In daily study, work or life, everyone will often come into contact with composition. Composition is a narrative way in which people express the relevant knowledge, experience and thoughts stored in memory in written form. What kind of composition can be called an excellent composition? The following is an excellent composition compiled by Bian Xiao for your reference, hoping to help friends in need.

Excellent composition of grade one in junior high school 1

Looking back on September, this month sounds normal, but there is an unforgettable holiday, which is Teacher's Day on September 10.

As the saying goes, once a teacher, always a father. From the first grade of primary school to the second grade of junior high school, every teacher of mine is as kind as a blessing. In late summer and early autumn, Teacher's Day came quietly with sweet-scented osmanthus, which reminded me of Teacher's Day on September 10, 2000.

On that day, most students in our class handed the greeting card to the teacher who taught our class. The greeting card was full of praise and blessing sentences, and then began to write. Tick-tock always takes a vigorous step and never stops. Looking at the white hair on your temples, I always have unspeakable cherish in my heart. My dear teacher, that's the destination of chalk choice, but it dyed your black hair white. I want to tell you this year.

You are the rain and dew in spring. In every spring when everything recovers, you moisten our dry heart, water our heart and give us vitality and vigor.

You are a thunderstorm in summer. In every summer of thunder and lightning, you inspire us to forge ahead and work hard, warning us of helplessness. Facing all kinds of difficulties and setbacks in life, you are persistent and brave. You are the rainbow after the rain, giving us blessings and hopes. You are the autumn fragrance in summer. In every bleak autumn, you give up smoking and let us know the spirit and connotation of King Flower. In the realm, we should coldly warn the truth and hope.

You are the plum blossom in the dead of winter. In every cold winter, you stand tall and teach us tenacity and perseverance with your own actions. You are also the sunshine in winter, giving us warmth and care.

Every time I leave, I can always think of the way you sobbed. I only vaguely remember that since you are a new substitute teacher for the first time, the school suggested dividing classes. We are reluctant to leave you, and you hold us and cry like a child.

Looking back at September, looking back at Teacher's Day on September 10th every year, this great and special festival, looking back at our most beloved teacher, I want to cheer for you. You are the most beloved person in my life.

Listen, we are shouting with our hearts, teacher, we love you. September, September every year, is also the 30 days we never forget, because in these 30 days, there is a biggest and most exciting festival for students, that is, September 10 Teacher's Day.

Excellent composition of grade one in junior high school II

Touching is a smile, a spiritual shock and an invisible force. Moving can warm people's hearts, but I don't know what moving is, so I look everywhere.

Walking in the street, I accidentally tripped over a stone and staggered into the mire. At this moment, a strange old woman came over and helped me up. "Son, didn't it hurt?" After helping me up, she took out a piece of cloth from her coat pocket and wiped the dirty things off me. Her kind face and kind words deeply touched my heart. Grandma's concern is a touch.

During the Wenchuan earthquake, I saw a story: In the shed of the temporary ambulance center, a seriously injured junior three student named Huang Yue refused to enter the ward for treatment, and the shadow of her being buried underground for four hours hung over her. At that time, more than 60 students in their class were buried in the ruins in a blink of an eye. In the dark, Huang Yue felt his head bleeding. When she was about to fall into a coma, she heard her classmate JASON ZHANG calling her. She held out her hand to JASON ZHANG, and JASON ZHANG took Huang Yue's hand. Huang Yue asked JASON ZHANG, "Are we going to die?" JASON ZHANG said, "No." Huang Yue was badly injured and fainted in the middle. As soon as Zhang Yang found that Huang Yue was silent, he shook her hand vigorously: "Huang Yue, you must insist, we must live together." As a result, the two were saved. At this time of crisis, encouragement is a touch!

This is a story that happened to me: a lady took a taxi home and left a red wallet in the taxi after getting off, which contained more than 2000 yuan and important documents such as ID card. When she got home, the lady suddenly remembered, but it was too late. Just when she was in a hurry, the taxi company called and asked her to get the lost money. When she brought it back, she was so moved that she didn't know what to say and even forgot to say thank you. It is also a kind of emotion to change money without ignorance.

It turns out that touch is around us, and life is full of touch, which is comfort when you are sad, encouragement when you fail, and a cup of boiled water when you are thirsty. I think I will be a touching person in the future.

