A ray of sunshine shines obliquely on the earth, and the fragrance of flowers is refreshing. Walking in the antique pavilions surrounded by green trees, a child is struggling to find the source of love under the intersection of fresh beauty and traditional culture.
Looking back at that time, I thought about the word "love" and always thought that love was hard to get. So I came up with the idea of looking for love and started a great journey.
I spent the whole day thinking about this idea, but in the end, I got nothing. I was so depressed that I collapsed on the sofa and didn't know where love had gone. My mother smiled and reminded me, "You just don't know what love is. Don't think too deeply about love. You will find love everywhere with a normal heart. "
The next day, when I walked to school at a brisk pace, there was a breeze blowing on my face. I brushed the broken hair from my forehead and suddenly looked up. I found that the layers of green leaves were shining in the sunlight, and the broken shadows were reflected on the ground. For an instant, I wanted to dance on the mottled residual shadows. I suddenly wrote a poem in generate and gave a natural description of the scene, which I couldn't write in my composition. I feel very warm and comfortable in my heart. I think: this should be love, this is the love that nature gives to all of us!
Walking up the stairs, I saw a classmate running in the corridor with a lot of homework, and accidentally fell down, and the homework in front of him was scattered all over the floor. A teacher happened to pass by. Seeing this scene, he immediately lifted his little classmate up, helped him pick up the scattered books, and asked him with concern if he fell and hurt, reminding him to pay attention in the future. The little classmates thanked them again and again, and they looked grateful. I think: this is also love, this is teacher-student love.
At the end of the day, I am full of harvest, and the stories on the road can't be finished for days. Mother listened and nodded approvingly. Ah, it turns out that mom's reminder and praise are also love.
Children who are resting in the shade of trees are in full bloom and quietly leave with the breeze. This is a place to get love and return it.
Excellent junior high school composition of about 2.600 words.
Another Sunday, in the morning, the sky began to turn blue slowly. The weekly composition training is coming again. My mother prepared something for me, grabbed the steering wheel of the battery car and began to make a "sprint" at any time. I got on the battery car and said, "Mom, let's go!" " Mom stepped on the accelerator and set off.
I don't remember when it started. My mother has been riding a battery car for a long time. Every time she sends me to school, she always sets up a big rectangular umbrella in front of the steering wheel. Whether it's sunny or rainy. Anyway, as long as she sends me to school, she will do so. Wan Li is cloudless and sunny today. On the wide street, only the big umbrella in front of my mother's steering wheel is still so conspicuous. I looked at my mother's big blue umbrella, and I couldn't help but flash across a question in my mind: What's mother doing with an umbrella in such fine weather? Yes! What are you doing?
When I arrived at Mr. Zheng's composition cram school, I was still puzzled, and the problem was getting bigger and bigger, which almost occupied my whole brain. "Well, I'll stop here first. Let's start writing! " Teacher Zheng's words interrupted my train of thought. I looked up at the student who was writing a composition. I can't help but panic. Finally, I got through it ... I went home and forgot to eat and sleep, scratching my head and racking my brains, but there was still no perfect answer. No way, I have to put this matter aside for a while and go to eat.
Soon, another week passed. It's Sunday in a flash. When I finished writing my composition and wanted to go home, it began to rain. It's raining harder and harder, and the beads of rain fall like dog teeth. Knock, knock, knock, knock. Slowly, the umbrella was moved back by my mother bit by bit ... finally, the umbrella covered me all over, but my mother was soaked like a drowned rat.
Suddenly, I understood that my mother was trying to keep me from getting wet! For many years, I haven't been able to find an action that can represent maternal love. Now, I have found it-it is the love of my mother under the umbrella on the battery car.
In fact, love is right beside me.
3. Excellent junior high school composition is about 600 words.
It really takes three days and three nights to talk about the "glorious deeds" of our classmates. Everything deserves my admiration: "Good cow".
