Composition on time in the first year of junior high school

Whether you are in school or entering society, many people have written compositions. With the help of compositions, you can vent your emotions and regulate your mood. So, how to write an essay? Below are 10 essays I compiled for you in the first year of junior high school. I hope it can help you. Composition on Time in the First Grade of Junior High School Part 1

Time.

This is a very sad word.

Time flies and will never come back.

In time, those people deep in memory have also passed away.

One by one, next to each other.

This article is dedicated to my grandma.

Grandma, are you okay in heaven?

I remember when I was a child, I was still a naughty little girl.

It is common for clothes to get dirty or scratched when going to school.

Whenever the clothes were damaged, grandma would use needle and thread to sew them stitch by stitch, so carefully.

Grandma said that when you wear a piece of clothing, there must be no damage, otherwise you will be laughed at by others.

People, it’s the same.

But now my heart is broken, grandma, why don’t you sew it for me?

I remember when I was a child, I had knee-length hair.

However, I have no choice but to have thick and thick hair, and it still curls naturally.

So combing my hair is my biggest worry.

My parents once asked me to cut my hair, but I refused. I cried and made a fuss about keeping my hair.

Grandma smiled and asked my parents not to cut my hair, and she would comb it.

From then on, my hair was in the care of my grandma.

She gently combed my hair with her calloused hands, so kind and gentle.

But after grandma passed away, no one combed her hair, and I was too lazy to take care of it.

My parents asked me to cut my hair. I nodded quietly, okay.

Long hair fell to the ground in strands, and my heart felt like a knife.

Those are the memories of my grandma and I.

I picked up the hair and put it in the deepest place in my cabinet.

I said, no one is allowed to touch it. My hair belongs only to grandma and me.

Grandma, grandma, please come back and comb my hair once, okay?

Recalling my childhood, I loved watching the snow the most.

The fluttering snowflakes are so beautiful.

It’s like a fairyland on earth.

Grandma also likes snow. She says it is quiet and peaceful.

She is the most beautiful angel in the world.

So my grandma and I often went out to enjoy the snow when it snowed.

Even the last day has not changed.

Grandma, it’s snowing this winter, have you seen it?

It’s so lonely to watch the snow alone.

I still remember the day my grandma passed away.

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I cried, tears streaming down my face.

Grandma smiled, raised her old, bony hand, and wiped away my tears.

Don’t cry, you want to be happy forever.

You are grandma’s little angel.

Grandma put the jade bracelet she has worn all her life on my hand tremblingly.

Grandma will always be with you in heaven.

Grandma, she fell asleep so quietly and peacefully.

Falling in front of me.

There is still a smile on the corner of the mouth.

So beautiful, like snow.

So peaceful and peaceful.

Fell asleep forever and ever.

The person who understands me best is gone.

The person I love most is gone.

I lost one of the most important people in my life.

Time, time.

I don’t lament that time is cruel and ruthless, I only lament that time is too short.

Grandma, how are you doing in heaven? Is there snow there?

Your little angel is always there.

This is the promise the little angel made to you.

It won’t change.

The little angel is always with you. Composition on Time in the First Grade of Junior High School Part 2

You will also say when you see this title; what does the beautiful time here refer to? Is it your own experience? Or write about other people’s experiences? Are these various questions perhaps swirling in your mind? I will give you the answer now. The beautiful time here is not my own experience, but the experience of a female classmate of mine.

My classmate once described to me an essay written by her father. The content of the essay is as follows; her father is a man in his forties, about forty-three years old. dad. Her father is about 1.7 meters tall and a bit fat. Her eyes are small and her hair has a few white hairs.

My classmate’s father always has a flower-like smile on his face. No matter when he is tired, he always walks into the house without changing his expression. The reason why her father does this may not allow his family to do so. Children, don’t worry about yourself, right?

My classmate also told me about their family’s financial situation; her father is a taxi driver and earns about a thousand yuan a month. Is she right? have no idea.

