On the confused composition of grade one in junior high school

Confusion is like a sharp knife, which slowly penetrates into the muscles from the skin and finally into the bones. In order not to become a hedgehog, we keep pulling it out, even if it hurts into the bone marrow. I'd like to share some short articles about confusing senior one, hoping to help you.

About Puzzled Junior One Composition 1

It's cloudy, windy and raining. I looked up and stared at the sky outside the window. Silver gray, hazy, just like my heart, confused and confused.

At that time, I just started school and got along well with my classmates. But my grades have fallen to the middle of my class, or even lower. The teacher talked to me. At that time, I was just trying to cope and nodded, but I didn't know what to say. I hate to admit it, but I can't deny it. It was during that time that I often thought of primary school. In primary school, I was dragged out to talk by the class teacher from time to time, but the class teacher never questioned my ability. He just grabbed my small shortcomings and gently said something to make me more perfect. Why? Step into junior high school, there will be such a big change! I am very confused, just like a lost person lost in the fog, confused, but helpless.

I began to study harder, but the results of every exam were always unsatisfactory, just like a slap in the face. I looked at the bright red and dazzling score in pain, letting it trample on my broken heart. It seems to tell me that everything you are doing now is futile, useless and meaningless. You are doomed to failure! I can't refute it. Looking at the ridicule of the test paper, I am more and more afraid. Every time I finish the exam, I call home with trepidation. But what about the result? What I got was not comfort, but reprimand.

What is wrong with me? I asked myself, but I couldn't find the answer.

During this time, the teacher stopped talking to me. My heart is relaxed, but more is sadness and fear. I understand why the teacher did this, because I witnessed a teacher trying to help a student but didn't get the result in return.

I can't help it I think of primary school again. How pleasant it was to study at that time! After finishing your homework, you can go to the playground and basketball court with your classmates. Have fun and then rush upstairs to class together. My face turned red, and the teacher saw the criticism and went to a new class. ...

After the memories, back to reality, I can't help but sigh: the pressure is really great now, and I can't breathe-why not feel better? Why did you lock yourself in the classroom?

I began to relax. Let's just say, but every class has become more focused and bolder. I am no longer silent, but good at expressing my views, finding my mistakes and then correcting them; When class is over, I am no longer at home, so I can play as I like. At this time, the tension in class suddenly disappeared.

Incredibly, my grades have improved. I suddenly realized that "learning" and "playing" complement each other! When I first entered school, I only cared about "learning" and didn't feel the importance of "playing" at all, which led to excessive pressure. In retrospect, it's really funny. ...

The weather is clear and the clouds are clearing away. The long-lost sun selflessly shares its warm light with the earth. I sat in the classroom and looked out of the window, but my heart was no longer confused. ...

The first day confused composition II.

I stood at the teacher's desk with my head down. The teacher's words are not as gentle as the usual spring rain, but like the summer rainstorm. I unconsciously raised the volume and my eyes were sour. I was so embarrassed that I buried my head lower.

Only a few minutes of conversation, but it makes me feel like years. The teacher finally leaned back in the chair, and the students next to him looked at the opportunity to ask questions, so the teacher glanced at me out of the corner of his eye and waved me away. When my classmates winked at me, I pulled the corners of my mouth stiffly and raised an unnatural smile to express my gratitude.

I finally left the office with a dull atmosphere. I took a deep breath of the muddy air in the corridor, and the noise of my classmates sweating during the big break was in my ear. The noisy sound makes people more and more excited. The teacher seems to be aiming at me on purpose. In the remaining classes, he called my student number back and forth several times, which was a gesture of not stopping until I was caught making a mistake.

The next day, the teacher's attitude towards me was even more different from usual. She frequently asks questions in class, and the exercises completed in groups are slightly flawed, so she grabs me and criticizes me with her team members. Even my deskmate couldn't help asking me, "Hey, how did you get him involved?" I feel very puzzled and confused about the teacher's behavior.

After school, I refused the invitation of several friends to go home together, slowly kicking pebbles on the roadside and walking alone. I suddenly caught a glimpse of a bright green in an inconspicuous corner.

