Narrative composition of the second day of junior high school 1 As the saying goes, "Words must be kept, and actions must be fruitful." My uncle is such a person. He is very generous and hospitable. Whenever someone asks him for help, he will be responsive and enthusiastic. But he has changed recently. With the change of his position, everything changed. It turns out that he is a warm-hearted, and now as long as others come to him for help, they should take something to "honor" him.
Just a week ago, I went to my uncle's house to play. I was playing computer in the computer room when I heard a quick knock at the door. My uncle opened the door and was a middle-aged man. He is fat and has all kinds of gifts in his hand. I took a closer look. Wow, there are countless royal jelly, deer turtle wine and cordyceps sinensis, all of which are advanced. After putting down the gift, he also affectionately called his uncle "the manager". "But my uncle is just an assistant manager. How can ... "I thought. I learned later that the man must want something from his uncle. "Manager Jia, for you and I are old friends and these gifts, can you give me ten more musical instruments?" "Sure, but you have to leave a way out for my family's children to go to junior high school, so go to Nanqing." "That's for sure." The man has a smile on his face. "Ok, here are ten." "Thank you, manager." Say that finish, the man left.
After a while, there was another knock at the door. It was my uncle. He came in empty-handed and a little stiff. I hid behind the door and listened. Even my uncle wanted to ask him for three instruments, but he said, "As a relative, I should help you, but the boss kept shouting,' Be honest as an official, and don't use your power to seek personal gain for relatives and friends'." So I can't help you! "My uncle just answered" yes, yes "and left after a while.
I thought to myself, "Didn't my uncle always educate me to be honest with others?" Why didn't he do it himself? "
I dare not say more, so I went to the room silently. ...
When you were born, it seemed that there was nothing, nothing belonged to you. Except for one thing, that is sunshine. We have sunshine.
The sun is selfless, it dedicates itself, illuminates the darkness, dispels the shadows and brings us warmth. In this material world, sunshine is free.
Diogenes was a philosopher. He gave up his wealth and devoted himself to research. When Alexander visited, he didn't show respect for the emperor. Instead, he asked Alexander to stand aside and not block his sunshine.
In diogenes's world, everything is nothing. We don't pursue the amount of property, but enjoy the sunshine, because the sunshine always guides us forward.
In the early morning, the first ray of sunshine entered my room through the blue gauze, which brought a ray of light to the room, forcing me to open my hazy eyes in my sleep and look at the warm world, and a new day began again. Out of the house, the whole body is sunny, running to the sun, running to the school with flowers and birds, preparing for a day's study time. At noon, the sun is scorching. If you expose your body to the sun, it will be painful. At the end of the day's study, the sunset hangs in the sky and the sun is soft and beautiful. Facing the sunset, set foot on the way home.
The sun, when it rises, breaks the darkness, and when it sets, it loses its light. At night, people always feel terrible and can't see hope.
Sunshine is with me all the year round. With it, I am fearless. Sunshine shows a reality and an ideal.
The midday sun shows the reality, cruelly kills our will and evaporates our sweat; The sunset at dusk shows the ideal, so gorgeous and elegant, so beautiful.
No matter what the future holds. Don't panic, yes, we have sunshine.
This Thursday and Friday are the sports meeting of our school.
On Thursday morning, we ushered in the opening ceremony. The highest class is one class a year, followed by two classes a year ... Finally, it's our turn. We walked into the venue with forceful steps and shouted, "Study hard and make progress every day." When all the classes entered the center of the playground, the headmaster announced: "Xinghua Street Primary School Sports Meeting officially started!" " "
There are many sports this time, including 4× 100 relay, solid ball throwing, 50m running, 100m running, 200m running, 400m running and 800m running. Among them, I am most interested in running 800 meters. It was Zhang who took part in the 800-meter race. As soon as the gunfire rang, the contestants began to run, and Zhang also ran fast, ranking second and third in the morning market. But their physical strength is slowly exhausted and they are left behind by others. At this time, everyone shouted together: "Come on! Come on! Come on ... "Finally ran to the finish line. With everyone's encouragement, we ran fourth and sixth.
