In daily life or work and study, you always inevitably have to contact or use essay, right? Essay is a way of narrative in which people express the relevant knowledge, experience and ideas stored

In daily life or work and study, you always inevitably have to contact or use essay, right? Essay is a way of narrative in which people express the relevant knowledge, experience and ideas stored in their memory in written form. In order to make it easier and more convenient for you to write essays, the following is my compilation of 8 junior high school time essays, welcome to share.

junior two time essay Part 1

The turn of the year is already thirty years past, and tomorrow coincides with the Lantern Festival.

Time always passes unnoticed. The Spring Festival, which adults are tired of, has become such a short-lived beauty in my opinion, although I don't know if I can still call myself a "kid". I guess I was born with a love of partying, and when the feast was over, I felt more or less lost. In addition, nowadays, going out to study, "home", just like is not an easy thing.

Five years, every time I go home the night before, it will be a sleepless night. When the train crossed the Deshan Bridge, I was excited and thrilled. I always packed my bags in advance and stood by the door, then I was the first one to rush out of the train and jogged out of the station. I will try to leave as much time as possible to the native land, because I know, from five years ago in the summer, I carried the bag into the provincial capital, the days of gathering in the peach blossom garden will be less and less every day.

The twelve years of my childhood have given me a different kind of attachment to this beautiful city. Countless times I turned out the drawer of the photo album, the scene of joy, but also like a slide show in the mind. On weekdays, we would go to the Yuanjiang River for a walk and shooting (balloons); on weekends, we would go to Binhu Park to doodle, or play bumper cars and the like....... The smiling three-year-old surrounded by the family on the cruise ship at Willow Leaf Lake is now approaching the height of Dad's eyebrows.

Dad always complained about me, students stay in Changsha to study, how I have to go home on vacation. I just innocently returned a sentence: "This is also wrong?" But when my father mentioned: "In the future, you go to the north to Guangzhou can do?" I choked up. Yes, I am a homebody, and as the saying goes, "It's good to be at home for a thousand days, but it's hard to go out". I even envy those students whose parents hardly ever come to school, but who can go home every now and then. They say that I have a place in Changsha, and my parents come to see me every week, but I don't have the opportunity to travel the 100 kilometers or so all year round!

But there is nothing wrong with me wanting to go to China, I want to be out in the world. I don't want to spend a dull life, and I don't want to become what my parents call a person who has achieved nothing. I think success and nostalgia should not conflict at all. Struggling and working hard never means I can't have a nostalgic attachment to my hometown, and it doesn't mean I can't visit my folks and peep into my childhood land during vacation. All this hometown, not only will not become a stumbling block for me to go out, and will only become a powerful booster!

After the Spring Festival in the year of Hundred Days, it will be difficult to have such a long vacation. That year, the top of Yuelu Mountain, the scene of a thousand days of oath is still vivid in my mind, and now the hundred days of senior high school, but also in the show us: high school life has passed half! The first time I saw the movie, it was a very good one.

Even if you are a beautiful woman, it's hard to beat the flow of time. The years as a white horse, as if a dream, passed between the fingers. I have been living in a group for about two years now.

I remember when I first entered junior high school, I was so clumsy to take care of life, and the thought of living in a small space with seven strangers, think about it is still a little scary. But we went from nodding our heads and occasionally talking to each other, to telling each other our feelings and revealing our hearts, and now we have no fear of getting acquainted with each other. When I think about it now, it was all so natural. And time also seems to flow calmly in this natural ...... two years, and seven and my size, with the same youthful vitality of the girls experienced a lot, which makes me understand: there is a kind of people beyond friends, night and day together. In every silent night, light up the darkness, warm heart, they are roommates.

A small dormitory, but the heart has never felt crowded. In every cold winter night, the pace of hurry back to this place full of warmth. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a hot noodle, and then you can talk about it. Such a life, although not as comfortable as at home, but after a day of fatigue schoolwork, it is the simplest and purest joy.

