Essay on the first year of junior high school This is me 400,500 words Don t plagiarize It s better

Yaya,, we also have to write,,Who will introduce me to one。

I've always felt that I was a sprout of spring, and my father was a serious winter, alternating year after year, as if they never intersected. But I really can't imagine that my father's heart has always been closely connected to me, and I can't imagine that you have always been there.

Two hours ago, you ran to the taekwondo gym and we were facing each other in front of the door. You stand in the dim light, smoking non-stop, your other hand clutching my taekwondo belt tightly, expressionless, so ruthless and determined. You throw out a few words:

Don't go! "Why? "I don't budge in the slightest.

You frowned, staring at me without moving, as if imprisoning me with your eyes, and a few wisps of green smoke came out of your mouth, "Don't go to class again!" You smashed these words on my heart in a commanding tone, and a gust of wind blew, and my heart was cold, and even the tears in the corners of my eyes were trembling. My eyes were round, my fists were clenched, and the air smelled of gunsmoke.

I wondered, "Why are you so angry?" "Your muscles are gradually revealed, and you roar loudly

See what you do! This sudden roar brought tears down my cheeks. You threw my taekwondo belt on the ground, and the "brushing" wind sneaked into the corners of my eyes, and tears poured out like a burst.

I didn't expect you to understand me so much! With tears in my eyes, these words welled up from my heart. I bent down to pick up the strap and turned to run towards the gym, but I didn't see the disappointment and regret that flashed in your eyes.

When I was in taekwondo class, I seemed to hear the sound of playing with you when I was a child, but looking out of the window, the sky was still dark, the moon had a cold face, the stars were hiding, and a lonely black shrouded the earth.

Disband! "The training is over. "Am I going back? Recalling the confrontation scene just now, I couldn't help but cry again, and I had to bow my head and walk out of the gym.

When I approached the corner, a figure was reflected in the yellowish street lamp, it was Dad! I walked briskly, and you turned around and saw me, first surprised, then you took the strap from my hand, folded it all at once, folded it gently, put it gently into the bag, and said, "I'll come to see you in class next week."

Your eyes are filled with guilt and regret. As we walked home in silence, I realized that your hair, though as white as a reed flower, was still the father who always supported me in my heart.

Now I realize that your movements, eyes, and voice are flowing with tenderness, as if the moonlight is pouring by, illuminating my eyes and allowing me to see the you who have been buried in the depths. I really didn't expect you to support me so much, I really didn't expect you to love me so much. My heart shook again, and tears shook out, but this time it was warm.

Because I didn't expect you to be there all the time.

Know that you are a good boy and do not plagiarize.

That's why I won't post it.

You should write it yourself.

In autumn, it is another harvest season, I came to my hometown in my village In the field, the golden wheat floats one after another, like waves on the sea, twists and turns The fiery buckwheat dances happily and lightly in the breeze The huge corn is standing on the corn stalk and looking far away, waiting for the farmer's uncle to harvest That day, with a pair of hazy sleepy eyes, I followed my parents and my aunt to the cornfield My mother said to me, "Today, there is a difficult task - breaking rice!" As soon as the words fell, I immediately came to my senses, my eyes widened, and there was a hint of excitement in my surprised expression, I thought

I've never done this before, so it's more fun than catching a grasshopper and roasting its thighs. I said very mischievously, "Yes, sir."

Please give me half an hour, and I'll definitely get half of the land! Dad said, "You don't even know how to break it, but you are so confident?" , Hmph, isn't it just a bag of rice? What's so hard! With that, I began my actions.

I broke off a piece of corn with three strokes and five divisions, and I tore off its skin as if I were an enemy, and then fell to the ground with all my might. This took fifteen seconds at most, and according to this calculation, not to mention half a piece of land, even a piece of land is more than enough. I excitedly held up the peeled corn and shouted:

Look, this is what I peeled, how about it, the technique is not bad! Just as I was complacent, my mother said, "You are not doing the right thing, you should break off the ears of corn and leave its "coat" on the stalks.

I turned around and said contemptuously to the corn, "I don't believe how hard you little corn is." With that, I began to work hard again.

Maybe the corn was angry, and when I broke it off, I took down two coats. So, I watched how my aunt broke it, hoping to learn some skills. I saw that the aunt first took off the "coat" from the corn layer by layer, and then grabbed the corn cob with one hand, and then broke it hard, and the corn fell obediently.

One morning passed, and although I had only broken seven ears of rice, my hands were already aching. However, looking at the big father's rough hands that have been dealing with farm work for many years, it seems that they have forgotten what it hurts. When I got home, I ate the ears of yellow corn, which seemed to be sweeter than the KFC fast food I usually eat, because there was not only the sweat of the farmer's uncle, but also my insignificant credit.

Through this morning's labor, I have learned that learning and farming are exactly the same, as long as you sow the goal first, and then continue to work hard, you will have a rich harvest. I also know how to experience incomparable happiness in labor!

The Pain and Joy of Reading.