Dance master
After the tense monthly exam, the "New Year's Party" finally came. Many students performed programs, and what impressed me most was that several boys were "exactly the same" as the original female group dance. The boy standing in the middle of the "stage" was a little at a loss when the music started. They looked around and tried to "copy" it, but they all thought so. Eye to eye, the music rang for a long time, until no one moved when the music was high. They jumped up, squatted down, made a few "OK" gestures, and raised their hands above their heads, just like monkeys having a ball, which really made people have to say.
maestro
The most anticipated thing in a week is music class. As soon as the bell rang, the students lined up in the corridor to go to the music classroom. We learned another new song in this music class. The teacher ordered several dormitories and sang together. This is really "the sound of nature". The piano sounded and they all sang hard. I can't wait for the whole world to hear their "wonderful" songs. One of them sang too hard, which caused a burst of laughter, and the other one was deliberately funny and memorized. Dubbing the vegetable market is sure to win the prize. What a cow!
sports star
This section is physical education class, as always, running twice in a group. A classmate in the back row may want to be lazy, or the narrow space may limit his action, and the PE teacher noticed him. Imitating his strange running posture is another burst of laughter. The PE teacher said, "Run once every three minutes. If you can't run back, you can add another lap." I saw him roll up his sleeves and stand on the runway, stumbling. "I'm back, alas, more than a minute, four minutes, and then run a lap." After a while, the PE teacher said to the panting students, there is no way. The "sports star" ran around the 400-meter playground again. I have to say, it's awesome!
4. Excellent junior high school composition is about 600 words.
Beginning of winter less than half a month, chill can't wait to land in Beijing. The sun lazily refused to come out. A few yellow leaves were scattered on the dry branches, and the bleak wind blew away the dead leaves, revealing dark brown branches.
I was walking in an alley, the residents' doors were closed, the cyclist behind me honked his harsh horn, and the pedestrians beside me were in a hurry and hit me with the wind. The brick wall in the alley is mottled and dim, revealing a coolness.
I have an overbearing mood in my heart. I sighed deeply and moved on ... Suddenly I heard a clear and loud cry:
"Sugar-coated haws! Sweet and sour, crispy and delicious! "
It sounds like a drum, clear but sincere. I raised a little interest and followed.
At the end of the alley, I saw a car with a stall, and my eyes lit up: the car was big red, which stood out against a brown-gray background, and various colorful candied haws were inserted on white foam columns. Bordeaux is hawthorn; The pink one is strawberry; The light red ones are cherries ... all bright colors, which make people warm. Looking back at the brick wall that just felt dim, it is actually very cute.
I bought a hawthorn to eat. I stared at it after my uncle took it off. With so many colors, I especially like the red color of hawthorn. The crimson color outside is covered with a layer of gold icing. As soon as the sun shines, the small pimples of hawthorn sparkle with the help of the golden coat, which is beautiful.
Bite one in your mouth, it still smells familiar! The entrance is the sweetness of icing, as sweet as honey. Bite down and the hawthorn is slightly sour. When a person is in the stomach, slapping is sweet. Just a gourd makes my heart turn, makes me satisfied, and has a warm feeling in my heart.
There is a mother and son on the road in front of the stall, but the little boy is only in grade one or two. Seeing that their sugar-coated haws can't walk, I looked up at them with glowing eyes. His mother gave him a push, and he shook his head and said nothing, pointing to the candied haws. Mom bought him one, but he didn't catch it directly. Instead, he regarded the candied haws as a treasure, took a careful bite and smiled contentedly at his mother. I couldn't help laughing: Isn't this me when I was a child?
I walked home with the sugar-coated gourd, but I felt a little warm in this cold weather. I looked at the candied haws again. It turns out that I enjoyed the warmth in this cold winter in Beijing!
5. Excellent composition in junior high school is about 600 words.
Being indifferent and unfriendly to strangers and disabled people seems to be a common problem in our society, but what we have accepted since childhood is to keep a distance from strangers and beware of deception and begging by some disabled people.
