Here Comes the Composition for Junior High School (18 in total)

The composition of junior high school is coming (1)

Spring Festival is not only our traditional festival, but also the most important festival for Chinese people. During the spring, every family is busy visiting relatives and friends, pasting Spring Festival couplets and setting off firecrackers.

During the Spring Festival, I like to set off firecrackers. My parents bought a lot of fireworks. On New Year's Eve, we started to set off fireworks. I picked up the lighter. Although I was a little scared, I still walked carefully to the firecracker and lit the fuse. Only heard a "bang", fireworks exploded in the sky like chrysanthemums, colorful, beautiful. My parents and I pasted the Spring Festival couplets on the door together, and suddenly the family had a New Year atmosphere.

The plan of a year lies in the spring. I think I will get good results in the new year. Listen to my parents, grandparents and grandparents, and make them happy. At the same time, carefully finish the homework and listen to the teacher.

I like the prosperous Spring Festival, because it makes me grow up one year old, and we all have a good goal for the New Year.

The composition of junior high school is coming (2)

Winter came quietly, and snow followed me into my hometown. Happiness also came quietly.

In the morning, I put on my clothes, carried my schoolbag and hurried to school. As soon as I went out, I was greeted by a breeze full of morning fragrance, blowing my hair, my skirt, and a trace of cold. I shrank my hand, looked up and found that there was a sea of fog everywhere, and all the scenery became blurred, as if covered with a layer of white yarn. When I came to the parasol tree, I saw that the leaves of the parasol tree were all withered, and they flew down one by one, like the feet of a little duck, drifting down step by step.

At this time, I suddenly heard a "rustling" sound on the road. I looked up and saw that it was a cleaner cleaning. All the passers-by on the road bowed their heads and shrunk their heads, while the cleaners swept Mother Earth's floral clothes against the cold. Looking at the frozen hands of the cleaner, I thought: no matter how cold and hot, or wind and rain, the aunt is always busy cleaning the street, making the street clean, and making people feel comfortable. How valuable her spirit is!

Ah, I love this winter morning, and I love the people who love labor more!

The composition of junior high school is coming (3)

Winter came quietly, and snow followed my hometown.

When I was young, the scene of playing snow in my hometown is always hard to forget. Playing with friends in the countryside is a word "cool". One person takes a top to see who plays long and turns the snow deep. I skillfully picked up the whip and beat the top hard. Drift on the snow with spikes. After drifting for tens of meters, come back and hit the top again. Drift is also a matter of skill. Otherwise, you can fall off your butt and blossom. Balance and speed are the most important. You can use some tricks properly. If the nails are abraded too much, there will be sparks.

Speaking of learning war, I am an expert. Every afternoon, we must have a snowball fight with some friends. I don't have to wear too thick, because I won't be hit at all. Method: Press a little snow into a small snowball, which must be hard. Roll it into the snow. In order to escape the attack, they drift by the way. The snowball is getting bigger and bigger. Stop drifting, hold the ball, roll around, aim at the target, and one snowball flies past, either winning the first prize or the middle body prize.

It's interesting to make a snowman. When Grandma buys vegetables, I always ask her to buy two carrots and some meatballs. Making a snowman is not so simple. It takes an hour to make a snowman with several young men. The cooperation between us is very smooth. First, use straw to make a snowman's support, and slowly put the snow on it. Finally, use carrots and meatballs to put them on your face. It can be used for defense in snowball fights.

To build a snow castle, the largest can enter 4 people. It's not easy. You can finish it only when you are late. Sometimes at the end, it suddenly collapses, which can be extremely sad. After completion, it is supported by bamboo, and processed by snow the next day, which can be stable for a week. We usually sit in the chairs, sometimes suddenly collapse, which can freeze you.

The composition of junior high school is coming (4)

Yellow leaves fall and wild geese fly south. It was just the past autumn. Leaves wither, the weather turns cold, winter, come.

