My second-grade composition

In our daily study, work or life, everyone will be exposed to composition to some extent. Composition is a verbal activity in which people express their feelings in written form. Still at a loss for composition? The following is the composition of Grade Two I collected for you. I hope it will help you.

My second grade composition 1 My present deskmate is very funny and interesting!

He's a little overdeveloped and his head is a little big! Makes me wonder if his father's head is very small! I remember he fell down while walking, and his face was also "plastic surgery"! He said the scar would disappear soon, and now the scar on his face has not gone down!

He is sometimes stupid. It was a math exam. I answered a multiple-choice question correctly at the beginning, and the result was worse than others! Look at the answer, finished, deeply involved in "MLM"! He started brainwashing me. What is right? I was wrong ... later, I couldn't stand it. I said to him, "Master, my apprentice is wrong! Please don't say any more spells! " Finally, he crossed my hands and said, "Excuse me, teacher!" " "

After the test paper is handed out, there is a big cross on it! I said to him, "Master, this is not the right choice!" " He patted me on the head and said earnestly, "disciple, don't blame me for being a teacher!" This can only blame us for not experiencing the eighty-one difficulty! "

Later it seemed that he was right! Last Friday, he said, "I saw the astronomical phenomena last night and Wei Zixing moved eastward! Today, I saw the donor's Tang Yin is black. It can be seen that the donor is a criminal whose life is in danger, and he will definitely get blood mold this week! " Then came a "boundless Buddha", and finally fell asleep at my desk! He is really a prophet, and I fell ill with blood that week! When I met him on Monday, I bowed to him first and said, "Master! I wonder what the sky was like yesterday? " He solemnly said to me, "This secret must not be revealed! Infinite Buddha! " Then, I went to tell the fortune of Duke Zhou!

How's it going? Is my deskmate funny?

My name is Chen Yuhang, and you must think, I want to be an astronaut when I grow up, hehe, no. In fact, my biggest dream is to be a basketball player. I hope to play in the nba.

You will be surprised to hear my dream, but don't laugh at me for being short and don't mock my dream. I am lazy and can't persist in doing things, but I insist on only one thing, that is, playing basketball. I have never stopped playing basketball from the third grade of primary school to the first grade now. I have a soft spot for awesome basketball. If you really need to use an idiom to describe it, it is "fondle admiringly". I'm not bragging or exaggerating. To tell you the truth, if I don't touch basketball for a day, my fingers will itch. I still remember one time, which made me laugh and cry.

That day, I got up early to play basketball with the dormitory staff, and I lost track of time. Just as we were having fun, the bell for class suddenly rang. At this moment, as if the sky were falling, we all flew to the classroom with a melancholy expression on our faces. Breathing heavily, I finally leaned against the threshold of the class and aimed at the classroom, yeah! I was about to sneak in when the teacher was away, and suddenly I felt that the back collar was caught by someone else, which was not good. I was caught by the teacher. Looking back, it turned out to be our big monitor-Feng. When she saw me holding a basketball in my hand, she scolded, "I only know how to play basketball all day, and I am sweating all over." Do you know! " Shit, I'm embarrassed in front of the whole class.

Since then, I have never given up playing basketball, but I have worked harder. I want them to know that my sweat is rewarding.

Hello, everyone, my second grade composition 3! Look, there is a little me in the mirror, chubby, with a pair of small and exquisite glasses. Don't look at those small bright eyes, shining with wisdom. A glib person always laughs. He has a modest nose and a pair of glasses on his mouth. Just because of these eyes, I have also added a little girl's quiet, but behind my back, I am an out-and-out "Hao Boy".