However, last winter vacation, I gave up this idea.
In June+10, 5438, I participated in a winter camp and organized everyone to go to Beijing to play. When I arrived at the entrance of the hotel, I was greeted by the cold of Beijing with snowflakes in the air, and my body trembled in response.
When I arrived at the room, I felt "hungry and cold" and suggested to my friend, "Let's go down and have a look around and find a special restaurant to eat something. It's still warm."
My proposal was quickly approved. I said, "Don't worry, I'll locate my mobile phone first and look for the latest delicious food." Soon, the results came out, and there was an alley near us.
Walking into the alley, I saw a beggar. A friend of mine wants to go up and donate money. I grabbed his clothes and whispered, "Don't worry, wait and see." At this moment, suddenly a middle-aged man patted me on the shoulder: "Little classmate, this man is a liar. Recently, we cheated a lot of money in the alley like this. Don't be fooled. "
Our group left at once and went into the restaurant. Although I ate a lot, I never felt warm. I wonder in my heart, that man is really poor, not pretending.
With full of questions, we walked out of the restaurant and saw a young man quarreling with the middle-aged man just now. The young man said angrily, "He is disabled. Why don't you help him? " The middle-aged man said, "It's none of your business. There have been many such swindlers in our hutong recently, and you don't know! " "
Without saying anything, the young man walked into the restaurant with the disabled in his arms. Our eyes are moist, and there seems to be a warm current in our hearts. May this beautiful, bright and elegant flower of friendship remain in the world forever!
6. Excellent junior high school composition is about 600 words.
The world is big and has everything. Our class says it's big or not, and it's small or not. This palm-sized place can be described as the Eight Immortals crossing the ocean, each showing his magical powers.
When it comes to "cow", a name "person" immediately pops up in my mind. As the name implies, she must be a man!
Look! Jing began to fraternize again. After lunch break, the students rushed to the teaching building as usual. A Jing strode forward with a splayed step and thrust Jia Xin into her arms. It's really a scene of "overbearing president"! "Schwab, are you mine?" Jing quipped very Uber. "Neither men nor women can!" Jia Xin answered helplessly.
Walking to the front of the classroom, Jing handsomely reached out and pushed, and the poor door was slammed on the wall by Jing. I feel sorry for the pain in the door. A Jing went to his seat, patted the table and said to the boy sitting in his seat, "Brother! Excuse me, will you? " I don't know if it was because of that "brother" or her domineering, but the boy left without saying a word. It's really "for both men and women"!
They all say that they are "cows", and of course they must have a temper! At the beginning of last semester, Xiaoqing, No.4 in our dormitory, was suspected of tinea. Somehow, the dormitory made such a frightening statement that tinea is contagious. Jing took Xiaoqing to the infirmary without saying anything. After a long time, we regret it. Then, I quickly ran to the infirmary. Sure enough, Jing is bickering with the school doctor! "You are quick to help her see if ringworm? Is it contagious? Do you need to go home to see a doctor? " A Jing asked a series of questions in one breath. The school doctor seemed impatient: "Her parents have medicine for her. What do you care if you are an outsider! " How can you be so "fighting" and just about to step forward, but fortunately the driver stopped you, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable!
On the contrary, Chen in our class is terrible! "oh! Damn it! Compared with an orchid finger, Chen has swung back and forth a few times like a fairy, which makes people intoxicated, but at first glance, he is a man! This scene can give me goose bumps all over the floor. There are such charming men in this world!
Our class is like a Shenxian Cave, each with its own style. Men are seductive and women are domineering. How can there be such "awesome people" in this world?
7. Excellent junior high school composition is about 600 words.
I sat at the window again, and the strong sunshine came in, so I had to close my eyes. Hehe, it's so beautiful. There is no pain of separation, no worries about employment, and no regrets about making mistakes. ...