My classmate told me some things about her own family. She said that once my classmate wanted to take an art exam. At that time, my classmate discussed her desire to take the art exam with her family. , but her mother and her sister were opposed to her wish. What is the reason for their opposition? Maybe they were afraid that if my classmate failed the exam, he would do something stupid and become schizophrenic. So why is her father the only one who doesn't object? Is it because the father loves his daughter too much and is too tolerant of his daughter? Of course not, it's just because the father wants to give his daughter a chance to test herself.

I feel that the father of my classmate is a qualified, respectable, and worthy of being called “Dad,” a good father. I hope that my classmate will treat his parents well and care for them because they are the greatest people in the world.

Each of our parents is like a gardener. They have raised us up and taught us what love is? What is respect? What is tolerance? These are the theories that a person should know. Parents are the first teachers for each of us. They let us understand the common sense of the world. They are the sunshine in the day, the moon in the dark, and the brightest and most twinkling immortal star in the night sky. Composition on the first grade of junior high school Part 3

Are you okay now? Do you still remember that time when we were at the same table?

That year, I transferred to a new school, and the teacher asked me to sit with you. You stretched out your hand and said loudly: "Welcome, we will be at the same table from now on, let's help each other." But I don't know what to say, because I haven't had many friends since I was a child. At this moment, through your sincerity In his eyes, I gained true friendship for the first time.

Do you remember? It rained heavily that time and I didn't bring an umbrella. My parents were on a business trip. You generously pushed your umbrella into my arms and ran into the rain. The next day, you didn't come to class. After asking the teacher, he found out that you had a high fever last night. At that moment, do you know how much I felt sorry for you? After school, I ran to your house as fast as I could, and you opened the door for me wrapped in a quilt with a silly smile on your face.

At that time, I was very introverted. I would only say anything to you. You would often listen quietly and analyze it bit by bit after I finished speaking. One day, I had a fight with my parents, so I ran to your house and dumped all my worries on you like taking out the garbage. You calmed me down and slowly explained it to me, letting me understand the distress of my parents who hate iron but not steel.

This is so beautiful. But one day, you came to me and said, "I'm going to transfer schools and go abroad." I smiled and said, "Don't lie to me, it's impossible." But you looked at me, but your face was very calm. , without any expression: "Take care of yourself, I'm leaving." That day, for the first time, I understood what it meant to lose true friendship.

From then on, no one protected me when others bullied me, no one listened to me when I was upset, and no one came to comfort me when I was sad.

I still remember the last time you met me before boarding the plane to go to the United States. You said: "There are close friends in the sea, and we are neighbors as far apart as the world. Our friendship will grow with the passage of time, and we will still be together." See you again." But since then, we have never seen each other again. Later I learned that you went to the United States because your parents were divorced and you had no choice but to do so.

Please remember, no matter where you are, don’t forget that there are still your deskmates here.

Are you okay? My former deskmate. Composition on the first grade of junior high school, Part 4

Happiness is in the New Year, and growth is on the road

On the afternoon of the 28th of the year, the unit held the last all-staff union, and then it was considered a holiday. On the 29th of the year, we packed up our luggage and bought the things we bought during the New Year and went home to celebrate the New Year~! The girl is particularly happy because this is her first winter vacation after entering junior high school and also her first New Year. The little girl has planned it for a long time. She wants to have a special New Year. Although I have never seen Xiaoniu’s winter vacation schedule, it turns out that Xiaoniu’s New Year is quite fulfilling. Happiness lies in the New Year and growth is on the road.

Making dumplings during the Chinese New Year

There is no New Year’s Eve this year, so the 29th is considered the 30th. According to the old Chinese New Year tradition, in the morning we fried chicken, ribs, crispy meat, fish and other foods. In the afternoon, our whole family sat around making dumplings. This year is no exception, and this year’s dumpling wrappers are rolled out by Xiao Niu herself.

