In our ordinary daily life, we have all dealt with composition. Composition is a narrative method that expresses the meaning of a theme through words through human thought consideration and language organization. So the question is, how to write an excellent essay? The following are the excellent compositions I have collected for you to praise you for the first grade of junior high school. You are welcome to read them. I hope you will like them. Thumbs up for your excellent composition for the first grade of junior high school 1
Five thousand years of history, in the blink of an eye. I know that you don’t exist to answer to anyone, and I know that your actions are not to get likes from anyone, but you really make me admire you.
There is lively singing and dancing, and the sounds of dogs and horses. You came with desolation, but you never thought that this scene would come into view. When the Tang Dynasty is about to decline, you are worried, anxious, and sleepless at night, but the people of the world are still intoxicated, singing and dancing. Your anger and anguish turned into a sarcastic smile, and you wrote "Business girls don't know the hatred of the country's subjugation, but they still sing in the backyard across the river" to criticize the insensitive people. The bustle of troubled times comes from superstition, and the only comfort for a fool is self-deception. But you stood up without hesitation and clearly told the truth. I applaud you, Du Mu.
Artillery fire was flying, and the people were in dire straits. When the country was in danger, you chose to abandon medicine and pursue literature, and picked up a pen to fight. You used a small pen to awaken the soul of the nation. When everyone did not know the way forward, you used your pen to light up the lights in people's hearts. Your thoughts spread to every corner of the world and inspired countless people. The patriotism and the desire to serve the country in the hearts of new young people. "You have a cold eyebrow and a thousand fingers, but you bow your head and are willing to be a bully", this is your portrayal. I applaud you, Lu Xun.
Thousands of noises are ultimately dull. On Yuyuan Road in Shanghai, there is an inconspicuous supermarket. This is a supermarket that has everything, and it is also a supermarket that has nothing. All food and daily necessities are empty, and the more they sell, the more they lose. In this information-based world, where things are numerous and diverse, Xu Zhen Supermarket is different from ordinary stores. What you sell is art and thinking. When many people are addicted to high technology, your supermarket is like a reflection on the consumer society. How to fill the void requires everyone to think for themselves. I applaud you, Xu Zhen.
Throughout the ages, in every era, there are always some people who look at the world with a prophetic eye. Everyone was drunk, but he was the only one who was awake. Although the power is small, it affects us in a subtle way with precognitive actions. I like you, for you! Like you Excellent composition for the first grade of junior high school 2
In daily life, it is popular for everyone to use WeChat to post in Moments to like each other. Today, I would like to give a thumbs up to a cleaner in our community.
He is an old man about 60 years old, short, thin, with a slight hunchback, and his dark skin is as dry as tree bark in winter. He always likes to wear a long greasy gray coat and a pair of old rain boots. No matter it is midsummer or severe winter, he will come on time every morning to clean up the garbage in our community. The old man held a broom in one hand and a dustpan in the other. He waved his tools rhythmically and kept calling everyone to send the garbage to the trash can.
I remember that on a hot summer day, when every household was hiding at home and blowing on the air conditioner, my mother reluctantly called me out to take out the trash. Just when I finished taking out the trash and was eager to go home to escape the heat wave, I suddenly found my grandfather squatting in the corner, struggling to hold something. I took a closer look and saw that there were several bags of garbage between the two walls. Since the distance between the cracks in the walls is only about 10 centimeters, the wall is high and the pit is deep, making it impossible for people to get in and a broom cannot reach it. I stepped forward and took a look. Maybe it took too long to throw it in. The garbage bag was broken and the garbage was flying everywhere. But the old man knelt on the ground and struggled to reach in and dig out the garbage bit by bit.
Looking at the old man sweating profusely, I was shocked. Flies and insects kept flying around, and there was a stench from the cracks in the wall. I persuaded the old man not to do it, but the old man still worked hard and said: "If you don't do it, the first floor will be destroyed." The residents will smell the stench!" The rolling heat waves rushed towards me one after another, but the old man was always silently kneeling on the ground fighting with the garbage.
After a lot of effort, he finally dug out all the garbage.
I can’t forget the old grandfather’s back kneeling between the cracks in the wall. In my memory, he looks so tall. It is this old man who is not afraid of being dirty or tired every day. He carries away the mountains of garbage in our community and gives us a clean environment. Here, I want to say to the old man: You have worked hard! I want to give you a thumbs up! Thumbs up for you Excellent composition for the first grade of junior high school 3
The sky in winter is dim and gloomy. The clouds looked extremely thick, and no sunlight could penetrate. The cold wind howled, blowing away the only trace of warmth from the human body.
But the station seemed not to be affected by the weather at all. It was still crowded with people waiting for the train, and it was still noisy. Various sounds were mixed together, including the women beside them discussing trivial matters in daily life, the sound of someone talking on the phone, and one voice that stood out among all the other sounds - someone loudly complained about the arrival of the bus in vulgar language. Late. I frowned, and following the voice, I saw a middle-aged man, with dirty clothes and muddy trousers, squeezing in the crowd. I couldn't help but curl my lips.
Before the bus came, I was chatting and looking around, when a rickety figure in the crowd attracted me. It was a ragged, skinny old woman. From a distance, one could only see her back, which was weighed down by the burden of life, and the bulging sack she was holding tightly. I thought to myself: There should be an empty bottle in there for her to survive.
