Everyone has his own pains and joys, which are inseparable. Happiness exists because of suffering. Without suffering, there can be no happiness. Happiness comes from pain, and both pain and happiness are in your own hands. The following is a junior high school composition on the topic of bitterness and joy that I compiled for you. Welcome to consult.

A junior high school composition on the topic of bitterness and joy 1 A childish little boy, after all kinds of hardships, quietly stepped into a new "world" junior high school with curiosity on a sunny and sunny day in Wan Li. He hesitated at first, but then he threw caution to the wind and simply committed himself to the other side. ...

This little boy is me.

When I was a child, I often heard people say that junior high school life has both happiness and sadness. Entering junior high school, I deeply feel that junior high school life and junior high school study are intertwined with bitterness and joy.

Bitterness in study: Busyness and pressure have become indestructible good brothers, which have been pestering me. Whenever I am overwhelmed by study, they encourage me to stand up, but they seem to ridicule me and laugh at me being overwhelmed by a little problem. Soon, I stood up again ...

The joy of success. It makes me work hard and make unremitting efforts. How many times, how many times, I sailed in the vast sea of people, trying to reach the other side. When I arrived, I felt comfortable physically and mentally. I felt the joy of success, but I didn't know that there were countless failures and successes after this success. I work hard, I hope to succeed forever, and I will never work for my life. ...

It is more fun to have pain in learning. If we choose between giving up the right to learn and getting rid of the difficulties in learning, we will understand how happy we are to enjoy the right and opportunity to learn.

Learning is bittersweet for each of us. Because learning is a process of inquiry and discovery, we need to overcome difficulties and study hard. It is also in this process that we constantly find ourselves overloaded with happiness.

When we discuss the joys and sorrows of learning, do you know that in some parts of the world, there are still some children who have lost the opportunity to go to school because of war, poverty and disease, and their eyes are full of thirst for knowledge. Being out of school has left a heavy shadow and irreparable regret in their lives.

When we gradually understand the mystery of the world from our study, when our curiosity is satisfied in our study, and when we discover our potential through our study, the joy of learning will overflow in our hearts. Paying attention to the world around us, we will find that there are more interesting phenomena and problems in life, which need us to explore and discover constantly.

Junior high school life, I fully understand me, and finally grow up.

At night, the clock kept ticking, passing by bit by bit until 10. I lay in front of my desk, picked up a pen that was almost out of ink, and wrote and drew, as if I would never stop.

As soon as my eyes were closed, the homework on the desk, as well as that kind of fatigue, drowsiness and pain, whirled around me. The neck is too stiff to move. From here on, I, gradually began to hate learning, learning is really too tired.

The alarm clock rang and the sun secretly rose in the east. Everyone envies it and likes it, but I am most afraid of the red sun rising, because it means a difficult day is coming. I was sleepy at this time, and my mother's crying woke me up from my dream. I barely washed my face. After that, he lazily took out his book, dragged his tired figure and walked listlessly to school.

When I came to school, I was infected by the sound of reading, singing and laughter. My spirits lifted up. I should say "bye-bye" for what I said yesterday.

Back in the classroom, laughter masked my fatigue. I have integrated into the new study. The teacher's lecture sound is like that beautiful bell, sometimes brisk, sometimes urgent, incredible. In music class, naughty and lovely notes pop up from the rhythm of dancing, which is music that only our hearts can hear. In our hearts, it is a day when we can never play enough, and a moment when we can never get tired of playing. How beautiful. At this moment, fatigue and complaints vanished and flew to the outside of the cloud nine. A heart can't fill my heart with joy, only a sweet smile can fill my heart with joy!

There are pains and joys in learning. Only temporary pain can bring permanent happiness.

Time flies like running water. In a blink of an eye, I will bid farewell to my three-year junior high school life.

Every time I think about it, my heart can't be calm for a long time. Looking back, I felt sad that I didn't pass the exam, proud that I got high marks, revelry with my classmates, and loss of friends.

I can't forget how happy it is to rack my brains for the verification of a geometry problem and solve the problem; I can't forget that several students discussed a math problem together and argued with each other, which simply hurt the harmony between students, and finally I had to find a physics teacher for arbitration. I can't forget that in the evening self-study class, the students pointed out the country and were full of anger at the Iraq war. As a result, they were punished for running on the playground for disturbing the class order. Although they tasted the bitter fruit they picked, they were happy in their hearts.

Junior high school is a season when boys and girls dream a lot. My dream is to be a basketball player. To this end, I gave it all my spare time. In summer, after lunch, I went to the playground with several classmates. The burning sun shines on us, but even so, it can't stop our desire for basketball. As a result, our homework could not be finished on time, but was warned by the teacher.

