Junior one composition

Many people have written essays in their study and work, right? Essays can be read and lyrical, things can be read and opinions can be discussed, books can be read and feelings can be discussed one by one. What kind of composition is a good composition? The following is my composition in Grade One for your reference only. Welcome to reading.

The composition "1" of the first grade was once precious to me, and how much I longed for a bosom friend. How carefree and happy it is to swim in the ocean of poetry with friends, enjoy fragrant teas and talk all night! How beautiful and yearning a bosom friend is for me. Getting a bosom friend is the greatest wish in this life. During the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, there was an era of "Yu Boya mountains and rivers searching for bosom friends". After Zhong Ziqi died, I longed for the spirit that Yu Boya would never play the piano again. I admire Guan Zhong and Bao Shu for their tolerance. I am deeply impressed by the sincerity of Zhuangzi and Keiko. How precious is the feeling between the ancients and their bosom friends that "only those who know each other love each other for a long time". I hope my bosom friend can have a heart-to-heart talk with me, talk about the love and hate in this world, talk about the warmth and coldness of human feelings, and have tea with me like Li Qingzhao and Zhao Mingcheng. A confidante In this life, I want to talk to you about my feelings and taste the cold. Get a bosom friend and never give up!

In the vast sea of people, meeting you and me is the origin, knowing each other is the continuation, and knowing each other is the fate.

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Another summer, I bid farewell to primary school and entered junior high school. Sunny weather, a breeze blowing on my face, brought a cool, looking at a strange school, those vacant eyes betrayed my heart.

Every day, teachers' concern and classmates' greetings make me feel that the world can be so beautiful, so I should remember it with my heart. However, the good times did not last long. As my mother said, junior high school is not like primary school, and the study pressure is getting heavier and heavier. Constant setbacks make me feel tired, and repeated blows make me gradually lose my way on the road of life. I am like a lost child. I tasted helplessness and hopelessness at the first failure. In the end, I finally couldn't help it, and tears kept pouring out like a broken line.

At this time, you extended your warm hand to me, lit the lamp in front of me, and made me no longer hesitate. At that moment, my world was bright because of you.

I often ask: Why is it so fragile? Why are you crying? Why are you laughing? Why are there gorgeous rainbows after the storm?

You gave me the answer-

Everyone has a fragile cry, and no one is perfect; Emotions and sorrows are human nature. You should understand that it is a coward's behavior not to stand up after failure; In the face of setbacks, we should go forward bravely, after all, this is essential on the road of life.

Your words, such as sobering, awakened me in confusion; Your words have been imprinted on my mind for a long time.

Before, I have been afraid to face up to the world, because I didn't dare, so I missed a lot of beauty; Now, every time I stand at the fork in the road of my life, you let me quickly find the weather vane and set out for the distance. ...

Composition 3 of grade one is very idle. I didn't expect to see the composition written a year ago from my notebook. I was very surprised. After a year, when I look back on the past years again, I can't help but burst into tears-the swallow is still singing, the flowers are blooming and the trees are blooming. However, the footsteps of autumn are getting closer and closer, which makes people feel deeply. At this time, it is still a dark plain, which makes people feel quiet and serene, but this kind of scenery will not last long, and the bell will ring in the next season. Is this life forward? I remember when I was a child, I collected nameless wild flowers and dog tail grass by a clean river in summer.

How free and happy I am to knit rabbits, then everything will be fixed in the past and never return. Now I remember it vividly. It seems that everything is still yesterday. I feel a little sad when I think about it. The progress of history is devouring my time and life. With the coming of autumn, I will enter my eighth grade career. I still can't bear to part with the seventh grade and all the past days. I neglected childhood to childhood because I was too young to know anything. I also ignore childhood to adolescence, and may feel a little tied down. From adolescence to adolescence, I also walked in ignorance, and youth has waved to me not far away, so I feel a little dangerous. The past can never come back, just like a river flowing eastward to the sea. Children are rushing to Huang Die, flying kites in the east wind and learning to grow melons in the shade of mulberry trees. Now it's all jokes, past, past, and so on.

When I was young, I was relaxed and free, but now I am heavily in debt. This debt is the so-called study, and there is no derogatory meaning here. On the contrary, everything has changed, and the fast pace has occupied my life. Immersed in the knowledge of curriculum standards all day, there is almost no time to learn some extracurricular knowledge. When can I make my mind dream?

