Fantasy composition for the third grade of junior high school

In daily study, work, and life, many people have written essays. The essay must focus on the theme and make in-depth explanations around the same theme. Avoid rambling, the theme is scattered or even irrelevant. theme. Still at a loss for composition? The following are 8 reverie compositions for the third grade of junior high school that I compiled for you. They are for reference only. I hope they can help you. Daydream Composition for the Third Grade of Junior High School Part 1

In this similar late night, are you also quietly regretting and sentimental?

————Inscription

All memories are like snow.

When I walked under the dim moonlight, I didn’t feel warm, but cold. Just like when I saw you for the first time, the coldness coming from the bones, and the eyes of quiet contemplation, seemed to be able to suck people in. So, one glance lasts for thousands of years.

You are always alone. I have never seen you so lonely. Maybe it’s because you have good grades and are very beautiful, so you suffer a lot of jealousy. Maybe it’s because your cold eyes freeze people to death, or maybe it’s because you always push people away. , and it’s not allowed to get close. Also, who is willing to "stick to a cold bench"?

However, as someone who likes to be close, I approached you and even asked the teacher to sit with you. But my warm sunshine cannot penetrate your heart that is tightly wrapped by the lonely vine.

Perhaps the girls in our class couldn't stand it anymore, so they threw your books everywhere, threw your schoolbag on the ground, and stepped on it a few times. The girl who took the lead looked at you arrogantly, but you didn't say a word, but your face was slightly pale, and you bit your lip forbearingly, picking up the stories one by one. I finally couldn't stand it anymore, so I protected you and argued with that girl. The girl said, "Why are you helping her? She usually ignores you!" She also sneered. I replied: "That's much better than you. It's not like you always bully others." After that, I took you and left. You didn't look at me very happily. You just popped out two "thank you" from your mouth without even raising your head and left. I stayed where I was. From now on, you never spoke like before. Even though you just said "hmm" to me twice, I felt very happy. Although they are not too close, they are not far apart either.

From now on, we walk together. I saw your stepmother's "baring teeth" towards you, the hatred in your eyes and the veins popping out of your arms. I tried hard to hold your hand to give you strength, but you always entered the house without saying a word. I can only be stunned.

Later, you suddenly dropped out of school. No one knew where you went. It seemed that no one except me cared about you. The old house you lived in was also vacated.

In the dark night, I leaned under the tall tree and looked at the round moon.

I walked in the moonlight in despair, and the moonlight was so much like your cold eyes. How do you remember me, with a smile or silence, the moon quietly covers the earth. Daydream Composition for the Third Grade of Junior High School Part 2

The brilliance is overwhelming, but I am helpless. ——Inscription

I like to look at the sky and daydream, I like to lie on the grass and listen to the sounds of nature, I like to look through the years that I have written word by word with my hands after tea and dinner, I like...

Whenever night comes, I will have a leisurely moment - go to the window to watch the beautiful night view.

I would lie by the window, thinking about myself, like a lazy kitten, letting the lazy feeling spread from my mind bit by bit until my heart also changed. Got to be soft.

I often fantasize under such a night sky, fantasy...

The bag of years is filled with many memories and unknown reveries from the past, present and future.

Because of fantasy, I have done and achieved many things that I dare not do or have no chance to do. Because of fantasy, I just rely on a dream to fight, struggle, work hard, and create miracles. . Because I believe that as long as I work hard, I will have no regrets in life, even if I am bruised and bruised, I will have nothing to fear.

The road to growth is full of thorns and vicissitudes. Many difficulties must be overcome by ourselves. Success and victory cannot be achieved at the touch of a button, but through our struggle we will reach its end. Life cannot be smooth sailing. Only when you have experienced pain and difficulty can you truly feel the rainbow that emerges after rain and clear skies.

On the road of life, because someone holds up the lamp in their hands for us, it illuminates our way forward. However, even if someone protects us from wind and rain, it still requires our own efforts to reach the other side of success. arrival.

There is no gain without effort. Only by giving can you get the rewards you deserve.