Followed by 4× 100 relay. The contestants in this competition are Zhao Zebing, Chang, Chang. The first is Zhao Zebing. As soon as the shot rang, he flew out and ran to the second position. Then came Wang Tianxiang, who also ran fast, but still ranked second. Often not to be outdone, I struggled to catch up, and the first place ran past. Finally, there is Chen Haoming. Unfortunately, when he was running, he tripped and fell, which made him the last one. At this time, everyone encouraged him to continue. Finally ran to the fourth place. However, due to the foul of Class Five, the qualification of the competition was cancelled. Our class became the third place.
I really hope the next sports meeting will come soon!
The first day of the first lunar month is the most lively day in 365 days of the year. On this day, what I like best is that a group of classmates created a WeChat group to grab red envelopes.
On New Year's Eve, several good classmates and I were playing hand-shooting games. Suddenly, the bulletin board showed that I was dragged into a group. I didn't care too much, just silently closed the notice bar and continued to play games.
"Brother, there is a car in the direction of 195, with a team on it. Come on, I was knocked down by them, come and save me. " A classmate shouted, I was just about to say yes. Suddenly, a message [WeChat red envelope] was displayed above the mobile phone.
"Still fart, there are red packets, grab red packets." I shouted excitedly to my classmates. Then I ignored the classmate, quickly quit the game, quickly opened WeChat, clicked on the red envelope, and then showed the amount of money I grabbed.
When I quit, I saw a WeChat group named "Tsinghua University Advanced Digital Discussion Group", so I frowned and wondered when I joined a group with such a tall name. Look at the group members again, and you will know that this is the group I was dragged into when I was playing games, but it was named after the class before, but now it has been changed to such a tall name.
I grabbed a red envelope and learned that they made a rule-when grabbing a red envelope, whoever is lucky enough to grab the most will get the red envelope.
Therefore, grabbing a red envelope depends on luck. Lucky people can grab a lot of money, and unlucky people may end up with nothing.
On this night of grabbing red envelopes, I was very lucky, and I gave out two red envelopes altogether. But some students are different. They give out red envelopes and grab them themselves. As a result, their luck was the best, and they had to send it again, several times in a row, asking him to ask the goddess of luck to take care of himself.
This year's Spring Festival is full of flavor.
Today is the second day of New Year's Day. I slept until after six o'clock in the afternoon, feeling bored and satiated. Grandma sent me out as usual.
At the intersection, grandma didn't mean to go back, so she walked for a while. Such a familiar scene reminds me of last year's Spring Festival.
Grandma said you were in pain this time last year. I thought about it and said, yeah. The same carrying jiaozi, the same crossing, the same delivery. I can feel grandma's deep love. She has always been very concerned about me and my sister and worried about us. I hope we are all fine.
I miss my childhood more and more. At dinner, grandma talked about our childhood, and grandpa said, why do you say that? Grandma said shit and pee, and grandpa said eat. Don't say that. The old man and the old lady will joke a few words from time to time. At this time, grandma squinted at grandpa, or went up to play a few times and twisted a few times, and grandpa smiled and hurried away. What a lovely old man! You can be so content when you are old.
Think about how long I haven't seen my grandparents before, and I feel guilty living so close. Grandma said that once you get married, you can't always go back to your mother's house. I said, I'll come back to you when I get married and come with my mother. Grandma said with a mouthful of mother-in-law, which sounded very unaccustomed and even a little disgusting. So I suddenly don't want to grow up and like to listen to "Don't Want to Grow Up" by S.H.E. I miss my grandmother's warm arms, my grandfather's generous mind, going to school with my sister, doing homework after school, and playing carefree with my brother. But people always grow up, and when they grow up, they have more responsibilities and obligations, and this affection will be passed down from generation to generation.
