Whether in school or in society, everyone has heard of prose, right? Some may also often write essays? Prose is a short and flexible prose genre. What are the common forms of essays? The following are my carefully arranged middle school students' compositions for reference only. Let's have a look.
Composition for Middle School Students 1 "Sweet-scented osmanthus falls on the moon, and fragrant clouds float outside." This sentence comes from the poem Lingyin Temple in the Tang and Song Dynasties. In August, sweet-scented osmanthus is fragrant, and there is a slender sweet-scented osmanthus tree in front of the school gymnasium.
September is the season when osmanthus flowers bloom. Pale yellow osmanthus grows in groups in tree technology, hidden in dark green leaves. Unlike peach blossoms, flowers hang on the head of technology and attract attention. The flowers of osmanthus fragrans are very small, and you need to observe them carefully to find them. When osmanthus is in full bloom, standing under the tree looks like a delicate little lantern flashing pale yellow, which makes people fondle it.
The leaves of osmanthus trees are rough to the touch, with dark green on the front and light green on the back. The vein of the back is clearly visible, and the main vein in the middle extends from thick to thin, which is not easy to be detected. I bite the leaves with my teeth, and the leaves taste astringent. The crown of the tree is green all year round, and some places are convex and some places are concave. It looks like a big dark green mushroom.
Osmanthus fragrans can also be used as medicine, clearing away heat and reducing fire, and blindly taking medicine. Osmanthus fragrans is dried and crushed into pieces. Sweet-scented osmanthus candy is very sweet and delicious, and it melts in your mouth. It's really icing on the cake. I can't remember it in my mouth for a long time.
Osmanthus fragrans, I love Osmanthus fragrans, as Li Qingzhao said, "Why light blue and deep red? It is the first among flowers. "
If I were a drop of water,
I should also dedicate my little body to,
Warm sunshine shines on flowers and plants,
This river always hides our secrets,
This pure cloud has been floating,
And miraculous life from the world. ...
-Then I disappeared.
Even he himself evaporated in the air,
Why is there always a smile in my eyes?
Because I am fascinated by this nature.
Middle school students' composition 3 returns to the original point, to the original point, to the starting point; Back to the starting point, back to the original journey, back to the starting point of travel; Back to the starting point, back to the original scenery, back to the dream home.
How many people have left their homes for survival, how many people have traveled around the world for their studies, and how many people have tossed and turned for their careers ... In front of long-distance trains, you often look back and look out from time to time, just for a warm home; On the crowded platform, you held hands and hugged each other for a long time, just for that loving home; On the speeding train, you smile at each other, and your eyes full of attachment are bleak ... Your sadness is for the only family you care about; Your pain is for tearful parting; Your confusion is for the only expected party ... home is the origin of your life, feelings and dreams. ...
In an era of intrigue, in a society full of selfishness, in a world full of selfishness-home is the source of honesty, warmth, harmony, unity and mutual assistance ... in this world full of evil, lies and ugliness ... only home can keep evil out; Only home can break lies, only home can mend ugliness … home is the origin of harmony, home is the origin of purity, and home is the origin of sweetness …
Some people may think that as long as there is a house, there will be a home structure; As long as there is a restaurant, there is the warmth of home; As long as there is a bar, there is happiness at home … but the skeleton of the house can't hold the air full of love; The food in the restaurant can't warm the scarred heart; The hilarity of the bar can't shake the sleeping soul ... occasionally I hear words with local accent, occasionally I see the scene of a family walking together, and occasionally I taste food with hometown flavor ... My heart begins to tremble slightly, but it is not too painful but unforgettable; My heart began to warm up inexplicably, not too deep but enough to burst into tears; My heart began to be touched inexplicably, but it was not too shocking but enough to follow my yearning ... Maybe it was just because home is the source of love, warmth and happiness. ...
In the morning, when everyone is asleep, a person leans against the window head alone, accepts the baptism of morning dew, and gawks at the rising of the morning sun; At sunset, I sang "Look at the sun, although it is very glorious, it is nearby" and watched the birds dance; At night, when you fall asleep, you lie alone by the bed, alone in the tall building, tossing and turning by the comfort of moonlight ... Maybe it's just because there is always a voice calling for the wanderer, maybe it's just because there is always a silk thread leading the wanderer back, or maybe it's just because there is always a ray of missing that warms the wanderer. ...