When I went to the kitchen to help my mother-in-law make dumplings, the little girl and grandma had already started making dumplings, but the difference this time was that the little girl was rolling out the dumplings while grandma was making them. I quickly sat down and started packing. While I was making dumplings, I secretly watched the girl's rolling movements. Haha, I didn't know it until I saw it. I was surprised when I saw it. The little girl works as quickly as her grandma, very fast. The girl catered for the two of us, and there was still some leftover. The mother-in-law said proudly on the side: "Little girls need to learn to work from an early age and learn skills without stressing themselves."

I remember that when my daughter was four or five years old, she would love it every time we made dumplings. If you cause trouble, you must cover it up. Every time I got angry and criticized her and drove her away. Because I always think she is in the way. But every time, the mother-in-law insisted on letting the child stay, and gave the child a rolling pin and a ball of dough to play with. Unexpectedly, over time, the little girl really learned to roll out the dough and make dumplings. Although the little girl has rarely done housework since she entered junior high school, she has not forgotten this life skill, and it continues to be distributed to many people.

On New Year’s Eve, I was eating dumplings made by a little girl. As a mother, I felt very happy.

Watching the Spring Festival Gala with grandma

It’s the Chinese New Year, my brothers and sisters are back, my husband cooks a big table of meals, and our whole family gathers together to talk The family life is normal, and the father-in-law and mother-in-law are happily enjoying the family happiness. Since my father-in-law had been helping his relatives visit the construction site in the oil city last year, he went to the construction site in the evening on New Year's Eve this year. Before leaving, the little girl did not forget to say to her grandfather, "Grandpa, don't worry, I will accompany my grandma to watch the Spring Festival Gala tonight."

In order to prevent her mother-in-law from being alone, this year's New Year's Eve, we all stayed with her mother-in-law. Watch the Spring Festival Gala in the house. The little girl and grandma were sitting on the bed together, wrapping their legs in quilts, cracking melon seeds and talking about TV programs, while we sat on the sofa. There were a lot of singing and dancing this year. Whenever there was a dance, the girl would jump out of bed and dance along. Her funny moves always made us laugh. In this laughter, our family walked through the New Year's Eve together, and set off festive firecrackers in the early morning to welcome the New Year together.

The little girl took the initiative to accompany her grandma to watch the Spring Festival Gala, which showed her filial piety. I would like to record it here.

Full of confidence to resume dancing

My dance class is rehearsing a dance "Jasmine". It just so happens that there will be a dance like this in this year's Spring Festival Gala, which is similar to what Xiao Niu and the others dance. The little girl was so excited that she kept dancing. Since the little girl hadn't gone to dance for several months in the first semester of junior high school, she had to work hard if she wanted to catch up with the big group. Besides, the little girl always had great dreams. She not only wanted to dance, but also dreamed of becoming the protagonist. But this protagonist is not so easy to play. He must put on ballet shoes and make graceful pirouettes and big jumps.

The chick's big jump is okay, the key is the spinning action.

So a Spring Festival girl is practicing "spinning" at home. In fact, spinning is easy to practice. I have the experience of leading a dance before and I can spin by myself. But when I put on ballet shoes and spin in circles, I have to pay attention to keeping my head. The girl always doesn't cooperate well. The rotation of her feet is in place, but she forgets to leave the head on top.

In the end, the girl finally learned all the movements of the lead dancer. Last night we went for a walk to the square, and the girl showed us again. Here’s wishing my little girl that her dreams will come true in the new year.

I make the decision about my study

As soon as the holiday came, the girl cheered at home: "It's great that there is no winter vacation homework, so I can prepare for it!" and asked me what my instructions were? ! I said no, it’s up to you to decide on your winter vacation. Niu said that was not right, it was my study and I made the decision. So I stopped checking my children's studies, and she always studied according to her own plan.

English is my favorite, so I finished the preview first. The little girl has always liked English, and this was also highlighted during the preview. Although the three subjects of Chinese, Mathematics, and English started preparatory work at the same time, English was still superior and completed the task first. There are four modules in English 1*** in the second volume of seventh grade. According to the requirements of the English teacher, the content of the first two modules must be previewed before the start of school. So since the holiday, the little girl bought a "Comprehensive Textbook" and followed the explanations above to study. She also downloaded the audio from the Internet and listened and read the texts and words. Now she has all these. Yesterday I asked her if she had fully prepared her English. The girl said that she was not very familiar with some of the texts and that she would need to practice more in the future.