Besides, I am still a bookworm. Once, I was reading in my room, and my mother asked me to have lunch, but I swam in the ocean of knowledge and didn't hear my mother cry until my mother came upstairs and said loudly, "It's time to eat!" " I slowly looked up and asked, "What?" Mom is really in distress situation. Keep calling me "nerd, nerd!" I asked again, "Mom: What is a nerd?" Mom was even more helpless this time, saying, "I'll ignore you, take your time!" " "I stayed for a while for no reason, and unconsciously entered my ocean again. Until four or five o'clock in the afternoon, my stomach suddenly growled, and I quickly went ashore to eat. I went downstairs and said to my mother, "mom, mom, why don't you cook after twelve o'clock?" "I'm starving." Mom smiled and said, "Look again, what time is it!" " I almost dropped my glasses when I took a closer look. It's already half past five.

From then on, the nickname "bookworm" fell on me.

Tell me, am I a bookworm?

My second grade composition 4 Fourteen years ago, I came into this world in winter. Fourteen years later, I bid farewell to my childhood in a hurry and entered the second grade in a blink of an eye.

"Ding Ling ... Ding Ling ..." Hearing the wake-up bell of the alarm clock is my biggest fear. Looking out the window, how quiet it is! In the dark sky, a few stars give off a little light. I blinked lazily, as if I were sleepy. On second thought, no! It's the second day and I have to get up early!

After breakfast, my friends and I walked into the new classroom. Seeing my classmates sitting together neatly, I was both happy and lost. I'm glad I finally got an upgrade. I'm the big brother of Grade One. What is lost is that the second-year courses are getting more and more tense, which is also very important.

Slowly, the sun also rose, dyed the clouds on the horizon as red as fire, and a new day officially began!

After entering the second day of junior high school, students will not go to school hand in hand, but they will not rush together for a topic. However, students seem to know more about tolerance and mutual assistance. The "38th parallel" between deskmates has gradually disappeared. In the past, the "debt collection" to get back a few dollars has been ignored, and there will be no fight for a little thing. Finally, they ran into the office crying and asked the teacher to get justice for themselves ... no, nothing will happen, because the students seem to have realized that they are a junior two student.

After a tiring day and learning countless new knowledge, I still get that dormitory is not like a bad place to sleep, and I can't sleep well. Who can call it closed management?

In the second day of junior high school, you made me face and accept a bigger challenge. You are a powerful driving force in my life!

Junior two, I'm coming!

My second-grade composition 5 took off yesterday's naive makeup, put on the military uniform for war, and rushed to the first battlefield of life.

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It seems that I just stepped into the junior high school yesterday. Now, I'm going to the second grade. I believe that after one year, our class will become more United; I used to be careless. I wish I were a hard worker now.

I am not an introverted girl, but I will be quiet with strangers. I vaguely remember that when I first entered junior high school, I was once thought to have autism by my classmates. A year has passed, I am very happy, and everyone is very friendly. I think our class is like a big family.

I am not a hard-working student, but I will work harder now. I vaguely remember that when I first entered junior high school, I was full of good hopes for the future and told myself to work hard, but I almost lost confidence because of repeated failures. How much have I really paid in a year? Now, I will regain my initial self-confidence, work harder and be more attentive. I don't know what I will be like in the future, but I still believe that as long as I work hard, I won't be sorry for myself.

I am not a talented person, but I will try to make up for it in the future. I vaguely remember that when I first entered junior high school, my classmates were either athletes or artistic geniuses. At the sports meeting, they were heroic and spirited; There are their melodious piano sounds and beautiful songs on the stage. I, on the other hand, have no talent except manual labor. A year has passed, and I have never won any honor for my class. I don't know if my future life will be so dull, but I will try my best to make up for it, enrich my life and do my bit for the class.

No matter how bad yesterday was, I believe it was just the darkness before dawn. Now, the first ray of sunshine has broken the darkness and lit up the journey ahead for me. I believe everything will be fine.

I'm going to grade two. I will be more confident, work harder and walk towards my brightest tomorrow with the brightest smile and sunshine.

I am a natural traveler, and I have an infinite pursuit of green.

