Write an essay of 600 words on the feelings of the new semester of junior high 2

In life, work and study, we are often exposed to composition, which can exercise our solitude habits, calm our minds, and think about our future direction. In order to make it easier and more convenient for you to write an essay, the following is a 600-word essay on how I feel about the new semester that I have collected and sorted out, and you are welcome to share it.

Ding Ding Ding", another new semester has arrived, but this time it is different from the previous school starts, because I came to a new school, yes, I transferred schools. Early in the morning, my mother was on my way to school, and I was both excited and nervous.

As soon as I arrived near the school, I found that the cars had already been parked, and parents, students, and people were bustling and lively. Walking into the south gate, there is a huge playground in front of you, and from time to time there are a few students walking, they are like me, and the school starts today. After taking my temperature and checking my temperature, I walked around the corridor and walked up to the third floor to the door of my new classroom.

When I walked to the door of the classroom, I was surprised by the unfamiliar faces. , There are surprises, and there are those who still bury their heads in reading for a second, my heart is up and down, and my little heart is beating "bang", I'm really afraid that I won't be able to integrate into this collective. I lowered my head and sat down in a place to compose, feeling even more nervous.

At the end of class, these new classmates came to greet me in twos and threes, and my heart slowly let down my guard, and soon, I met many new classmates.

The conscientious Ms. Wu is our Chinese teacher and class teacher, and on the first day of school, she told us the school system and class rules seriously, which was gentle and a little strict, which was my first feeling. Ms. Wu told us that we are all in the fourth grade now, and we have to start to do many things independently, and we can no longer rely too much on teachers and parents. Teacher Yu, our math teacher, who is busy coming in and out, although he is a male teacher, speaks very softly and feels like a big brother.

On the first day of class, I felt that time passed so quickly, and I felt that I only had 10 minutes of class time of 40 minutes.

New school, new atmosphere! I love my new campus, new teachers, new classmates! In the new campus, I want to study hard and set sail!

Time is like the merciless flow of water, flowing through my five years in elementary school. In the blink of an eye, the winter vacation will be a thing of the past again, and a new semester is coming. Think about it, what have you done in the past five years?

But I couldn't think of anything. Could it really be that what flows to his alma mater is a blank memory? No, I hope that in the last half year of my primary school life, I will do everything well.

In this half year, I must cherish every second of time and strive not to let myself have a wasted moment.

The new semester is coming, so everyone will definitely have new plans, what are my plans? In fact, my plan is the same as everyone else, that is, to study hard in the new semester, listen carefully to the teacher's lectures, and speak actively in class. Not only that, but I also have to participate in various activities regularly, which is not enough, and I hope that I can do well in my graduation exams.

I know it's hard and hard to do that, but as long as you stay the course and never back down, it's going to be very easy.

I think that people's hopes can change at any time, and the hopes of each of us are different at different times and under different circumstances. In the new semester, my hope is to always remember my alma mater, because after all, this is the primary school where I have lived for six years! At the same time, I also hope to do something good for my dear alma mater in this last six months.

I think I'm going to do it with real action. In his life, no matter what he becomes, whether he is a celebrity, a great man, or an ordinary ordinary person, he will always remember his alma mater and have very deep feelings for him, and I want to be such a person.

I know that everyone's thoughts are different, because everyone has different aspirations and goals. Now that I'm growing up, my new goal is not to be a great man, or an artist, or a giant of science. It's about getting into a better university and finding a stable job when you grow up.

It is enough to do extraordinary things for the country and society in your ordinary position, and contribute your own strength.

Everyone has new plans in the new semester, and you must be the same as me! Let's all join hands in the new semester and move forward towards our goals together!

As the years go by, the saplings of the past have grown into lush trees, and the chicks of the past can fly freely in the blue sky. I also walked out of the gate of elementary school and stepped into the hall of junior high school life.

Maybe it's the nostalgia of elementary school life, maybe it's the novelty of junior high school life, I walk in the beautiful and quiet campus, and the air around me is so fresh, giving people a sense of paradise. The school emblem was painted on the fairytale-like white tile, and suddenly, the air seemed to freeze, an unprecedented solemnity, like a drop of ink dripping on the white rice paper, vigorously seeping out, "Jingle Bell......The bell rang with a crisp sound. I sat in my seat as a refreshing breeze blew gently across my cheeks.

A soft, kind face appeared on the podium, and she was our homeroom teacher. Her warm smile, like the refreshing wind, dissolved all the tension and contradictions in my heart. It turns out that life in junior high school is so poetic.

If I had to choose a color to compare my junior high school life, I would definitely choose blue, because blue is full of confidence, vitality, and hope. The bright red sunset gradually disappeared into the green hills, and we finished our day's study, carrying a heavy school bag on our backs on the way home. Someone asked us:

What is your book packaging? We will definitely tell him: "There is endless knowledge and endless truth."

A golden ginkgo leaf fell at my feet in the cool wind, picked it up, and saw the day's journey, just like a fallen leaf floating in the city, I traveled all over the place and saw all kinds of scenery.

The life of junior high school is rich and colorful, just like the red and yellow fallen leaves flying, flying through the ocean of knowledge, flying over the ships that ride the wind and waves, and finally landing on the verdant meadows ......

Like a year of water, a wonderful junior high school life, you are as green as the big tree, like the eagle hitting the sky, with the most beautiful figure dedicated to the blue sky.