There is a Chinese lesson every day, and reciting ancient Chinese becomes a difficult problem. From the first day of vacation, the girl started to prepare for the Chinese language. The plan was to take one lesson and complete the exercises every day. So far, the text preview tasks for the first 15 lessons have been completed, but there are still many ancient Chinese recitation tasks. The Chinese teacher requires that all the seven ancient essays in the second volume must be memorized, but the little girl has not finished memorizing them yet, and there will be an exam as soon as school starts. Sometimes I really worry about whether my child will have time to recite classical Chinese, so I can't help but remind her, but people don't appreciate it and say she knows it well. The child has grown into a junior high school student and is already 13 years old. As parents, we can no longer remind her of everything in detail. So I didn't rush her anymore in the past few days. I think that even if the exam at the beginning of school fails, the children will have to "pay the bill" by themselves, and the "bitter fruit" they have sown can only be "digested" slowly by themselves. Although the smooth sailing results are gratifying, I think sometimes it is better to let the children carry a small somersault. Therefore, I have been holding back these past few days and have not reminded her that it is time to memorize classical Chinese!

Mathematics can be prepared easily and worry-free by following the "public course". As soon as the vacation came, the girl started to follow the monthly courses of "Zhongxiang Education". Moreover, this year the school communication made a special contribution and sent a bound handout through the mobile company to every child who subscribed to the monthly course. As soon as I received the text message, I went to the mobile company to pick it up for the girl. At that time, all the seventh-grade textbooks had been distributed in the Yakou store, and I ran to Sipo to get them. This shows that there are still quite a lot of middle school students studying Public Sharing. So far, the little girl has finished studying the first three units and is doing "daily practice" to consolidate.

"Practice every day" is originally an exercise that is matched with the "monthly course". You should listen to the course first, and then complete the practice every day. The little girl did the same thing at first, but as the course became more difficult, she found it very difficult to practice the test papers every day, so she stopped taking the course and listened to the course again and again. I believe that if you listen to it a few times, you will definitely learn it.

As for the history and geography student girl, she doesn’t have time to preview, so she will wait until school starts. The girl said that it would be good if she could preview the first three units of Chinese, Mathematics and English, and I think so too. In addition, I finished reading "Childhood" during the holiday, but I haven't written my thoughts after reading it.

There is no road in the world. Walking a lot becomes a road, and the same is true for children. The sound of New Year's firecrackers was still ringing in her ears, and the little girl embarked on the road to study. I hope that in the new year, the little girl can make a good start, walk on a good path, and successfully spend the wonderful time in seventh grade.

Happiness is in the New Year, growth is on the road, and dreams are also on the road. I wish the children to set sail and sail towards a bright future...

This is the record of the little girl’s lectures. The strange thing is that there are Why was the course not given the green light? Composition on Time in the First Grade of Junior High School Part 5

Day after day, year after year, time flies by.

Silently reciting Mr. Lu Xun's "Hurry".

"I don’t know how many days they gave me; but my hands are gradually becoming empty. Counting in silence, more than eight thousand days have slipped from my hands; like a drop of water on the tip of a needle In the sea, my days are dripping in the flow of time, without sound or shadow. I can't help but feel my head dripping with tears. "I am silently in the corner, crying, not knowing how long time can stay for me. . A trace? One cent? I don’t know anymore, it’s just decadent, flicking, and on the verge of tears. As for those long-gone days, now, the time has passed in the blink of an eye and disappeared without a trace before I could recover. I once prayed to find it in my dream, but I reached the end, walking farther and farther... Where? Where, I am panicked, I am lost, I am in this lonely place. A touch of light color landed at the end of the sky and clouds. While I was wandering, I couldn't see a trace of time. I tried to touch it, but it was gone and scattered. Everything returned to calm...