My brother has grown up and knows how to care for others. When my sister grew up, she studied and lived abroad alone and had a new boyfriend. When I grow up and put on olive green, my life will turn a new page.
There is no way to measure maternal love. There have been two more angels since birth. They have been guarding you, caring for you and keeping you away from danger. Just for your future happiness, I never want you to repay them. Meng Jiao's Ode to a Wanderer said: "The thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for wayward children. However, an inch of long grass is a bit sentimental, and it is rewarded with three spring rays. "
There are many great mothers in the world. They have tried their best for their children and worked hard every day. For example: Mencius' mother. "In Meng Mu, I chose my neighbors, but I broke the loom without learning." Mencius' mother moved three times for his study, and she didn't want him to be with some friends, for fear of delaying his bright future. When his son played truant, he cut off the cloth on the loom to educate his son. Mencius later became a respected person, and his mother contributed a lot!
Mom, do you remember? There is a lot of homework now. If you don't do your homework as soon as you get home, you will definitely stay up late. I don't even want to have dinner. One day after dinner, I went back to my room to do my homework. I wonder if it is dry. My mouth is very dry, and it hurts when I open it slightly. But I refused to fetch water because I had homework. But just then, mom, you took a glass of water and gently put it on my desk. I was so happy that I drank it all at once. After a while, you peeled some oranges and fed them to my mouth. At that time, the feeling of thirst disappeared, and people felt refreshed. Doing homework also brings spirit. Later, you read with me.
Mom, I really want to say thank you. Thank you for your meticulous care of me over the years; Thank you for letting me know what love is; Thank you for bringing me to such a big age.
Motherly love is priceless, selfless and great. My ear seems to hear that nursery rhyme again: "Only mothers are good in the world, and children with mothers are like treasures ..."
In my mind, my parents are like the red sun, and I am like the grass on the land. They shine on me warmly, and I thrive on their chests. My parents are like high mountains, and I am like a small tree behind them. They sheltered me from the wind and rain, and I laughed and laughed behind them. My parents are a piece of Wang Yang first, and I am like a small fish in the sea. They provided me with rich nutrition, and I walked down the stairs one by one.
Parents' love is sometimes like a drizzle, so gentle, delicate and affectionate. I remember one time, it rained. No sooner had I finished school than I saw a familiar figure in the rain and fog. Ah, it's dad. I ran over at once. He came to pick me up by bike. When he saw that I was only wearing a sportswear, he immediately took off his shirt and put it on me, wearing only a thin vest. Suddenly, it was like a warm current coming into my heart. Bicycles run in the rain. Ruthless rain beat dad's body. I put my little hand on my father's cold arm, closed my eyes and wished deeply: rain, please don't fall, wind, please don't scratch, don't hurt my father's heart that loves me!
My parents are sometimes generous, broad and deep, allowing me to educate and care. I remember once, I started to get an amazing score-100. I was in high spirits at school that day. When I get home, I can tell my mother the news. I thought she was happy, but it was beyond my expectation. I just said in a serious tone, "I don't like your arrogance." When I made some achievements, I just cocked my tail. Remember, son, there are days behind us! " Yes, I haven't forgotten her deep voice and serious teaching.
Ah! This incident reflects the sincere love of parents, including their endless care and education.
When the summer vacation came, my mother and I moved to a small house.
Our neighbor is a Miao grandmother. She is over 80 years old. Her son and daughter both work in the city and come only once every six months. She is helpless and inflexible, and often can't buy things on time. So I buy it for her every day after school. Grandma refused at first, but after my repeated requests, grandma finally agreed. Since then, I have done something for my grandma every day.
