I used sweat to perfect my own composition, the third year of junior high school, about 600 words, n

What topic I just happened to be in the third year of junior high school.

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.

Although it is a verb and a very smiling action, in fact, there are very few people who are truly grateful. As us in the 21st century, the first thing we should be grateful for is our parents. Perhaps, you haven't thought about who has given you the most from the time you were just born, all the way to the youthful girl, to the strong and brave boy?

Needless to say, of course, it's the parents! Therefore, we must be able to "receive the grace of the 'parents' and repay it as a spring." "We have a happy life today, a warm home, a stable walk, a happy life, no famine, and thanks to the teacher.

Grateful heart, thank you for accompanying me all my life and giving me the courage to be myself. Grateful heart, thanks to fate, I will cherish ...... same as the flowers bloom and fall"Whenever this refreshing song sounds, I can't help but think of my teachers, it is them (she), on the podium, at the desk, cold and summer, spring, summer, autumn and winter, leaving a little bit of hard work, teacher, I sincerely thank the teachers for their earnest teaching over the years, and wish the teachers happiness, health and happiness in the days to come!

Teaching is a sacred profession under the sun. People say that teachers are like candles that burn themselves and illuminate others. Indeed, for our growth, teachers are the disseminators of culture, leading us to swim in the ocean of knowledge; Teachers are the guides of our growth, teaching us how to behave and deal with things; Teachers are our friends who respect, understand and care about our growth; Our teachers are our role models, teaching us by example and benefiting us for ...... for life

The teacher's love cannot be seen or touched, and like many parents, there is a heart of "hoping that the son will become a dragon and the daughter will become a phoenix", but this kind of love has nourished the hearts of students. I would like to thank the teachers for all that they have done for us.

Thank you, teacher, for watering our thirst with sweat on the podium for six years. Spread the sunshine of love with a song-like voice; Soothing our uncertain souls with gentle hands. Thank you for burning yourselves like candles and illuminating us for six years; Consume yourself like chalk and tell us knowledge; Standing like a mast, it leads us to the other side. Thank you for using chalk as oars and thoughts as sails to guide this ship full of hope and expectation through the reef-like problems and to the temple of knowledge.

The time we spent together in those years was ......(Original, please do not plagiarize!) Thank you for your cooperation! ）

Back to the original starting point, the green face in the memory, we finally waited for this year. The ** under the table, back to 2 years ago, this year's students are going to school for the last appointment. I stood in front of the mirror, my eyes reddening a little, and my mind kept flooding back to the plain makeup of my memory.

I still remember the first day I walked into the campus, the sky was so blue, the sun was so beautiful, the birds on the branches were chirping, and under the blue sky, the breeze was blowing, the leaves rustled, and the melodious music was played. At a glance, there are countless faces full of innocence and innocence.

Perhaps, friendship has such a thread, we begin to know each other, recognize each other, intersect, in learning, we compete with each other; In life, we supported each other and became good friends who talked about everything.

This beautiful moment is about to pass away, but it ——— friendship, like a painting that never fades, will remain in my mind forever, and no matter how long it is, I will never forget ......

The time we spent together in those years was ......

The friendship we gained together over the years ......

In those years, we walked together day and night......

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The sun had just risen in the east, and my dad and I went for a walk in the vegetable market.

The sound of selling and bargaining in the vegetable market is loud. We walked to a butcher stall and happened to be approached by an old man who wanted to buy a piece of meat that he wanted. The owner of the butcher's stall was a young man, and he said to the old man:

Old man, you buy meat quickly, don't pick around here, delay my business! The old man was not pleased, and said, "Young man, how do you talk, I have to carefully pick and choose your meat, I want to buy a small piece of shredded meat."

The young man glanced at the old man and said, "Buy quickly, don't pick and choose, and hinder me from doing things." At this time, a man who looked like a big boss came over and wanted to buy meat.

The young man said respectfully: "Boss, you want to buy something, which piece of meat you like, I will help you cut it." "The person who looks like a big boss has been picking for a long time, and he has looked at the past and said:

Two pounds of pork ribs. "Alright, here you go, welcome to come back next time! ”

I was puzzled by the fact that two customers who bought the same meat, but why did they have different attitudes? looked down on the old man, but nodded to the person who looked like the boss?

I asked my dad why he was like this. Dad didn't answer my question right away, but told me to think about it for myself. I don't think the meat guy is doing a good job, he can't judge people by his appearance, and if he keeps doing this, his meat stall won't be patronized!

This is a small thing that happened in the morning market of the vegetable market, but it is this little thing that has made me understand a lot and benefited me a lot: treat everyone equally and sincerely!

Some people say that the teacher is the brightest Big Dipper in the sky, pointing us in the way forward; Some people say that the teacher is the coolest mountain spring in the mountains, watering us little saplings with fragrant nectar juice; Some people say that the teacher is a lush leaf, with his powerful body and the flowers and bones that protect us in the future.

Teacher, I worship you, I can't say why I have this kind of admiration, looking at the neat and beautiful handwriting you left on the blackboard, but I can't measure how much mystery and hard sweat is hidden in it, I only know that this is your selfless dedication to the cause of social education. Listen to every word you say on the podium, what kind of sound is that? Is it nature's clear birdsong?

Is it the harmonious melodic sound of a classical instrument? No, it's not, it's a kind of sound from outside the world, containing the beautiful tones of the world, and it sounds deep to us, because that sound is not an ordinary sound, but a signal sound of knowledge, and when you hear this sound, you know that there is a lot of knowledge that is going to come from afar and enter the station of your wisdom brain.

Teacher, you are the brightest Big Dipper in the sky, and I am a black duck who is lost in the red dust, whenever I lose my way, as long as I see your dazzling light, I can find my way home. I still remember when you first picked me up, when you changed me from a child full of innocence to a primary school student with ideals and achievements, how much you paid for us, we are enjoying our own success and enjoying our own happiness, but we can't forget the teacher, you are the coolest mountain spring in the mountains, you use your erudition to let us understand this vast and boundless world, let us see the world is big, you are like our telescope, let us see farther, see more clearly, just like mountain spring water, Clear enough to let you see underneath. Teacher, you taught us to have the courage to fight against difficulties, not to be overwhelmed by difficulties, I still remember what you often said, "If you don't experience wind and rain, how can you see a rainbow, no one succeeds casually."

Yes, success and difficulties are relative, and if there are no difficulties, how can we talk about success?

Teacher, you are a lush leaf, you use your strong body and protect our future flowers. You are never very stubborn for you, you always silently dedicate your body, for your students, for your mission, you are willing to be a green leaf rather than a red flower, you want to use your own ability to polish the dawn of this world, so that the dreams of students fly higher and farther.

Teacher, you have used your life to teach us why we should have pursuits, why we should have ideals, and why we should surpass ourselves. Teacher, you leave the most beautiful smile to this wonderful world, you are the most beautiful myth in our hearts.