Write an essay for junior high school writing Don t be too na ve, about 400 words, and the topic is

Spring is a season of reverie, it is not as hot as summer, but the temperature is moderate; It is not like the autumn when the grass and trees are withered and yellow, but full of vitality and greenery; It's not like the snow in winter, but the breeze gusts. I like the reverie of spring, and I like the story of spring even more.

The grass has such a touching story, spring has arrived, it has broken through the soil after many painful struggles, to meet the first day of sunshine and rain, to breathe the first breath of fresh air, it smiles, swaying in the breeze to its heart's content, it is free and easy, tender green leaves dot the earth. Regardless of the wind or rain, it does its best to send the most beautiful blessings and laughter for spring. The strength of Xiaocao is touching, and its spirit of not being afraid of hardship is inspiring.

Throughout the ages, how many poets, lyricists, and writers have praised Xiaocao, although its life is short, it does not hesitate to dedicate itself to spring, it is great!

The hillside has a touching story: as the bell of spring rings, everything on the hillside comes back to life as if it had been touched, and the original lifelessness has become vibrant, and they all stretch their waists, wash off the dust on their faces, apply smooth oil, and all of them are radiant. They also occupy every corner of the hillside as if they were grabbing territory, and the little grass and flowers complement each other; Butterflies and bees work together; The tall and low trees are pitching up, and these beautiful scenes contrast with other scenes, which is really unique.

The river has a beautiful story to tell: as the landscape around the river continues to recover, it wants to show its most beautiful side. It was flowing with a tinkling sound, much brighter than before, and in the bright sunlight, it shone brightly, as if wearing a flash costume, dazzling.

The water is crystal clear, with a sweet taste and a pure fragrance. O little river! Stream!

I didn't expect you to really have a set.

There are many stories of spring, as long as you pay attention to the little bits and pieces around you, you will find them vivid, mysterious and beautiful, with you will bring you full shock and amazement, they all exude a noble temperament, pleasing to the eye!

The one on the second floor is well written, and it looks like Zhu Ziqing's "Spring".

First time on stage.

In our lifetimes, we have experienced countless firsts. It is like a colorful boat, recording our ups and downs. It makes us mature, bold, and experienced......The most memorable part of my first performance on stage is that even though it has been several years, I still remember it vividly.

It was when I was in first grade – a special day because I was going to be attending a school-wide performance for the first time, and you can imagine how nervous I was, after all, I was just a timid person. Although my parents have appeased my soul many times, I still can't get rid of the extreme fear in my heart, I'm afraid!

I'm afraid that I'm making mistakes, I'm afraid I'm going to be ridiculous, I'm afraid I'm going to be laughed at!

What should I do? I'm like an ant on a hot pan – round and round.

At this point, the show has already begun. I didn't want to practice, I watched the contestants in each class, they all performed well, natural movements, funny plots, and beautiful movements, which was a "blow" to my soul. How come they didn't make any mistakes at all?

I tried to breathe as deeply as I could, trying to relax, but I couldn't. I was jumping straight up like a rabbit in my arms.

It's about to be our class's turn, I have no intention of sitting, waiting, waiting, in a trance, I heard our class called, my heart also suddenly raised my throat, I took a heavy heart, our program is called "Spring", I and a pair of classmates are playing malt, too nervous!

Although we played well, I broke the ornamental ring on my hand due to excessive nervousness, and ended up clapping my hands with the ornamental ring. Finally, it was over, I flew out like a bird in a cage, and I was suddenly relieved, and a hanging heart finally fell, jumping and jumping stupidly. There is an indescribable lightness and happiness, and I want to cheer!

We also went to the school's own newspaper, there are only a few classes in the newspaper, and dozens of classes in our school participated in the performance, and only a few classes were in the newspaper, which is really hard-won!

There are too many firsts in my life, I have exercised myself, I have overcome myself, I have surpassed myself!

This little thing has also laid a good foundation for my self-confidence now, I have learned to relax and be natural, cherish every first time, let it always inspire you, spur you, and make you do better!

On forging aheadIn the journey of life, there is often a voice telling me: create quickly, and create only gains. As long as you have a breath left, you have to work hard to create!

I had hopes, hopes, and opportunities to come. That voice told me that opportunity only favors those who work tirelessly, and that waiting will lead to the loss of youth.

I sighed because I didn't want to. That voice said to me: sighing is the weak, and forging ahead is useful.

I've had my chest thumping after a mistake. The voice is saying again: cheer up, choose a new purpose, and you will feel the new content of life.

I had the disappointment of being famous, I felt tired, I felt uncertain about the future. The voice said again: Don't be depressed, there are thousands of ways to become a talent.

I've been in a difficult situation, and I've even collapsed. In the silence, the voice said again: Difficulties are the textbook of life, and adversity is the best university.

I have suffered from illness and disability, and I have thought about it all my life in depression. The voice is saying again: You still have life, as long as you have ambition in your chest, you will live up to your limited life.

There are countless exam questions in life, but there is only one answer - forge ahead!

There is no stopping point in life, and the self itself is always a starting point. No matter where or when, as long as you create, you will reap; Only by constantly forging ahead can we prove the existence of life.