Now, I just hope that all my days will be full, slow, free and hard, and I just hope that I don't always regret it. The days are running and jumping. I can only live in school day after day. Here I have the nectar of knowledge to suck, the thinking sky to soar, the treasure house of wisdom to open and the unknown world to explore. This is the life I should have and the way I should go.

The seventh grade has passed, and the eighth grade is about to pass. I just want to live a full life without regrets. I'm waiting for the poplar leaves to fall, for the snow to fall, and for next year's flowers!

There are a few sad tunes in composition 4 of the first grade, but later the tune becomes higher.

Under a cliff, a man in white is absorbed in playing the piano. Unfortunately, no one can really understand my piano. The man in white suddenly raised his head and said sadly. He shook his head quickly, as if to drive away his unhappiness.

A towering mountain suddenly appeared in front of the white man. After the voice came a rough male voice: yes, it's like there is a towering Mount Tai in front of you. The man in white was surprised, and his skirt fluttered a few times: the princes and nobles are not my confidants, but the people behind me? The man in white continued to play, and the cheerful water flowed through his fingers. Yes, it's like a fast-flowing river! Don't try again, he is my bosom friend! The man in white thought. He stood up and turned around. In front of him was a woodcutter with a big bundle of firewood on his back and some rags on his clothes. The man in white doesn't care. He said excitedly, you are my bosom friend! The woodcutter was a little nervous and just rubbed his hands and said, I'm just a rude woodcutter. I hope you don't laugh. People in white don't care. I'll meet you here in a year, okay? The woodcutter said nothing but nodded silently. Oh, sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Yu Boya. My name is Zhong Ziqi. See you later. See you later!

The rain is ticking and getting smaller and smaller. ...

Boya watched anxiously under the cliff, unable to hide his excitement. He paced and his skirt swayed in the wind.

It was getting dark, and Boya's face gradually sank. How did this happen? How could he be late? Something must have happened to him! It must be! Boya believes.

As the days passed, Boya finally found Zhong Ziqi's family. They told Boya that Zhong Ziqi died a few months ago. On a rainy day, Boya came to Zhong Ziqi's grave, gently put down her piano and played a tune against the soil where Zhong Ziqi was buried.

Think back to last spring, there was a gentleman by the river.

I visited again today, but I didn't see my bosom friend.

But it hurts to see a piece of land!

After being sad, I feel sad and can't bear to cry.

Why come and go? There are dark clouds on the river bank.

This song will never be played again, and the three-foot lyre will die for you!

With a crisp sound, Boya turned around and her skirt fluttered. The broken string trembled in the wind and hissed as if crying. ...

After getting up, my throat was terribly dry and I felt like a group of ants. After drinking a few glasses of water, it was still unbearably hot. I complain about the weather: it was cool just now, but now it has become a volcano. But what can I do? I am not a fairy bodhisattva. Even if I am thirsty, it doesn't respond, and so on, isn't it self-inflicted? It's no fun to think about it. Just rinse your mouth in the kitchen and feel much better.

Alas! This damn weather!

When I came to the balcony and opened the window, the dazzling sunshine slanted down, but I didn't feel much warmth. Instead, I feel quite stuffy, making my bad mood worse and worse.

Throughout the ages, the sun has been appreciated. Wang Bo said: "The desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen." Shi Weng said, "Wan Li is as dry as Kun, and the fire umbrella is the same as the sky." I didn't. Sunshine has nothing to praise. It just gives off hot light. In addition, it brings people more infinite disasters and troubles!

Alas, when does it rain heavily and wash away all the sun? !

In the journey of life, there is always an impulse to go back and start over. However, looking back on the road all the time, the scenery of people we used to know has changed, so we have to freeze the past in our minds and move on.

When people are tired, it is especially easy to immerse themselves in memories. When they think about their happiness and sadness, and then think about their life today, they can't help but wonder if their original choice was wrong. If I had chosen another road before the fork in my life, would I be better off now? What would have happened if I hadn't given up gritting my teeth and stuck to it? A feeling of regret is coming to my mind. I really want to go back to the past, to the fork in the road, to make a new choice, and then I can live a completely different life from now.

