At that time, the 800-word composition: high school, the eventful years I spent.
Time flies like water, and the changes in spring, summer, autumn and winter also let us slowly discover our own changes.
In September 2009, there was no cicada singing. After a heavy rain, the air was a little more autumn and a little less summer heat. We stepped on the tail of midsummer and the head of cool autumn and entered junior high school.
In this age of excessive hormone secretion, we begin to write about the glory of youth. That's right. We are naive, but we have to put on coats that don't belong to us. We are as funny as clowns. Even so, I went my own way. Maybe that's youth, I think. The flowers in the greenhouse bloomed brilliantly in their junior high school. It's not perfect, but it's complete
Youth belongs to everyone. Mao Zedong, the first president of China, was also unruly when he was young; ? Guidance, inspiring words, the dirt of Wan Huhou "where is his youth? Orange Island? Our youth is in junior high school. It was an era of bloodshed and tears, an era when we turned feathers into butterflies. At that time, we were like a lost boat, with a storm waiting for us ahead. We became afraid, began to feel uneasy, and began to call it? Resist We are as helpless as lambs in front of wolves. We seem to be struggling in the swamp, some people are trapped in it forever, some people have found a way out, and finally, after the pain and injury, we begin to understand what is right and wrong, and what is right and wrong. We also have our own mature coats.
Light and shadow are like arrows, time is like arrows. There is only one vigorous figure in the classroom, and there are mountains of review materials. In the corridor, there was no figure of slapstick in the past, no expression of ignorance and fear at that time, and confidence was replaced. Youth has grown up, and it's time to fly. It's time for us to say goodbye to our once helpless self.
In June, early summer, we left. Under a heavy rain, we turned cocoons into butterflies. We set foot on youth on the first train in the morning and bid farewell to youth on the last train at midnight. Then, step on the next stop. That stop is called the future.
Those mistakes we made when we were young! Go with the midnight train, it's just a mistake we accidentally made in fear. Q: Whose youth is not confused? Whose youth is not scarred? Only when we make mistakes will we know what is true right and wrong and how to consider the consequences. Only by making mistakes can we grow up and cherish those who love me and those I love.
Youth is the most beautiful scenery I have ever walked.
During that time, the second part of the 800-word composition: the day when the leaves fell.
I saw autumn leaves falling on the branches, butterflies dancing wildly, watching butterflies in the harbor forest and listening to the music of leaves stepping on their feet. I can't help thinking of an autumn. It's the same autumn night, but people are different. It is the time when the leaves fall, and the golden songs are different from me, which also brings me to learn to face the differences.
Golden songs are my good friends. I knew the golden songs in the second grade and became good friends in the second phase of the third grade. At that time, we didn't know how to say goodbye happily every day and were full of expectations for the next day. We are inseparable and happy every day. And the fourth grade is coming soon, and the golden song is called lively! My brother and I just love to be a little awkward. For example, we argue about what color hair looks good and what ghost stories are scary. If it is the failure of the golden melody, soon, there will be? A vicious incident? It happened? Kidnapping a pencil box? 、? Put a schoolbag? These pranks give me a headache. Join the golden melody? Project Black Hawk? Wang Bingchao, Xiang Zhuoxi and Gong Minghui and I arrived at the same fortress. My pencil-box was kidnapped and was black and blue. While I want to cry, my friendship with Xiao Qu Jin is deepening day by day. We grew up playing.
Jin Qu is also my good friend. Once I didn't finish my homework, and some of them couldn't, so she copied it to me. I wrote it quickly and secretly pleased. In the evening, the golden melody said to me: don't you have a few questions that you can't do? Yes! ? Then I will teach you. Forget it! It's over anyway. This can't be done! If we are good friends, then you can hear me out and tell you the way! I asked you to copy my homework for emergency, which is a mistake in itself. If you don't correct it, it will be worse! ? Jin Qu looked at me seriously and added:? You are not good at math, so I can't hurt you! ? Tears welled up in my eyes: good brothers! ? Jin Ge also smiled. On the way to school, I shed laughter and math all the way!
Now the golden melody flies to the golden sea, and I am sitting in the town, across the Milky Way. Maybe this body will never meet again. But I still won't forget your golden songs. When Ye Er fell, you left, took away my lovesickness, but let my peace return to separation. When Ye Er landed, your departure brought me endless inspiration.
Where to send lovesickness? Maple leaves are red and green leaves are yellow. It's easier to be apart than to be together. How many leaves have fallen in the dream!
During that time, 800-word composition 3: childhood, that wonderful time.
