Help write an essay, junior high school level, word count around 600 700

I have experienced many things, some of which are very ordinary, while others have taken root in my heart and made me.

DAO will never forget. That's three years.

The first semester of the second semester of the grade. After the final exam, I went back to my hometown, and it was my grandfather who helped me get my results. That day, I was reading a book with my mother, ** rang, I ran over, picked up, it turned out to be my grandfather, he told me that my grades were below 80 points, suddenly, my hungry brain was blank, all scores, scores, I don't know what to do, I feel as if the sky is about to fall, the honorary title of "three good students" has to say goodbye to me.

I gave ** to my mother, tears kept pouring out, my mother hung up**, I had cried into a little tear, my mother kept enlightening me, but it never worked, that holiday I was silent all day long in the pain of scores below 80 points, even if a friend told a joke, I could only be happy for half a minute, and then I would think of it, and then I fell back into pain, school started, I slowly struggled out of the pain, reflect on myself, and remembered the test paper, the test questions were very flexible, and I was too rigid to study, only relying on textbooks, not reading extracurricular books, and the knowledge is too narrow, which led to the failure of the exam. Since then, I have continued to read a lot of extracurricular books, gained a lot of knowledge from books, and improved my speaking skills a lot, and this time I really realized the benefits of reading. Students, you must take me as an example and read more extracurricular books in the future, so that this kind of thing does not happen!

We must always remember: read well, read well, read well.

It's the end of the year again, one side of the desk calendar on my desk is high and high, and the other side is as thin as a cicada's wings.

I couldn't help but sigh: "I've grown up!" ”

The years have passed, like a white horse passing halfway, and I have changed from a babbling baby to a middle school student, and before I can taste it, my childhood abandoned me.

Although I grew up, I will always be a child in the eyes of my parents, who want to protect me like the flowers in the greenhouse, so that I lose the original freedom of my peers. Sometimes I complained about their doting, and even wanted to tell them out loud: "I've grown up!"

But I always know that they protect me because they love me, thinking of this, I take back that sentence, I don't want my parents to be sad, I understand their hearts, but my heart is also crying, and I am also waiting for their understanding.

One day, I asked my parents to go to the same school to play, they did not stop me from going, but relieved me to play, I was surprised, with doubts out of the house, at this moment, my father stopped me and said to me, "Do you want Dad to send you there?" "I stopped.

He said solemnly to his father: "I have grown up!" "Yes, I feel very comfortable, like a stone that fell in mid-air and fell to the ground.

Dad didn't say anything, but smiled at me, and on his face, I saw his hope for me, and also saw the nurturing he had given me over the years. Every parent has an unspeakable love for their children, this kind of love does not need any words, parents silently give their love, and we as children are also feeling little by little, little by little reciprocating.

As I grew up, I had a heavier task on my shoulders, not only to limit the eating, drinking, and entertainment when I was young, but also to learn what to help my parents share, to make parents feel that their children were growing up, to make them feel relaxed, and this is what I have grown up to do.

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, it has been a semester in the third year of junior high school, looking at the students who are doing the questions seriously in the examination room, listening to the rustling sound of the rolls, and recalling the ups and downs of the past six months in the third year of junior high school, my heart is full of emotion.

The third year of junior high school, bitter. In the third year of junior high school, I felt extremely heavy pressure in a key class, and these invisible pressures were like carrying a person of more than 100 pounds on your back every day, walking forward with heavy steps.

During the day, nine classes were dull, and after school only one conclusion was drawn - tired. However, at night, I had to do that mountain of homework with a deep sense of sleepiness, and I had to stay up until one o'clock every night and get up to school at six o'clock in the morning. This is true even on Saturdays and Sundays.

In addition to these tiredness, I also have to bear the ups and downs of my grades, and every result, whether it is a big or small test, will be linked to the high school entrance examination. It made me feel extremely nervous. Composition.

People are in the third year of junior high school, and they suffer in it.

The third year of junior high school: sweet composition.

Although there are many difficult things in the third year of junior high school, there are also many things that make me happy.

It is a great gain to be admitted to this key class, the atmosphere of this class is very harmonious, and everyone is a person who loves to read. Even the students who are usually very naughty take the class, the teacher, and the study very seriously. And everybody's character is very good.

It's a different feeling, it's very comfortable, it's very harmonious, it's happy.

In the third year of junior high school, my parents cared more about me. At night, whenever I was struggling, my father would gently pat me on the shoulder and say, come on. And my mother will bring me a cup of hot milk tea, drink it, my stomach is warm, and my heart is sweet.

People are in the third year of junior high school, and they are happy.

In the third year of junior high school, half a year has passed, and let us work hard in the next half year, so that we can live a brilliant life in the third year of junior high school, and there is a trace of sweetness in the bitter days.

On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the moonlight was soft and the cool breeze was blowing, and our family gathered together to taste the mooncakes with relish. Suddenly, Dad said excitedly, "Let's guess the riddle!" "My mom and I agreed.

This is a riddle to answer, everyone takes turns to answer the question, and the other two people rush to answer. Ten points will be added for a correct answer, and ten points will be deducted for a wrong answer, and the count will start from 100 points.

The first is Dad's question: "A small dark room, you can't open the doors and windows, open the windows, and everything can enter the room." Hit daily necessities.

Dad nodded again and again and said, "Add ten points to you." I whistled happily.

When it was my turn to ask the question, I deliberately slowed down: "An old man is ninety-nine, and he drinks cold wine every morning. Hit daily necessities.

Water scoop! Water scoop! I nodded hurriedly and said

Add 10 points to Dad and 10 points to Mom. Dad looked at us triumphantly and hummed a little tune. Mom shook her head helplessly.