At this time, the crowd suddenly became excited for a while - a bus came towards us leisurely. Just when it was about to arrive, almost everyone rushed to the bus like a tide, fearing that they would be left behind. The huge crowd pushed me to the ground and I couldn't stand up for a long time. Suddenly, a strong hand helped me up. I was about to thank him, but found that there was no one in front of me. Turning around, it was the person who complained loudly about the bus being late. He was carefully lifting up the old woman who had fallen to the ground.
I was like a thunderbolt, looking at them in surprise. The uncle concentrated on picking up the empty bottles scattered on the ground, put them into the bag one by one, tied the mouth of the bag carefully, and handed it to the old lady. I couldn't hear clearly what the old lady said, but I could vaguely see tears shining in her eyes.
My heart is like a lake where a stone has been dropped, and I cannot calm down for a long time. I just vaguely remember that the thick clouds suddenly dispersed, and the sun shone on everyone, so warm and bright. Thumbs up for your excellent composition 4 for the first grade of junior high school
Spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums, summer lotuses and winter plums, these are the beautiful fragrances given by nature to the seasons; the spring breeze combs the willows, and the night rain moistens the flowers, this is the nourishment of nature The heavenly charm of all things, the apricot blossoms in spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and the horses in the autumn wind in the north. This is a beautiful and poetic chapter of nature. I praise you for the poems!
In the prosperous age of the Tang Dynasty, the atmosphere was open, and the poems that have been handed down are like the same. Every pearl. As you read it, each capital is like a blooming peony, bold and gorgeous. Since the Song Dynasty, lyrics have been popular, and Song lyrics are like the drizzle of pear blossoms, more delicate and gentle.
Jingzhe Grain Rain, Begonias are filled with red dust for three lifetimes. "The sound of firecrackers eliminates one year old, and the spring breeze brings warmth to Tusu." The New Year's bell has rang. I came to the door of the small woodshed and looked at the "spring scenery in the garden." Can't shut it down, a red apricot comes out of the wall." The beautiful scenery on the lower right hand side is "The wild flowers are gradually charming the eyes, and only Asakusa has no horse hooves." The spring of vitality, the singing of orioles and the dancing of swallows.
In the summer solstice, the awns grow, and the fragrance of lotus rocks the boat for ten miles. Looking into the distance, "The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red." Looking closer, "The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and dragonflies have already stood on it." Looking up, "There is an occasional sunrise in the southeast, shining on me." Qin’s House. “It’s a hot summer and I’m sweating profusely.
The autumnal equinox brings frost, and the fragrant osmanthus and chrysanthemum bloom. Staring affectionately at "the setting clouds and solitary swans flying together, the autumn water is the same color as the sky." Walking on the forest path, "stop and sit in love with the maple forest at night, the frost leaves are as red as the February flowers", pick a chrysanthemum, and sigh "Autumn chrysanthemums" There is beauty, and the dew is shining on the flowers. "The autumn harvest is full of fruits."
The light snow is cold, and the camellia trees are enjoying the snow.
"Heavy snow weighed down the green pines around me, and the green pines were tall and straight." Then look at the branches of plum blossoms in the corner. Ling Han was blooming alone. Winter, thousands of miles of snowy scenery.
This is poetry - heartfelt, uninhibited, unconventional, fun and enterprising. I praise the poetry! I praise you for your excellent composition in the first grade of junior high school 5 <. /p>
Early in the morning, I was walking on a path shrouded in morning mist. The green trees were looming in the milky white mist. I could hear the clear chirping of birds but I didn’t know where they were... Suddenly, I felt hungry. I stopped admiring the picturesque scenery, and instead thought about how to satisfy my hunger.
Finally, I sat down at the entrance of a simple breakfast shop. There are several large umbrellas in the open space, and there are several tables and benches under the umbrellas. The door is full of kitchen utensils, and the breakfast cook is working hard behind a pan. Looking around, almost all the people are standing there. The benches were all occupied, and there was a person sitting at one end of the only bench. I took a closer look and saw that his messy and shiny hair was mixed with some magazines. It was obvious that it had not been combed for a long time, and he was wearing a uniform. A pair of blue overalls, covered with white unknown objects, and a pair of green camouflage pants, which were also covered with unknown objects like the top, and paired with a pair of military shoes. The clothes he gave me were not only tasteless but also very sloppy. The first impression was that he was a migrant worker, an uneducated "rough man".
I subconsciously sat a little further away from him. After all, I am an educated and educated person, how could I do that. How about sitting with such a "rough man"?
I sat down at the other end of the bench, and he was holding a bowl of breakfast and gobbling it down. I looked at him with disdain. I thought to myself: I really don’t care about my image, I’m really a rough guy. I ordered breakfast and ate it slowly.
He finished his meal and paid the bill. The moment before he stood up, he whispered: 'Sit tight!' I didn't realize what was going on for a moment, but my feet still subconsciously supported the ground. He stood up suddenly, and the center of gravity of the bench shifted. I almost fell over. Fortunately, he reminded me and I was prepared so that I wouldn't make a fool of myself.
I came back to my senses and turned around to see his retreating figure vaguely visible in the thick fog. . The scenery is still beautiful, but I have no intention of enjoying it anymore. At this moment, my heart is filled with guilt.