Awakening from the dream I'm so scared, time doesn't spare anyone, how can I treat others to spare it! I am afraid, I am afraid that my parents will leave me. People grow old easily and time is fragile. I feel more and more safe. Even if you give me one second, one minute, I long for it. My parents' love is a priceless treasure. I try hard to treasure it. It is as beautiful as time flies, like gold and jade. I think even a millionaire can't afford it...

Time takes away our Youth takes away the youthful vitality, years, sometimes, I hate you... Suddenly I miss my childhood life very much. Although I don't have much, I don't feel that I am missing anything. More than ten years ago, I never thought that I would have to worry about studies, work, interpersonal relationships, etc. It’s different now. I don’t feel satisfied if I have too much. Happiness is no longer as simple as before. There are just endless things to do and messy plans. Life now is tiring, scary, I don’t know what’s going on... I think I should be sensible... Composition for the first grade of junior high school, Part 6

Youth is a naughty child. Bewildered like him, rebellious like him, bitter like him, bright like him, and cute like him. Walking at the crossroads of life, watching time slip away in a hurry, I no longer linger.

The first blooming youth is confused, rebellious, and even more idle.

I listened to Lao Ying’s explanation in boredom. Lao Ying’s spittle shot at every nerve in me like bullets without restraint, and I was in agony. Alas, life is miserable! I always feel that Lao Ying looks like the old nun "Miejie Shitai" in "The Heaven and the Dragon Sword", old and stubborn. My English is like sprouts in a stuffy gourd, lifeless. I looked back at my deskmate, holding a selection of Guo Jingming's novels and chewing on them. When I was moved, I shed a tear or two. I don't like the kind of light tears, which make people feel that they are moaning for no reason, lamenting the hesitation and confusion of youth.

The confused youth has faded, and I have begun to love youth and the little traces left by my life.

In my freshman year of high school, my grades were not good and I was assigned to a regular class. People around me always hang around "good students" and are unwilling to get close to "bad students". Maybe, when others don't approve of you, anything you do seems boring to them. They don't care whether you are right or wrong, and have already labeled you "bad". The head teacher asked me to go out to talk and reminded me not to look out the window but to look at the blackboard. I understood the look in his eyes: "Before the college entrance examination, grades are everything. All the pain of loneliness and blankness is not worth the real score on the test paper." He must be looking down on me.

Then, a person calms down to study, read books, and do questions, repeating it every day, like a fan hanging on the roof, staying there forever in the spring when there is no need for wind. At this time, I fell in love with Jack London's "Love Life", maybe this is my direction. During the mock exam, the miracle of ranking first in the class occurred to me. The eyes of everyone were breathtaking. Maybe they didn't expect that I, an ignorant person, could achieve such amazing results. But at this time, I discovered the value of youth, I found my direction, and I was no longer confused.

My youth is no longer monotonous. It uses firm vows to say goodbye to those who are confused and doubtful!

I will no longer waste my senior year in high school. Time is particularly precious to me. Only then did I realize that more than half of my youth had passed. Fortunately, my confusion and unruliness no longer existed. Now, my youth has left me full of confidence. The college entrance examination is coming soon, and during the countdown time, I work very hard and live a fulfilling life.

Perhaps it is through experience that we understand the preciousness of time. It's time to work hard for your future, and it's time to cherish the little youth time left now.

Youth, she once made us show off and rebel.

Youth, she makes me energetic and beautiful.

Youth, she made me understand the preciousness of time.

Youth, she allows us to move forward with persistent dreams. No matter how big the storm is, we still sing loudly! Composition on Time in the First Grade of Junior High School, Part 7

The calendar is a record of the years and the best witness to the passage of time.

——Inscription

The bright and clear morning light in the early winter morning reveals a cyan color like ice cubes. I woke up from my sleep, tore off a calendar page, and saw that it was January 1, 20xx. Only then did I realize that I had torn away not just one day, but an entire year.