Dreams often conflict with reality, so we should make the right choice and face the reality. In order to have a way out in the future, basketball has to give up temporarily and put time and energy into homework.

Three years in junior high school is like a movement written by bitter music, and the above is just a small fragment of the whole movement.

Friend, do you want to embrace the bitterness and joy of junior high school life?

The sky in September is as clear as our mood. With a bright vision for the future, we have stepped into the threshold of junior high school. Unexpectedly, I am already a freshman. In a blink of an eye, I have been studying in junior high school for more than a month. Ask me what my impression is this month. In short, junior high school life is tense, busy and hard, but there is joy in suffering.

In the first few days of junior high school, I was full of curiosity and couldn't put it down. Language, mathematics, English, history, geography, life ... that beautiful words, exquisite illustrations, interesting knowledge ... all of them firmly grasped my heart. I looked through this book and that book, and I really felt a little wandering in the ocean of knowledge. Like a lark, I tell my parents about the new things in school as soon as I get home, and occasionally show off one or two newly learned English words in front of them.

But it didn't last long. The homework assigned by the teacher is gradually increasing, including English words, poetry recitation, extracurricular reading and research study ... Facing a pile of books and workbooks on my desk, I get up in a daze before dawn every day and mumble to the books; Like a "night owl" at night, I can't sleep until late at night.

So, I had to say goodbye to star albums and CD players, and even the TV rolled aside to enjoy the rare leisure before. In order to conquer ABC, I bought a repeater at home, and I held it like a baby every night until it was boiling hot.

Life in junior high school is very bitter, but I also enjoy it. When I recite a string of words, solve a series of math problems and learn a text, I will feel that my efforts have been rewarded, and my heart is full of My Sweetie's desire for new knowledge, which keeps me looking for new knowledge. In class, the teacher's reasonable lectures brought us to the treasure house of knowledge and the world of seeking knowledge, which constantly broadened my horizons and enriched my imagination. What a pleasant thing it is!

Ah! Junior high school life seems to be a bittersweet time.

Students, what do you think?

Bitterness and pleasure are always inseparable. There is joy in bitterness, and there is bitterness in joy.

In fact, bitterness and joy are like day and night arranged by nature. Without the light of the day, there would be no darkness of the night, no tranquility of the night, no noise of the day, so we live in sadness and happiness, pain and happiness.

Flowers bloom and fall for more than ten years, and I am looking for this "bitterness" more and more deliberately. In the dead of night, I will open my heart and listen to the long sadness tone from the erhu; Will come up with "clear sand". Qiu Si, to experience the loneliness of Tianya travelers; I will open the love tragedy of that department and let tears wet my eyes. I will sigh for a fallen leaf; Will frown all day for a setback

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But it all comes from my happiness. In fact, we all have a pure land in our hearts-simplicity and tranquility, which can only be found when we are happy and can only be experienced when we are happy. It is because of suffering that we find ourselves happy. Sometimes we need to comfort our hearts with "bitterness" instead of "joy".

I experience my life in the alternation of joy and pain. I am still addicted to the sad thought of "asking how much sorrow you can have, like a river flowing eastward", but I also find that this kind of "bitterness" is also an unspeakable beauty, because it is full of hope and happiness.

Inadvertently selected a picture: a camel standing on the desert in Jinjiang twilight. The black outline seems to be the condensation of sadness, and the lonely camel seems to be telling helplessness. But when I sigh in this sadness, I find happiness in it-that is hope. In the ethereal world, golden red is rendered, and the shadow of hope is precipitated with black. This is a kind of hope that is set off in nothingness, never warm and never bright, but it is the purest hope, which will breed the purest happiness. All this comes from the refining of "bitterness".

"Life is like a play, and play is like life". Both need to be interpreted with bitterness and joy. Otherwise, we will not laugh for simple happiness, let alone be moved by simple suffering. It is because of pain and happiness that we learn to be calm in a sunny day and see the light in a dark forest of sadness.

We are happy because of suffering, and we will also look for suffering because of happiness. Pain and happiness, so we have a life.

The composition of junior high school with the theme of Bitter Music 6 has been sung through the ages, and its reputation has touched four foreigners. -Bai Juyi

At night.

I knocked on the nail house in the prosperous Tang Dynasty alone to appreciate the sufferings and joys of the poets in the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

They came to me from a distance. ...

"Zhumen wine stinks, and the road is frozen."

