In study, work and even life, everyone must have come into contact with composition. Composition requires a complete chapter structure, and you must avoid composition without an ending.

I believe many people will find it difficult to write essays. Here I would like to share with you some essays that must be taken in the second grade of junior high school for your reference.

Compulsory essay for the second grade of junior high school 1 Time flies, like a white horse passing by, we are greeted by reunion, but it is easy to welcome parting.

Now, I want to use the most beautiful style to record my reluctance to leave you, and leave a souvenir to Class 2 in my youth for seven years.

If you leave, you are no longer mine.

Those tables and chairs I’m familiar with, those people I like, people who like me, people who don’t like me, people I don’t like.

My teacher, my memories, will not be able to have much interaction with you. You are not mine after I leave.

The bells rang and the classroom was already empty.

They fell asleep after reading novels at the sleeping desk.

If you leave, it is no longer mine, and you will never be able to have fun in the same classroom again.

If you leave, you are no longer mine.

My best deskmates, Ying, Sister Xia, Jun, Xiaoxin, dear, Brother Jian, Monkey, Sanba... those of you who used to fight and argue with me! Maybe in the next second, we can

They all went their separate ways.

Our world is beginning to be incomplete... If you leave, you will no longer be mine. Those teachers who accompany us, I really hope that you can stay with us until graduation.

In my memory, your figures on the podium are clear and distinct.

If I leave, you will no longer be mine. Class 2, Class 7, I miss you so much. You have carried so many memories for me. Class 2, Class 7, your desk, your podium, your

The desks and chairs, your windows, the warm sunshine in the classroom, the fresh breeze... If you leave, you really are not mine anymore.

There can be classrooms, podiums, tables and chairs, windows, sunshine and breeze... I can have many things in the future, but the memories you gave me, the nostalgia you gave me,

The happiness you gave me, the touch you gave me, the friendship you gave me, and the cherishment you taught me will no longer be mine if you leave.

How can I repeat the memories you gave me?! It's not that simple. Now that I am nostalgic, I can only express my love for you in incoherent language.

But, in the next second, you are really not mine anymore.

The sun is still shining, the breeze is still harmonious, and life is still going on. But how much I wish that time can wait for us, just one more second, so that your appearance that I like can be deeply engraved in my mind.

Become a beautiful landscape.

Youth is a train that never looks back.

Youth is a book you no longer read.

Where is the next stop? Where will I be? Will I still be with you?

Essay 2, a compulsory test for the second grade of junior high school, before I knew it, the Qingming Festival was approaching. In response to the poems of the ancients, it started to rain lightly.

I got in the car and drove all the way back to my hometown.

Walking on the gravel path, looking at the grave in the rapeseed field not far away, my heart ached.

As if it was not long ago, that person is still here, bending down and holding my hand, with a smile on his face: "Kid, walk slowly, don't knock." When we went down to the fields, the adults were holding bundles of paper money in their hands.

, light slowly.

"What are you doing! Don't worry!" Seeing me desperately burning the paper money, my mother was anxious, "It will go out!" I didn't say anything, I just wanted to use this way to make up for the lack of love I had for that person.

The one who left when I repaid her well.

In the field, rapeseed flowers bloomed, golden and soft. The flowers were soaked by the rain. They looked a little heavy and drooped slightly, as if they were also mourning for this sad day.

The land is golden, connected with the neighbor's fields, and the entire sea is gently swaying, with layers of waves. "Sand-sand-" seems to be silently telling the vicissitudes of the past in the world.

I remember when I was a child, I often stayed in my hometown for a few days. The figures of an old man and a young man were reflected on the field ridge, by the river, and the hand holding me in the old house was a little rough, but very warm, gently stroking my palm.

, whispering silent love.

That figure is not tall, but it embodies the warmth and love of the world. Like the brightest lighthouse in the sea, it leads the ignorant me forward little by little.

Every year, she would plant fields full of rapeseed, and then hold me in her arms, waiting for the rapeseed flowers to bloom in the spring.

When the spring breeze blew across the earth, there was a slight joy on her face. Soon, the Qingming Festival was approaching, and the fields became golden. Gradually, the entire countryside was painted with large amounts of gold.

I always like to move a small stool, sit in front of the old house, and watch butterflies fly into the sea of ??flowers, and then fly away to other places covered in gold.

Joy gradually filled her wrinkles, and she was filled with expectation.

I miss that time, such a beautiful time, but the person who carefully cared for me when I grew up has gone with the waves in the river of time.