Since I was born, when I first told my mother that I wanted to see green, she blurted out that there are rainforests in Africa, where green can be found. I braved the wind and waves to come to Africa, and I was ecstatic when I thought that my wish was about to come true. However, in front of my eyes, it is a desert called Sahara. Sand waves churn like a tsunami, but they are more violent than the tsunami. I suspected that my mother had cheated me, so I had to go home depressed. I told my father my wish, hoping that he could help me. He said confidently that I would go to England, where I was rich, and I was sure to find Green. I came to England hopefully in three steps and two steps. Indeed, it is much richer here, and skyscrapers dare to compete with the weather. But I still don't see green. I saw black smoke seeping through my skin, making me cough and leave in a hurry. Disappointed, I went home angrily and never said a word again. The surrounding air seems to be frozen and unable to flow.

Grandpa saw me unhappy and asked me why. I told him all my wishes and disappointments. After a short meditation, he said that Brazil has many forests. Therefore, I spare no effort to find green. When I came to Brazil, I seemed to smell the fragrance of trees. It's really refreshing. Through the thick fog, it was the lumberjack who was cutting down trees, and the trees fell down one after another, leaving only bare stumps. The failure of desire is disheartened, and I walk home with a heavy heart, and the wind dare not approach me.

On the way, I met my grandmother, and she asked me why I kept a straight face, so I told her. She said that there was a lot of grass in America, and I was extremely excited and ran to America regardless of fatigue. Statues and tall buildings have sprung up there. You can see a faint rainbow through the fountain, but you can never see green. Cars were running around on the road, and the smoke from the theft was so hot that it almost turned me into water. I got scared and ran away. ...

A cloud of experience, can not find green sadness, do not know how to realize their wishes, maybe human beings can do it.

My second grade composition 7 There will be many teachers in our life, including kindergarten teachers, primary school teachers, junior high school teachers, senior high school teachers and even university teachers. But the teacher I want to talk about today is my junior high school teacher.

When we first went to school, we had a bad impression on her, because on the first day of school, his self-introduction was not so humorous, even a little boring. We all thought that the future would not be easy, because after his introduction, he even asked us to introduce ourselves. This is not what bothers us the most. The number of self-introductions must be more than 100 words. For this reason, our first impression of him was very bad. Although I have a bad impression on him, I can't say it. After all, she is our teacher and will accompany us for three years in junior high school.

But once, we changed our point of view. My classmate had a high fever at that time. In class, he searched everywhere in the drawer, but he couldn't find any antipyretic. He told the monitor of our class that he would let our monitor watch the class for a while and he would come back soon. We all thought he had gone out to call his classmates' parents, but half an hour passed and there was still no sign of him. We were all puzzled at that time, and then a few minutes later, he came in with a bag of medicine, sweating on his head and panting in his mouth. It seems that he ran up the stairs. He took his usual drinking cup, made cold medicine and fever medicine for that classmate, and then let that classmate get up and eat. Because of this small move, our view of him has changed a lot.

He is our teacher. Although sometimes he is a little harsh, when I found out that I was getting in touch with her slowly, his temper didn't seem like this, but the first day gave us a bad impression, so we didn't feel really good these days. But now, we all know that he is a good teacher and our mentor. So I can't live up to the teacher's expectations. I will study hard and repay my teacher later.

I am a mobile phone, a small and lovely mobile phone.

I opened my eyes and lay quietly in the counter. The waiter picked me up with a smile and handed it to a smiling young man.

That young man became my master. He loves me very much. He puts me in his pocket every day, tells him the time and forecasts the weather.

However, when he and I first went to the subway station, I met my companions, and they were also very favored. Their owners are as young boys and girls as mine. Some people wear headphones and lean against the wall to listen to songs leisurely. Some people are staring at the screen with their heads down and their hands pointing. They are playing games. My host is reading the novel I provided, and his hand keeps sliding on my screen. I caught a glimpse of the old man standing alone by the wall, looking sadly at the young people next to him. That's his son. The old man wanted to say a few words to his son, but he stopped talking. Although there is more silence in the subway station, there is less harmony.

Every time my master is at the dinner table, he and his parents say nothing. The host bowed his head and his parents had nothing to say. Is it my fault? Did I break the harmony?