But life can't be repeated, and lost time can't be repeated. Looking at it from another angle, even if time can be rewound and you choose another road again, you can ensure that all roads lead to the same goal. Can you be sure that it is not a worse choice? In fact, when I made a choice at that time, I also thought twice and made the best choice, even though that choice might not be what I wanted. Now I have made a choice, and I have been on this road for such a long time. I regret not only whether I decided to make a difficult choice at that time, but also failed myself who has been working hard.

Try to freeze the past, hide it in the corner of my heart, and move forward firmly along the chosen road. Maybe now is the most difficult time. Stick to it for a while, and there will always be an end. When all the dust settles, looking back at those frozen pictures, you will find that the once haze has dissipated, leaving only a faint nostalgia.

The long-awaited winter vacation has finally arrived.

When I got home, I threw away my schoolbag. I thought I could be chic. Unexpectedly, it rained for several days, so I couldn't go anywhere. Had to, darling nest in the room, watching my father play landlords and my mother play stars, but I can't play anything, I can only watch them eagerly.

At this point, I can only regret why I tried my best to finish winter vacation homework at school. Now, I feel bored and want to do my homework, but I find there is no extra homework for me to write. Seeing my parents playing so hard, I glared at them and ran into my bedroom.

It's really hard to be idle, so I take out all the sundries in primary school, look at the diaries I wrote before, look at the notes I made before, and sometimes I can see my paintings of desertion in class in books. I thought it was interesting at first. However, the more times I watched it, the more bored I became.

No way, I can only secretly pray there, praying that it will clear up soon, so that I can go out and be chic. Finally, God has eyes. Today, I finally saw the long-lost sunshine. There are many plans in rainy days. With the arrival of sunshine, my mind is full, and I don't know which one to realize first.

Looking at the burning sun, I made a quick and effective decision to enjoy the sun-sitting in a rocking chair to bask in the sun. As soon as I sat down, some friends came out. A few people put a rocking chair together, closed their eyes, basked in the sun and chatted, and finally felt their own winter vacation.

It turns out that the boring winter vacation will make people eager to go to school!

On the first day of junior high school, I ran wildly, unwilling to let the shadow behind me catch up with me, and even more unwilling to let the ruthless time unveil my veil. How can my ugly face be despised by the sun and the breeze? Then, at the moment of heartbreak, let them blow the fragments of their hearts all over the floor in a dismissive tone. After that, they quietly left, leaving only an irreparable heart.

I don't want to think about it, let alone dare to think about it, because I don't want the tragedy to be put on the screen again. There are always too many tragedies in the cinema, and the tears in the crowd always overflow seriously and quietly, and finally overflow their eyes.

Always afraid of the dark, but God often doesn't care for you. God likes to dye himself black, which is his hobby and his freedom. We don't even have the right to ask. Even if you are afraid of the dark, you can't do meaningless things! Close your eyes, it's dark in front of you, but don't do stupid things like a fool! People follow the sky, and the sky follows people. God can change people's destiny, and at the same time people can control their own tomorrow, as long as they work hard.

The angel's light once shone on everyone who was injured, but when this person was seriously injured, the angel could do nothing but take him to heaven according to God's will, and he lost his soul on earth.

War, this heinous demon, shattered countless families in the world. Are you grinning when crying faces appear in the ruins of the battle? Did you celebrate the success of your evil plan in an invisible world when the city was destroyed? What did you gain, what did you lose, and what did you see in the end? When you take away innocent lives, will you be happy if you have a companion and are not lonely?

The blue ocean, such a quiet hell, hides danger. The mysterious blue makes people struggle to die in its arms.

Life and death are always locked in a glass ball. When this glass ball broke, it released a new life and destroyed a life. Cherish life? It's easier said than done. How many people have suicidal thoughts? The precious life they have been talking about disappears in an instant. The meaning of life lies not in living, but in what you live for and what you live for. ...

Weak and strong ...

The first grade composition 10 begins to be remembered from the heart bit by bit, and there are always difficulties in our hearts in real life. Everyone is constantly pursuing the road of the future, and we have been constantly striving for life or for the internal memory of life or the memory of life.

