In our ordinary daily life, we all inevitably have to come into contact with the composition, right? Composition is a method of recounting the significance of a topic through words after human thought consideration and language organization. How to write a good essay? The following is my compilation of the second year essay 10, welcome to learn and reference, I hope to help you.
Junior high school essay Part 1Love, a magical word, looks very ethereal, illusory, in fact, in our lives, love, everywhere.
Love always surfaces unconsciously in life. That time, I happened to go to Taishan District to play, only to see the square, some people are dancing, some children are chasing the game, and some people are walking. Well, it was quite lively here at night. I followed the lights and looked for playmates, but I didn't see one for half a day.
I just walked around aimlessly until I reached the door of the Taishan District No. 1 carport. Just walked to the door a little to the left, "bang" from the upstairs fell a small stone, I agilely avoided the object. "Then there was another rock, which I dodged with great skill. I was so proud of myself that I completely ignored the danger above my head and didn't realize that another small iron bar was falling from the building, only to hear a "thunk" sound, the iron bar smashed right on my head, and then a huge sense of vertigo, making me lose balance instantly, and almost fell to the ground.
Shit, my head hurt, I covered my head with one hand, the other hand instinctively reached into my pocket to pull out my cell phone, to call my mom. In the light from the screen, I realized that my left hand was covered in blood. After wiping my hand clean with paper, my mom hadn't come yet. At this time, came a few small friends of the Huangshan District, simply savior na, they see me like this is also in a shock, rushed to help me to the side to sit down, ask me how I feel, with or without going to the hospital? Also with toilet paper meticulously wipe away the blood on my head, so that they are also stained with blood. Seeing that I wasn't too affected, they decided to send me home first and let the adults decide what to do. After knowing the address of my grandpa's house, they helped me until they got me to my grandpa's house. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to do a lot more than that!
This experience, let me y appreciate the care between people, perhaps not familiar with each other, but in the event that you encounter difficulties, there will always be some people silently, selflessly to help you, do not want to return, perhaps, this is love!
Love, in fact, like the sunshine, air and water around us, everywhere! So that our hearts are connected, so that the world is no longer alone, so that life is full of true, good, beautiful flowers.
Let's work together to make the world full of love!
I don't know how many times I've hit the wall, how many times I've fallen, and I've only realized your pain, and I've only awakened to the fact that life is hard. Recently, the school season is coming again, the inner restlessness and reluctance, once again and you collided with the sparks. Forgive me for my ignorance and no long heart, I can never remember those I thought the unpleasant past - our upset.
In fact, the depths of my heart, I respect you, when I was a child, you are my starry sky, I thought you can not be explored; grown up, you are my sports car, through the boundless wilderness; and now, these are not, you have always been a two-thirds of the passion of life, y in love with me. Even though we've had our differences, I've harbored misgivings about you, I've hurt you with my rebellion, I'm sure you're still devoted to me. Isn't that right?
Maybe you also how much how much hope I can, can understand you as soon as possible, hope I can, not waste time. So, you are always broken to me, oh, perhaps in your point of view you think you say has been very little ah, after all, we get together too short, too far apart.
It is said that in the relationship between love and marriage, the impact of the family of origin has been widely known, no matter how much importance is not too much. The relationship between the father and his daughter, among others, determines the happiness of the daughter's life. I thank you for the happy family that will be my treasure for the rest of my life. I think the image of a father as a child and a father as an adult are often at odds. Growing older enriches our experience and allows us to look at our father, the enigmatic man, from more perspectives. Once I wanted to find a man like you, but then I realized that personality can not be duplicated, just as life can not start over.
I have tried countless times to analyze your heart, even after reading the psychology of the disabled, but also can not analyze the deeper level of your toughness. What makes you young mind, ignoring the healthy children of the same generation of your ridicule; what makes you stick down the pain of multiple orthopedic surgery, the torment of the broken bones and tendons; and what can make you proud of today, to do something of their own career. You are a man with your own ideals, although you once gave up your dream of art for the sake of your family, and you once said that in your later years, you wanted to practice your beloved calligraphy and pick up the paintbrush that you had lost in the vast years. Even though I reminded your body countless times, you were still overdrawing your life. But I just wanted you to be able to enjoy a few more years in your old age.