Excellent composition of grade one in junior high school 3

"What? Business trip again? Why? " I shouted. "Sister, we are not only for you, but also for the future," mom explained. "For me? Business trip, business trip or business trip. Do you know how unhappy I am at home alone? " "Why not happy? Everyone else wants their parents to go out and play at home. Why are you unhappy? " "Only you would think so!" I accidentally talked back to my parents. "Well, forget it, have a dinner. Go to school tomorrow, and we must leave tomorrow. " I have no choice but to listen to them. Now I can only hope that my parents will change their minds. I really want to have a busy home.

The next day, my parents were on a business trip. I went to cram school according to my usual habit. I walked on the road, although I wore enough clothes to block the cold of heavy snow, but my heart was still cold. In class, I didn't remember the teacher's main points at all, because I was just thinking about yesterday and had a daydream. I thought: If I can beg them desperately and stall them, will my parents miss the boarding time and stay? I thought: If I slip and fall into the river, will my parents try their best to save me and let me forgive them? I thought: If I can get seriously ill, will my parents stay with me? I think, after school, I saw many classmates holding their parents' generous hands and rushing home to eat delicious food, while I could only eat yesterday's leftovers alone. It was very hot at noon, and the high temperature soon melted the snow. Somehow, I felt terribly cold at home, and fell asleep because I didn't like to sleep. When I woke up, it was already dark and the snow had stopped. I saw a short message from my mother on my mobile phone: Sister, eat your dinner and buy yourself a cupcake after eating. We will definitely help you make up your birthday when we go back.

Maybe everyone thinks I will be sad, sad that my parents didn't accompany me on my birthday. I'm not sad because I didn't know it was my birthday at all, but my parents remember that they didn't care about me, and they didn't forget my birthday because they were busy with work. I am very happy. Although I am the only one eating the birthday cake, I am already satisfied.

Students, when did I never want to spoil my parents like other children? I never want to spend my birthday with my parents and eat cakes like other children. I never wanted to have a happy family, but I was satisfied.

Excellent composition of grade one in junior high school 4

The sound of firecrackers keeps ringing. Colorful fireworks are blooming beautiful flowers in the air, and the air is filled with festive atmosphere. My parents and I went back to my grandparents' home and spent the annual Spring Festival.

Just arrived at the door, a couplet called "Happy Chinese Dream, Invite Spring to Be Well-off" came into view. Vigorous strokes, each full of true feelings and expectations for the coming year. In the past, the grape trellis was covered with all kinds of lanterns. Some are like cranes, meaning longevity; Some are like carp, which means more than one year; Others are like ears of rice, meaning a bumper harvest in the coming year. These lanterns are dazzling and very beautiful. It's just a small light show. Visiting neighbors in the street from the first day of the lunar new year to the fifteenth day of the first month, you can enjoy lanterns everywhere. Looking at everyone's face filled with simple and happy smiles, I can't help thinking that some people are always in a hurry in an endless stream of cities, breathing the competition of business, the pressure of work and the glitz of material things. In the end, I found nothing. Why not let go of the pressure and experience life?

The most exciting thing is Bao jiaozi. Dad hummed his Divine Comedy with his ghostly voice while cutting meat, which made the whole family burst into laughter. The sound of rolling, chopping meat and laughing in the kitchen played a happy and warm symphony. Our family sat around the table, all ready to show their talents. I saw jiaozi in my mother's arms, big and stuffed. When she put her hands in the middle, a beautiful pattern appeared, just like a dress. And jiaozi seems to be very bad for me. Every time I wrap jiaozi, the stuffing is too little or the skin is broken. My family looked at me embarrassed and couldn't help laughing. We put the wrapped jiaozi into the pot, and in a short time, the fragrance spread all over the kitchen, and I couldn't help swallowing.

In the evening, the New Year's Eve dinner is ready, and there are no chickens, ducks, fish, eggs and vegetables left. Every dish lives up to the chef's expectations. The family ate, talked and laughed, and enjoyed themselves. In order to enliven the atmosphere, grandpa raised his glass and said, "Compared with our family, we have entered a well-off society. We are all tired of eating big fish and meat, and the good days are yet to come. A toast to our future. "

The strong flavor of the year lingers in my heart.

Excellent composition of grade one in junior high school 5

Another year in Tomb-Sweeping Day. If we do another sampling test tomorrow, we will have a holiday. However, it has already begun to plan whether Tomb-Sweeping Day will go to the cemetery to sweep the graves of his dead relatives.