Back to the origin, back to the original origin, back to the starting point; Back to the starting point, back to the original journey, back to the starting point of travel; Back to the starting point, back to the original scenery, back to the dream home.
I like snow, which floats around, dressing up the earth as a world of pink jade and bringing people the hope of a bumper harvest. I like snow. Whenever it snows, I always like to catch snowflakes with my hands and watch them melt in my hands. I also like to run in the snow and enjoy the unrestrained happiness. I really hope it will snow heavily.
On the day of winter vacation, the sky was gray and slightly white, and the whistling northwest wind blew on people's faces like a knife. It's snowing. It's snowing. I was awakened by the shouts of surprise downstairs. I am in a daze and want to sleep for a while. Just lying down, I sat up like an electric shock. It's snowing. I'm surprised. I rolled over and got out of bed. I went to the balcony without clothes or blankets. When I opened the window, I saw a vast expanse of whiteness between heaven and earth, and wisps of lovely cotton candy were floating in the air-white and glittering snowflakes.
Snowflakes fall slowly, like reeds, catkins, light goose feathers, endlessly, just like beautiful silver butterflies dancing in the courtyard, and like a group of' little dancers' wearing white gauze skirts, dancing and spinning lightly in the air with the music from the sky, so light figure, so elegant dance, every crystal snowflake is like one.
I can't wait to run outside and look up. Naughty snowflakes kissed my face and stuck to my cheek coolly. I stick out my tongue to feel the smell of snow, which is cold and My Sweetie's. I reached out to catch those naughty snowflakes and observed them carefully. I found that the snow is so delicate, hexagonal white solid, just like a small work of art, the snow in the south is not as magnificent as that in the north. Thousands of miles are frozen, and the snow in Wan Li can only be seen in the north. The snow in the south is more poetic. The roofs with blue bricks and small tiles, antique bridges and weeping willows wrapped in silver are like a landscape painting. The field in the suburbs looks like a big quilt. We all look forward to a good harvest year.
The snow is flawless and crystal clear. This is the representative of winter, a symbol of purity, and a beautiful angel who gives people beautiful enjoyment. I love snow!
This summer vacation has just passed, and in September, I went to middle school. Feel the fun of junior high school life.
Just entering middle school, I feel the environment in front of me is very strange. There are new environments, new teachers, new teachers, new classmates and new groups. I greeted them in a friendly way, and they nodded back to me, indicating that they heard me. My junior high school life has no shackles of "heart lock". Some students are bound by the "heart lock" and shut all their friends out. I comforted my classmates who had a "heart lock". A week later, everyone was familiar with the environment of junior high school.
In junior high school life, learning subjects have increased. The "three doors" of primary school homework have been pushed from "three doors" to "seven doors", thus increasing the "four doors" to study in this life every day. At first, I didn't find the method and attitude to study. When I was studying, you added setbacks. You can't finish this homework, and you missed that homework. I thought: What should I do? In the seventh grade, I learned ten Analects of Confucius, in which Confucius and * * * were recorded. Confucius said that we should find a learning method and attitude. I learned from what Confucius said, and I found a way to learn, and my academic performance improved. Self-cultivation is also true.
In this junior high school life, Dick found another big problem. There is also more homework in the study. In the past, I seldom did my homework, but now the teacher has assigned a lot of homework. I was exhausted by doing my homework first. Later, I improved my writing speed and wrote beautifully and quickly. It turns out that junior high school life is so interesting, which can be corrected. In the days to come, I can do such a great thing: "Nothing is difficult in the world, I am afraid that there is a will."
In junior high school life, teachers care a lot less about you. Everything should be your own responsibility and protection, so that you will not become a dependent person. In this way, the composition of grade five is really interesting. It turns out that junior high school life has made you an independent person and laid a good foundation for future social life.
Life in junior high school should not only be interesting, but also abide by the rules and regulations. If you violate the rules and regulations, the teacher will punish you. In that case, I didn't commit any crimes. Such rules and regulations can make you a good student, which is the rules and regulations of junior high school life.
My junior high school life is so interesting that everything can be corrected.
Middle School Students' Essays 6 In the annual rings of the years, time has secretly painted us with complex colors of affectation, and our inner pure white has become turbid unconsciously.
