No matter in school or in society, when it comes to composition, everyone is certainly familiar with it. Composition is a narrative way in which people express the relevant knowledge, experience and thoughts stored in memory in written form. So have you ever studied composition? The following is a 600-word junior high school composition compiled by Bian Xiao, hoping to help you.
Junior high school composition 600 words 1
In spring, everything revives, the earth awakens, and everything is immersed in joy. The breeze blows my cheeks and my hair, and the gentle sunshine shines on my face, sprinkling some golden light on the earth.
I stepped out of the house, bathed in the warm and bright sunshine with chirping birds and light butterflies, and I couldn't help squinting comfortably. Spring, what a good tourist season! Walking in the wind, the flowers and plants on the roadside stretched themselves and stood upright on the ground. I was immersed in joy and was interrupted by a childish voice: "grandma, I'm going there!" There are many butterflies over there! "
I look back. I am an innocent and lovely boy, catching butterflies with my grandmother. They swam and danced in the sea of flowers, and the smiles on their faces bloomed in the sun. Grandma narrowed her eyes as if she had returned to her girlhood. Grandparents and grandchildren are very happy, and I can't help but be infected by this happy atmosphere and laugh together.
Ah, what a happy early spring!
I walked forward reluctantly, and the scenery along the way was constantly changing. In front of me is a narrow path covered with tall poplars and delicate willows. I was about to take a photo when I raised my camera and was disturbed by the grunt overhead. I looked up impatiently, only to see a nest of hungry chicks, covered with a thin layer of yellowish fluff, staring at me with round eyes. I am very happy.
It happened that the big bird came back with some meat worms in its mouth. Chickens are full of energy, competing to call. The big bird patiently separated the bugs one by one and gently combed their fluff.
Ah! What a warm early spring!
I left them quietly and went to my final destination-a quiet garden. It's still the same spring breeze and sunshine, but it's quiet here, and all the flowers and plants are unhappy. I hurried to find the repaired cuttlefish scissors and watering pot, carefully spraying water one by one to remove the yellow leaves. A few minutes later, they stood up again and smiled happily at me in the sunshine. Scarlet, purple and purple are full of vitality in the sun. I sat next to them, leaned against the wall and fell asleep laughing.
Ah! What a colorful early spring!
The sun is still shining gently and the birds are still twittering. Such a beautiful early spring is probably only available in the sky, and it is rare to smell it on earth.
Junior high school composition 600 words 2
Autumn rain is like nothing. With the rare clarity of the autumn moon, with the tenderness only in spring, accompanied by falling leaves, such as beautiful angels falling from the sky, so pure, so carefree, so free and easy, like a beautiful shadow on the verge of drifting in a clear pool, like a swirling white fog in a valley, more like a daughter red that has been brewing underground for many years but is now fragrant. Throughout the ages, I don't know how many poets admire it and pour out their feelings for it.
But this year's autumn rain has a different flavor, giving people a feeling of rough summer and soft spring, which is quite different from previous years.
After several months of fine weather, the water in pools, rivers and streams dried up until it rained that day. Lying listening to the rain, the window makes a "out of the way" sound. Is it the spirit of rain hitting the glass? Suddenly, a light in the sky broke the silent night and split the world into two braids in an instant. Ear still echoed with the voice of "rumble", tripterygium wilfordii drumming, Dian Mu and her pull. Listening to the rain, I fell asleep slowly. When I got up the next day, it was still raining, such as the spring rain written by Zhu Ziqing, such as ox hair, needle and silk, which was completely different from last night, giving people a feeling of being really like spring and autumn.
When I walked out of the gate, there was a "wow" sound. It turns out that I accidentally made a small puddle. Like a small lake, a big stone drops, and the water drops are like a group of lively small fish, jumping out of the small puddle, first sparkling and transparent, and then happily diving back into the small puddle, turning golden yellow, and the water surface is still dizzy. I go to school by bike, and there is a small puddle on the road. Brush it from time to time and open up a "road". Somehow, my mood suddenly became particularly clear and carefree.
This autumn lies in its changeability, even the wind is impermanent, sometimes it is like a lion's roar, trying to break branches, and sometimes it is like a cat's meow, trying to soften steel.
Autumn rain, the beauty lies in the bright and lively autumn wind, a trace of tenderness, an autumn rhyme.
Junior high school composition 600 words 3
It's been a week since school started, and many things have happened in the school.
