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Winter vacation notes
An unforgettable journey of success
There are too many traps and thorns in the journey of life. Both teachers and parents say so. It indicates that there is a "protector" on the road of life. Don't step on the minefield at any time. What about us? What are we going to do? Should we rush out to practice, fall down and look at the world again? So I finally had a "feat"!
Finally came a winter vacation, and I was exhausted at school. Finally, I can have a pleasant holiday at home.
I do nothing but eat, drink and be merry, and I am tortured every day. My old uncle, accidentally promoted to a tutor school, just came down from his hometown and looked at my life. He called me over and said to me earnestly, "Liu Bao, you are also a junior high school student. I happen to have a task for you during the holiday ... "He took out a pile of guidance leaflets, looked at me and said," Take this opportunity to exercise. " My mother just took this opportunity to gather around me. After listening to my uncle's words, she called me out.
I didn't expect happiness to come from here. I stood on the street of Guilin Road with a pile of pieces of paper like snow, but I found myself utterly confused. I stood timidly at the intersection, afraid to see someone who knew me, looked around and confirmed that there was no one, so I walked out of the corner trembling. At this time, as the door of the next shop creaked open, a paunchy "God" came out. I hurried to see him. "Please have a look, sir." Before I finished, my outstretched arm was stopped. "Get out of the way, what is it? It is worth seeing! " I tried my best to hold back a day's injustice and didn't fight for justice. Remembering what the teacher taught me, I solemnly said, "Giving others self-esteem is also safeguarding self-esteem!" " I didn't expect such a philosophy. Under the gaze of several passers-by, the bearer finally left noisily. In this process, I successfully maintained my self-esteem, greatly increased my self-confidence, and encouraged myself to meet the next "God" with a smile.
Soon, a middle-aged man came to the front and remembered the man's eyes just now. "The little girl is soft and weak, can she do it?" Hum, don't underestimate people. I took a deep breath and rushed over. "Sir, please have a look ..."
As soon as the words arrived, I forgot all I wanted to express euphemistically just now. "What, please say it again?" That gentleman is very polite. What a shame to think that your voice is too small! I got up the courage to say it again. Fortunately, he has a good temper. He smiled gently and said, "Let me see." Holding back my excitement, I drew a picture carefully and handed it to me piously. I made it! I finally sent the first one. Although it's just a piece of paper, it's like a newborn. I sent him away safely. I really succeeded. Although it is a cold winter, the spring breeze has swept my red cheeks, and I am extremely excited.
I am busy with my work, and someone in the crowd looks at me with your eyes. "This is a student!" "What about the students? Shouldn't we rush out of those protections and practice?
Some people long for freedom, because a free life is unconstrained. Some people are eager to fly, because they can clearly see the mysteries of everything in the world and make people full of * * * ... but I am eager for success, because I think the feeling of success is the best enjoyment in the world, and this unforgettable trip to success will bring me a natural force and push me forward bravely and strongly.
Junior high school semi-propositional composition "The Story of My Mom and I"
Tears mixed with rain, a hot, a bleak.
I walked in the rain, and the wind passed through my back. It was not my skin that quenched my thirst, but my heart. Holding the failed test paper, I tried to find an excuse, but found it was in vain. How to explain to you, I desperately want to.
The way home is always so familiar. I tried to slow down, but I got here. I dare not go on, because I saw you, because I haven't thought of an excuse yet. The huge water curtain seems like a lifetime ago, but I still see you clearly, looking anxiously, as eager as a big bird waiting to return to its nest.
You still saw me and came straight to me. I was a little caught off guard. I stuffed the paper into my bag at random, looked up and looked at your concerned eyes. You held up an umbrella for me to protect me on the left, on the other side of the heartbeat, but the relentless rain wet your right arm.
When you get home, you put away your umbrella, and then you plan to take off my schoolbag for me. I handed you the paper anxiously, but I was afraid to look up. I know this is the last mock exam before the middle school entrance examination. I know you are full of expectations for me. I know the sun has set in my heart. I know your eyes must be full of disappointment at this moment. It was so quiet for a few seconds, but you spoke first, still so gentle. "It doesn't matter, mom don't blame you. Come on for the senior high school entrance examination. I believe you will pass the exam. " I wanted to face you with countless expressions, but I forgot all about it at the moment. I just looked up into your eyes and nodded heavily.
