There is also an extra ninth grade composition 1. I want to introduce a girl named Hanzi. I don't know why she should be called a cold child. I guess it's because she looks like a classmate, but she doesn't know what to do in it Although Hanzi's sports performance was poor, her outstanding performance consolidated her position in the class and naturally became the monitor. Hanzi has no charming appearance, but she is very close to the boys around her, especially the "pig head" sitting behind her (nickname given by Hanzi).
Pig head is not a pig head. Its height is 1.8 meters above sea level, and its basketball skills are super cool. Can you call me a pig? On the contrary, he is a super optimist, and any pain can disappear after 20 minutes.
Pig doesn't like Hanzi, but Hanzi is a little attached to Pig, especially to a boy who doesn't do well in class.
This is an unusual afternoon. After careful consideration, the teacher arranged Hanzi's seat in front of the pig head. At that time, in Han Zi's mind, Pig was just a boy with simple mind and developed limbs, and had no other feelings. In the eyes of piggy, Hanzi is a very good girl.
However, in the self-study class on Friday. Hanzi couldn't keep quiet because she fell out with a good friend (a boy) that morning. She went to ask her friend what was going on, and her friend only said: boys have thick jeans. She never understood the meaning of this sentence. The surging emotion made her choose to give a note to the pig, which read: Is the boy's heart really rough jeans? Pig's answer: That's your girl's prejudice. In fact, our boys are also very careful. In this sad afternoon, the pig gave her the warmest words. Hanzi no longer thinks that Pig's head is a boy with simple mind and developed limbs.
In a blink of an eye, Christmas arrived. Hanzi decided to send a greeting card to the pig's head, which read: adding edge is the continuation of edge, subtracting edge is the starting point of edge, and multiplying edge by edge is the infinity of edge, except that edge is the only edge. It is our fate to sit together. May fate last forever! A few days later, Hanzi received a reply card from the pig's head, which read: May we all study hard together! Cold-blooded emotion surge, think pig is a very serious boy.
In the later days, the relationship between Hanzi and pig became better and better. Hanzi told the pig everything, and the pig always listened carefully. In the eyes of piggy, Hanzi is a lively and cheerful girl. Hanzi is willing to hide her indifference and be a lively and cheerful girl in the pig's heart.
I entered a colorful ninth grade with extra ninth grade composition 2. I have more calm thinking, calmly face the problems in life and calmly deal with interpersonal relationships.
Looking back on the eighth grade, I used to be so unscrupulous that I wouldn't leave my poor exercise book alone in the corner when I encountered problems. When I heard others commenting on me behind my back, the little flame in my heart kept burning, and finally I lost control and quarreled with others regardless of the consequences. When you do an examination paper in the examination room, you only look at the first half of the question, throw away the second half directly, and then solve it at the speed of lightning speed, never looking back. ...
So every teacher said anxiously, "You can't do this. You don't pay much attention to the exam. When you take the exam, you should calm down and do the questions carefully ... "
Every teacher's words often beg for mercy in my ear, but for me, who has always paid little attention to details, this is more terrible than "casting pearls before swine"
Now I'm in Class Two, Grade Nine, and I've discovered the colorful life in Grade Three, but "a leopard cannot change his spots". The teacher said that we are the best students, not only with good grades, but also with good moral quality.
As a student in this class, I want to get rid of my irrational "problem". I've started to change. When I encounter a problem, I can calm down and try to solve it through the guidance of my classmates or teachers. I didn't do well in the exam, so I can meet with a happy mood when I hear others say. Then encourage yourself to say, "Come on, I can do it." When facing the exam, I can carefully examine the questions and insist on writing.
Now, I have changed from a child who does not consider the consequences to a teenager who can do things calmly. When I was in the ninth grade, I treated everything calmly. Changed me to deal with interpersonal relationships better.
In ninth grade, I learned to be calm. Because of my calmness, my life has become more exciting.
I was a lively and cheerful child when I was three hours old. I always like to befriend people, so my popularity has always been good. However, such enthusiasm and cheerfulness often have bad situations. For example, my excessive enthusiasm makes people find it difficult to understand. This further led to my lack of friends and made people around me feel uncomfortable.
Something happened in the sixth grade of primary school, which gradually changed my character from enthusiasm to reserve. It was no big deal, but it left an indelible impression on me.
It was a rainy day with a downpour. I don't have an umbrella, so I can't go home. At this time, I met a female classmate on the road. I hurriedly asked the female classmate if she could go home with an umbrella. The female classmate was frightened by my sudden conversation. After a while, she felt very anxious and left a sentence: "I'll give you an umbrella. I'll go home in the rain!" "
Ah! At that time, I felt like I had been struck by lightning, and suddenly I was silent! From then on, I gradually reflected, and it was not until I was in the ninth grade that I suddenly realized that I could not ask every classmate to have a good impression on me. For those students who don't particularly like me, I should be reserved.