I have countless times secretly hated myself, if it is a boy, you will not bear so much life labor, which is probably related to my early self-reliance, so the family gave me a lot of exercise a lot. Out of such a family, I have never regretted, all you give me everything, are wealth.
I know that even if I try harder, it is difficult to reach the other side of your heart. It belongs to the different growth experience, produced our gap. I'm a lot happier than you are. I was 21 years old, there is still a father, and can guide my life course of the father. But please wait for my stupidity, so that I can be closer to your heart, understand your deep love, understand your obsession with life.
The second year of composition Part 3Spring is back, the field of rape flowers densely open, swaying golden figure, rendering a vast expanse of fragrant land and my dreams. The sun red face whisked away the winter gloomy silk mist, far away, and show in front of my eyes.
On every day that is clear and too lonely, I really want to go out and run to the faraway places!
I live in this little part of the world and am soaked in the customs here, but there are also places to go in this little town that I have not yet appreciated. I knocked on the window and wished I had stepped on the road, every road! Even if it doesn't lead to Rome.
I think I need to get out and see, to be really far away, to really see! Instead of being pulled by others to see all kinds of "magnificent" buildings, in the imagination of others to "appreciate" the strange mountains and rocks, in the story of others to walk through those tasteless halls, and do not want to appear in all kinds of pretense in the flash of the camera!
I long for the faraway places, because it can give me an unprecedented magnificent adventure, because it will bring novel or beautiful or painful experience, because it will make me have a new understanding, help me make the right choice at the fork in the road of life.
In every night trapped by the collinear theorem, when the difficult graphs wrapped around the mind, I would spread out a book, I longed to spread out a book! It will gently ease its way through my hands and lead me to run away.
Every character between the lines told me something different, unfolding to me a picture of their life, either happy or sad. They took me far away, running!
Xiao Hong led me to the cold and bustling Hulan River City when I was a child, making me feel the sad fate of every little person; Bing Xin carried a small orange lamp to bring me to meet the victory of the war in 1945, and to experience the people's sweet and sour and sadness and joy in this wave of struggle; Cui Cui held up the ferry to talk to me about the hustle and bustle of the Dragon Boat Festival, and the sweetness of the night hidden between the smiles, and listen to the Vermilion Bird with her, which is the most important thing to me. And she listened to the song of the vermilion bird, but looking at this picturesque border town and her slender eyebrows, I am quite sentimental ......
I really long for the faraway places, because it makes me appreciate a different life, it makes me not stick to a life, it sublimates my spirit.
Yes, body and soul, there is always one to run to the faraway place!
Life is like a journey, all the people are on the same train, this train in each station will be on the car, someone off, that got off the car is not to give up, not do not want to stay, but again on a train to the other two unselected road.
My life is not all smooth, but full of thorns, and all of this did not break my persistent dream, and did not let me stop, but let me full of unlimited power, so that life is the life I want.
The most fortunate thing in my life is that I met my classmates, met my teachers, they appeared in my most beautiful youthful time, they have the same persistent dream with me, they have the same youth with me, the same years, they are with me from the youth to maturity, their love has a different magic, attracted me, their love interpretation of the true love of the world, their love! Not with gorgeous language, their love is not just with the mouth to say, but the world's most simple language, is the most sincere friendship, is the longest companion.
Life is bright and brilliant, more frustration and courage. Frustration will also let us encounter annoying things, but we only thorny, the frustration one by one to defeat, so that our life is full of challenges, there are challenges we can have power.
The young mind, carefree as a child, full of passionate teenagers, with the most beautiful youth now, hard-working students, adults, this level of steps need to be down-to-earth step by step to realize our brilliant life.