Without the future, how can we pursue our dreams, and how can the memories or life feelings we grow up in our hearts or lives exist? Out of the future, we should also get out of the inner dilemma, because life has always existed in life or in the inner growth memory or in the growth dilemma of life. Because difficulties have always affected the inner memory in our hearts or growing up, because our hearts have always existed in life or in life and growing up in memory or in life.

Because our hearts have always existed in life and in the future. We may always exist in the dilemma of growing up in life, because why do we always exist in our hearts or lives? Everyone is constantly pursuing the future road every day, and this road has always been in our real life. We have forgotten our existence, and at the same time, we have been working hard for life and the pursuit of life ideals. Why should we pursue it? Mainly because of how we live better in dreams.

Out of the future, out of the ideal in life and the heart in real life or the definition of growing reality and life. Because our heart always exists in life or in inner growth, because our heart always exists in life and life.

The ideal of 1 1 in the first grade composition is indispensable in our growth. Everyone can't help thinking of their own ideals. Ideal is a fire, lighting the extinguished lamp; Ideal is a lamp that illuminates the road at night; The ideal is moonlight, which will accompany you until dawn. Everyone has his own great ideal. My ideal is to be a doctor.

How naive and naive I was when I was a child. And I never thought about what my ideal was. I, daily growing, became mature day by day and began to think about my ideal. My ideal is to be a doctor with Bethune spirit, to heal the wounded and rescue the dying, to wear a white coat, to lend a helping hand to patients when they need it most, to give them hope and confidence to overcome their diseases, to complete the sacred mission of "angels in white" and to fight against diseases. In my mind, their profession is great and noble. Their selfless and fearless spirit of dedication makes me yearn for it!

Often fantasize about being a doctor; Fantasy that I cured the patient's pride; Imagine when I operate on someone else. I really hope that when I grow up, I can be a skilled angels in white.

Of course, the ideal is to rely on their own efforts. From now on, I will study hard, read more medical books, understand medical knowledge and lay the foundation for my ideal. I will also become doctors without borders.

Doctor is my ideal, it will sound the alarm for me, remind me not to make mistakes, but to make progress, and urge me to study hard, forge ahead, persevere, work hard and strive for the realization of my ideal!

One day, the senior one composition 12 stood by the window and found that the leaves of the big tree outside the window had fallen off a lot, and a golden carpet was laid on the ground. Oh, autumn is coming. This idea makes me feel inexplicable thoughts and faint sadness.

The leaves of that big tree will be swept away by the autumn wind in a few days and weeks. This tree will become bare and lifeless.

With the wind blowing, the trees began to shed leaves, one by one, two by one ... The leaves danced with the wind and floated across my sight. They spin all the way alone, like dancing elves and soldiers fighting death. The last beauty of their lives seems to be ignited in a very beautiful way at this moment, turning into a beautiful arc between heaven and earth, and then slowly falling to the ground.

I remember that Gong Zizhen commented on them like this: "Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more." Perhaps fallen leaves continue their value in this way. It flies in the autumn wind with people's pursuit, throws away the bitter past and gently falls to the ground. Another wind or rain will bury it deeply in the soil, nourish and repay the tree. Fallen leaves make people realize the greatness of nature and the relationship between life and life.

When the leaves are gone, the mottled dark trunk and dead branches are exposed. That's very rough, even ugly. But it is like some kind of hidden truth, which is slowly opened in the yellowing book of the long river of years. It may not be beautiful, but it is valuable. It is the truth left by all the modification and hypocrisy, a spirit of returning to the essence, and a pure beauty.

The autumn wind blew away the faint sadness in my heart. The autumn earth deeply touched me.

The dust in the memory of the first grade composition 13 is looming, full of our happy language. ...

Tomorrow will be a brand-new day. Grandpa, my best friend and I have good birthdays. I am lucky to be in the same room with my grandfather and my best friend.

Tomorrow is the 20xx day of September in the lunar calendar 10. I know this day will pass slowly in silence, but my mind can't settle down. Past youth, messy past, tomorrow is my birthday, in my birthday, I can't help thinking of my parents. They gave me life and raised me. Day after day, the sun sets, year after year, muddy and bumpy, ordinary parents gave me endless love. ...

Tomorrow is my birthday. After this birthday, a mature annual ring has added the mark of life.

Those friends, thank you for accompanying me again and again, and thank you for forgiving me for doing wrong again and again. I still remember that time, when we met,

I still remember that time, we knew each other,

I still remember that time, we became very good friends.