"Oh, it's so cold!" When I got up in the morning and opened the window, I could not help but have a cold war. The wind has changed. It is no longer the warm wind in autumn, but the biting cold wind. I put on my down jacket and walked out of the house. It was very cold. Pedestrians on the road are packed tightly and in a hurry. No one wants to stay for one more minute. Winter brings cold to people. But winter also brings us happiness.

"Look! It's snowing outside!" It was a break, and the students near the window accidentally found her figure. The students rushed to look out of the window. "Let's play on the playground for a while!" Then, some male students ran out of the classroom quickly and ran, jumped and shouted to welcome her on the playground. Snowflakes, you are the spirit of winter. Every year, you come to us and always bring us happiness; You also use your own whiteness to wash away the dirty air!

When school was over, it was dusk outside the window. The daily appointment time with the sun is getting shorter and shorter, and I feel a little sad. After dinner, it was only six o'clock, and it would be completely dark. If there were children playing outside in summer! Then find a good book and let her accompany me in the winter night.

The arrival of winter as scheduled makes me look forward to making snowmen and skating on the ice. It also makes me worry that the road to school will become muddy and slippery. The winter in the north is long, so I will look forward to the arrival of spring.

The composition of junior high school is coming (5)

Another semester is coming to an end, and we are about to start our dream winter vacation! I couldn't even sleep because I was thinking about the winter vacation. Because the winter holiday means that the Spring Festival, the most solemn festival of the Chinese nation, is coming.

This year's winter vacation is longer than usual. My parents decided to take me to my grandmother's home in Jiangxi for the Spring Festival, which made me very happy. Because my grandmother's home is in the countryside, it's fun and lively to spend the Spring Festival in the countryside!

On New Year's Eve, adults were busy with the New Year's Eve dinner. My brothers and sisters talked about learning and helped my parents do housework. I was most willing to stand on the balcony, look up to enjoy the beautiful fireworks, and listen to the explosion of "bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang". Then, when the New Year's Eve dinner was ready, the whole family gathered together, had a delicious dinner, raised their glasses to celebrate the New Year, and enjoyed the joy of reunion. How wonderful it would be! At night, the family will watch the Spring Festival Gala around a TV set and talk about their wishes for the coming year to welcome the arrival of the New Year; After a while, the family members shook their mobile phones desperately - "snatching red envelopes"; As for me, I can take time to read science fiction and play games. It would be great if my parents could download the 2016 New Year blockbuster Little Door God. I heard that the door god tea and Yu Lei are two brothers. They did something earth shaking to prove the value of the door god. Then they came to the world first, and a series of unexpected and interesting thrillers happened... New Year's Eve night, I can still get a lot of lucky money.

The most interesting thing is the New Year's Day. In Grandma's hometown, the adults of each family took the children to each family to pay New Year's greetings. On the first day of the New Year, I will also follow my uncles, aunts, brothers and sisters to other people's homes to pay New Year's greetings. I am tired almost all over the village, but I am very happy because everywhere I go, there is a lively and cheerful scene; The adults of each family will also give me all kinds of sweets and cakes, including a box of cloud cakes for each child. Grandma told me that "cake" and "high" are homonyms, meaning step by step.

Another interesting thing in Grandma's house is playing the game of water rafting. There is a big pond at the entrance of Grandma's village. I like playing by the pond best. I found many tiles at the entrance of the village, moved them to the pond, and then threw them into the water. The tiles jumped forward a few times before sinking into the water. How interesting! Let me tell you something. Tiles should be thrown skillfully. At the beginning, they only jumped once or twice on the water surface and then sank into the water. Later, I practiced repeatedly. Tiles jumped more and more on the water surface. The highest record was that tiles jumped six times. I felt very successful!

There are many interesting things about celebrating the New Year at Grandma's house! The Spring Festival will be celebrated in more than twenty days. Let's look forward to the Spring Festival in 2022!

The composition of junior high school is coming (6)

A gust of wind accompanied by the scent of grass blew in the face, and everything in the world was awakened by a spring thunder, as if the buds were quietly blooming at that moment. When the rain slowly fell down along the curly petals, the crystal dew recorded the miracle of life and moistened the delicate flowers. I gently picked up a blooming flower and sniffed the faint fragrance. In a moment, I was intoxicated with the fragrance, fresh and elegant, winding my nose, slowly calming the world down. At this time, I heard the crisp sound of rain beating petals.