It was a nameless grass, which broke through a crack in a brick, stood awkwardly on the loess the size of a fingernail, climbed up the stone-gray wall with a twisted posture, like a blindfolded person trying to reach out and touch the sunshine with the warmth of his face. It is not robust, its leaves are mottled, yellow and green are interlaced, and it is morbid, which should be due to lack of nutrition. The moment when the sun shines is so beautiful.

I looked at it clumsily and didn't know where the impulse came from. I walked over in three or two steps, bent down and yanked, and the plant was lying on my palm. Because it was pulled too hard, its poor root was torn off and part of it was still exposed on the loess. This move is really nonsense. I stared at my palm for a long time before I came to my senses. I looked around, threw it under a big tree nearby, casually threw some soil to cover the incomplete roots, then got up and patted the soil on my hand and left.

A day or two later, I walked alone on that path and passed the big tree. I glanced at it inadvertently and found that the grass stood impressively, but after pulling it up a few days ago, I didn't see it lying in the soil. I was very surprised. I beat him to death the other day. I felt so guilty that I didn't dare to look at it for several days, for fear of seeing a rotten plant. When I saw it today, I actually lived so well.

It is tenacious, and the land here is fertile and sunny. It has risen sharply enough, and it has risen a lot in just a few days. What used to be a "graveyard" has become its home for survival. I have mixed feelings in my heart.

One of my actions that seemed to hit it unexpectedly helped it, and it seized the opportunity to change itself and become better. The teacher targeted me and actually helped me. Looking back carefully, I am really impetuous these days, and I can't calm down and study. The teacher's criticism sounded the alarm, and I should seize the opportunity to adjust myself.

Because of that grass, I am no longer confused.

About Puzzled Junior 1 Composition 3

"Mom, why should I practice the piano every day?"

"Mom, why should I do these exercises?"

"Mom, why do I have to listen to English in the morning and evening?"

"Mom ..."

At that time, I looked up at my childish face and asked my mother doubtfully. There are 100,000 reasons waiting for her to answer. My mother always says faintly with a straight face: "There is no reason. Listen and finish!" But the same answer made me more confused. Why should I work so hard?

So, confused, I fought with my mother while learning to swim in various training classes. The long and arduous "tug-of-war" made my family jump up and completely divorced from the word "peace".

Every morning at seven o'clock, I am awakened by cheerful English nursery rhymes, rubbing my sleepy eyes, and the whole process from the beginning of washing to the end of breakfast, to putting on my schoolbag and getting ready for school is surrounded by children's English, which makes English exist in my childhood like a magic sound.

After school, I finally want to relax. I often turn on the TV in high spirits, and the cartoon at the beginning is suddenly pressed by my mother, and then a bunch of dazzling exercises are smashed, which makes me complain.

In the evening, I closed my last homework, stretched myself and played games for a while. Only one minute after the tablet arrived, my mother's eye knife flew over. "Five minutes, you can only play for five minutes, protect your eyesight!" In a blink of an eye, time froze, and I was still fighting in the subway parkour, and my computer was confiscated. I watched helplessly as the game characters ran into obstacles because no one operated them, saying, "Game over!" " My heart is crazy.

Sitting silently on the piano bench, looking at music notation, who is like a tadpole on the piano score, I kept whispering in my heart. At this time, my mother realized that watching too many piano scores would hurt my eyesight! Press black and white keys hard as an outlet, and an ugly roar eased my depressed mood a little.

After a week's course, there is no relaxation and no entertainment. Endless training began at the weekend. I shuttled between crowded training institutions, and my mind was full of English letters and mathematical calculations. ...

Day after day, year after year, the seasons changed, and that little me finally struggled to grow up.

Stepping into the new junior high school and new campus, everything seems so fresh. Without my mother's control, it seems that the problems that have been bothering me are not so important.

