Composition 1: "The happiness we tasted together" 400 words The happiness we tasted together This junior high school life is about to end. The best time I still remember is in the previous class 176.

My sadness at that time, my achievements at that time, and my depression at that time are still unforgettable to this day, especially those days of happiness and excitement.

Our Class 176 is extremely united and friendly. Whenever there is a basketball game, the whole class becomes one and works together. The basketball players work hard on the basketball court. The students cheer enthusiastically to boost morale, and even the teachers are involved.

As a result, we often win, and what we exchange for sweat and blood is honor and happiness.

I still remember the "walk around Qiaokou" activity. Our class was very excited and happy.

While walking, we talked and laughed, even though the distance was long and the journey was difficult.

But they were resolved one by one by the power of unity and persistence. Along the way, you told a joke and I told a story.

When you see a beautiful scenery, you take a photo with me and he takes a photo with me.

During the dinner party, the food brought was shared together, and everyone enjoyed themselves.

There is nothing in the world that can compare to such a beautiful thing.

When we encounter a problem in class, we all think about it together.

Taste books together, taste youth together, and taste happiness together.

Although I can't go back to those days, I still had them. Although my dreams at that time have come to nothing, I still worked hard.

Although the happiness at that time has faded, we once tasted it together.

Time can change the appearance, but it cannot change the feelings.

Time takes away youth, but passion remains.

Youth has no regrets and unlimited love.

Seven, six, seventy-six, my heart remains the same.

Composition 2: "The happiness we tasted together" 700 words Youth is a feast like wolves and tigers, and everyone's youth will have an unforgettable friend.

She may not be that good, but she will pull you back on track from every detour.

She may not care much about herself, but she often asks you if you have eaten on time.

She may not have ideal grades, but she still wants to help you, who is even worse.

What a deep impression she left on your youth, you remember her and she remembers you.

When I first entered junior high school, I was still very shy.

When I first entered junior high school, I felt fresh about everything, but I didn't dare to touch anything because of my shyness.

At that time, I was not as lively and cheerful as I am now. I was just gloomy and shy.

Whenever I see others playing together in the playground, I just lower my head again and again, not daring to speak, and can only secretly envy them in my heart.

It's been three weeks and I still haven't made any friends, but the people in the class have formed some fixed cliques.

I'm just alone, like the beginning of an endless journey.

In the fourth week, she appeared in front of me like an angel.

There was a twenty-minute break between classes. I stood out in front of the small groups. I felt that their eyes were glued to me. They were talking about me. They called me a monster. They laughed at me.

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I was very embarrassed, my face was as red as a ripe apple, and I didn't know what to do.

She suddenly appeared from in front of my desk and said, "Can you go to the bathroom with me? It's weird for me to go alone."

I put back the tears that were about to burst out, and nodded gently.

She took my hand and started running, muttering "hurry up, hurry up."

I looked at her anxious look and smiled softly.

From that day on, she would talk to me about everything big or small.

She said she was quarreling with her family, that her grades were always failing, and that she liked which subject.

I often advise her to restrain her temper, try to communicate with them, and try to prove herself.

She looked at me who was serious and burst into laughter.

Her worries are countless, but they always disappear the next day.

She is not shy like me, but more cheerful and bold.

She guides me, cares about me, and takes care of me.

I am very happy that she can take me out of my lonely circle. I am very happy that she can accompany me throughout my junior high school career. I am very happy that she can recall the happiness we have tasted together.

Composition 3: "The Happiness We Taste Together" 500 words On the happy street we tasted together, I passed her. Suddenly, I thought of something and shouted "Qiqi!" to her, and she

Looking back, she looked at me with a smile, showing two pointed little tiger teeth, and said, "Ah, you recognized me!" Her name is Qiqi. When I was a child, I always called her sister, until three years ago, she quietly

Leaving, leaving only a note "I don't want to say goodbye, so I won't say goodbye." From that moment on, her figure slowly faded out of my world. I didn't want to think about it. Maybe I was angry with her?

I am not a sentimental person, but the moment I recognized her, everything we had experienced together when we were young was like a wave, wave after wave, beating on my memory, and my heart seemed to have stopped suddenly.

Just like that, she lived in my little universe again.

"Sister, wake up!" The three-year-old me shook her body and saw her slowly opening her closed eyes. Without saying a word, I took her hand and ran downstairs. She rubbed her eyes helplessly.

He looked at me and said, "My lovely sister, what are you going to do this time? I'm so sleepy."