Brilliant life is not everyone has, but a brilliant life will belong to the persistent efforts of down-to-earth dreamers, school teachers, classmates to accompany us, we are not alone, parents at home, siblings, accompanied by our parents, we will not be alone, growing up on the road more accompanied by their peers.
Parents in order to create better conditions for us, life is always on the move, their only hope is that we study well, not in vain, even if we do not think of our parents should also think of ourselves.
The history of the record is the splendor of others, and we have to use efforts to rewrite their own lives.
Looking at the junior seniors are about to enter high school, to go to a good high school to work hard. Their brilliant life is about to open, we bless them hope they are brilliant, hope they take off. Senior cheer, wuzhong will win.
In order to dream, in order to brilliant life, for their own efforts!
The second year of composition Part 5
"Passing away, do not give up day and night"
The first sentence on the flip of his diary, I can not help but feel a sense of emotion:
Time passes really fast!
So fast that we don't even feel its existence ever.
Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow are the final exams, after the exams, and then after a summer vacation, we are the students who will soon be in the second year of junior high school. How about the life of the second year of junior high school? Will it be as happy as it once was? Will the subjects become simpler or easier? This will always be like a lock, only waiting for the beginning of the school this key to open it. Lying on the table, I closed my eyes and thought back to those times since the second year of school. All of a sudden, many good memories, like the tide that is about to come crashing down on me.
Those times when we went on spring and fall trips together, those times when we shouted for our own class athletes in the sports meeting together, those times when we fought together and had occasional arguments, those times when we studied in the classroom ...... so many times, in my mind, like playing a movie. Played once and then passed away. What once happened . How wonderful the times were, and now they are all framed. Like photographs. Those unpleasant, in my eyes, are also good times now.
Wait until after the final exams, a few days later, is my 14th birthday At this time, I am telling myself, I have been a junior high school students, a mature school sister, no longer the little girl as a child touting parents to ask for candy can not be asked to cry. And we will all be that future soon-to-be mature self. No one will predict the later self only fate knows, because it is the controller of this world, omnipotent. As Yingzi said in Daddy's Flowers Have Fallen, I am no longer a child.
If we wait for many years and then look back, will they become that best of us? Time is like water, in the gap between your fingers slowly flow through, you do not even feel its existence at all. I heard that the child's parents are always working outside, the child has always been taken care of by the grandfather, this year the child reads the elementary school, the grandparents and grandchildren rented to my house across the door, because we are very close to the school.
Grandpa is about seventy years old, and his face is full of the marks of the past, but his face is more like a pair of eyes. First-grade children do not write a lot of homework, but what the handbook ah, small handmade ah and so on is always constant, sometimes grandpa can not handle it will come to knock on the door of my house, let me help, that modest strength as if I was a teacher, and he is a student.
Recently, I have been hearing "a--o--e" from the other side of the room, which is strange.
On Saturday, I was at home doing my homework when the old grandpa across the street came to see me again. It turned out that his grandson was very competitive and wrote a good essay in class, and the teacher asked his parents to send him an electronic copy of the essay. The teacher asked the parents to send him an electronic copy of the essay. However, the old grandpa didn't know how to use pinyin and wanted me to teach him pinyin so that he could use the computer to type. Oh, no wonder I kept hearing him reading pinyin the other day!
"Grandpa, don't bother, I'll just type up your composition for you." I said enthusiastically.
"Silly child, this can not be, you usually study is also quite busy, how do you have time, besides, this is not a one-time help, by the time, my family Hao Hao may have other compositions to be typed, can not always trouble you, right, if I learn it by myself, in the future, it will save energy."
When I thought about it, it made sense, so I patiently taught my grandfather the basic spelling of pinyin, and he learned it very carefully, and he got it right away, and in no time, he was able to use pinyin to type on the computer. Although it is very slow, but finally can type.
