Five junior high school compositions about sweetness, bitterness, and spicyness

Life is like a four-flavor bottle, with all the sweetness, bitterness, and spicyness. Each different flavor is a memory. Open the door to memories and let us taste the ups and downs of life together! Below is the sweet and bitter junior high school composition I compiled for you. You are welcome to check it out.

Selection of Sweet and Bitter Junior High School Compositions 1

The boredom of the holidays made my eagerness to meet my classmates once again become impetuous. Now, with great difficulty, I have made it to the beginning of school, but I have begun to miss the boring holiday again.

With the eagerness to meet my classmates, I hurriedly asked my dad to move the flowers of my "greenhouse" to the garden. As soon as I stepped into the long-lost garden, I remembered the ups and downs of school.

Sour

The course that scares everyone the most is the composition class. I can’t hold it in for a long time and can’t come up with a few words. Let’s see how my classmates write compositions. Bar. First of all, let us show the camera to Monitor Monkey, and we can see that she is really scratching her head and scratching her head as the name suggests. The pen in her hand keeps turning, but there are not a few words that come into view. For a long while, the pen was still spinning, and the composition was still pure, waiting for the arrival of the cruel god of fate.

Sweet

In our class, I really think she is the only one who is the sweetest. A lollipop never leaves my mouth or hands every day. She is the sharp sister of our class. She has short hair that flows in the wind, a pair of short-sleeved shirts that are not very matching, a pair of cropped jeans, and a pair of slippers that are fastened to her feet, as if they are born together with her feet. *die.

Her sweetness is not limited to that. The sweetest part of her is her mouth. Polite words that are often on your lips: ‘I’m sorry’, ‘Thank you’, ‘I didn’t mean it’. And so on (completely murdering the innocence and liveliness that a junior high school student should have, but in this era, he doesn't care about anything.)

Suffering

The most painful thing for students is not too much homework, but The pain of being occupied in physical education class. A certain senior student once used a vivid metaphor: Physical education class, our short sky, once murdered, you will be miserable; once robbed, you will live worse than death. How about it? The metaphor is apt enough!

Spicy

Here, the hottest class teacher, she is like a chili bomb, blowing us up. But when we're not honest, she explodes. For example: Once, all the teachers had a meeting in the principal's office next to my class. Well, all of them seemed to be having a ____, and they couldn't stop at all. So Laoban exploded. After school, we will reflect collectively for 30 minutes. Therefore, we must be good children and be obedient! Selection of Sweet and Bitter Junior High School Compositions 2

Junior high school life is like a plate of strange-flavored beans. They all look the same on the surface, but they all have different tastes. You can only understand whether they are sour, sweet, bitter, or spicy by eating them.

Sour is the first of the four tastes, so I will start with sour. In physical education class, when the students are lining up, they talk non-stop, and it usually takes a long time to sort out the formation. As a result, the teacher was dissatisfied with the discipline and said something that surprised everyone: "Today's physical training, the materials include push-ups, bunny hops, duck walks, running circles, and squats, do two sets of each." One class After coming down, many students shouted: "I'm so exhausted, my legs are so sore!"

Sweet - amidst the anxious anticipation, the test scores finally came out. I scored sixty-three in the whole grade. Thinking of my parents' happy expressions, they will definitely reward me. When the essay is well received and the whole class completes the essay, my heart feels as sweet as honey. After publishing the composition, I felt very happy when the number of clicks was very high.

Bitterness - the final exam is coming soon. There are papers one after another and piles of homework. I study from dawn to dusk every day. I must be proficient in Chinese, mathematics, English, geography, history, biology, and politics. School The pressure of ranking always lingers in my heart, and I overcome difficulties. It’s hard for students! Also, it’s easy to write a composition and difficult to change it, sometimes just for one word or sentence. I often have to search my guts and meditate hard to come up with a good sentence.