I picked up the newspaper and went back to the house. I saw the dried milk you had heated, and I seemed to see your busy back in the misty heat wave. It's just that years have worn you flat, and you are a little haggard.
I write under the desk lamp, just like in the examination room. It was dark that night, and you said that I studied very late, because only I knew that every time I turned around, the light that had been on in the living room had raised the sun in my heart, which was infinitely bright and full of vitality.
When I put pen to paper, I remembered our passage:
I said, you are the sun in my heart.
You said, I am your eternal light.
"3" The story of our junior high school
1. The story of our junior high school students, fifteen or sixteen years old, is the flower season. And we, who are in junior high school, are the most dazzling flowers in the flower season. Our unrestrained singing and dancing show youth and the vitality of our blood. Look, those beautiful flowers are telling stories about us, about our junior high school students. Hot summer. It was so hot that people lost their desire to talk. When you open your mouth, the water in your mouth evaporates instantly. However, the boys are playing on the playground as usual. Although they are sweating, they seem to be willing. However, girls are different. After class, they ran to the electric fan and chatted in a circle, talking and laughing. However, there is an egg-throwing ghost who loves to play tricks: well, here comes one, and he runs quietly behind the girls. When the time came, he quickly pulled the rubber band out of the girl's hair, and then pretended as if nothing had happened, which greatly reduced the image of the girl, and her hair hung down almost like a "madman", which made us laugh when we saw each other. What a naughty boy! Look, there is laughter from the other end. What are they doing? Oh, it's flying chess! "Ok, I'll go first." One of my classmates cried with joy (excitement) "Ah, I won, I won." After a while, another classmate shouted, with a happy expression on his face, like a proud rooster. Huh? What are a group of people doing there? Some clever students call this answer: "the living." God, when is this an answer? Isn't that nonsense? hahaha. The students couldn't help laughing. "Guess what! Haha, of course, the living are calling for help! " It's incredible. This answer is really unexpected! Look, this is the story of our junior high school students. Every feature film is full of laughter, which makes people laugh. This is our unique style, let's indulge our enthusiasm and dreams! 2. The story of our junior high school students is like a song: the songs of the first grade are fresh and tender, because we observe the campus with a curious childlike innocence; The songs of the second day of junior high school are full of energy, because we have learned how to face junior high school life directly; The songs in grade three are bitter and a little heavy, because we are overwhelmed by an exam, and everyone has to sing the song of parting. Three years, record growth, friendship and youth. I remember that we just stepped into the middle school campus and looked at this strange and fresh campus curiously. Under the blue sky, we shouted a solid and powerful slogan "12 1" and moved forward step by step; Under the scorching sun, we stood still, straighter than telephone poles, and sweat flowed down, so mosquitoes didn't dare to move when they flew over. Just look at each other seriously. This is the story of military training in Grade One. In this story, we still have no parallel lines that intersect. We are waiting for such a silk thread of friendship to pull me up and close. At the first class meeting, after the class teacher introduced himself carefully, let's take turns to speak and introduce ourselves. Just like every leaf has a different pattern, everyone's introduction style is different. I still remember that she was full of confidence and told her situation in first-class English, which made everyone stunned; I still remember that he had a female name. He turned around and wrote his name on the blackboard, humorously saying that he was actually a "man". I also remember her clearly, so natural and graceful, and later she was unanimously elected monitor. Thought of here, I can't help but recall my shyness. At that time, I felt that we were still parallel lines that did not intersect. Sure enough, we slowly tilted and finally intertwined. In class, we like to read the text aloud to amuse the serious physics teacher. After class, we like boys and girls to jump rubber bands together, and our laughter ripples throughout the classroom; On weekends, we like to travel together and feel the tenderness of spring breeze, the brightness of summer, the fluttering of autumn leaves and the romance of winter snow. In our eyes, everything about youth is as clear as the world in a glass bottle. Yes, we let our friendship settle in such a clean world, leaving indelible marks in each other's hearts. The parting bell is about to ring, and the wind is filled with sadness. With tears in our eyes, we left our phone number on the alumni record and wrote our blessings. The pages of scented paper are filled with three years of beauty. We don't give up, but writing down different schools on the volunteer list is very helpless. Because we still have a long way to go, let's break up. "The reunion must come in twenty years!" When people say this, they actually have an answer in their hearts: "Of course!" 