From what to what junior high school composition model essay one
From primary school to junior high school
Primary school is not guilty;
Junior high school is mature and steady.
From primary school to junior high school, we have changed too much. ...
In primary school, we walked into the campus with cartoon schoolbags on our backs, and the only way to face the strangers around us was to cry. In grade one, we count our fingers in class; In the second grade, we participated in the school sports meeting together; In the third grade, we learned to add, subtract, multiply and divide; In grade four, we celebrate Children's Day on June 1st. In the fifth grade, we ushered in the first monthly exam and realized the pressure of competition; In the sixth grade, we faced the ranking, and several families were happy and several were sad. In the past six years, we have been inseparable from strangers. We face failure together and enjoy success together.
During the break in primary school, girls love to chat with their teachers, while others gather around to draw pictures. The spacious classroom is full of girls. Boys are really restless. We can see them chasing and fighting in classrooms and corridors. This is us in the lower grades. Between classes in the fifth and sixth grades, a little bit of childishness has faded. Girls either get together to gossip or do their homework, and boys stop chasing them. Some are addicted to novels and cartoons brought secretly, while others are dealing with other classes. Yes, childlike innocence is gradually disappearing.
Unconsciously, the graduation ceremony arrived, and it was not until that day that I woke up from the dream of those six years. It turns out that these six years are over and we graduated.
In the autumn of September, we walked into different schools and faced strange classmates and teachers again. We stopped crying and chose silence. In the first week, we met rational number and visited Mr. Zhu Lao's spring. In the second week, we ushered in the first class Committee election and parent-teacher conference; In the third week, we experienced a wonderful basketball game; In the fourth week, we experienced a mock exam. 1October, we ushered in the first inspection, 1 1 month, we ushered in the second inspection, but found that the pace of the final exam became clearer and clearer. In junior high school, we are sensible and everything seems so mature and serious.
Compared with the recess in primary school, the recess in junior high school is so quiet. Against the background of green trees, the teaching building looks so grand and solemn. When the bell rang, the whole class turned a deaf ear and still buried themselves in their books. After a while, some people couldn't sit still and went out for a walk. Some people put away their textbooks and take out geography and biology workbooks; Some people cram textbooks into drawers at random and take them out to study. In the huge classroom, there is only the sound of asking questions and the "rustling" sound of paper and pen rubbing. Listen carefully, no laughter, no running footsteps, completely different.
We are naive and ignorant in primary school; We in junior high school are perfect, mature and generous. From being naughty to being self-disciplined, from being afraid of life to being generous, from being ignorant to being sensible, we have all changed.
From primary school to junior high school, we are no longer what we used to be, but getting better.
From what to what junior high school composition model essay II
From timidity to self-confidence
Time passes quietly like sand in your hand. Day and night alternate, spring goes to Qiu Lai, flowers wither, and everything circulates. I am deeply rooted in the rapid passage of time and grow up slowly.
I have been quiet and taciturn since I was a child. I always don't raise my hand to answer questions in class, which makes me feel insecure and I don't have the courage to talk to you on stage.
Once, there was a speech contest in the class, and every student had to give a speech on the stage. I am too scared to speak on the platform in front of the whole class. If I make a fool of myself, I'll lose face! The teacher patted me on the shoulder encouragingly. It is so light, but it is so warm in my heart. My whole body seems full of energy.
The teacher's casual ordinary behavior gave me great courage, so I carefully prepared the manuscript and practiced in front of the mirror again and again. In the early morning, the sound of practicing manuscripts sounded in the birdsong; On weekdays, the noise of students will also ring the voice of practicing manuscripts; At night, the familiar sound of practicing calligraphy will still ring in silence.
After practicing again and again, I have been able to speak easily. I was very excited on the day of the game. When I was about to give a speech, my heart was pounding and I was on pins and needles. I began to hesitate, hesitated, and had the idea of giving up again. At this time, the teacher turned his head and threw me a smile. The teacher's smile is gentle, and her clear eyes are full of encouragement and expectation. Like the warm sunshine in winter, it gives me courage, and like the gentle breeze in spring, it blows into my heart. Me? Really? Yes, I can!
I walked slowly to the podium and the whole class stared at me. Time seems to stand still at this moment. I took a deep breath and began to speak. My loud voice rang out from the silent platform, and the classroom was full of fluent words. The scene of constant practice flashed through my mind, and the success was here. Finally, it won warm applause from the students with a perfect ending. Things go wrong and I won the prize.