Now we are in the third year of junior high school, the schoolwork is like a mountain of heavy and silent pressure. Especially reflected in every night with a flashlight. Every time sleepy, but they still have to hold on to the eyelids fighting up and down, in a hard and awkward position curled up in the quilt. At this time of the year, there is always an urge to throw away the pen and fall back to sleep. But as long as a little tilt of the head, glance around, see the light reflected in their respective quilt, suddenly find a peace of mind as if, and buried his head into the quilt, continue my "unfinished business". No words, no sound, but I know, I am not alone in the fight. 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 then you can get your hands on some of the most popular ones.

Sometimes confused, sometimes crazy, sometimes arguing, sometimes playful. The two years we have walked side by side. We will be a joke and laugh loudly, will be a test and lost our voice and cry, will be a problem and heatedly argued us, so wantonly we, openly we, enthusiastically we ...... every one of us, have been time to treasure, recorded in a booklet called youth. I know that those laughs, those tears, not youthful boredom squandering, it represents growth, not melancholy, it is the most profound marks in the flow of years.

My dear roommates, I always remember those days with you. Those time silhouettes, those youthful songs, are remembered in your heart and mine.

The girl Qingqing`s world is dark, yes, she is a blind person.

In March, willow spring breeze, a group of brothers and sisters ran, they are volunteers, specializing in helping children like Qingqing.

A sister named Fei'er sat next to Qingqing, and she was telling her about the outside world.

"Qingqing, the sky is blue, pure and fresh. It seems like a breath of refreshing air after the rain. The sun is red, warm and spirited, like an athlete who never loses!"

"And and and, the grass is green, bright and lively. Like a little elf, jumping and jumping, happy beyond words!"

Qingqing listened quietly as a colorful world unfolded in front of her. This world is strange and curious to her, full of beauty.

On a summer day, Fei'er led Qingqing to the river and let her hand gently placed in the water. Said: "Qingqing, this is the river water, it is blue, cold and refreshing, like a gust of light wind in the summer ......"

Qingqing touched the cool river water, as if she could see the color, how beautiful! She cupped some of the water and brought it close to her eyes to see the water, but it was pitch black. She fell down in anger and cried out.

The autumn wind gusted, and in the twinkling of an eye, autumn came. Fei'er took Qingqing to walk in the forest. They sat on a mossy rock. Fei'er said, "Qingqing, let me tell you a story!" Qingqing nodded. Fei'er took a deep breath and said, "Three years ago, a five year old girl and a thirteen year old girl went to this forest to play, and the thirteen year old girl, due to negligence, let a branch cut the five year old's eye. And they, that's me and you." Green froze, and she ran out of the forest in tears, leaving Faye to sit in silence. The autumn wind rolled up the golden leaves, throwing them up and down ......

A few days later, Fei'er found Qingqing again, and she asked, "Do you hate me?" Qingqing said, "I hated you at first, but it happened, didn't it?" Faye hugged Qingqing tightly.

Spring came again, and Qingqing walked to the place where Fier had left a few days before and said, "The world is colorful, and although I can't see it, I can feel it in my heart."

As the morning rose and the evening fell, Cyan's eight years had long since passed, and the dark cloud above her head had disappeared. She took big steps in the direction of the sun and walked out of that darkest time.

The second half of the time essay Part 4

Childhood, that beautiful symbol has been with the waves, replaced by a few sorrows, can not be carried.

Now, I have been a junior high school students, every day is no longer and classmates and friends hand in hand in the playground playing hide-and-seek, not to mention the childish pestering parents yelling to go to the park to play. Now we are ignorant, fresh to all things, busy learning tasks often press us breathless, late at night, the moon is already high up, full of stars gathered together, sprinkled on the desk that stack of thick rolls, manuscript paper on the list of densely packed formula, eyelids are fighting, drowsy we are still carrying a pen in the test paper sketches, do not dare to delay a minute and a second, and finally! We can not resist the attack of the sleepy insects, but fell asleep on the desk.

The sky is gray, the alarm is persistently ringing, do not dare to delay a minute, hurriedly wash up, stuffed with two mouths of bread, they rushed out of the door, to the school forward, mechanically put down the bag, pick up the book and began to read the text, read aloud the sound of the book into the ears, the head but the buzz, the heart of the weekend to expect to come soon.

