The composition of the first year of junior high school

In study, work and even life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition. Composition is a style composed of words, which expresses a theme through language organization after people's ideological consideration. You always have no way to write a composition? The following is the composition of 10 Grade One for your reference only. Let's have a look.

The computer went on strike. I can't start it. Obviously, the power light of the host computer has been flashing, but the display screen is just a black screen. It's hopeless for no reason.

There is a new laptop next to it. But I just like this old computer with a few teeth missing. It seems that every key has life and aura. You can touch the color by pressing a key. Go deep into the soul Give yourself a piece of coolness.

A person's nostalgia is really terrible, which can make you desperate to turn back. Become persistent and a little stupid.

But what can be done? I just like it.

Xu, there is also fate between people and things. Some things have been used for a long time. You have feelings.

Every part of this computer is so familiar, how to put your hand, how to hold the mouse, what information to put in that folder, and everything is in good order. Even the mottling on the keyboard and the mottling on the computer make people feel kind.

So, even if it's a little senile. Compared with the notebook newly developed by the next unit, the clothes are worn out, the skin is wrinkled, and even the internal organs are beginning to age. I still can't bear to give up.

Every time something goes wrong, I can't even bear to throw it into a small maintenance station. I must send it back to my hometown and Lenovo maintenance office, so that I can rest assured. Therefore, the maintenance cost alone in these two years is probably not less than 1 1,000 yuan. Every time I bring it home, I will be filled with joy. It's like holding a child who has just recovered from illness.

However, this time, it seems to be terminally ill. No matter how I call. It just fell asleep quietly and only heard some faint breathing. It seems to be the heartbeat of a previous life, bearing the gibberish and delicate exhortation of the world of mortals.

Dad said, no repair? You have a new notebook anyway. I shook my head. No, I still like to use this old one. The stubborn expression made him helpless. Had to send me and it to the repair shop.

Along the way, the wind was light. I made up my mind that if I really need major surgery this time. I will be merciless. What to withdraw, what to sell and what to keep. Maybe it can be combined with his desktop computer.

Xu, it actually eavesdropped on me. Go to the maintenance office. The maintenance master opened its internal organs and just wiped it gently with an eraser. Actually, I woke up soon. The same is the familiar boot screen, familiar screen and familiar scene. The initial trajectory, through those disturbances, faint fragrance, came naturally in the initial encounter …

I was, uh, a little surprised, and then surprised.

However, it turns out that it is very tired.

When two people come into the world, they are doomed to bad karma. In order to survive and work, we have to study and work hard, busy and tired all our lives. The free time really left for yourself is limited. These limited time is the gap of life time.

Many people always complain that every day is full of work and entertainment. In fact, as long as you are willing, you will always squeeze it out, because time is a sponge. During the Three Kingdoms period, Monroe, the general of the State of Wu, was a lout and foolhardy man. Sun Quan, the prince of Wu, told him to read more about the art of war. Monroe said, "I'm too busy to lead troops to war." How can I have time to study? " Sun Quan said: "Time can be squeezed out." Lv Meng followed the advice, studied hard and finally became Wu's master. Lu Xun's time gap should be great, because he is good at "squeezing" and squeezing out great fame and achievements. Those great military strategists and writers can walk freely in the gap of time, not to mention us ordinary people?

From junior high school graduation to society, I have been walking in the gap of life time. No matter when I am a migrant worker on the streets of Leiyang or when I am busy after work, I always try my best to squeeze out more spare time to read and write. In recent years, I like to take advantage of weekends or evenings, with about three or five friends walking in parks, squares and suburban forests, talking and laughing at home, astronomy and geography, current affairs at home and abroad, and walking slowly. Although it is not as romantic as a couple walking in the street, it is also refreshing. The community I live in is not far from my unit, only three or four miles away. Although I have a motorcycle, I seldom ride it. I am used to walking and don't take a car. Just 20 minutes' journey is enough for me to think about many problems and observe many people and things. More importantly, the thin body has also been exercised during the interval of walking.