Who knows, innocence, purity ... these words are often used for those naive children. But who has seriously thought about the reasons? Children will not hesitate to give money to beggars dying on the roadside, because they don't care about the "value" of the huge population; Children will firmly cherish their dreams, even if they are far from reality, because they don't care that the greater the disappointment, the greater the hope. Children will be like mirrors. No matter how the sun shines directly on them, they will also reflect the sun directly, even though the light is sometimes dazzling, because they don't care about the "disaster in their mouths" among the large population.
Once, I saw this scene in the street: after a father and son went shopping, my father met a female colleague who was not beautiful, but dressed very coquettish. She asked the child humorously, "Is aunt beautiful?" "Aunt is so scary!" Hearing this, the female colleague obviously had some dark clouds hanging over her face. After she left, the child's father taught him, "You are so rude, don't talk like that in the future …" You see, politeness and honesty were irrelevant, but now they can be linked. I think: the primary color of this child's mind may have added a few artificial variegated colors. Therefore, I sigh a few hateful affectations to bury my inner primary colors.
I want to be a young and ignorant child again, let the primary color in my heart be my guardian angel, and always smile on my head: "Show others your sincere smile." "Don't take other people's things for yourself. What is yours must be yours. If it's not yours, you can't get it anyway. Even if you get it, you can't feel at ease. " "Say what you want to say, do what you want, and dream what you want." ……
In fact, in everyone's heart, there are pure primary colors. Even unscrupulous and deceitful liars believe that there are pure primary colors in their hearts. It has no flaws and always shines with the light of truth, goodness and beauty.
For me, peace of mind means lying in bed with a soft pillow, reading a good book and relaxing. Hiding in a place far away from the noise, I sat on the bed quietly reading the article, and the feeling was indescribable. At this time, everything was silent again, and only the alarm clock at the bedside was still singing monotonous songs to accompany me. At this moment, the day is full of vitality, but I feel tired. There is only home-this warm harbor, which can provide me with a place to rest, let me have this feeling of peace and let my wandering heart have a home.
Sometimes after reading it, I will sketch out one beautiful fantasy after another for the future in my mind. Some of these thoughts are just fleeting in my mind; Yes, but it lasted for a long time in my heart. These are a little far from the actual fantasy, and with my efforts, they are gradually coming true.
Life always needs a short rest to make yourself more energetic. I rest quietly to cultivate my sentiment. In my small room, I can always feel the warmth of home, and there is a smell of home around me for a long time. This smell is not something you can smell with your nose, but you need to feel it with your heart. This kind of taste can't be described with a pen, it is always deeply hidden in my heart. This sweet taste has been stuck in my heart, lingering, but it has given me a warm dependence.
I like reading at home best. That faint ink fragrance always makes people intoxicated. The writer's poetic language and philosophical sentences fascinate me. At home, I can be happy with the characters, who are sad and unrestrained. Immerse yourself in the sea of books and feel the warmth inside. This warmth is nestled in my mother's arms and hidden in my heart. At this time, I seem to have returned to my childhood, found childlike innocence and peace of mind, although I should be promoted to junior high school. But the vague and clear image of my home still exists in my heart, and it may exist forever.
Home is where I rest, where I feel warm when I am lonely, where I cherish childlike innocence and where I set sail.
At home, I can be carefree and free, because home is my harbor and my soul harbor, and my heart depends on it.
A quiet home has a unique artistic conception. Only when you really blend in with this artistic conception can you feel the meaning of home. I love my family!
I really can't understand the picture hanging on my bedside. It is composed of countless colors, but there is not a graphic, which only gives people a sense of dizziness.
In fact, this is just my first feeling from a secular perspective. I was doing my homework recently, and I accidentally took a look at this oil painting, and my eyes were frozen by it.
I seem to have opened the door to the new century, because I saw another world from that painting. This is a very dreamy city, just like a castle in a fairy tale. But the city is cold, because the city has been wrapped in ice and snow.
The floating gray in that painting seems to come from the chill of ice and snow. Scattered mint green with a little white, it should be countless houses in the city. But what makes me curious is that none of the colors in the painting represent people. No, on the upper right, there is a long but bad shadow.
I think that should be the back of the king.
But why draw the king of this city like this?
Because Wang Tiansheng is lonely. The messy red spot on the painting seems to be the blood left by his opponent and himself in order to seize the throne. But after taking the city, there was nothing in the city and no one to talk to. After a long time, let alone your appearance, even your original purpose is probably blurred.
The king's ruthlessness created a lonely nature.
Put on a mask and let yourself sink into the shadow.
Take off the mask and still can't see the expression clearly.