The heart of the stupid, thinking about how to play a crazy, but but also because of a result and frustrated, thinking about how to explain to parents, the heart has been thumping, tears as if the next second to come out of the socket.

Thinking about the childhood of that reckless time, I wish the time can be reversed, can once again warm a hug parents pampered that feeling, feel and play with the small friends of that mood.

The second half of the time essay part 5

Rain, rain, rain in recent days in this town in southern China seems to come especially hard, look up at the sky, can not find any traces of sunshine, only that the rain is reckless down, nothing can be seen, if you say that the rain washed away the dust, then I can say that time like rain took away most of the memories of my childhood?

One winter, I was born in a little-known village in southern China, where there are fields divided by ridges, where there are rolling hills, where there is an orange sunset, is it not that childhood memories are always innocent ah? Like distilled water. The most impressive is my father, the appearance of serious bone tender man, we really have a lot of deep stories, happy, sad, but it is these along with me all the way to grow up, in my childhood, "like a boy" is the only evaluation of the neighbors to me, I think my father also think so. I was naughty, I disobedient, but I never fought with a classmate, but often do not go home from school to run to the home of a male classmate to play a "small game", every time it is that the tall, hard body appeared in my line of sight, I obediently follow my father's footsteps like a child who made a mistake, lowered his head and the setting sun to go home together, the next step is the father's ideological education, and then the father's father's father's footsteps. The next is the father's ideological education, occasionally catch the father in a bad mood that day is a "small stick", I think my brother is also contaminated by me, I do not know when, especially miss that period of time, that period of time can not go back.

If you say I am a nostalgic person, I will never refute, I like to collect junior high school students give me small gifts, like to look at old photos and even often wearing junior high school uniforms, although I have been reading the second year of high school, but also often dreamed of childhood playmates, will often be due to something and think of someone, there was a day I dreamed of junior high school classmates, we are still together, in the school playground to run. We passed notes to each other in class, said "good night" to each other before we went to bed, dragged a group of people to the store, comforted each other when we cried, and laughed in the schoolyard without caring about our image when we were in a good mood. I dreamed of my teachers in junior high school, my homeroom teacher, still as pretty as before, with the same long and dark hair, my language teacher still as before with a big belly, my chemistry teacher still as before with a pineapple head ...... They have not changed, they all smiled softly at the camera, and I was the photographer , that photographer of the years, "If you don't get up you're going to be late". Only then did I realize that I was in a high school classroom, only then did I realize that all of this was just a dream, but they all really existed in my life ah. The eyes opened violently, all the familiar face.

High school life, step by step, so regular, I understand that people can not live in the past, but those beautiful, painful, sweet old times can not remember?

There was a period of time when I wanted to go back to my childhood, or to be the girl who was like a tomboy, or to be the little girl who went home with the setting sun. Often fantasize about taking Doraemon's time machine back to childhood, retracing that old time, but it turns out that Doraemon's time machine can not be studied by this era, I am still that I, that seventeen-year-old me. That sitting on the last train of the minor, I still can only miss the old times that have passed.

An inch of time is an inch of gold, an inch of gold can not buy an inch of time.

Those days that can not go back, probably is the past. The past, that is, the past, that is, the past past. Anything, at that time is incredibly long, but in the past, just a blink of an eye. Those things that happened in the past, I can not remember, classmates say, I am a fish memory - only seven seconds - what happened today, tomorrow will forget, what happened tomorrow, the day after tomorrow will forget. But only I know the reason I can't remember is - remember, what's the good of it, forget the past. Cherish the present, look forward to the future, no longer stay in the past, grasp what we have now, looking forward to the future of the sunshine and rain, is what I should do - I always thought so.

But when I do not know, left the elementary school, left the elementary school students, left the red scarf. Carrying an unbelievably heavy backpack, sitting in front of a desk stuffed with books, stuffing myself in a timetable filled with math, language, English and other courses. As my classmates around me complained about how fast time was moving, I was surprised to find that my elementary school years were almost blank when I thought back on them! Although by now I have slowly found some, that had been nearly discarded in a corner of my brain memory, but then the surprise is still fresh in my mind.

In the book, I know, those who can not go back to the time called youth, but, I think, - time, never left. Because, we have our memories, we are writing our own youth!

