Ask for 8 essays, more than 650 words, the style is not limited, I am in the first year of junior hi

Autumn on campus.

Summer is quietly gone, and autumn is coming unconsciously in the sound of geese and autumn, fluttering and falling leaves. In the early morning, the mischievous fog girl put on a thin layer of gauze for Mother Earth, and when she entered the school, she was shown a large lawn in front of her, the green lawn of the past had shown signs of decay, and the two pines and cypresses in the middle of the lawn were still standing tall like two mighty warriors in the autumn wind. The dew drops on the leaves of the trees are refracted by the sunlight and smile at us like a pair of small eyes.

The rockery in the center of the lawn is locked in a thick fog, like a fairyland. There is a thin layer of mist floating in the pool below the rockery, and the fish in the pool swim lazily, like old people walking leisurely in the courtyard. The water of the pool is cool and cool, and reaching out to touch it makes people feel cool.

And lo and behold! There is also a sleeping Buddha in the far side of the rockery, as if sleeping in a thick fog. Autumn mornings on campus are refreshing.

At noon, the warm autumn sun shone on us, and the playground was full of jumping students. Some were slapping the ball, chasing each other; Some are scrambling to play basketball; some in skipping rope and hide and seek; Others are catching butterflies and making specimens. The campus at noon in autumn is a harvest season, and there is a vibrant scene everywhere.

As the sun set, the students all went home from school one after another. The students cleaned the whole school building, so that the whole school building has a new look. The teaching building shines in the orange sunlight, as if it is a golden lobby.

The pool under the hexagonal pavilion is illuminated by the sun, the goldfish in the pool are leaping, splashing out ten thousand lotus flowers, the water surface instantly becomes sparkling, this happy ripple is the proud masterpiece of the sunset, the calm water surface is not broken by the sunset?

At dusk, the lights are on. Night is approaching, the earth is slowly sleeping, the cleaning workers sweep the fallen leaves, the sound of rustling, in the autumn night, like a harmonious music, to welcome another new tomorrow for the school.

Always stop at the green mountains and green waters, listen to the inadvertent birds and insects; Always lingering at the intersection of mountains and rivers, looking forward to the miracle of another village; Always indulge in the lights, back? Momentary silent surprise. Accidentally, it always gives people too much reverie.

Meditate, look up, flowers fly, poetry.

There are too many accidents in the literati, and there are also many accidental poems.

Yi An drunk. Even after being drunk, he pursues it as he pleases. Strayed into the lotus pond, "Chang Ji Xi Pavilion Sunset" is the background picture in her impression.

I don't know where to return", she reminds me of the beauty and carefree of my childhood. And "startling a shoal of gulls and herons" is to make the occasional startled liveliness, adding to the summer atmosphere. This accidental pen is actually the inevitability of the rich precipitation of Yi'an literature, just like the accident when the famous poet Xu Zhimo and Lin Huiyin met, "You and I meet on the sea of this dark night, you have yours, I have my direction."

It's good for you to remember, it's better for you to forget the light that shines at this intersectionIn life, there will inevitably be such "accidental" "encounters" and "rendezvous". And this "mutual light at the rendezvous" is Lin Huiyin's emotional inspiration, and it also ignited the inspiration for the creation of Xu Zhimo's famous love poems, and Xu Zhimo has become the guide of Lin Huiyin's literary path.

It is also inevitable. "A poetic waterfall, April day in the ancient world", this accident and inevitability, contains too much poetry in life. Accidentally, like a breeze passing by, full of poetry, the fragrance of flowers is like wisps.

Accidents not only give people infinite poetry, but also many discoveries shine in accidents.

Like Fleming, a bacteriologist. Penicillin was discovered by chance. However, the staphylococcus that has been studied hard by "planting flowers with heart" has no chance with it.

Penicillin's contribution to humanity is immeasurable, Fleming? Known as the "father of penicillin". Sometimes, we search hard, but we can't find the Pure Land we are looking for.

Sometimes, we make an unintentional mistake, but we receive an unexpected gift. As Rabindranath Tagore said, "There is nothing left in the sky, but I have flown through."

Accidentally, inadvertently, as long as you work hard and give wings to your ideals, you can eventually fly to the other side of success, pick up the road Qingfen, and float the fragrance.

Intentionally planting flowers does not bloom, and unintentionally planting willows and willows into the shade". The Brothers Grimm's unremitting collection ended in failure, but by chance a friend made "Grimm's Fairy Tales". Accidentality contains inevitability, as long as unremitting efforts, there must be a beautiful scene of poetic flowers blooming in the accident.

Busy junior high school life.

Junior high school is like a book, it is novel and surprising when it comes, but after tasting it carefully, I realize how difficult it is.

When I first walked into the experimental middle school, I was actually really nervous, why? Because I know that my academic performance is going to be ranked, my study life will be very hard, and I always feel uncomfortable and nervous ......It feels like it's really right, our daily itinerary is full of learning, and we can't make it up.

In the morning, after stepping into the school gate, I had to read for an hour in the morning, and then I went to class, and I had to have one more class in the morning than in elementary school, which was really ......tiringI didn't dare to desert at all during class, but the table was a little unruly, always leading me to talk, and sometimes pulling down a little bit of knowledge. Still, I listened attentively, so my brain swelled and I naturally got tired. After class, it seems that there is no time to eat, and many girls throw away their meals without eating, desperately rushing to do their homework.