This morning, I came to grandma's cabin, only to find that she was still in a sweet dream. I saw the dirty clothes on the chair and thought: grandma is old, let me help her wash these dirty clothes! I thought about it and came to the river with a wooden basin, a wooden stick for beating clothes, a washboard and those dirty clothes. I kept patting my clothes, and many small splashes jumped around in the water, jumping around naughtily on my clothes like lovely children. The bright sunshine shines on the waves, and the color is very beautiful! Like a colorful flower! I washed my clothes, put them in a wooden basin, and then went back to my grandmother's cabin.
Hardly had I hung up my clothes when my grandmother woke up. Seeing me hanging clothes, she stroked my little face with rough hands and said, "Son, don't wash clothes yourself in the future." Although I am over eighty years old, I am still strong! I can do my own laundry. Study hard when you are young! Don't worry about it later! "I said," it's okay! Grandma, you are old, let me do this! " Grandma smiled and said, "You are a good girl!" "I pulled my apron and stepped on my left foot. I am very shy. My face turned red at once, and I said shyly, "Grandma, where have you been?" We are a family! "Grandma said," little girl, you make me feel so warm! " "
In this way, my grandmother and I had a happy morning! Don't! It was my grandmother and I who had a pleasant morning!
There is no real empathy in the world.
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Night, wind, lonely and quiet path ...
"Where's my cosmetic bag?" Suddenly a word came from behind, looking so cold in the dark. I don't know. I answered lightly. "Don't tell me you don't know. You are the only one at home today. Who else will take it except you? " I yelled and turned to stare at her, her eyes shining with fire. "I said I didn't take it." "Also chicanery" she is a roar. "I just didn't take it." Then I ran to the door without looking back.
It's raining lightly outside. I leaned against a tree and buried my head in my knees. My mother's reprimand echoed in my mind just now. Tears are no longer under my control. They slipped from both sides of my cheeks and turned into ice in an instant. Those are not my tears, but the tears of the night. People say it is as gentle as water, but the water has lost its tenderness at this moment. Rain mixed with tears, I closed my eyes and couldn't hear the sound of rain dripping on the ground, as if it had melted into the night, and the feeling of loneliness surrounded me.
The wind is biting on me, and I feel extremely lonely. I looked up. Under the street lamp, I saw a figure coming behind me. "I'm sorry, my mother misunderstood you. I put my cosmetic bag in the drawer. Come home with me. It's cold outside. Don't get sick from freezing. " Her voice was low and her words were full of apologies.
I went home with my mother. I don't know when the rain stopped and the flowers at my feet opened. The warmth is still there, even if sometimes there is not so much empathy.
Narrative composition of the second day of junior high school 10 "Love others with sincerity and create harmony with kindness". This has always been our goal. There is a famous saying: "To love others is to love yourself." I never understood this sentence, until now, when I finally grew up, I gradually understood the true meaning of this sentence.
I went to the artificial lake a few days ago, and I was decorating it. There were rags everywhere. A few days later, I went to the artificial lake again, but everything in front of me surprised me. The polluted lake turned into a clear pond. The water is sparkling and crystal clear, reflecting the beauty of blue sky and white clouds. The lotus leaf in the pond looks like a colorful sail on the blue waves from a distance, which is really beautiful. Fish, frogs and turtles play freely in the water, without worrying that sewage will destroy their happy mood! That's true in the water, but by the lake, many people are sitting there leisurely, holding fishing rods in their hands, waiting for the fish to bite. The scenery in front of us is given by the government. The government cares for the people, and the people don't throw rubbish everywhere, which makes Jinzhou District full of love and harmony.
I'm a little reporter at school. I observe people and things around me everywhere and go back to school to write a report. One day, I saw this scene on the road: it was a winter morning and the road was covered with ice and snow. The road was slippery and several children slipped and couldn't get up. An elder sister helped them up one by one. They United as one, holding hands one after another, and finally got through the difficulties.