For Tomb-Sweeping Day, the world may think that he is synonymous with sadness, but I have different feelings about him. Indeed, Tomb-Sweeping Day is full of sadness, thinking of too many memories that have long been dusty and buried in the bottom of my heart. Relying on all this, I can only vent in tears. Perhaps because of this, attending classes has become the deepest memory in people's eyes.

But tears often have different interpretations, but people often think that Qingming is filled with nameless sadness and bleakness. Maybe they are right. Things like Qingming are sad. However, what is the significance of recalling the painful memories of the past to us now? It is better to think about why we exist and sketch the future.

Qingming should not be a memory of the royal family, but a prospect of the future. Imagine how many people in this world can seize the present and look forward to a better future if people are immersed in regret, helplessness and self-blame. Then the world will become a sad place. If Qingming is just an opportunity for workers to vent, then I agree. I am used to seeing many people cry when they worship their ancestors in Tomb-Sweeping Day, but how many people can feel it? Now this society is full of deception, which makes me wonder. Can the class still express feelings? The scenes and touching plots of TV series can no longer make me burst into tears. Everyone cries on Qingming Day, for what?

It's long gone now. "There are many rains during the Qingming period, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." Am I too sensitive or have people's feelings long been numb? The peddling on the road is still the same, and the tourists are laughing. People seem to be numb, there is no catharsis of feelings, no redemption of the past, and no prospect of the future.

Excellent composition of the first day of junior high school 6

For more than ten years, no matter the changes of the times or my ignorance, I have never felt at a loss. Now, I feel helpless as never before, wandering at the crossroads for a long time. Ask yourself gently, where is my way?

With questions, I fell asleep in a daze I came to a depressed street, vaguely as if someone was knocking at me. I slowly turned around and a man in a robe stood in front of me. "Isn't this Kong Yiji?" I couldn't help shouting, and he nodded. I asked curiously, "Aren't you already well?" Kong Yiji sighed and said sadly, "I'm dead and abandoned by those indifferent people. This also blames me for not going my own way. Fortunately, Duke Zhou took me in and didn't make me look like a lonely ghost. " Kong Yiji asked about me when he finished his story. I looked down shyly and said, "Actually, I was thinking about a problem." "What's the problem?" Kong Yiji asked me curiously. "Where is my way?" I blurted it out.

"Road?" Kong Yiji's eyes dimmed again. "My way? Unfortunately, I don't have my own way! I fell out of Sun Shan in the stereotyped writing examination room. In that society, I didn't have my own way, and because I wore a gown, I didn't fit in with those short-sleeved gangs. How can I have my own way? "

After listening to Kong Yiji's lament, I can't help thinking about how vast my road is in today's society. My thoughts gushed out like a spring. I patted Kong Yiji on the shoulder to comfort him and told him my bright road. "School is my way. At school, I can show my talents to the maximum extent. I have the opportunity to stand in front of the lecture platform and openly select members of the brigade, so that I can fight for my ideal position in the examination room. How wide my road is. I can continue to pursue and strive for success and joy on a broad road. "

Kong Yiji listened to my heartfelt words, looked at me with envy and said, "Now your problem should be solved! The road is everywhere, just follow your heart. "

Kong Yiji shook his head and left. When I woke up from my dream, I couldn't help feeling deeply. Indeed, what Kong Yiji said is very reasonable. The road is everywhere, just walk with your heart.

I didn't hesitate. I resolutely chose a road and walked forward easily.

Excellent composition of the first day of junior high school 7

In front of me are some home-cooked dishes, plus a bowl of rice. Very ordinary, even plain.

The heat emitted by rice and vegetables are mixed together to form a light mist, like a thin layer of fog, which is beautiful, just like the vast waves in drizzle. I am surrounded by this fog of love, just like a breeze on my face. I rubbed my blurred eyes, and through the misty fields, I saw my mother's caressing eyes and my father's broad and old face. I felt my whole body tremble slightly, and an inexplicable force started from my heart and attacked my whole body.

I don't care so much. Take a bite of rice, with a faint fragrance and a simple taste. Chewing, chewing, the fragrance seems to float away, leaving only a waxy taste, very soft. I have an inexplicable feeling, jumping between my teeth.

I keep eating and tasting. At this time, my mother kept picking up dishes for me; At this moment, my father was secretly looking at me out of the corner of his eye.

"Under the lamp, a family of three, snuggling up, eating boring rice", is this the picture now? I think it's a little funny, with a distant, heavy and indescribable feeling.

I'm a little touched. They, who have been with me for more than ten years, have carved the feelings of the years on my forehead while my wings are growing, which is difficult to express in words. I just finished eating slowly and moved away from my unwilling steps.

