Junior one composition

In daily study, work or life, everyone will be exposed to composition to some extent. Writing is an important means to cultivate people's observation, association, imagination, thinking and memory. In order to make your writing easier and more convenient, the following are 9 senior one compositions that I collected. Everyone is welcome to learn from them, and I hope it will help you.

The first composition 1 It rains in succession during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die. I believe everyone can recite this poem! Tomb-Sweeping Day, we should go to the grave to pay homage to our predecessors. These are the manners of our younger generation. So we set out last Saturday!

Mom and Dad, my brother, me, my grandparents and my sister bought food for worship and prepared to go up the mountain. Soon, the express train drove down the hill. The mountain is steep, not steep, but it can't be said to be flat. Looking around, it is both oblique and flat. Although I only come once a year, I am no stranger to it. Well, Ming Festival, grave-sweeping composition, first day.

On the way, we saw many graves. We look carefully, and some tombstones have a five-pointed star, which has faded and can't be seen clearly. Apparently, no one has come for a long time. Later, I asked my grandmother to know that these people were all soldiers who died for the revolutionary cause. I really want to go up and see them! However, due to the limited time, this wish will not be realized until the next grave-sweeping! Time waits for no one! Grandma was panting in the middle, looking really unbearable, but what can time resist?

Go, go, go. With the singing, we walked one road after another and climbed one mountain after another. With a smile and sweat on grandma's face, here we are. Here we are! I shouted. Everyone laughed. We laid out the food needed for worship, inserted incense and waited there. We didn't start burning paper money until the incense was burned out. After burning the paper money, we wandered there, suddenly remembering that there are many bamboo shoots now, but the grave next to it is not prosperous and harmonious. However, the spring here is so beautiful that the tomb next to it no longer exists. A person immersed in this beauty rarely leaves with his relatives. Well, Ming Festival, grave-sweeping composition, first day.

At the last stop, everyone was sweating. Everyone is looking for bamboo shoots and digging them. We dug bags after bags of bamboo shoots. Looking at this bamboo shoot, I seem to have tasted it.

This grave sweeping is really fulfilling!

Composition 2 of the first grade, seemingly fleeting time. Today, I am no longer a child playing house on the grass. Today, I am no longer a primary school student who reads aloud "A ray of light at the foot of my bed"; Today, I have bid farewell to my childhood and moved towards youth. With a vision for the future, I came to Lan No.2 Middle School and entered the first day of my life.

Although I have just come to school for a few days, I have a certain understanding of the new environment and have a lot of feelings about the first day of my life.

On the first day, the first feeling is freshness. The campus is shaded by trees; The teacher's lectures are fascinating; The students get along very well. All this is very different from primary school, which makes me feel very fresh and interesting.

On the first day, the second feeling was longing for the future. In the three years of junior high school, lay a solid foundation for the future and move towards the goal step by step.

The first day, I feel nervous again. In middle school, the study competition is fierce, so there will be some pressure. If you are not careful, your grades will fall behind the team and you can't relax at all. You should always be in a state of learning. We must adapt to this tense learning atmosphere in order to achieve excellent results in three years of study.

The first day, excited, expecting, nervous. But anyway, let's start from bit by bit and integrate into a new life. Let's face the life of senior one with a positive and optimistic attitude.

Everyone will have their own dreams, and of course, I am no exception. My dream is to be a writer.

I made up my mind when I was in primary school. In the future, I must become a writer and I will write the best articles in the world. Of course, I will work hard and make continuous progress. In the meantime, I need your support. I will continue to work hard.

I learned a text called Memories of Autumn by Shi Tiesheng, a famous writer and essayist in China. His legs are paralyzed, but he still insists on writing. He worked hard, was brave and fearless, and overcame many difficulties for the benefit of the people. In China, there are also famous historical figures worthy of our study, such as "Two Bombs" Deng Jiaxian and Deng Jiaxian. He is a famous scientist and physicist in China, a pioneer and founder of nuclear weapons development in China, and has made important contributions to the research and development of nuclear weapons and atomic weapons in China. Deng Jiaxian was exposed to radiation while studying and weapons. Because he was too absorbed, he didn't pay attention to nuclear radiation. Deng Jiaxian, who suffered from rectal cancer, died of massive bleeding. Such a hero.

Things are worth learning.

In fact, I love writing myself, because writing is what I have been pursuing. I used to see many famous people can write, and I envy them myself, so I must be a writer in the future and serve the people.

When I was in primary school, I got full marks in every Chinese exam composition, because I liked to treat it as a document since I was a child, so the composition I wrote was more realistic.