I still remember the promise we made as girlfriends.

I will always cherish and cherish every hard-won friendship.

I have always believed that our precious friendship will last forever.

Tomorrow is my birthday, and I deeply bless myself. In the future, I will do better ... let gratitude and friendship enrich my soul, let laughter and happiness fill my life, and let happiness and warmth load my home.

Shh ... wait for tomorrow,

Waiting for the first person to say "Happy Birthday" to me tomorrow,

Waiting for the laughter of those people tomorrow. ...

If I see you standing in the rain and soaking wet, Xuexuan will open a rain-free and pure sky above you.

If I see you standing on a tall building, I will despair. Xuexuan will give you a hug and tell you that Xuexuan is still around to protect you. If the night is already deep, but you are still staying up late, Xuexuan will arrogantly tell you that staying up late is not good and you should rest early.

If you are lovelorn and cry in a big mess, Xuexuan will hug you tightly and tell you that "I will be your knight in the future".

If the weather turns cold, Xuexuan will remind you to wear more clothes, keep warm and don't always blow.

If you are sick, but willfully don't want to take medicine, Xuexuan will patiently coax you again and again.

If you say you are an angel from heaven, Xuexuan will help you realize all your wishes and make you happy.

If you are a flower with the entrance to hell on the other side of the world, Xuexuan is willing to be your green leaf and protect you forever.

If you are a rose with thorns, Xuexuan will hold you in the palm of your hand and imprint it on your heart, even if you are black and blue.

If you are used to being strong and pretending, Xuexuan will unload your disguised strength and hug you in her arms for you to rely on.

If you travel alone, Xuexuan will tell you again and again, take enough necessities and be careful when you are alone.

If you are tired of being strong and pretending, Xuexuan will give you a hug, and then forcibly throw away all your pretending and being strong.

If you are afraid and want to retreat, Xuexuan will hold your hand and walk bravely with you.

If you degenerate, Xuexuan will definitely pull you back.

If you are not gentle, smart, virtuous, diligent and lovable, it doesn't matter. Xuexuan will be your knight and will spoil you for generations.

if ...

Shang Ning-

Alone, very good.

Better have company.

The first grade composition 15 the second week of school. The results of the last unified examination came out, and I felt the pressure from the heart. My grades are not ideal. I have memorized many ancient poems and words I learned in primary school because I didn't memorize them well. And I usually study less and accumulate less, which is reflected in the results of the unified examination. However, there are also students with good grades in the class. This is the gap.

The gap is just around the corner. I must check my study method and attitude. I can't learn Chinese like primary school. Usually, you should read more books, accumulate more books and enrich your knowledge, so as to learn Chinese well.

Although there is a gap, I will not be discouraged, because I am confident that with the help of my teacher, I can make up the gap quickly.

Informal article

This week, the teacher told us that the school sports meeting was coming. Let each student report a project that he is good at, and then through the selection competition among students, students with good grades can participate in the competition on behalf of the class. I really hope to participate in the competition on behalf of my class, but contrary to my wishes, I lost to other students with a slight disadvantage in the audition between classmates, which is really a pity.

I am not convinced, thinking: practice more and exercise well in the future, and I will definitely go to the school sports meeting next year! This time, it seems that I can only cheer for my classmates on the edge of the stadium. I hope our class can get good grades in the sports meeting.

Informal article

In this week's physics open experiment class, the teacher gave us three things: a battery, a small round magnet and an enameled wire. Let's make a simple motor with these things according to the method taught by the teacher. At home, although I did it according to the method, I still couldn't succeed. I thought about the teacher's method again in my mind and felt that there was nothing wrong with my operation. What's going on So I looked up some knowledge on the Internet. The principle of the original simple motor is that there is a magnetic field around the magnet, the battery provides current to the conductor, and the conductor with current cuts magnetic induction lines in the magnetic field. When I operate, I always fail because I use enameled wire and don't apply current to the conductor, so I can't generate a magnetic field.

After thinking through the problem, I carefully scraped off the copper paint on the surface of the enameled wire with a knife and tried it again. It really succeeded!

In this small production, I have cultivated my practical ability and thinking ability when encountering problems, and at the same time stimulated my strong interest in physics. This little production is really interesting!