Yi junior high school composition

In daily study, work and life, everyone has written a composition. Writing a composition can exercise our habit of being alone, calm our mind and think about our future direction. Then the question comes, how to write an excellent composition? The following is my collection of essays recalling Grade Three. Welcome to share.

Recalling 1' s life will always experience many things and leave many memories, some of which are beautiful; Some are sad; Some are happy … and some memories are unforgettable, perhaps an exam; Maybe it's a trip; Maybe it failed; Maybe this is successful ... in short, there are many memories that will accompany you for life! And my memory is in Liaocheng Wenxuan Middle School, because there are hopes and dreams that I have never given up. ...

When I first entered Wenxuan, there was a quiet atmosphere in the air, mixed with some novelty: new buildings, new lawns, new teachers, new classmates ... I gently pushed open the bright windows and looked up at the blue sky. The bright eyes of the sun sparkle with the meaning of autumn water. It waved gently and smiled to send me a new life.

I made many new friends here. Although I study hard and have a heavy task, we are happy to talk about everything in our spare time!

Once, we were carefree, once, our fingers were clasped and we agreed never to part. However, youth is fleeting and time is hard to stay! In the summer vacation of the second day of junior high school, I will go back to the county for some reasons. This means that I will be separated from my friends. I was depressed at that time. Close your eyes and my mind is full of objects from Wenxuan Middle School. I can't let go of the students. However, reality is reality, and it is so cruel. So I used the summer vacation to adjust my mentality and face the reality, because I knew it was meaningless to escape.

Later, I went to Wenxuan and told my friends about it. The scene at that time was still vivid. Some students are very sad. They clung to my hand and didn't want to part. There were even a few girls crying silently ... I held back my tears and advised them not to be so sad. I'll get in the car and leave when I have the chance to meet you again. Because I didn't know how much longer I could bear it and didn't want to cry in front of them, I chose to leave. ...

Now think about it, memories are memories after all, and they can't be reproduced, but memories are the testimony of our growth. Therefore, we should cherish our memories and keep those precious memories in our hearts forever!

Think of the third grade composition 2 is about to graduate, really reluctant! Graduation is an adverb. When we look back with a smile and face the future alone, graduation is an adverb. Graduation is an empty talk that we wake up in the middle of the night, unable to touch and infinitely sad. A few years later, if you can still remember that time, it may not be unforgettable, not forever, but just a memory that records your growth experience.

Standing at the window, watching the raindrops flying, my thoughts can't help but go back to today three years ago. ...

That day, the cold wind roared outside the window, and we sat in the classroom shivering with cold. You talk on the platform, your palms are red with cold, but you can't stop your fiery heart. Students are rubbing their hands and stamping their feet, but you keep talking, afraid to delay our time, but everyone is ungrateful and often makes you angry. Of course, that was when we were in the rebellious period of youth. I still remember that you criticized me several times for desertion in class. At that time, I was not sensible, but I still secretly scolded you in my heart. In retrospect, I really sympathize with you.

Blink of an eye, three years will pass, standing on the playground, I still vaguely see the back of you standing there cheering for us. You waved flags and shouted for the athletes in our class, but we lived up to expectations and missed the victory again and again. But instead of being angry, you encouraged us again and again. It is you who told us the truth of being a man; It was you who taught us knowledge despite the cold, and you made us what we are today.

Three years of middle school life is coming to a perfect end, and there are too many disappointments in the face of parting. Students who are restless in the morning and evening; A teacher who does not give up persuasion; Don't give up everything on campus. Three years of middle school life will be sealed in memory forever!

The food in the canteen is really not nutritious, because when I was washing chopsticks, I found that there was almost no oil and water to remove. Eating slowly is my habit, even in Yongxing. Only when there is no one to chat with me will I reluctantly leave the canteen. Dining halls and playgrounds are one of the few places where you can be unsmiling. Walking alone on the path of two teaching buildings, listening to the chat of junior one students after dinner, I really want to start all over again.

In late summer and early autumn, the weather was clear, the sun was not strong and gentle, and the washed hands began to be slightly awakened by the sun. Walking on campus, watching different expressions and different steps, speculating everyone's purpose, although it doesn't make sense, it is my most relaxing moment. Unlike the leisure of senior one and senior two, I can't find anyone to walk with me and talk about trifles after dinner. I came to the classroom of grade three, unfamiliar and familiar. It is familiar that eye-catching slogans are posted everywhere, but it is strange that many students in the classroom are working hard. It's grade three. It's normal. There are not many self-study classes, so homework should be done after dinner. I am quick. I finish my homework before eating just to eat slowly. You can wander around the campus after eating, but what's the use of speed without wandering partners?