Along a winding path, the newly born leaves are more dim in the rain. Even so, it is hard to hide the charm of spring. What is dim is the dancing elves. They are full of vitality, and their dancing wings seem to be green barriers. I don't have the heart to disturb this quiet party. I just want to listen to it, accept the baptism of nature, and enjoy ordinary but ancient and elegant music. There is no city noise, no car whistle. Here, only I, a lonely passer-by, is left, but because of loneliness, peace is created; Here, only the dancing spirit, the hazy sense of music, but because of the hazy achievements of life. Everything here is too beautiful, just like a dream, but I don't want to disturb deeply in the dream, dare not make a little voice, dare not give sincere praise, I'm afraid that this little voice will break the fragile beauty.

The rain is getting heavier and wetted my hair; The wind is getting bigger and bigger, and it is moving my skirt. The wind is gentle, not like to move the leaves. Is the wind moved by the beautiful scenery? I have no way to know, and I have no way to guess. Maybe something is not about the result, but about the change in the middle. Looking to the horizon, the drizzle, like yarn, weaves the hazy April day. Looking up at the sky, the rain meets head-on. It coolly wets the dry heart and beats the dream in the heart. I didn't stop because I guess the road ahead is muddy

It's just a road. What I pursue is the scenery in front of me. Why care about the road at my feet?

With the inspiration of nature, I listened to the voice of nature. With the rhythm of spring, I came slowly and moved forward. There are no restrictions and regulations here. Everyone who comes is a guest, and everyone who is a guest can accept the best wishes. I am lucky, but not because I am a guest, but because I have made friends with them. At this moment, I seem to invite rain as my partner and wind as my friend to talk with them. The wind became stronger and the rain became more. The world became restless again, but this time I became one of them. I was excited to debate with them. The sound beat the leaves, and the leaves were tumbling and noisy, rising and falling again and again, making the wind and rain quiet. As I guessed, they also didn't want to disturb these elves. The wind is weak, like a cradle swaying, gently, softly, everything seems so harmonious, the pottery spirit is quiet, they quietly entered the dream in the embrace of spring, in the dream they are a little bit of transformation.

It is spring. She comes quietly and noisily, but her cradle wakes the world and lulls it to sleep.

The composition of junior high school is coming (7)

Dingdong Dingdong, Sister Chun came to the world with joyful steps!

As soon as Sister Chun arrived, the earth woke up from the winter cold. The grass that had been cut and pulled up by people came out of the ground and looked at the "world of spring" curiously with their heads poked out. Without artificial cultivation, they grow taller and stronger under the spring rain and sunshine. At this time, the whole land has become an invisible green sea. The breeze is blowing, and the "big green sea" is surging with "green waves". The "big green sea" sets off red, white, yellow, purple, blue... some strange flowers and flowers of unknown colors. A moist breeze blows, and the rich fragrance of flowers and the smell of spring grass drill straight into the heart and lungs. No matter who you are, you will open your mouth and breathe deeply, like drinking nectar, making you feel relaxed and refreshed. It's really fascinating!

Sister Spring came to the riverside again, and the willow trees with bare branches and no leaves were sleeping in the winter's dream. Sister Chun stroked its small head and said kindly, "It's getting late, my child, and it's time to get up and offer beauty to nature!" The soft willows were blowing in the breeze, and the willows seemed to stretch. Sister Chun looked at it. She was very angry and funny. She waved her sleeves and the sky began to rain like lines. The willows seemed thirsty and disappeared as soon as the rain fell. The willow sucks the rain and dew. Sister Chun looks at its greedy appearance and laughs with her belly in her hands. She lifted the clouds again and drove away happily in the fog. Willow trees sprout small buds on their branches, which are more beautiful because of their embellishment. Grandma Feng seems to have come to congratulate her. The small willow branches kept swinging up and down, as if they were showing off their beautiful hair to Grandma Feng!

