In our daily study, work and life, we have all written essays, surely we are familiar with all kinds of essays, essays are a narrative method to express the meaning of a topic through words. I believe that writing essays is a problem that gives many people a headache, the following is my collection of 5 junior writing essays, just for reference, I hope it can help you.
junior writing composition Part 1The sentimental dusk, stretching out a pair of small, thin hands, gently pull open the curtain of the night, the full moon in the sky will take the stage. The silver-white moon, like the eyes of a sentimental little girl, looking down on the earth.
The moon gradually rose, the wind whistled and floated out beautiful music, and some unknown insects on both sides of the river bank were also playing songs. The breeze blew the small trees, the moon looked at the shadow of the small trees, graceful, the trees flung their long hair, it is really nature in a ball. All of a sudden, the moon in the river did not know where to go, oh! It turned into a piece of broken silver, a ripple, has been floating to the other side of the river. The river, however, under the light of the moon, also looks so quiet.
After a while, the moon in the river came back. It was so hard to tell whether the moon in the sky had fallen into the water, or whether the moon in the water was hanging in the sky.
The wind did not blow, the insects did not scream, and the distant boat whistle did not sound, it was a quiet night!
At this time, I do not know where flew three night birds, one with the moon in its mouth, one with the stars in its mouth, and slipped away in the night, while the remaining one, with the sun in its mouth, was flying from the east -
The wind began to sing again, and the insects began to blow, and the musicians of nature each showed off his own Throat, sometimes bold, sometimes euphemistic, without realizing it, brought me into a beautiful world again.
The first day of the year is the first day of the year that we will be able to go back to our home town, where we will be able to go back to our home town, where we will be able to go back to our home town, where we will be able to go back to our home town, where we will be able to go back to our home town, where we will be able to go back to our home town, where we will be able to go back to our home town.
Just stepped into the door, the first to meet the eye is a stone paved path, the path on both sides of the lush green bamboo. Unlike the small bamboos we usually see, they are very thick and tall, like an Optimus Prime going straight to the sky.
We strolled along the mountain path with the influx of people, listening to the murmuring water while enjoying the charming scenery around us. Walked halfway up the mountainside, a very large lake presented in front of me, the lake is crystal clear, can clearly see the bottom of the lake water plants; lake surface sparkling, as a large mirror, so named Mirror Lake. The only regret is not able to see the rare animals in the lake - peach blossom jellyfish.
The top of Jade Lady Peak was so far out of reach that we decided to take the cable car up. As the cable car continues to climb, looking around, a vast expanse of pale, more and more bamboo waves rushing, with the vigor of the momentum, pouring and the world, into an ocean. At this time I realized that the bamboo sea in the high place to see, the feeling is completely different ', ten thousand hectares of bamboo with the rolling hills, that kind of vastness to bring the impact of people, from the visual straight to the bottom of the heart. When the wind rises, the soft bamboo leaves swaying up, really like a surge of magnificent.
To the top of the mountain, a burst of bamboo fragrance, savor, this bamboo fragrance is also mixed with some of the earth's fragrance, I took a deep breath, I feel very comfortable, can not help but shout: "so comfortable ah!" Mom also marveled: "really a natural oxygen field it!"
At this moment, I climbed the peak, although the cold wind blew shivering, but my heart is hot, because I climbed "the first peak of Southern Jiangsu!"
Throughout history, how many writers and artists have set foot in the brilliant "Pearl of the Orient", and how many travelers have searched for Zhuzhou fertile land on the charming scenery, and in this beads compete, prosperous Huaji, there is a Ningxia people's "Gray Pearl" stand out. The "Gray Pearl" of the Ningxia people stood out.
And I am now, is surrounded by buildings on all sides, overlooking the clouds, standing in the "gray Pearl" on the central axis, eyes closed tightly, soulful, by the three magnificent very Hui ethnic culture of the building was enveloped. Suddenly, a kind of ancient color and smell of thick ink promenade flavor came to me. I snapped my eyes open, and the picture presented in front of me was heavenly. I felt half dreaming and half waking up, as if floating in the air, but also seems to be wandering in the reality of the beauty of the scenery. I held my breath as a gray building stood in Crescent Square. All of a sudden, the sun burst out of the golden light, the deep blue dome blue extreme, I was in the blinding sunlight, just about to hear a few soughing wind, the heart was born of a sense of wind and bright section, and the gray and white of the two museums and a center of the very hometown culture of the sculpture compared to the backdrop, the formation of a smooth lines of the ink painting. I can not help but think of the Zhouzhuang water rhyme, it is also a great beauty of Jiangnan, just no abundant rain embellishments, and can not be with the Zhouzhuang remote mood, intriguing interest compared to the more solemn and elegant, the rules of the square and round, rustic and not lose elegance. It can not be comparable with the Forbidden City in Beijing, but its interior is also extremely exquisite, it seems to have a different flavor with the two centers in Fujian Province.