Tragedy happened. As usual, my master walked with his head down. He was so fascinated that he went to Ma Lukou unconsciously. I looked up at the red light. I shook it and shouted, "Master, don't go, red light." Unfortunately, he couldn't hear me, and I shook it again, but he still didn't pay attention. I have a bad feeling. At this moment, a car sped by. The master finally turned around. Bang, the owner was hit and I was spinning in the air. The people in the car rushed him to the hospital. My life was hollowed out and no one cared about me.

When I was about to leave this world, a deep voice came. "Alas, I didn't expect people to get on the plane of science and technology, but forgot to book emotional tickets. I thought we could change the world, but the world is changing us. " That's what my founder Steve Jobs said. Maybe my leaving will make my host happy.

I have a beautiful and lovely little bedroom with my cot, desk, bookshelf and so on. This is my own little world.

I have a small bed. Sheets. There are beautiful patterns on the quilt cover. These are some lovely rabbits playing wonderful music. On both sides of the bed, there are two quadrangular bedside tables, one with a desk calendar and the other with beautiful toys.

I have a desk. The desk is antique yellow with my study materials, desk lamps, decorations and small prizes on it. The desk lamp is a purple-white study lamp, and accompany me to review my lessons every night. From the first grade to now, every teacher has given me many small rewards, and I have collected them as a souvenir. I have some decorations to make the bedroom elegant and beautiful.

Above the desk is a small bookshelf. There are many kinds of beautiful books on the bookcase, such as: 100,000 whys, education of love, Grimm's fairy tales, 1,001 nights ... not only books bought in primary school, but also books read for hours, such as literacy books. Counting book Books about animals ... everything. All of them have increased my knowledge and improved my writing level and reading ability.

There is also a wardrobe in the room for my clothes. The wardrobe is full of clothes all year round, all kinds and colors.

My wall is white, and there is a puzzle of "Soul Garden" on it. There are many awards, and there is a gold powder painting, which I worked hard to draw. How beautiful!

There is a round lamp on the ceiling with beautiful patterns printed on it. There are little stars shining, and there are small flowers dazzling and beautiful.

I love my home, and I love my own little world.

My second grade composition 10 people's lives have a lot of troubles. Maybe I said my troubles, and you might say that many people have my troubles. Needless to say, many people already know what it is, that is, the trouble of learning. I'm not afraid. Why is this? Because I am lazy.

However, after experiencing several major problems and difficulties, as well as the teacher's criticism, my indomitable will has faded a lot when I started school. Not only that, my resistance to the outside world is too weak. It is precisely because of this problem that I often chat with people nearby in class, or think about some extracurricular things, or do some absenteeism, just a little. Since then, my absence has often made me unable to understand in class. After I don't understand, I won't do my homework when I go home. If you can't write, you won't ask and you won't be wary. But with the idea of knowing more and knowing less, so I can always say that I am learning in a mixed way, and I didn't even study hard during the holidays.

This is so annoying that I don't have the courage to die.

The famous saying once said, nothing is difficult in the world, if you put your mind to it,

Everyone knows what this means! There are no people in the world who can't finish things and overcome the difficulty of not talking! I'm afraid people didn't try to finish and overcome it!

Not only for this problem in my study, everyone should hold the idea that there is no end at any time, no matter what they are doing, they must complete anything and overcome any difficulties!

Although I didn't do it, I know this truth. Perhaps it is this laziness that taught me this truth!

My second-grade composition 1 1 The sunshine is always so bright; Tomorrow is always a daydream; Dreams always fascinate me.

Growing up in a dream, happiness is my unchanging mark. Growing up in a dream, diligence is my main theme.

Dreams, when we are young, we always dream that we are happy. Yes, when we grow up, we always think about how to work hard. At the age of thirteen, I have always dreamed of my brilliant future.

Someone once said: Growing up is not to make your pants shorter, but to have big dreams, which proves that you have really grown up.

When I was a child, I always wanted it to grow tall (of course, this is not a sign of growing up) and dreamed of growing up happily. until one day ...