The snow all over the sky made the world desolate. War has immersed the people in tears. "They shouted as they ran, pulling your sleeve, and their sad voices floated into the sky!" Faced with the erosion of the cold wind, people are not good at expressing their pain and indignation. They can only express their dissatisfaction with troubled times with tears. Because they are weak. Those salty and sour tears are the boiling blood in people's hearts, the heartbreaking roar in their chests, and the unchangeable sadness in life. "Petals fall like tears, and lonely birds sing their sorrows." He saw the sadness of the world. Only with his thin hands can he dip in the sadness of the people as thick as ink and write his worries. Finally, shed a cloudy tear and remember the sorrow of the people. "Between Andrew's mansion, there are ten thousand people in Qian Qian who are happy, and the wind and rain do not move. Oh! When did you suddenly see this house? It is enough for me to freeze to death alone! " He always pushes himself and others like this, always thinking of others. This concern is a simple feeling, a natural feeling, a feeling without any modification. And when he thinks of others, he is also a poor man. On his way home at the age of 59, he died of poverty on a boat in Xiangjiang River. No one knows, no one mourns. Only the surging river can't stop beating, washing away the unforgettable grief and indignation in his heart.

"Drinking crazy songs and living empty, who is arrogant?"

Grey lone star, revealing the window lattice, tassels brushing the window. He stood alone in the moonlight until, holding up my cup, I asked the moon, sang to the wine and drank 300 cups. Drunk, crazy with wine, he dipped in ink and spilled Jiao Mo full of alcohol on the paper. Drunk, the moonlight soaked the golden urn, filled his field and lost the wind. "Have you seen how the water of the Yellow River flows from the sky to the sea and never returns? You can't see the lovely hair in the bright mirror of the high room. Although it is silky black in the morning, it has turned into snow at night. " River of no return, unstoppable, life is short and small, just like a drop in the ocean. "Cook a sheep, kill a cow, sharpen your appetite, let me, three hundred bowls, a long drink! "His boldness of vision is like a surging river running eastward, like a galloping horse. Wine into luxury intestines, seven into moonlight, the remaining three into firm but gentle, embroidered mouth half full of Tang Dynasty. He looked up at the sky and saw the vastness of the sky, the freedom of birds and the brilliance of the rising sun. He, running with a torch, lit up the splendid civilization of the Tang Dynasty. ...

In the long river of history, their sufferings and joys have never been forgotten. ...

Life is like a palette, which renders the scenery of every day with colors such as emotions and sorrows. We can see the colors of joy and happiness, and we can also see the colors of trouble and sadness. My biggest worry is that I have a headache at the back desk.

The table behind me is "Slow Snail" Li Chong. "Slow snail" is the nickname of Li Chong. He always works as slowly as a snail, and always looks like a snail with his head down and his back hunched, hence the name. The "slow snail" walks not only like a snail, but also like a thief. In everyone's words, it is as timid and guilty as stealing 800 yuan from others. No one in the class likes him, and no one wants to sit next to him. Unfortunately, he became my backstage supporter.

The Slow Snail is very irritating. He either dozes off or hums in class. He doesn't know what the teacher asked him to do. He kept kicking me behind my back and asking me questions. Really annoying! This slow snail is still very unreliable. Last time, the teacher asked the front and back tables to cooperate in the experiment. We arranged for him to bring scissors, and I made three circles with different radii. As a result, he didn't bring it twice in a row, making me stand for half a class. I can't do anything about this slow snail! The most unbearable thing is that he likes to step on my bench leg in class and keeps shaking, which makes me upset and unable to attend class normally. I have negotiated with him several times, and he has the cheek to ignore me, even calling me crazy, which makes my lungs explode!

I racked my brains to improve the bad habit of this slow snail, but it didn't work. I asked my classmates for help and they all said he was hopeless. I told my mother my troubles and complained that I never wanted to sit in the back row with him again. Mom asked me to think about his merits. I thought about it. He really can't find any other advantages except good temper. Mom says this is also an advantage. If I can help him correct his shortcomings, he will have more advantages and teach me how to help him get rid of his bad habits. Mom said that it usually takes three weeks for a person to form a habit, so let me stick to 2 1 day in a friendly manner to remind him of his bad habits. I insist on doing what my mother says, what's more, this slow snail really got rid of the problem of swinging his legs on the bench. His little progress gave me a sense of accomplishment. I am happy for the progress of Slow Snail and for my own success!

This is the pain and joy in my life. It is like a cup of green tea. The entrance is bitter, but after the bitterness, it leaves a trace of sweetness and fragrance in the throat.