I tramp, want time to stay in this moment, into the hometown culture and art museum, I brightened up, seemingly rustic and simple building turned out to be the deep motivation is sharp. I can't help but blurt out, "What a magnificent, majestic cultural park." Hall gable wall on the rolling Yellow River attack rolled the loess, the Yellow River with its rough Xieng Khouang and wild waves fed our children of Ningxia. Those crisscrossing loess plateau piled up with gold leaf color is very Western style. Look more closely, I gently caress the eaves wall, it is thick and rough, ingenious, I can only marvel at. This exquisite artisanal mind is really original, so people have to clap their hands. This ancient color, carved beams and paintings of the big colorful wall is really beautiful. I think at this time with Li Bai's "will enter the wine" in the "you do not see the Yellow River water from the sky, running to the sea never return". This poem to salute to complement each other. Straight to the depths, different forms of ancient fossils weathered century is really amazing. I slowly walked up to the second floor, overlooking the bottom of the building, the beauty of the view. Heroic style, generous indignation full of heroes list fascinated me; far away from the historical screen, return to the early 1930s the Red Army that threw his head, sprinkle blood of the revolutionary sentiment ......
"Gray Pearl" I have not seen such a great flavor of the name, the name of the "Gray Pearl", the name of the "Gray Pearl", the name of the "Gray Pearl", the name of the "Gray Pearl", the name of the "Gray Pearl". I've never seen such a flavorful name before, who's the one who made such a beautiful name for you?
Autumn is hanging on the eaves of the ancient temple of the wind chimes ......
Autumn wind
Autumn wind is light, is lingering, is glycol, such as gurgling spring water as light, such as thick out of the coffee as lingering, such as a long time out of the seal of the grain of the wine as glycol. Autumn wind is everywhere, such as fireflies like flying in the hazy shade, such as fragrance like floating in the branches of the autumn leaves, such as reed flute like scattered in the quiet moonlit night. In the silk, such as fog, such as strands of the autumn wind, I raised my head, a bend of the moon in the autumn wind flow ......
Autumn Moon
In the late night, the bend of the flow of the autumn moon is full of love, rubbing my long closed heart. It is the harbor where I moored my soul when I was studying in a foreign country. The pure blue wave in the heart, like the silent eyes of love, gazing at the boat of life that is about to sail away. With it, the boat of life has power, and eventually sailed to the other side of the shore of the success of that intoxicated me. I was immersed in the dream of the autumn moon, a shooting star broke through the tranquility of the night sky, is that a little rain?
Autumn rain
"Which can fine rain new autumn night, a little residual light with the night long". Listening to the rain on an autumn night, there is always an indescribable subtlety. When the lights are out, the rain is lingering, listen carefully: the rain is like a poem, I am wandering in the poem; the rain is like a painting, I am wandering in the painting; the rain is like a dream, I am intoxicated in the dream. It is the autumn rain that makes me bathe in the thoughts of affection, it is the autumn rain that makes me nourish in the nectar of friendship, it is the autumn rain that makes me immersed in the longing of dreaming ......
The wind blew, the wind chimes sent番番思语 ......
The fall of the The hometown, just like the wind chimes hanging on the eaves of the ancient temple, always let the people away from home soul haunting!
Junior high school writing essay Part 5
In my house, there is a huge cross-stitch work, Qingming Shanghe Tu, 6 meters 3 long, anyone will be shocked by it, it is so realistic, every wall every boat, every tree, and even every person, the face of the most prosperous section of a bridge, full of people, very lively, and the people who look at the painting is also infected, it seems to hear those shouting and selling. Bargaining sound ......
You must be curious, such a perfect work from which famous hand, in fact, this is my grandmother's work.
Two years ago, Grandma got hooked on cross stitching and after embroidering several centerpieces, she decided to start embroidering this masterpiece.
Grandma is really a superhero, every day, get up, do a good job of breakfast sitting in front of the embroidery frame, wearing a pair of presbyopia glasses, holding a book to count the grid, the mouth silently counting "1, 2, 3, 4 ......" and then take out the thread, with the mouth to sip the thread, and slowly through the needle, Grandma threading the needle is always a hundred percent, the needle is always a hundred percent. Grandma always hit every shot, even without her glasses. Because the line is longer, the hand should be stretched out straight and farther, and then retracted, and then stretched forward, as if it were a dance movement in general, the lamp scattered light right on the grandmother, like a spotlight in general, grandmother is in the stage performance, and very successful.
A sit is to sit all day, whenever I come home, Grandma always smiled at me and said, "Come and see, I embroidered what!" "Haha, I repaired a boat this day", "I built another wall", after boasting, and then asked me what I built today?
Grandma once said to me: you go to school and I embroidered cross stitch is the same, it is impossible to finish in a short time, you have to take your time, every day with the best state, try not to make a mistake, don't panic if you make a mistake, you can still save it, so that you can embroider a good picture ah!
I think my grandmother is very smart, although she did not read a few years, but what she said makes sense, life is like embroidery cloth, each person is a blank slate, some people are diligent and hard work, can be embroidered into a masterpiece, while some people, but embroidered and messy and difficult to look at a piece of, in fact, the difference is the formation of the day after tomorrow.