Once, the sky was as blue as it is now, so transparent, as clear as a lake, as deep as the sea, oh! I saw white clouds flying freely again, plumes of them, sometimes light and sometimes thick. Once, I thought clouds must be made of natural silk. The color is pleasing to the eye and the shape is puzzling. Once, I liked its beauty. Now, I like its freedom and carefree.
Once, I talked with a pen pal about what's going on in the world. We both love blue sky and white clouds. She said from different angles: "flowers are beautiful because of green leaves, and it is precisely because of the boundless decoration of the sky that white clouds are free."
Once, I loved butterflies, although it had wings that could not fly over the sea. Linhai: On the head side, snow-white waves hit, looked up, and big white clouds swam away. When butterflies fly calmly and fearlessly on the rocks by the sea, in an instant, a large number of butterflies float down. I admire them and their indomitable spirit.
Once, a friend agreed with me on the shore that we would come back and get together in 10 years. Looking at the sunset, I can't help but sigh: an old friend has gone thousands of miles, and this scene is full of flowers! Three years have passed.
Once upon a time, there was too much giving up and too much helplessness. Some people say: it is the past tense, but I know its name is once!
8. Excellent junior high school composition is about 600 words.
In my heart, there is a beautiful scenery that gives me some comfort when I think of her-grandma's shabby mud tile house. Occasionally, some sparrows and pigeons will rest on the roof, and there is a rusty chimney next to them. At noon and in the evening, there will always be wisps of white smoke, just like a fairy with a little owl Tingting, flying gently into the sky and slowly disappearing.
This scene seems to have taken root in my heart, vaguely, but stubbornly engraved in my heart.
In winter, whenever I go home, grandma will stand on tiptoe wearing old cloth shoes and a red scarf, at the door, looking at the end of the road, hoping that I will appear soon, but the road seems so far and so long. ...
That day, when I arrived at my door, I saw my grandmother hobbling from the river with a bundle of firewood on her back, wearing a red scarf and holding the rope for binding firewood. When she saw me, she was surprised and said, "You came back so soon. You didn't come when you went out just now. Come on, come in, it's cold outside ... "Grandma said, took the firewood into the kitchen and pushed me into the bedroom.
I moved a chair, sat at the door of the house and looked at the chimney outside. After a while, the pale white smoke rose slowly again. I went out and stood outside the kitchen, watching grandma pick up firewood with a veteran like bark, put it on her lap, break it off and smooth it, and then send it to the kitchen. Looking up, grandma's eyes were wet with tears and slightly yellow. I thought: this must be because it was smoked. ...
It's very cold today, and the faint white smoke on the roof floats into the air, blending with the white clouds and the sky, but my body and heart are surrounded by my grandmother's deep love, and I don't feel the slightest coolness, but it is hot and warm.
"You go back and tell your mother, come here for dinner tomorrow, I package jiaozi. When you leave, take this Chili sauce back. Your brother loves to eat, and the exam is coming soon. Be sure to pay attention to your health. It's cold now. Remember to put on the coat I made for you when you go back, and be warm ... "This is grandma's words. Some people may feel verbose, but in my opinion, they are full of love.
After dinner, I had nothing to do. I flipped through the calendar, only to see a full circle: the 7th granddaughter's birthday, the 29th granddaughter's holiday,18th granddaughter's exam ... At this moment, my grandfather came in, looked at my calendar and said with a smile, "Your grandmother, circle this calendar every day, treat it as a treasure, watch it every day and look forward to your return. It's not like every time you come back, she's busy here and there, cooking your favorite dishes and cooking her best dishes, always wanting you to eat more ... "Alas, come back and see more when you are free.
Gradually, grandma's busy figure came to my mind. This picture is beautiful, like a rose. Between care, love and care, she bloomed a sacred flower, between wandering and pacing, its fragrance filled my heart, between hope and kindness, its seeds were planted in my heart, never dying and never dying.
