In life, work and study, everyone has written a composition. With the help of composition, people can reflect objective things, express their thoughts and feelings and transmit knowledge and information. There are many points for attention in composition. Are you sure you can write? The following is the composition I collected for the second day of junior high school. Welcome to read it. I hope you will like it. 1

This is an ordinary day in my ordinary life. However, closing the diary of a good day, I once again feel the warmth and beauty of life, and my heart is full of joy.

Today, my best friend XXX came to see me, because I was afraid of being late for school this morning and didn't have enough to eat, so I was a little hungry in the second class. He asked me why, and I didn't have the nerve to say it. He touched me in the back, and I turned around, wow! Of course, I saw you lazy this morning and didn't eat anything for breakfast. I'm afraid of being hungry every day, so I buy something to eat every day, but I'm full today. Lucky for you, I gave it to you. "I ha ha laugh. I ate it rudely. This is friendship, feeling friendship, my heart is full of joy.

at noon, because I asked for sick leave a few days ago, after lunch at noon, I went to the teacher's office to find a teacher to make up for the lessons I left behind. The teacher always spoke carefully in the process of speaking, for fear that I wouldn't understand. Finally, when I left, I made up. The teacher said to me, "study hard, so many teachers trust you." My eyes were a little moist. Teachers, they give you help, encouragement, confidence and great trust. It makes my heart happy.

In the afternoon, because of my stomachache, my grandfather came to school to take me home. When I got home, my mother took me to the clinic, took a look, had a bottle of intravenous drip and took some medicine. I was lying at home, and my mother took good care of me. In the afternoon, my mother mostly sweated for me. Looking at my mother, my tears are rolling in my eyes. Grandparents love me, and my parents love me, which makes my heart happy.

Actually, this day is nothing special. However, as long as we savor it with our heart, we will feel that life will become beautiful because of the ordinary friendship, affection and teacher-student relationship. 2

Everyone has to do a lot of things in his life. Everything has its first time, and it is necessary to grow and progress in learning. What impressed me most is the first cooking process.

I remember that day, my grandparents were not at home, and I was the only one at home. In order to solve the problem of eating, I decided to fry my own food once, so that my grandparents would look at me with new eyes. Although I seldom cook, I also watch when grandma cooks, so I still know the basic steps.

to start, I'll take three potatoes out of the refrigerator and "undress" them with a knife. After the completion, I found that the potato with the original light bulb was only the size of an egg, and I peeled off large chunks of potato meat. What a pity! After I take off my clothes, I'm going to shred the potatoes so that they can be cooked easily. However, potatoes are not obedient at all. Every time I cut them down, slices of potatoes are either thin on the top and thick on the bottom, or thick on the top and thin on the bottom. Good shredded potatoes are cut into potato chips by me.

The vegetable cutting work is finished, and you can finally cook. I turn on the fire, and when the pot is red, I slowly pour the oil into the pot. When the oil is hot, I pour the potato chips all at once. At this moment, the pot seemed to explode at once, and the spilled oil dripped on the back of my hand. "Ah!" I cried out in pain, and when I saw it, a "bubble" appeared on my hand. But for cooking, for food, I held back. Slowly, the potatoes turned golden under the fire and oil. To speed up its softening, I poured a small amount of water into the pot. When it looked almost the same, I sprinkled some salt and chopped green onion into the dish, then stir-fried it a few times, and a bowl of delicious potato chips came out of the pot.

I'm eating the dishes I've cooked hard, and I feel very satisfied and fulfilled. If my grandparents were at home, they would certainly praise me. But from this incident, I also understand a truth: nothing is as simple as it seems, and only after you practice it yourself will you know whether it is difficult or easy. Writing 3

During the Qingming Festival, people use sacrifices to pay homage to their dead relatives and friends. I also made an appointment with my good friend Li Kunpeng. Traditional Tomb-Sweeping Day went to the cemetery to pay homage to the unknown martyrs.

