Composition for the first volume of junior high school

In study, work or life, everyone is familiar with composition. The composition must focus on the theme and make in-depth explanations around the same theme. Avoid rambling, the theme is scattered or even has no theme. Have no clue when it comes to writing an essay? The following are the compositions I collected and compiled for the first volume of junior high school for your reference. I hope it can help friends in need. Composition 1 in the first volume of the first grade of junior high school

I have been thinking about you hard, the wonderful language in my heart.

I have been pursuing you hard, the wonderful language in my heart.

You gave me the breeze and the bright moon, you gave me the mountains and water, you gave me the blue sea and the clear sky, you opened up the boundary between me and nature.

Accompanying you, Tao Yuanming’s chrysanthemums decorate the hazy Nanshan Mountain, Gong Zizhen’s falling reds turn into soft spring mud, Yan Shu’s wandering alone in the winding path leads to secluded space, Wen Tingyun’s tenderness The slanting light enveloped the long blue water.

Accompanied by you, the poetic life is cultivated into the most beautiful countryside. The traveler who puts the white deer among the green cliffs has a lot of wine in his chest, and seven parts turn into moonlight, leaving three parts. , spit out from the embroidery mouth, it is half of the prosperous Tang Dynasty; the jackdaws that picked up all the cold branches but could not live in them, holding green awn sticks, on the night of "the moon is missing and the sparse tung trees are hanging", lamented that the great rivers go eastward, not for the "meager profit of a fly" ", Wojiao's false name" touched him, he only wished that the sea would help him for the rest of his life; the prodigal son in the setting sun above the building, in the sound of broken bells, on one side were the dead vines and old trees, on the ancient road westerly wind, on the other side was "BMW's carvings and cars filling the road with fragrance", but he only wanted to do The beauty of "the dimly lit place".

Because of a failure, I sat and thought about it, tossing and turning; once because of a gain or loss, I was worried and frowning for a thousand times; once because of an encounter, I was exhausted and sad. So, after reading Liu Yong and reading Lin Qingxuan, I read a few meaningful and elegant short essays, each word is exquisite, and the fragrance of Zen makes me look at the short life with a peaceful heart.

You let me have the state of mind of "picking chrysanthemums on the east fence and drinking wine on the southern mountain", "sit and watch the clouds rise, walk to the waterless place", admire "the flowers and trees in the Zen room, and the winding paths leading to secluded places", Appreciate "the setting sun under the lotus hat, the green mountains are far away", and recall "the yellow plum season, the chess pieces and the lanterns".

It is you who make me transform into the colorful butterflies in Zhuang Zhou’s dream, dancing happily in the light clouds and gentle breeze; it is you who make me turn into the wandering clouds and wild cranes in the shepherd boy’s piccolo, flying in the sky without any restraints. You have simplified my life, filtered out the impurities in my thoughts, and brought peace to my mind. I retreated to the countryside where "the doves sing in spring on the house, and the apricot blossoms beside the village are white."

The wonderful you are like the phoenix tree after the drizzle, washing away the glitz and revealing the green. In a leisurely afternoon, at sunset, I read you with my eyes, read you with my heart, and read endless wonderful Chinese! Composition 2 in the first volume of the first grade of junior high school

I am a boy with a lively and cheerful personality, named Bian Rentong has a good temper under normal circumstances. But if someone suddenly taps me while I am reading or doing my homework, I will be rude. This is the thing I hate the most, because it will disrupt my thinking. However, when I think about the same question for the second time, I can no longer think of it. Even if I think about it a little, it is still not as complete as the original answer.

As a lover of reading and writing, I often take back my books from the bookstore and hide in my room alone. Only my own room is the most peaceful place for me. This is my must-have place for reading. . Only then can I read with my heart, feel with my heart, understand the plot of the book with my heart, and understand the mentality of the protagonist with my heart. Just like Bacon said: "Books are the ladder of human progress." Yes, it is books that have improved my writing level. I like writing and love writing. Success has made me realize the happiness that writing brings me. I believe that only in writing can I express my mood, vent my dissatisfaction, and write out my true feelings.