3. The story of our junior high school classmates (a QQ chat room) Website: Czsdegushi (group announcement: You can only be a master if you eat hard, bravely "kill the enemy" for the young battlefield and work for the "imperial court") Listening to the rain in the window: Hello everyone! I am the owner of the group, listening to the rain! Looking back on the rough three years, I saw through the time, and the time passed. I have to gather here today to tell the story of our junior high school students. Mr. Dongpo: Er ... if you want to talk about it, just talk about the senior high school entrance examination! We are ready to go, all we need is the east wind ringing the bell for the senior high school entrance examination. As soon as the bell rings, we will fight to kill the enemy and seize this tense moment. Snow Dance Breeze: Although the senior high school entrance examination is just around the corner, our past stories need to be discovered. I remember that when I first entered school, I thought junior high school life was wonderful, but after a long time, I felt bored. The weight of study is increasing every day, and even leisure time is occupied. Wandering aimlessly in study. Sometimes I really want to protest, but I remember that junior high school decided the life we chose, so I didn't give up. Liushui: That's right! Feeling (boldness) is the most tiring moment for our junior high school students. Like last Friday, I was looking forward to the bell ringing in the last class, but before long, the figure of the Chinese teacher was reflected in the window. Thick newspapers and newspapers are waving to us. As soon as the bell rang, he strode into the classroom and shouted, Stop! We just sat quietly. He said a lot of things, and finally paper and newspapers flew around like snowflakes, which was really miserable. World No.1: Hi! You are far away from me! Just a few papers last time, I have done enough. Finish writing some, look at the pen, there is no water! I hurried downstairs to buy a pen again, which can be said to be a pen a day! Listening to the rain through the window: I know everyone's hardships and difficulties. After the third year of high school, the homework in high school is more than that. Therefore, we should bite the bullet and be indestructible. As the saying goes, only by eating hard can you become a master. Mr. Dongpo: Yes, we all went through a bumpy road in junior high school. What else is there? Stride forward. No one can stop you from striding forward ... Experience: "Worry about the world first, and enjoy it later"; "Don't be happy with things, don't be sad for yourself", and achieve the Zhuang language of "reading thousands of books and writing like a god". 4. The story of our junior high school students: the lights are flashing outside the window and the stars are shining in the night sky. Occasionally, a cicada chirps and a frog croakes, which only makes me feel so relaxed and comfortable ... In the classroom, students are studying hard, or acid, alkali, salt, binary equations, or Tang poetry and Song poetry ... suddenly the power went out and the class cheered. I raised my sour eyes and let my thoughts fly. I forgot what September was like. With curiosity and longing, we set foot on the so-called pure land in junior high school. We are smart, obedient, friendly and kind. We use the child's immature voice to shout out our names at the maximum decibel, and then get away with it. The teacher said that our laughter was beautiful and our smiling faces were sweet ... We always stared at the blackboard with our cheeks propped up and answered the teacher's questions loudly, "Yes" or "No". I forgot what I was thinking and how I managed to get it out of my mouth. Young people never think too much. Rebellion vaguely remembers that September, when we came together again with vigor and youthful music. Our steps seem to be faster and louder. Inadvertently, we started a puzzling quarrel, maybe it was just a respectable math problem, maybe it was just a joke. Friends always feel separated by a transparent film, and the teacher says that film is called rebellion. We began to sit up, never forgetting to look at the blackboard and take notes. The speed of answering was very slow, because we were brewing an answer and only took a "yes" or "no" (as far as we could). There seems to be a long process of thinking. Rebellion, we seem to think a lot. Steady and clear remember that September, we took firm steps, carrying heavy bags, and got together. In the eyes of our younger brothers and sisters, we were tall, chic and full of vitality; In the eyes of teachers, we work hard and are not ashamed to ask questions. In the eyes of parents, we are sensible and obedient, calm and steady ... we begin to stop fighting and being so stubborn. Maybe in a class, we have to answer more questions, but not those simple words. , but a wonderful answer! Stability, we really think a lot. Remember this whole junior high school, remember everything here ... The phone came, "The story of our junior high school students?" I said to myself, looking at these confident faces, I secretly smiled. In fact, everyone is a story ...