I have an extra ninth grade composition. I stepped down from the fluffy skirt when I was a child, put down my old doll, and occasionally combed my girl's braid. With short hair, sportswear and canvas shoes, I am smiling at the mirror at a 45-degree angle. In the ninth grade, I became very mature.
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Mature in the eyes.
"It's 5 o'clock, or you'll be late if you don't get up." Early in the morning, I was awakened by my mother's lion roar. I immediately washed my face and combed my hair while I was still asleep, and the sound of brushing my teeth rang accordingly. There is also a photo of me when I was a child on the bathroom mirror. Inadvertently, two selves appeared in front of my eyes at the same time, and I found that I had changed so much: hairstyle, clothes, expression ... I was so cute and naive when I took off that photo, but that was all in the past.
Mature and deeply rooted in people's hearts
After school, I dragged my tired body home, tried to open my schoolbag and began to do my homework like a mountain. But there is a lot of noise outside the door. I suppressed my dissatisfaction and went out to have a look. My mother didn't know what she was busy with, and she struggled to move the monster, her legs shaking step by step. I couldn't help walking towards her. My mother quickly said apologetically, "Sorry to disturb your study, right?" However, I grabbed what my mother was holding and said, "Mom, I will come here to raise my daughter in the future." Mother blurted out: "Shen." Therefore, I said with great dissatisfaction, "You can do anything, why can't I?" My mother looked at me in surprise and then gave me a long-lost smile. It's so beautiful ... I carried it to the warehouse in one breath, and my mother looked at me and smiled even sweeter. When I returned to my room, I vaguely heard my mother whisper, "My daughter has grown up." With an impatient expression, I was pleasantly surprised, and the pain of the hand holding the pen passed away. I smiled smugly, and a series of beautiful characters were drawn from the pen tip. In the ninth grade, I was very mature.
I really changed a lot in the ninth grade, from the inside out. Who knows, this girl who is writing an article was naive before? In the ninth grade, I gained a mature and confident smile, and I strode towards the future.
There is a ninth grade composition 5, "A year's plan lies in spring, and a day's plan lies in the morning". I'm in the ninth grade, and I don't want to be more perfect. But "everything is difficult at the beginning", how easy is it to change? So I want to take action and get rid of the control of the three "demons".
Hotbed "devil"
Everyone has the heart to stay in bed, but I want to quit. On the first day of the operation, I started a "life-and-death struggle" with the hospital bed. The alarm clock tinkled. I open my eyes, tighten my nerves, exert my strength with my abdomen, and try my best to get rid of the bondage of the pillow, but where will the warm and soft pillow take me? It binds me in a warm body and wraps me up. I thought to myself: so I dragged it back into my dream? Absolutely not! So I took a chance and finally lost control. I stood by the bed and looked at the clumsy quilt proudly. Pillows fell in front of me like losers. I shouted: "the hotbed demon has been defeated, complete the task!" " "
Food "devil"
This time, it's a war between food and me. First of all, the sauce meat, first of all, exudes a refreshing fragrance to seduce me, just as my chopsticks approached it, the vegetables next to me suddenly alerted me. I quickly put chopsticks on the table and put three-leaf vegetables on it. Looking at the depression of sauce meat, braised pork ribs challenged me again. It makes my eyes full of bright colors, and its fragrance is overflowing. I closed my eyes and meditated, then put a broccoli in my mouth and chewed it. Since then, the gourmet army has sent out sweet and sour fish, pork elbows and fried chicken wings in turn ... while I am still meditating and concentrating on eating vegetables, broccoli, tomatoes, cucumbers and so on. Until the end, I proudly shouted: "the god of food has been defeated and completed the task!" " "
Sleepy "devil"
In the ninth grade, the study task is heavy, and it is inevitable to stay up late. So, "sleepy" challenged me. As night fell, there was silence all around, and sleepiness came as scheduled. I tried my best to keep my eyes open and head down, immersed in math problems. Later, I became more and more sleepy, but with the support of various problems, I finally got to the appointed time. So I stood up resolutely and shouted, "sleepy head, the war ... has been defeated!" " "
Everyone has different degrees of procrastination. Taking action instead of procrastination is the exclusive secret for me to get along with the ninth grade!
One more ninth-grade composition, and the wind came quietly. ...
Wake up the sleeping leaves, it wakes up, and the wind whistles in my ears from time to time, which makes me wrap my clothes tightly again. Although it is shaken by the wind, it has no complaints and no words. I looked up at the leaf that seemed to have run out of oil and light. It's leaving. Why is it still so energetic? Isn't it afraid of death? You don't say! There are creatures who are not afraid of death. No one wants to leave as long as there is life. Maybe someone or something in the world is attached to it.