In fact, there are many such examples around us, such as community grandmothers scraping wild advertisements and so on. If everyone can be like grandma in the community, how good the world environment will be; If everyone can be like a big sister, the world will be full of love; If everyone can serve others like a police uncle, the world will become a harmonious society without thieves.
I love the great motherland, which is our home for survival, with green mountains and green waters, clear water and blue sky ..... Let each of us "sincerely care for others and create harmony through charity"! Make the world more colorful!
The second day narrative composition 1 1 has a feeling. I hate it, but I care so much in my heart. Caring makes you confused and makes you afraid to face your heart. It was not until the day when you really lost it was also the day when you grew up that the bender suddenly realized that you never really hated it, and you always just expressed your love through hate. . .
How is he in heaven?
Do you miss me as much as I miss you at this moment?
You have no image in my mind, but at this moment, I still miss you.
I still want to pray for you. I hope you can live a carefree life in that world over there.
Believe it or not, this may be what people often say that blood is thicker than water!
Once, I was full of deep resentment against your sliding bearing.
I hate you for being irresponsible to me. You abandoned me.
That kind of hatred goes deep into the bone marrow, starting from being sensible.
I never thought I would forgive you, even though I knew you were dead.
Time will dilute, bentonite clarifier will change everything and let me know that I am actually happy.
Even if this happiness lost your participation, God gave me more.
I learned to be grateful and thank you for giving me life.
Today, let me, in such a festival full of thoughts and memories, shout "Dad" from my heart, although you will never hear it again. However, moving in Shanghai still wants to shout like this. That is not only a sentence about my father, but also contains my endless thoughts and love. Dad, I love you! Although, you never left any impression on me, and you never left any memories for me. However, I still love you just because you are my father and will always be my father.
There is a kind of love in the world that is immortal and will not change at all because of the passage of time. It is a great, selfless and noble love that flows through our whole body like a trickle.
I have a sore neck and a hoarse voice these days, and sometimes I can't even speak. Seeing me like this, my father peels a bowl of pears for me every night. One night, while I was writing a composition, my father brought me a bowl of pears as usual. At this time, I didn't want to eat, so I said to my father very wearily, "No". My father was at a loss and asked, "Don't you like eating very much? Besides, it's good for your neck. " "Don't eat, don't eat. Don't bother me with homework. " After that, my father went out in frustration. A few minutes later, my father came in with pears. I shouted angrily at my father: "I said I wouldn't eat, why are you still carrying it!" " "The father listened and went out silently. I returned to my desk angrily, writing heavily with a pen in my hand.
Time goes by slowly, and I'm going to sleep. I opened the door and saw my father sitting on the sofa with a bowl of pears in his hand, as if waiting for me to come out. My heart suddenly shook slightly, silver light shone on my father's head, and strands of white hair came into view. At this time, my nose is sour. I walked silently, reaching for the bowl of pears. The father said excitedly, "son, I tell you today's pears are very sweet." Try them! " In a flash, my heart was touched, and now I understand that fatherly love is so great, so selfless and so noble.
A small bowl of pears, filled with father's love, flows through our hearts like a trickle and never dries up.
Narrative composition of Grade Two 13 I lost badly in this competition.
The sports meeting began, the playground became lively, and the cheers of the cheerleaders came one after another.
I was recommended to participate in the softball competition because I was the first in the softball competition in the last sports meeting. Before the game, I talked and laughed with my classmates, and I felt no pressure, as if I were winning. Seeing that there are only two minutes left before the game, I feel an inexplicable tension in my heart, but I can't take care of it. I hurried to the softball field to line up.
I rank 12, so I have a lot of time to prepare myself mentally. I always remind myself not to have too much pressure. The first round of competition has started. The first few people voted well, so it's my turn. I threw the ball with all my strength. But brute force alone can't do it. Not far, fourth from the bottom. The next one is a classmate in Class Four. He threw it far away and the softball drew a perfect arc in the air. It took several seconds to land. At first glance, it is someone who has made full preparations before the game, but I haven't practiced once before the game. That's a real pity. My grades fell to the bottom three again.
