In daily study, work or life, we always have less contact with the essay, right? The essay can be divided into narrative, expository, application essay and argumentative essay according to the genre. I believe that writing essays is a problem that many people have a headache, the following is what I have organized for you 6 junior summer vacation essay, I hope it can help you.
junior summer vacation essay Part 1White horse past the gap, a stressful semester drifted away, finally looking forward to the first summer vacation of junior high school life. However, this summer vacation I expected, but completely over into the unexpected scene.
Grandma's illness was very sudden, and my mom was very sick after accompanying my grandma to Beijing to see a doctor. The first time I saw her, I was so busy at work that I couldn't take care of the family. The grandmother walks a few more steps are tired to come up for air, mom every time after the needle back is like a porcelain doll, the exhausted look is heartbreaking. My summer vacation was spent caring for two patients. As a result, I not only missed school trips, but also canceled scheduled trips, and even threw away my routine after-dinner walks.
Cicadas were hiding under the drooping leaves of the trees under the blazing sun, merrily singing that eternal melody, while I once again had to go downstairs under the scorching sun to fetch water and pick up the delivery that was left in the concierge. Water, pick up the courier, wash the dishes, wipe the floor ...... do some of the household chores that can be done, accompanied by mom to play chess, tease grandma to tell jokes ...... gradually, from the rusty to skilled, and then by hand to help grandparents in the neighborhood to run errands to do some work, piggybacking on the disobedient coaxing the The little babies ...... me from everyone's eyes as a child, and gradually changed into a small adult by everyone said.
The original should be colorful summer vacation, so in the housework and accompanied by become monotonous. I've missed out on the anticipated school trip, canceled a long-awaited trip, and lost the opportunity to play freely with my friends, which I regretted. However, the day-to-day companionship allows me to feel the satisfaction of being needed, in the tedious and boring household chores I feel the realization of self-worth, and in the eyes of the recognition of everyone I experienced the joy of growth.
This year, this special summer vacation, I am slowly growing in return. In the past, it was always my mom who accompanied me, took care of me, and held up a sky of love for me. Now, I have grown up, although the face is still tender, but I'm not broad enough shoulders have been able to become her fear helpless when to rely on. In the ordinary busy, out of the extraordinary flavor, know what is grateful and return, but also know what is the responsibility and bear.
junior summer vacation essay Part 2"Oh, you are here to do volunteer ah! Then follow me!" The big sister's sweet voice entered my ears. I froze, and immediately took a step to follow
As if it is a must-do thing every summer, the school arranges that students should enrich their summer vacation life, so I always have to go to the library to do volunteer work once. This year was no different, and yes, I made it to the library.
"You look good, two people go over there to move the books from the shelves, if you feel tired, you can put the books on this trolley to transport them over there, and the rest of the one who came to sweep the entries ...... "That big sister of the library enthusiastically The big sister from the library enthusiastically introduced the usage to us and assigned the tasks at the same time. In order not to make the task too boring, a big light bulb appeared in our heads at the same time: we switched tasks. At first, we were all very energetic. I held three books in one hand and tried to reach the books on the top shelf with the other hand, but it was as if the bookshelf was inherently against me, or as if it disliked me for being too short, and I couldn't reach the books, "Take these books to the table over there, I'll take them." The taller student who came with me said I sighed helplessly and obediently took the books in my hand. There was a lot of confidence and enthusiasm.
A few birds yawned and flapped their wings from tree to tree, and we felt increasingly bored, picking up the book, aiming at the barcode, scanning, always the same action. We were no longer as enthusiastic as we had been at the beginning, but finally, "Okay, now go to the second floor and organize the books on the shelves," he said to us as if he had read our minds, and we were immediately refreshed. Along with him to the second floor, do this work, suddenly feel bored, even thoughts have been entangled in a book, found a seat to sit down, open the book, read up, it is because the content of the book is too interesting, I momentarily put themselves to volunteer this matter thrown into the clouds. Swimming in the sea of the book's content. But I forgot the main thing, "What are you doing? Do not come to help! "There was a noise in my ears, I quickly put up my finger in front of my mouth, "This is a library! " I said, but then I suddenly realized, what am I doing? Yeah, I'm volunteering! So, this scurried out, as if those knowledge elves on the shelves are complaining that I am not yet fast to help them, I immediately rushed out, pacify them, those who fell outside, on the ground, pick them up, pat the ash on them, in order to put them on the shelves.
This day is really hard ah, but I was lazy, alas! But this can not stop me from learning the spirit of Lei Feng!
junior summer vacation essay Part 3School is over, the sky can not help but black, like a slip of the hand knocked over the ink spilled on the drawing of a good sunset and the evening sun on the rice paper, violently all kinds of colors intertwined in a messy way.
The familiar road is being repaired. Pedestrians are leisurely stepping on the afterglow, the car is forced to travel slowly, most of the drivers are tense nerves helpless and do not dare to be careless.