Battle-hardened, no smile.
Caught the world, but lost his heart.
Back in the past, I want to find some sensibility.
If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight. This is the price.
Then why did you decide to execute everyone who stood in your way and give yourself a lonely cage?
Won the world, but seems to have lost everything. A dot in that shadow should be amber condensed by Wang with tears.
It is because he pays too much attention to the surface when choosing, and does not think deeply about what he really wants.
Making a choice is not a difficult problem, but sometimes it can change your destiny. Life is just a journey from birth to death. I choose to be happy. Isn't this the best choice?
I want to grow up, because when I grow up, I can do what I want, without being bound by my parents or nagged by others, but I never thought that this process would be so long that I had an impulse to give up. I think people may experience all kinds of things in their life, all kinds of ups and downs, which will make our life better and make ourselves more unforgettable in the future.
There is a book "You will be grateful for your hard work now in the future". Although I haven't read this book, I can see from the title that I have two choices now. One is to enjoy the present and be free, but my future life will be full of thorns that you can't face. But if you choose another one, study hard and study hard, I think you will really thank yourself for your hard work in the future.
I think it is necessary to study hard or accept the rebellion of youth. We should study hard, be rebellious, but not too much. Otherwise, you may hate yourself for not leaving rebellious memories for yourself in the future. Those are just boring books.
The middle school student composition 10 The sun is blooming in broad daylight, and she is always very hot, which makes people afraid to look straight. Just like an overbearing girl, she has a sense of distance.
I stood in the corridor, and the sun shone through the Woods. Even so, I still feel hot, uneasy and uneasy. But that's the truth. This is Sun's attitude.
I often go to the playground, listen to music and take a walk. I came for peace, but I never found peace.
What kind of psychology is this? I think I may be too impatient. Who can say? I have no reason myself. So stop and go, headless flies, no goals, only confusion.
This time, as usual, I skillfully put on black headphones, ordered a Jay Chou's "Nocturne", and then walked to the playground. On the edge of the playground, there are all trees, and a wall surrounds the whole school, with white and blue tiles. Seen from a distance, this wall and these trees can be regarded as a landscape. However, this kind of scenery is for people who can appreciate it, and I don't have this talent at present.
I walked on the boulevard, my feet were covered with fallen leaves, and the trees were all bald. It looks like fun.
Boring! Going home, I thought so, so I turned and went home. Then, my eyes were full of red light, and I slowly opened my eyes to watch the sunset? Or reflection? Yes, it is the sunset! I recognized the light.
This kind of light seems to melt me, she is not hot, on the contrary, she makes people warm, from the bottom of my heart. I approached her, I didn't close my eyes, and she didn't hurt my eyes.
Why? Why is the sunset like this? I don't understand, and I can't figure it out. I only know that there is a saying in geography, probably because the sun is oblique. This explanation is very good.
I suddenly understood something and knew what to do. If a person is only strong and always gives people a sense of distance, then this person is a failure. Then suppose a person is efficient and strong at work and approachable in private, then he is successful.
At this moment, I learned the real way to treat others, isolated from others, and finally only myself was left.
Sunset is using her light and heat to soothe people burned by the day, which can be life. There is hope because of this sunset. I think so. At least I still have hope. What about you, confused friends?
Middle school students' composition 1 1 Reading thousands of books, writing like a god. This is my way of writing. Reading and writing complement each other and are indispensable. Only by reading extensively and thoroughly can you write a vivid and touching composition. In order to improve my writing ability, I read many books.
I remember that I could only read a few picture books when I was a child. Although I read it thoroughly, I still can't put it down. I dream that one day I can write such a touching and good article myself. Therefore, every time I write a composition at school, I write it seriously, and it backfires. Although I have read a lot, my composition has not improved. It's always boring. I don't even want to watch it myself. Why is this happening?
The composition evaluation teacher helped me find out the reason. The teacher compared my composition with that of a good classmate, only to find that my language expression and words were poor. From then on, I stopped pursuing the story, focused on refining beautiful words and phrases, and tried to apply them to my writing, hoping to improve my writing level. But the strange thing is: I don't understand the idea that excellent works still make teachers dissatisfied, so I asked my mother again. After listening, I suddenly realized that my reading method was wrong, and I picked up sesame seeds and lost watermelon. Since then, I have changed my reading method, deeply understood and studied the structural order of articles around the center of the article, so that my articles are organized, hierarchical and not empty, and at the same time pay attention to concise language, sincere feelings and true feelings. Sure enough, in an essay contest held by a school, it won unanimous praise from teachers and students and won the first place in the contest. Since then, I have become more and more interested in writing and devoted myself to it.
