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Excellent composition in the second day of junior high school
In daily life or work and study, many people have had the experience of writing compositions and are familiar with them. According to different genres, composition can be divided into narrative, expository, practical and argumentative. So have you ever studied composition? The following are my excellent compositions of Grade Two for your reference, hoping to help friends in need.

Excellent composition 1 In the autumn when the sun is not poisonous, we embarked on the journey of national defense education.

On the school bus, everyone is excitedly discussing national defense education. Maybe I'm the only one who's been thinking What if I can't get along with my classmates? What should I do if I do something wrong? One idea after another popped up, reminding me of when I first started school. They all make me afraid and uneasy. I have to admit, I'm really afraid of new things, and I'm afraid of a future different from what I imagined.

However, it seems that national defense education is not as terrible and difficult as I thought. Instead, I feel that my life has become full. Before the comparison, I seem to have grown up on the "independent" side, and I seem to know how to deal with the sun and the moon and accommodate the stars like the sea; Being able to do this is not a day's work, but through daily efforts and persistence.

I'm not the only one who trains day and night. Besides my classmates in my school and other schools, I also have some strange roommates. Actually, I'm not very good at communicating with people. I'm still a little uneasy when I hear that ten people will live in the same dormitory for a few days.

Because of my introverted personality, I didn't dare to talk to them a few days ago, so that in everyone's eyes, I was once considered an inaccessible girl. It can be said that I spent the last few days like air. But such a person who looks like air is taken care of by them in every possible way. I am even more flattered and help them like a "gratitude". In this way, I gained another most precious gift in my growth-that is, the happiness brought by friendship.

Six full and happy days suddenly passed, thus ending silently. We are leaving, leaving the instructors who are strict with us and leaving this training camp full of happiness, hard work and sweat.

Goodbye, the most unforgettable memory in my life, I will always remember it. Goodbye, that scared and uneasy girl, I have become strong enough!

Excellent composition 2 of the second day of junior high school This Spring Festival, I was lucky enough to go home with my parents for the New Year. When I came here, I found it really lively and happy to spend the Spring Festival here!

On New Year's Eve, relatives and friends came back from all over the country. After eating some rice at noon, the adults began to get busy, some made paste and wrote Spring Festival couplets; Some sweep the yard; Have a plenty to pack jiaozi's ingredients. We children are the happiest, running around and making trouble everywhere. I saw my father put red blessings and couplets on the door seriously. What interests me is that there are red numbers on the doors of every household here. Later, my grandfather told me that these house numbers all represent good luck, so they are essential for every family. When I saw the adults chatting and wrapping jiaozi, I also crowded to the table to wrap jiaozi with the adults. Soon, my face and clothes were covered with white flour, and my grandfather drove me away. I put on my new clothes quietly and looked around in the mirror to feel the happiness of the New Year in advance. After dinner, my brothers and I set off firecrackers and played for a while. A minute passed, and at twelve o'clock, the bell rang to welcome the arrival of the New Year, and there were lively firecrackers everywhere. On the first day of New Year's Day, my brothers and I went to pay New Year's greetings, and the adults also walked in small groups on the path in their hometown. Everyone says "Happy New Year" to each other. We harvested a lot of sweets and our pockets were full.

In this beautiful festival of Spring Festival, people gather in their hometown thousands of miles away, not just for a meal, but the most important thing is to bless each other and pass on affection, friendship and nostalgia to each other.

Fatherly love is often the most easily overlooked.

My father, an old man who can no longer be ordinary. He is the most important person in my life. He gave me not only the most selfless fatherly love, but also his dry tears and endless sweat.

Students in Grade 8 are faced with a hurdle to enter Grade 9 and a life history test. Everyone has entered a tense review stage, and I am no exception. I grew up in a rural family, and my family is not bad. My old father, who is nearly fifty years old, braved the scorching sun, wind and rain and worked hard.

Only a few thousand dollars salary can support our mother. My family saved money to send my sister to college, and now the whole family is pinning their second hopes on me. I feel very stressed and depressed. The only person in my family who will get angry is my old father. Every time I get angry with my mother, I yell at my father. Ironically, every time I scold him, he still keeps smiling and makes people angry.