The familiar door unknowingly came to the face, so I looked for the key. Behind the figures swept past from time to time, quickly close and slowly away, the shadow was a slant hanging between the stairs and the iron door, brutally shattering the light and shadow. The light that fell from the canopy was then long stretched and distorted. Reflected in front of the door, looking a little eerie.
I drew in a breath, feeling the air filled with harsh, damp, sticky sunlight. Looking around, I hesitantly opened the door. No one behind me noticed me, so I quickly scurried through the door, which had a sticker on it that I had seen a long time ago: the door closes automatically, do not close the door by hand to prevent damage. I didn't read the words, however, and slammed the door. This was followed by three steps over the stairs. There was another clamor of light and shadow.
A lazy bright light, laying into the stone floor from windows carved with strange patterns, jumping onto the iron railings, and finally landing on the stone steps, leaving a trail covered with interlocking shapes that dazzled the eye.
A footstep came from the garage downstairs, accompanied by the sound of conversation. I stopped immediately, unable to hold my breath. In warlike anxiety I heard the footsteps and conversation slowly diluted by the air, as if a sly fox were brushing away tracks in the snow with its tail, and finally the sound of a lock spring colliding ended it all. I breathed a sigh of relief, and for a moment I was alive again. Then slowly climbed the stairs. Where the footsteps rang, twisted shadows swallowed the messy light along with the reflected patterns all silently, and the blood-colored light dripped on the neatly drawn lines of the steps, but it was clearly a mess.
Finally, I walked to the yard. The lively sounds of the road before, along with the light, swirled and swept in like a typhoon raging. Then came some buildings, which suddenly came into view.
The sound of footsteps came from far behind me, mixed with the blood-soaked sunset, blurring and indistinct, but exceptionally clear presence and terrifyingly close. I panicked, and in the blink of an eye I was running, much faster than I had been on the gym test.
In my haste to run through the door of the flat, I pulled it closed once more.
Into the door, I heard the sound of a series of bubbles frying in the frying pan at home, I once again let out a long breath, and then still pulling the door, hastily locking it with the key.
As I sat on the couch, I heard my heart beating in shock, and my mind filled with people floating outside the window.
I didn't say a word and sat in a daze. Suddenly a phrase came to mind.
Thefearwehavetofearisfearitself.
The only thing worth fearing is fear itself.
What is even more frightening is that we should be so afraid of the familiar, even of ourselves, that we do not know what to do.
Sometimes people think about life as if they were in a daze, but I'm afraid it's not as easy as being in a daze if you really want to think about something seriously and earnestly.
Because we may not be like Stetson, often stop, and it is in front of the shadow of the impression to stop, silently in the wheelchair to watch over their lives. Nor do we have a garden like that in our minds, where serene and vibrant trees are being worshipped like gods by the sun and the heart.
These spirits are Stetson's faith - destined to be the altar of the earth, in fact, the altar of the earth does not know what is hidden in this time, but that the altar of the earth under the thinking to go slowly in the light and shadow of the time to see themselves.
This is exactly the road of Stetson's heart. A new road full of sunlight intertwined with tree shadows a shuttle in a strange world, a clear and distant impression of the heart of the road. I think we have to take a good walk along this road, like on a pilgrimage, slowly and solemnly.
Few people will spend a whole day in an abandoned garden, to think about some time, life, which is not practical with the life in front of them. Even if you walk into the yard, you will only think about some very practical, very simple, of course, but not good things, these things are suitable for the roadside with rows of street lamps and headlights or under the gray and cold buildings to think about. But in the Temple of Earth, where man and time have forgotten themselves. . a place for the mind to stand in solitude, by the walls of a garden. Warmth and abject reverence toward the direction of the sun, the direction of time.
The path of the sun is, in part, the path of time. Time, the only perpetual motion machine in the world that defies physics, the past and the future, as much as anything else, are intact in the perpetual motion machine. But in imagining or replaying the journey of the sun, one is sure to find a period of time that is intact, whether it is new or old, and therefore one is sure to find oneself in time.
But is it still you? Are you anything more than you were? Is it age? Is it stories? Is it joy? Is it pain? Have you lost anything? Is it time? Is it memory? Is it joy? Is it pain? If we don't have anything to say about it, then we are left with confusion and uncertainty.
Those who are connected to the impression will now be as silent as now, remembering those memories? In those impressions, is there still a you that coincides with your time? If not, does it still exist? Or what was that you really like?
Now it seems that that garden, the Temple of Earth, is perhaps even more sacred than the Temple of Heaven, which we know better. Devotees, few and far between, but full of respect, have come to worship, neither totems nor gods. Offered to the gods in the heart is priceless time and priceless life.
So that deserted garden does not seem to be as decayed as we thought it was.
But if we still, as in our past, never pray, are we living in places that are not barren, but are decaying?
Perhaps we should think again, and listen well to the tree of life, where the cicadas still chirp unceasingly; and look well into the river of life, where the fluctuating ripples of water still gently sway brightly, and which is necessarily an ethereal world, and by no means pathos.
In desolation we are alone, but in decay we are helpless.