Childhood is a blue sea, boundless, let us wander freely like fish, chase and fight, and enjoy the bath brought by clear water; Childhood is also a fragrant grassland, full of the unique fragrance of grass, let us run freely on the grass like a deer, play happily and taste the beauty endowed by green grass; Childhood, the ever-changing sky, is so wonderful that we are as hard-working as birds, but also make us stronger; childhood
When I was a child, my grandmother sent her to live in the country for a period of time, which was my happiest time. Our life is rich and colorful! Like hide-and-seek, catching fish, catching butterflies and so on. They are indispensable in every day, but what I miss most is the time when I dug the nest.
That day, my cousin called several partners and invited me to dig the bird's nest together. As soon as I heard this, my cousin and I set off happily. Under the big tree, my cousin watched the bird's nest warily like a thief. See if mother bird is here. After seeing it, he looked around the tree again, found a position that was conducive to going up and down, and began to dig the bird's nest. My cousin asked me to get eggs, and I climbed trees with my friends. Cousin works faster and faster, and there are more and more eggs in his hand. One, two or three eggs. I look at my cousin and receive them. Cousin, like a monkey, sometimes climbs up and down, sometimes grabs the trunk with both hands and jumps hard, and then jumps on another trunk, which is extremely agile; He was like a snake, fast and accurate, and stole a bird's egg without knowing it.
Suddenly, my cousin looked up and didn't want to bump into a huge hornet's nest. Suddenly, a bumblebee? Whoosh? It ran out with a bang. Seeing this scene, my cousin jumped down from the tree in lightning speed, took my hand and ran home quickly, shouting as he ran. The wasp is coming, and everyone is running to my house! ? As soon as my friends heard my cousin's cry, they immediately got out of the tree and ran to my cousin. We ran on the road, followed by wasps, and there was anger from time to time? Buzzing? Sound, we just want to run, even dropped a few eggs. When I arrived at my cousin's house, everyone crowded in and quickly closed the door and left it there. Buzzing? Facing the fierce wasp, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. My heart still can't be calm, heart? Bang bang? Jumping straight up, the scene just now still echoes in my mind.
After a long time, the wasp finally dispersed, and we sneaked into the kitchen to cook eggs while my aunt was sleeping. The eggs kept rolling in the water, as if celebrating our successful digging of the bird's nest. Congratulations? Dangerous? . When the eggs are ripe, everyone blows into the birds' eggs and peels off the eggshells, so they can be eaten soon. we? Giggle? I ate all the eggs at once and tasted a little sweetness. Because everyone eats too fast, some residual egg yolk sticks to the corners of the mouth. Everyone looked at me, and I looked at you, and I couldn't help laughing.
Although it has been a long time, the time spent with my cousin will be my best memory.
During that time, 800-word composition 4: The days I spent with you.
I met you one morning three years ago.
You are so beautiful. In late spring and May, the grass grows and the warblers fly. My favorite is the big poplar trees on both sides of the school gate. The morning light penetrates through the cracks in the leaves, and the mottled shadows are scattered on the forest vagina, which makes me think. There is also a musical fountain between the teaching buildings. As soon as the wind blows, water drops will float to you, and it will be refreshing if you can't escape; Of course, there are also Maolin bamboo trees, which lead to a quiet path. Every scene has gone through many vicissitudes, and every scene has made me addicted to it.
In this way, I did not hesitate to write your name on the volunteer form, Jinan Middle School!
I got my wish and entered your arms a month later. When I first arrived here, you gave me a week of military training. Watch? Bleeding, sweating, no tears, no peeling, no falling behind? Warning letter, with neat steps, I know you better step by step: I know your good intentions!
I like your truth. I used to look at teachers and think that teachers are the most conceited people in the world, as if they were always right and we were always wrong. Now when I see a teacher, I feel that the teacher is the most patient person in the world. For decades, I always faced a group of people who didn't grow up. Trouble maker? But every day I still take pains to remind them repeatedly, and I have to accept their teasing jokes from time to time. Perhaps this is your charm, so that teachers are willing to stay in your arms and face us with headaches! You taught us knowledge through the teacher's mouth, telling us that success in life has never passed through ups and downs.
I can always find my own bright spot here. From the very beginning, I presided over the class meeting and debated the contest, to the speech under the national flag, the student union election and every exchange with Taiwan, it was an experience. Here I know: life is to experience, to frustrate, to grow and to hone.
I have known you for nearly three years in a blink of an eye, and maybe I will leave you in the near future, so please don't be sad, please remember me, remember that such a girl once came to your side, loved you deeply, and spent her cardamom years with your care and company!