For example, in physical education class on Thursday, I couldn't help feeling weak when I saw physical education class after class. I haven't exercised for two months, and I'm worried about myself.
At this time, I began to expect a teacher to come to class. At this moment, Mr. Cao walked into the classroom. I really hope he will take this course. Teacher Cao slipped his hand on the schedule and finally seemed to stop at physical education class. Who knows that Teacher Cao put his hand down and only called away the students who failed the homework, so that we could go downstairs as soon as possible. I looked outside, and there were no more noisy and playful students. At this moment, it seems that the world is quiet and I have no love.
We walked from sunny to windy. I feel that he is stimulating my mood. Now I just hope that the teacher will let us run less laps, and I am praying silently.
At this time, the teacher said, "Today, we will recover our strength." When I heard the words "regain my strength", I knew that today must be over. The teacher said, "Run 7 laps today." Hearing this number, I am dying, but I dare not challenge the authority, so I have to follow the team.
It was fine at first. By the time I got to the third lap, I was exhausted. Everyone was flushed and panting. Of course, I don't have to mention it. It is the same.
Wu ran to me and said, "Let me help you with your coat!" " I waved my hand and said "no", but when I just wanted him to drag me to run, he rushed to the front when he heard the word "no". I wanted to see his running back without tears.
Finally, after running, I feel that my legs are not my own. The weather has changed from windy to sunny, but my mood has not changed. To this day, my leg still hurts.
Therefore, for myself, I must exercise during the holidays, or physical education class will be a demon when school starts.
Junior high school composition 600 words 4
One night, after a pause, the ambiguous and humid city was blown dry by the excellent Chu Yang, sprinkled with glittering gold powder, and played the acoustic guitar gently in spring.
Canvas shoes, stepping on the asphalt road clearly. Staring at the distant horizon, the faint glow swept the horizon bit by bit like the mane of a handsome lion, absorbed the moisture of Jincheng, and gradually became clear and soft, like glass-colored silk products, covering trembling eyes. At this moment, a bird of paradise, with its long neck stretched high, appears in front of us with a relaxed voice, singing the fleeting time of spring, as clear as a silver bell: hope is a straight line, infinitely extending, tying a handful of sunshine between people.
The clear sky is as clear as ever. I am fascinated, and the pure sky of sapphire is like washed silk. I came to the fun, picked up a sharp black eyebrow and chased a few steps. I saw that it was like a smooth plane polished by rain flower stones, blue and free of impurities. Laughing and walking, I listened to the pure flow of the sky and saw the new willow.
The sky is like a clean canvas, painted with several willows, neither overflowing nor lonely. I don't agree with the saying that "a weak willow has a bright future". Willow leaves are really soft, like hair bands, relaxed and flexible, with straight curly fairy bones and graceful appearance. The slender branches hang down straight like a bead curtain, hanging down densely, rippling in fine dust, washing in the moat, hanging down gracefully with tenderness and chastity like bundles of green hair full of the brilliance and fragrance of spring, slowly beating my heart.
Pearl Curtains Pearl curtains, where there are curtains, there must be beads, and beads are green leaves. The leaves are short and light, and uncle's branches are ignorant and lovely. Most of them are boats rowing across the lake, dotted with green streamline, showing tender breast buds in the wind and showing a little tired cheeks shyly. There is also a small head, fluffy body dripping with light yellow-green liquid, rolling freely in mid-air, slowly chanting: every life can show itself in spring and infect others.
Liu Xia, pink and green are dazzling. This is a full life-Oxalis. They are proud of their excellent fleshy figure, but they are stubbornly crowded together, head to head, shoulder to shoulder. When the sun is shining and the golden light is dazzling, the grass often pouts and whispers, and the wind eavesdrops: even the smallest thing is a kind of value, which is illuminated by glory.
Listen attentively, whisper in early spring.
Junior high school composition 600 words 5
In the first month of this month, the weather in early spring was extremely hot. The high temperature of 29 degrees makes Miss Chun think: Brother Xia, what's your hurry?
It is natural to take a walk in the beautiful spring. "The riverside is as green as blue", living in yingtan, a small town in the south of the Yangtze River, Xinjiang, is undoubtedly a good place for a spring outing.
On the quiet river bank, the gray-black color of winter in the distance has not completely faded. "The color of grass is far from being seen, almost invisible." However, the heaviness and solidity of winter are gradually replaced by the brisk flow of spring.