In terms of study, I used to be the best in the class, the teacher’s right-hand assistant, the role model of my classmates, and the pride of my parents. I have been a small cadre in the class since the first grade of elementary school. , giving me rich work experience.

Those golden certificates represent my strength and my efforts. If you don’t believe it, you can have a look! But I think that’s all in the past, and we need to work harder now. Show my past style to my current classmates and teachers to prove my strength.

This is me. If you are willing, I would like to be your friend. Composition 3 for the first volume of junior high school

Everyone has worries, all kinds of worries. For example: I obviously study hard, but I always fail to take the exam. I want the teacher to pay attention to me, but the teacher always can’t see me...

My trouble is that I obviously study hard, but the exam always fails. It’s about not doing well in the exam, sometimes even failing the exam. This gives me a headache.

This semester, in the first unit of mathematics, we studied real numbers. I really didn’t understand some of the questions, but I didn’t ask Teacher Feng because I had a fear of the class teacher since I was a child. I have never asked a teacher for questions since I was a child, and now is no exception.

Two days before the exam, I hurriedly read mathematics books, materials, and basic training. Anyway, I watched everything I could. I really couldn't understand the steps of some questions, so I took a quick look and let them fall asleep.

The exam was coming soon. I read almost all the information about this unit, and then I felt relieved.

The exam started. When I saw the test paper, I almost fainted. I can do a little bit of the big types of questions, but not most of the word questions. I was like a deflated rubber ball, slumped on the table and made two random strokes on the test paper. I thought to myself: Why did I read the book so hard but still failed in the exam?

Sure enough, I failed the exam again. Teacher Feng has already taken a careless attitude towards me. Because I failed every time I took the exam.

In the second unit, we studied linear inequalities and inequality groups of one variable. I didn't give up, kept studying, and went home to review the knowledge taught by the teacher. Maybe it's because my understanding ability is too poor, and I can't always do the questions that list groups of inequalities. I know that people like me will definitely not be able to learn well in the end.

It’s time to take the test again. This time the test paper has a perfect score of 120 points. I still can’t understand any of the application questions at the end of the test paper. I only did the first few questions.

Definitely, the final result was still a failure.

Hey, why did I fail in the exam even though I studied hard? Is my study method wrong? Or am I not working hard enough?

This trouble has been weighing on my heart for several times. It has been a semester, when will this big stone be moved away? Composition 4 in the first volume of junior high school

Spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums, summer lotuses and winter plums, these are the beautiful fragrances given by nature to the seasons; the spring breeze combs Willows, the night rain moistens the flowers. This is the natural charm of nature that nourishes all things. The apricot blossoms spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and the horses rush to the north in the autumn wind. This is a poetic and beautiful chapter of nature. I praise your poems!

During the prosperous period of the Tang Dynasty, the atmosphere was open and the poems handed down were like pearls. As you read it, each capital is like a blooming peony, bold and gorgeous. Since the Song Dynasty, lyrics have been popular, and Song lyrics are like the drizzle of pear blossoms, more delicate and gentle.

Jingzhe Grain Rain, Begonias are filled with red dust for three lifetimes. "The sound of firecrackers eliminates one year old, and the spring breeze brings warmth to Tusu." The New Year's bell has rang. I came to the door of the small woodshed and looked at the "spring scenery in the garden." Can't shut it down, a red apricot comes out of the wall." The beautiful scenery on the lower right hand side is "The wild flowers are gradually charming the eyes, and only Asakusa has no horse hooves." The spring of vitality, the singing of orioles and the dancing of swallows.

In the summer solstice, the awns grow, and the fragrance of lotus rocks the boat for ten miles. Looking into the distance, "The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red." Looking closer, "The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and dragonflies have already stood on it." Looking up, "There is an occasional sunrise in the southeast, shining on me." Qin’s House. “It’s a hot summer and I’m sweating profusely.

The autumnal equinox brings frost, and the fragrant osmanthus and chrysanthemum bloom. Staring affectionately at "the setting clouds and solitary swans flying together, the autumn water is the same color as the sky." Walking on the forest path, "stop and sit in love with the maple forest at night, the frost leaves are as red as the February flowers", pick a chrysanthemum, and sigh "Autumn chrysanthemums" There is beauty, and the dew is shining on the flowers. "The autumn harvest is full of fruits."