I remember it was a winter in primary school, and the wind was biting outside. Almost everyone is in a warm bed at home, but my stupid father is sweeping the street outside to clear a passage for pedestrians. Strangely, this road goes straight to my home, and there is no passage anywhere else. I didn't take it seriously, and I didn't know the deeper meaning until I remembered it.

Gorky said: "Father's love is like an umbrella to shelter you from the wind and rain;" Father loves like rain, washing your soul for you; Father's love is like a road, accompanying you through your life.

When you are afraid, fatherly love is a stepping stone; When it is dark, father's love is a lamp; When tired, father's love is a bay of life water; When working hard, fatherly love is the spiritual pillar; When successful, fatherly love is encouragement and vigilance.

On both sides of the winding narrow path, at first glance, there is endless gold. Full ears of wheat hung their heads, the breeze was blowing gently, and several green plants swayed slightly.

Soon, it was dark, with dark clouds and thunder and lightning.

A few drops of soft and moist water dripped down, and soon another drop fell down. Then more frequently, one after another, one after another. Pearls as big as the eye of a needle are woven into a tight encirclement. Re-enter the size of a cow hair. Hua, Hua. Beads of rain, the size of beans, fell heavily on the ground, splashing around. The wind somehow, manic and gentle, whirring. Leaves rustle, as if welcoming the arrival of autumn rain, and as if angry with autumn wind.

The path is spotless, the wheat sucks the sweet rain and dew, and the grass washes away the dirt, which is glorious and moving. Raindrops fell to the ground, the dry soil became soft and moist, and the fresh smell of soil came to the nose. The withered branches have sprouted, the willows are shaking their slender waist and their long hair is falling on the water.

I don't know how long it took, but a touch of dusk fell on the earth. The dark clouds dispersed, the bright sunshine enveloped the earth, and it was a warm scene.

Naughty little drops of water churned up and down on the lotus leaf, and wild lilacs on the grass were in bud. Butterflies are dancing, and hardworking bees are busy in droves.

The leaves fell, the grass turned yellow and the flowers withered. Is autumn really a symbol of sadness? Why did the ancients like to write autumn so bleak and bleak?

No, it's not. As Liu Yuxi said in his autumn poem: "Autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times, and I say autumn wins the spring tide." Leaves fell and woven into a soft carpet. The grass is yellow, which indicates the arrival of new life. Thank you for the flowers. There is still time to bloom again.

Autumn is the harvest season. Look! Farmers' uncles are smiling and reaping their hard work. Every household is filled with a satisfied smile.

Listen! Here comes the good news of the cuckoo. The fruit on the tree gives off an attractive fragrance.

Migratory birds in neat rows overhead are flying towards their homes.

Excellent composition 5 On the second day of junior high school, did you find a familiar face on the crowded road? Have you found beautiful pearls in the boundless ocean? Have you found a glimmer of light in the long night?

If you look hard, you will find the uniqueness of everything. Although ants are not as powerful as elephants, there is a lot of unity and efforts in this small ant colony. As long as you have a pair of discerning eyes, you will find that life is always beautiful.

The bright sunshine kissed the dew of dawn. As usual, I walked to school while humming a song. However, today's songs are not very nice, which may be due to last year.

Last music lesson: The teacher asked each student to sing a song in class. As for me, I have no clear voice, no impressive face and no courage to show it. When I was a child, I was most afraid of singing in front of everyone. I always hid around my parents like a shy little oriole. Now, how I wish time could pass slowly, or, or let other teachers take this class away. But it's not for me to decide.

Bad luck has finally arrived.

What should I do? Or pretend to have a stomachache! However, I don't want to be a dishonest child.

The students sang one by one, although some of them were out of tune, but they all showed it boldly. It's finally my turn! I stood up slowly, my face rose like a red apple, my voice trembled and my hands were wet. I looked up at the teacher slightly. She smiled at me and then at my classmates. The childish face is full of expectation.

It's no big deal. Sing! I sang at the top of my voice and found that the more I sang, the easier it became. Finally finished singing, I heaved a sigh of relief. At the moment, the flowers outside the classroom window are smiling at me, and the big tree also gives me a green thumb. At the moment, I feel as if the whole world is cheering for me.