Indeed, the river is clear and blue. The breeze blew over the water, and the ripples reflected dazzling white light in the sun. At the bottom of the river, groups of small fish are swimming, looking for food. I scooped up a handful of river water, cold and slippery. Looking at the reflection of the phantom in the water, I feel completely integrated into this intoxicating ink painting.
Branches and shrubs are pale yellow and light green. In the bamboo forest, voices turn songbirds into crows from time to time. Warm wind blows, soft and pleasant. Smelling the smell of soil mixed with grass, listening to the gurgling sound of running water, a heat flow through my body, I want to let go of my throat and shout my throat out.
Now is the season when spring begins. Peach blossoms do not move in the morning and spring, but the branches are covered with spores. As long as we wait for a timely spring rain, green leaves and safflower will appear like magic.
My eyes didn't see all the colors of spring, and my skin felt the warmth of summer.
The sun is shining and the air is warm. The girls who love beauty have finally waited for this moment. They took off their thick winter clothes, boots, short skirts and flowered shirts and tried not to show any scruples. They deserve it. The concave-convex curve is becoming more and more attractive under all kinds of eyes.
After passing the flower shop, I saw clusters of gorgeous roses prominently displayed in the roadside shops. The delicate flowers are eagerly waiting for their new owners. Oh, tomorrow is Valentine's Day. I think that in less than ten hours, they will release a sad romantic story. Smelling the fragrant flowers, although I don't know which branches have the mission of detecting love and which branches have the function of burning love, I know that they all carry a kind of spring communication.
Spring is a dreamy season. I am also trying to realize my dream: to live a good life-for the spring in the south of the Yangtze River and for the ever-changing new era.
Junior high school composition 600 words 6
Summer has passed and autumn has come.
One autumn afternoon, the warm sunshine was shining on the window. I opened the door and walked in the garden of the community.
Looking around, golden ginkgo leaves are flying in the air, red maple leaves are like burning flame clouds, and green Hollyleaf rustles in the wind. Just then, an autumn wind blew, accompanied by rustling, and a naughty little guy rode the wind and drew a beautiful arc, spinning at my feet. I bent down, picked it up and put it in my hand to observe it carefully.
This is the maple leaf. I stroked it gently, and the smooth leaves were like baby's little hands. The autumn wind took away its moisture and made it a little hard. The flaming leaves are serrated around them. I held the leaves high and put them in the sun. By the light, the veins on the leaves clearly appear, criss-crossing, how like human blood vessels! I put the leaves in front of my nose and took a deep breath. The faint fragrance penetrates into my heart, which is the taste of nature. The leaves of the tree are like handfuls of feather fans, and they are like butterflies resting quietly on the branches. The sun shines on the trees, and the leaves are dazzling, as if lovely life is jumping on the branches; Not to be outdone, the leaves that were not exposed to the sun danced a beautiful waltz on the branches. When the wind comes, they will take the opportunity to get close and whisper. Some reluctantly left the tree, fell in mid-air and threw themselves into the embrace of the earth. The wind passed, and they were calm and silent again.
These leaves don't know what death is, nor do they know that spring will come again. Over the past year, countless leaves have been doing the same job-dedicating the milk of life to big trees. They are unknown and unassuming. Autumn has come, and it is willing to sacrifice itself and return to the roots.
Autumn leaves are far less vibrant than spring and summer leaves, but full of maturity! Because it knows dedication, it is what it is now, selfless and silent dedication to the cycle of life.
Autumn wind blows, dead leaves fall on the earth, and new life is born. Seeing this scene, I can't help but think of Gong Zizhen's famous sentence: falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more.
Junior high school composition 600 words 7
The river of light disappears at any time, which is the year of China that is gone forever; Have you noticed?
Yes! In a blink of an eye, four years passed by, but warm memories are still vivid. I stood at the window of the hut and looked out of the window. Brother Chen Hao, did you have a good time there? I miss you so much! The heartbreaking pain has not faded under the scouring of time, but it is like a glass of wine. The more mellow I am, the more I can't help crying.
Memories go back to four years ago, when Hao Chen was an orphan and lived in a cabin left by his parents. He loved me as much as his sister.
Before dawn that day, he said that he had found a good place and would take me there. I was dragged by him in a daze, and a breeze blew, and the cold air made me awake. It's a shame to find that I'm only wearing a pajamas. Fortunately, no one saw me.
Through the broad grass, through the thorny bushes, and through the dense Woods, I finally came to the good place that Brother Hao Chen said. This is a cliff, and below it is a clear lake.