There are joys and pains in everything, and the same is true for reading. As a middle school student, I can best appreciate the ups and downs of reading. To sum it up in one sentence, reading is bittersweet.

Under China's current examination-oriented education, many middle school students are denied freedom, and they are crushed under a huge mountain of learning every day, and they continue to suffer failures and setbacks. They all think that reading is hard. Indeed, when students fail in their studies and have no freedom, it is really uncomfortable!

When I entered the third year of junior high school, I was facing the high school entrance examination. Teachers and parents are very worried about us, so we have a tight and full study schedule. Students study every day in addition to studying.

Sometimes I want to go out and have fun, but there is still a lot of homework waiting for me on the table. Ay. Reading is really hard.

Reading is bitter, but after the bitterness is happiness. This kind of fun is to be savored slowly. It was an excitement, a joy, a pride.

When you stand on the podium and hold the certificate, you are happy; When you hold the 1st place exam paper with your name on it, you are proud. All these happiness is obtained through suffering, it is not short-lived, but it must always be your pride. I also often experience the joy of reading.

For example, in the last semester, I worked hard to memorize history and politics, and spent a lot of time off, and finally my hard work paid off, and I achieved excellent results in both subjects at the end of the semester. This is bitter first and then sweet!

Reading has both pain and joy, and its joy is always greater than suffering. A moment of suffering can be exchanged for a lifetime of happiness, and it is worth it. So, we must read good books and enjoy the joy of it.

In the face of friendship, I shed tears.

Friendship is no longer a new term, modern people are "friends" and "brothers", and it is difficult for me to find two people with real friendship.

As a lyric sings: "Insects fly, flowers chase, one pair after another is beautiful", and friendship is exactly like this. The friendship between two people is the most beautiful.

Neither three, nor four. There are only two people, no matter what the situation, no matter how big the setbacks are faced, the friendship still exists. Because they don't have to worry about the third person, they don't have to think about the third person, they don't have to hesitate before making a decision for the third person, and they don't have to miss more opportunities for the third person.

Only two people can make any sacrifices and sacrifices for each other. Even if it is to go to the soup, it is not hesitating.

From ancient times, friendship has been passed down to the present day. Both ancient and modern people have a noble friendship. Boya broke the strings of the piano due to the death of Zhong Zi, and never played the piano again for life.

Boya thinks that there is no one in the world who knows how to play the piano. The friendship between Boya and Zhong Ziqi is so great, who in the world can compare?

The friendship between Lu Xun and Uchiyama is across borders, and their friendship is somewhat unbelievable, especially in that turbulent era, they did not care about ethnic disputes, refused to fight, and resolutely chose friendship. Uchiyama is generous, and how many foreign friends can compare with it? Mr. Lu Xun's fearless spirit, how many literati can match it?

The wind is sluggish and the water is cold, and the strong man is gone and never returns. "The friendship between Jin Ke and Prince Dan is based on life and death. Jin Ke's failure caused them to never see each other again for the rest of their lives. Jin Ke's dedication is admirable.

In today's society, most of them are friends with alcohol and meat, and it is difficult for us to find people who have real friendships. Faced with the majestic deeds of the ancients and the fake friendship of the modern people, I shed tears. I was moved to tears by the ancients, and I shed tears for the sadness of modern people.

Standing in front of the window, holding a cup of black tea in my hand, and looking at the starry sky outside the window, I knew that my childish childhood was coming to an end, and a mature and stressful life was about to open up to me.

In the afternoon, my homework had been finished, and toys had already been placed on the floor, waiting for my grandmother to go upstairs with a bowl of hot porridge and my brother's innocent cry. "Pedal", I saw a child less than four years old, already very naughty, and he would never open his mouth if he did not have a little gadget in his hand. It didn't take much effort, and finally, he finished his lunch.

Next, he was about to take a bath, I picked him up and put it down carefully, for fear of inserting it wrong, looking at his innocent and lovely face, I was shocked.

Before, I was just like him, so innocent and so cute. I don't care about anything. When I heard that other people's houses were setting off firecrackers, I was so frightened that I cried; When I was sick, I cried and kicked the doctor who wanted to help with the injection, and it took a long time to stop.

When I took the medicine, I closed my mouth and didn't take the medicine, so I had to be pulled by an adult; If there is excitement, you must go to see it to enjoy it. Now, I'm mature, naivety is no longer going back to me, I'm already maturing.

In the blink of an eye, I have been in elementary school for five years, and I think back to the past, I always played late at night, and now, all the time is spent on studying, and there is no more frolicking and playfulness in the past, in the morning, at half past six, I will always be woken up by the alarm clock of "jingle bell", I reluctantly get up, if I used to, I would have been able to sleep until 11 o'clock and get up again.

I longed to go back to the past, to that playful childhood, but I could never go back, because I was growing up, and I was growing up like this.

On the evening of the holiday, holding a cup of black tea, looking at the bright night sky, I realized: people always have to grow, in the sky, there is a star that makes you grow, just grow up slowly, no need to worry.