One night, the spring breeze came and ten thousand pears blossomed. Just like the pear flower, after the spring rain, I will no longer be silent, and I will fully bloom my brilliance, even if it is only a little.

That beautiful day, let me find: look up, life is so beautiful!

Last summer vacation, my mother and I went to catch snails in the wild. We set off with a snail net and two big bags.

When we came to the field, my mother rolled up her sleeves, rolled up her trousers, took off her sandals and went to catch snails in the field. I squatted on the ridge to watch snails. Look! Here is a snail motionless in the field, as if basking in the sun; There are two small snails. They are trying to climb to Ye Er, as if they are on a swing. There are three or four small snails chasing and playing here; Several big snails get together, as if discussing national affairs; and ...

I was watching snails when my mother suddenly called me, "Linlin, get my pocket quickly!" " "When I heard the shouts, I quickly showed her my pocket. After a while, I couldn't help it, so I asked, "Mom, I want to come down and catch some snails, too, okay?" "

"No, you will trample others' seedlings!" Mom is very determined.

"Oh, I promise I won't step on, you let me catch a few! Ok? " I pleaded.

"No is no!" Mom still won't give in.

Finally, under my persistent pestering, she finally hit me and had to promise to let me catch some.

We were catching it when a farmer uncle came from a distance. He came to the field and saw us bending over in the field. He smiled and asked me, "What are you doing, children?" ? How did you get into other people's fields? Be careful to step on other people's seedlings and make you lose money! "

"Catch snails!" I replied.

"Catch snails? All right! Snails, bad things, only eat seedlings. If you catch them, they won't eat seedlings again. You're killing pests for seedlings! Ha ha ha ..... "Uncle said, and left with a smile.

I listened to his words and thought, you bad snail, how dare you eat seedlings? See what I can do to you! I started scratching again. Soon, my mother and I caught two whole bags of snails. We take snails home to feed my ducklings. The ducklings are having a good time. They keep calling, "Quack …" as if they still want to eat!

Self-confidence is the secret of success, and self-confidence is a key to open the door of wisdom. A confident person can overcome the infinite power of difficulties. One should have an unconquerable heart and indomitable will to achieve his goal!

I used to be a complete singing idiot. My parents have to send me to learn to sing. However, many music teachers "kicked me out" after numerous "tortures". Finally, my mother sent me to the music teacher Huang, and I was surprised to find that I had made great progress. Teacher Huang is a kind old man with a beautiful and gentle voice and bright eyes that make people feel approachable. At first, I was too timid to sing loudly for fear that other students would laugh at me. But she often asks me to sing, but no matter how I behave, he will say that I have improved. So, my heart is full of a feeling that I have never had before!

At this time, I found myself changed and became confident, and my parents also showed an incredible feeling. I will hum a tune after school; Singing children's songs to the night sky before going to bed; I also sing loudly when I have time. When I felt this, a great force lurked in me. Therefore, I have made great progress. I feel that I have sung a real song, and the cheerful rhythm is slowly flowing, filling my whole heart!

By chance, I participated in the "Children's Music Competition" and achieved good results. When my friend asked me, "How did you make such rapid progress?" I replied: "This is the power of self-confidence!"

The power of self-confidence can overcome everything! Friends, show your confidence!

Someone once said, "Everyone is a readable book." At first, I just thought it was interesting. Think about my family carefully, and I know that this sentence is particularly reasonable.

Grandpa is a book full of youthful vitality. I remember one time, I drove home, passed by the park and found a familiar figure among a group of people. Slightly curved back, glistening beard, smiling face forever dangling in the picture. That's grandpa! Still dancing! I listened to the slow rhythm and looked at his body. It's really like grandpa regaining his youth in the bright sunshine. ...

Grandma is a book full of love. Once, I got full marks in the exam and came home. I happily showed my grandma the test paper. Grandma's rough hands touched mine again and again, her eyes were fixed on the paper, and a smile hung on her wrinkled face: "I'll get something delicious!" " "Then she went into the kitchen and looked at her limping steps and agile movements. I think grandma is really a book full of love. ...