How beautiful!
Under the reflection of the falling moonlight, you can vaguely see the beautiful scenery, just like walking into Yaochi Wonderland.
The horizon is red, and a ray of morning light disappears in the Woods; Cool, but beautiful. I can't help shivering. Suddenly, a warm feeling came from behind. Looking back, Hao Chen's brother's coat was on my shoulder. He was wearing only a thin coat. Hao Chen, I'm not cold. Ha ha ha, ha ha ha, we smiled at each other. Suddenly, a yellow rose caught my eye. Happy birthday. A warm current swept through my heart, and only he was so kind to me. My nose is sour and I want to cry. I thanked me for jumping into his arms, and my tears finally disappeared.
However, a few days later, the bad news came. The fruit grower found his body in the mountain stream. That morning, under the cliff, he was still holding a bunch of yellow roses in his arms. Seeing Wen Ya's smile before he died, my world collapsed, and I didn't even have the strength to cry.
I woke up from my memory, and I was in tears. Brother Hao Chen, you will always be my most amiable brother. I whispered. The warmth you brought me will be my most precious memory.
Junior high school composition 600 words 8
When I went to junior high school, I felt that everything was novel. We changed to a new school, called Middle School. We changed a big classroom. It's grade seven. We also have more teachers. They are teachers of seven subjects.
All the rules have changed, not as strict as in primary school, but homework still keeps us tight. I wish I could go downstairs and play with my friends as before. I want to talk about games and the future with my classmates, and I want to lie in the arms of adults and enjoy love, but with the growth of age, these things have disappeared, people have changed and things have changed. There are more and more troubles, and every day is no longer carefree. We have our own tasks and responsibilities. In order to live a better life in the future, I can only face piles of homework independently, and it seems that I can never finish it.
"Elder sister, I'm going to play! Please help me with my homework and check it! " Sister's cheerful voice came from the stairs. "Oh." I didn't even look up. Finish your homework, it's getting dark. I went downstairs to call her back, but I heard her laughing far away.
Seeing this scene, my heart is bitter. I can't remember how many times I played games with my friends, which seems a little naive for our junior high school students. However, I used to have it! I told myself that I still remember the voices and smiles of my friends at that time, and the bits and pieces we had together. It's just that I have always felt that for a long time, I have never cherished it. It never occurred to me that once that wonderful day was over, it would never come back.
I want to go back to my childhood, but people will grow up and adults will grow old. Adults want us to grow up. How can we be so selfish as children?
Now, children, please cherish your time. Don't wait until you grow up to miss and feel sad that you didn't cherish your childhood, but now we, as junior high school students, have a chance! What we are doing now is to grasp our youth!
Junior high school composition 600 words 9
I think I am a very sad and sentimental person. Although I look high and pretentious on the surface, I don't like people looking at me with poor eyes. Although no one did it, I felt useless. What should I do if I find something on my mind?
I have many friends, because I am "cheerful", but only a few are really good to myself, but I am still very moved.
They will say that I am stupid. I sleep after washing my hair and don't blow dry, like a brainless child. They say I'm stupid, lose weight or something, and then I'll be forced to eat a lot at school. They were worried about me and insisted that I call them and tell them that I was safe when I got home from the party, even if someone saw them off. They will also blame me for being simple-minded and going home alone at night without anyone to accompany me. I didn't know there were many bad people now. They will.
They play a very important role in my life. May I say that I am very happy? However, I still feel lonely. No, maybe I can't say I'm lonely, just lonely, yes, just lonely.
I like to keep everything in my heart, but on the surface, I am still cheerful and think I have hidden it well. But one day when my friend talked about me, he said: You are unhappy. You are a cheerful person on the surface, but in fact you are very depressed. I'm surprised. Is my loneliness obvious? Not exactly. It's hard to be seen through my efforts, but I'm still very happy. At least he understands me. Yes, at least someone understands me.
Lonely, I sat in front of the computer and knocked on the lonely keyboard. Why am I like this? Why?
I care about my friends very much, perhaps because I lack self-confidence and am afraid of losing, so how helpless I will be. Therefore, my friends sometimes inadvertently say a word, and I will be sad for several days. Although I don't say it on the surface, of course I won't say it. If I say it, maybe they will think I am stingy. As I said, I'm afraid of losing. Of course I won't let myself face this kind of problem, so I'll worry about myself. When can I feel happy?