In our daily study, work and life, we all inevitably come into contact with essay, right? Essay is a kind of speech activity, with a high degree of synthesis and creativity. I believe that writing essays is a problem that gives many people a headache, the following is my collection of junior composition 9, for reference only, welcome to read.

junior essay Part 1

Mid-Autumn Festival -

A festival carved in the blue sky

A moonlit night of the fluffy moon

Prepared for the wanderer's lyrical feelings!

But tonight

I'm traveling over a street holding a red leaf

I'm searching for the moon at the bottom of my memory

to feed my light-loving, wind-loving red leaf

My eyes aren't blinded

much less blinded

but I can't see the moon

I only see a thick, impenetrable layer of light. I only see a thick, impenetrable black curtain

Inside the black curtain there is a pervasive cold

Inside the cold there are some pylons

I continue to search

I look to the mountains of the sky, the sea

and to the willow-tops of Ouyang Xiu, the man in Li Bai's bed

This time

I use my finger, which is 10,000 times longer, to probe

I touch the sharp, golden edge of the moon

I see the moon in my eyes. p> Touching the sharp golden teeth

But it was not Amitabha Buddha

Almost devoured my poor hand yaya

The other party claimed to be realism

And also delivered a bad news: the moon is dead!

It has been cast into a coin by a green-eyed brat

I reflex: I don't believe it!

That's where the soul lives

Junior Essay Part 2

A small bowl of glutinous rice is a specialty of Wenzhou and a memory of my childhood.

When I was a child, every morning my grandmother would give me a bowl of fragrant sticky rice, and sometimes add a box of yogurt. It was such a small, ordinary glutinous rice that made me feel satisfied and warm.

Every time I think of sticky rice, I think of my grandmother's busy body in the kitchen. First, she steamed some glutinous rice, and then she prepared the seasonings according to her own experience and my preferences. I often wanted to eat the glutinous rice right after it was served, so I grabbed some white glutinous rice with my hands and put it in my mouth, and it tasted so soft and fragrant without soup. Grandma chopped up the lean meat, stir-fried it in a frying pan, then added water to make broth, added some diced mushrooms to the broth, added some condiments, and boiled it for a while. Grandma took advantage of the free time, with a rice spoon to scoop a bowl of glutinous rice, to the full of glutinous rice on the sprinkling of some chopped scallions and shrimp, put on the cut fritters, scoop a spoonful of soup, poured on the glutinous rice, every grain of rice in the bowl was fragrant soup moistened, and then the aroma overflowing, greedy me straight drooling. Eating soft glutinous rice and crispy fritters, I feel very satisfied, every taste bud on the tip of the tongue is enjoying the feast, savoring the ultimate in deliciousness. I love this taste of my hometown very much, and a small, delicious bowl of glutinous rice is a wonderful start to my day.

Nowadays, where are the streets of Wenzhou without the figure of glutinous rice? "Three flavors Zhai" "three sisters" and other well-known brands of breakfast stores have its unique flavor, as well as some roadside breakfast stores, small restaurants, but also the presence of glutinous rice. It seems that as long as Wenzhou people eat breakfast, there will be glutinous rice. In the morning, the roadside can always see some children queuing up to buy glutinous rice, there are some adults are also eating glutinous rice, suddenly let me feel warm, so this is the hometown people like the flavor. A small bowl of glutinous rice is not only my memory, but also the warm memory of many people in Wenzhou.

A small bowl of glutinous rice, fragrant, not just a simple combination of glutinous rice, doughnuts, broth, which reflects the Wenzhou people's pursuit of life, the love of their hometown.

junior essay Part 3

Spring came in people's expectations, so charming. First in the soil a little bit of green up, slowly nourished to open, and then spilled out, a lush, full of green ah, vibrant, full of heart, dyeing green hope.