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The story of me and my family
My home is very simple, just me and my parents. They are old and look lonely. But with me around, the silent room is alive.
Whenever I come home from work, I become their announcer at the dinner table. Which teacher in the school bought new clothes and changed hair styles, which teacher had fresh recipes, what was said at the school meeting, how did the students behave in class, and how short the west was? These are trivial things in life, but they stay at home and are hard to know. They listened with relish. Sometimes comment a few words and talk about your own views. The whole dining table became a big conference room, just like a family meeting. The delicious food floats between your lines. Their life is simple, but because I don't stop reporting, it becomes rich and interesting.
My mother likes playing poker. Whenever she goes out to play after dinner, her father will say "come to my senses". And I will say, "She can play whenever she wants, and she can stay at home all the time". After listening to what I said, my father lost his breath and went to watch TV. When my mother comes back from playing poker, I always ask, "Who won?" . Mom is like a few treasures: "Your aunt lost fifteen grains of corn, Liu Rong's daughter-in-law won two grains, Lao Lou's family won ten grains, and I won three grains." Winning or losing is different every time. In the round-trip turnover of corn kernels, they played seriously and unequivocally. It's like winning a house and losing land. Everything is clear.
Mom seems to be much younger when playing poker.
When chatting with my mother, I always forget to remind her: "Eat early and have fun." With my support, my mother is happier.
Dad likes listening to the radio. Whenever there is something important, he will tell me and discuss national affairs with me. It seems that he has become president who cares about the country and the people, and I have become his clerk. He never said this to his mother, who only cares about her three meals a day, daily necessities. Sometimes I have to say, Dad, "What's the use of listening to that? You have the final say! " "And I helped my father say," It's useless. It's a little embarrassing. No one can fool people who understand the policy. "In the news, my father and I formed a united front, and we are bosom friends.
Whenever I wake up in the morning, the first thing is to turn on the radio. My father won't get up when he listens. I open the door when I'm cooking, and sometimes fumes run all over the house. Mother calls us radio fans.
I know that no one can change the habits that old people have developed all their lives. They live according to their own habits, which is very smooth and happy. I, on the other hand, shuttled through their respective lives, making them have more fun with each other. Old people need to be coaxed to be happy. Therefore, my stories with them are always interesting and affectionate.
Lots of stories, lots of happiness.
Wu is a story about me and my junior high school teacher.
The junior high school teacher writes about how he treats you well, and then patiently teaches you to do your homework and try to write well. Although a little fierce, but also for yourself and something. None of these can be completely true, nor can the composition be completely true. Some of them need to be worked out. I also saw a composition on the internet, which was quite touching. I suggest you study some sentences in this composition, and the ideas can be similar.
Great teacher, we admire you.
Our teacher is fat, tall and round. Wearing a pair of 800 glasses, like a doctor. The teacher has long hair. She is kind and amiable. Once, my handwriting was crooked and very ugly. Teacher Zhang kept me and asked me to write again. The teacher didn't let me go home until I was told to write neatly. I hated my teacher at that time and thought, Isn't it just a few words? Isn't writing well the same as writing badly? Why do you write over and over again? It is a waste of time to write words in a standardized way. When I got home, I told my mother why I stayed. My mother told me: "Words are a facade, from which you can see a person's character. The teacher's strict requirements are right and he is responsible for you. Your handwriting is good, it is your own, and no one can steal it. " After listening to my mother's words, I understood the teacher's intention and made me admire the teacher more. Since then, I have been like a first-grade pupil, practicing calligraphy every day, and writing neatly and regularly no matter what homework I write. After a while, my handwriting was more beautiful and standardized than before, and I was praised by the teacher many times. This is the result of teacher Zhang's strict requirements!
There is a candle in my heart that will never go out, burning the fire of life forever, full of vitality and vitality forever. Isn't this candle like a person around us who deserves our admiration? He told us the truth of being a man in class; After class, she is our good friend. If a student encounters a problem that she doesn't understand, she will teach us patiently. Yes, he is our teacher. "Candles always remind us to think of others everywhere." This may be what teachers often say!