On this sunny day, I happily rode my "little BMW" to school. When I get to school, look at the schedule. There is a composition class today. What will the teacher ask us to do? I watched the Chinese teacher come to class with a big question mark. The teacher didn't say anything, but wrote "My Dream" on the blackboard. Suddenly I met "Dream" so solemnly, and my mind went blank. Time is running out. I am still speechless. I began to look around, hoping to get some hints from my classmates' compositions. The teacher spoke: "Students, I know you didn't write anything. I just want your class to have a dream! " "

The teacher's words were forceful, and the back of his departure made me find a navigation mark for myself.

Dreams are our navigation marks, guiding our direction and motivation.

Starting today, let's grow up in our dreams and set sail in our dreams!

My second-grade composition 12 Everyone has his own dream, and people with dreams are the most beautiful!

I have always liked a poem by Grandma Bing Xin, entitled "Successful Flowers": "Successful flowers/people only envy her present brilliance/but at the beginning, her buds/were soaked with tears of struggle/splashed with blood and rain of sacrifice." Successful flowers need sweat, tears and even blood.

As we all know, Deng Yaping loves playing table tennis since she was a child, and she dreams of being able to show her talents in the world arena one day. But he was rejected by the national team because of his short stature and short hands and feet. But instead of being discouraged, she turned failure into motivation, practiced her skills hard and made persistent efforts, and finally pushed the bud of her dream away-she got her wish and stood on the podium of the world champion. In her sports career, she always won 18 world champion medals. Deng Yaping's outstanding achievements not only brought great glory to himself, but also changed the traditional concept of selecting athletes only among tall people in the world table tennis.

Before Liu Xiang, who would have thought that a yellow race would one day climb the podium of 1 10 meter hurdles? In the men's 1 10 meter hurdles final of the Athens Olympic Games on August 27th, 2004, Liu Xiang tied the record set by British player colin jackson and won the gold medal with12second 9 1, creating a miracle and myth for China people in short track events! After the game, he began to forget all about eating and sleeping. Many things happen. In the men's 1 10 meter hurdles final of the 2006 IAAF Super Grand Prix in Lausanne, Liu Xiang won the gold medal with a time of 12.88 seconds, breaking the world record of men 1 10 meter hurdles who had been sleeping for/3 years!

This is the case on the field, isn't it the same in life?

Dreams are the belief that each of us should adhere to!

My second grade composition 13 I like music, including electronic organ, double-row keys, violin and cucurbit silk. It's like opening a small musical instrument museum at home, but I feel something is missing, such as the piano.

I studied double-row keys, also called electronic organ. Fingers don't need much effort, and they can make a sound with a light touch. I don't work hard on the hand shape when I practice at ordinary times, and I can't play the hand shape well.

Last year, I won the third prize of Xiaowen Music's "National 10,000-Person Trial" children's double-row key group, and the school awarded an electronic organ. I said to my mother, "Do you have to give me a piano?" Look, it's the first time for me to win such a high prize! ""cut! Just practice your double-row keys, don't be half-hearted. Besides, where do we keep the piano? "My mother turned me down.

The next day, I began to tidy my room and tried to make room for the piano. Find a good place for mom to see. "Move the table inside. If the sofa is broken, move it. Just enough to play the piano. " Mother was silent, looked around the room and said, "How can I have extra money to buy a piano?" ? Teacher Wang also said that he would take you to America, and you wanted a piano. You can only choose one. ""I choose the piano! " I replied categorically: "The piano costs about 10,000 yuan, which can be used for a long time, while the United States can only go once, and it costs more!" "

But mom still disagreed. I have to find Mr. Wang. "good! I was just about to tell you that Mr. Xiaowen is going to give a master class, and the opportunity is rare. What can I do without a piano at home? I will send a WeChat to your mother later. " I am ecstatic. Mom just got back from grandma's house. "Guess grandpa promised to give you a reward to be so happy?"