Since then, I have become more and more confident and dare to speak loudly. It took a lot of courage to change from a timid me to a confident me, and I did it. The small podium gave me confidence, and I will never be timid again on the big stage, because I know that "self-confidence is the first step to success!" " "
From timidity to self-confidence, I changed again and again, which made me grow. Whenever I encounter difficulties, I will say to myself, "Come on, I can do it!" " "
From then on, I, uh, grew up. From timidity to confidence, I can. Time flies. On the way, I grow up instantly, spend flowers all the way and become a better self.
From what to what junior high school composition model essay three
From envy to being envied
You stand on the bridge and watch the scenery, and the people watching the scenery look at you upstairs.
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When I was a child, I always watched others take the stage to receive awards, and I always fantasized in my mind. When I was in the lower grades of primary school, I watched my brothers and sisters take the stage to receive awards. The certificates and awards in my hand caught my eye. I applaud with others, and then I will stop after the drum, after watching it, and after enjoying it. Compared with watching the excitement, it is more fantasy and envy.
In early spring, just after school started, the school held an award ceremony. The person who took the stage to receive the award this time is about the same age as me because of his outstanding achievements. This time, I watched others receive their prizes, the bright smiles on their faces and the winners in their hands. My heart seems to have been stabbed with a knife, and it hurts faintly. The expression on her face is paralyzed and expressionless; My hand seems to have only air left, and it is empty ... Coincidentally, this evening, a just-concluded football final began to award prizes. Looking at the gold medal on the players' chest and listening to the cheers of the players, my heart was hit hard. I began to be less fascinated by envy and ignorance, but appreciated and echoed "I want to go up" in my heart. ...
With the arrival of early spring, the grass sprouted; With the arrival of the new semester, my heart is growing. I began to hope from ignorance to hard work, to be envied, and finally to succeed.
At first, I worked hard and studied hard, which can be said to be getting up early and getting greedy for the dark. But after a semester, I can only be an audience. I began to question myself, and my energy seemed to dissipate.
I spent a confused summer vacation. However, in the early autumn, in a new semester, the headmaster's encouraging words on the stage, such as the spring rain that fell on the cracked land after a long drought, lit up my heart-grades will not deceive people. So, I know my efforts are not enough. Jealousy dissipated and tried to float back. I began to try new learning methods and change my learning state. In a mock exam near the end of the term, my grades are like a bumper harvest in autumn. I began to be admired by people, but I was not confused by honor and achievements, but redoubled my efforts to win another bumper harvest. In the end, standing on the podium, I am no longer an audience who has seen many "performances", and I am no longer interested in the rewards of my opponents as I used to be under the stage. Instead, I am confident because of my hard work, success and honor. Looking at the envious eyes of the audience, my heart kept echoing: they are just like me. My heart is full of joy.
I will never dream in ignorance again, but work hard.
While being envied, I realized that actual action is reality, and envy of others is fantasy. And when you are envied, only with an open mind can you have greater success.
From what to what junior high school composition model essay four
From familiarity to strangeness
Life is like a bus. A few people got on the bus and had fun with you, and a few people got off the bus and forgot about you. Few people accompany you to the terminal. But you write them down silently and expect them to get on the bus for the second time.
Yuanyuan, are you free to come down and play tonight? "Right away!" Standing downstairs, I shouted at her house with all my strength. We don't know each other very well. We only met once.
In kindergarten, everyone looked at each other curiously. The teacher suddenly called two names, but I didn't listen carefully. "Is Yuanyuan there?" The name attracted me. I look for my roots in crying and crowds. "Hello, I like your name very much. Can we be good friends? " "That's great! I have good friends! "
Kindergarten * * * three stops, she took my three-stop bus, and hurriedly got off with a folder with memories. Before I left, I grabbed her, stole a trace of her memory and put it in the car.
In primary school, we all forgot each other, which is destiny takes a hand. We are in a primary school. After seeing me, we lost our enthusiasm. We all just smiled at each other mechanically and left in a hurry. Gradually, we forgot each other. She got on my car, got off my car and never got up again. This is an acquaintance.
When I was in the sixth grade, I was in a trance, and I was not in the state for a whole year. Junior high school, women's track and field games, I heard the teacher calling the names of the players on the radio. "Yuanyuan, you go to the gym right away to concentrate." I was stunned. The name Yuanyuan seems to have been heard somewhere. As soon as the bell rang, I ran to the gym with fragmentary memories. I saw that she was the one who left me a little memory! I ran excitedly to catch up with her. "Do we know each other?" I stood there for a long time, and the only memory she left in my car was blowing in the wind.