How many pearls did the teacher drop for us in a year? What about us? However, I often make her angry. I think it's really hard, and I regret it: I, a middle school student, didn't work wholeheartedly. Teacher, I want to say to you: "You worked hard for us, worked hard;" You took us into the ocean of knowledge and swam there, which made us understand the fun in the book; You prepare your lessons carefully and enjoy the wonderful lunch in the book with us; You care about us like a good friend; Is it you, is it you, or is it you! You are like a red candle, giving all the light and heat to the younger generation! Your quality and spirit can be described in two words-burning! Keep burning! You come to give us a lecture like a talking bird. It is so colorful. Each chapter seems to open a window in front of me and let me see a colorful new world. ...
Great teacher, we admire you.
"Lu" my story junior high school composition
There are many beautiful stories in everyone's heart, some of which are very interesting and some are very touching. Now I will tell you a story about me, a story that makes me blush when I think about it.
Probably in the first grade. "Ding Lingling-"is over. This cheerful * * * activated the brain cells that everyone was about to fall asleep, and the students ran out of the classroom with joy. I got up from my seat in a daze. Well, it seems it's time for school. With this in mind, I picked up my schoolbag and walked out of the classroom. Everyone is chasing and playing, and no one notices me as a "deserter"
I walked on my way home, thinking as I walked, I walked fast today. Look, others can't even see a shadow! I was even a little complacent, so I stepped up. In the summer afternoon, it was very quiet, only cicadas chirped wildly in the branches.
Walking, I suddenly heard someone calling me. I slowly turned my head at 180 degrees. It turned out to be a classmate in my class. Panting, she came running: "I found you! Come on, we're going to class! Have you forgotten? " What? ! I recited the timetable in my mind-oh, what bad luck! How could I forget there was another math class! It's over! I'm sure I'll get a k I came to the classroom in fear and trembling-"report!" Suddenly, the eyes of the whole class were all fired at me. There were reproachful, mocking and contemptuous smiles in those eyes. My face is so hot that I really want to find a crack in the ground. I hung my head and didn't dare to face the teacher's stern eyes.
After a long "interrogation", I mechanically returned to my seat, listening to my classmates whispering, and my mind was in chaos. ......
It's been a long time, and it's still vivid. This has become my little secret-shh, you must keep it a secret for me! ......
My reading story from childhood to junior high school
The story I read with middle school students.
The encounter with the book began in the third grade of primary school, because of my mother.
Entering the third grade of primary school, I began to learn to write compositions. At that time, my mother always bought me a composition book or a fairy tale book for me to read every time she went to town. I still feel very strange, how can a mother with only a junior high school education be so proficient in educating her children to learn? But in that era of "boys love guns and girls love flowers", in that era of knowing how to love beauty, I never wear flowers and rarely wear beautiful clothes, so that I am still mentally retarded in aesthetics. However, when most students are worried about writing, I feel extremely relaxed. At that time, I, a proud Cinderella, didn't know it was a gift from a book, and of course I wouldn't appreciate my mother's good intentions.
In junior high school, the weekly composition class was still my favorite. Sitting down and listening to the teacher reading his composition on the stage, the sweetness in my heart gradually became the driving force for me to continue my efforts. My reading range began to spread, and juvenile diaries, modern middle school students, composition communication, adolescence, middle school students' reading and women's life all became my hunting targets. I even dug out my father's yellowed high school Chinese class from the dusty cardboard box at home. Although there are many quotations from Chairman Mao interspersed in it, although there are still many words I don't understand, I can still be intoxicated with them.
When I was a normal student, I spent most of my spare time reading in the reading room or eating books borrowed from the library alone in the dormitory because I didn't have any special skills and hobbies. I greedily suck the nectar of knowledge, feel the charm of words, and experience the happiness of taking books as friends.
After taking part in the work, it is an "emotional gap" between me and the book. I think I can rest easy when I find a job. So I began to pass the time in the dull, just around textbooks, reference books and exercise books every day. Naively think that doing this is to do a good job. I have little contact with other books and haven't read a book about education. It was not until the May Day holiday last year that I settled down to read two books, namely, Teacher Han's "Growing Happy with Students" and Teacher Lin's, and I was overjoyed. "The original class can also be like this! It turns out that these things are more suitable for this treatment! Originally ... "I have a feeling of happiness. Only then do I know what a great loss it is for me to be alienated from books for so many years.
