In study, work, and life, everyone often comes into contact with compositions. Compositions can be divided into primary school compositions, middle school compositions, and college compositions (essays).
So, how to write an essay?
The following are the compositions of first-year junior high school students that I have collected for you. You are welcome to read them. I hope you will like them.
Composition 1 for first-year students. When you see this title - maternal love, you will definitely think of the love our mothers give us, but the maternal love I am talking about is different!
During the summer vacation of the year before last, because my father and mother had to go on a business trip for nearly ten days, my mother felt that I could not take care of myself, so she sent me to the home of a good friend who was also in Suzhou.
That aunt gave me a bad first impression because her house was messy and I thought she was lazy, so I didn't like her.
But I soon came to see her differently.
On the third day of staying at her house, I suddenly developed a high fever for some unknown reason, and my body temperature remained around 40 degrees.
My aunt was so busy that she was sweating profusely. She first took me to a hospital closer to her home. Unexpectedly, that hospital only treated adults and not children. I had no choice but to pick me up and go to the children's hospital.
In the children's hospital, there were injections and intravenous drips.
After a while, I started to feel hot and sweaty. The air conditioner was turned on there. My aunt took out a small square towel from her bag and kept wiping my sweat. No, I just finished wiping it once and had to wipe it again.
Auntie is very busy.
It was already 3:30 in the afternoon when I finished the IV drip.
Auntie hurriedly got the medicine and then picked me up to find a restaurant for dinner.
After searching for a long time, I finally found a porridge restaurant and sat down to eat.
After eating, we went back.
When I got back to her house, she got some medicine, and when I tasted it, ah!
so bitter!
He quickly pushed it back.
My aunt coaxed me and said, "Good medicine tastes bitter." The more bitter it is, the more effective it is.
Finally, I drank it.
It took a lot of effort for my aunt to drink this small cup of medicine!
At night, when I fell asleep, my aunt couldn't sleep because she still had to work.
I remember that the next morning, I woke up, got dressed and got out of bed. I saw that my aunt was still sleeping, but she was sleeping on the table. The computer in front of her was not turned off, and there was a cup on the left. I walked closer.
At first glance, it turned out to be coffee!
There was still a little bit left in it, so I laughed silently.
After that day, my view of that aunt completely changed.
Although she is now married to Beijing and we rarely see each other, my relationship with her will not waver.
Because she made me feel the love that is not given by my biological mother.
Then my aunt is now my godmother!
Composition 2 by a first-grade student: "Squeak──! Squeak──!" Whenever I hear this "magic sound piercing my brain", it always makes my hair stand on end and my whole body tenses up. I feel like a prisoner who is about to be beheaded.
I’m scared because the “hair cutting” torture that I hate is coming again!
"Brother! My hair has grown so long, it's time to cut it!" Whenever my mother would give me a notice in advance and she would give me a haircut a few days before, I would have trouble sleeping, and I would be so scared that I didn't know what kind of haircut I would get from the stylist.
, I am deeply afraid that my new hairstyle will be made fun of by my classmates!
Finally, the day of "beheading" came. The designer showed a weird smile, looking like an executioner. She was holding sharp shaving scissors in her hands, and there was a shiny weapon hanging on her waist - scissors. Let me see.
Shocked and sweating.
At this time, the designer ruthlessly used her eighteen martial arts "quick knife to cut through the mess" and instantly wiped out my disobedient "black forest" one by one. After a while, the black forest was "strewn with corpses"
; Immediately afterwards, the designer took out the "Jianshan" (hair brush) that made me sweat, and cleaned the "corpse" on my head, and then used her strong arms to help me remove the dying hair.
Wash.
Go, go, go!
Wash, wash, wash!
Rub rub rub!
Blow, blow, blow!
I feel like I'm about to collapse.
My mother said that after getting my hair cut, I looked much refreshed and as beautiful as a baby.
I looked around in the mirror, and I always felt that adults were telling the truth. I looked like a mountain of swords that had been leveled, and I felt like I had suddenly turned into an ugly monster!
Mom paid the money, and I reluctantly thanked the "executioner". Thinking of the bloody process just now, it was really a terrifying war!
Every time after I get my hair cut, instead of a beautiful prairie scenery, a lot of question marks appear on my head!
Everyone says: "You will look ugly when you walk into the barber shop, and handsome when you walk out of the barber shop." But for me, it is just the opposite. I hate the process and feeling of getting a haircut. I hope I can escape from the haircut and stay away from this horrible torture.
Composition 3 for first-year junior high school students. After a competition, I was eyeing this opportunity because it was related to "English".
Before the competition, I reviewed very seriously, to the point of forgetting to sleep and eat. My parents said that I had entered a "crazy" state.
I think such great motivation should be brought about by my enthusiasm and passion for English!
I still remember my cousin’s academic performance soared that year.
My cousin's grades were not ideal at first. Later, he listened to a famous speech. During the speech, he learned some truths and began to cultivate his interest and enthusiasm for learning.
After returning home, he quickly opened his bookcase as soon as he entered the door, dug out his previous textbooks, and prepared to "teach himself".