In the daily study, work or life, we always inevitably have to contact or use the essay, essay is a written form of expression of people's speech activities. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a good essay, and you'll be able to do that. The following is my carefully organized junior half-proposition essay (generic 6), welcome to read, I hope you can like.

Junior semi-proposition essay 1

The sun hangs to one side, his rays haloed open brilliant golden yellow intertwined with the sheer blue of the sky, and the soft clouds stirred ripples, the dust in the air slowly floating, painted a quiet and gorgeous sky, like the color of my palette, weaving sweet and sour.

At the age of six, I walked into the classroom for the first time carrying a huge painting box, the window was very high, the sun was very bright, I raised my head high, clutching the watercolor pencils out of breath, a lift and a beat, leaving a thick ink on the extremely white and sacred paper, admiring their own paintings, nodding frequently. When I was a child, I half-kneeled on a stool, propped myself up on the table with a strong hand, and let myself smile in front of the gradually clearing and shaping drawing. At the end, the teacher commented, one step, two steps, faintly skimmed over me, my radiant eyes instantly dull, trance-like look at her highly praised consummate painting, I died staring at the cluttered palette of dark blue, is the color of the heart, sour taste.

Ten years old, I carefully spread out the cicada-like rice paper, lightly holding the wolf hair, dipped in ink, wrist a lift, a beat, a wave, a raise, alone grinding for 2 hours, fingers have long been dizzy black, the teacher looked at, just a light shake of the head, the ink in the lines of my palm like the grip of the praises, which can only leave black traces, deep into my skin, flooded with the tip of the heart, the ink's bitter taste.

Thirteen years old, I was a man, a brush, an easel, brush brush mechanically playing the shadow, painted "black and white gray". Three meters away from the curtain on the still life as if to be seen through me, I stared closely, dead stare, legs have gone numb, I continue to play on the diagonal line diagonal line. The dark shadows seem to be reddening, and my eyes seem to be reddening, finally, I knocked over the easel, and the failures clamped in the back spread out one by one, and I was a little unsteady on my feet, and my awake nerves were drowned out one by one, and it was the taste of spiciness.

Fifteen years old, received the certificate of the examination, brilliant yellow cover, I smiled, between the teeth should be shining with joy, a few sheets of paper printed with my sour, bitter, spicy, my cherished memories, like honey paste in my heart is full of sweet, sweet taste makes me breathless.

I grew up hastily walked through the road, carefully tasted the taste, some let me suffer tears, some let me excited, but they are all new, new taste. It is the taste of my growth, while savoring, while growing.

Fine arts from childhood with me to the present, with my growth, I am in different periods of colorful, taste a hundred, like every different colors, with their own splendor, with their own sweet and sour taste.

junior semi-proposed essay 2

A winding countryside dirt road through an ancient village. Over the centuries, the simple townspeople here started from scratch, reclaiming a field on the barren loess slopes. Today, as far as the eye can see, the hills are already full of 'verdure. And in the verdant everywhere, there is a touch of stunning bright red, embellished with a different view.

He is a famous big man in the ten miles around. When he was young, he boasted that he wanted to become a great general who would ride the sands and marry his legendary beautiful female companion. When he first said that, he swore, but when he returned, he became a down-and-out cripple, full of silver hair, covered with mud and dirt, and his legendary fiancée also abandoned him.

For a long time, his deeds were widely rumored among the crowd, as if blown up by cannon fire. The rumors gradually spread, but he always looked indifferent, and never defended himself, as if he himself had acquiesced in what the villagers said.

One day, a family in the village set up a banquet. The famous family to invite over, he still did not speak, when the villagers happy gossip, he just a hard in the drink. After a long time again, the banquet will be dispersed, a dull hiss came from the crowd: "Wait, I will prove it to you, surely." People followed the sound and gave way to a place where a red-faced bad old man sat on the ground holding a bottle of wine. Haha, in an instant, relentless ridicule enjoyed half the sky, "Big brother you're drunk!" Another burst of laughter, a few villagers can not see the eye, walked up, to help him up, but he a struggle to stand up, sprinting away.

I don't know if it's a gamble, or if he really made up his mind. The villagers saw, he went up the mountain early every day, do not know what to busy, a few villagers curious to ask him, he said he wanted to plant a sea of flowers, which is his wife's unfinished promise. The villagers looked at the barren loess under their feet, sighed, and wanted to persuade him, but before they could speak, he jumped ahead and said, "You don't have to say anything, I know what you want to say." And after a long, long time, this barren soil, but miraculously bloomed flowers, bright red, very surprising.