The leaves were blown more violently by the wind. Maybe if you don't waste a little effort, it will go with the wind, and then its life will draw a perfect full stop? Oh, doesn't it have anything to miss? Beautiful scenery? Are you happy? Life?
I still just look at it. I really hope that time will stop, everything will stop moving, and that leaf will hang on the branch forever, even if it is dying, even if it stays for a minute. ...
Alas, God has no mercy, and the wind blows cruelly. Just then, the leaves fell. I thought it would leave reluctantly, but I didn't expect it to drop sharply. Is it as fast as leaving the mother tree? The darkness of life is unbearable, and even the life of nature is not spared.
I was silent, so I had to sit under the big tree and think, and inadvertently picked up a leaf that fell to the ground. It's weathered, and some parts of my body have been eroded. Poor me, compassion is flooding again. Perhaps the life span of leaves is too short ... On second thought, the bottom of leaves has added fertile soil to the soil and extended the prelude to life in the coming year. This is not for itself, or even for death.
I showed a faint smile, which is not the gloom of life, but the other side of life. I can't tell you how happy I am. My heart is as sweet as honey.
I have an extra ninth grade composition. Looking back on my growth path, I suddenly found that I had more peace in the ninth grade.
After entering the ninth grade, I have a new hobby, that is, I like the rain, especially the inch with my teacher. Whenever it rains, I will stay in front of the window sill with everyone and enjoy the peace brought by the rain. I have almost forgotten some fragments of my busy life, but I clearly remember that whenever it rains, my teacher will "nag" about it.
A north wind blew and dark clouds covered the whole sky. At this time, the teacher will take me to the window and wait quietly for the heavy rain to pour down. Some teachers are still mumbling: "coming, coming." I saw raindrops as big as beans falling from the sky, hitting the ground and hitting the window, making a "snapping" sound. The whole world suddenly became much quieter, like a wise man, lost in deep thinking. At this time, everyone will say to me: "the impetuous earth has expressed a lot because of the rain, and so have people." You are in the ninth grade, so you need more peace and more' downpour'.
The storm didn't last long. Soon, after the rain, the earth came back to life. At this time, the teacher used to nag me again: "Look, after the quiet, it's clear sky Wan Li, and so are you. The quieter, the more exciting. "
Gradually, in the ninth grade, I got used to this busy life and tranquility. With this peace, I have accelerated the pace of growth.
To tell the truth, I didn't know what peace was at first. But when I entered the ninth grade, I stood up again and again when I encountered difficulties, and never gave up when I faced setbacks again and again. I began to understand the teacher's good intentions and why she enjoyed the rain and dew with me as soon as I entered the ninth grade and "nagged" me.
These nagging are my greatest wealth in the ninth grade. Whenever I am anxious, I will think of the' downpour' inside; Whenever I don't have the courage to face difficulties, I always think, "After the silence, it is a clear sky in Wan Li."
Now, because the teacher is busy, she has no time to enjoy the rain with me, but her "nagging" has been put into my life bag and has become the source of my soul.
Whenever it rains from the sky, I will enjoy the peace to the fullest. ……
I, looking back on the road of growth, suddenly found that reading the ninth grade gave me more peace.
I have a composition for the ninth grade. By the ninth grade, I was more mature in the face of failure. ...
The winter days are gray, even at noon, there is no warm sunshine. My heart is pounding with a basketball in my hand. In the cold weather, I broke out in a thin layer of sweat, trying my best to calm my inner tension and stabilize my trembling hands. With a whistle, I rushed out. Blink of an eye, the disobedient basketball hit the post and fell back into my arms, as if hitting my heart hard, and my heartbeat missed a beat.
I trembled and couldn't catch it. I could only watch helplessly as it rolled off the sideline and ran frantically to pick it up. Three fouls, no result. For the first physical education model test, write a zero first. I feel wronged in my heart, but I can't express it. At this time, the same failed classmate came over and said softly, "I am in the ninth grade." Grow up. " On the way away, she gave me a sunny smile. Yes, by the ninth grade, I should be more mature.
I quietly walked to the edge of the venue, sat on the floor and looked up, while counting the new buds of poplar trees and calming myself down. The tears that just poured into the eyes were dried by the cold wind. I comforted myself in a low voice: "The result has been like this, and you can't change anything." Gradually, the cold and silent heart gradually got the temperature, the heartbeat and the original rhythm. The more mature kind needs to be honed before it can be fully revealed.
Looking up, there are two figures opposite, one tall and one short. The exam is over. That classmate asked the teacher with a ball just now. She smiled and asked the teacher for some points. There is hope in that eye, I hope I won't make the same mistake next time; There is also a desire, eager for knowledge; There is a calm, the past is over, and we can only seize the present. I was deeply moved by such eyes. The so-called maturity is exactly the case.