The light snow is cold, and the camellia trees are enjoying the snow. "Heavy snow weighed down the green pines around me, and the green pines were tall and straight." Then look at the branches of plum blossoms in the corner. Ling Han was blooming alone. Winter, thousands of miles of snowy scenery.

This is poetry - heartfelt about mountains and rivers, wild and unruly, not vulgar, fun and enterprising. I praise poetry! Composition 5 in the first volume of junior high school. p>There is a golden sun embedded in the blue sky, and the wind is like a mother's hand caressing my cheek. On this sunny Saturday, my classmates and I met at the museum.

Break away from the bustling and noisy city and walk into the antique museum. First of all, a strong historical atmosphere hits your face. The items displayed in the museum give the place a peaceful atmosphere, as if the whole person is exaggerated by the cultural atmosphere here. The impetuousness of the past was gone, and my behavior became more elegant.

Then, I began to savor it carefully. The first thing that caught my eye was a set of "blue and white vases with crane patterns". Although I don’t understand cultural relics, I can still feel the surprise that she brings to me as time goes by, like a dignified beauty, graceful and graceful, welcoming the world with her best posture.

After watching the beautiful "Lady", I was attracted by the flamboyant temperament of a "blue and white chicken head pot". If we say "blue and white vase, blue and white crane pattern pot" is If it is tall and graceful, the "blue and white chicken head pot" has an innate arrogance and the courage to look down on the world. The chicken head stands proudly, as if the world is in his pocket, and he is domineering. . It has the appearance of a "dragon among men"

Still thinking about the integrity of the previous "chicken head pot", my eyes have turned to the "celadon brown pointillist frog". Compared with the first two cultural relics, this "celadon brown dotted frog-shaped statue" is less impressive. However, he is more like a respectable old man, kind and kind. Quietly watching the younger generations competing for glory, silently shining their own glory. The long years and the turning points of history have brought him only stability and maturity, standing quietly, letting those who are unruly bow their heads and think. /p>

When I walked out of the museum, it seemed as if each piece of cultural relic was still reappearing in my mind, and the cultural atmosphere was still lingering around me. After experiencing this visual feast, I had a deep appreciation for ancient culture and beauty. With a new understanding.

Chewing carefully: "Ancient rhyme, ancient rhyme. "Dignified like you, as elegant as you, as public as you, as domineering as you, as steady as you, as mature as you... Composition 6 in the first volume of the first grade of junior high school

The rain stopped, and water drops fell from the green leaves. In the beach, “Ding dong! Ding dong! " made a crisp and beautiful rhyme - after the rain, it is really a refreshing world.

Without bringing any gifts or riding a bicycle, I went to the appointment with my friend in a good mood.

Hey! Gurgling streams, you keep flowing water day and night, from the Three Gorges to the Yangtze River, straight to the sea. You must have seen many things! You encountered small stones and swept them with the rapids! Travel together; you bump into rocks, take detours, and keep moving forward bravely; you run in the dark sea... How I wish I could run free like you!

Hello, ancient stone arch bridge, You are like an old man who has experienced wind and rain. Whenever I stand next to you and stare at your ancient body for a long time, I will have a sense of time. There may be dozens of you here. It has been hundreds or thousands of years. You arch your waist and look at the shadows of people, the shadow of the moon, and the shadows of trees in the clear stream. The flowers are blooming and falling, and the trees are growing and dying, but you are still the same.

The sun is in the sky, shining brightly on the earth, which reminds me of the green bamboo forest. Ah! It’s so cool! The wind rustles the bamboo leaves, adding to the green atmosphere, and the sun shines through the bamboo leaves. The lights in the ballroom are thousands of miles away from it, and everything here is so fascinating!

As you go up the steep mountain road, hundreds of large rocks are "stuffed" on the cliffs! side.

They are placed here in different shapes, but they feel like they are walking "models". Look! The "boy" put on a green hat; look! That "girl" also had a green ribbon tied around her waist, how much she looked like a magnificent princess...