And after a long, long time, he finally faced the sea of flowers, said the truth: he was in that war in order to save a backward veterans, unfortunately stepped on a landmine blew up injured legs, and his wife, in the long wait for lovesickness ......

It turns out that we, we do not understand.

junior half-proposition essay 3

Lifting the veil of mystery, revealing the true self, this moment, only to suddenly realize that life is so bland and strange. Don't know how to make life wonderful, don't know how to write a gorgeous life. In their own torture themselves, in the dissipation of the long years, I realized that I live is so empty.

After looking in the mirror, disgusting tears rolled down my pale face, and my eyes radiated that despairing light. "Hmph!" I pulled one corner of my mouth in a sneer. Have long been accustomed to, accustomed to enjoy loneliness in the silence, accompanied by sadness in the loss, praying for hope in the helplessness, in the helplessness to bear the panic. The mirror reflects the dim light, illuminating the pale face, mocking my despair. I grinned and realized that I was so insignificant.

A cold wind blew, I hit a shiver, "oneself so powerless, what qualification to go into?" I asked the heart in return, but the heart refuted: "Water dripping stone, because water has the power of perseverance; pestle and mortar grinding needle, because pestle and mortar has the way of perseverance. Those who think they are powerless, life will show you your powerlessness! Life is like a two sided sword, though it flips over and over with pain, we still have to choose the strong shield, ask me, I will give you the answer you want." I closed my eyes and slumped helplessly to the floor, remembering the times I picked my lamp for not doing well on exams, the times people satirized me and laughed at me while I, condescendingly, looked at them in silence, and the countless times I got up in the middle of the night and cried bitterly. My heart showed me my "walkabout theater", and I was surprised to find that there were no laughs, and my heart, thanks to my feelings, had grown terribly wrinkled. "No! No!" I suddenly shouted, the sound of despair hovering over the room again and again.

Once again, the sun came through the window, and I, was fixing my heart. My face was adorned with a circle of soft halo by the sunlight, and the whole face became vivid, wrapping and hiding the tears in my heart, letting them go to moisturize the heart, and holding the white clouds gently in my hands, soft and meticulous.

Right! Give a little bit of strength, let yourself bathe in strength, and set off toward the sunrise, I will: ""Leave a little bit of strength to yourself".

Junior half-proposition essay 4

Since I was a child, my relatives and neighbors have always praised me for being excellent and understanding. Knowing that time grandpa wore that brown overalls full of patches again, and remembered those things that made me unexpected, unexpected, really unexpected.

Every time I smell gasoline, I always think of my grandfather's past work, the work clothes full of gasoline. And I happen to hate the smell of gasoline, I always thought I could slowly accept, but I, after all, more and more hate ...... When I was a kid, I made a pact with my grandfather to take a shower and change his clothes when he got home. I pulled the hook with my grandfather, he smiled and promised, no matter spring, summer, fall or winter, he has always insisted. One winter day when I was in the third grade, night fell, and the cold wind, like a drunken man, wandered across the snowy plains and in front of every house in the town, sometimes letting go of its throat to roar furiously, sometimes panting wearily. The bare branches of the trees were shivering and swaying in the roar of the wind, and the moon seemed to hide in the clouds for fear of the cold. When Grandpa came back, he just changed his clothes and didn't take a bath, and his body still smelled of gasoline. I was a little angry, "Go and take a shower". But grandpa just smiled and said, "It's cold today, so I'm not going to take a bath, okay." I got angry and yelled out "You don't count your words! It's a puppy." Grandpa did not say anything, silently walked into the house, did not eat.

Grandma saw a big scolded me, "I did not think, really did not think. You are so ignorant, your grandfather all day so hard is not easy, you still so torture him!"

I instantly understood my ignorance, but also instantly understand my grandfather's great love for me, I ran into the house, crying and apologizing to my grandfather, with his hands constantly shaking his legs, my grandfather laughed, touched my head, and I went out to eat. Now, Grandma took out the overalls again and asked me, "Remember when you used to be, brutal and unreasonable." I couldn't help but lower my head in shame, silently fuming in my heart. I did not realize that I used to be so ignorant!