Needless to say, dad must be a computer book. Who told him to love computers so much! For the computer, he can't sleep well, can't eat, and even go home! This is entirely because: a few years ago, a computer was installed in the unit and my father became an administrator. No, he is in charge of everything, big or small. My father changed from a "computer illiterate" to a "computer nerd", and now he talks endlessly about computers. I often say to me: "Never tire of learning, never tire of computers!" " " ……

Where's mom? This is a story book. No, it should be an ideological textbook. I have listened to her stories since I was a child; When I grew up, she also taught me a lot from words and deeds. I remember that time, she went to buy a newspaper and came back with an extra copy. Without saying anything, my mother immediately sent it to my uncle who sells newspapers. It was raining, and my mother just ignored it. She walked out of the house and muttered, "To tell the truth ... don't take advantage of others ..."

Thinking of this, I remembered a famous saying: "There are many books around me. If you find them, you will learn a lot ... "

After dinner, when the adults were still sitting at the dinner table drinking and chatting, I was already sitting in front of the TV early, waiting for the "Spring Festival Evening", because only by watching the lively Spring Festival Evening, I wouldn't fall asleep. Grandma said that if I didn't keep my birthday, I wouldn't get lucky money.

Tuned to "Central One", the party began, regardless of the program, just watching the stage effect, I can't help but admire: "This stage is getting better and better!" You see, the vertical column next to it is full of laser reflection patterns, which are varied. The stage that can rise and fall is even more bizarre. As long as the stage rises, water will gush out from below and a rain curtain will fall on it. It is really poetic!

My favorite sketch is Dream Home. What? Haven't you heard of it? Gee! "Why?" How classic! This has become a buzzword this year! But "why" will become a buzzword. I wonder if it is "why?"

However, the torchbearer activities are not so exciting. The Story of Xiao Cui written by Song Dandan and Zhao Benshan in previous years and the torchbearer's activity this year are both exaggerations and inspirations, which make me feel lack of originality. Although new Olympic elements have been added, it is still a bit old-fashioned.

First, a "Chrysanthemum Terrace" swept the country. In 2008, Jay Chou, which was famous all over the world with a song Blue and White Porcelain, was my favorite. Fortunately, I can hear this song this Spring Festival Evening. I can't help but say to Jay, "You are so talented!"

What moved me most was A Military Wife Going to the Island, what made me most proud was Snow Disaster Recitation, and what made me appreciate most was Flying. ...

In a trance, I have been standing on the big stage of the Spring Festival Evening, wearing a red Tang suit and performing my famous cramp dance for the national audience. ...

"Wake up, it's already eleven o'clock. It's time for lunch. "

I rubbed my eyes and immediately realized, "No, I can't keep my age." My lucky money will be ruined ... "

Immediately, I opened my head and there were four or five red envelopes lying under it.

Ha ha! Thank god.

10, excellent composition in Grade 2, returned to grandma's house, and other brothers and sisters also arrived. Soon, mom and dad began to give out red envelopes. As long as we say hello, dad's red envelope will be available. But according to previous years' experience, my mother's red envelope is not so easy to get.

Sure enough, my mother took out a big stack of red envelopes and a big stack of pieces of paper and said, "You can take my red envelope with your skill. I have 23 questions here. You can pick out the questions to answer. If you have the ability, you can finish my red envelope. " We listened, and everyone was eager to try!

So, we began to draw questions in order from big to small. First, Sister Huang Siyao drew a question: When should we celebrate the Spring Festival? Sister Huang Siyao thought about it before answering: New Year's Eve. Mom said happily, "Yes, today is New Year's Eve." She was immediately given a red envelope. Then, it was Yang Chen's turn. She drew a question: What activities did the Spring Festival originate from at the end of the ancients? Sister Yang Chen thought for a long time, but didn't come up with an answer. Everyone was a little worried, so she clamored for help. Uncle said, "Sacrifice the ancestors." Mom shook her head. Aunt Ling said, "Sacrifice to heaven." Mom still shook her head. My uncle said, "That must be a celebration." Mom smiled and said, "What are we celebrating?" We all discussed it. Finally, we finally came up with the answer. Sister Yang Chen said happily, "This is to celebrate the bumper harvest and pray for good weather in the coming year!" Mom smiled and nodded, and immediately sent a red envelope to her sister Yang Chen. How happy she is with this hard-won red envelope! Next is Brother Huang Baosheng, Big B, Fine B and me. The question we drew was relatively simple, "Why do you want to eat jiaozi in the New Year?" "Say five New Year greetings" and "Sing a New Year song", and we succeeded in saying that we got the red envelope. Then we will draw questions and receive red envelopes in the order just now. Some topics, such as riddles, are more difficult, and everyone has to think together to come up with an answer. Finally, Fine B and I got six red envelopes each, Sister Huang Siyao got eight red envelopes, Sister Yang Chen and Brother Huang Baosheng got seven red envelopes, and Big B got five red envelopes. How happy I am!