I strolled in the village, stopped in front of a courtyard, was attracted to a flower tree, delicate pink and white flowers bloomed a tree, like the sky as delicate as white clouds. It so happened that the owner of the tree came out of the courtyard gate, an old man. I went up and asked, uncle, this is what tree? The old man said, is the apricot tree. I actually do not recognize the apricot tree, I said, this is the apricot tree ah, apricot flowers are really beautiful. The old man said, the apricot blossom is only beautiful when there are a lot of apricot blossoms, do you know? The original village is called Apricot Village, many years ago, the village is full of apricot trees, spring, the hillside of the apricot blossoms, every weekend, the city of the teacher training college students in a long line to the village to watch the apricot blossoms, that scene can be spectacular.

I couldn't help but marvel at how the village had such a beautiful landscape. I seem to appear in front of the mountains of apricot trees, dazzling apricot blossoms brilliant, a fragrant, like a young girl's pink heart in the fragrance ripples. "When the flowers of the mountains are in full bloom, he is laughing in the bushes." Ushered in his ah, once dreamed of him a thousand degrees, love a season of spring is like an obsessive love. "I ask where the tavern is, the shepherd boy points to the apricot blossom village." Apricot blossom village, how beautiful name ah, and has far-reaching significance. The original beauty of the landscape even if it does not exist, after years, will still make people forget.

But when a rain of apricot blossoms, apricot blossoms withered long ago? The old man told me that later, the apricot trees were all cut down to the surrounding stone ballast plant, quarry, ironworks. Listening to the words of the old man, feel really sorry. Looking at the only apricot tree in front of me, I think, that year's bustle has long gone, such a quiet, light, curl blooming apricot flowers are open for who?

If time can be reversed, really want to go back to the depths of the apricot blossom village, in the apricot blossom tree to spend a good time. That was once a beautiful, flying years!

The good once always let people taste. Once full of hillside apricot blossom ah, like a sea of flowers, attracted visitors drunk. The young lovers in the apricot tree under the love, swearing, leaving a bitter love. Adults in the apricot blossom tree under the cozy wandering, children in the forest play like butterflies flying around. The students who were sketching traced a picture of spring on the drawing board!

At that time, the apricot blossoms bloomed all over, the waterfront apricot blossoms Qingzhao shadow, the small village is a beautiful landscape painting. The people of the village will be a beautiful collection from now on. It is a pity that the apricot tree is no longer there, there is a factory, there is dust, but the spring comes, the cloud like snow apricot flowers will still bloom freely in the heart. Life is also the same, our time together is so beautiful, even if one day separated, but also in the heart will leave a fragrance forever.

junior essay Part 4

Dear Mom:

Tonight's moonlight is transparent and flawless, the vast Milky Way is studded with a few bright stars, and the sound of rustling insects is incessant, Mom, do you still remember? Last week Sunday night was also this delicate and lovely, and you and I had no time for a battle like no other.

Looking back over the years, your love diffuse in the whole process of my growth, I will be tightly wrapped in the atmosphere of your love, bathed in the light you scattered gradually grow, now think of this session has wept, I know that in the adolescent I am very eccentric sometimes speak always aggressive, hurt your heart as last week I disobeyed you once again, at a time to hurt you.

Once upon a time, I am you have been proud of the good girl, and now I always sing with you, time and time again let you sad, you always say that I am your day, you said you hold me on the back of the hand for fear that I will fly, it I hold in the palm of your hand to rest assured that I have become a real pearl in the palm of your hand.

Silver-white moonlight sprinkled your hair bun, more gray, I know this is what I caused; face crow's feet by the baptism of the years and slowly sinking, I know this is what I caused; can you use your glorious years in exchange for a pair of stagnant eyes, I know this is what I caused; your bag by the vicissitudes of life of the corner of the mouth to lose the arc of the deserved, has been drooped downward, I know that all of this is what I caused! I know that all of this is caused by me.

Mom, your good to me I never forget, I promise, I will try to control my emotions, no longer make you angry, I will try to study hard, so that in the future let you live a good life, so that you enjoy the blessings.