Touching the tall trees, I read about the vicissitudes of nature; take a look I feel the lively and naughty nature of this wonderful life of creatures; I look at the ever-changing nature and sigh at the great feats of nature...

Oh! My dear friends in nature, let’s meet here and let the beauty of nature dance and sing for us! Composition 7 of the first volume of the first grade of junior high school

Everyone says that maternal love is great, but father’s love is equally great. If my mother's love is the torch that ignites life, then my father's love is a street lamp in the dark night, lighting up the road ahead for me.

Father's love is strict. I remember it was a unit self-test, and I came in second place. When I got home, my mother praised me, and I was very happy. But my father said sternly: "Who is the first place? Why can't you surpass the first place?" After hearing this, the joy just now was gone. At that time, I hated my father and thought, "Why don't you praise me? I've done very well in the exam." Now I finally understand that my father did this because he wanted to motivate me to make progress and not make me proud.

Father’s love is meticulous. A few days ago, I caught a cold and kept coughing. I kicked the quilt off when I went to bed at night. My father was afraid that I would catch a cold, so he got up in the middle of the night every day to cover me with a quilt. One day, there were a lot of mosquitoes at night. My father was afraid that I would be bitten by mosquitoes, so he got up in the middle of the night to help me wipe off mosquito bites.

Father’s love is also selfless. I remember when I was a child, I accidentally ate expired persimmon cakes and my stomach hurt. My father was very anxious and took me to the hospital. The car was bumpy on the road and I got motion sick and vomited all the persimmon cakes. I recovered, but my father didn’t know. I got better and arrived at the hospital. The elevator in the hospital happened to be broken at that time. He still carried me and ran from the first floor to the fifth floor, from the fifth floor to the third floor, and from the third floor to the sixth floor. He was so tired that he was sweating profusely. , after the doctor’s diagnosis, my father knew that I was cured and he breathed a sigh of relief. At that time, I thought my father was stupid. Now I understand that everything my father has done is not only for me!

Ah, father's love is strict, meticulous, and selfless! Dad, thank you for your love for me ! Composition 8 in the first volume of the first grade of junior high school

I just finished reading an article about Xiamen and I thought it was very good. So I changed my mind and thought that I might as well write an article about my hometown. Therefore, at this moment, I was busy writing.

My hometown is called Nodding. It's not big, starting from the outskirts, and you'll reach the main street in a few minutes; but it's not small either, a day's hiking here is enough to make you come back crying with blood blisters on your feet. There is nothing special about it, just the words chewed in the mouth:

White tea, rice noodles, sycamore tree...

There are various breakfasts in my hometown: steamed buns, Pot side paste, rice... and my beloved rice noodles.

I like to eat rice noodles because of my mother. For fourteen years, the most common thing my mother bought for breakfast every day was rice noodles. And I also fell into that rice noodle.

On a street not far from my home, there is a place dedicated to breakfast. Every morning, I take a few steel buns to the place where I buy rice noodles, and walk through the crowded place with a bowl of hot rice noodles. Among the crowd, I sat on a clean chair, chewed slowly in the steaming heat, and listened to the adults sitting next to me chatting about everything.

White tea

If there is anything that can be considered a specialty in this obscure town, then it must be white tea.

I was born and raised here I have an inexplicable affection for white tea. Should it be said that he likes it, or something else. Children in rural areas should help their families with things after they become sensible. But for me, it is more like making trouble than doing things.

When I was a child, I followed my grandparents to pick tea. At first I picked a few tea leaves seriously, and then gradually became more naughty.

Throwing the picked tea leaves into the sky, she clapped her hands innocently and shouted: "It's raining tea, it's raining tea."

Now, every boring afternoon, warm sunshine shines in the room inside. I hugged a cup of warm tea and huddled into a large chair. While I was sipping it, I watched the leaves rustling in the wind. So beautiful, so drunk.