Including me, the teacher has set a time to hand in the homework book, and those who move slower will definitely spend less time eating than others. A good meal at noon is all science homework time, and the math teacher comes to dominate the classroom first, and then leaves after finishing the homework. One after another, here comes the science teacher.

Generally speaking, homework has to be done, but I always think that homework should be assigned on time, right? You can't arrange too much in a short period of time, it will be inefficient. Fortunately, we didn't have a lot of homework, but it was enough to toss.

There were three classes in the afternoon, and one of the most headaches for me was history. You know? That book is basically all to master, all memorized.

Homework at night is enough to correct people, and to memorize history, it seems that there is no time. But tomorrow class will have to be pumped by the teacher again. Although my student number is not called often, it is enough to make me scared.

The students are all saying that they don't understand history at all, what mountains, rivers, all strangers.

Busy, busy, really busy. Compared to elementary school, it's really different. However, it is fortunate that I like to read, otherwise it would be disgusting; It's good that I'm not lazy, otherwise it would have been zero!

Although junior high school life is bitter, it is worrying. But when I think about it, it's not without purpose, because we are a Young Pioneer, and we want to serve the motherland! Because we are the children of our parents, we should make them happy and happy.

The purpose of our study is to make you proud of us, and you are proud of us!

Hey, it's been another busy week!

The life of a junior high school student.

My junior high school has life, that is life, because of life, so life.

The topic can be chosen: Integrity is priceless.

Example: On a sunny afternoon, my mother and I went to the street to shop happily. As I walked, I saw a gray-haired old man with his grandson staggering past a strawberry stall.

The little grandson cried and asked for strawberries to eat, and the adults were most afraid of the children like this, so they had to buy them for the little grandson. While weighing the strawberries, I clearly saw that the young man selling the strawberries was doing something on the scale: he pressed his little finger on it, and said to the dazzled old man

Uncle, you see clearly, you want to buy a catty, I see that you are an old man, I will give you one or two more, the actual cost is 11 yuan, I will charge you 10 yuan. The old man nodded gratefully: "Thank you."

After saying that, he took out 10 yuan from his waist bag with a cracked hand and handed it to the young man with his trembling hand. The young man smiled wryly. Seeing the little grandson happily eating strawberries, the old man felt that his hard-earned money could be exchanged for his grandson's smile, which was also worth it, and he smiled knowingly.

Seeing this scene, my heart was sour, and I had an indescribable taste. So, I stepped forward and said to the young man, "Uncle, do you sell honesty here?"

When the uncle heard this, his face immediately turned red like a big lobster. I couldn't help but feel a glimmer of joy in my heart, and I thought to myself: Uncle must have felt guilty when he saw the scene in front of him.

I only heard my uncle say in a cluttered voice, "I ......."Wrong, I'm sorry, little girl, from now on, I am determined to change, I can't be short of pounds and pounds in business, and I want to be an upright gentleman. "I couldn't be happier to see my uncle realize the importance of integrity.

Said it was late, it was fast, the uncle ran forward with an arrow step, caught up with the two of them, stuffed the ten yuan into the old man's hand, and then turned around and ran back.

, couldn't hold back tears.

I always like to be alone and listen to the cold, unforgiving, never-ending ticking of the pendulum. The melody of life ripples in the silent room, and solitude is also a pleasure, but not entirely because of it, but more importantly, it can hold a lot of good memories.

When I was a child, I liked to cry, and those tears could gather my father's attention every time. I also like to fly kites, and these two preferences are closely linked. When I cried, my father first coaxed me, and then took me out with a kite to fly it.

It's not interesting to fly a kite alone, I think I don't know what happiness is like until my father runs under the vast sky with my little hand. Even though he fell every time, he still laughed constantly.

I like the kind of free flying, and I also like the kind of "very influential" crying. I often think that the happiest years are when they are young. However, this happiness did not last long, like a kite, urged by the wind, it fell into the sea of clouds.

A kite with a broken string will only provoke another round of crying.

The clock is ticking, and the rushing melody is suffocatingly fast. In the blink of an eye, I'm going to school, in the days when the kite string is broken. The river of time washed me to the other side, and I saw that everyone seemed to be looking for something in this stream, just as I was looking for the kite.

After that, my father never took me to fly a kite because I was older. My father always said that he was very busy, and when he was a child, he took me there because he was afraid that I would cry, and now that I have grown up, there is no need for it.

Why? Do you have to be a child to get the pain of an adult? A clear liquid comes out of the eye ......He will only cry quietly, and he will not open his mouth wide to make a "wow-wow" sound like when he was a child. I don't want to grow up, but what can I do?

So, I began to recall the scenes of flying kites as a child, and along with my memories of the clock that tirelessly moved forward.

The pendulum ticks, each ticking to mark the shortening of life by a second, the passing of the moment that nature has given us in each of our lives. I don't want to grow up, not only because I don't want to experience birth, old age, sickness and death, but also because I am attached to and hope to stay in the ...... of childhood forever

I don't want to grow up, and an inexplicable sadness and sorrow turn into tears and draw tear stains on my face, accompanied by a clock that hurts people's hearts with its gloom.

Push back two years. I saw Laura in the library? Richard wrote "Looking for the Clock", pondered for a long time, tears fell on the paper:

Time will always pass, and since we can't make it stay somewhere, find ways to fill your life with something new and vibrant, so that maybe your memories will be more exciting. ”

To this day, I still like to listen to the pendulum alone. It's cold and unforgiving, but it brings some good memories. Occasionally, tears are shed, and there is a cold sound of reproach.

At least you'll have to give a title, dear.