Mom you like the setting sun`s afterglow for me to pay too much, then I will be like a vigorous sunrise to return you, return my favorite mom.

junior essay Part 5

On the beach of memories, there are countless beautiful colorful shells flashing, sweet, bitter, sour and spicy ...... I opened my arms to catch up with the memory that can never be erased.

It was a sad evening, the sky was drizzling, the third grade I walked alone on the way home, holding a 94-point math paper. What am I going to do? I'm going to go back and get scolded for doing so poorly? I said to myself in my heart. "Rumble", a burst of lightning drew a long arc in the vast sky, followed by a boom. Was this scolding me? Was this blaming me? At once, my heart was struck hard. Tears slowly slid down my cheeks, and just then an evil thought flashed through my mind: sign it myself. But this thought just stayed for a while, and then I thought: No, I have to be an honest child, I can't cheat my mom! But what will happen if my mom finds out about this score? Can't care so much, take a gamble ...... I moved my feet forward with an apprehensive heart. In the end, or the power of evil overcame justice, because I am afraid of my mother's stern eyes, it makes me never dare to look squarely; afraid of every word of my mother's reprimand, because they are like a sharp knife, in my heart cut a wound ......

The next day, I fearfully walked into the classroom, anxiously thinking. The teacher will not see it ah! As expected, I did not expect, this lie game is over, the teacher called his mother, I face the end of the unspeakable. I heart regret a million, hate themselves when they should not ......

Until today, this unforgettable memories are still fresh in my mind, it is like a block of shadows hidden in the bottom of my heart, and will never wear out. But, I will tell you with my practical action: will find that honest self!

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Junior Composition Part 6

In a long life, there is always a dark time. People are in the fog they set for themselves, slowly groping, a few hard to explore a bright road, and then hold up their heads, chest stride out of their own confusion. In fact, the road, has always been.

In life, most people will be attracted by the colorful world of flowers, so as to lose themselves, gradually drowned in the sea of people. Walking through the streets of lights, through the surging tide of people, looking back, they are still their original self, and the original dream, is still there. However, it is still so uneasy because of the future. The future is like a fog, so people do not feel the slightest sense of solidity and peace of mind.

This is life, life is always realistic, and reality is always let people helpless. When people face difficulties in life, they can't help but feel uncertain and overwhelmed. Finally, someone through that darkness, re-entering the journey of life, smiling in the face of the reality of helplessness, to find that in the dream appeared in the future. Not looking back, has been walking forward, a section after a seemingly endless journey have come to an end, only to realize that, originally, the road, has always been there.

There is no road in the world, just more people walking, there is a natural road. This is Mr. Lu Xun's description of the road, but also most people's understanding of the road. But if it takes a lot of people walking to make a road appear, then how did the first person who stepped on this road choose this direction.

Everyone's life is different, and if you just follow the road that people walk out, you will never find your own future. Some people in the choice of life, has been hesitant, has been wandering, when wandering to the time can no longer wander, only made up their minds to their own choice forward. When they reach the end of the line, they finally realize that they are going in the right direction. Some people, in the face of the unclear future, whether it is no choice or can not choose, they did not hesitate, did not retreat.

Because they know that on the long journey of life, the road, always.

The first three essays, Part 7

Perhaps still recalling the first year of ignorance, perhaps still reminiscing about the second year of youth, the torrent of time but silently rolled us to the junior this rugged road. There will be sudden storms and strange bumps in the road. No matter what lies ahead, we have to turn our fighting spirit into light to illuminate the road ahead, and step by step across those stumbling blocks.

Junior year is a never-ending run. Junior high school, is a full of smoke and invisible cruel "chase". Who does not run hard, who will be eliminated. If you don't set your own destination, you'll never find your way. Set your own goals, run hard in that direction, I am the winner.

Junior year is heavy as a mountain of baggage. Junior year, is the golden period to lay the foundation for their future. Third year, is a most critical cornerstone. Third, carrying the hopes of parents, teachers' expectations. I know that I am carrying not only my life, or the hope of a family. This is a responsibility, a heavy responsibility. For the sake of my family, for my own sake, I have to challenge the junior high school! The first time I saw the movie, I was in the middle of the night!

