Reminiscence composition of the third grade of junior high school

In ordinary study, work, and life, everyone has written essays. Writing essays can exercise our habit of being alone, calm down, and think about our future direction. What kind of compositions have you seen? The following are 7 essays that I compiled for you to recall the third grade of junior high school. You are welcome to read them. I hope you will like them. Recalling the composition of the third grade of junior high school Part 1

The sky did not leave any trace of us, but we did fly. ——Inscription

In the blink of an eye, the tense life of the third grade of junior high school is about to come to a successful end, and we will also face the tense high school entrance examination. We are about to say goodbye to the teachers and classmates who have been with us for three years.

Before class started, the math teacher held up a large section of test papers and told us that today’s test would be a normal test, which made the students complain incessantly. Since the beginning of the second semester of the third year of junior high school, we have been taking tests non-stop because of that last question. High school entrance examination. Although we complain, we are never discouraged, because we know that all our efforts now are to give full play to our abilities in the future high school entrance examination, so that we can get a satisfactory score and a satisfactory high school. In this way I will not be sorry for my three years in junior high school, sorry for the efforts of the teachers and the sweat I left behind. After class, before the math teacher had finished class, the English teacher stood at the door again, holding a large section of test papers in his hand, which made the students complain again and again.

On the playground, we ran as much as we could, leaving behind sweat and tears, echoing our slogans, and preserving our strong bodies. In the morning reading class, the sound of our loud reading echoed in the campus, adding interesting vitality to our beautiful school.

"In the beginning, we are children, and in the end, we long to become angels. The songs of songs hide the shadow of fairy tales." In the blink of an eye, the tense life of the third grade of junior high school is coming to an end. The third year of junior high school is over, and we are about to say goodbye to our teachers, but we will never forget our intense life in the third year of junior high school, because it left a brilliant chapter in the long river of our lives, and we will always remember the gorgeous chapter. Medal!

Third grade, I will always remember you! Recalling the composition of the third grade of junior high school Part 2

I am a lone wolf. My parents, wife, children, and my companions who fought side by side all died under the hunter's gun. I am the wolf king, and a king must have the self-esteem and pride of a king. I cannot cry or despair. I also want revenge. I want to kill all the humans who destroy our lives. I want them to regret it!

"Old Chen, are you sure there will be wolves here?" "Yes, there must be, there must be." Here they come, the two humans who killed my compatriots are here, it's them! There is a flash in my eyes The light of hatred rushed forward and bit their necks in one bite.

Have I taken revenge?

Human beings, are they really invincible? Memories of the third grade of junior high school composition 3

What are memories? Memories are an affectionate poem, a cheerful song, and a moving painting... My memories are of life at my grandma’s house that happy time.

Every summer vacation, I always go to my grandma’s house to stay for a while. There are so many things there, including chickens, ducks, geese, and pigs that are not seen in the city... Whenever I come, they always run out one by one happily, "Gu-Gu, Gu-Gu." "Gah..." It's so lively! The river looks even more lively in the evening breeze, "Wow--" Everything is full of life and looks so cute. But that's not what I'm waiting for.

As a car drove over, my cousin rushed down, so happy and excited. "Let's go!" He followed me, and I found some branches and broke them into pieces. "What is this for?" He looked confused. "You'll know later." I smiled at him: "Help me find some more, oh, by the way, please." He also smiled. We worked together and found a lot of branches. He became even more confused: "Is this to make a fire?" "No." I replied, "This is to make a raft." He suddenly became excited. I found a rope and he put it on in a few clicks. The two of us pulled together, and with all our strength, it fell down. "It doesn't matter.

