300 words for the second year of junior high school to remember the two or three things of the class

Poplar leaves from childhood.

When I was a child, I lived with my grandmother in a small courtyard with a large poplar tree with lush foliage, and he was a good friend of my childhood.

When I was very young, I always played under the poplar trees with my friends. The summer sun shone on the dense green leaves of the poplar trees, and a golden parasol was held up above our heads, and the leaves were as beautiful as a fairy tale. We play under the leaves and enjoy a relaxed life.

When I think back to that time, I always see the golden poplar leaves in front of me.

When I grew up a little bit, I would collect fallen poplar leaves every autumn, and my grandmother would always carefully help me sandwich them in an unknown book. At that time, I didn't know what a taxidermy was, and I didn't know why I was collecting fallen leaves, but every day I would bring back countless poplar leaves with gusto, and my grandmother would always smile and put them in her book. My neighbors saw me collecting fallen leaves and left them for me with beautiful colors every time they cleaned the yard.

Once, a neighbor's big sister gave me a boat made of yellow leaves, and I was so excited that I took the boat everywhere I went, and when I went to bed at night, I asked my grandmother to put it out of the reach of the pet puppy. The puppy was also a good friend of mine, but I guess he probably "fell out of favor" for a few days because of the leafy boat.

In winter, the orange poplar hides all his leaves. Whenever this happens, my grandmother takes out the fallen leaves that fall in the book. My grandmother taught me to draw on the leaves with colored pens, and after I finished drawing, I put tape on both sides of the leaves, threaded the leaves together, and hung them on the side of the door and on the round reed wall.

My grandmother and I also worked with me to make a collage of poplar leaves. A few leaves, simply folded a few times, form a unique picture, which is very interesting. The walls are covered with these pictures, and my grandmother calls them my "leaf painting exhibition".

Every winter day is filled with strings of poplar leaves, leaf paintings, and grandma's loving smile.

Spring is coming, and the new green leaves leap onto the branches. Looking at the delicate new leaves, I began to hope that they would soon grow up and turn into the golden poplar leaves of the summer celery.

I grew up in the hope of year after year, and poplar leaves were my inseparable companions. It wasn't until that fall that we had to separate. In order to expand the road, the small courtyard will be demolished.

I picked up poplar leaves from the ground for the last time, and my grandmother tucked them into the book, just as before. On that day, I said goodbye to the poplar leaves that accompanied me through my childhood.

Later, I went back to that street. The courtyard is gone. To my disbelief, the big poplar tree was gone, and only the thick stump remained. A few months later I went back to that street, this time not even the stumps were gone, and the road widened.

I still treasure those last few poplar leaves. When I see a poplar tree, I think of the poplar tree that accompanied me through my childhood.

When I came back from school today, my mother hadn't made dinner yet. I sat in front of the window and picked up the "Big Wisdom in Small Stories" series of books that my father had bought for me, "The Hidden Door". I flipped through it, and an eye-catching title caught my eye - "The Material of the Great Vessel".

I read it impatiently.

It turns out that this story is about: Bill Gates, a genius in the information age, a tycoon at Microsoft Computer Corporation, and the richest man in the United States, was recommended to the school library to help organize books when he was in the fourth grade of elementary school. He was bright and studious, and despite his small stature, he was very serious about his work.

He arrives early every day and spares no effort to weave through the labyrinth of bookshelves, picking out misplaced books like a little detective and putting them back where they should be. Later, his family moved to another nearby residential area, and he was transferred out of the library. But he always remembered in his heart, "When I'm gone, who will sort out those books that are on the wrong line?"

After thinking about it, he asked his mother to transfer him back to his original school. He told the librarian, "Now my dad takes me to school in a car, and if he doesn't take me, I'll walk." ”

After reading this story, I was touched by Bill's serious spirit. A teenager who is so serious and determined is so determined that there is nothing that cannot be done in the world. It occurred to me that in many great or outstanding people, there are always many things that are superior or different from ordinary people, and these will sooner or later be revealed in their life deeds.

Before becoming famous, these may be overlooked, but after becoming famous, people think of how extraordinary they were at the beginning. But whether it is a record before or after the event, it is undoubtedly a masterpiece left to mankind.

On the first day of school, the school ushered in the first day of the new semester. At the entrance of the school, a banner with the slogan "Warm welcome to new students" hangs on it, surrounded by colorful flags. The tweeter plays cheerful music, showing a joyful and peaceful atmosphere.

One by one, the freshmen walked into the campus with smiles on their faces, with joy, curiosity, pride, and satisfaction. On the wall next to the freshman classroom, a list of students is posted on the wall, and groups of students are clustered there, and some of them are walking towards their respective teachers. The teachers of each class stood at the door of the classroom, with a smile on their kind faces, greeting every new student who came as they came.

Let's wish the new students good results in their new study life.

1My cousin is not only cute, but also kind. Once, I told her "Sanmao Wanderings", she listened very carefully, when I talked about Sanmao forced to live on the street, hungry and cold, my cousin suddenly walked away, I was wondering, she came back, still holding a steamed bun in her hand, and said to me: "Brother, Sanmao has nothing to eat, so pitiful, help me give him a steamed bun, okay?"

I was stunned, it turned out that she went to the kitchen to get steamed buns, and I couldn't help but laugh and said to her: "Doudou, Sanmao is fictional, not real." "Oh, is it?

Oh, yes! ”…My cousin looked puzzled, and as she spoke, she broke the steamed bun in half in her hand, handed me half of it, and then ate it. Hehe, this is my kind and caring cousin!

2 .Another time, I was brushing my teeth, halfway through the brush, ** ringed, I hurriedly ran to answer, but forgot to turn off the faucet, the water kept flowing, after listening to **, I remembered that I forgot to turn off the faucet, and hurriedly ran to the bathroom, only to see my sister on tiptoe, one hand holding the washbasin, the other hand desperately stretched out to turn off the water, but it was out of reach, I quickly turned off the water, then my cousin said to me: "Brother, you must turn off the water when you go away in the future, and you must save water." I was ashamed to say

Okay, I'll remember later. Thank you! ”