On the traditional day of Tomb-Sweeping Day, I got up early. After meeting Li Kunpeng, I took out my pocket money and went to the store at the foot of the mountain to buy some sacrifices. As we look around, there are many people in the cemetery on the mountain who are sweeping graves for sacrifices: some people are placing tributes; Some people are burning sacrifices; Some people are setting off firecrackers ... Li Kunpeng and I are preparing to go up the mountain, but then a breeze blows, but I don't smell the fragrance of spring, but it's a bit choking. At this time, I looked up and saw the smoke lingering on the mountain. It turned out that it was at work. I said to Li Kunpeng, "Why don't we return the sacrifice and plant some pine trees next to the martyrs' tomb? This is environmentally friendly and convenient. " Li Kunpeng said: "Indeed, I also have this idea. If we burn sacrifices and set off firecrackers, it will not only pollute the environment but also easily lead to fires." After changing the pine trees, we walked on the mountain, and there was a lot of smoke everywhere, which made us cough. When we came to the tomb of the unknown martyr, Li Kunpeng and I first cultivated the tomb of this martyr, dusted the tombstone, and planted pine trees next to the tomb of the martyr ...

After sweeping the tomb, on the way home, I thought: Isn't the computer omnipotent now? Maybe there is an online cemetery! When I got home, I turned on my computer and searched it for "online cemetery". Sure enough, I found it. As long as you spend a little money and time to register, you can set up an online grave for your deceased relatives and friends. You can also pay homage to your deceased relatives like reality. The sacrifices here are not only everything, but also free of charge! Paying homage here is not only environmentally friendly, but also saves time. I think: in the future, everyone can pay homage to the "online cemetery", which is environmentally friendly, safe and convenient.

With the changes of the times, I believe more people will come to the online cemetery. Writing 4

on the second day of junior high school is so beautiful! Butterflies are flying, flowers are waving, and trees are dancing. People can't help but set foot on this beautiful road, only to find that they have gone astray ...

I remember that before a mid-term exam in primary school, I had a good friend. Her grades were not as good as mine, but she worked hard. She pinned all her hopes on this mid-term exam. And as usual, I don't think so.

The mid-term exam came, and I walked into the examination room with confidence. I finished the first few questions in ten minutes, so it's time to do the last one. I've carefully examined this question, no! I seem to have an impression. By the way, the teacher talked about this problem, but unfortunately I didn't listen. Fortunately, I took this paper to the examination room and found out that paper. Don't copy it quickly. I finally finished copying it. I breathed a sigh of relief and looked around. No one should have found me! I suddenly looked up, only to find that my good friend was staring at me, and the stone in my heart was put down: fortunately, only she saw it, but she did something I didn't even dare to think about: she stood up and said, Teacher, I cheated, and the paper was in my pocket! Her words, can't help but make me blow my brains out. The teacher quickly came up to me and dug out my paper and made a careful comparison. The teacher didn't say anything, just looked at my name and wrote it in the column of cheaters in the test paper bag. I felt my face burning in an instant.

From then on, the whole class and even the whole school talked about it. As soon as I saw it, I pointed at my back and said that all my grades were copied ... This made me feel ashamed and embarrassed, and I also cut off all contacts with my friend. But she didn't want to bother to come to me, and I turned her out again and again regardless of human feelings. Later, because of her parents' reasons, she transferred to another school. Since then, I have never seen her again. But after she left, I found out: I was wrong, I took the wrong road, and she pulled me back!

I regret losing this friend, and now it's too late ... My mother told me that I loved reading especially when I was young, and now it's no exception. I have almost ruined my encyclopedia and famous books, but I just want to read them. I also have a short story about reading books, which makes me friends with books.

One night, my parents didn't come home, so I didn't have any fun, so I went to watch TV. Watching, unconsciously, time has passed for more than an hour. In a blink of an eye, Mom and Dad came back. In addition to their purses, they also had a bag. I was very curious and wanted to see what was in the bag, just like my mother wanted it. My mother refused to give it to me and said, "I won't show it to you today, but I can see it tomorrow." I put the bag on the wardrobe because I couldn't get it.

although I couldn't see the bag, I tried my best to get it. In the middle of the night, my parents fell asleep. I got out of bed, closed my parents' bedroom door, moved a stool and tried to take the bag down. But I was too short and not tall enough. I brought another stool, and this time it was enough. I picked up the bag and found two good books in it-one was an encyclopedia of biology, and the other was the famous Romance of the Three Kingdoms. I quietly cleaned up the "crime scene" and happily read a book with a flashlight in bed. I read it with relish and my heart was extremely happy.

However, because of my incorrect reading posture, my eyes hurt the next day. It was really uncomfortable, but I was also very happy because I gained knowledge.