Now, in my spare time, I will hold a book, smell the book and enjoy a different life. ...
My story composition is about 600 words (stories in junior high school life are compulsory)
Ah! In a blink of an eye, I have been a middle school student for half a semester. During these dozens of days in middle school, I experienced the richness of junior high school life.
ferment
Today is the first election since junior high school. The campaign draft was prepared yesterday, and it is planned to be a "blockbuster" today. However, a few minutes before the election, I became very nervous and kept praying: God bless, I must run for office!
Shit! It's my turn What should I do? I forced myself to calm down and start my campaign speech. But in the process of speaking, my legs have been shaking slightly and my whole body is cold, alas! Still nervous.
Finally, I finished my speech and stepped down. While listening to others, analyze the gap between yourself and others. I have an ominous feeling that I will lose the election-although I don't believe it.
The teacher announced the result, and as expected, I lost the election. Looking at the joy of other students, my heart is sour. ...
sweet food
There will be an English exam next class. I turned over English books again and again, with English words in my mouth, eager to get good grades in the exam. My deskmate laughed at me for being possessed, and I was unmoved: I was insured again!
The test paper was handed out, so I read it quickly, but I actually reviewed it! So I wrote a book without hesitation, and it only took me twenty minutes to finish it. Check it again carefully.
At noon, I ran to the office building to see the scores and searched for a long time. Finally, I found my paper in a pile of papers with a bright red "100" on it. There was a burst of surprise among the people looking for the newspaper. Looking at the surprised faces of the students, my heart is sweet. ...
I have only tasted a little bit of the ups and downs of middle school, and there is still a long way to go. No matter what you encounter, you should keep a rational and clear head, don't be carried away by victory and become conceited, and don't be heartbroken and depressed by failure. In this way, we can successfully spend our junior high school life.
May our beautiful junior high school life not be eclipsed by a little thing about you and me!
Our junior high school students' story composition is about 600 words.
My youth, my song.
"The rain wet the sky.
It was destroyed perfectly. . . . . . "I walked alone on the road with an umbrella, singing.
I just came to the new class, so I didn't make any friends because I was introverted and didn't like to say hello.
Friends, and old friends have new friends, so I won't bother her, maybe it's just an excuse. . . . . . Anyway,
I'm escaping from a new environment.
My friend also knew that I was timid, so he introduced me to a friend. My first impression of her was that she was short, a little naughty and cute. I don't know what to say because I'm not good at dealing with people. But her lively words, like fountains, suddenly enlivened the originally lifeless atmosphere. "What's your name?" "Pefia" and "My name is Wang Xiaoyan" answered before I asked her. So I had my first new friend in junior high school.
"The wind here is very sticky, sticking to the thoughts of passers-by.
. When the rain comes here, it will form a line and haunt us to stay on earth.
. You are surrounded by fate, which is written on three sacred stones. . . . . . "。 I walked on the road, singing. Only this time I'm not singing alone, but with Wang Xiaoyan. Because my family lives in Tonghua Mountain Villa, I sometimes go together after school. Two people are talking and laughing on the road. I think: the new environment is not so bad.
"hey
heave ho
heave ho
heave ho
Put the fun ones first, and think about the search results later ~
Turn forward, turn back and then turn left to get rid of your troubles. Who scored the highest? "I sing to my friends on the road. Because of my new deskmate and friends, I am no longer lonely after school every day, and most of them are in a good mood. I thought: it's good to have friends.
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The sky is full of sugar, so what if it falls. No matter how heavy the rain is, the rainbow is a smiling face and a sad goodbye.
Goodbye, happiness needs no reason! "I began to take the initiative to greet others and make friends. It turns out that making friends is very simple. I thought to myself. My efforts also paid off, and I made many friends. Happy every day.
"I built my own stage and wanted the whole world to see it. I wrote my own script and believe that I will always be the protagonist. I created my own charm and surprised everyone. My future shines by itself and hugs me every tomorrow. " This is my favorite song now.
There is a song with * * *, low tide, joy and melancholy. This song belongs to no one but myself.