Sister Spring came to the orchard again. The peach blossoms are blooming, and they seem to be going to participate in this spring beauty contest. They are drunk. The little red face held a few pale yellow stamens, which seemed particularly quiet. Those clusters of flowers are full of branches, one after another is more red, one after another is more beautiful, competing for beauty. Maybe they have a more beautiful "custom"!

Sister Chun has traveled all over the world. At this time, not only peach blossom, willow, grass, but also birds and fish wake up and everywhere is full of vitality.

Ah, spring, what an unusual season! It is the world of flowers, the sea of trees, the heaven and earth of birds, and the paradise of fish. It is because of her that everywhere is full of colorful scenes.

The composition of junior high school is coming (8)

When the spring sun comes down and turns on the TV, people can clearly see the images, then the clear thoughts, then the vague mood and a little sad shadow.

The breath of spring makes my heart sprout with the gurgling stream, crystal clear and flowing slowly. There are birds chirping in my ears three or two times. It is just the sound of birds chirping, like a beautiful flower blooming in my heart. It is ethereal and clear. Light and elegant.

Unfortunately, when we appreciate green leaves and red flowers. Some people, however, are buried under the rubble forever and sleep forever.

Maybe like us, many students have the dream of Tsinghua University and Beijing University; Like us, we used to talk about Huashan in the classroom. What a high spirited person we used to be. Maybe we often gathered together to talk about heroes when they boiled wine.

How many such youth will be accompanied by, sigh and nothing

It seems that I saw many "olive greens" and saved another life with my own life in spite of danger.

The reason is simple: we are all one family!

See those angels in white actively rescue the wounded, even regardless of their own safety. The Bethune spirit may be like this to move others.

The feeling of being strongly shocked, a little sigh

I got into the bed and cried bitterly. I think that such sadness is less than one percent of those mothers who have just lost their children!

What can we do? We cannot go to the front to provide disaster relief and donate blood. Can only pray silently.

I tied yellow ribbons on the branches of small trees. They told me, how can death be a continuation of another life?

The yellow ribbons full of trees dance with the cold wind

Seems to tell me, cherish yourself, cherish everything around you, cherish all people.

My grandfather's unforgettable words rang in my ears: "The Chinese will not yield."

Yes, in the face of all kinds of difficulties, we must face the reality.

Think of the "olive green", the pure white coat, the wandering yellow ribbon, interwoven into a blue sky of hope. Miracles, I believe.

At the beginning of the night rain, the stars are dim and quiet, and the bitterness that is anonymous in the heart often emerges in the mind on such a cool and watery night, and it is difficult to sleep.

Flowers bloom and fall in the green dream of spring. I see a windmill that will always drive hope. Even in the dark days, still drill.

The composition of junior high school is coming (9)

Stepping over the threshold of winter, I piously lifted the curtain of spring. I want to tell my mother sleeping in the blue water and green mountains that the new year is coming, and the swallow has taken back the warm spring. It snowed for a whole winter, and the land my mother walked through left me with deep thoughts. Mom, how are you? My child kneels at the intersection to say New Year's greetings to you!

When I first cried and lit up your smile, you wrapped your mother's love in my swaddling cloth. I grew up with my love and along your loving eyes, I threw myself into your warm arms. When I stumbled and fell down, it was you who lifted up my courage again and again; When I babble and learn to speak impatiently, it is you who use patience to drive away the troubles in my young heart. So, I became your world, and you walked through the wind and rain in this world.

Do you still remember the river in your hometown, which flows through my colorful childhood, and also drifts away from my mother's call for children. Whenever I play near the water and forget to leave, you always call me home for dinner by my nickname. It's good to have my mother's thoughts. How I want to go back along the river, let my mother love me again, let my mother's voice call me float in the blue sky here!

The old locust tree in front of our house is going to sprout again, and it also starts to miss your smiling face when you expect me to come home from school every day. I know that you are holding the locust tree, waiting for hope, and greeting the safety of the child. Under the tree, you have become the most loving image of a mother. Like the old locust tree, you are forever carved between heaven and earth!