……

At this time, it was shrouded in boundless ink. And at this moment, I wrote the nod in my eyes in this ink color, the nod I like most at this moment. Composition 9 in the first volume of the first grade of junior high school

The inspiration given to me by "Chinese is everywhere in life" It is understandable that Chinese is everywhere in life! There is no place in school or at home where Chinese is not used. Family communication between elders and family members, and happy topics among neighbors all require the invisible help of language; the joyful Spring Festival couplets at the door of every house during the New Year, the novel and interesting placards on campus, and the wonderful and orderly bulletin boards are almost indispensable. The embellishment of beautiful words; the golden signboards of enterprises and companies, and various newspapers and magazines have also become the "habitat" of the Chinese language family. In this "small" world, no matter where the language is, it will appear quietly. Even if you take a "scope" and squint from a distance, you can still see the language waving to you enthusiastically! I remember one time, I I accidentally heard an interesting slogan like this: "How are you, stomach?" After hearing this, I laughed out loud and said: "Look, there was a typo on the TV. It was written as stomach for the first time. Today I can't Finally, it was an eye-opener.” As soon as I finished speaking, my father burst into laughter! I thought that the father and daughter must have the same idea, but I didn’t expect that it was the smart father who was "making fun of" me! My father said: "Your understanding is wrong, the advertisement does not There are no typos, it is an interesting language with two hidden meanings, but it is not as bad and ridiculous as you think. It seems that you have to learn more!" Dad's thoughtful words made me seem to have a good grasp of Chinese. Got some new insights. Especially for Chinese in daily life, those humorous sentences can often put the finishing touch on the importance and practicality of Chinese in social life. Such as "Our reputation is blown out" (electric fan advertisement). "The eyes are the windows to the soul. To protect your soul, please install glass on the windows!" (glasses advertisement) and so on. These humorous and attractive questions all originate from Chinese. This not only makes the advertisement attractive, but also makes many people remember it. The world is wonderful because of language, and human beings are happy because of language. Human beings cannot live without language. Let us work hard to learn this wonderful language, let it appear on the land of China forever, and let it flourish forever! Composition 10 in the first volume of the first grade of junior high school

One day, I had a dream, and I dreamed of the future. The moon, I dreamed that I was on the moon. One day I don’t know how many years later, man’s dream of landing on the moon came true. Under the leadership of the builder Lulu, I first visited the moon.

When I came to the moon, I couldn't help but shudder. It was so cold. Looking around, the icebergs and snow rivers shone with cold light, and the vast land looked desolate. Is this the charming moon?

Lulu seemed to have read my thoughts and said with a smile: "This is just the surface of the moon. After looking at the inside, you may not want to leave!"

"Really? ?" I dubiously followed her into a big hole. The hole got bigger and bigger as I walked, with colorful night lights flickering on and off, all kinds of cars whining and whining, and strange-shaped high-rise buildings standing on the roadside... ...What a beautiful night view!

"This is the underground city?" In the underground city, we also designed a botanical garden, let's go

Let's take a look!

"Beep---" The car made a long beep and drove into the botanical garden.

I walked into the botanical garden curiously: the rice was as big as an egg, exuding an alluring aroma of rice; the corn was like a big golden doll, the apples were red, the pears were yellow, and the grapes were juicy. Spiritual, purple... I was dumbfounded. Suddenly, a tree as tall as one person attracted me. It had silver-white broad leaves and bright red flowers blooming on the branches. It was extremely beautiful.

"This is——"

"This is a fruitless flower. It only blooms but does not bear fruit, and it also has the special function of converting carbon dioxide into oxygen!" Lu Lu proudly said Said...

The alarm clock woke me up from my dream. I suddenly felt that the moon in the future will be the second home of mankind, and mankind will no longer have only one home. Composition 11 of the first volume of the first grade of junior high school

