The first one is to remember this day. The narrative of junior high school is 600 words.
This morning is not only an ordinary morning, but also an unusual morning.
Self-study in the morning, the Chinese teacher corrects homework on it, and we read in the morning below. Suddenly, the teacher called my name and told me to go up. I looked up and saw the gloomy face of the Chinese teacher, which indicated that a storm was coming. Although walking is brisk and natural, there seems to be a huge stone in my heart, walking up anxiously.
Sure enough, an exercise book flew in front of me and hit me hard. "Pick it up yourself and have a good look!" "Teacher China is never angry at ordinary times, but when they are angry, no one in Fiona Fang can beat Fiona Fang in a hundred miles. I picked up the "broken" exercise book from the ground and opened it with trembling hands. What caught my attention were some big bright red forks. " Did you do your homework? I also wrote it for you in class on Friday, and you still write so badly? "I am like a helpless and fragile grass, shivering in the storm." Go back and write an 800-word description and hand it in before school starts! "The Chinese teacher rudely threw me a sentence.
Seeing this, some people will say, is it abnormal to be taught a lesson by the teacher? What's so sad? Don't worry, listen to me.
Return to your seat dejectedly. I opened the small composition book, and I really didn't know where to start, so I turned over my previous composition. When I turned to the first article, my nose was sour and I almost cried. At the beginning of the semester, the teacher's comments placed high hopes on me and told me to study hard next. At this point, although Wang Peng didn't cry, my vision was blurred, and what I saw was the red fork and the Chinese teacher's eyes that hate iron to produce.
The reading comprehension I didn't finish this time is called "The Last Chinese Class". Before, I thought that Chinese class was the melon seeds next to the hot pot written in the article, but now I have changed my mind. China culture is not just a small melon seed, but a vast galaxy outside the window.
Remember this day, remember that moment, and remember my new understanding of Chinese. This contains both the teacher's expectations of me and the special care.
I remember this day, a 600-word junior high school narrative.
Different days have different meanings for everyone, and there are different stories behind different meanings. However, the same thing is that this day is worth remembering.
That's a true story. On this day, for this little girl, she can feel the power of family from her initial position.
A little girl had an argument with her family, and she rushed out of the house rashly. Dark clouds are gathering and thunder is rumbling. It's going to rain soon. Her mind is blank, she just keeps running and has no fixed direction. The rain fell on her and she ran in the rain. There are few people coming and going, but occasionally a few cars pass by. As a result, the red figure became the focus of the rain, rippling in the rain.
She was so scared that she began to regret running away from home, but she kept running. She was tired, her steps began to slow down, and the rain was still so heavy that she was soaked through. "Boom", thunder always makes her run faster, just like a helpless bird in the rain.
At this moment, a motorcycle followed her. Judging by intuition, she always felt something was going to happen. She was more afraid and ran faster.
Being far away from home at this time, she couldn't help thinking of her family.
Car, keep following. Looking back, I glanced at it and was shocked! Isn't that a familiar number in that car ... yes, mom! Seeing my mother's arrival seemed to be saved by the gods, and it was just the right time to rush forward regardless of the willy-nilly. "plop", fell down, and my mother hurried out of the car, painfully and piteously helping her daughter, a long-lost hug. The two were soaked to the skin, laughing heartily, mixed with the sound of rain, floating in the air ... so beautiful that the picture was frozen and a family scene was staged, with mother and daughter as the protagonists. This day is a special day for the mother and daughter, a warm day, a touching day, a special day.
This little girl is me.
A rain created a warm day for my mother and me. Thank you for the rain, thank you for my mother, and thank you for this day. This day is a rainy day, a day of love and a warm day. So, do you remember your "that day"?
Remember this day, junior high school narrative 600 words.
The sky in early winter changed from yellow to lead gray, and then it was all dyed black at once. The cold wind mixed with thin beads of rain swept across my cheeks. I covered my clothes with my hand and shrank inward, but the warm breath slipped into the cold wind. The lights on the roadside were full of traffic, and I walked to that intersection.
"I don't know how to wear more on such a cold day." The words of concern hidden in the blame came from my ear. I was slightly surprised and then looked up at him. "Come on, put it on." He unfolded the clothes he was wearing on his hand, put them on my shoulder, and put his hand on my shoulder. A trace of scorching temperature penetrated my shoulders through my clothes. He opened his umbrella and covered it for me. "Let's go." He reached out and buttoned my clothes and said.