Do you still remember our small and dilapidated old house, which is full of our mother and son's tears, but also full of our mother and son's warmth. Under the lamp, it is you who sew your mother's love on my body one stitch at a time, so that your hard work can protect me from the cold. A pot of noodle soup, I will always eat noodles, and you will always drink heartache. The bitter life is very enjoyable, smiling with tears, waiting for the magpie to fly back to the eaves of our house.

The tree has roots and the water is active. I am your treasure. You are my constant attachment throughout my life. Although you left me to go to heaven, I always feel that you are still busy around me. Your body temperature still emanates from the bed, you are still preparing breakfast for me at the kitchen counter, your kindness is still clear under the old locust tree, and your gentle call echoes on the river

Mom, I miss you, and I want to snuggle up with you in this warm early spring, so that happy tears bloom in the evening of the new spring!

Mom, spring is coming!

The composition of junior high school is coming (10)

The cold winter has passed, and Spring Girl came to the world with light steps.

The news of the earth's awakening has long been spread across the fields by the spring breeze. At this time, the brook began to sing "clattering", as if it was singing for the arrival of Spring Girl. The singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers permeate the nature. Spring Girl embroidered flowers for the earth. The beautiful flowers exude infinite temptation in the wind. The small trees on the river bank began to show a faint green color, and the soft branches swayed in the breeze. On the slanting bank of the river, the vast fields are like covered with a layer of transparent blue yarn, as if the desolation in the late winter is pregnant with the vitality of spring. There is also a little green peeping out of the ground in the soil. This is grass, young life! They add liveliness and beauty to this spring.

The air is so fresh and the sky is so clear. Spring girl happily kisses everything, so gentle, so intimate, just like a loving mother caressing her children, how kind!

I love this beautiful spring, because it is so beautiful, so vibrant!

The composition of junior high school is coming (11)

Slowly, slowly, spring is coming, step by step, the beginning of this year, the vibrant spring will soon come.

Spring came to us with its light steps. The grass looked out to see the world. The spring breeze gently blew on our childish faces, telling us that spring came to us.

Spring, the plan of the year lies in spring. This vigorous spring has arrived. Look at the rice field, people painstakingly sowed the seeds of hope and silently waited for the arrival of hope. Spring finally came to us, bringing people countless hopes and beautiful laughter.

Look, spring is smiling at us. It is waving to us. The so-called wildfire is endless, and the spring wind is blowing again. Spring, it has brought us so much laughter, so much beauty.

Spring is the hope and the beginning of a year. No matter how unhappy we have been in the past year, let's forget all the unhappiness in this spring and believe that tomorrow will be better.

Spring, hope is permanent, spring, gentle breeze, spring, laughter, spring, is our hope, let's spend this spring together with laughter.

Here Comes the Composition of Junior High School (12)

When honey was collected, green snakes opened in spring, the earth revived, and all things woke up from hibernation after a long winter.

Ants began to move, bees began to hunt, as if everything had started anew

In spring, the wheat seedlings straighten up one by one, letting the spring breeze rush on them. The spring wind caresses it, the spring rain moistens it, the sun shines on it, and the wheat seedlings are full of thick spring. The green wheat sprouts formed a sharp contrast with the gray sky.

In spring, all kinds of flowers bloom. Pear blossom, apricot blossom and peach blossom are all in full bloom one after another. There is a ball here, and there is a ball there, which is more like a sweet cotton candy.

"The wild fire can't burn out, and the spring wind blows again." Not bad. Once, the hay by the river was burned by several naughty children. Now the spring wind caresses the earth, and the grass grows again. Against the black ash, it looks very green, just like a beautiful emerald.

In spring, the spring rain moistens the earth like a mother. It is not like the summer shower, coming and going in a hurry. It is also not like the frost and rain in winter, cold and piercing. On the contrary, it makes people feel comfortable, and also makes the farmer uncle happy.