As soon as the new head teacher takes office, he will send a thin form to the whole class to fill out. This is a table full of special skills. I looked at it, and it was full of "Piano 10", "Folk Dance 12" and "Art 8" ... The versatile new classmates made me feel scared instantly and bowed my head in shame. I gently filled in the unique "specialty" of "Piano Band 6".

In my junior high school career, I added English as a subject. At the beginning of the class, many students had a headache, but I learned very calmly and calmly. In the first exam of the new school year, my English stood out. With the help of English, my comprehensive score jumped to the top, which made me full of incomparable self-confidence and great surprises.

Later, NEPCS won the first prize in the country, IAP won the third prize in the country, the first prize in the composition contest, and the academic excellence award ... When various honors came one after another, the questions that had puzzled me for many years finally vanished.

As Tagore said: "The light is in front of us. As long as you can endure the pain and walk through the darkness, your burden will become a gift, and your suffering will light your way! "

Like the "hairy grass" on the African grassland, it took root in the soil for six months. When a heavy rain comes, it becomes the "king of grassland". People only witnessed its sudden and crazy growth. Only by digging out the soil can you understand that the so-called success and miracle, traced back to the source, are actually down-to-earth efforts.

About Puzzled Junior One Composition 4

Don't underestimate yourself at any time, you will always be the most cherished-Ming

There is a small lake to the west of Ledi. It is said to be a small lake, but it actually has a hundred acres. The white fog above has not dissipated for thousands of years, and there are no boats moored by the lake.

The fool moved a small stool by the lake and sat fishing. He has been fishing all day, but he hasn't seen any fish. Earthworms in the bucket next door wriggled like crazy in the morning, shaking gradually from time to time: they knew that the guy who caught them would not use their bait again. They can wait as calmly as possible until they are released.

The fool saw that the sun was setting and it was late. Time to go home. Then he threw the extra earthworm on the ground and muttered, "I'm really sorry to have made you work hard all day." Then I put away the fishing rod and suddenly found that there was no bait at all. He remembers that in the morning, he was worried that the earthworm would not hang up because it twisted too much, and he planned to hang up again at noon. Of course, this matter was immediately forgotten.

A black shadow appeared in the white fog, and an old man came rowing the boat. The fool is stupefied: How can anyone be in this lake? The man's boat has landed and greeted the fool. You can clearly see that the old man's face is haggard, his silver hair is scattered, and his white skirt in plain clothes is shaking his hands, which has been deformed by soaking. Is there such a person on land? Why don't I know? The fool is confused.

"The old man's house, are you ..."

"I'm dying. There are a few things I have nowhere to say. If I want to say it, I'm relieved. Don't interrupt me. "

The fool said he was willing to listen and handed the stool.

"Thank you, young man. I haven't received such kindness for a long time.

"I grew up in a distant place, with no relatives and no friends. People laugh at me and think I'm extremely stupid. But what they don't know is that I have bigger ambitions and a broader mind. I regard the happiness of others and other things as happiness, and I am sad for their sadness. I have written many poems and essays, which are not inferior to famous writers, and I have read many ancient and modern masterpieces. But people only copy books with me, but they don't think I have an independent and noble self. "

"But you care about others at this time, mind the peace talks? Old man, talk to someone else. "

"It's just a fact, you don't have to be so sensitive, it's not good for you. You have to listen to me, or I will die. "

"I'm afraid my thoughts will not stay after death, and I'm afraid people will abandon it. So, I kept going west-just a random direction, which didn't make any sense. So I walked to the end and saw the sea. I don't know how many rural towns I passed and met thousands of people of all kinds, but I was only treated with a little poor respect. Along the way, I doubted myself: am I too low-level, too shallow-minded, and too poor in writing? Are you helpless and have no chance to get ahead? Is this all fate?

"But life is different from luck. Life is predestined, and luck is artificial. I'm afraid the cause of my suffering is fate-it can't be changed. "

"I decided to take water on land. Work as a laborer on a ship to pay for the ship's fare. This time, after a few years-about three years, I think, I finally reached the end of the East. Or the sea. People still call me an idiot, but it is a big city after all, when many celebrities and universities gathered there. By looking around, I also talked with many' masters', and what I saw was really unusual. Of course, some famous artists politely refute that I am an arrogant person.