It's spicy - only after you enter junior high school can you realize the real spicy. Facing the "red crosses" on the test papers and homeworks, some are simple mistakes, and some are repeated mistakes. Seeing the teacher's "nothing to say" comment, who's face will not feel red.

Only by experiencing the bitterness of life, understanding the sourness of life, and feeling the spiciness of life can you finally feel the sweetness of life. Only by tasting the ups and downs in life can you be tempered and your life can be full and rich. Completeness, that's the benefit of life. Selection of Sweet, Bitter, and Spicy Junior High School Compositions 3

There are all kinds of flavors in life, including sour, sweet, bitter, and spicy. On the road of life, what we experience is growth. As we grow, we understand life; as we grow, we grow from ignorance to maturity; as we grow, we not only experience wind and rain, but also enjoy joy and happiness; as we grow, we taste the taste of life, We have seen our In the Mood for Love... On the journey of growing up, we have seen the colorful world, our beautiful childhood and prosperous youth. In my experience of growing up, I have experienced a taste that I will never tire of trying and enjoying.

Acid

In sixth grade, we were about to graduate. I don’t know why, every time I think about graduation, I can’t help crying, and bursts of sadness quietly fill my heart. In the past six years, we have left so many young memories. We piled them together, quietly enjoyed them, and slowly recalled them. We are about to say goodbye to everything we have spent together day and night, and we become sad... because time and growth have given us too much unforgettable memories, and a little bit of sadness.

Sweet

The seaside, beach and sunshine always attract me. One day, my friends and I went to the beach. As soon as I get there, I always feel relaxed and happy. A slight breeze blew the corners of our clothes, and rays of sunshine gave us infinite warmth. I came to the side near the sea, and my feet seemed to be integrated with the sea water. I leaned down and gently touched the sea water, which felt cold to my heart. We ran to the beach to play again... Time passed quickly, and at dusk, the afterglow reflected on the sea, sparkling, making the sea more beautiful. In this way, I spent a happy day.

Bitterness

Life will never be smooth sailing, there will always be some hardships and twists and turns. Of course, everyone's definition of frustration is different. In another exam, I got a score that I had never had before and never expected. The moment I learned the results, my heart dropped, and I was devastated. I don’t know how to face my teachers, my parents, and I don’t know how to face myself. Of course, tears can't wash away the pain. I said to myself: Work harder! A seemingly simple sentence gave me infinite strength. It brought me back to the starting point from the edge of sadness.

Spicy

"Ding Ling Ling", ugh! It was another head-spinning science class. I sat listlessly in my seat, letting my head get "close" to the desk. touch". At this time, my deskmate called me: "Hey, the teacher is asking you to answer a question!" I immediately stood up and looked at the teacher sleepily. The teacher made a long face and said, "Classmate, please pay attention to the lecture next time and don't stand up casually." I looked at my deskmate with a confused face. He covered his mouth and smiled. I suddenly realized that my face was burning...

When we were growing up in childhood, we were ignorant, carefree, and full of dreams. Once upon a time, we longed to grow up and had infinite vision for a better future. But when we grow up, we still want to linger in our immature childhood and go back to the past... Time flies, and the sun and the moon fly by. The fleeting time leads us to grow up, and we recollect the taste of growth together... Sweet and Bitter Junior High School Composition Selections 4

Maternal love is a giant umbrella that protects us from wind and rain; A handful of chili peppers are always "spicy" in my heart; maternal love is a glass of milk that moisturizes our hearts... Maternal love is like bottles and jars in the kitchen, with all the sweet, sour, bitter and spicy flavors, allowing me to taste all kinds of flavors.

Sour - "Today's math test result is not good, I will send out the test paper now and ask parents to sign it.