I also pulled myself together and stepped forward. Suddenly, I feel that a small sapling in a forgotten corner of my heart is growing rapidly, growing with high energy and flourishing leaves. In the ninth grade, I gained a maturity, which was almost forgotten by me. When I faced failure, I really found it, watered it and nourished it.
This maturity has long been stationed in my heart. Only when I encounter setbacks can it grow and I mature. Just like unfrozen fruit is not sweet, I was more mature in adversity when I was in the ninth grade.
When I was in the ninth grade, I gained a maturity, which will accompany me through every time in my future life: "If there is no road, there will be another village." I cherish it and appreciate it.
In the afternoon, the sun is shining. This time, I dribbled successfully, one second faster than the perfect score. ...
When I was a child, I always thought that the ninth grade, which was about to face the first big exam in my life, was far away from me, but time flies. In an instant, I have entered the ninth grade from a small head.
Test papers, textbooks, textbooks in an orderly way from my eyes, let me overwhelmed. The ninth grade is very busy and makes people feel nervous. But it is in this tense state that I feel full and confident in the days when I keep brushing the test papers.
When I first entered junior high school, no matter how hard I studied, my grades were not sharp in my class. Therefore, I feel uneasy-I am afraid that the teacher is not interested in me, that my parents are worried about me, and that I am disappointed in myself. When I walk in the huge junior high school campus and look at the seniors who are taller than me, I will feel afraid that I will accidentally provoke them and bring unnecessary trouble. Therefore, I always hide in the classroom alone, sit quietly, and my thoughts are floating around.
I'm afraid to take part in extracurricular activities. At the sports meeting, when I watched the athletes sprint wildly on the field; On the stage, when I watched the performance of art students vividly; On the radio, when I listen to the announcer's standard Mandarin; On the national flag stage, when I watched the speaker constantly changing his mood and tone; In class, when I watch my classmates actively raise their hands to answer questions ... I sincerely admire them, so I don't want to improve myself like them. But I always miss opportunities again and again because of my inner self-denial.
Now, I have successfully entered the ninth grade, and I am no longer the freshman who always likes to deny myself.
Walking on campus, all you can see are younger brothers and sisters who are shorter than you, and your face is green. I feel like I've grown up in an instant. I can walk confidently and I am not afraid of anything! Now, I'm fully prepared for the stressful life in the ninth grade. I will seize every opportunity to show myself and will not deny myself again and again. I will study hard, record my progress and never give up. I will actively seek advice from teachers and constantly improve myself ... because I have gained more confidence since I entered the ninth grade. I have signed up for two activities of the school sports meeting, and I will do my best whether I win the prize or not.
I have successfully entered the ninth grade for one month. This month, I felt the tension and fierce competition of the graduating class. But this time, I'm not afraid of anything. I will let teachers and classmates see another me, a different me, a confident me!
Another ninth-grade composition, 10, unconsciously came to grandpa's yard in hot summer, and the scorching sun was shining overhead, which made me and my friends who came to the countryside for vacation a little worried. Where to play? Hey, I got it! I went upstairs with a whoosh and everyone was shocked. I knocked on the window and shouted proudly, "Next, I will bring you a trapeze show!" " "
Everyone has discouraged me, and I have no idea. The psychology of pursuing excitement still pushes me forward.
So, I hugged the trunk carefully and put my feet on the branches. I was about to slide down, my feet were empty and I was at a loss. My friend screamed and I even shouted for help. "bang!" Oh, why did I stop? As soon as I saw it, I was hanging from a branch, and my grandfather came running with a ladder and saved me safely. Look at me again. I'm already in a mess.
This incident taught me a profound lesson, which made me dare not be reckless again. This year, at the age of fourteen, I have to face another "major choice". My brother and I are riding bicycles, facing the downhill before us. The angle of this slope is really worrying, but my brother grabbed my sleeve and swayed from side to side, looking at me with begging eyes and saying, "Brother, please, promise me that we can rush down and play!" " "He said, pointing to the downhill in front of him. In fact, I am as excited as my brother, but watching my brother and I ride bicycles can't help but make ripples in my heart. I thought: what if I don't stop and roll over? It wasn't a black eye, and the result was unimaginable. It's hard to explain when you go home! After a moment of calm thinking, I resolutely said "no" in the face of my brother's pleading. Later, we had to get off and slowly push downhill, and there was a feeling that I couldn't stand going downhill. Only then did I deeply understand that I was more calm and helped us, and I would not try to stimulate my youth's ignorance and recklessness.
Nowadays, whenever I encounter a choice, I am no longer like before, but look at it calmly and think twice before acting.
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