Junior year is a silent growth. Let yourself in the high standard of strict requirements of life, let yourself in the bumpy and difficult road ahead, let yourself in the stormy snow struggle. Time will tell, the results will tell me that I am growing. Positively enterprising, hard work, success is ahead. Never-ending run, tell yourself, you are the winner.

Junior year, I want to struggle! In the face of those recreational activities, when others are not happy, you have to tell yourself to put away the playfulness and put it on the study. Later later, your smile will be brighter.

Junior year, I want to struggle! Experience will be rewarded, determination will make progress, and fighting spirit will lead to success. Do more exercises, repeated absorption, get experience, I am the best!

The road of life is long, and there are only a few turning points, and the midterm is one of them. The June song has been sung, reminding me of the struggle. Junior high school, is a cup of fragrant tea, the entrance may be very bitter, but savor, will find the sweetness.

The first three years, we fight! As a student who has just entered the third year of junior high school, I y understand this.

In the changes of my classmates, I gradually realized the true meaning of junior high school.

The wind crept into the classroom and left quietly, with no one taking care of it. According to the past tense, in the class without a teacher, we are supposed to be noisy and should make noise. At this time, my hand left a mark on the paper, has been soft, but around the students are still buried in the fierce writing. At this point in the class, there is no longer any distinction between the best and the worst students. "Where should I go to read after graduation", "What should I do on the road ahead"...... These problems that will soon be faced slowly spread in the classroom. I continued to lower my head and clattered in silence, leaving deep black ink on the paper. The classroom was dead silent. I believe that a pin dropped on the ground can also resonate throughout the class ......

The bell clattered, but the class was uncharacteristically silent. Downstairs gradually came a burst of footsteps and jokes, but no one was attracted. Everyone is still sitting in their seats, as if they do not know that the class is over, only a few people turn their heads to ask questions. The only relaxation I can think of is the physical education class, where the students are sweating in the playground, and the youthful activity is reflected by us. Blue sky sun high, the junior students have long gone back to cool, but we can not, and do not want to go paralyzed in their seats to rot. The hot sun on the junior students have long been a kind of enjoyment, we forget ourselves under the hot sun, feel the sublimation of the soul. Everyone's eyebrows are raised. The interest of the people pitching on the basketball court was high. Just see a pitcher, grab the ball, a fierce leap, the ball to the basket, the ball into a smash - the joy on his face has fully explained the excitement of all of us deep inside.

The junior high school is an infinite sky, and I am a bird in it fighting to fly to the end, although the destination is so far away, but as long as the sky is still blue, I can fly on with confidence - until success.

Junior Composition Part 9

Sunday, July 29, 20xx, Sunny

"Children, how happy you are now. There is something to play and something to eat. Why don't you know enough?" Mom said. I could already guess what she was going to say next. "I think back then, our generation lived a very hard life. Still thinking of doing this and that for their parents and wanting to study. And you guys don't cherish it, you play every day and don't cherish today's life at all."

After I heard, I always nodded my head, and my heart flew a thousand miles away early. In this way, another lucky escape nagging.

July 30, 20xx Monday sunny

In the morning we got up early to play games, even face did not wash ...... just when we played very happy. Mom whooshed. Appeared in front of us. Turned off the computer! Face dark clouds. My brother and I realized that we had overplayed. Mom told us to go wash our faces. But we felt that things would not be so simple.

After washing our faces, mom gave us a meeting. It was the same words again. I was tired of hearing it all. But this time there was one more sentence at the end: it's the 21st century, and you guys aren't even as uptight as we were a few decades ago. What about the future? Still have to rely on us older generation? You guys think about it!!! At this time, I remembered my attitude yesterday, I y regret ......

Indeed, it is now the 21st century, we deserve to take up the heavy responsibility of the new master of the 21st century, rise up! We should let our parents rest assured, let the motherland rest assured, let the world rest assured!

I want to shout - now is the 21st century, let us show the 21st century style! Let's go forward!