"I patted his shoulder and found another piece of stronger rope. This time, with a hard push, the raft was obediently wrapped in the rope. I was very happy, and he was even more happy. I found a glass bottle, and stuffed a piece of paper containing happiness into it. On it was neatly written "On August 2, 20xx, Yao Yichen and Zhong Haoxiang stuffed happiness into this bottle. It will never disappear with time. Please pick it up." Keep it safe for those who arrive..." My cousin and I laughed, jumped, stuffed the glass bottle into the raft, and wrapped it tightly with a layer of rope. I carefully put the raft into the river, and the raft was unstable. As the current drifted to the east and west, my cousin and I became nervous. After a moment, the raft became quiet again and slowly sailed away. We stood on the shore and watched the raft go away, waving again. Wave and stay for a long time...

The sun was setting in the west, and my cousin and I came to the lake. The setting sun covered it with a golden blanket. The naughty cousin picked up a small pebble. Throwing it into the lake, the calm lake surface suddenly started to move, and golden waves surged. At this time, I watched a silver-white fish jump out of the lake from a distance, and the setting sun shone on it and dyed it. Golden yellow. There was a small whirlpool on the lake, and it calmed down again. I just sat quietly, and my hands became itchy. I followed my cousin's example and picked up a small stone and threw it towards the center of the lake. . Due to lack of strength, I only threw it to the edge of the lake. However, there was a splash of crystal clear water, and it calmed down again after a while.

Before we knew it, it was night. The evening wind blew us, and we lay down quietly on the grass, looking at the unpredictable night sky. Our cousin also lay down without any fear. I have to be afraid. My cousin pointed to the starry sky and asked me: "Brother, what star is that?" "That is Altair, and that one is Vega." "I pointed with my finger. Seeing that he didn't understand, I told him the story of "The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl" vividly. My cousin listened quietly, and then fell asleep. I was also sleepy. Suddenly it occurred to me that we should Go home. I pushed my cousin, "Get up!" I suppressed my laughter and shouted. Seeing his confused look when he woke up, I laughed, "Let's go!" With the light of fireflies, I walked back home. Two lines of faint footprints appeared on the quiet path...

Now, the number of visits to grandma's house is getting less and less. It's not just me. There is not enough time, and my cousin is often unavailable. However, those happy childhood days at my grandma’s house will become the most beautiful memories of my life. Essay on Reminiscing about the Third Grade of Junior High School 4

A long time ago, I was in school.

I was in a Chinese language class with a female classmate. This female classmate was a troublemaker. She had nothing to do with the boys in other classes and asked them for their phone numbers. The boy lowered his voice and said carefully: "Writing: "xxxxxxxxxxx".

I heard it from the side, and I was bored and wrote down the number on my mobile phone.

At first, I just wanted to make him look stupid, so I called I picked up his phone. I thought he would hang up the phone politely, but unexpectedly, he pressed the call button and held it to my ear. I had to hang up the phone depressedly, thinking: Classmate, you. Is it because I don’t know if I will be charged for making a call or that I can’t answer the phone during class?

After a while, a text message came: “Who are you? ". I smiled, how should I tell him... I hesitated, but an unstoppable inspiration came to me, so I typed (3, 2) on my phone.

The text message was sent. I heard a few boys in the back row whispering: "Are these coordinates? "Where is the origin?" Does it start with the door? "A smile slowly appeared at the corner of my mouth. The girl at the same table turned to look at me and said, "You..." What happened to me? I looked at her with a smile for no reason.

"Hello! Are you (2, 2)? "The boy in the back row pulled her hat and asked her.

"What "ahhhh"? Are you out of your mind? She glared at the boy fiercely and said, "Don't pull my hat." ”

After class, I had forgotten what happened just now and hurriedly went to find my friends in other classes.

We walked to the school gate together and met the group of boys from before. We looked at them with a smile and couldn't help but think of what happened in class.

In the evening, a person sat by the window doing homework. Everything outside the window was dark, and the three buildings opposite were faintly black outlines in the darkness. Irregular light shines through the regular square frames, but every aperture shines with contentment.