So I think, after brushing away the impression of the heart on the heavy and old dust, we, really should restart a pious life to sweat, blood and heart held by the ritual, that is a real event.
Or simply, don't forget these, engraving the hard and persevering journey of the heart.
As Stetson said: I am no longer in the earth, the earth in me me.
We can not give up in the sacrifice of time, to redeem themselves? If so, at that moment, we shall be eternal
I am no longer in life, life in me.
junior summer vacation essay Part 5This summer vacation, the last summer vacation in junior high school, is also a crucial summer vacation. In order to study for the junior high school and next year's midterm examination, many students are studying seriously this summer vacation, and I am no exception. But for me, the first thing to solve is still the problem of game addiction. So I decided to quit my game addiction.
On the first day, I solemnly announced to my family that I was going to quit gaming! My mom was very happy, but my dad didn't seem to believe it, saying, "The sun came out of the west!" I knew he had no faith in me, but I was still confident myself. The good thing is that the first day is not a game, and there are no hard feelings.
The next day, I started to do my homework, and without realizing it, I felt empty inside. When I see a "game" or "play" on a topic, I get distracted. I feel like there is a caterpillar crawling around in my heart, and the interface screen of the game login appears in my mind from time to time. I've heard people talk about quitting smoking before, and when they do, their hearts feel like being scratched by cats, so I'm probably the same way. I wanted a distraction, so I took my mom's advice and picked up a book to read. After rummaging around, nothing felt right, so I picked up a random copy of The Reader. Who knows, as if God wanted to test and torture me on purpose, there was actually an article in the Reader that dealt with online games. Oops! My heart itched! I clenched my fists so tightly that I wanted to smash the table. Good thing we were going to my aunt's house for dinner in the evening, and the table was so lively that I forgot about the game.
On the third day, the real test came. Before I even crawled out of bed, my mind was occupied with the game. How's the elf, is there any assembly free handouts today, when am I going to level up to 50,...... I'm even rolling around on my bed with a pillow in my arms. I have to think of a solution, otherwise this day is really "worse than death". What is it? Watch a movie! Only a movie with a tight plot may be able to attract my attention.
I chose a horror movie, and while watching it, I was so worried that I forgot about the game. Until I saw the movie for a long time, I was still thinking about the plot of it, and didn't even remember the game. Oye!
On day four, it was a bit strange, no longer wanting to play the game so strongly. Every once in a while it popped up and I rushed off to think of something else.
On day 5, it was like I didn't think about the game all day.
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Day 10, I can't believe it's day 10 and I still haven't thought about the game.
The twelfth day, my father finally realized that I was really coming this time, and took the initiative to admit his mistake at the dinner table, underestimating me: "I didn't expect the sun to really come out of the west!"
Haha, bye-bye, game-kun!
The doorbell, with a soft "ding dong", woke up Ming in his contemplation.
Open the door, there is an old man standing outside the door, white eyebrows, hale and hearty.
The old man saw that it was Xiaoming, very happy: "Xiaoming ah, how are you. Where is your grandmother?"
Xiao Ming's grandmother is in the neighborhood to get square dance, her dance partner is this old man. The old man's skin has collapsed, but those eyes, really have the unique characteristics only in that era.
"Hello Grandpa Qiu, my grandmother went to buy food." Xiao Ming felt sorry to say, and then looked at his watch, "It will probably take half an hour to come back, Grandpa if you are not busy, I will go and make a pot of tea for you, will you wait for a while?"
The old man surnamed Qiu can like Xiao Ming, think he understands and smart, busy said, "Good, Xiao Ming, trouble you."
"Not troublesome grandfather."
In the next five minutes, Xiaoming brought up the tea, and Grandpa Qiu let Xiaoming sit next to him, and as soon as he held Xiaoming's hand, he chanted, "Good boy ah good boy."
Grandpa's palm was very brown, making Xiao Ming extremely uncomfortable, and was busy breaking away from his hand. Grandpa smiled awkwardly and didn't say anything.
Soon Grandpa was talking about the time when they were fighting against the Japanese, from 1937 to 1945, when Grandpa was born. At that time, ah, grandpa especially hate the Japanese devils, first the September 18th Incident, and then the July 7th Incident, the eight-year war of resistance kicked off, the people live in dire straits, grandpa decisively enlisted in the army, and the Japanese devils began to fight to the death, and in this way, in 1945, China finally won the victory! Japan declared unconditional surrender! This was a great news for the whole world at that time!
A few years ago, Grandpa also got a disease, the doctor said not good, not good, but Grandpa is not willing to ah, has been yelling, let him bet a bet! This is not, every day in the square dance camp, there is always the figure of grandfather Qiu.
Xiaoming felt that his grandfather is really a new generation of young people's role model, he reached out to shake hands with his grandfather, touching his grandfather's calloused hands, Xiaoming felt that this is the big winner in life!
Looking outside, it was getting darker and darker, and Grandpa left in Xiaoming's reluctance.
Xiao Ming looked at the old man's far away back, and fell into a deep thought ......