Nothing is more desirable than making time to travel far away. Over the years, I have to go to many places every year. My hometown is far away for me. Mountains and rivers in the distance are all happy elements that fill the gap in time and are the source of happiness. Life is too short, we have no reason not to cherish every inch of time, don't let those vulgar things dirty the gap of time, and don't let precious time slip away from the gap. In fact, childhood is the biggest time gap in life. At that time, I was ignorant, carefree, playful and full of innocent fun and interest. I don't study hard enough to be filial to my parents. It was not until I grew up that I suddenly realized how much precious time I wasted from this gap. I began to pay attention to it and try to make up for the regrets of the past. The problem is, there are some regrets, and it is not as good as it was then. After all, it's too late to mend. Life is full of struggle and helplessness.

I am about to enter middle age, and now it is more fun than night. When others are addicted to poker tables or dance halls, I will hide in the gap of time alone, make friends with books and computers, read quietly, surf the Internet comfortably and write happily. Some good essays, some good newspapers, some good web pages, I always toss and turn, and then make a cup of light tea to savor ... or, I simply do nothing, quietly lie in bed and recall the past time, the past years, the people and things I have experienced. Even if it is fragmented, it still makes me understand a lot of truth about being a man and doing things. Perhaps, I was born a fish, a happy and lonely fish, wandering in the gap of the long river of time, never-ending walking.

Walking, walking, walking in the gap of time, watching bloom in spring, listening to cicadas in summer, watching Ye Fei in autumn and enjoying the snow in winter. Walking, walking and climbing the mountain make life wonderful, enrich experience and make life more perfect.

The first composition 3 seems to be a lot of bitterness and bitterness. Being with you seems to be a lot of sweetness and happiness. You are my most beautiful scar. -inscription

I hesitated before that pet shop. Watching passers-by walk past you without hesitation, I told myself that you are just a little older, and a dog can't judge a book by its cover.

I tiptoed past you trembling, but just as I was trying to escape, a stone hit your lying toe. I'm scared. I see a trace of anger in your eyes. We all jumped up, and I stared at you dumbfounded. You yell at the boy who plays a prank behind you, but wag your tail at me as if you were grinning. It suddenly dawned on me that it was like a dream, or a miracle. I walked up to you and patted you on the neck. "I have work to do. I will come to see you when I come back. " I picked a jasmine flower, put it next to your white paw, and blew you a kiss from a distance.

Ten days later, when I tried my best to buy you and take you home, you seemed very happy? What's your name? By the way, call it Molly.

I let you walk freely in my room, do somersaults happily in my bed, and eat biscuits by the bed, so I am as sad as a fool in every corner now.

I always think you are a big fool, and my brother will always hold your paw and light your wet nose and add "stupefied guy". You smell my cloth shoes foolishly and chew them gently; You put my socks on your head; You also used my classmate's first birthday crystal ball as a wool ball to roll around. ...

You left foolishly.

Don't you love me? I sat by the window and looked at the rest of your cookies. Aren't they delicious?

I went to the door of that pet shop again. It's empty. You didn't even leave a hair. You walked very clean. I sigh, lock your memory and cherish it.

The first day time composition article 4 time.

This is a very sad word.

Time flies, never to return.

Time flies, and those who are deeply remembered have passed away.

One by one, one by one.

This article is in memory of my grandmother.

Grandma, are you okay in heaven?

I was a naughty little girl when I was a child.

It is common to get dirty and scratch clothes at school.

Whenever clothes are torn, grandma will sew them with needle and thread, which is very careful.

Grandma said that wearing a skirt should not be damaged, or others will laugh at it.

So are people.

But now my heart is broken, grandma, why don't you sew it for me?

When I was a child, my hair was knee-length.

But helpless, my hair is thick and curly naturally.

So combing my hair is my biggest worry.

Once my parents asked me to cut my hair, but I refused, crying to keep my hair.

Grandma smiled and told mom and dad not to cut my hair. She will comb it.

Since then, my hair has been in grandma's charge.

She gently combed my hair with calloused hands, so kind and gentle.

But after grandma died, no one combed my hair, and I was too lazy to take care of it.

My parents asked me to cut my hair, and I nodded quietly, okay.