I remember once, our class teacher asked us to write a composition. Then, from then on, I liked writing. I think writing has always been my dream.

It took me almost a long time to write a good composition, and I also made great efforts. Sometimes I even forget to eat. In order to finish this composition, I stayed up almost all night, and I encountered many setbacks in my writing, but I persisted.

The head teacher once told me that if people don't make up their minds, there will be no direction for action. It tells us that only by setting a goal can we determine the direction of action, strive to realize our ideals and move towards success. Regardless of the objective conditions, the key lies in subjective efforts.

Everyone's

Dreams are unique. Only by hard work can we realize our dreams, and there will be many difficulties in realizing them. Therefore, we must overcome difficulties and forge ahead.

Life is a book, and the little things in life can be combined into a book. The little things in life are like stories, and the book of life has been compiled. The most wonderful nature is my "first cooking"!

This was a year or two ago. That night, my mother accidentally cut her hand, so I had to cook. I'm nervous, this is my first time! Cooking must be exciting. Every time my mother cooks, I want to cook. Today I finally have a chance!

I walked carefully into the kitchen, remembering my mother's cooking. I washed the rice first, then put water in the pot, press the switch and start cooking! I first cut a small piece of beef for the experiment, and the beef turned over in the pot. I put down a small bucket of oil and three spoonfuls of salt, hmm! I can't help admiring that after a few minutes, the beef was cooked, and I took a small bite with excitement, bah, bah! I vomited a few times. It was too salty. I am discouraged: it turns out that cooking is so difficult! I can't help sighing. At this time, my mother came over and saw me depressed. I understood at once. My mother smiled and said, Come on, I believe you! Yes, and told me some essentials. I nodded. Failure is the mother of success. I can't let mom down! I encourage myself in my heart. I calmed down and went to the kitchen again.

I went to the kitchen again. I cut an onion and put it in the pot. Then I put the beef with a spoonful of oil. The beef crackled in the pot. I put a spoonful of salt in it, and the beef gradually turned into beautiful golden lace. I have mastered the appropriate heat, stir-fried under certain circumstances, and the beef slowly floated with the smell of "three thousands of feet drooling". I wiped the sweat from my head and opened a bright little face. My first cooking was a success! ! I'm happy to let my mother taste it. My mother picked up the beef and I looked at her face nervously. Mother made a paste with beef and said, "Great! Well done, follow. Keep cheering! " I looked at my mother with satisfaction. Cooking once in my life was a perfect success!

I am always a little excited when I think of my "first cooking". The rope is wrapped around my heart and I can't forget it for a long time.

There are many kinds of fruits in the orchard in my hometown. There are bananas, oranges and loquats … but my favorite is pears.

Every time I walk to the street corner and see pears on the fruit stand, I will think of pears in my hometown and remind me of my childhood.

When I was a child, I often played with my friends under the pear tree. When we are tired and thirsty, we will try to get some pears to eat and live a happy life.

Once, my friends and I came to the pear tree as usual. This time we didn't come to play, but we made an appointment to pick pears here.

Because the pear tree is very high, we can't climb it all the time. So, let's get together and find a way. Suddenly, a child said, "We can climb trees by ladder." Everyone agrees. So, we chose a strong man to squat down below, and a shorter man stood on his back. When the people below come together, the people above can climb the tree. After several attempts, this method still doesn't work.

So, we must find another way. A friend added, "We can knock pears down with bamboo poles!" "Everyone got up the confidence again and went to find a long bamboo pole. With a wave of his hand, the pear can be knocked down, but it is already scarred. So, how can we not hurt pears? Finally, after discussion, a method is worked out.

When swinging the bamboo pole hard, don't hit the pear directly, but hit the pear next to the branch. This can ensure that pears are not damaged.

We're on the move. In a short time, a dozen pears were knocked down. Everyone took pears to wash and eat, not to mention how sweet they are.

Soon after that experience, I came to this city. Although I went back once in a while, I never had that experience again.

Although you can buy pears now, they are not as sweet as those in your hometown anyway.

Ah! I love pears in my hometown, and I love my hometown even more!

In my life, there are countless tomorrows, and who will remember that I have experienced a tomorrow? How many people look forward to tomorrow and the future?