I did not think, really did not think, now known as a good boy I, before is so ignorant. Only we know what we did wrong, and only we know how much our families love us, time is not forgiving.

junior half-proposition essay 5

In the summer vacation of the second grade, I went to Huaguo Mountain with my mom, dad and sister, Huaguo Mountain is the second stop of our tour to Lianyungang again. Everyone knows that Huaguo Mountain is the home of the Monkey King, the Great Sage of Qi Tian. It is located in the development zone of Lianyungang, where there are the ruins of Changshengan, Mao Gong monument, the Water Curtain Cave, gold and jade bamboo forests, natural scenery and so on. Near and far, is a veritable tourist attraction. Came to Huaguo Mountain, first into the eyes of the Huaguo Mountain gate. Mount Huaguo door is purple sand clay molded, above na carved with a huge monkey king's head, exquisite God, but also exquisite. There are also many exquisite patterns on the doorposts, it is simply ingenious. Into the flower and fruit mountain park, look, pig eight ring and the Monkey King in welcome us. Riding in the car Huaguo Mountain, the first view of contact is the strange stone forest. The reason why it is called the strange stone forest is because these stones are very strange after years of wind and rain and artificial carving. When you see the introduction on the stone tablet below, you will be amazed. Stone monument on the roaring dog, Buddha's hand stone and so on, and the appearance of the stone is very similar, but also exquisite, unique. The most famous thing in Huaguo Mountain is the Waterfall Cave. It is located in the highest point of Huaguo Mountain Park.

The Waterfall Cave in the past no longer exists, and what you see now is an artificially made Waterfall Cave. The new Waterfall Cave consists of a stone cave and an artificial waterfall. Inside the stone cave, there is no light all year round and it is very cool. Inside the cave has been artificially decorated with beds, pillows and thrones made of earth, and tables and chairs made of rock. Outside the cave, a three-meter waterfall is very loud, the waterfall covers the exit of the Waterfall Cave, and falls straight into the pond before entering the cave. We even did the cable car. Sitting on the cable car looking down, all the way to the scenery as far as the eye can see, there are crystal clear streams, there are tree-lined forests, there are charming and delicate flowers and plants, as well as simple and harmonious countryside, so that I have a great feast. Unconsciously, the tourist festival lost, we have re-entered the gate of the mountain of flowers and fruits. We all hoped that we could go there again sometime. There were countless snacks there. There were spicy tofu, sweet desserts ...... That every day three meals have rice, spicy sweet and sour ...... There are all kinds of things. There is really a good place there!

Junior Semi-proposed Essay 6

When I first met you, I was eating in the dormitory, you and a large group of people pouring into the dormitory, not very conspicuous, not tall, mediocre appearance, but what caught my attention was your conversation. You sat there, a sad face look, talking about your less than ideal, pouring the bitter water in your heart, then your face looks so pale.

In the later contact, you are still full of bitter water like talking to me. You commented on the school's library with few books, the small playground that can't be used for soccer, and the teachers who don't let you out of the door all day ...... are full of complaints, and you look as if the world owes you a debt that you can't pay off.

Until one day a classmate couldn't stand your whining, and yelled at you: "How is this person like you? You're the only one in the world who is hardworking? Just you a person everywhere is not as good as ......"

Hearing such a yell, your mood for a long time can not be calm. Those days and nights sleepless, tossing and turning, thinking ahead to recall what you have done in these months, you are shocked to find yourself a piece of weakness and shallowness. You finally realized, complaining is not life, complaining in addition to a waste of time and energy, nothing to get! The real life is reflected in the action, you should go to do something!

So in the days to come, the basketball court on your active figure, although there is no advantage in size, but you are enthusiastic, positive; speech you appear on stage, although not very mature, but sincere, touching; classroom silhouette of your quiet reading and writing, although it is still a long time of silence, but incomparable seriousness, heart ...... ago a few days, and saw you in the long-distance running competition, from far away from the place of effort to run over, face suffocated red, standing on the sidelines of the I'm really happy for you, I shouted: "Come on! I was so happy for you that I shouted, "Go for it!" I shouted, "Come on!" and applauded for you until my palms were red.

In fact, I have long wanted to tell you: a seed is important not where it is scattered, the important thing is that no matter where it is scattered, it can germinate, grow, blossom, and bear fruit.