My heart ached when my long hair fell to the ground.

That's my memory with grandma.

I picked up my hair and put it in the deepest part of my wardrobe.

I said, nobody moves. My hair belongs only to me and grandma.

Grandma, grandma, will you come back and comb my hair again?

When I was a child, I liked watching snow best.

The flying snowflakes are so beautiful.

Like a fairyland on earth.

Grandma likes snow, too She said it was quiet and peaceful here.

Is the most beautiful angel in the world.

So when it snows, grandma and I often go out to enjoy the snow.

Even the last day has not changed.

Grandma, it also snowed this winter. Did you get a look at him?

It's really lonely to enjoy the snow alone.

I remember the day grandma left.

She called me over and said to me, "I don't want you to be rich, famous and make money all your life." I only hope that you will be safe and happy all your life. " "

I cried, tears streaming down my face.

Grandma smiled, raised her old, scrawny hand and wiped away my tears.

Don't cry, you have to be happy all your life.

You are grandma's little angel.

Grandma put the jade bracelet she had worn all her life on my hand.

Grandma will always be with you, in the sky.

Grandma, she fell asleep so quietly and peacefully.

Fall asleep in front of me.

I still have a smile on my lips.

Beautiful, like snow.

So peaceful and serene.

Fell asleep forever.

The person who knows me best is gone.

The person who loves me the most is gone.

I lost one of the most important people in my life.

Time, time.

I don't lament that time is cruel, I just lament that time is too short.

Grandma, did you have a good time in heaven? Is there snow there?

Your little angel, she will always be here.

This is the little angel's promise to you here.

It won't change.

The little angel will always be with you.

Time has taken away youth, innocence and many things, leaving only three things: maturity, loneliness and memories.

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I don't know when it started, and I gradually understood that the original disgust was only the disappointment later. After three years of junior high school, one-third passed in an instant, and I learned to cherish it. I know that three years is short and life is long, and the footprints I have traveled will only become part of my memories.

Cherish our time together, because once we are separated, we will have to wait a long time to meet again, or maybe never see each other again. It turns out that I am really not a heartless person, and those parting memories suddenly appear in my mind like a movie one day. Tears, silently across the face, the original days together many years ago, is the beauty in my memory.

When I am crazy, I usually look for graduation photo. The more I watch, the more tears I shed. It turned out that what I lost was not a graduation photo, but all the wonderful memories of my childhood. The time together is wonderful, and I enjoy every minute together. I told myself that no matter how embarrassed or sad I was, I would smile. Even if you make me laugh sometimes, I still enjoy it. Invisible, I understand: you left a scar in my youth, hurting my healed wounds again and again, even if I was insulted and bullied again and again, I endured it. You exercised me and made me unshakable today. You trampled on my dignity and shattered my dream. I gritted my teeth and tried to make up for them.

Thank you for teaching me how to be born again when I was young, for making me arrogant now, and for making me stronger.

You let me grow up, and time has witnessed my transformation from the past to the present. I cherish my time with you. You won't let others insult me and bully me. Because of you, I have grown up.

Looking back, I found that I learned nostalgia. Time, please slow down a little, because I don't want to be separated from my classmates. Please let the remaining two years be longer, because I hope to see my classmates again.

Hongyan flies in the sky, and fish Long Qian jumps in the water. The past time flashed like a magic light, but let us know that we died in the past and died in the quiet time of the past.

The sixth composition in junior high school has a strong charm in the countryside. With the rumble of cranes changing little by little, the best time in the countryside has been quietly submerged by new memories.

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It was a hot summer vacation, and the willow leaves were curled by the scorching sun. The accumulated water left last night was wiped out by the sun, and the land was cracked by the scorching sun. My friends and I moved step by step on the way home, and the hot sunshine had already consumed our last energy. We walked home like walking dead.

The sun is getting more and more poisonous, and we are getting more and more tired. We are too tired to breathe. It seems that we are carrying thousands of kilograms of iron and bending down bit by bit.

On the hillside, I immediately fell on the slightly wet grass slope and enjoyed the last coolness brought by nature. There is still a long rugged mountain road ahead, but we are exhausted. The only way now is to cut corners.