9. Excellent junior high school composition is about 600 words.
In everyone's heart, there is a flower field: small seeds fall, take root and break ground, sprout and blossom, sway in the heart, never wither, bloom brilliantly, giving people warmth and hope.
On that day, the flowers in my heart bloomed. ...
It was a Monday morning, and the morning sunshine was infinitely beautiful. Pedestrians on the road are walking leisurely, but an eleven or twelve-year-old boy is rushing to his school.
This teenager is me. I ran anxiously and silently read: "I'm going to be late, I'm going to be late, I'm burning my eyebrows!" " "The watch on my wrist keeps reminding me that the flag-raising ceremony is about to begin. According to past experience, once the flag-raising ceremony is about to begin, hundreds of students will rush downstairs together. Only two stairs lead to the classroom. I'm afraid the corridor will be impassable. In that case, I will not only be late, but also miss the flag raising.
I speed up and want to get to class before people come. To this end, I also chose a road that I don't usually take. I want to go back to class early. Unfortunately, I'm still one step behind. When I was a few floors away from my class, my classmates all came down. From bottom to top, I saw a dense stream of people, which seemed endless and slowly walked down.
At the moment, only a few people and I are going up and thousands of people are going down! However, unexpected things have happened, and the road up and down is still very smooth. I can't believe I keep going up at a low speed! I noticed that every student who went down, intentionally or unintentionally, leaned to the right and leaned again!
How shocked my heart is, as if I heard the sound of flowers blooming. I know, because I abide by the rules, the flowers in my heart have blossomed.
A drop of water can reflect the brightness of the sun. Don't do it because of small evils, and don't do it because of small goodness. postscript
10. There are about 10 excellent junior high school compositions with 600 words.
Love, like a clear spring, moistens my heart, and grandma's love for me has been flowing in my heart.
Driving in the country, opening the window, a familiar smell came to my face. Under the blue sky, there are green fields. Cattle are eating grass leisurely on the grass, and from time to time, they make a few Cleisthenes calls to accompany the farmers who are working next to them. In the distance, the green hills are like Dai, and the smoke clouds are lingering; There is a gentle breeze nearby, and birds are singing and flowers are fragrant.
When the sun was high and our stomachs began to growl, we arrived at grandma's house. The old house still stands there like a loyal servant, but it is slightly old under the baptism of years. Smoke billowed from the chimney on the roof. I think someone in the room must be trying to prepare lunch for us. I can't wait to run over there. The little black dog who dozed off at the threshold suddenly stood up, with bright eyes and lively and cheerful running towards us, jumping up and down and barking. It is like a naive child, welcome us.
When I entered the room, the familiar fragrance floated from the kitchen, and a long-lost figure appeared at the kitchen door. That's my grandmother, who is sixty years old and loves me the most. Grandma smiled and put her arms around her waist and said, "Finally." Grandma, I rushed over. She quickly wiped her hands on the apron and gave me a big hug. At this time, I obviously felt that my grandmother seemed to have lost a little weight. It was such a thin body that supported the whole family.
"Hurry to the table and have dinner at once". There are pots of steaming food on the table, and we can't help getting excited. Looking at the rough bowl full of all kinds of dishes I like to eat, grandma kept picking up dishes for me: "I remember that you liked my firewood best when you were a child." Yes, in the past, when my grandmother cooked, I always lit a fire for her. When the rice was delicious, I couldn't wait to get some rice from the cauldron to satisfy my appetite. My grandmother always smiles and calls me "little greedy cat".
Time always flies in laughter, and the sun will set in a blink of an eye. Looking at the fiery sunset on the horizon, it's time for us to start again. When I was leaving, my grandmother rummaged through the boxes at home, filled the trunk with her own fresh vegetables and a bag of my favorite crispy rice, which she had specially collected for me for a long time. Every time she made it, she put it in that shabby lunch box and sealed it, waiting for me to take it back.
In the afterglow of the sunset, we drove home, and the familiar figure stood at the door for a long time, getting smaller and smaller, becoming more and more blurred. ...