Ask for a junior high school essay titled My Paradise 250 words.

Everyone is looking for their own paradise so that all their happiness can be unleashed. My paradise is different, it's not a neon-lit cabaret, it's not a bustling entertainment park, it's a small room in my study and bedroom.

In a small room, there are ordinary white walls. The pink and green curtains were gently blown by the wind. The desk under the window is neatly arranged with a variety of books.

On the desk, there is a language repeater and a globe-shaped radio, which are the prizes I won in the Xiamen Computer Competition, and whenever I see it, I am extremely happy. On the front of the radio is the clock, and the beating minutes and seconds keep telling me to make the most of the time. The computer, the sofa, the cot, and the recorder and harmonica hanging on the wall make up my paradise.

Paradise grows up with me day by day, where I have my own visions, dreams and thoughts; Here, I have read a lot of life truths; Here, I can sing to my heart's content, stand in front of the window and play the recorder and harmonica on a whim. Turning on my computer and surfing the Internet is a great pleasure for me.

Paradise gave me confidence and pushed me to work hard. I remember when I participated in the district math competition in the third grade, how many nights the park was brightly lit and my footprints were left on a large pile of math test papers. In the face of difficult problems, I am not afraid, because there are many ** in the paradise, which help me fight my way out of the sea of questions.

The hard work paid off, and I won the first prize. I ran back to the park in ecstasy, smelled the books on the table, looked at my beloved paradise, and thought that all my hard work had paid off, and I smiled. Paradise seemed to tell me

Success and hard work are directly proportional.

Paradise was also a gas station when I failed. It was a district essay contest in the fifth grade, and I didn't make it. I was stupid, and I suddenly felt that everyone was looking at me with disdain.

With my head down, I held back tears and returned to the paradise, and lay down on the couch in a dejected state. At this time, I saw the book "How Steel is Made" on the table, and I felt that there was an infinite force encouraging me. Oh, yes!

The protagonist of the book, Paul Kochakin, insisted on the revolution despite his own serious illness, but what about me? It's just a little setback and you get down. What is my frustration compared to the pain Paul endured?

Thinking of this, the shadow of failure suddenly disappeared. I found myself again – a confident, hard-working me. So, I picked up the recorder and blew it, and the wonderful ** suddenly filled my paradise.

Small room, thank you! It was you who opened your arms and took all my love and needs into your arms, and selflessly provided me when I needed them. You are the eternal paradise on the road of my life!

Everyone has their own happy childhood, and in these wonderful childhoods, everyone has their own paradise. Many people's paradise is in the open nature, like Lu Xun's Baicao Garden, Cheng Hai's woods ......Some of my partners are in People's Square or in the courtyard of the dormitory, but my paradise is in a closed place - my room, one must ask why? Let me tell you slowly.

I remember when I was four years old, my mother designed a special cabin for me. My room isn't huge, but I still think there's a lot of space for me to play in. I remember very well everything in the room at that time.

With my beautiful little bed, a row of cabinets, lots of toys on the cabinets, a desk, and lots and lots of things of my own, this cottage is my own world, my paradise.

When my father and mother go to work, I tend to be "crazy" in the house alone. Play house games with those toys of mine. I also gave my toys some funny names, such as Pony Run, Bear Doodoo, Robot Cat Smart, Rabbit Girl, Monkey Jump, ......There are also a lot of rag dolls.

I was in my hut, playing with the house alone, with Lily the rag doll as the mother, the rag doll as the father, and the rabbit and monkey as their children. Mother Lili is cooking in the kitchen, Dad is reading in the study, Rabbit is playing in the yard, Monkey Hopping is climbing trees, and Pony Run, Bear Doodoo and the robot cat are on their way to Daddy and Hopping Home. I also dubbed them and designed their lines.

I followed my father's example and said to my mother Lili, "Lili, is the meal ready?" Later, Benben, Dudu and Congcong, who are good friends with Hopping and Hopping, have arrived.

Then, I followed the example of my mother Lili and said, "I know, it's all ready, let's call the children to come in and eat." ......Hey, it's funny to think about the presumptuous, uninhibited playfulness back then.

However, after every game, my room was always a mess of me. Once, my mother was very angry and criticized me harshly, and said sternly: "Lei Lei, you see, this room is very messy by you, you must put the toys back after the game in the future, and you must learn to clean up and clean up by yourself."

Then he taught me to clean up and tidy up my room. Since then, every time I've finished the game, I've cleaned up, tidied up, and learned to use a dust washer. I also help my father and mother with a lot of housework.

Therefore, my room is not only a playground for my childhood games, but also a place for me to be sensible and learn to do things. I loved my room.

My little world.

Everyone has their own paradise, and my paradise is not a "garden of herbs", but an ordinary farm yard.

This is where I was born: three rooms, a small courtyard. One living room, two bedrooms, one for mom and dad, one for myself. It's my little world.