The second round has begun. This time, I threw farther than the first place, but it was too wide. If it's out of bounds, it's not a score. The people in Class Four were shocked, but they soon woke up and said to me seriously, "Oh dear! Scared the baby to death, but if you want to win the first place, you still have to compare with me! " Seeing him so excited, I squinted at him unconvinced. "Hum!" !
The third round has started, but this is the last chance. My heart was pounding, and I thought, "We must seize this opportunity firmly!" " I ran forward and threw it, because I was in a bad state, and I threw it from the bottom. I stared at the landing site dumbfounded, feeling speechless about my achievements, so I had to carry this penultimate slouch back to the audience, while those who were among the best were talking proudly about their achievements.
I lost badly in this sports meeting. It seems that we should be fully prepared for everything in the future! If you don't practice hard, where can you get the joy of success?
Narrative composition the next day 14 "I'm cooking dinner today." I was suddenly in high spirits. My mother usually does it, but today I rushed to do it.
"Well, let's see what radish head can do." My parents smiled and readily agreed.
I snorted unconvinced, tied on my apron and went into the kitchen to start behind closed doors. The menu I arranged is "scrambled eggs with green peppers" and "millet porridge". The porridge will be ready soon. I began to peel green peppers and hit them hard with the handle. At this time, my mother came in and said to me, "Don't touch your eyes when peeling green peppers. Try to avoid touching them." I am immersed in the ocean of self-creation, and the sound of the sea is huge. How can I listen to my mother's words clearly? In order to make my dishes more perfect, when washing green peppers, I also rubbed the remaining seeds in the pulp with special care.
Chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop.
Soon, the fruits of my labor were put on the dining table, but my fingers were on fire and hurt badly. Showers and ice cubes are useless. I can't help asking my mother, "Will my hands hurt after washing green peppers?"
"Of course, I told you."
"Have you ever been in pain?"
"Of course, after cooking for so many years, which one didn't hurt a few times? This is not a particularly spicy green pepper. "
After hearing this, I thought of my mother cooking and shopping countless times. Choose vegetables. Washing vegetables, nothing is done carelessly, and I have never slacked off because of fatigue; I thought of her peeling green peppers countless times and endured the burning pain without saying a word. What a careless daughter I am!
On this day, my heart is as painful as my hand. This kind of pain can't be compared with words, because love can't be expressed in words.
Sima Guang wrote a sentence in the narrative composition 15 of the second day of junior high school: "It's a shame to meet each other late." It is a sentence that describes the deep friendship between two people.
I first met him when I was in the fourth grade. This is my first time to attend an English class. A stranger, very shy, didn't even dare to answer questions loudly and confidently. He encouraged me to be strong and bold. Once I had a lot of nosebleeds. He lent me paper towels and chalk to stop the bleeding and sent me a glass of water. He turned to me from time to time and asked me, "Are you better? How do you feel?" Are you dizzy? "And I always smile. At that time, he was the first classmate who cared about me in four years. My impression of boys has been refreshed, and it turns out that boys also have a good side. After that incident, we gradually got to know each other and established a deep friendship.
He studies well and occasionally puts on airs, which is also the most annoying place. Every day when I go to do my homework, I won't ask him all the questions. He told me the answer when he thought it was simple, and then said to me, "I don't even know this." Wow! " He often helps me with my studies, helping me with mathematics, geometry and binary linear equations. His ideas are sometimes so complicated that I can't understand them. However, he slowed down and repeated carefully until I understood. Sometimes I will go to the library to read books in my spare time, and then I will immerse myself in books and travel after four or five hours.
Although he looks ordinary, he has a small head, small eyes, two heavy eyebrows and a pair of glasses. But he let me know how to learn in the best way; Let me know what true friendship is; Let me realize that there is also the purest friendship between boys and girls.