So, every day, I will be by the window, looking at the stars wrapped in dark gauze in the sky, imagining what I will look like in the future, and what will I become?

Then, I entered the world of fantasy again...

I thought: If I could not live in this world of learning and not always look at the boring equations in my mind, but live in the animal kingdom and play with small animals every day, what would happen? How great; I think, I will be a designer in the future, to design unique villas, magnificent high-rise buildings, fashionable clothes...

I don’t have to worry about the hustle and bustle outside, but always In the joy of design, take a rest when you are tired, go shopping when you are bored, chat with friends...

I think...

I think so much that the cool breeze It blew across my face, but it took me a long time to realize...

Postscript

The maple leaf is not the most beautiful, but it has its own personality. In this golden season, it quietly changes It turned red and danced like a beautiful butterfly. It does not want to compete with the beautiful flowers because it hopes to win people's love and become the most beautiful scenery in people's hearts. Daydream Composition for the Third Grade of Junior High School Part 3

The phone has only the last battery left.

During this day, I have been waiting for the dusk to come soon. For no other reason than to continue my night, my black and boundless dream.

What happened to me today? I looked up at the sunshine that had not been seen for many days. It looked so dazzling that my eyes were blurred by it. I couldn’t say I hated it, but I didn’t like this rare sunny day at all. The sad and lonely days are always so long———— I'm not in the mood to read, and I can't calm down enough to do my homework. I wanted to take a walk outside, but I was alone at this time. Looking at the passers-by, most of them were filled with joy and happiness on their faces. o（︶︿︶）oOh, why did I forget, what time is it now? It's a season of reunion.

Everyone has their own helplessness, and there are always excuses to avoid sadness. There are many people who can't express their sorrow, so what kind of sympathy do I want to get by complaining like this.

Look at the text messages I received on my phone yesterday. They are all words of blessing. I couldn't help but scroll down page after page. The words change, the date passes, and the time is not certain. I am thinking, is yesterday really far away from today? Even if it is in the past, can I really feel the happiness I had in the past again from the memories?

Who said "young people don't know what it's like to be sad"?

Don’t worry about the lack of bread for breakfast tomorrow, don’t worry about having to wear tattered clothes with holes tomorrow, don’t worry about accomplishing nothing today – are these just the “no worries”? I really want to argue with this. Adults always think that their lives are bound to suffer more or less, but what about us? In such a rapidly developing society, we strive to become a better new generation of successors. In addition to studying, many parents may really think that we are not worried about anything, but this view is really one-sided for us.

I remember that I once argued with my dad about this topic. I think that even if we are ordinary students, the scope of our life and activities is not just a small school. In the same way, we must Try to communicate with different people and try to solve things that we think we can solve by ourselves. We don’t want to “never grow up in the eyes of adults.” We really need to always have the wings of adults to protect ourselves. Of course, the all-round development of "morality, intelligence, physical beauty" is our desire.

Don’t forget, adults, sometimes we are afraid of growing up; don’t forget, sometimes we also need comfort;

Don’t forget, sometimes we also want to Let me tell you about our loneliness; don’t forget, sometimes we pretend to be willful; don’t forget, sometimes we are really well-behaved.

Tick-tock, tick-tock - the time that will not stop, passes by one second, one second, one second. The dusk I am looking forward to, will you come yet? The next thing I look forward to is that maybe it won’t be dusk anymore, because that picture of “sunset in the west” will make me sad again and reluctant to throw away this “light of hope”.

The battery is low and the phone automatically shuts down. Reverie Composition for the Third Grade of Junior High School Part 4

The evening breeze blew gently, blowing Ye Xiaoyan's hair. The stench in the air covered up the little scent of osmanthus. Ye Xiaoyan stood on the stone bridge, stopped thinking, leaned down and looked at the smelly river water, and then looked up at the few stars that gave off faint light in the sky. Ye Xiaoyan sighed heavily, recalling what this now deserted town should have been like.