I bought a good meal and walked to Class Three. I was looking for a suitable place when I saw Nana Ogawa coming with a rice bowl in his hand. "Have a good meal and go back to the classroom to study hard. Take your time. " "ah? Oh. " Similar conversations are repeated, "They are all crazy." I think. Life in grade three is really tiring. Fatigue makes smiles and small talk disappear. Time flies, like a cunning little beast, slipping away quietly when you are not paying attention, leaving only a series of steps that need to be remembered. The formulaic life is slowly eroding my ideas, but I am powerless to resist.

Only the slight commotion about the end of self-study class makes me happy. Everyone is not so numb that they don't even care about class. They should all be eager to be idle. I stretched myself and held my head high, but I could only see the ceiling. Maybe this is another life.

Looking back on Composition 4 of Grade Three, he was only 12 years old!

12 children may still be spoiled in their mother's arms; Maybe sitting in front of the TV and eating snacks; Maybe reading in a spacious classroom. ...

He was lying on the creepy operating table.

It turned out that his mother had terrible leukemia. This single-parent family, which is not working at all, has become more "shaky".

His mother is in hospital, and he dropped out of school just to take care of her.

He made a "nutrition menu" for his mother, and delivered his cooked meals to her on time every day. Subconsciously picked up the phone and looked at the mother lying in the hospital bed and looking haggard, having a haircut, and chatting with her.

The thin boy touched everyone in the hospital.

Among them, I thought the doctor was distressed and said with emotion, "Such a young child, 12 years old, is still so sensible to shoulder the burden of the family." My son 16 can't even make instant noodles ... "

I read an article about a boy who donated blood for his sister who had lost too much blood. The boy always thought that donating blood would kill him, but she did it bravely to save her sister.

So, does she know that donating bone marrow to her mother will kill her? ! Whether he knows it or not, in order to save his beloved mother, he decided to donate bone marrow to her.

He touched all the mothers and the whole of China.

All kinds of cold potions that he had never heard of shot into her thin body and would blend with his fiery blood.

These drugs made him feel very uncomfortable. His face is pale and his stomach hurts like a mountain. He kept vomiting.

But he always gritted his teeth and never said anything about pain. ...

After many days of observation and some complicated processes, he finally lay on the operating table, and the doctor turned on the shadowless light beside his mother. ...

He is like a bright star that never fades, shining brightly in the sky I remember.

He is Shao Shuai 12 years old! ! !

What can you change by recalling the composition of the third five years? A weak young eagle, flapping its wings at high altitude, can also become a king; Chaotic fish eggs can be turned into flexible swimming scales; An ignorant deer can become a vigorous and beautiful elf. We used to be, and now, we have become warriors beyond ourselves.

A year, that's all. Not long, not short.

Just, sixteen textbooks, seven exercises, five mid-term exams, countless outlines and papers. All these have witnessed our past year. Crazy, hard, hard, through the first bend in the long river of life.

Thinking of the teacher who smiled and cheered for us outside the examination room, looking at stacks of test questions and the mysterious future in front of me, I felt sad for a while: in this way, a year passed like a dream.

The earth revolves around the sun as usual, and the vernal equinox, summer solstice, autumn equinox and winter solstice remain unchanged, and everything is as usual.

Cicadas lurking underground still spend their larval period as usual, climb to the ground, shed their exoskeletons, enter the adult stage and sing and reproduce.

The Middle East is still so complicated by war, the world is still multipolar, the economy is still globalized, and the long river of history continues to flow slowly.

However, another group of people experienced the same spring, summer, autumn and winter and completed different growth.

Looking back, this is the year we have passed, past, present and future.

Time will not change or stop because of anything, but will just pass away as always.

Cloud, leisurely. The lake is clear and reflects the sky. Birds are singing on the shore.

Open the calendar of the third grade, year after year is the sweat and tears, laughter and singing of the fourth grade.

Year after year. Go through a year, remember a year, look forward to a year, and think for a year.

This is a year.

Whenever someone is at home, I don't often open the door by myself. Although the key is in the pocket of the clothes.