What I tore up was a spring, a quiet "grass and trees" full of surprises like "the garden is full of spring scenery, a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall" and "the wind suddenly blows and wrinkles a pool of spring water" It is known that spring will return soon, and all kinds of red and purple will compete with each other in the beautiful spring. Breeze, catkins, sunshine, quiet and warm. The blue sky, white clouds and orioles are harmonious and lively. The soil, wild flowers, and trees are vibrant and vigorous. Bath in the warm spring breeze, lie on the grass, let your thoughts wander, and let time flow.

What I tore up was a summer, when pomegranate blossoms bloomed red, and the clear lotus spit out green, "the light boat was fragrant in the evening breeze"; mandarin ducks played in the water, white cranes spread their wings, "willow branches swayed to the level of the lake" summer. The clouds dispersed and the setting sun turned red. The sky is filled with rays of sunshine and a cool breeze is blowing. Cicadas chirp among the trees. Under the afterglow of the setting sun, children run wildly and old people chat in rocking chairs. It all looks as beautiful as a silhouette painting.

What I tore off was an autumn, a warm and subtle autumn. Autumn is brilliant, elegant, soft, but not ostentatious. When you see a withered leaf falling from a tree, nostalgically spinning a beautiful arc in the air, being coated with a layer of gold by the sun, and fluttering to the ground, you will realize that autumn has come. The wind at this time seemed to be particularly gentle. It was not public or public, but it carved a unique charm in the silence and stillness.

What I tore off was a winter. On a slightly cold morning, I always want to be an idler, walking in the vast world, wearing a raincoat and a hat, letting the thin snow fall on my shoulders, looking for a plum blossom, and picking the fine snow on the petals. When I get home, I light a small fire in the hall, grab some tea leaves, fry the snow and read the article. Make a pot of tea, hold an ancient book, and think quietly under the bean-like light.

What can be torn off is the calendar but what cannot be torn off are our memories. Composition on the first grade of junior high school, Chapter 8

Flowers will bloom again, and people will never be young again. Time passes by unintentionally. In the blink of an eye, six years of wonderful primary school life passed by in a hurry. I also changed from a naive little baby to a graceful and graceful girl. Inadvertently, I turned around suddenly and realized that time seemed to have legs. Without paying attention, it flew past my eyes with a "swish". In the shade of the trees under the sunshine, I counted silently. More than 4,000 days had escaped from me, but I didn't know it. When I woke up, I was deeply reluctant to let go, and time, the naughty and selfless elf, had rushed away from my regretful heart. Six years has passed like an arrow, not because it passed quickly, but when I realized it, it was like millions of arrows were shooting into my heart. I regretted my dull eyes in class and regretted every minute and second I wasted.

I often want to ask, the swallows pass away in autumn and spring comes, and the willows are full of spring. However, why is our time gone forever? Time, like a veil, is blown away by the breeze; like raindrops, evaporated by the sun, leaving only the memories of yesterday and the care for the past. The day before yesterday is yesterday’s history; yesterday is today’s memory. Every time the sun rises, it is another day. Every time it sets, it is another day. Today is a brand new day, but time is gone forever. Although today is a new day, yesterday's today no longer exists. Is all we can do is linger? Only in a hurry? Do you just lament the passage of time? No, it won't. Time passes, but it gives me a brand new tomorrow, allowing me to have memories of yesterday and memories of the past. It ignites our longing for a new day and gives us the confidence to face everything.

Do you want that naughty little guy of Time to take all your time away? Although time is limited, it is a symbol that inspires us. Let us race against time and make unlimited achievements in limited time!

Time passes by unintentionally, passes by while concentrating, and is forgotten between laughter, but time makes us full of hope for the future. Time flies by and comes again in a hurry. I want to cherish my time like gold. Looking back on my six years of study, my greatest achievement is to know that time does not wait for others. This will benefit me a lot throughout my life. Essay on the First Year of Junior High School Chapter 9

A sweet dream sleeps in the pencil case, opening a Draw a smiling face on a piece of white paper. In such a lazy and quiet afternoon, I sat in front of the window in a daze. The long white clouds drifting by are my mood, and my thoughts go far without even realizing it.