I will becoming, just like many years ago you.I will beleaving, just like mang years ago you. I will beleaving, just like mang years ago you. My youth, come here. I believe that time has never left!

Junior high school time essay Part 7

"Where has the time gone, have not yet taken a good look at you eyes spent ......" a weeping "Where has the time gone" evoked into people's memories, evoked people want to let time go slower sigh.

Thanks to time! You pass so quickly. I grew up a little bit with the sound of that ticking. Once upon a time to stand on tiptoe to see their forehead in the dresser mirror, now I can see a young girl from the familiar dresser mirror; once upon a time to squat on Grandma's knee to let her for me to beam on the ponytail, now I can pick up the wooden comb meditation, looking for a peculiar hairstyle for themselves; once upon a time to stand on the bench in the closet to turn over the beautiful coat, see a favorite will be put on, look at the mirror, look at the west and east, feel satisfied and there in the silly, and then the mirror, and the mirror. I feel satisfied and there giggling, now pick up a jacket and put it on, and do not want to look in the mirror, and then hurriedly go.

Perhaps this is the charm of time! How amazing it is to turn a clueless little girl into a young girl who is no longer reckless and lost.

Thank you time!

Thanks to time, you pass so slowly. I was in the arms of the family that you rubbed better, enjoying the love and care from my parents and elder brother. But inadvertently feel a wisp of loss, because my father's temples flashed gray hairs, because my mother's hands have become rougher, because the eldest brother came home less and less often. But it is also because of this ray of loss you bring me, so that I understand that along with my growth not only age but also the responsibility on the shoulders. Slow down and get on with life. Looking to my future, the future looks bright. Going to a prestigious university, working in a well-paying job, and returning me to hustle up and down in exchange for my parents enjoying their heavenly pleasures. Can you slow down a little more? I want to do a good job of every step now, and in the future to take the smoothest that road.

Thank you for the time! Because you this not fast and not slow, the rhythm is never disorganized regularity, so that the seeds of a better wish in my heart to take root and blossom. Thank you time! It is you who made me a hard-working gardener, escorting this seed.

junior time essay Part 8

Light is like an arrow, and the sun and the moon are like a shuttle. Time always flies, and is always trivial, good use of them, in order to allow us to have a little self space in the busy life, can let us feel the beauty of life with heart.

Enjoy the trivial time, you can feel the joy of reading, taste of reading can make you relax yourself, swim in the sea of books, you can see the world, you can learn knowledge, you can fly self, you can cultivate yourself. You can immerse yourself in a world of your own, without the hustle and bustle of the market, without the interruption of others, without the traffic, so that you can feel your heart in this small book.

Enjoy the trivial time, you can go out to see, there is a saying: "The world is so big, I want to go see. Go to travel, feel the beauty of the landscape; go to travel, feel the beauty of civilization; go to travel, feel the beauty of the world. Indulge in the landscape, you can feel the ancient literati's boldness and bosom, you can feel the rare relaxation and pleasant life, but also can appreciate the beauty of the world. Go to the natural landscape, you can appreciate the greatness of nature; go to the ancient city of civilization, you can appreciate the rise and fall of history; go to a foreign country exotic, you can appreciate the beauty of the humanities of other countries.

Enjoy the trivial time, you can cultivate hobbies, like piano, painting, street dance, soccer and so on, are optional. While learning them, you are also honing your own will - your patience and confidence. Accompanying them while isolating yourself from the world, time will fly by and you may be wasted. When you play the piano, you can get lost in the music. When painting, you can get the joy and sense of accomplishment after completion, and when playing football, you can sweat on the field and forget all the unpleasantness.

Enjoy the trivial time, you can study, as the saying goes: "learning to play, play in the middle" to study as a fun thing, you can no longer be bored, the time will pass very quickly and pleasant. The most important thing is that you can also learn a lot of knowledge to make your life more fulfilling. In your mind like water when learning, you can realize the fun and philosophy of life. Let you enjoy life and enjoy time.

Enjoy the trivial time, life is no longer so boring and boring. It will be full of happiness and fun, so that your life is more meaningful. In this colorful era, I hope you enjoy your trivial time!