Finally, it was my mother's turn to come up with the question, but I saw her think for a while and said: "I come up with a super difficult riddle, a thing is born with two slopes, the top of the slope is like a hornet's nest, blow on the honeycomb, and sing beautiful songs with you." Play a musical instrument.

Is it a pan flute? I asked. "It's a trumpet, isn't it?

Dad said. Mom shook her head at us, so we were very angry, because the ten points that we had managed to get were snatched away, and my father and I were so angry that we gritted our teeth and stamped our feet. I'm reminded of some instruments written on the electronic keyboard:

tuba, French horn, suona, clarinet, harmonica, ......That's right, harmonica! I hurriedly said, "Harmonica!

Mom said, "Yes! Add 10 points to you.

Now I announce: the first place is Xie Wenjun, the second place is me, and the third place is my mother! Dad said like a host.

This Mid-Autumn Festival is really enjoyable!

Autumn came quietly, to the fields, to the streams, to the woods, to the mountains. Under the urging of the autumn wind, the earth has changed into charming autumn clothes.

Autumn has come, the bleak autumn wind has swept up the yellow fallen leaves, gently blowing the earth, the fallen leaves are like butterflies flying in the air, conveying the news of autumn. The fallen leaves were enchanted by the autumn girl, turned into a gold coin, flying all over the sky, autumn and Xiaocao were in close contact, Xiaocao shyly put on yellow clothes, it was really autumn and refreshing!

Standing under the golden autumn sky, I suddenly looked back, and I had become a junior high school student.

I still remember the naughty and naughty when I first entered primary school, I still remember the carefree frolicking and playing with my classmates, I still remember the teacher's earnest teaching to us, and I still remember the reluctance when we graduated from primary school. However, at this time, I was already standing outside the gate of the middle school. Looking at the strange gate, there was an inexplicable kindness in my heart.

In it, the campus in autumn is colorful, and the trees are still so green; The flowers do not seem to know that autumn has come, and they still compete to bloom, still attracting bees with their fragrance; The butterfly is still dancing on campus, still attracting the attention of students with its beautiful figure. The trees on campus sometimes sway in the wind, sometimes stand quietly, and sometimes a few yellow leaves fall from the branches. Autumn, gently caressing the flowers, gently humming a lullaby, the flowers fall asleep; Autumn went and gently slapped the trees and sang a beautiful lullaby, and the trees fell silent.

Autumn has quietly arrived, bringing beautiful landscapes, fruitful fruits, and the joy of harvest.

In autumn, there are no colorful flowers in spring, no lush and abnormal green trees in summer, and no snowflakes in winter, but there are fruitful fruit trees in autumn, bringing people the joy of harvest, and melons and fruits are everywhere! Walking into the field, you can see a golden yellow from afar, like a huge golden carpet. A breeze blows, and the ears of rice shake their slender bodies, making "rustling" sounds from time to time.

Listen carefully, as if they are telling the joy of a good harvest. Summoned by the wind, they sing, dance, and ...... merrily

Plant a grain of millet in spring and harvest 10,000 seeds in autumn. Isn't this true for our learning? If you listen carefully and complete your homework on time, you will get good grades in your final exams.

How is this not the case in our lives? From elementary school to junior high school, we gradually grow up and mature, just as autumn receives the splendor of spring and the prosperity of summer, and also receives the arrogance of spring and the willfulness of summer; I received all the joys and sorrows of life from the beginning of its birth to its maturity. This is how life matures.

The blue sky is spotless and crystal clear. The clouds reflect the clear river water, which is extraordinarily gorgeous. In the picturesque early autumn season, I was in junior high school! I will study hard and gain more knowledge!

Forehead: Father, father, hot water bottle, dye hair.

A drop of water is insignificant, but the power of tens of millions or even billions of drops is something we cannot underestimate. Stone "wearing" is easy for human beings to do, but who wants to turn into the power of that drop of water to achieve this phenomenon, this tells us to learn to accumulate, the accumulation of seemingly small power, will turn into a huge energy accumulation in the future, it is not an overnight thing, it is like fine needlework, to be slowly sewn up stitch by stitch. Some students may be disgusted with exams and can only review desperately before the exam, but you must know that the exam is a test of the knowledge accumulated in daily life, if there is no long-term accumulation, just "temporary cramming" is a problem that cannot be solved at all, even if it is successful, it is also temporary luck.

This is enough to demonstrate the importance of accumulation. Accumulation can summarize life experience and sublimate it into a higher understanding, which can help you learn and live more smoothly. So, how to accumulate First of all, we ourselves should not underestimate the small power.

At the time, Qin Shi Huang did not realize that an uprising led by two peasants could overthrow his hegemony, and now the ants can build a burrow and even break a river embankment. The condensation of small forces is powerful and terrifying. Only by facing up to these seemingly small things can we understand that the accumulation of inconspicuous but correct and important experiences in life is enough to penetrate the water.

Second, we need to have perseverance. Without perseverance, one cannot accomplish this difficult task. The reason why Yugong was able to move the mountain was inseparable from his unwavering faith and unremitting determination.

Only that perseverance full of perseverance can smash that small drop of water into the stone day and night, if a drop of water is abandoned halfway, it will not be able to achieve "stone piercing". This shows the importance of perseverance. But as long as we don't underestimate our small strength and have perseverance, can we accumulate strength?

We also need to know how to accumulate the right experience for ourselves. If you don't care about accumulating bad experiences, it will turn into bad habits that are hard to change and jeopardize your life. Therefore, we also need a pair of discerning eyes, choose the right experience and accumulate it, so as to become a great tool.

In short, the reason why a small drop of water can penetrate the stone is because of the accumulation of small power. In the process of our daily life, we must learn to have a perseverance and a pair of discerning eyes, accumulate small power, and let it continue to sublimate and change into huge energy, so as to "drip through the stone".