"I stayed there for a few months, and I put my curiosity into the north and south directions with the waterway. So I became a prominent figure and settled down in the southeast. Life after that is very similar to others, needless to say. "

"But then I suddenly understood that ordinary people are bound by material, extraordinary people are bound by thoughts, and unbound people are bound by nothingness-Kun Peng is bound by freedom. In the vast space, Dapeng is no different from birds and soil. Everything is meaningless.

"So everything is looking for meaning. All my thoughts and connotations are in vain. Meaningless. But because they are meaningless, they become meaningful again. "

"I have abandoned what I have, and it doesn't matter who I have. To find the so-called nothingness-but then I was old and out of my depth. Even if heaven and earth were closer to me, it would only be a death letter-the sound of the death knell. People thought I was dead long ago, but they were wrong; They gave me a grand funeral and buried me with the coffin.

"But I crawled out."

"However, I have lost everything, including my life in people's minds-the whole world thinks I'm dead, but no one thought that no one dug up the coffin for inspection and stole it as firewood-I hope so."

"Young man, heaven and earth are connected with me, and storms, insects and birds all mourn the death of the day. My words are finished. "

White fog overflowed from the lake and drowned the fools in the lake. The old man and the boat are missing. The sky and the earth are white, and the flow is flashing.

The old man's voice came from all directions, but it sounded like a teenager: "When I turn into a gust of wind, you will remember my face."

About Puzzled Junior 1 Composition 5

We live in an era of information explosion, and all kinds of information are spread in the form of fragmentation. Eyeball economy and network celebrity economy have become the main theme of the times. So-and-so webcast monthly income of hundreds of thousands, so-and-so star in order not to lose powder, playing tricks at the recording site of the program. WeChat friends circle all kinds of screens, QQ space everyone shows off, universal social platform provides us with all kinds of real-time tweets, and the era of information fragmentation leads everyone to evolve into a "low-headed family"

My 70-year-old grandmother has only a primary school education. She didn't even read newspapers before, but now she uses a smart phone. She squints at her mobile phone every day and posts articles about "cancer", "health" and "the first outflow" in the WeChat family group from time to time-she also hopes to keep up with the times and brush her sense of existence. They often ask us, "Did you read what I sent?" ? I never opened it anyway. But grandma will still quarrel with grandpa because of trivial matters, and do all kinds of "work" as usual, and there is no big change.

In the background of the great era, I sat in front of the mirror and looked up and down:-I am not beautiful, and it is definitely not possible to eat by my face value; I am not a "learned" person, and I will not piece together many sensational and convincing essays. I still have a lot of math and physics homework and ABC, and I can only sign in once in a while in a circle of friends. My friends think I'm unsociable, and I'm just a shallow wry smile.

Driven by this powerful social trend, it is not easy to be independent. Sometimes, I will habitually open social platforms such as WeChat and QQ, brush the space and look at my circle of friends. However, when I came to my senses, time had passed quietly and there was no image left in my mind. Although SMS has quit our most commonly used communication method, when an emergency happens, I will call the other party immediately and contact him in the shortest time, instead of editing a WeChat slowly, clicking Send and waiting for the other party to reply.

After school, after-school time is more precious, and it is not worth wasting time brushing your mobile phone. When I get home at the weekend, I will open the reference news sent home these days, smell the ink books and understand the current news during this period. Or soak in the library, find a corner to sit down in the silence of the crowd, with a row of bookshelves of China classical literature on the left hand side and a collection of foreign classics on the right hand side. Why not open a book and immerse yourself in it?

The times are progressing, science and technology are developing, and fragmented life is an inevitable trend. In the eyes of some people, it may be attractive and valuable. But for me, its rich eyes and glitz far outweigh the benefits and help. The era of fragmentation has brought me a lot of confusion. In contrast, I prefer the era of ink and books. In this era, it is very rare not to forget your initiative and independence. I hope I can keep this mentality all the time.

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