It was dark, and the moon smiled with relief, watching the innocent slapstick of the stars with kind love. The flowers on the roadside also closed their eyes, the ground was covered with black warm bedding, and people rode home on the path. The wind blows the trees and the leaves swish down. I looked at the night outside the door. As if thinking about something. Mother put a coat on me with her cold and rough hands. She asked me, "Is it cold? Come on in! Don't catch a cold. " Trying to pull me up and put on airs I looked at her old face and asked, "Mom, is it true that you said I couldn't go to college?" Mother was silent.

After a while, I couldn't help asking loudly, "Is it true? You tell me! " My mother stroked my head and said with a smile, "silly boy, that's just superstition." Why do you believe her? " I asked, "Didn't you say that other people's calculations were accurate?" My mother looked at me and smiled, but she didn't forget to tell me to believe in science and not to be superstitious. I showed a happy smile.

Looking at my mother's wrinkled face, thinking about my father looking at me in another world, thinking about my struggling sister, for what? I just want to have the best of everything and study hard. What about me? Sitting here is useless, scared and cowardly. Instead of pursuing progress. Thought of here, I can't help but feel ashamed!

After tomorrow, I will no longer be useless, afraid and weak. But study hard and make them proud of me. I don't trust fortune tellers. Their accuracy is just superstition. Even if the result is the same, I will fight bravely, at least I have tried, even if the result is not ideal, I will not be ashamed. Do your best and have a clear conscience. Just like when I left my alma mater to take the exam, the teacher told me to do my best and have a clear conscience. Trying or failing is not terrible. The terrible thing is that you gave up before you tried.

Beethoven, the greatest pianist in the world, made such achievements, not because he had a high talent, nor because he was born a genius. But the pianist Beethoven has 16 hours to practice in the piano room 24 hours a day. "Genius lies in accumulation, and cleverness comes from diligence." Because of his hard work, he realized his dream and changed his destiny. How can he succeed without sweating?

Habit makes the future, and character changes fate.

Didn't all the great men in the world change their destiny because of persistence and hard work?

After tomorrow, I will no longer give up on myself, and I will no longer be cowardly. I want to make my family proud of me, and I want to change my destiny!

My mother went on a business trip this evening. My father and I had dinner early and lay on the sofa watching TV.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang "Ding Dong" and "Ding Dong". Dad stood up lazily, walked slowly to the door and opened it. Turned out to be a handsome young man. I saw the young man carrying a white plastic bag in one hand and a clean rag in the other, wearing a gray jacket and a pair of gray fashionable jeans, which made me feel good about him at once. Dad looked at him and asked in a blunt tone, "Who are you?" What are you doing here? "The young man bowed with a smile and said enthusiastically," Hello, sir, I'm a detergent salesman. I'm very sorry to have accidentally disturbed you today. Can I come in and have a look? Dad refused apologetically, but let the young man in anyway. The young man observed the room and said appreciatively, "It's really clean and warm. "Dad was very happy and said," Of course, it's all thanks to my wife. " The young man looked at me, came over and touched my head and said, "What a handsome young man. I scratched my head and smiled shyly at him. After that, the young man and his father walked into the kitchen, and I was curious to join in the fun.

The young man pointed to the range hood and said, "This range hood is really dirty." Indeed, due to years of use and mother's indifference to the hygiene of the range hood, a thick layer of dirt has formed on the range hood, which is difficult to wipe off. The young man put his finger through with a thick layer of dust. The young man showed his finger to my father and me, and then washed it with natural water. The young man turned around, paused, took out a bottle of detergent from the plastic bag, opened it, poured it on the rag prepared in advance, and then wiped it hard on the range hood. The scrubbed range hood suddenly brightened under the light, but the place where it was not scrubbed was covered with black or yellow dirt as before. The young man proudly said to his father, "Sir, you see, this detergent works very well." Dad nodded. After that, the young man began to talk about the benefits of detergent and asked his father to buy it on the grounds of buying two for one. Dad can't help feeling a little touched. Finally, the young man made a deal with his father on the condition that 60 yuan bought two bottles and sent another. After the young man left, his mother came back soon and was furious when she learned about it. It turns out that a bottle of this detergent on the market is less than ten yuan.

This young man used our welcome and trust as a means to induce his father with no market experience to buy detergent, which made his father feel complacent and thought that he had also made a fortune. But if you eat an inch, you will gain wisdom. We won't be cheated again next time.

Junior one composition 8 Dear Xiaoyu:

Let me say hello to you, say hello to you!

Staring out of the window, there is a gray curtain hanging in the rain. The evening breeze roared and the little frogs croaked in the field. At this time, I know you have come, you have come in the middle of the night in the rainy sea, and you have come to see me in the boundless rainy sea with your most sincere heart in the middle of the night!