I want to check whether there is anyone at home in this way, and I also want my mother to meet me at the door. Help me open the door, help me put down my bag and listen to what happened at school.

After that, I followed my mother and followed the kitchen all the way. Sometimes I stand by the threshold, sometimes I sit at the table facing the kitchen and talk to my mother. I watched my mother busy and helped her with bowls, plates and chopsticks. I'm not sure if my mother can hear everything I say, but at least I'm sure my mood is what she can really feel.

Mother has the habit of washing pots and bowls after cooking. I will take this opportunity to serve the food, and then wash my hands and wait for my mother to eat together. At this time, my mother will tell me some short stories and jokes. All kinds of interesting anecdotes.

This kind of warmth is like a cup of boiled water, which is plain but can reach the bottom of my heart and warm every pore of my body. Unlike the bitterness of coffee, it takes time to grind off the shell to see the warmth.

In my opinion, there is nothing warmer than this. When I came back from outside, I found someone sitting at the table, waiting for me to have dinner together; Someone stood at the window, watching my way home; Someone opened the door to welcome me back. They are used to watching my water glass to see if I drink water, and then they will listen to me or tell me how they feel with excitement or depression.

The warmest waiting, with endless expectations, thoughts and worries, will make you feel loved, cherished and carefully cared for. It can rejuvenate your tired heart and give you endless vitality.

Warm memory is the gentle smile that my mother bowed her head when I came home and helped me put down my schoolbag. I never forget to pour a cup of boiled water beside me after lunch. ...

Warm memories are always made up of small and trivial fragments, which will not be easily found, but they are always worth taking time to savor. composition

What is your so-called "eternal memory"? I don't understand.

What is the "eternal memory" you care about? I don't understand.

Now, I understand. Your so-called "eternal memories" are the good memories and good times of these three years.

In these three years, we had a lot of laughter, tears and noise in primary school. In these matters, I know that our friendship is so unshakable, and I also have this eternal memory. This is the memory we share. Three years in high school seems to be permanent. Soon ... it turned out that he had already left first.

We are about to graduate. It may be too early for you to reflect on the past, but we graduates are different. I wish we could turn back the clock and start over.

When I first entered junior high school, I felt mysterious, horrible and strange. I feel curious, adventurous and lively when I step into school again. Slowly, I became the bully of the school, and I couldn't wait to take the exam, thinking that I was completely familiar with the whole campus. I just found out ... I have fallen in love with this school.

I don't want to leave my alma mater "Dongxing Middle School", but we must leave and consider it ... The trivia of three years in middle school has become our most precious memoir.

Think about every classmate's face, every teacher's teaching, and everything that happens to us.

I will always remember this eternal memory and never forget it. Forgotten, I will care, I can't wait to dig out our memory, you and I will care about this beautiful and unforgettable forever memory.

I remember when I was a child, there were no places around my home now. In May next year, even my family will be demolished. I still remember clearly that there was a lotus pond, a rape field, a river and an orchard. ...

When I was a child, I went to play by the river with my friends. The water only reaches my head and neck, but the farther south I go, I sometimes catch fish in the river. At that time, I caught a fish and was very happy. I ate it at night, and the water was clean. ...

When I was thirsty, I went to the orchard to pick apples. It's called crispy skin. When I am free, I will lie down and have a good sleep or watch the birds in the sky. At that time, my friends and I hit sparrows with slingshots. Because sparrows were bad and willing to grab apples with us, we hit them with slingshots. If you hit a sparrow, you will definitely show it to your friends, and everyone will not be outdone. When it is almost 5 o'clock, you can play 1 or two sparrows (bird shooting is just a game).

When I was in a bad mood, I went to rape fields, where the scenery was pleasing to the eye and my mood would soon calm down. Sometimes playing hide-and-seek with friends in rape fields is hard to find. However, if the people hiding are too noisy, it will be obvious, because rape flowers will move ... lying on rape flowers to sleep, it feels very cool, more comfortable than the bed at home. If adults can't find us, most of us are in the rape field.

When we were young, we didn't have to buy lotus roots. We just took some lotus roots from the lotus pond, which are pure natural and contain no preservatives and any processed products! When I was a child, I would go outside with my friends to pull some grass for rabbits to eat (I forget what grass it is) and feed it to rabbits for sale. ...