But god seems to be against us, and the shortcut bridge collapsed. There are only two roads now: one is a long walk, but that road is paved with gravel. The second way is to jump over, but the ditch is two meters wide, so we may not be able to jump over. There are countless rubbish in the ditch, and the smell is very strong.

The sky is not beautiful, and the sun is getting more and more poisonous. I don't care so much now, I can only jump over. I tried my best to run to the jumping point. Muscle cells used up their last strength, and I successfully jumped over. My friends also jumped over the gutter with me, and we did it.

Now, this ditch has been filled with silt. That experience was gradually forgotten. But that time, I learned to be strong and know that anything is possible. God seems to close a door, but opens a window. The memory of the countryside has become the most unforgettable and beautiful time in my heart.

Day after day, year after year, time flies. Silently remember Mr. Lu Xun's "Hurry"

"I don't know how many days they gave me; But my hands are getting empty. Counting silently, more than 8 thousand days slipped away from me quietly; Like a drop of water on the tip of a needle in the sea, my days are dripping in the stream of time, without sound or shadow. I can't help but burst into tears. " I silently in the corner, sad tears, I don't know how long time can stay for me. A trace? A dime? I don't know, just decadent, frivolous and in tears. Those distant times, up to now, have passed in a blink of an eye, and they disappeared without a trace before I came to my senses. I prayed to find it in my dream, and I came to the end, farther and farther ... where? Where is it? I panicked. I'm lost. I am in this lonely place. A touch of faint color fell at the end of the sky and clouds. During my wandering, I didn't see a trace of time. I tried to touch it, but it disappeared, dispersed and everything was calm again. ...

I woke up from my dream, and I was so scared. Time waits for no one, how can I spare others? I feel horrible. I'm afraid my parents will leave me. People get old easily, but time is fragile. I feel more and more secure. Even if you give me a second, a minute, I am eager. Parental love is priceless. I try to cherish it. It is as beautiful as time goes by and as golden as jade. I don't think even a millionaire can afford it …

Time has taken away our youth and vitality. Sometimes, I hate you ... and suddenly I miss my childhood life. Although I don't have much, I don't feel anything missing. Ten years ago, I never thought I would worry about my studies, work, interpersonal relationships and so on. It's different now. It is not enough to have too much. Happiness is not as simple as it used to be. There are endless things and messy plans. I'm tired and scared now. I don't know what's wrong ... I think I should be rational. ...

Time flies, and a year has passed in an instant.

I still remember that summer a year ago, it was very hot, and the air was full of busyness and laughter, as well as nostalgia and reluctance. A year ago, we were so naive and happy that we seemed to have endless expectations and longings for the future.

And a year later, we gradually grew up, matured, experienced separation and failure, and finally survived this "competition." Become stronger and more sensible, but also farther and farther away from yourself a year ago.

In this year, we have a new circle of friends and new classmates. Who can still remember what I said to myself a year ago: be friends forever? That guy?

Time flies, time flies, maybe we have all changed, it is so strange and uncomfortable to meet again after one year. We seem to be getting farther and farther away. . . Watching you leave, I forgot to say hello. Now we are not the naive children we were. We are all wearing a coat called "semi-adult" and a mask called "cold", but who can hear our inner call: freedom, freedom?

Look up at the sky, it's still so hot. Compared with last year, there seems to be no difference, except that there are fewer laughter and fewer people around. A year ago, all kinds of things appeared in front of my eyes, but they vanished like a gust of wind. I must reach out and catch the sky again, but I can't catch anything. Just like some people always want to seize the time, but they can only watch the time pass in their own hands and can do nothing.

I bowed my head and smiled foolishly, but there were more tears in my eyes when I looked up.

Junior high school once composition 9 wedge

"The queen, my heart has left you. Do you have the heart to kick me out? " "ah! What do you mean, I'm kicking you out? Obviously, you swept my heart out of the door, your majesty! " "Is there anything else? Hey, pretending to be ignorant is not your business! Really? Mm-hmm. Zhen Fei, your child is not yours ... Don't you believe me? Believe it. That's great! ! ""Well, my queen. "

Text: The first chapter.