At that time, the sky was still blue, the grass was still green, the water was still clear, and there were many trees. Stars, more. After finishing their meal, the neighbors would take a stool and sit under the big sweet-scented osmanthus tree, blowing their fans as they chatted about common things. The neighborhood was happy and harmonious.

And now? Ye Xiaoyan asked himself this. She walked aimlessly on the deserted stone road, feeling a burst of sadness in her heart. The hotel sign in the distance flickered, like a confused star in the night sky - a star that was separated from its companions. Ye Xiaoyan paused, then stepped up his pace towards the hotel. The night is already deep.

Ye Xiaoyan lay on the window sill of the hotel, looking at the stars that were far away in the sky, but seemed to be within reach. What is it? What exactly is it? What is she constantly searching in her mind? She recalled taking a newspaper on board a long bus ride. right! That's the newspaper! Fragmented memories filled her mind. On the second page of the newspaper, several large black and white words were clearly visible - the Environmental Protection Bureau was fully investigating the incident of random sewage discharge. Ye Xiaoyan frantically picked up the bag on the bed, opened the zipper, pulled out the crumpled newspaper, smoothed it carefully, turned to the second page, and read the news carefully. At the end, she did see the reporting website. Ye Xiaoyan immediately turned on the computer she carried with her, connected to wifi, entered the website address, and the page immediately popped up. She read the page carefully, and finally carefully typed out the name of the factory word by word in the report.

Ye Xiaoyan gritted his teeth when he mentioned that chemical plant, it was that chemical plant! That chemical plant discharges sewage into the river and toxic gases into the sky all day long. Her lovely hometown was riddled with holes by the nasty aphids from the chemical plant! Ye Xiaoyan gritted his teeth and wanted to swallow up the chemical factory. Suddenly, a beep interrupted her thoughts. The webpage responded. The staff of the Environmental Protection Bureau asked her to enter her detailed address and leave her contact information. They would check it in a few days. yeah! Success! Ye Xiaoyan cheered in his heart and quickly entered the address and left his phone number. After doing this, Ye Xiaoyan smiled. The smile spread across his face and he couldn't hold it back. She was shocked. This was the first time she laughed when she returned to her hometown during the summer vacation! But she didn't stop her smile, instead she smiled even brighter, and she fell asleep with this sunny smile. That night, Ye Xiaoyan had a good dream. She dreamed that people from the Environmental Protection Bureau came, the factory was investigated and punished, and her lovely hometown returned to its original appearance with the joint efforts of everyone.

Turning around, he resolutely walked towards grandpa's ward.

The girl’s background is getting smaller and smaller, but her heart is getting stronger and stronger. She firmly believed that next summer vacation, she would definitely take her grandpa to see the real home with a sky full of stars that grandpa talked about. And her reverie will definitely come true! Daydream Composition for the Third Grade of Junior High School Part 5

That night, I stood by the bonfire, looking at the unique moon and the starry sky dotted with stars, and my thoughts gradually dispersed.

I seem to see a successful me twelve years later.

She sat on the office chair in her office and carefully looked at the documents on the desk in front of her, and then looked at the emails on the computer. A black water-based pen was held steady in her hand. And spinning quickly. She pressed an intercom phone, and soon a young female secretary came to her. She picked up a document and handed it to her, talking with her.

I couldn’t hear clearly what she was talking to her secretary, but I could clearly see her smiling.

I seem to see an ordinary and hard-working me twelve years later.

She was sitting in her own office chair in an office with many people. There were several documents spread out on the desk, but she was not in the mood to read them. Her brows were slightly furrowed, she was worrying and planning carefully for her life. When colleagues talked to her, she responded without a word. Suddenly, she jumped up, sat up straight, and said, "I have to work harder and harder, and I can't live in such a negative way anymore." Then, she lowered her head and looked at the documents in front of her seriously.

I couldn’t hear clearly the contents of the document she was mumbling, but I could clearly see her serious expression.

I seem to see a failed me twelve years later.

