Essay in the second year of junior high school Fortunately, Li Bai, fortunately, you essay

In our ordinary daily life, we have all written essays, which can be divided into primary school essays, middle school essays, and college essays (**). So the question is, how do you write a good essay? The following is my compilation of essays that are fortunate to have you, I hope it can help you.

Time passes, the annual rings of the trees are constantly rotating, the hands of the clock are drawn according to the original footsteps, and the blink in front of you has become the past. From the immature years of primary school to the golden years of junior high school, we have always been each other's mentors and friends.

When I was in junior high school, I often felt lost because there were no former classmates in my class, but I was careful'You found out and offered to walk with me every day after school. Every time I walk out of the campus with you, I tell each other about the ups and downs of my class, and the strange things. The mood will be much better.

Maybe you've forgotten, but I'll always remember that winter evening, when it was dark early, and I forgot to tell you on duty. By the end of my duty, it was completely dark, and the whole night sky was no longer as beautiful as it used to be, and the darkness swallowed up the night sky, and it was a little more desolate. I thought to myself that on such a dark day, you must have left, and I am going to walk out of this empty campus by myself again.

But when I walked downstairs, I found that you were still there, waiting for me in the same way and in the same posture as before, without the slightest accusation, and my nose suddenly became sore, and my heart rippled with a different kind of warmth. On the way, I didn't feel cold, nor did I feel dark, because you illuminated the night as bright as the day, making me feel the warmth of spring in the cold and biting winter. Thanks to you, I'm not alone.

After I went to junior high school, my grades were always the focus of attention, some people were far ahead, some people were far behind, and among those who failed, I was also included. That day, I cried for a long time, as if to release the stress and anxiety of these days, you came over with a sedan chair, asked the reason, hugged me, and whispered in my ear: "It's okay, you still have me."

After finishing the words, it seemed that a warm current was blowing in my heart, making me feel that my heart was full of holes and cold and hard, as if it was being warmed by this warm word. The back that was still tight gradually relaxed. You tell me in simple language that no matter what situation I get into, you will always be with me.

Then, I smiled, sour, but also strong. When I was most lonely and helpless, I was not timid with you.

Every comfort has sincere emotions, every companionship has the most real warmth, thank you for giving me every encouragement and help, on the way to growth, fortunately there are you - closed cautious - my dear friend.

On the table is a delicate desk calendar, with several dates painted in red circles, recording the bits and pieces of my relationship with you.

September 1st is the first time I have seen you. I have just started school, and I have the nostalgia for leaving the teacher and all kinds of speculation about the new teacher; Is it male or female? Isn't it fierce?

All the questions were answered the moment you entered: you walked into the classroom dressed in the golden yellow of the sun, your black hair was more dazzling in the reflection of the sun, a red glasses on the bridge of your nose, a smile on your face, and you talked to us a lot, leaving a kind impression on me and making me look forward to more.

September 2nd was the first lesson you gave me. I am a student who is afraid of language, and I often lag behind in my overall grades because of language, and my confidence in language interest is also lost little by little. But your first class appealed to me.

Your detailed explanations have given me more understanding of the text, and I have gradually gained some clues about the various problems faced with homework. In the Chinese class, you made us laugh with humorous and witty language, and made us feel more deeply in connection with life.

Turning the pages of the calendar, my interest in language is getting stronger and stronger, my grades are also improving, and my admiration for you is increasing day by day.

April 8th. The first class was originally a Chinese class, expecting the familiar figure to appear at the door. But the head teacher gave us a reply to change classes.

I just went through the monthly exam, and I was a little irritated by the failure in the essay, and I was a little surprised by the sudden change of class. In the afternoon, anxiously waiting, you showed up, but walked with a limp - it turned out that you had your nail pulled out due to paronychia. Looking at the thin figure on the podium, he endured the pain and taught us a lesson.

I was deeply shaken, and a touch passed through my heart, gently knocking on my heart. What does that feel like? Warm and delicate, this is not called "moving substance"!

What I didn't expect was that after class, you actually called me to my side to write an essay in person, although your face was full of exhaustion, but still meticulous. Work hard, and your language will be great.

At the desk, I flipped through the calendar, listening to the sound of the paper, and the red circles on the calendar kept coming into my eyes, each of which recorded the memories of you. For two years, because of you, I enjoyed the language and indulged in the wonderful words;Because of you, my otherwise dry sentences have come to life;Because of you, in the face of an increasingly heavy academic burden, I no longer panicked, and I have more courage to face difficulties. Along the way, your smile, your words, and your sense of responsibility have been deeply rooted in my heart, like a warm current surrounding me, and I know that it is a feeling of happiness.

It is my greatest luck to have you all the way.