Of course, I will continue to practice writing in the future, but I deeply feel that a lot of reading is an indispensable golden key to open the door to writing and the way to success in my writing! !
Middle school students' composition 12 likes pens and her faint traces on paper. I have never regarded the pen as my whole life like Bi Shumin, but she is the most important part of my life.
Occasionally, my mind is full of poems and I want to express my thoughts online. But when I faced the cold screen, my brain went blank. The computer screen makes me feel empty. Even behind it, there is a colorful world, but it seems to be separated by a glass. So far away. Whenever I face the screen, I feel a sense of fear. "It seems to be very open, but it is actually a silent guardian." Is this the same in the online world? This reminds me of many things that I don't want to think about, let alone mention. In fact, "human heart"-isn't it the same as the world across the screen?
It's better to write by hand. With this pen, I feel at ease. Don't care what others think, don't worry about their doubts, and don't look at the world through the glass. Looking at the pen tip slowly across the letter paper, leaving a faint fragrance. Express your sincere feelings in the simplest words. Don't worry about whether the article you are writing will be praised by the teacher, and don't worry about whether you will win honor by taking this article to participate in the competition. Just faint, faint, share the best things in my heart with the people I like.
In modern society, we have gained a lot, but do we know that we have lost too much in the constant keystroke? Fade away from prosperity, find peace of mind, and listen to the sweet voice of the pen tip. Look at the world with the truest eyes, look at it with the most sincere love of the world, and leave a pure and beautiful moment.
Today, my mother and I went to play in the city. There are many people on the bus. My mother and I finally found a place to stay, and a beautiful young lady gave me her seat. "Thank you, Miss Sister!" I quickly thanked him. "You're welcome, brother!" Miss Jie showed a sweet smile, and a warm current surged all over her body. Could it be that I met Miss Angel?
As soon as I sat down, an aunt with a baby in her arms squeezed in. The little boy slept soundly. I pushed my way through the crowd and came to my aunt: "Aunt, go and sit there!" " "I pulled my aunt's skirt." No, little friend, you are so young, give me your seat. ""Never mind, my brother is much younger than me. Besides, you are too tired. " I showed menstruation to her seat.
The little boy woke up and gave me a lovely smile. That's great. "Son, big brother gave us his seat. When you grow up, you must learn from your brother! " The little boy seemed to understand his mother's words and smiled more brightly. "Son, mom is so proud of you." Mom hugged me. Although I stood all the way, I didn't feel tired at all, but I felt full.
Middle school students' composition 14 The original dream was as white as an angel.
But I don't know why.
After years of turmoil
Dreams are stained.
Now dreams are as evil as demons.
Is it too much experience?
It also changed my purest dream.
Maybe it's because I know too much.
Turn your dreams into evil.
Middle school students' composition 15 I am a person who is very afraid of dogs. When I see dogs, I usually walk around. I was almost bitten by a dog when I was a child, so I was afraid of this animal.
My mother and I just came out from home that day and saw a brown dog chasing a man rummaging through the garbage in the trash can. Puppy is the most annoying dog in this area. It is only 20 centimeters high, but it is very fierce. When people pass by, it will bark and run after it, but its owner rarely ties it. Today, its owner watched his dog bite there and walked slowly over. He looked contemptuous when he saw that the man who was digging the trash can was out of town and poor. The man who was bitten by a dog said, your dog is not tied properly, bite me. She spoke with a strong foreign accent, but the owner said fiercely, "where did our dog bite you?" It just touched your trouser leg. What a fuss! Do you want to mistake someone for you? " The poor victim was about to defend himself when the shopkeeper's daughter sarcastically shouted, "Learn to speak Chinese first!" " "Then they swaggered home with the dog, and the poor man opened his trouser leg and his calf had been bitten, muttering in a low voice. Look at us pitifully.
I am really angry. How can there be such an unreasonable person? Bullying others is from other places. Is it great to be from Beijing? Where is this quality worthy of Beijingers? People look down on me. I am a foreigner, too. There are many foreigners in Beijing. Without their quiet efforts at the bottom, how could Beijing be so beautiful now? That's right! I think we are equal. We should respect others, shouldn't we?