"In the afternoon, Teacher Qian walked into our classroom and handed out the test paper while talking. I took the test paper uneasily and carefully glanced at the results. All the brain cells in my body almost died of shock - 80 points! I have been in the fourth grade since I was in the fourth grade. I have never scored less than 90 points in the exam! In the evening, when my mother came home, she immediately asked me what my math score was. I hesitated and replied solemnly: "It's okay." " Seeing my hesitant answer, my mother seemed to have guessed what the score was, and her face was as dark as moss: "Did you do well in the exam? What score?" I whispered like a servant talking to the emperor, "80 points... ..." "Is that okay? I only got 80% after checking all around, and it's even worse in the fifth grade. How do you think you can pass the exam?!" Before I could finish speaking, my mother started to thunder. Needless to say, , a meal of "'bamboo shoots' and 'shredded pork'" is inevitable, but my heart is sour.

Sweet - "You did a great job! You know the knowledge that I don't know. That's great, come on!" In the evening, after my mother read my Chinese reading competition papers, she was filled with emotion, and praises rained down on me. I won the first prize in this competition, and my family was very happy." I’ll reward you with a one-day trip to Shanghai next Saturday!” “Yeah!” My heart is as sweet as honey.

Bitter - As my grade increases, my mother’s control over me also increases. It became more and more strict. "It's time to practice Maoshu!" "Jin Tianyu, practice!" "Jin Tianyu, let me practice these questions!" "Hurry up and read English!"... One night, I was practicing. I was getting ready to go to bed. Unexpectedly, "Cheng Yaojin" asked me to think about the extended questions. I looked at it reluctantly until my eyelids started to blink. The next morning, I was late for ten minutes. After being criticized, I felt as bitter as drinking coffee!

Spicy - I remember one evening in the third grade, because of my grandma's "late arrival", I went home alone and had a I was "missing" for an hour. Because I couldn't find anyone, the whole family mobilized. I was picked up by my mother on Zhongxing Road. "You are such a willful person. Have you ever thought about how many people are worried about you!..." My mother said. Sister-in-law Xianglin kept talking, and then she stopped talking and just gave me a "pancake", which made me feel hot as if I had eaten chili peppers.

Mother's love is full of sweetness, bitterness, and bitterness. All kinds of tastes made me deeply feel my mother's all-round love for me! Selection of Sweet and Bitter Junior High School Compositions 5

The long summer vacation, sour and bitter

Sour: After finishing the composition, My parents sent me to my grandpa's house to experience how hard it is to be a farmer. I stepped on the shiny black soil with my bare feet and trousers in hand. It was cold and cool, making me feel a little cool in the hot sun. The green rice seedlings are growing vigorously, and there are weeds under them. As the saying goes, "More grass will bully the seedlings, and more seedlings will bully the grass." So I want to help the seedlings. To pull out the weeds, first grab a piece of grass and pull it hard. One piece, two, three... are piled up like a mountain. It was extremely sore, and when I saw that there was still a quarter of the field that had not been plucked, I had to hold hands in despair and walked to the field to continue plucking.

Tian: The sun was setting, and grandpa was in the green melon field. I picked a big watermelon, which was round and round. I couldn’t find it if I didn’t look carefully! I cut it with a knife, and the red flesh with black spots was exposed. I took a bite, and there was a clear spring under the melon. It was cool and delicious. Awesome.

Bitterness: When I came back from pulling weeds, my back was really sore. Because my grandpa had been working outside for a long time, this situation no longer occurred. As for me, when I woke up in the morning, my hands and feet were numb, almost paralyzed, and I lay in bed complaining incessantly. "Those who come from the city are just not good enough. Only those who want to learn hard and are not afraid of hard work can learn to farm." Grandpa taught. "It turns out it's not as simple as I thought. It's so hard, and labor is great. It's hard enough for me." I howled ghostly.

Spicy: As the saying goes, "Winter training is in the 39s, and summer training is in the 3rd day." At six o'clock in the morning, I was woken up from a sweet dream. I resisted again and again and had no choice but to go to morning exercises with her sleepily. The scorching sun was shining overhead, which made me miserable as I didn't like drinking water in the morning. My body was covered in sweat and my mouth was burning.

As soon as I get home, I drink water until my stomach is full.