A book is like a mentor, a compass that has lost its way. A good book is immeasurable to our growth. When I deal with every book, I am already a friend. It can be said that every book in our family is my friend, and being friends with books will surely succeed. No sunshine, no warmth of days; Without rain and dew, there would be no harvest of grains; Without water, there is no life; Without parents, there would be no ourselves; Without affection, friendship and love, the world would be lonely and dark. These are simple truths that no one will understand, but we often lack a grateful mind and psychology.

Many times, we will always hear something. You should learn to be grateful, to the parents who gave birth to you and raised you, to the teachers who taught you knowledge, and to your classmates and partners who have been growing up with you. So, we are all faced with the same problem, how to be grateful? Gratitude is not necessarily what you did today, but it can also be reflected in any small thing.

that year, I was 12 years old, which was an important stage in my life. But at that time, I didn't think it was important to study. Every day, I thought it would be good to have fun. So, my sixth grade is four words, eat, drink and sleep. Don't live too well. However, at this time, my parents gave me an ultimatum. If I didn't do well in this exam, junior high school would send me to a private middle school for a closed study, so I had to start a devil's tutorial. And all my credit for tutoring should be given to my good friend, who is also a university tyrant-Tingting. Every time I have a question that I can't answer, I go to him, and he won't get bored. He explains it to me carefully every time. Because of her tutoring, my grades actually rose a lot and reached that goal. So I didn't go to a private school!

Now I'm 14 years old, and I'm about to enter the third grade. As for me, I already love learning! Because of Tingting, he made me feel the joy of learning, and I also want to thank my parents. Without them, I wouldn't be here now, and I also want to thank my classmates for their constant companionship.

Learning to be grateful will make the world a better place. Although you don't say thank you, you must express your gratitude to those who need it. Because it's not just a thank you, but also an inner communication. 7

We can't live without thinking, which often has magical power.

In recent days, the only way to school is being repaired, so there is an iron plate in the middle of the road, leaving only a small space on both sides for one person to pass, and I just want to pass through here for my composition class.

this morning, I woke up at 8: 1, and I was going to be late. So I rushed to the composition class, but just as I was crossing the road across the iron plate, I rode over quickly because I couldn't see if anyone was there. Unexpectedly, there was a man coming over there. At that time, I was very fast and I was about to hit it. I was so scared that I stopped the car quickly, but I was still crowded with that man in that small space.

after I stopped the car, he seemed to react from the shocking scene just now, and then he swore, "What's the matter with you? What are you doing cycling so fast? What should you do if you hit someone?" Fortunately, I didn't hit someone. Can you afford it? " I just wanted to talk back, but think about it, or forget it. It's my problem, too. Who told me to ride in such a hurry? So, I lowered my head and whispered, "I'm sorry ..." The man seemed to be still angry and wanted to swear, but he suddenly realized something and hesitated and said, "It doesn't matter." It seems that he is not so arrogant, let me think! I resolutely backed up the car and wanted him to pass first, but when I looked at him, I found that he also backed up a little. At this time, our eyes looked at each other and we smiled at each other, as if we understood each other's meaning. ()

I saw him hesitate and said, "You go first. This is because of me. I should give in." He mused, "No, you should go first. I shouldn't scold you. I apologize." I didn't expect that the original scene of quarreling and swearing at each other was finally turned into a friendship because of our thinking.

I got on my bike again and drove ahead. It is already late autumn, and I can feel the coolness in the air, but my heart is full of warmth of understanding. Although time is running out, I am no longer in a hurry and calmly headed for the composition class. Writing 8

I always think of this poem during the Chinese New Year: "The sound of firecrackers will divide the first year, and the spring breeze will warm Tu Su. It brings me joy that thousands of families always exchange new peaches for old ones. I can eat delicious food, receive many red envelopes and meet relatives far away from home.

But this Chinese New Year is different from the past. We spent it in the city. My mother promised to take me to cook a delicious food "sweet and sour fish" with her every year. As I never leave the kitchen, my first task is naturally to buy ingredients. When I go to the vegetable market, there are still a sea of people. When I saw this scene, my tears rolled unconsciously on my eyes. I sighed: How many people have not returned to their hometown for the Chinese New Year like us? How many people are still wandering outside? I quickly bought the ingredients and went home.

when I got home, I immediately called my mother. My mother first squared the cutting board beside the pot, and she picked up the crucian carp with both hands and beat it. The fish shouted from time to time: "Help me, help me quickly …"