"You are xxx, right?" The theme of the mobile phone I set gave people a touch of warmth, but I was annoyed by the ambition revealed in the text message. I replied to him politely: "It's xxx, not xxx. Don't write my name wrong." Thinking about it now, I was indeed hypocritical at that time.

In the end, we became "brothers." I don’t know who I learned it from, but I actually learned to be brothers with boys. I put down my phone and finished my homework with a smile...

A few months later, after school ended, I went to get a haircut on a whim.

On the day of the physical exercise class, he looked at me in surprise: "Why did you cut off your hair?" It seemed that we were too far away, and his tone had something to do with you. Qingpiao: "I like it, so I'll cut it off." Then, I left, holding my friend’s hand.

I don’t know how he felt at that time.

Since then, we have not said a word, as if nothing can connect us again. Brothers, the brotherhood between boys and girls, just because of accident, turned into memories.

At the last sports meeting, I saw him high jumping in the crowd. I couldn't help but think of the vocational school a long time ago. It's just that it's been a long time, so I don't know if he has forgotten it. But if you think about it carefully, it's not surprising that you forgot. After all, we don't know each other very well...

"I have treated you as a friend and as a brother

Don't think that is my ridiculous perfunctory

I heard you call me friend and call me brother

It’s just that the name is too beautiful and doesn’t match the time.”

I only write this article to the person I have met now. A boy who acts like a stranger and wishes he could jump higher. Composition 5 recalling the third grade of junior high school

In life, if a gap passes by, suddenly, in the blink of an eye, I return to my alma mater, Zhenze No. 1 Middle School, and I come to my former junior high school teacher, The memories of that time appeared in front of me, and an inexplicable complex emotion came to my heart. This feeling is really indescribable.

The third year of junior high school means the first turning point in life, the high school entrance examination. It is no longer like before. The campus life passed by so smoothly, and in the third year of junior high school, we welcomed its arrival with mixed emotions, including excitement, anxiety, and worry. I recall that I didn’t know how I got through these difficult years. At this age, schools are constantly suppressing me for their promotion rate, a lot of practice, a lot of homework, and a lot of study, and I have very little time to rest. History, Politics, Mathematics, Linguistics, these contents are all in my mind. At this point, we have to sacrifice everything for the high school entrance examination. Mock examinations stimulate our nerves and polish our bodies and minds. The top students work hard for one or two points. 3. It is very common to lose ten pounds in this year, and those underachievers who are preparing to graduate and find jobs secretly laugh at us for being stupid. Maybe everyone has a different perspective and different academic principles. Excellent grades are not what will lead to society in the future. The only way to gain a foothold.

In the third year of junior high school, when the flowers are in full bloom, the books no longer fall, and the wind no longer blocks the meaning, that age is the age when my love affair first blossomed. At that time, was the most innocent childhood love? True love, compared to the current utilitarian love. That is right after all. In the third year of junior high school, I hated my first love and had to go our separate ways. Maybe first love is shy and beautiful to everyone. Composition recalling the third grade of junior high school, Part 6

The colorful notes keep beating, and the variations continue to compose chapters for the song of our years. Each page records the rhythm of our youth, sometimes sweet, sometimes melodious, sometimes deep, sometimes sad... Every rhythm and every beat is what we have experienced.

There are many memories of the past that we are unwilling to listen to its melody or look back at, because we don’t want to lose that firm belief and are afraid that our courage will collapse instantly when we look back.

The memory stays on a gray rainy day at the end of autumn that year: the maple leaves are as red as the red flowers in February, but even better. The smart raindrops hover in the sky, and it seems to make people feel Entered wonderland. The raindrops fall slowly, drop by drop. A drop of rain drops flows down along the veins of the leaves and touches the tip of the nose, making people feel a slight chill. The sweet-scented osmanthus has fallen, but the lingering fragrance still lingers on the tip of the nose.