The yellow light brushed away the gradually formed snowflakes, and the world was quiet. The leafy snowflakes kissed the umbrella surface and turned into water droplets. I hung my head and curled up in my clothes. The cold wind slipped into the neck from time to time, causing a slight tremor.
I looked up and saw that his hands were red with cold in the raging cold wind, but he still protected me under the umbrella and let me enjoy the faint warmth under it. A kind of different feeling arises from his fingers holding an umbrella, as if it were warm and gentle.
I reached out my hands and held the peach-dyed hand tightly, no matter how the wind howled. "Dad, I'll hold on a little longer." The surprise in his eyes turned into a smile. He let go of the hand on my shoulder, but took my other stiff hand hanging beside him. A slightly rough hand wrapped around my hand and gently rubbed the back of my hand, as if to inject that warmth into my heart.
He gently parted my hand, grabbed the umbrella again and looked at me with smiling eyes. The flying snow beads turned into big snowflakes, flying all over the sky. Through the snowflake, I can clearly see his eyes, and under the description of the light, I show a trace of relief and joy. ...
Remember this day, this winter that makes me feel warm.
Remember this day, junior high school narrative 600 words.
How exciting and beautiful this day is. All the sixth graders will come to this big party, which is the exclusive "tent festival" for the sixth graders.
Tent Festival is held on Friday. After eating, I walked all the way to school with my tent. At that time, the playground was full of tents. Bypassing several camps, I finally found my own class. My tent is fully automatic. As long as the rope is untied, the tent will unfold automatically. The next step is to inflate the inflatable cushion. I took out the advanced step-by-step inflatable bucket, and it took a lot of effort to fill it with a big air cushion and a small air cushion. At this time, I was sweating profusely and had to call my mother. Adults are really adults, and it will be done in two or three times. After laying the mat, I threw my bag and quilt in. After a while, I found my partner Huang Juncheng didn't come, so I had to sigh and shake my head. I was just about to play when a student caught my eye, Huang Juncheng. I'll call him right away. When he saw me, he came running at once.
After setting up the tent, we went to the "heartbeat concert" specially built for us. The sixth grade students are all sitting in front of the podium, and the concert is about to begin. "Please ask Mai Band to perform" Rhapsody of Claudia "on stage and applaud." The host presided over on the stage, and the lights lit up. At the moment, everyone has a light stick in his hand. The lead guitarist of Mai Band took the lead and others followed suit. The scene suddenly became high, colorful light sticks danced in the air, and the playground suddenly lit up everywhere. The playground should be the brightest place in the school now, with bright lights, Starlight Glimmer.
After the concert, we watched an open-air movie. Teacher Chen Jie chose a movie named Dream of a Dream Giant for us.
This day brings us one step closer to graduation. I hope that time will stop at this moment and let us spend more time with our alma mater in Stop for a Minute.
Chapter 5 Remember this day, the narrative of junior high school is 600 words.
This day is worth remembering. This day is Women's Day.
I want to do something for my mother on Women's Day. At first, I thought of washing my mother's feet, but I thought it was too simple, so I decided to change the method. Later, I thought that I had pocket money and could buy something for my mother. But what should I buy? Buy a nice wallet for mom? No, mom just bought it. Buy a mask for mom? No, there is not enough money. Huh? Mom loves casserole noodles, right? Just buy mom casserole noodles.
I called my parents out at night, and they all said, "What are you doing out? Do you want to buy snacks? " I said, "Oh, you will know when you go out." We went to Dongshang and went into the casserole noodle restaurant. Dad said, "You girl, it was you who asked me to treat you to casserole noodles." "Well, no," I said angrily. "Then what do you want?" Mom and dad don't know about my saving money yet. "You will know later." I said. I asked my boss for two casserole noodles, one for my mother and one for my father. After dinner, I went to the boss, put my hand into my pocket and took out the money to the boss. Dad said, "hey, when did you save the money?" Why don't I know? " "Hum" I glanced at my father proudly. I said to my mother, "Happy Women's Day, Mom." Mother said, "Good boy, you have grown up."
This is the first time I have given my mother a gift on Women's Day, and it is also the first time I have invited my parents to dinner. I want to remember this day.