When I got to the study, my father had turned on the heating for me, and I felt all the cells in my body shaking, splashing an inexplicable impulse and strong feeling.

I heard my father's footsteps, and a warm current poured out of my heart.

Comments:

Where does warmth come from? Tang Wei told us: The heat and fragrance of home cooking, the careful dishes of my mother and my father's concern and peep, it turns out that we all live in warmth!

"Plain is true", as long as you observe and experience with your heart, you can chew the feelings of truth, goodness and beauty from the ordinary everyday!

Excellent composition of the first day of junior high school 8

Night, quiet, only the alarm clock on the table is ticking. I sat in front of the glass window, looking out of the window, staring at the shining stars in the sky, immersed in the reverie of a better tomorrow. Think about tomorrow, what will I do? What interesting things will happen and what will change?

What will happen tomorrow? Maybe everything will change tomorrow. Today is your best friend, tomorrow may become a pair of sworn enemies because of some trivial things. Today, he ignored you and was indifferent. Maybe tomorrow, he will help you when you need it most. What day is tomorrow? Tomorrow may be a complicated geometric problem or an unsolvable equation. In this world, it seems that our tomorrow is fixed like a fixed computer program. Don't! Tomorrow will definitely belong to us! We should continue to explore and build tomorrow.

Tomorrow morning, I may go out happily, buy breakfast and go to school; Tomorrow morning, I may be troubled by a little thing. And tomorrow night, I will take the time to do my homework, and then prepare my own clothes for tomorrow, so that my mother will not worry about me anymore.

I sometimes feel that tomorrow will never come, because it is near and far, erratic, and people keep tossing and waiting in vain.

I remember reading in the newspaper that today is better than two tomorrows. So we must cherish every day. Lazy people always talk about what will happen tomorrow, but never say what to do today. I used a poem to describe them, "Tomorrow comes tomorrow, how many tomorrows are there?" . And diligent people always plan today and then plan tomorrow. Time flies so fast that you can't say tomorrow, so make good use of today.

Tomorrow is beautiful. After tomorrow, maybe all your troubles will disappear, just like you are angry because you failed in the exam and scratching your head for tomorrow's lunch. But after tomorrow, maybe everything will change: the serious teacher becomes a smiling face; Just like you are proud that you got full marks, just like you are happy that tomorrow's lunch is your favorite shredded green pepper. After tomorrow, we will work harder and study steadily. We should take every step and do everything well!

After tomorrow, I am the one who will study hard, and I will rush to my goal. I know my future is not a dream. So I hope that through my own efforts, I can get a better tomorrow!

Excellent composition of the first day of junior high school 9

Past events dispersed like the wind, and fell like leaves. I slowly searched from trivial events, and it flew into my heart like a bird. Just two months after school started, sports made me feel deep pain. After many passes, I still failed to escape that robbery. It was neither cold nor hot that day, and it was not difficult for me to take the 50-meter test for our girls. What we need is explosive power. But my nervous mood has not completely let go. I stood in the line and watched the players run away one by one. Sweat trickled down my forehead, and my hands could hold it. It's my turn I raised my right leg and made a preparatory gesture. "Run!" "At that moment, I struggled to run out, perhaps because my posture was not accurate enough. I'm running to my knees, and my speed is gradually slowing down. Watching the students pass me one by one, listening to the PE teacher counting: "1 2", it's almost the end. I tried my best to rush, but I still can't get rid of bad luck. Finally, I listened to the teacher's report-I sat on the steps, tears streaming down like broken beads. Think of your big boast just now and regret what you said. I don't blame others, but I don't have enough exercise and explosive power. I watched the sunset. I told myself that although I encountered such hardships, I would keep my feet on the ground and climb up step by step, even if it was difficult.

I walked slowly around the playground in the glory of the sunset, thinking about what had just happened, and my eyes blurred again. I looked up, took back my tears bit by bit, ran to the water source and stroked my cheek with clear water. My footsteps have become heavy, and I think there will be more difficult things in the future. I learned a truth from the 50-meter sports competition: nothing is difficult in the world, as long as you are willing to climb. As long as you make up your mind, you will reach the finish line. On the way to the finish line, no matter how hard it is, I will climb up step by step, and I will see the most beautiful myself!

The memory of youth is profound and will be imprinted in my mind forever. Fallen leaves can't take away my memory, and age can't take away the pain, and that memory will never be forgotten.