Holding an umbrella, walking on the path, looking at the rotating second hand on the watch from time to time, although she was very anxious in her heart, her face was calm. Ten minutes, there were still ten minutes left, if she hadn’t already If she comes... No, she shook her head firmly and looked into the distance firmly. Since she said she would come, then a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth...

"Hi, hehe, still... Fortunately, I caught up." He smiled slightly without explaining. The tacit understanding between the two no longer required those useless explanations. "Yue, I'm leaving." "Are you going back to your original home?" "Yes." I answered. "Well, then, I wish you a pleasant journey." He turned around and never looked back, fearing that tears would flow down involuntarily. "Xiaotong, you won't forget me, right?" He said no more, just waved his hand in response, "Huh, if you forget me, then I will chase you to your house and beat you up." ! "At the end, he seemed to feel uneasy and said again, but his tone was slightly trembling. He resisted the urge to look back, quickened his pace and started walking, feeling a little like Cangsu was running away. Yes, Cangsu, although he didn't look back, he But I can clearly feel that Yue must still be standing there, and the tacit understanding developed through years of friendship is unmistakable.

"I'm sorry, Yue. "Looking deeply at the place where Yue stood, my eyes were blurred by tears, and I finally made up my mind to walk forward quickly.

On the road of life, there are often many things that we don't want to look back on, so let us put it into perspective. Keep it well in our hearts, because it often expresses our sorrows, joys, sorrows and joys... Recalling the composition of the third grade of junior high school 7

When I was a child, I didn’t know what warmth was and what warmth was. When I grow up, I often carefully reflect on those years, only to find that the warmth has long been scattered in the occasionally sunny corners of my memory.

I remember that when I was a child, I had long hair and loved to roll around and run around. , playing tirelessly, while my grandma watched me play with a smile. It seemed that she liked seeing my smiling face and watching me play freely. I innocently promised my grandma that I would always accompany me when I grow up. Next to grandma, I sang, danced, ran, jumped, and... grandma just smiled and passed by, but because I was still young, I didn't understand the sadness in grandma's eyes, so I was still happy on my own. Play and show grandma the things I think are rare.

When I entered elementary school, studying became the most important thing for me, and grandma’s words gradually became less frequent in my ears. My grandma and I would move a small chair and sit outside the slightly narrow sheep pen to bask in the sun. The warm sunshine flowed freely between the sky and the earth. Grandma smiled and picked up a green vegetable leaf and said, "Hey." ", baa" she called softly, while shaking the vegetable leaves to attract the lamb. The lamb would run over obediently, and while eating the vegetable leaves, grandma would gently stroke the lamb's round head, pouring her tenderness into it. . I looked at my grandma and talked about interesting things that happened in the class. Sometimes, my grandma and I would laugh in unison. Her laughter was as clear as a bell. After understanding those interesting things, he danced happily on the spot. Look! He raised his front foot in the air and kicked his back foot violently. It seemed to be doing this movement repeatedly. Her ears flapped up and down like a bird's wings, and she made cheerful "baa" sounds from time to time. Grandma's eyes were clear and bright, without a trace of stain, like two twinkling stars, lighting up my smiling face. Face.

When I grow up, I will go to junior high school. Time is very tight and I have no time to accompany my grandma.

One day by chance, I saw the hard-to-find trace of loss in my grandma’s eyes, and I couldn’t help but tremble all over. Only then did I realize that I had broken my promise. For grandma, I have grown up, but she has lost a partner and care. He lowered his head and reflected on himself, then smiled and gently picked up grandma's skinny arm, "Let's go, grandma!" The words just blurted out so lightly. I looked at my grandma's eyes, which turned from disappointment to surprise, and that warmth gradually filled my entire chest. It was sweeter than eating honey, and I was more proud than receiving a compliment.

Promise is beautiful, and so is life. I will treasure my grandma’s heartfelt joy. This joy will linger in the hearts of grandma and me, warming me for the rest of my years.