On the morning of the thirtieth I was woken up by the sound of firecrackers, and I went out to the balcony in a daze, greedily breathing in the fresh air. At this time, I noticed that there were many people downstairs setting off firecrackers, and the sleepy bugs were chased away by my excitement. I hurried to the living room and saw a bowl of soy milk on the table, so I gulped it down.

Then, I went downstairs with a bag of cannons. As soon as I went out, a small cannon flew towards me, and it was ** in mid-air. Oh, my God!

It scared me half to death. Of course, not to be outdone, I threw the cannon at the place of the person who threw it at me. Soon, my bag of cannons was gone.

I had to go home and get the money to buy guns. I brought 15 yuan to the gun stall and was immediately attracted by the array of firecrackers. Look at the Thunder King for a while, look at the little bee for a while, and don't know what to buy.

In the end, I bought a box of electric fire, two boxes of rubbing guns, a box of falling guns, two little bees, and three colorful rainbows. When I got home, I didn't even change my shoes, so I rushed downstairs to set off firecrackers. At this time, my father stopped me:

How do you put it at night when you're done now? I didn't believe it, and retorted: "It's twelve o'clock after the Spring Festival Gala in the evening, and no one must play it!"

After saying that, he rushed downstairs.

I never expected that at twelve o'clock in the night, before the party was over, I heard a loud sound of firecrackers, and then I heard the sound of fireworks. Looks like Dad was right. At this point, I couldn't wait any longer, so I put on my clothes and ran downstairs.

Oh, my God! Downstairs was full of people setting off firecrackers. Yes!

It's beautiful! Countless large ceremonial flowers form a beautiful large flower bed, shining brightly under the night sky. The sky was covered in colorful flowers throughout the night, and it was very beautiful.

The sound of firecrackers came to my ears, and I couldn't even hear the sound of talking. I took out a rainbow, lit the fuse, and pointed it at the sky. With a whoosh, a bead burst out of the tube, flashing a beautiful flower in the sky.

Yes! It's so beautiful! It is like sparks that burst out of an iron furnace when making steel, like a whale spraying water, like a meteor shower ...... the skyIn the evening, people gradually left, and I reluctantly went home to sleep.

The Chinese New Year has brought a lot of joy to people, and I really hope that every day will be as happy as today.

When the Lantern Festival arrives, why do families hang lanterns, light fireworks, and set off firecrackers?

It took me a lot of effort to find out. It turned out that a hunter inadvertently killed a divine bird, and the Jade Emperor in the sky heard about it and made a big fuss, intending to do it on the tenth day of the first lunar month.

Four, ten. In the fifth and sixteenth days, all the beasts in the mortal world were burned. There was a kind fairy in the sky, she heard the words of the Jade Emperor, and immediately came to the mortal world and told the human race about it, and the human race was very anxious when she heard it. At this time, an old man said:

During these three days, we hung lanterns in every house, set off fireworks, and held torches. "In the past few days, the Jade Emperor saw the fire in the world, and thought that the fire was burning......

Oh, it dawned on me. It turns out that this is the reason for hanging lanterns and fireworks during the Lantern Festival! There is a magical legend hidden in every traditional culture of the motherland! Once again, I was deeply intoxicated by the excellent traditional culture of my motherland.

Next year's Lantern Festival, I must personally hang lanterns and set off fireworks, so that our family will be reunited and prosperous year after year.

It was an ordinary scene, but it was also an unforgettable one.

On that day, the drizzle was pouring down, which made people feel a little cool. I was walking down the street and saw a woman in front of me holding a little girl in her hand, probably about two years old. His clothes were tattered and dirty, and he looked at the crowd of passers-by with begging eyes.

The child was dark and thin, with fingers in his mouth and stomach in the other, and I think they hadn't eaten for days. There were some onlookers around, and I couldn't help but stop and watch.

At this moment, a young boy of six or seven years old came over and looked at them with curiosity. I heard one woman say, "Little friend, give us some money, we haven't eaten for days, so have mercy on us!"

I looked at the little girl again, she was so young, and she didn't have the carefree look of a child of that age, but it made people feel like they had been through a lot of things. Look at the woman again, her eyes full of anticipation, silently begging the little boy. The little boy reached for a crumpled five-dollar note and handed it to the woman.

Don't give it to her! A beautiful young aunt said, "She's so good, why don't she go looking for a job, why bother begging here!" The people around him started talking:

Yes! It's definitely a lie! "These people are so hateful, they only pretend to be pitiful to gain the sympathy of others!

The little boy hesitated and reached back.

After a few minutes, the little boy reached out again and gave the woman the five dollars, which had been held hot. Only said in a sweet voice: "I believe in her!" Then he walked away.

I was stunned, and everyone was stunned, all amazed at what the little boy did. I was even more moved by his words. I thought the little boy would put the five dollars away and go shopping himself, but he gave the money to the woman.

You can see how much the little boy believed in this woman, and how much he sympathized with her! The people present also took out money to give the woman one after another, only the beautiful aunt just now was still stunned.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and a gust of wind was blowing, making people feel a little cold. Looking at the little boy's distant back, I felt a trace of warmth pouring into my heart, making my whole body warm. Looking back at the beautiful aunt who was just there, I suddenly felt that she was not very beautiful either

When I got home, I thought back to the scene and fell into deep thought. Although it was an ordinary scene, it moved me very much and made me unforgettable.