The excellent composition of the second day of junior high school 1 1 grows like a diary, and every page records the joys and sorrows of our growth. One is like a string of pearls, and each string has a story of our growth. Everyone's growing environment is different, some people grow up in happiness, some people grow up in ordinary, but I grow up in a honey pot.

Now I'm in grade two, and when I think back on my six-year life in primary school, I'm always immersed in happiness.

I was seven years old in the first grade of primary school. My mother helps me get dressed every day, holding my hand on the way to school. When you arrive at the school gate, you will be told every time. I must be good today!

By the second grade, I was eight years old. My mother still took my little hand to school as before and told me at the school gate that I must not be naughty today! I smiled and nodded yes.

In a blink of an eye, I am in grade three and nine years old. My mother will never take my hand to school again, but walk beside me quietly, because my mother wants me to understand that the future road depends on me, and she will not hold me for a lifetime!

By the time I was in the fourth grade, the place where I separated from my mother every day was no longer the school gate. My mother has slowly begun to let me learn to be independent, and I also understand that I have to go my own way in the future.

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Time flies, six years of primary school students have passed, and now I won't hold my mother's hand and say to her, "I am at school today …" and my diary has become my close "lover".

With the growth of age, it is no longer my mother who accompanies me to school every day, but my friends and classmates who live under the same blue sky every day.

I took a casual look at my mother a few days ago, only to find that my white hair should have fallen on my mother's head, and wrinkles were quietly climbing up her face and cheeks. ...

Now I'm a sophomore. I don't know why my relationship with my mother is not as good as before.

Mother is getting old. Should I hold her hand and go with her now?

Excellent composition of the second day of junior high school 12 "Flowers are the smiles of the earth." Even if he can't bring you good luck forever, he can still hold up a sunny day for you. This is a smile.

There is no smile in this world. Whether it is a tiny bug or a smart human, there is a smile. If the body is the body of life, then a smile is the soul of life. Smile is different from other smiles. It is the purest and most valuable smile. Smile at sleepiness, smile at study, smile at life, be kind to others and look at life, and you will find how interesting, wonderful and unforgettable the world is.

Smiling is a virtue. The difference between an angel and a devil lies in knowing how to smile sincerely, which is a positive energy to purify the human body and beautify life, and a good blessing to others. A gentleman knows how to smile and have noble moral integrity, while a villain knows how to commit adultery. His quality is inferior. This is the difference between good and evil!

In the world, only by laughing can human beings have a peaceful and beautiful home. However, now the footsteps of laughter seem to fade away and the human touch gradually disappears. The greenhouse effect has brought warmth, but the world has not become "warm" because of it. Everyone seems to be competing for fame and fortune, losing the light of joy in their eyes, and no longer knowing how to smile, tolerate, listen, greet and treat others with a smile ... Human beings should have a bright tomorrow and a happy dream.

Everyone is born equal and free. Everyone deserves a smile and sunshine. Let's light up a China with a smile, light up the whole world, and not be a walking corpse, but a pioneer in the glorious course!

I worship nature, cherish the mountains and rivers in nature, and appreciate the birds and flowers in nature, because nature is the soul of human beings. I don't want to be like Wu Shu who retired in ancient times. I just want to be a traveler who yearns for freedom and appreciates the beauty of nature.

I am willing to travel all over Qian Shan, see all the green mountains and green waters, and visit the beauty of nature with a sincere heart. The sky is my broad belief, the earth is my infinite yearning, and the mountains and rivers of Wuyue are the pillars of my career. I want to know the cultural history of all parties and give my soul a sweet spring of purification.

