In our ordinary daily life, we all often come into contact with composition. Through composition, we can gather our scattered thoughts together.

How to write a thoughtful and literary composition?

The following are 7 essays on impressions of the first year of junior high school that I compiled. You are welcome to learn from them and refer to them. I hope they will be helpful to you.

First Grade Impressions Composition Part 1 Gently push open the old door of my grandpa’s house decorated with mottled red paint, and a faint scent of orange blows into my face, mixed with a hint of refreshing cherry flavor.

In the distance there are delicate lilies, upright young cypress trees, and an old hen nestled peacefully in a haystack in a small cave under the laundry table.

They are all my close playmates in childhood, and they are the most treasured memories in my childhood. Like the phantom of time, they remind me of thousands of thoughts again and again... Every summer, the thing I look forward to most is to be with my grandpa.

Go pick oranges.

In my memory, she has never grown golden-orange oranges, so I never know when the oranges are ripe and when they are still astringent.

My grandpa would take me to pick a bunch in order to get me to give up.

He is so tall that even if I stand on a small bench, I can't reach the orange tree, but he reached out and touched it.

Grandpa would often pick one, peel it off, throw a few pieces into his mouth regardless of my objections, and then make an intoxicated expression: "Oh, it's so sweet!" Whenever this happens, my indignation is like a tide.

It came to my mind as if he had occupied the only orange in the world.

I was so anxious that I punched and kicked my grandpa, with tears streaming down my face. It wasn't until he moaned in pain that I pouted and pretended to be good, begging him to pick me off again.

Sometimes the oranges are refreshingly sweet, and sometimes they are sour and bitter. When I encountered this kind of double deception by my grandfather, I wanted to cut off our relationship with him.

I still vaguely remember that in the early autumn of a certain year, the old hen at my grandpa’s house was laying eggs in the haystack. From time to time, it made a few soft cries, "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Repeating this monotonous melody tiredly.

But grandpa stood aside and smiled happily, saying words like "Good boy, good boy, it's going to be born, it's going to be born".

But I was very unhappy, and I was thinking about how to give her a good treatment - who asked her to make noises with her dumb throat to annoy me all day long?

At noon that day, grandpa went to Zhuangqiao Market to buy some things, and grandma went to worship, so I was left to lock the door and look after the house.

While my grandparents were out, I had already made a precise calculation in my mind.

What a great time!

The chicken made no sound, as if it was taking a nap. I acted immediately and got into the small stone cave.

"Coo! Coo!" The chicken jumped out of the back stone cave, its light golden feathers flying all over the sky, as if it was a small feather fan in the sky, blocking me from the dazzling sunlight.

I crawled out of the chicken coop in embarrassment, with my hands and arms full of egg yolks, egg whites, and chicken feathers stuck to me.

I was like a savage, chasing the hen all over the yard, and the hen was scurrying around like a frightened mouse. After a while, the whole yard was a mess.

"Oh, my little ancestor! What are you busy with? Huh?" Grandpa was so angry at the mess as soon as he entered the door, "The hen is laying an egg, but you are disturbing it!"

Clean it up quickly!" Grandma who heard the sound pulled me to the corner and asked seriously.

But I would take a first look - grandpa was sticking his buttocks out, putting his head and hands into the small cave to dig out the remnants of the "bombing", and the hens were pecking at the rice behind him.

Looking at this ridiculous picture, I ignored my grandma's serious question and burst into laughter.

The inexplicable grandma also turned around and looked, "Hahaha!" Grandma actually laughed loudly, and the sound shocked me.

Such an embarrassing story ended with a burst of laughter.

I spent the best time of my childhood in my grandpa’s yard. There are too many family memories, too many family ties and friendships buried there.

When a road was to be built along the river, the yard was almost demolished.

At that time, my grandfather's health was gradually weakening.

A week after the demolition started, when I came back from my foster grandma’s house, I was not taken home directly by my mother. Instead, I took a detour to see the yard.

Soon, grandpa passed away.

He never stayed in his new home. In my memory, he left with the yard.

When my grandpa passed away, I was outside his room.

I thought I would be very sad, but I smiled and comforted my brother, Sanbao, who kept crying.

I told him that grandpa will always be there, with his yard, with our childhood, as long as we can still remember.

First Grade Impression Composition Part 2 There is a city that left a deep and beautiful impression on me. It is the nationally famous Special Economic Zone - Zhuhai, Guangdong!

Zhuhai is a bustling city opposite Macau.

Whether you are in the city or the suburbs, you can feel the bustling streets and beautiful scenery.

Now let me briefly talk about my impression of Zhuhai’s scenic spots!

First of all, I would like to introduce Zhuhai Fishing Girl Scenic Area.

In the Zhuhai Fisher Girl located on the seaside, she is wearing a white dress, holding up a huge shining pearl with both hands, smiling as if she is telling people something.

The Zhuhai Fisher Girl is even more charming at night, with beautiful lights shining on her body, making her even more beautiful than in the morning.