She held a newspaper in her hand, looked at the company's recruitment, and carefully thought about which ones were suitable and which ones she couldn't do. She marked them one by one with a red pen. At noon, she found a shabby noodle shop and went in to order a bowl of beef noodle soup. For some reason, the beef noodles became more and more salty. When she raised her head, she found that her face was full of tears. It turned out that it was because her tears fell into the beef noodles. In the afternoon, she ran around the streets with newspapers and submitted resumes to many different types of companies. She sat on a stone and thought: I just want to find a simple job, why is it so difficult?

I couldn’t hear clearly what she was saying about the recruitment, but I could clearly see that she was crying.

When my thoughts returned to reality, I still looked at the starry sky. I knew that one of them would be the real me, but no matter what the conditions, they were working hard to make themselves better. This makes me feel a strong push in my heart to become the best version of myself. Fantasy composition for the third grade of junior high school, Part 6

The vast starry sky is vast and boundless. It looks like a fairy inlaid it with skillful hands, shining brightly. A Milky Way stretched across the sky, eventually converging into a point and disappearing into the endless darkness. The moon sits quietly at one end of the Milky Way, as if guiding, as if waiting...

Starry sky

At that time, you often said: "The direction of the moon, It’s the direction to go home. As long as you follow the moon, you will definitely get home.” I often contradicted him: “No! The book says that the North Star points to the north. As long as you follow it...it’s wrong to follow the North Star anyway!” "You always smile, look into the distance with your deep eyes, and gently hold the tips of my hair with your hands.

You are still nagging like this, I just don’t believe it. Once, just like that, I got angry and left. The starry sky is dotted with stars, like pearls on a cassock, shining brightly. I paddled briskly, walking on the land illuminated by the starry sky, playing childish music from my mouth. I seemed to be rafting on the Milky Way, drifting along the galaxy into the distance, and gradually forgot about God. When I stopped and looked around. As soon as Yipai was trying to make a living, he suddenly became weak and sat on the ground. The music was replaced by crying, and two teardrops streaked across the cheeks, twinkling in the dim light. In the distance, there were several calls from some geese returning south, which circled and echoed in the sky above the gap.

I cried harder, tears filled my eyes, things became blurry, and a dark shadow loomed in the blur, gradually getting bigger. I wiped away the tears and caught the shadow in the blur. I was lifted high, and the blurred black shadow turned into you. You put me down and pointed into the distance with your finger. My eyes followed your finger to the distance, to the moon that guided us home. The moon sits quietly at one end of the Milky Way, guiding me in the direction of home. Just follow the moon! , and led me back home.

In the starry sky, the stars pave the way for me. The moon and you guide me at the end and guide the way home.

　The night sky was sparse with stars.

After that, I left that city and had fewer opportunities to go back. Once upon a time, I left everything behind and came back to see you. But when I got home, the first thing I heard was - you are lost! I turned around and rushed out of the house, screaming loudly on the deserted street. My voice kept wandering in the open space, but it could never reach the distance.

The starry sky feast many years ago has long since dispersed, and only a few people are still cleaning the venue. The Milky Way across the venue has become fragmented. I hid in a familiar yet unfamiliar place and let my tears flow freely. You walked out of the darkness, weakly grabbed my hand, pointed to the distance, pointed to the moon that was still waiting quietly at the venue, babbling and saying some words, in your heart, the warmth of that night echoed in the empty body. , the long-depleted soul flows through the body again. I replied: "The direction of the moon is the direction of going home. I led you who was unconscious and followed the direction of the moon back home just like that night.

The starry sky is dotted with stars. No, you can hold my hand and guide me home.

Starless Night

I haven’t gone back to see you for a long, long time. This time, when I saw you for the last time, you were already silent. Lying quietly among the flowers, I closed my eyes and thought about recalling that night...

In the end of that banquet, only the moon was left alone by the dry Milky Way, waiting, and I set foot on that river. As the moon walked home, I daydreamed about it under the starless night sky. The stars had already left with you. The moon was waiting for me alone in that corner, just like you, waiting for me and guiding me. Take me home.

In the empty night sky, you still hold me to the distance.