In spring, animals began to clean up the mess before hibernation. As soon as the rainy season came, the ants began to move as soon as they woke up. They lined up in an irregular line to find a shelter as a warm home. The flowers are busy sucking honey with rich fragrance from one bee after another, making a happy buzz. The green snake came out of the cave to the path to start hunting for the first time this year, and successfully caught a delicious meal.

In spring, people also begin to look for the feeling of spring. They come out for outing, flying kites, and playing hide and seek to make spring seem so happy. Children play hide and seek happily on the young grass, making the whole spring full of laughter.

Compared with spring, the leaves in summer are greener, the fruits in autumn are sweeter, and the snowflakes in winter are more holy. Without spring, how can the leaves in summer be greener? Without spring, how can the fruits from autumn and snow melt in winter.

Spring is the beginning of a year, the season when everything recovers. How can one not like spring!

The composition of junior high school is coming (13)

Autumn, a season of missing; Autumn, a lonely season; Autumn is a poetic season. Farewell in autumn, memory in autumn, beauty in autumn.

However, autumn comes again quietly, without any trace, nowhere to be found, which makes me unprepared. The sky was gray as if it had cried, and heavy black clouds pressed the sky out of breath. The green leaves turn yellow little by little. Finally, they can't help the sadness of autumn and drift away little by little. The path paved with a layer of gold carpet seems endless and full of fog. This lonely and beautiful season makes me sad in vain. As I walk along this path, past events emerge in front of me little by little.

I still remember yesterday's autumn. The two girls held each other's hands tightly on the path covered with fallen leaves. Their backs were drawn long by the setting sun, and the breeze caressed their hair. However, they totally ignored the poetic and picturesque atmosphere. They walked on the path where the fallen leaves belong, and their eyes unconsciously showed reluctance and helplessness. They walked and walked like this, as if they wanted to reach the end of the world. One of the girls said: "Xuan, even if you go to study in other places, I will remember you, and our distance will not become far. This season, which is farther than the sky, carries our agreement." Then she suddenly released my hand, turned and ran. I know you must have gone to the place we originally agreed. Suddenly you looked back at me and ran away without looking back. This is the last look back you left for me in autumn.

Watching your receding figure melt into the other side of the sky, as if autumn is really far away from me, as if everything is gradually away from me with her figure. My heart was broken all over the ground, and I couldn't breathe because of the pain. In the end, everything suddenly solidified at that moment, and the picture of memory was thus frozen.

I don't know when I began to fall in love with this sad autumn, and I can't stop it. Looking forward to autumn has indeed become an indispensable part of my life; When autumn comes, I walk on the path that belongs to autumn again and again recklessly, letting the memory overflow; When autumn left quietly, I thought that it took away my precious memory.

However, when the autumn of this year came quietly, I walked the path of autumn repeatedly and never got tired of it. All the feelings were so familiar that I found that the season had been engraved in my mind and never been erased. I suddenly found that in fact, I already have the memories of this season, which is enough.

When the sky is snowing again, autumn seems to be no longer nostalgic

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People praise the colorful spring, but I love the fruitful autumn. I prefer the autumn scenery in the fields! The poplar trees on both sides of the road took off their summer clothes and put on their autumn clothes. When the autumn wind blew, the withered and yellow leaves fell from the branches, like yellow butterflies dancing in the air. Several wild chrysanthemums beside the trees are blooming, adding a lot of color to autumn. On both sides of the road are endless rice fields. In the field, the golden rice was heavy, with intoxicating fragrance, so that the ears of grain could not stand up, but it shook vigorously, as if singing a song of praise for the harvest field. From a distance, the whole paddy field looks like a golden carpet. In the field, the farmers were busy harvesting rice, and from time to time they heard happy laughter. Near the rice field, there is a small field full of tall corn. They whispered as if they were quietly transmitting the harvest message.