When the bell rang after class, I took out my color brushes and painted a girl holding another girl's hand. She and I walked in the bright afternoon, the sun shining beside me, and I smelled the charming fragrance of green grass. Youth whirled around and suddenly drifted into the distance. You were hanging on the top of a tree, and I was hovering on another tree. I was off the track like this. I still remember ringing your doorbell countless times. After opening the door, Your warm smile makes those days so beautiful and familiar. We watch TV together and chat online. You know all my thoughts. From then on, I decided to keep you in my heart. In those years, the balcony of your house was always printed with scenes of us doing homework together. My eyes wandered and I looked at the scenery outside the window absentmindedly. I said that we should always be like this when we grow up. You nodded and smiled brightly. I still remember the days when I had fights with you and I haven’t forgotten the days when we held hands and went home together. Your hug was so stable when I was sad, and the songs we sang played back and forth in my memory. Thank you for being a good friend of mine. With your comfort, I am no longer lonely. Thank you for letting me know that I have so much.

The scenery of those years was filled with the faint fragrance of gardenias. Our smiling faces when we were together were fixed in the photos posted on our headsets. The childish and cute V-shaped moves were the signature moves of our childhood. Do you still remember that girl who was silly, stupid, and always sentimental? Do you still remember that girl who loved to sing no matter she was happy or sad? Do you still remember that girl who complained to you when she was worried? I always thought that those memories would be reflected in the photos so that I would not forget them. It turns out that after all this time, they are still surging in my heart and warming me. I have always wanted to write something to remember you, but I always had so many thoughts that I couldn’t write. In a quiet corner, I compiled these beautiful things into articles, recorded the pain and joy, and filled them with nostalgia.

In those beautiful times, I wish we would not grow up and continue to run in the colorful and blurred transparent bubble, as innocent as ever, without any change. Those beautiful times, even if I pass by the shadows, I still want to look up and look at the warm sunshine. The memory is always there and will never be forgotten. Those wonderful times, it's a pity that my brush can't paint the colors at that time, otherwise I must draw them into comics and treasure them! Those good times, changing roles, meeting different friends and passing by each other, there is a kind of feeling spreading in my heart, it is called full warmth. Those beautiful times, waiting for the next windy afternoon, we will run together on the track of growth, reliving the happiness that passed by, the skirts flying so high, so high, so beautiful along the way! Composition on the first grade of junior high school, Part 10

It seems that there are a lot of bitterness and bitterness, but with you, it seems that there is a lot of sweetness and happiness. You are my most beautiful scar. ——Inscription

At the door of the pet shop, I hesitated again and again. Watching passers-by step over you without hesitation, I tell myself that you are just a little bit bigger, and a dog cannot be judged by its appearance.

I cautiously stood on tiptoe and slipped past you, but a stone hit your lying toes just as I was about to run away. I looked in your eyes with extreme fear. Seeing a trace of anger, we all jumped up. I was frightened and stood there, staring at you. You yelled at the prankster boy behind you, but you wagged your tail at me, as if you were grinning. I suddenly realized that this seemed like a dream, otherwise it was a miracle. I moved towards you and patted your neck gently, "I still have something to do. I'll see you when I come back, okay?" I picked off a jasmine flower, put it next to your white paws, and gave you a break. Air kisses.

Ten days later, I tried my best to buy you. When I took you home, you seemed to be happy? What's your name? By the way, call her Jasmine.

I let you walk around my room as you please, do somersaults on my bed happily, and gnaw biscuits silly by the bedside, so now you have them in the corner. I'm as sentimental as a fool.

I have always thought you were a stupid guy, and my brother always used your paw to point at your wet nose and say "dumb guy". You stupidly sniffed my cloth shoes and nibbled them gently; you put my socks on your head; you also rolled the crystal ball my classmate gave me for my first birthday like a ball of wool on the floor...

You left stupidly.

Don’t you love me anymore? I sit by the window in grievance and look at your leftover biscuit crumbs. Are they not delicious?

When you walked to the door of the pet store again, it was empty. You didn’t leave even a hair behind, and you walked away cleanly. I sigh, lock up your memory and treasure it.