The essay on One Thing About Junior High School Life is no less than 600 words, which is realistic

Go back in time and think about life in junior high school, there are both sour and sweet, bitter and spicy. The sun rises in the east and sets in the west every day, and we spend every day, but in junior high school life, there are always.

Two or three things I can't forget it. The first thing is the tug-of-war competition held on the playground in the fourth year of junior high school. "Ready, ready, go!

With the teacher's order, the two ends of a rope were pulled up by countless hands, the red cloth on the rope was crooked to the left for a while, and then to the right, the students in both classes were exerting all their strength, and I was no exception, but I was closing my eyes, pulling the rope tightly with both hands, and there were beads of sweat on my head, slowly, I felt that my arm was going to break, it was broken, it was really going to break, it was about to break, but at this moment, I sat on the ground with all the "brothers" around me, and suddenly, the pain all over my body, I sat there stupidly, but all the classmates showed bright smiles, and from time to time they repeated the same sentence: "Win, we win!" "That's when I realized that we had won.

Because we relied on the cohesion of the class, unleashed the strength of each of us at the same moment, and came together - unity is strength.

It would be nice to have one thing that has always been closely related to your life from enrollment to graduation.

Write your own junior high school and be a literati.

Snowfall in June.

Allure when the equator keeps the snowflakes, will you wait for me? When the reflection in your hand disappears, can you not go?

I asked you, is there snow in June? You looked at each other, but you didn't say anything, just nodded. Just like this, there are many moments, you all know it, my mom and dad, in fact, I don't want that one answer, but just touch the moment when you fall in love.

For example, my father didn't eat breakfast, my mother would buy fast food for him downstairs and take it with him on the way, my mother had a bad waist, and my father would go out after mopping the floor every day.

I especially remember that day I was looking for the picture album of the elementary school, but I saw the diagnosis book that was as thin as a cicada's wings but as heavy as a thousand gold, Mom, I now know that you are a person with a short time, how I regret it, I regret that I didn't know about your illness earlier.

If I knew, I would be the one who mops the floor for you every day, bends over to wash the dishes for you, and does the laundry on weekends.

I finally understood why you have inexplicable back pain, why there are so many medicines on the bedside table. I finally understand why my father sometimes looks at you with so much love and pain.

If one day, my mother is gone, my father will definitely make up a lie about my mother going abroad to study, so that I can live with hope for decades, but Dad, do you know that this will make me more naïve and ignorant?

In a trance, I thought of your eyes that accompanied me late at night, smelling the aroma of the food and you who were busy in the kitchen, your tight eyebrows when your grades dropped, and you would continue to worry when I was impatient. Also, when you look at each other, there are too many precious moments in your eyes, but Mom, will you really take these moments that touch my heart and go farther and farther?

In June, in the middle of summer, when the roses have bloomed, I pick one and put it in a box and fly with you to the southern hemisphere winter. Over there, the beautiful snow, the father who gave the mother a rose in the snow, you are all so beautiful.

In the snow of June, I looked back and admired the six hundred and third moments that touched my heart.

Mom, when the equator keeps the snowflakes, will you wait for us? When it snows in June, can you not go?

Where did you copy that essay upstairs? Won't LZ look it up? It's the third year of junior high school upstairs, and it's half a semester. Please, it's a holiday now.