A "cute little bed" lies next to the door, and next to the bed is a small bookcase. There are 3 floors of small bookcases, and the first layer is a variety of gadgets: a porcelain rabbit wearing a garland on his head, and a cloth bear wearing a "golden skirt"·· The second layer is books, and the third layer is also books.

Then there's the desk. There are diaries and Olympiad books on the desk... It's a must-do every day!

You can write about your happiness, the happiest thing in your heart, or the things you yearn for the most.

Do all schools keep this assignment? So do we.

My class also stayed with this today, but you are from Heilongjiang.

Enthusiastic netizens copied it online.

Find it yourself.

This is also the topic of our class.

I have a paradise, just like Mr. Lu Xun's Baicao Garden, which is a good time in my memory, and it has also left me like Baicao Garden.

That is, I lived in the sixth grade classroom for a year, because of the recent exam problems, so I rarely have the opportunity to go there again, occasionally to see, sitting at the last table of the three groups that once belonged to me, people touched the belly of the table, touched the hand full of ash and an old piece of paper, the paper was painted with some anime characters and a few lines of signed art, I first thought: my former seat, maybe has been lonely for a year, no one cares about it, no one wants it to serve, only one person falls asleep quietly. Looking at the characters outlined by the immature brushwork on the paper, I can't help but think of a dark and happy past:

One evening, the head teacher was tirelessly recounting a few seemingly difficult but very simple calculations, two-thirds of the class were in a state of half-sleep, one-eighth were reading idle books, one-eighth were talking nonsense, and the rest were staring out the window blankly.

Suddenly, the head teacher called Mr. A, who was napping: "A, explain this question." A stood up in a daze, and said lazily:

Ah, wow, what's the matter? Got out of school? The whole class burst into laughter, and the nappers woke up laughing, and then a reaction, followed by a storm

Ah, as a student leader, I was so disappointed to sleep in class,......The head teacher taught N minutes agon, and then called B to answer, B was leisurely watching **, and he couldn't answer, needless to say, it was another burst of "ideological education", (this time for the whole class).

We snickered and comforted A and B, and ignored the homeroom teacher's words, which seemed to become a pleasure in the Dark Ages.

In those years, the Hokage was the one we admired the most, and we each had a Hokage character who represented ourselves, I was Naruto, Sasuke on the left, and Xiao was Xiao Li, we loved the Hokage fanatically, and called each other "Naruto" and "Sasuke" every day, and whoever was bullied everyone would go up to help, and if they couldn't do their homework, they would study together, and when they got home from school, they would also bang their fists to say goodbye.

It's ridiculous to talk about who's stunt or the Hokage story you made up when you're fine, to make a fuss with your own inventions, and to draw your favorite characters with your own strokes, but we still enjoy it.

Now, in a new classroom, with different friends and listening to different teachers, I wonder if it can be another paradise? I'll see.

Write the main content first.

It's a good time in my memory.

My inner circle is very simple, but I'll have to imagine it for myself. One.

For the mouth of the factory a each. The factory is a small factory, or three fathers, one hole, three one one.

Take a look at the opportunity cost to understand the off-the-shoulder dress.

I'm going to sleep too!! As for you, I'm going to eat too

Do not welcome the widows and widows of the widow

In my memory, there was such a place: a green mountain, a clear water, lush trees, delicious fruits, when I was unhappy to come here, listening to the gurgling water, the birdsong in the mountains, breathing the fresh air of nature, it will instantly make you feel comfortable, it is my paradise. Not to mention the green meadows, not to mention the wild flowers all over the mountains, not to mention the lush mountain forests, the blue water alone, there is infinite fun, the water is crystal clear, more than the noisy city lakes have a taste of nature, there are colorful water stones, occasionally a gust of wind hits, breaking the quiet silence of the clear water, the leaves next to it fall into the water, like a leaf flat boat.

All this makes up a beautiful painting. In autumn, the crops are ripe, the golden rice can not be seen at a glance, the wind blows the rice waves, the rice fields turn over the golden waves to the side and fall violently, the boundless rice fields are like a golden carpet spread to the whole earth, the rice fields compose a song of harvest for the golden autumn. Come to the fruit tree, pick the fruit from the tree brother's greeting bureau, envy the sweet and sour, crisp and sweet.

That place is the mountain behind my grandmother's house, and it is my paradise, because walking on that mountain is better than walking through thousands of mountains and rivers; For it is better to pluck a fruit there than to taste all the delicacies of the mountains and the sea; Because to go there and listen to the call of the birds, it is better to beat and grind than to hear all kinds of wonderful **. Nowadays, because of my schooling, I rarely go back there. Goodbye, my clear water!

Goodbye, my splendid mountain flowers and lush mountain forests.

Grade 6: Yan Chinese.