Ah! In the autumn fields, you are like a beautiful landscape painting. You are nourished by the hard work of farmers and embellished by the blooming chrysanthemums. Tomorrow, you will be more beautiful and fascinated

People praise the colorful spring, but I love the fruitful autumn. I prefer the autumn scenery in the fields! The poplar trees on both sides of the road took off their summer clothes and changed into their autumn clothes. A gust of autumn wind blew, and the withered and yellow leaves fell from the branches, like yellow butterflies dancing in the air. Several wild chrysanthemums beside the trees are blooming, adding a lot of color to autumn. On both sides of the road are endless rice fields. In the field, the golden rice was heavy, with intoxicating fragrance, so that the ears of grain could not stand up, but it shook vigorously, as if singing a song of praise for the harvest field. From a distance, the whole paddy field looks like a golden carpet. In the field, the farmers were busy harvesting rice, and from time to time they heard happy laughter. Near the rice field, there is a small field full of tall corn. They whispered as if they were quietly transmitting the harvest message.

Ah! In the autumn fields, you are like a beautiful landscape painting. You will be more beautiful and charming tomorrow under the moisture of farmers' hard work and the embellishment of competing chrysanthemums.

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When I chanted like a poet: "Bright spring, bold summer, clean winter", Miss Qiu came!

Miss Qiu put on her golden clothes and quietly came to our busy city. Miss Qiu looked at the green leaves hidden in the thick trees of Miss Chun's masterpiece. She couldn't help being jealous, and rose up a cherry mouth. She took people to sleep, and secretly turned all the leaves hidden in the tree into yellow. Miss Qiu was very happy for her masterpiece, and thought, "This is too rigid. Add something." Hum..., wind, hum wind! Miss Qiu thought of her brother Qiufeng, and cried out, "Qiufeng, come here quickly, I need your help". The autumn wind came quickly, and immediately shouted... The big maple leaves were blown off. Miss Qiu gave her a blow, and said wrongly, "Why did you hit me?" Miss Qiu said angrily, "Elegant, you must be elegant to show my beauty." At this time, a person came and saw the maple leaves fluttering all over the sky. He said casually, "Stop and sit in the maple forest at night. The frost leaves are redder than the flowers in February." Miss Qiu was moved and left tears all over the place. She thought that the fields still needed me, and could not stop, so Miss Qiu left.

When she came to the field, everyone fell asleep, and Miss Qiu stopped crying. She really wanted to know what dreams these farmers had. She secretly opened everyone's dreams and saw that gold was everywhere, and everyone was cheering for a bumper harvest. Miss Qiu said firmly, "I will certainly make everyone's dream come true." She used all her magic skills to turn the fields into gold. Because she didn't sleep for a day, she fell on the wheat and had a sweet sleep. As the day passed, she heard the cheering and joy of the farmer's uncle, and she was very happy, Miss Qiu is going to other places.

Miss Qiu went to the place and people where she was needed, as well as Qiufeng who was beaten, and still carried out her obligations.

When I once chanted:

Although winter is clean and too cold;

Although spring is bright and charming;

Summer is too hot and unrestrained;

The beauty of autumn is golden, full and promising.

The composition of junior high school is coming (16)

In the cold winter when the snow and ice were gone, we ushered in the spring when everything was revived, birds were crowing and flowers were blooming.

Spring is really a vivid and wonderful season. The spring breeze gently blows across the earth, and the grass in the earth comes out one by one. The beautiful willow tree draws out its branches and brushes the cheek of the lake water, arousing waves. The lake water comes alive and gets busy. The sleeping little fish were also awakened by several ripples of the lake water. After a while, Father Sun came out to join in the excitement. The sun shines and wakes up in the big tree. Several birds stand firmly in the big tree and sing loudly. The song is clear and graceful, bright and melodic. This beautiful song wakes up the flowers, who come out of their deep dreams, as if they are smiling at spring.

Far away in the fields, there were farmers who were busy with their farm work. They sowed all kinds of hopes in spring, hoping to have a good harvest in late autumn. They are so simple, industrious and pious. Every seed is hard won, and every harvest needs hard irrigation. I hope that when the rich fruits are presented to our table again and again, we can also think of how difficult it is for farmers to work hard in this spring. Cherish the fruits of hope, and don't waste your efforts.