After typing the electronic script, Grandpa read the pinyin again. He told me that his Mandarin was not standardized, and every time he gave his little grandson a dictation, there were a lot of words that his grandson didn't understand, and that's why he came up with the idea of learning pinyin, which he felt brought him a lot of fun and made him closer to his grandson. He told me with confidence that he would learn pinyin well.
Looking at his grandfather's seriousness, I suddenly understood why his grandson was so good at learning, it must be his thirst for knowledge that impressed him and made him so good.
Dear Dad:
Hello!
You comforted me when I was sad! You took care of me when I was sick.
I remember last summer vacation, because my mother was on a temporary business trip, originally scheduled to return home to the family of three became my father and I two people father has always been a little less talkative, I always think he is dull, and I think it is not interesting to go out with him.
When it gets dark, I get bored and lie down to sleep. In the middle of the night, I turned over and realized that my father was coming, and because I didn't want to talk to him, I pretended to leave quietly.
I suddenly felt regret: why did I do that?
At this time, the two travelers in the lower bunk whispered, "This father is so nice, I do not know how many times a night to come." I suddenly realized that a warm feeling came to my heart.
I tossed and turned and couldn't help but want to see my father. So, I climbed out of bed, to the hard seat compartment, pushed open the door of the compartment, a hot and pungent flavor of the airflow came. I rubbed my eyes, looking from seat to seat, finally in the last row looked at his father he hung his head, huddled in the seat, covered only with an old coat.
"Why don't you sleep! Not heart cold!" My father realized I was coming and stood up and said to me, "Go to sleep! Don't catch a cold!" I hurriedly turned around! Tears fell involuntarily ......
I wish you good health and all the best.
Your son: XX
Junior high school essay Part 8Autumn is over, winter is coming; I like autumn. The wind of autumn, the rain of autumn, the silence of autumn, the sadness and desolation of autumn. Autumn is the season that makes people miss, autumn is the symbol of loneliness, autumn is the portrayal of vicissitudes, coldness, despondency and melancholy. Song Yu said: "Woe, autumn is the air! Sorrowful Ruoxi grass and trees shaking down and become decline, the big corn Ruoxi if in the far away".
The soughing autumn wind will soothe the eyes full of thoughts, pattering autumn rain will be entangled in the state of mind, Xiaoxiao autumn leaves show all the life of the prosperity of the end of see the simple beauty of the realm of the autumn night, the bright moon will let a person add a kind of forever waiting and watching; empty, silent, soft and hazy starry sky filled with a light sadness, different people with different experiences with different ways to savor.
A gust of cold wind swings out of the fall of the people's senses and sight, looking at the piece of falling leaves, think of that "thousands of leaves, thousands of voices are hate," the verse suddenly feel the most appropriate for this scene. After lamenting, recalling the simplicity and solemnity of the fall and generosity, a kind of winter resentment and helplessness overflowed the whole heart.
Autumn has quietly left, replaced by winter can not let me forget the fall brought unlimited reverie and expectations, but with her footsteps and let me feel the desolation of the world. It can be said: "The world a big dream, life a few degrees of autumn."
Autumn has disappeared, lonely heart a little desperate. Leaves and trees separated from the bleak scene so that the forgotten past and all presented in front of us, open the floodgates of memory, oh! Buried in the face of the fall is still so dashing and handsome - with the autumn blend, imagery pottery.
Autumn like running water, water to go no return, want to stay but can do nothing but sigh! Every sigh with tears of despair, every tear with the fall of love.
Stay, inexplicably stay, in the end stay what? Oh! Just because the beautiful dream of a lifetime happened in the fall and ended in the fall.
I have seen many hands, jade-like flawless, flower-like delicate, steel-like hard. But in my heart, they are not as perfect as grandfather's ancient pine-like pale hands.
