In life, work and study, everyone is familiar with composition. Composition is a narrative method that expresses the meaning of a theme through words.

So how is a general composition written?

The following is a collection of life compositions for the first grade of junior high school that I have collected. I hope it can help everyone.

Composition on life in the first grade of junior high school 1. What filled the whole first grade of junior high school was a melody of tension but relaxation, pressure but happiness.

The first year of junior high school seems to have entered a new era, and the way of thinking is not like before.

What you once enjoyed doing may now be considered childish.

Things that you were reluctant to do before may now be very useful.

Inevitably, growth means change.

The color of the first grade of junior high school is green.

Youth is everywhere.

This green is not cold-toned, but has vigorous vitality and enthusiasm, just like in every physical education class, on the playground, next to the ball table, under the basket, sweating like rain on the green field, just because of the feeling in my heart

Film love.

The melody of the first grade of junior high school is relaxed and relaxed. Every time I rush and work hard for study and grades, it is tense but fulfilling.

Under the bright lights of the classroom, I gently rubbed my tired eyes, cheered up, and continued to fight.

And the joy of success after a hard fight and the relaxation that cannot be matched by other things, how can it be obtained without hard work?

The spirit of the first year of junior high school is to be progressive and never give up. This is the key and core of everything.

How many times have you been annoyed with your studies and how many times have you been hit by failure? Only by persevering through it can you achieve success.

Get up early every day and go to school. After being busy at school, you rush home and continue to consolidate the knowledge learned during the day.

Work hard just for the ideal in your heart.

In the first grade of junior high school, we are united.

Always fighting for the collective.

The joy of achieving some success in the rope skipping competition, the success and failure of getting the flowing red flag every week and the corresponding joy and disappointment are the manifestations of our unity and joint efforts.

Everything in the first grade of junior high school is happy.

The novelty of just entering school, the joy of meeting new teachers and new classmates, the excitement of going out to study with classmates, and the excitement of everyone achieving achievements together, what are all these compared to the insignificant fatigue?

A year has passed in the blink of an eye. Looking back on the past, weaving all the tears and joy into a beautiful garland and wearing it on my head, I feel the richness of growth.

I would like to write this article as a tribute to my passing first grade of junior high school and my upcoming second grade of junior high school life.

The end is just another beginning.

Life composition for the first grade of junior high school 2 Time is running like water, and school is about to start in the blink of an eye. I spent a fulfilling and colorful summer vacation.

Attending a cram school I spent a quarter of the holiday in a cram school.

There, I met two new teachers.

The English teacher is humorous. He sometimes tells jokes and sometimes asks quick-answer questions in class.

If you perform well, you will get a small prize, and everyone is very interested. The mathematics teacher is rigorous and serious, and explains the profound things in simple terms when teaching, and is especially good at diverging question types.

We learn simply and understand thoroughly.

Although the classmates don't know each other, they don't know each other.

During class, we gather together in twos and threes, playing chess, reading leisurely books, or enjoying the sea and the sky... It's very lively.

Those who didn’t understand thought it was a party!

Attending cram school allowed me to consolidate my knowledge and make many new friends. It was a worthwhile trip!

Doing housework If I have more free time, I will take the initiative to do some housework.

What I like most is mopping the floor. I use the mop as a pen and water as ink. I move it horizontally and vertically in the living room, and soon a landscape painting will appear.

The light and dark colors are well-proportioned, just like the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. I wonder if I am Mi Fu reborn?

Of course, the most troublesome thing is the stains that cannot be removed easily with a mop. I kneel on the ground, use a shovel and my nails at the same time, and then wipe hard with a rag, just like a conscientious housekeeper.

The job of washing dishes may seem simple, but it actually requires a lot of knowledge.

If you put too little dishwashing liquid, the bowl will be greasy and difficult to clean; if you put too much dishwashing liquid, it will be full of foam and difficult to clean; sometimes after washing the bowl, you will find that there is still a fish that slipped through the net.

I slowly summed up my experience and finally became able to do it with ease.

Reading: My mother was afraid that watching TV at home for too long would affect my eyesight, so she bought me a lot of books.

So I gradually became close friends with books.

They can be found everywhere at home: beside the bed, on the sofa, in the bathroom... The types of books are also very diverse, including magazines, classics, and essays by peers... I was immersed in them, sad and happy, laughing and crying, and endured

Through the baptism of emotions time and time again, I learned a lot of writing methods and techniques.

In the hot summer, if I don’t have such a fulfilling and colorful life, wouldn’t I be suffocated to death?

Composition 3 on life in the first grade of junior high school. I look down at the tribe. The colorful curtains illuminate the vast world in my eyes, covering a thick colorless wall. The curled silk and bamboo play in my ears, and a forest of bluebirds chirps in unison, wrapping every human feeling.

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Lower your head and connect with the whole world with just one touch; raise your head and look at the sky, what else do I have?

When I woke up from the dream, I was still in a dream-like absurdity.

Look at the fleeting night scene; pat your sleep-red cheeks; clear and confused mind, use your best brainpower to sort out all the clues.

Tell yourself heavily: "I have sat and stood...".