Let me whisper to you about the 600 words of the first year of junior high school

Think more and tell you.

Teacher, I want to tell you that I love you as much as my mother.

Teacher, you are angry a lot because of the discipline or academic aspects of your classmates, however, although you scold us, we know that you are good for us. You often talk to us about how to be human beings, so that we can understand how we should deal with certain things. Every time you stay up late at night for us to print materials, you shouldn't be short-sighted anymore, but you have increased the degree, how I want to help you, let you take a break!

I remember during military training, you said, you will stand in the sun with us, I didn't believe it at the time, but you really stood in the sun, when some students couldn't bear the temperature of the sun, you would help them to go to the shade, and then immediately return to our side, but when I saw that your lips were already white, I really don't know how you persevered. At the end of the military training, I learned that you have anemia and that you are not in very good health. Let me whisper to you how much I admire your style of walking the talk.

When I was injured, you immediately rushed over and told the doctor to let him do something, I had already stitched up the wound, I didn't want to do any more anesthetic surgery, I beg you, I saw the teacher shed tears, you stayed with you until late at night, and left your child at home, and you have classes tomorrow, desperately left until late at night. In the next few days, you often went to the hospital to see me, which touched me, I really regarded you as my other mother, after this incident, you were angry with your classmates, I will feel uncomfortable, because I love you!

Teacher, even though your classmates still don't understand your hard work, you have my care and love.

From the point of view of composition, except for poetry, "the style is not limited", although there is no clear requirement for this test question to be written as a narrative essay, but from the perspective of the topic, it is more appropriate to write a narrative essay. From the point of view of writing, it should be mainly narrative, with lyricism and argumentation.

The expression of emotions needs the rendering and accentuation of the environment, the description of details and expressions, and the mutual integration of scenery.

In the past few days, there have been some strange things in our four units, and the garbage we put at the door will actually "run with long legs"!

The day before yesterday, I was too lazy to send a big bag of garbage to the second floor, so I just put the garbage at the door and ignored it. Who knows, that night, the garbage actually "disappeared mysteriously".

Also, yesterday, I led "Qiuqiu" (puppy) to go downstairs for a walk, but this dead "Qiuqiu" didn't get downstairs, so he defecated everywhere, and I thought: no one knows which one got it, so let's wait until tomorrow morning to let the cleaners come and "eliminate" it. So, I pretended to be okay and went down to play.

However, when I returned, the creation of that pile of "balls" also had wings and flew. I told my sister about it, and she and I thought it was "haunted"?

In order to find this "mysterious figure", my sister and I got up at four o'clock in the morning, opened the eyes of the two giant pandas, and came to the corner of the first floor behind the big box, waiting for the "masked" person to appear. I was trembling with fear, my sister was trembling, and as we were about to return to the warm bed, my sister and I were so frightened that we heard a suspicious sound on the stairs. "Running home", at this time, I heard someone downstairs:

Who's up there? My sister and I came to our senses, and my sister asked, "Who are you?"

At this moment, the voice-activated light came on, and an old figure appeared in our sight, the man was hunched over, his head was like frost, his clothes were still patched with two patches, and he was still holding a broom and a garbage bucket in his hands. It turned out to be Grandpa Li on the first floor. I asked suspiciously

Grandpa, what are you doing and still dressed like this? He said: "I went to help the family on the first floor to sweep up the garbage, you see, they moved two days ago, and some of the remaining broken things were left on the ground, blocking the way, making people uncomfortable to look at."

So, I went and cleaned them up. "My sister and I suddenly realized that it was Grandpa Li who helped us clear the road.

Looking at Grandpa Li's tall figure, I couldn't help but feel a warm current in my heart. There are still many good people in the world!

On the first day of junior high school, I want to say to you.

The first day of junior high school passed in a chaotic way. I thought it didn't matter, but in the end, I found out that I hadn't learned anything in the past year.

In my first year of junior high school, I experienced the so-called friendship that I had not experienced in elementary school. In the first year of junior high school, we see friendship as too complicated, and we become no longer simple. Because of those friendships, our studies regressed, and we no longer took classes seriously.

We all think too much, in fact, friends just help each other! Why gossip there? Because of those grievances, we started to be unhappy, we started to distrust each other, and now that I think about it, we really shouldn't be.

The first day of junior high school is over. When they were about to enter the second year of junior high school, everyone began to talk about reluctance, began to talk about regret that they didn't know how to cherish it, and began to talk about the beauty of the memories at the beginning. Although we know that we will not be able to go back to the past, we still have expectations for that memory, hoping to go back to the day of the misunderstanding and have the opportunity to say sorry.

The friendship of classmates is the greatest joy, although the life of the first year of junior high school is as bitter as coffee, but with the seasoning of friendship, the taste is even more fragrant. The first is like coffee, the first is like white water, the first is like the tender branches, the first is like the grass, and the first is like the ...... of the stream

The first is like a thousand things. And for the cooking skills in our hearts, each person has a different style compared to each person. The source of dreams has bitterness, sweet fragrance, fresh taste, and tense rhythm.

Time flows quietly through the fingertips, leaving behind the devastated yesterday, the once glorious yesterday, and the today that is about to become yesterday. Listen to the time tick-click. We are about to say goodbye to another yesterday.

And how will the rhythm of the first year of junior high school be played? I think the most beautiful ** is only the music written by the sound of time.

We all know that there is no regret pill in the world. So, please cherish that beautiful friendship, don't know until the end that you didn't cherish it at the beginning, and then you will only have memories left.