When I was a child, I often pulled my grandfather's hand, so that my grandfather's big hand wrapped my small hand, not as soft and comfortable as cotton, but some like steel, but not steel, the temperature of the hands, has been warm to the bottom of the heart. I vaguely remember when I like to observe the grandfather's hands, rough abdomen, is solid callus, afraid of growing a few layers, otherwise it is difficult to have this hard; palm of the hand is a deep vein, the color of the vein is close to the color of the earth, deep, pale; some of the nails are cracked, look carefully to find that the nails are not the general thick, and now think of it, suddenly think of the cause of this thick nails or similar to the pearl from the pain in the accumulation of vicissitudes little by little. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm sure you're going to be able to get a good look at this.
I often feel that my grandfather is connected to the soil. I always think of my grandfather's hands as the bark or roots of an ancient tree. Perhaps he is an ancient pine, or else he could have stood up and supported his family with a body that was not too tall or too strong. Every time I see the old pine tree with me growing up, I always have to touch the rough bark, look at the grandfather and then look at the old pine tree, I do not know if it is a person like a tree, or a tree like a person.
The dark palms, deep veins, through the wind and rain of a pair of hands, interpretation of another kind of perfection.
All the years of the Mid-Autumn Festival is the moon in the sky. Sitting in the Pavilion Garden, remembering the Chang'e in the Guanghan Palace, and then a haze in front of me, there seems to be a silhouette, white silk floating to the moon, beautiful and lonely. There is an old poem that says: "Raise a cup to invite the moon, and the shadow becomes three people. The moon has never been the main stage of this festival, yet what if there is no more bright moon?
This Mid-Autumn Festival, as agreed, are unannounced out of the barbecue grill, for the evening barbecue feast to make full preparations, waiting for the person's advent.
The second father and the father always like to tussle with whether to use an electric stove barbecue or charcoal barbecue, and how much mutton to put on a stick? Everyone would be so solemn, not only because of the Mid-Autumn Festival, but also because this day is the aunt's birthday. The first time I saw this was when I was a little girl, and it was the first time I'd ever seen a girl who was a little girl.
The evening came, and a heavy rain that caught us unawares disrupted our plans to enjoy the moon. The rain was sudden and short-lived, and the low puddles were about to dissipate before they formed, and the moon had not yet appeared in the sky, eliminating the possibility of enjoying it. Pulled out a bitter smile, the heart of the enthusiasm suddenly doused most of the. Looking at the gray sky, the mood also seems to have become gray. Recall last year's Mid-Autumn Festival, father and mother, grandparents, and the second master of a large family, sitting around the courtyard, listening to a small aunt playing the pipa language, mouth eating two father and aunt baked food, to the satisfaction of the time, will look up and look at the sky of the moon, lying in the soft halo, so beautiful that even with the breeze has a intoxicating sweetness. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and you'll be able to do that.
The night is hazy, all the lights, the blazing fire burning, the flavor instantly erupted, thick with a spicy flavor. There is a word: this year's flower is better than last year's red. Have to admit, aunt's handiwork has really improved, chicken wings due to the occasional fire sparkling, so that the outer skin crispy, tender inside. A bite spewed out tangy juice, and even the sound of ka-boom ka-boom, the chicken melts in your mouth, while the right marinade makes the meat full and rich, so tasty that people want to swallow their tongues. I was in the mood for a roller coaster ride with the tender chicken, going up into the clouds and down into the valley. I ate as much as I could, completely forgetting my unhappiness. Wandering in my culinary world, got idle, but the heart is thinking: fortunately the moon did not appear, if it appeared, will not abandon the unappetizing gesture to turn around and grab chicken wings with me? Jokingly said out the words in his heart, the crowd listened to the laughter. This breeze blowing gently, has been blowing that fragrance up to the nine heavens and nine towns, blowing up to the lonely Guanghan Palace, blowing to that hidden in the clouds behind the bright moon.
The bright moon is a time to ask for the sky, this bright moon is a time to ask for the sky, this bright moon is a time to ask for the sky, this bright moon is a time to ask for the sky. And now, we should focus on is not the moon in the sky, but the family reunion, may every year have today, year after year have this day.