You did a good job. My piano plan is coming true! I have money to buy a piano and tuition, a place to play it, and people to help me speak, except the "King of Musical Instruments". I pretended to be calm and said to my mother, "Open your WeChat, Miss Wang wants to see you!"

A few weeks later, the "King of Musical Instruments" really came and stood solemnly in the living room. That Tuesday, my mood was like the sun outside the door.

My second-grade composition 14 people are tourists who spend their lives in reincarnation, once and for all. How bumpy it is to sail on the water depends only on the ferryman's practice. Now, how lucky we are to walk on water.

Intuition comes in early summer, the content on the radio is the same, pedestrians on the road are in a hurry, and a word in our mouth becomes as frequent and dull as mine, only feeling that another battle is coming.

It seems that the rapids on the water are approaching. I don't know if the seniors in senior three have practiced enough.

Many years ago, it coincided with my cousin's college entrance examination. I was still a pupil at that time. That's just the confusion and relief of Na Yue's "walking away". Now think about it, it's light and heavy in your hand.

I have seen the chaos of the battlefield, white books and pieces of paper and deafening cheers all over the street, which make our hearts in the ivory tower restless. I wonder how many years later, we can still be so arrogant and chic, and when I turn my head, there is a homework hill on the desk.

I have seen many people on the Internet and in books, criticizing the pain of reading and dissatisfied with the importance of education, but I don't agree. Han Han's generation is not without, but how many frolicters like Han Han can grin at you casually?

I don't collide or run away. The day before yesterday, when I asked my classmates where they would go in the future, most of them shouted trivial things such as "going abroad in the future", "the pressure of the senior high school entrance examination and the college entrance examination is too great" and "I want to take a walk". I asked again, "Why not face it?" They were stunned, and it took a long time to answer: "There are too many unknowns, don't you think it's terrible?"

No. Stumbling growth, pain is its essence. I'm afraid, and I'm also afraid that people will stumble in front of the rushing river. When I struggle ashore wet, others will drift away.

But what process can make us laugh and cry like this man's upset pain? I like this adventure. Because, in the long river of life, it is ourselves who master the bow tip.

Therefore, I just hope that my hand holding the pole will not tremble, I can't immerse myself in sweat, I stand slightly bent down and the boat will drift away. In the long river of time, I always walk through the circle of passengers and walk through the bumps without hesitation.

My second grade composition 15 waved a sheep whip and a gold hat mink, and he threw it into the abyss; He used a bald pen and a crooked piece of short paper to engrave his deep concern for the Han Dynasty. He stands between forgetting and remembering, relaxing and worrying. He resolutely chose to put aside wealth and honor, chose to remember loyalty, and made great contributions to his life.

Lament, when he heard that the rebellion failed; Righteousness, when he refused to betray his faith; Surprised, when Khan faced this unyielding man in the Central Plains, he was not moved by wealth; Perseverance, he is willing to hold a sheep whip and be a lonely and holy watchman like Tianshan Snow Lotus.

The north wind blows hard, and he keeps Leng Yue company. Looking back at the Central Plains, he remembers the nobleness of "being a big fellow and dying a big fellow ghost" in his heart. Hu Jia is deep, keeps company with the sky, yearns for lonely smoke in the desert, and completely forgets Khan's promise. The cellar was cold, and he swallowed a mouthful of felt wool and turf, but his blood was boiling with a belief that he would never die-loyalty to his country. When the snow fell, he blew the eternal swan song with the most charming wine and food and the clank of iron bones-the poor can't move, the warriors can't bend, and the rich can still be forgotten.

He remembered his loyalty to the big fellow with wisdom, sang and sang in the heavy snow all over the sky, sublimated the bare section into a legend, and composed a sad song sung through the ages. With courage, he forgot the temptation of wealth, wandered in the desert yellow sand, fixed the skinny sheep as immortal and wrote an epic.

Between forgetting and remembering, between enjoying and persisting, he walked on the ice of hay and made a beautiful answer with a period of his life: wealth is just passing by; Loyalty is an eternal story.

Su Wu forever.