The inspiration given to me by "Chinese is everywhere in life" It is understandable that Chinese is everywhere in life! There is no place in school or at home where Chinese is not used. Family communication between elders and family members, and happy topics among neighbors all require the invisible help of language; the joyful Spring Festival couplets at the door of every house during the New Year, the novel and interesting placards on campus, and the wonderful and orderly bulletin boards are almost indispensable. The embellishment of beautiful words; the golden signboards of enterprises and companies, and various newspapers and magazines have also become the "habitat" of the Chinese language family. In this "small" world, no matter where the language is, it will appear quietly. Even if you take a "scope" and squint from a distance, you can see the language waving to you enthusiastically! I remember one time, I I accidentally heard an interesting slogan like this: "How are you, stomach?" After hearing this, I laughed out loud and said: "Look, there was a typo on the TV. It was written as stomach for the first time. Today I can't Finally, it was an eye-opener.” As soon as I finished speaking, my father burst into laughter! I thought that the father and daughter must have the same idea, but I didn’t expect that it was the smart father who was "making fun of" me! My father said: "Your understanding is wrong, the advertisement does not There are no typos. It is an interesting language with two hidden meanings, but it is not as bad and ridiculous as you think. It seems that you have to learn more!" Dad's thoughtful words made me seem to have a good understanding of Chinese. Got some new insights. Especially for Chinese in daily life, those humorous sentences can often put the finishing touch on the importance and practicality of Chinese in social life. Such as "Our reputation is blown out" (electric fan advertisement). "The eyes are the windows to the soul. To protect your soul, please install glass on the windows!" (glasses advertisement) and so on. These humorous and attractive questions all originate from Chinese. This not only makes the advertisement attractive, but also makes many people remember it. The world is wonderful because of language, and human beings are happy because of language. Human beings cannot live without language. Let us work hard to learn this wonderful Chinese language, let it appear on the land of China forever, and let it flourish forever! Composition 12 in the first volume of the first grade of junior high school

The world I see: willows are flowing green, sunshine It is transparent in the afternoon and winds its way to every place it can reach. There were busy sounds on the road not far away. The sleeping people were enjoying their own happiness amidst the constraints of busy schoolwork in the third grade of junior high school. The sound of snoring was heard one after another in the air, and time seemed to have stopped at this moment forever.

Being sleepy, I didn’t want to pick up my pen to do my homework. After stretching, I looked around at my friends who were busy writing and studying hard, and then turned to look at the sky. The sky is very blue, white clouds float quietly, and my thoughts drift to the future.

In summer, on the second floor of a company without air conditioning, sitting at the front is a man working on a computer. He was sweating profusely and staring at the computer screen. In this city, thousands of people do the same job as this man, busy all day long, and the Chinese characters on the computer are the basis of their lives. The days passed through the fingers like this, silently. He occasionally thought silently on his way to the bus stop after get off work, as if he was missing something. He suddenly realized that what he had lost was called happiness.

My thoughts returned to reality. The sky was still very blue, and the sound of the pen rubbing against the paper was like the sound of rustling rain, quiet and profound. For me, isn't this the most beautiful time in my life? There seems to be no end to the "restraints" of homework, high school entrance exams, high school, college... but I can live a very fulfilling life, even joking with my classmates. It has become the most beautiful episode every day.

No one can cross the constraints and rush directly to the future. Restraint may be sour, even spicy.

However, if we don't sprint hard, how can we win the game? Even if we are in last place, we must run for dignity. Every minute and every second of our existence is full of meaning. Whoever wastes time will lose the meaning of life. We might as well be ourselves in the quiet years, enjoy restraint and look forward to happiness.

Constraint, isn’t it a kind of happiness? It will make our tomorrow better. Composition 13 in the first volume of the first grade of junior high school

Tonight in self-study, I gave a composition review lecture. During class, I first asked the students to read their own compositions again, especially to look at the teacher’s corrections. After reading it, I wrote the following on the blackboard:

1. Is the writing standardized and the paper surface clean?

2. Is the punctuation standardized?

3. Is the beginning and end concise, to the point, and focused?

4. Is the paragraph clear and the transition natural?

5. Is the material selection novel?

6. Does the narrative focus on the center and is the details appropriate?

7. Does the article have true feelings?

Next, I ask students to read their own compositions against the above items to see which ones of their compositions meet the requirements and which ones need improvement. Through such a teaching session, most students understand what matters should be paid attention to in future compositions. After that, I read the good beginning and ending sentences in the students' compositions to the class, and asked the students to talk about what is good about this beginning or ending. In this way, the students who were read the composition felt a great sense of pride, and they also vaguely understood that the composition must have a good beginning and a good end. Finally, I asked three people who wrote relatively good compositions to read aloud to the class, and the students responded with warm applause. I tell the students that if your composition can be read by the teacher even once or only one paragraph in the class, you will feel infinite pride, you will look forward to taking the composition class, and you will want to write the composition well. In the end, your composition will definitely be Can write well. After this composition class, the students were very excited. In the second composition class, the students became much quieter and seemed to want to write the composition well. Relatively speaking, this composition class has achieved certain results, but perhaps the first section covered too much content and took too long, so the time for the second composition class was not guaranteed. In the future, if composition evaluation lectures can be used for most of the class, and only one or two points are covered in each class, and 50 minutes are left for students to write compositions, the effect may be better. Composition 14 of the first volume of the first grade of junior high school

Everyone has different understandings of the most beautiful scenery. Some people think it is an extremely gorgeous palace, others think it is the beauty of nature. That incident gave me a new understanding of the most beautiful scenery.

On Children’s Day last year, my father took me out to play. I saw that the sky was blue and far-reaching, and the white clouds blocked the sun's rays. It was such a good day! I followed my father happily.

As I walked, my eyes fell on a small sapling that was too fragile to be frail, and I had an idea in my mind: This little sapling was too frail to be frail, so you might as well give it to me to play with, or just pull it out. . Thinking of this, I just do it. I held the trunk of the tree with one hand and the roots with the other. When I pulled hard, the sapling rose up a lot. I rubbed my hands and was about to do it again when a big hand suddenly blocked me. It turned out to be my father.

His appearance was extremely terrifying, his eyes seemed to be blazing with anger, and a few veins popped out on his forehead. I was so frightened that I took two steps back and muttered to myself: Isn't it just a sapling? It's so thin and will wither sooner or later. It's better for me to pull it out. Dad seemed to see what I was thinking and said, "Even though he is thin, he will definitely grow up in the future. The air we breathe is given to us by the trees, and the carbon dioxide is absorbed by them for us. Forget it if you are not grateful. Why?" Can it be destroyed?" After hearing this, I felt a little guilty and asked in a low voice: "What should I do?" "What should I do? Plant it back!"

Dad picked up the sapling and was about to After putting it down, I stepped forward and said, "I pulled out the tree, let me plant it." Dad listened with a smile on his face.

I carefully took over the sapling. I gently put it into the pit, filled it with soil, and poured a bucket of water. The sapling stood there straight again.

After a while, I passed by there again, and suddenly I found that the sapling had grown taller and stronger, and became a big tree. Looking at it, I thought to myself: Vibrant trees are the city. The most beautiful scenery in the first grade of junior high school, Volume 1 Composition 15

"Xing Ling Ling" The school bell rang, and Congcong and Jiejie, who were in the first grade of primary school, walked on a clean and tidy street talking and laughing. . Suddenly, Jiejie stopped, pointed at the garbage next to the trash can on the roadside, pinched her nose and said, "It smells so bad! Who is so unethical and throws garbage next to the trash can?"

Congcong also said: "Yes, yes! What should we do?" There were expressions of surprise and distress on their faces.

Jiejie thought for a while and said: "If we don't clean up these garbage, day after day, this place will soon become a garbage dump!" After saying that, Jiejie has already She started to clean up the garbage. Holding her breath, she rolled up her sleeves, stretched out her little hands, picked up the garbage, and threw it into the trash can.

When she saw that Congcong was indifferent, Jiejie became anxious and shouted: "Come and help!"

Congcong scratched his head and said, "Even if we take out the garbage today, It’s over, but there will be people throwing them away tomorrow. I think we should design a civilized slogan.”

Jiejie happily praised: “Okay, good! You are so smart!” !”

Congcong put his schoolbag on the ground, took out the brush and paper he had just used in the art class at school today, spread the paper on the cement floor, lay down, and wrote six words in a row. The big words read: "Civilization—just one step away!" Then, these words were pasted on the side of the trash can.

At this time, Jiejie also finished cleaning up the garbage. She looked at the words posted by Congcong, gave him a thumbs up and praised him: "Congcong, Congcong, you are really smart!" The two of them talked again. Walking home laughing.

Yes! A clean home is created by everyone. We are all messengers of civilization. As long as everyone consciously takes one more step, society will take a step forward.