The children took off their thick cotton padded clothes, put on beautiful and new spring clothes, and rushed out happily to have fun in the land of spring and the fields of hope. The little boy, always chasing butterflies for the beautiful little girl, hunted the wind in the dense flowers. The naughty children teased the insects who had just left home, and asked everyone to come and have a look. The insects ignored the children's smiling faces and were busy with their own affairs in spring. Sometimes, the children and their parents are on the street, strolling around the spring market, lively and interesting. Before long, they went to school to start new courses, new goals, new efforts, and new hopes.

Spring is an intoxicating season. I like this beautiful season very much. Spring wakes everything up, beautifies the environment, constantly makes us feel the breath of spring, and adds new luster to our world. This is the role and charm of spring. In spring, it is not just the songs of orioles, the new buds of willows and the tender bamboo shoots that have just drilled out a small tip. It is more a symbol, a hope. We plant the seeds of hope in spring. Through constant efforts and irrigation, we harvest what we should have in the harvest season.

Spring is an important season. It is important for us to sow in this season, so that we can reap. Spring constantly reminds us that at the beginning of this season, we must have hope and goals, and start to work hard, so that we can get returns and become better.

Here Comes the Composition of Junior High School (17)

Along a winding path, the newly born leaves are more dim in the rain, even if it is difficult to hide the charm of spring. In the dim, there are the dancing elves, who are full of vitality, and their dancing wings seem to be green barriers. I don't have the heart to disturb this quiet party. I just want to listen to it, accept the baptism of nature, and enjoy ordinary but ancient and elegant music. There is no city noise, no car whistle. Here, only I, a lonely passer-by, is left, but because of loneliness, peace is created; Here, only the dancing spirit, the hazy sense of music, but because of the hazy achievements of life. Everything here is too beautiful, just like a dream, but I don't want to disturb deeply in the dream, dare not make a little voice, dare not give sincere praise, I'm afraid that this little voice will break the fragile 'beauty.

It's just a road. What I pursue is the scenery in front of me. Why care about the road at my feet?

It is spring. She comes quietly and noisily, but her cradle wakes the world and lulls it to sleep.

The composition of junior high school is coming (18)

In ordinary daily life, everyone has more or less come into contact with the composition. The composition must focus on the theme, and make in-depth exposition around the same theme. Do not talk about anything, the theme is lax or even no theme. What kind of composition have you seen? The following is the junior high school composition collected and sorted by Xiao Bian. Welcome to read and collect it.

It is said that autumn is a season of sadness and a time of separation. But have you ever thought that autumn is also a season of harvest and joy.

I stood at the door silently, waiting for the arrival of autumn, waiting to see a yellow leaf falling from the tree covered with dead leaves. Then, the leaves of the whole tree followed the first one and fell down one after another, like beautiful butterflies flying in the air. The leaves on the ground seemed to cover a big secret. So I was elated. I plucked the leaves and looked for my big secret, but there was nothing under the leaves. Only the thick cement ground laughed at me and laughed at my stupidity. I stood up and looked up at the sky, hoping that he could bring me a surprise, but what I saw was still the blue sky that remained unchanged for thousands of years.

The temperature of autumn also slowly dropped down. I put on a coat, still stood at the door in a lonely position, with my hands in my pockets, watching people hurriedly walk past me wrapped in thick clothes, and smiled at me from time to time. Autumn is really a sad and lonely season.

Since there are lonely times, there must be happy times. The fields in autumn are extremely lively. The rice fields are golden, which looks like a golden carpet from a distance. The grains of rice are very plump, and the stems are bent down. Look at the fiery sorghum. From a distance, it's just a little girl in a red hat, dancing with the breeze. Then look over there and see the red persimmons, like red lanterns and smiling faces of children. If you peel off the thin skin of a persimmon, it will reveal the fresh flesh. If you taste it again, it will be as sweet as honey. Look at the beautiful autumn chrysanthemums. They are colorful and diverse. I see. Why not make people happy.

When autumn comes, winter is not far away. Let's put aside loneliness and sadness and feel the joy of harvest.