I know you are happy because you are dancing in gorgeous clothes. Your arrows are colorful, and then you land. I know how happy you are at this time.

But, dear rain and dew, do you know that I am all right?

Please don't tell water. To tell the truth, some people say that I am too ungrateful.

A small bracelet with beads on it reflects beautiful colors in the sun-this is my favorite holiday gift. I was about to pick it up and put it on my hand when Kobayashi suddenly appeared in front of me and told me that the bracelet was broken. She was apologizing repeatedly. At this time, I was surprised and angry, so I had to stare at her, then turned the beads over and ran away. Looking back, I saw that she was wiping the tears and picking up the scattered beads. I can't help but feel tight and blame, is this my fault? Am I really wrong?

Rain and dew, please don't tell Shuier that I am such a person when you climb to the top of the tree and want to fall into the water, because I have repented.

Please don't tell the flowers. To tell the truth, some people say that I have no perseverance.

A book that has spent two months reading more than 50 pages, the rainy season of flower season, has been thrown aside by me, and it will be gone after another look. Elder sister often says that I just put my books away when I come back, and my enthusiasm for doing things is becoming my symbol day by day. Yes, that's how I usually do things, which brings a lot of dissatisfaction and trouble.

Rain and dew, when you want to roll off your petals on the eaves, please don't tell the flowers that I am such a person, because I have made great efforts.

Yulu, can you hear me talking to you? At this moment, you gently brushed my cheek, so soft and kind. I know you promised me, right? You float away gently and gradually disappear in the distance. You know, I've been staring at you from a distance, even if you fall into the water and play with the little fish, even if you lean against the leaves and talk to it. ......

I am very happy to be with you, because you are my good friend, and you are my good friend who can talk about my pain. I hope you can become harmonious neighbors with Shuier and good friends with Xiaoyu. ......

X X

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Composition 9 of the first day of junior high school was full of colorful flowers, all of which were given to the ruins of broken wells. People walk in Leng Cha, and people dream. But stay forever.

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First of all, the first meeting

When I was traveling in Yan Guan in primary school, I once met a shadow play for the first time.

At that time, the shadow play was "the Monkey King made a scene in the Dragon Palace". The guide took us into a dark room and looked around. On a piece of white cloth, several figures walked and danced smartly. Still singing, with an accent. Looking closely, the Dragon King and the Monkey King flew up and down, pushing their hands and feet. It turns out that shadow play is so magical!

After a while, the background music became tense and replaced by drums and gongs that matched the rhythm of the characters' movements.

The Monkey King in the painting is as sensitive as a swallow, and has escaped the attacks of the Dragon King again and again. In a short time, the dragon king was dragged by a foot and had to flee.

Followed by a group of his dragon princes, the Monkey King was naturally at first, but he was completely defeated in a few moves, complaining. The audience applauded. Just then, a dragon prince came and suddenly became a dragon, leaving no trace of change. In my mind, I secretly lamented that the shadow puppeteers are skilled, swift, lifelike and exquisite in details. It really makes people applaud. Dragons wriggled and flew in the air, jumping up and down, and then every prince became a dragon of different colors and shapes. The Monkey King came face to face with a golden cudgel, gave them a blow, and finally they all ran away one by one. I can't help clapping.

Music is no longer so urgent, but gradually becomes relaxed and stretched.

I watched the whole performance in surprise, and my heart was full of doubts. What made the Monkey King and the dragon move? What is making noise? I can't help looking behind the stage.

When I entered the stage, I saw that the Monkey King, who was alive and kicking just now, was actually just a piece of leather with exquisite workmanship and fine painters. There are several bamboo sticks attached to the limbs and head. That's how the Monkey King moves! Shadow puppeteers used to hold these tiny bamboo sticks to complete their performances, which is hard to imagine. Look at those dragons carefully.

Then the Monkey King is SHEN WOO with fine features and well-dressed; Those dragons also have beards and tattoos, and there are obvious differences between them. These shadows are beautifully made and portrayed. It is hard to imagine how much time the master spent on these small shadow puppets, how carefully he painted them and how carefully he cut them. There are cranes, turtles, donkeys, people and so on. As long as you are photographed by a shadow puppet actor, you will have a vivid and moving life immediately.

Another scene begins. The background music is the erhu, suona, flute, drum and gong played live. Dubbing is done by shadow puppeteers while talking. The shadow puppeteers are nearly sixty years old, but when they started, they changed their lethargy and fatigue at rest, became energetic, moved like flies, and waved skillfully and busily from top to bottom. His forehead was covered with sweat. One minute on stage, ten years off stage. It turned out that we enjoyed it for dozens of minutes in front of the curtain, and they paid so much sweat behind the scenes.