I want to go abroad, go to the world, see the beautiful Lake Baikal, enjoy the romantic and fragrant Danish Rose Sea, and see the spectacular and mysterious ancient Egyptian city Luxor. This is my constant pursuit and my constant belief. I know that faith is my tenacious wing and hard work is my heavy armor. I am willing to fly straight to the blue sky and farther away to find my inner belonging. Therefore, let it be difficult and dangerous, and my heart is not afraid.

Even if I am old and tired, I will not change my love for nature, and I will not forget my dreams and pursuits. I just want to travel around this dreamy planet. I will give my soul to nature, melt my heart into nature and pursue a broader realm. If I come to the end of my life, I will sleep peacefully in the embrace of the nature I love and leave my love in nature forever.

Under a stout old tree, I am thinking about my dream. I heard the melodious songs of birds in the sky, which was their sincere encouragement to me. I was blessed by the sun and gradually changed and grew under the light. In this way, even if you can only watch the flowing water quietly, it is enough!

The flower of dreams blooms and the wheel of destiny turns. I'm ready to start my journey. I seem to see the dawn of a dream shining in my heart not far ahead. I feel the horn of success faintly heard in my ear. ......

The moon is particularly round tonight. I stood on the roof and looked at everything in front of me. Bright moonlight shines on the earth through dark clouds, and the scenery under the moonlight is like a layer of silvery white yarn, quiet and serene. The wind ran past me playfully, my hair fluttered with the wind, and my thoughts drifted away gradually. ...

I seem to have gone back to five years ago, when my parents were going to work in other places and had to put me in foster care at my grandmother's house.

Every time after school, I always see the old grandmother waiting at the intersection opposite the school gate. At this time, I will fly to my grandmother like a cheerful magpie, holding her calloused hand happily.

Grandma is a quiet person, so naturally she won't tell me too much. Although grandma doesn't like to talk much, she loves me as much as anyone else, and I also enjoy the happy time alone with her.

Grandma often cooks some delicious food for me, such as steamed bread and pancakes. At this time, I have been unable to wash my hands. I just took a big bite. My grandmother looked at me with satisfaction and couldn't help saying, "Eat slowly and be careful!" "

Maybe God is jealous that I have such a good grandmother. One morning in May, 20xx, my grandmother was ill and her family sent her to the hospital for treatment. I had a lot of operations, but even my grandmother's hair was shaved and not cured. The doctor said that the patient was in terminal illness, so let's take her home to rest. Grandma went home to continue treatment, but her health was getting worse every day.

Finally, on a full moon night, grandma passed away. Everyone cried in front of my grandmother's bed. I leaned feebly against the door of grandma's room, and my mind was blank. All I know is that grandma has left us. She has gone to another world and will never come back.

The moonlight is still so bright, but my eyes are already wet.

Excellent composition 15, grade two, I don't know when, time flies so fast, the words entered in a hurry are so small and the space is so short.

I suddenly wanted to see it tonight, but I suddenly saw 20xx's "Ordinary and Happy Day" and forgot. I read it in a hurry and felt very sad. How long has it been since I talked to my classmates on the phone?

That cool early autumn, standing on the balcony with a phone, listening to the students' comments, laughing heartlessly.

For more than a year, she has been rebellious, quarreling with teachers, parents and classmates, risking her life for idols, and we haven't spoken for a long time. In those days, she whispered like a kitten: "Talk to me for a while, just for a while, I'm really unhappy ..."

When the spring breeze blew on my face, I didn't find that it was no different from going to school on the way to review class, although it was a holiday.

Maybe the willows on the roadside have sprouted and the swallows have stood on the wires as notes, but I didn't see them. I just hung my head and hurried away with headphones on. Two point one line, home and school.

And I'm used to all this, and I don't think there's anything wrong with it.

Occasionally, the group will argue about a topic, and we will quietly quit.

It seems that learning is the only thing, and grades are king.

Maybe many years later, we will miss this period of time, which we have vomited n times.

In fact, there are several high school students who are more stressed than us. Usually rigorous and concise seniors suddenly talk too much. Maybe he is forced by the pressure of class placement, or maybe he is forced by the expectations of parents and teachers.

Some are incoherent, just recording the mood tonight. I think maybe I should write something carefully before school starts.