The starry sky is no longer as brilliant as it used to be, and what remains is only the darkness of nothingness, full of darkness. The sky. I am quietly daydreaming, on that side of the Milky Way that has long been indifferent, you are holding my hand and walking into the distance. 7

It’s the third year of junior high school

Unknowingly, I have spent three years in this familiar and dull school.

Walking alone on campus, I unconsciously remembered the past three years. , every one of them is unforgettable.

First year of junior high school

When I first entered junior high school, I still knew how to play all day long, but who knew there were children in the class. Spy, "sent" a series of crimes such as talking in class, reading novels, etc. to the class teacher. Mother, I was in a terrible state. The old class teacher gave me and my deskmate a severe punishment. (This little spy, If you let this lady find out, you will be beaten to death.) This lady has been sad all morning!

The second grade of junior high school

This class has changed. My old classmate, I didn’t like him the first day I came here. As expected, my old classmate didn’t give me any face on the first day. Just because I finished my homework and handed it in early, he even said that I wasn’t serious (how can there be any truth in the world? ). From then on, I would hide away when I saw him (not moving at all). When he saw me, he said that I was wrong.

The third grade of junior high school

The old class in the third grade of junior high school is pretty good (it’s the mother of one of my classmates), but after entering the third grade of junior high school, the learning tasks are heavier, and the teacher often has some academic problems. Criticize me. I got first place in the first exam, but I fell to seventh place in the second exam. My boss gave me a hard slap.

I’m about to get a bad grade! I don’t know what the outcome will be after I pass the high school entrance examination.

Daydream Composition for the Third Grade of Junior High School Chapter 8

I was lying on the endless grassland, looking at the twinkling stars in the sky, imagining and thinking, and the dream started...

I dreamed of a man, 1.8 meters tall, wearing a very formal suit, which made people imagine taking a second look. Why did I dream that I saw such a person one day? But when I took a closer look. oh! I understood, it turned out to be me, my future self, and I entered the future world!

When I followed "my" footsteps, I went to my future home and saw my future parents. I couldn't help but think of my parents. When "I" came back, his parents Just come over and bring a cup of hot water for him to drink, and let his parents drink it. From here, I still have to use the sentence of the wanderer: "The thread in the hands of the loving mother, the clothes on the body of the wanderer." I saw a filial piety from "I" good son.

　"I" then went to work, because I worked hard and accomplished in school, so I was assigned a good job. He is also meticulous in his work. I saw a motivated employee.

Later, I thought about my parents. They worked hard to earn money, all for me, but I didn’t appreciate it. In fact, they were all doing it for my own good.

Here, I thought of another thing. When I was very young, my mother and I went to play somewhere else, but when we were shopping, I found that I had brought a piece of fake money. At this time, I said: "Let's go, I won't buy it." However, my mother insisted on buying something to try her luck, so I let her go. However, many experienced people saw that it was money. But there was a young man who didn't recognize it. However, I finally couldn't stand it anymore. I grabbed the money, put down the things I bought, and left with my mother. But my mother kept talking, but I felt that my What you do is correct, responsible, and responsible.

Another time, when it was time for the corn harvest, my parents were busy harvesting the corn and were overwhelmed by the housework at home, so I helped them collect and organize it. I first disposed of the garbage on the table, then swept and mopped the floor. While doing this, I was also responsible for boiling water and keeping the house clean and spotless.

After her parents came back after a while, they said in surprise: "Who mopped the floor so brightly?"

She said to me happily. This should be me doing. I said sincerely: "This is what I should do. Just like you work in the fields to support me, I should also contribute to the family. This is my duty and filial piety!" I should also take responsibility! You guys, let me share some things for you.

Then, I heard the rumble of thunder in my ears, and light raindrops patted on my face. I opened my eyes, and it turned out that the weather had changed and it was going to rain. I hurried When I got home, my parents brought me a glass of water and asked me to drink it. I didn't drink it, but asked my parents to drink it.

The ancients said: "Filial piety comes first among all good deeds." Yes, we must learn to take responsibility and be a responsible person.