Selected 600 words of composition before the middle school entrance examination

The senior high school entrance examination is coming. Let's write a composition to commemorate this unforgettable day with words. The following are some essays about the days before the entrance examination for reference only.

It was a stormy night before the middle school entrance examination, and he sat at his desk alone, thinking. Facing the papers on the desk, he has all kinds of ideas. The laughter and laughter that once appeared no longer appeared on his face, and the tears gently crossed his face, and the tears were still clearly visible. He was afraid to face his parents' indifferent eyes, his classmates' sarcastic words, and the teacher gave up silently.

He cried, and his heart ached. At this time, his heart was fragile, and even the slightest criticism could be broken. Although the wind and rain outside the window were blocked by the window, it made a whirring sound. He lowered his head and banged his head hard, hating his simplicity.

The howling wind is vaguely mixed with the voices of characters in TV dramas. As usual, he may run to the living room, watch TV and eat snacks, but today he doesn't. He knew that the colorful world there no longer belonged to him. He opened the window conveniently and a strong wind came at him. Glittering tears drop down instantly and fall on the windowsill, forming a round mark. He doesn't care. At this time, a small tree appeared in his deep eyes. Under the attack of wind and rain, this small tree has long lost its original appearance, and its small body sometimes falls to the west and sometimes leans to the east. This kind of thing is very common at ordinary times, but it has caused him endless thinking at this time. Why are you stubborn and unwilling to fall in the face of such a strong wind? Perhaps the little tree knows that falling down may be the end of its life. As long as we get through this stormy night, it will be sunny tomorrow. Because of the rain tonight, it will grow stronger tomorrow under the sunshine.

He knows everything. He knows that he is still very young, and there are still many things waiting for him to do. He can't fall down because of this, there is still a long way ahead.

It's late at night, and the voice on TV can still be heard. It's time for him to sleep. He knows it will be sunny tomorrow.

It was a sunny day the next day. The crisp sound of reading on campus spread all over the school, and there was also a clear sky among those reading sounds.

I know I will write thousands of words with this pen, but I just want to record my truest feelings. Without today, there is no future.

Time carries dreams, and it is fixed at this moment. Two days later, it will be the day when we fight against fate.

In the last week, I got the last red flag in the grade three office, which was my victory. So many teachers said: Liao Chaoyi, work hard and there will be hope for filial piety! I smiled. Do these words make sense? The teachers posted the test papers returned by foreign schools on the wall of the classroom, which was decorated very spectacularly. Teacher after teacher told us the same thing: I'd rather believe it, but I don't. Under the influence of many authorities, the stone wall of the classroom has been replaced by a human wall, which is a scene that makes everyone happy!

These days, I always can't calm down and have no intention to review, so I try to discuss philosophical issues. I read a sentence in Xiao Yanrong's notes: Do you hate because of love? This is a valuable question. I thought about it for two days, but nothing came of it. The answer she gave me was: Can you tell which came first, the chicken or the egg? I am calling myself an idiot. I asked Xu: Do you like loneliness or are you afraid of loneliness? She said: I'm just used to loneliness. Yes, what a wonderful answer! But why do I always feel that feeling is just hovering between like and fear? Am I not used to loneliness?

It turns out that I am used to loneliness. Suddenly I feel that my life is very sad. Just like General Ye Wei said, "I feel sorry for you", I feel sorry for myself.

Yesterday, the last evening study at school was Chinese. The teacher raced against time to help us with our exercises, while we just looked at him dryly. I think he should understand the begging in our eyes, but he didn't say anything, and neither did we. Xu counted down last night's self-study on a piece of paper, while I waited for a while and watched the time flow like water. As soon as the bell rang, the last glimmer of hope was dashed. The last sentence the Chinese teacher said was: May everyone get good grades in the senior high school entrance examination. Then, he walked smartly, and then applause broke out in the classroom. Our graduation party didn't start or end. But this imagination space is too big for people to imagine.

Students began to hold books at home, piles of thick books, and those books were in their arms, as if bearing all the weight. I said, Keke, I'll take you home tomorrow and take your book! He simply refused, I smiled, and then there was no story. I erased all the pictures about Fanko from my mind,

There seems to be no freedom in the days before the middle school entrance examination. Every day, I seem to be immersed in a book of one format, occasionally take a look at a ray of sunshine outside the window, and then bury myself in reading. Get used to this formatted life, even if you don't like it. After all, it is the third grade.

In this classroom full of strong gunpowder, after such a breathless day, there is only ideal.

In these tense days, I feel a lot, recalling the innocence of my childhood, how much I miss it. Looking back on last year, I was so crazy and arrogant, and now it seems so ridiculous.

It is necessary to leave the classroom that has been struggling for a year and leave the familiar corridor; I just found out that there has always been one thing in my heart, called nostalgia.

I miss the runway where I competed with my classmates, but I refused to give up. I miss the parking lot where I used to put my car illegally. In short, I miss the land where my classmates shed laughter.

The days before the middle school entrance examination are boring, boring, but full. At this parting moment, we cherish the friendship between our classmates even more. The teacher-student relationship between teachers and classmates. Everything between us: our laughter, our tears, our love, our confusion and our persistence, as well as our persistent words. ...

It turns out that these are too profound to miss.

The days before the middle school entrance examination only remember this: the future of tomorrow depends on today's efforts.