In an unknown world, there is a dynasty that has not been recorded in history, and those lucky enough to cross it are called-the lucky ones of God.

Mu Rongxiaoxiao is one of them. The mysterious woman patted her hand with a smile.

It's too late, people in Tianhao Company dare not offend! Xiaoxiao hurried from home to the company, but she didn't know that a bigger plot was waiting for her. "Lord, the girl you want is her." "Well, I'm going to the basement." A deep male voice came from the office of president Tianhao, revealing a trace of ambiguity.

Right here. I don't feel so good. Forget it, let's ask the girl at the front desk. "Well, where is the president's office?" She gave me a contemptuous look and said, "What are you doing in the president's office?" "I ..." Xiaoxiao was about to open his mouth to explain, but was interrupted by a phone call at this time. "Wait a minute." "hello? This is Tianzhu Company. " I don't know what was said on the other end of the phone, so the front desk smiled apologetically and said, "Sister Murong, I don't know. Please don't forgive me. " "Oh, all right. What can I do for you? " "No, the president's office is on14th floor, room 1403. Don't go to 13 floor. " "Well, thank you!" Then he followed in the footsteps of a lady and walked away.

Why don't people step on the 13 floor? This problem has always existed in Mu Rongxiaoxiao's mind.

That's it. Xiaoxiao patted the door. "Is anyone there? I am here to recruit Mu Rongxiaoxiao. " "Come on in." This man's voice is too magnetic. "Hello." "Hello, President." He frowned slightly and said, call me Hao. "aye? What did you say, President? "

I said, "Call me Hao!" Hey! ! ! ! ! !

Youth is a naughty child. He is at a loss, rebellious, bitter, bright and lovely. Walking at the crossroads of life, watching time slip away in a hurry, I no longer wander.

The budding youth is at a loss, rebellious and more idle.

I listened to Laoying's explanation with boredom. Old Ying's spit hit every nerve like a bullet, and I was very painful. Alas, life is so miserable! I always feel that old English is like an old nun in "Eternal Dragon Slayer", old and stubborn. My English is like budding in a stuffy gourd, lifeless. Looking back at my deskmate, I was holding a novel by Jing M. Guo and eating it. I shed a tear or two when I was moved. I don't like that faint feeling, which makes people sick, groan and lament the hesitation and confusion of youth.

The vacant youth has faded, and I began to love youth and the little traces left by life.

Senior one, with poor grades, was assigned to ordinary classes. People around you are always circling around "good students" and don't want to get close to "bad students". Maybe everything you do is boring to others when they don't recognize you. They don't care if you are right or wrong, they have labeled you as "bad". The head teacher told me to go out and talk, reminding me not to look out of the window, but to keep looking at the blackboard. I read his eyes: "Before the college entrance examination, grades are everything, and all the pain of being blank and lonely can't compare with the scores on the test paper." He looked down on me.

Then, a person calms down to study, read books and do problems, repeating them every day, just like a fan hanging on the roof, staying in the spring without wind forever. At this time, I fell in love with Jack London's love life. Maybe this is my direction. During the model test, the miracle of being the first in my class appeared on me, and everyone's amazing eyes were suffocating. Maybe they didn't expect me to have such amazing achievements as an uneducated person. But at this time, I found the value of youth, I found the direction, and I was no longer confused.

My youth is no longer monotonous, and my youth bid farewell to those doubts and doubts with firm vows!

I don't waste my time in senior three, and time is especially precious to me. Only then did I find that more than half of my youth had passed. Fortunately, I am at a loss, and that kind of unruly no longer exists. Now, my youth has left me with full confidence. The college entrance examination is coming. In the countdown time, I have worked hard and lived a full life. Perhaps it is experience that makes us realize the value of time. It's time to work hard for your future, and it's time to cherish the little youth left now.

Youth, she once let us make public and rebel.

Youth, she makes me energetic and beautiful.

Youth, she let me know the value of time.

Youth, she let us dream of running all the way with persistence, even if the wind and waves are heavy, we still sing aloud!