When I was a child, my grandmother planted vegetables in the field, and I often went to the field to help carry water ... because a bucket of water costs 30 cents, as long as I carry more water, I can earn more money to buy food. ...

But now, these activities have disappeared, replaced by factories, roads, schools and houses. ...

These have become a landscape in my memory!

Everyone has a colorful childhood. Childhood is like a colorful painting, fascinating and unforgettable.

In the bubble of my memory, I liked going to the park best when I was a child. Wear beautiful clothes and follow my parents to the park. I will say hello to the idle fish by the river to see if they have grown up. I will dance on the lawn to attract people to stop and watch. Tired of jumping, I will sit on the lawn and have a rest, quietly listening to the birds singing happily on the branches, and the crows come and go like a fresh symphony penetrating my heart. I will go to see the delicate magnolia again and smell its elegant fragrance, which makes me relaxed and happy. Lying on the lawn, I will see the blue sky, and several white clouds float on it like thin cotton wool. I feel happy like a little princess.

I like flying kites. Flying in the wide square with a long kite, the kite slowly lifted off in my hand and rose higher and higher. Kite is so happy. It can see so many places and things in the sky. I envy it. It is because of kites that I have been looking forward to flying in the sky one day and enjoying the feeling of overlooking the earth since I was a child.

I also like flying butterflies. Among flowers, butterflies like to stay on bright petals. I'll get closer, left and right. Although I seldom catch butterflies, I will still run around to catch that beautiful butterfly, just like a happy little rabbit.

Everything is changing, just like unpredictable weather. Time will not go backwards, we can only move forward, not go back to the past, and happy childhood can only be recalled. ...

As the sun sets, everything is covered with a thin layer of gold gauze, and the path is full of dusk. The sunshine in the evening is more and more dazzling, just as the sun still misses this land and wants to present the most beautiful scenery at the last minute.

I lie prone on my desk, my thoughts drifting away. ...

When I was five, I was still in kindergarten. Every time after school, I can always get a big apple from my mother and go home with my good friends in their special seats. At the separated crossroads, we still took pains to put on the play.

"Goodbye ..." "Goodbye ..."

Immature childhood mixed with noisy whistle inevitably attracted strange eyes from passers-by, but young people ignored it and still happily called their friends' names and said goodbye to each other until they could not see the horizon.

When I was a child, my life was really like Taoyuan life, carefree. At that time, sericulture was popular, so I gave mulberry leaves picked from my uncle to everyone, and occasionally a few lovely children gave me a sticker, a hug or a ballad in return. These mulberry leaves make me the most popular one in my class.

Looking back on that time now, I can't help but sigh that life was so beautiful.

The life of the third-grade kindergarten students seems ridiculous. Although the life in the third grade is also very colorful, I always feel that something is missing, a little immature, a little free and a little brilliant.

Although I still have many friends, there are only a few sincere ones. Together, we can always reap some unexpected sparks of happiness. On colorful canvases, these sparks can always be wonderful embellishments.

Ear began to echo the melodious song: a dim old lamp, time is silent, your voice, out of balance, slowly sinking.

Want to go back in time? ...

I always thought that after so long, I should forget everything between us.

I just can't seem to forget those memories.

This is a rugged road, so you walked with me.

After tasting bitter memories again and again, I suddenly woke up.

For Xuan, it's just an infatuated yearning for him …

But you are an indelible memory.

You just walked out of my life.

But on that beach, I left such a string of footprints.

Our time has never been classified as red by me.

Some impulsive, but extremely passionate beauty.

From the beginning, you were naughty, but obedient. Spread gossip everywhere.

You don't understand, what I experienced was not the first love experience …

Our road seems to be getting so rough.

Seeing you again is like a lifetime ago.

Chasing after you, but not having the courage to pat you on the shoulder.

Then pretend to be happy to say hello; Haven't seen you for a long time. How are you doing?

The lingering back has become the cherry shadow in my heart.

Pink, but it still masks the brightness.

Now I seem to have grown up.

I know everything I need to know. What about you? Do you understand?

Who are you looking for?

In childish youth, everything seems different when I am with you.

I am not good enough, but will you leave a corner for me in your heart?

I always thought that my letter could end the crux of our anxiety.

I was wrong. I turned anxiety into panic.

Our impulse creates beauty.

But it also made us stumble and bruise all the way.

Please bloom a beautiful blue enchantress in this fiery and violent youth.