Second, meet again.

For more than two years, I have never been lonely without shadow play. In the new era, we have televisions and computers, and we no longer rely on shadow play for entertainment and recreation. The era of shadow play is over. It's like an old man telling the glory of history in an obscure corner.

And I met again.

It was the Spring Festival. In an abandoned temple-it's a perfect place. Only such an old temple is simple and elegant, fresh and indifferent, and occasionally one or two old cats lie on top of the old house in the warm sun, which is suitable for such an ancient art as shadow play.

This time, I no longer only pay attention to those wonderful scenes, moving music and lifelike shadow play, but want to know more about this culture that has been passed down for thousands of years.

The audience was deserted, mostly old people, and some children just came to watch the fun and grab candy. Very few young people really come to the theater and can truly inherit this culture in the future.

I went backstage. Five old men with white hair in plain clothes are skillfully preparing in the background. In the past, shadow play required at least a dozen people as a team. Now, it is probably wrong. Now, who wants to keep this increasingly deserted old business?

Their rough hands were covered with calluses and frostbite, and the backs of their hands were cracked. All electrical appliances are mottled and obviously weathered.

There is no smile on the old people's faces, but there is a realistic indifference. "Come to the theatre?" The old man looked up and asked smoothly. "hmm." I replied. He didn't ask me again. He probably thought a kid like me was just here to join in the fun. This kind of thing happens all the time. How can you really be interested in shadow play? He is used to it. Grandpa, what's on today? ""play with the cornucopia. " I asked again, "How long have you been engaged in shadow play?" He stopped to sort out the shadow play in his hand and looked at me: "More than thirty years." He said with a sigh.

The play has already started. The red cloth curtain slowly opened, revealing two figures, still delicate and lovely. Old people devote themselves to the work he loves, no, his life. Full of strength, enthusiasm, joy and vitality, it seems to be a teenager again.

I didn't concentrate on the theatre, and somehow there was a sadness in my heart.

Time goes by like water. Once popular in The Times, no one cares now. History is blocked, even though shadow play is protected and recognized by the national intangible cultural heritage and the Intangible Cultural Heritage Law, the indifference of the masses makes this art, which was originally with the masses, dim and colorless. The masses no longer need it, and its existence is pathetic.

After thousands of years of historical vicissitudes, will shadow play, an ancient drama, be forgotten by history because there is no successor and it has lost its glory?

Maybe decades later, hundreds of years later, we can only see it in textbooks-once, at the beginning of 2 1 century, shadow play disappeared in Jiangnan.

In about twenty minutes, the play was over. Few people insist on watching the play. The children came in and out, and most of the old people sitting at the end were chatting and didn't have time to watch the play.

The old artists of shadow play came to us for * * * three days, one * * * nine times. I will support them anyway. I like shadow play, its brilliance and the spirit of the artists behind the scenes. These five old people and shadow play, a chitose old man. They are respectable and lovely.

Third, miss

Sometimes I miss shadow play occasionally, but I soon forget it.

In this world, we never lack excitement. But in the old place of history, watching historical shadow play not only brings me a different kind of stimulation, but also makes me feel a kind of calm in a simple room, like a painted oiled paper, which becomes thorough and pure white under the washing of clear water; Time froze, just like a fast clock suddenly stopped. There are also old artists as simple and lovely as shadow play ... Shadow play has given me a brand-new experience.

I have been paying attention to and supporting some shadow play websites, but their popularity is not high; Watching shadow play in online video always feels that there is a deep taste missing; I want to go out and have a look, but there is no place to look around. Shadow play is imprisoned. I hope to save it, but I can't.

Now people are pursuing thousands of fashions and fashions. People should look forward, innovate and pursue. But at the right time, we should look back at the beautiful scenery and enjoy spiritual liberation. And more people walk very fast, but rarely look back. What did we get when we reached the end of the road? What do we like?

Miss. Just as we should care about our parents when we grow up. Neither the intangible heritage law nor Ronghua's name can make the Millennium shadow play happy, and the masses are his favorite children.

Miss. Life is full of struggle and endless prosperity. Tired of walking, look back more, those ancient times that have been baptized by years can make us feel relieved.

Miss. Don't let shadow play only become nostalgia, and don't let more beautiful past like shadow play only become nostalgia. The years that have passed in history are fleeting. Don't let it be lonely.