Her dormitory is next door to mine. One day I met her and immediately grabbed her: "Yuanyuan, don't you remember me?" "Who are you? I have work to do, so I have to go first. "
Many days later, I greeted her, and gradually she began to avoid me, and I saw her less often.
One day, a boy from Grade Two found me and told me not to harass his sister Yuanyuan. I apologized to him. It seems that my efforts didn't remind her that she had been in my car after all, which is strange.
She has changed, not the little girl who left in a hurry. She became a driver, and I left her bus in a hurry and never got on it again. From acquaintance to stranger, we became strangers.
From what to what junior high school composition model essay five
From germination to fruiting
A person's life, like vegetation, goes from germination to fruition and then to maturity. Investigate its root, the first two stages just reflect the process that people gradually move from naivety to maturity and from adolescence to youth.
Just entering middle school life, the original excitement is gradually decreasing with time. I have never experienced boarding life in primary school. I often miss my warm home alone at midnight, my dear family, and I often can't sleep because of missing.
In my lonely life at school, I found a way to provide fun and reduce stress-planting plants. In the fast-paced and stressful campus life, this is not a special way to relieve stress.
I often go to my secret base alone after training at night-there is a meadow under a big tree that belongs to me. I picked up the cup and began to drink water. When my hand was pulled so carefully and suddenly, the water gushed out, and then slowly drew a circle to keep the land next to the vegetation moist. Then, I slowly raised my hand and let the water spray evenly on every green leaf. After doing this, I slowly stopped and looked at the grass.
I don't know what grass it is, but I don't care. All I care about is being immersed in it. Every day, only at this time, my mood is the most relaxed, regardless of academic performance, other people's evaluation and so on. At this moment, there is only me and this grass in my world.
But because I am a careless person, I often forget to water it. I didn't water it for a whole week during the exam. When I suddenly remembered this grass, I thought it was going to die. But it turns out that I was wrong. When I came to the big tree, I found that the grass grew more luxuriantly. I marvel at its tenacious vitality, its tenacity, its tenacity and its tenacity.
At that time, the class teacher saw my impetuousness and began to talk to me. Only then did I realize how naive and ridiculous I was, but I also recognized myself. I became the first in my class, and I began to study hard. I have been exercising and improving myself almost all the time.
The mid-term exam results came out, and I achieved unexpected good results, ranking first in grade 100. At the same time, my grass also bloomed two flowers, and I was amazed at its tenacity and tenacity. In the face of such good news, I am not frivolous, or the same as before, no different.
I am grateful for this meadow. Its tenacity and tenacity have given me new strength. I can feel that I am more mature.
From what to what junior high school composition model essay six
From accompanying peers to traveling alone.
Walking alone, only one figure is reflected on the glass.
When I was in primary school, my mother was very busy and didn't have time to pick me up. Grandma took the responsibility of picking me up and taking me away by bus every day. The bus stop is at the side door of the neighborhood next door. Every time I walk back, I have to go through the shops that can't be rented out in the neighborhood next door. I can see the dark glass wall inside, and two similar figures are reflected in tandem, either laughing or silent. Later, one figure was taller than the other, and the other figure changed.
Maybe it's because I grew up, maybe my grandmother's hair became a little gray, or something else. Anyway, my grandmother stopped accompanying me to and from school, and my family gave me a green card to leave school by myself, so I went home by myself.
I came home from school in the sixth grade, and I was not alone. Two students from different classes in the same grade walked with me. We often discuss our studies, talk about the situation of each class and interesting things, share books and movies we like and are watching recently ... There is a little more laughter on the road, and most shops are rented out. On the glass wall facing the light, three people are fighting, laughing and laughing. Later, the three figures dispersed separately, leaving only one figure with heavy steps alone.
Xiaoshengchu separated us like a ruthless hand and installed us in several different schools, so loneliness really came. I was the only one walking, and only one figure was reflected on the glass.
This is a melancholy and heavy figure. The shop was closed, transferred, and the contract expired. It was dark and even more chaotic. While walking slowly, the figure silently stared at the dead shop. Suddenly, the figure seemed to think of something and smiled more brightly than flowers. Maybe it's remembering the happy days before. Smiling, a few drops of water embraced the earth, I don't know if it was sweat or tears. The huge schoolbag, pressed on the figure, made the figure heavy and depressed for a few minutes.
I hope that figure can stand up, lift the heavy schoolbag, and walk towards hope, success and the future with that bright smile.
This figure is walking, walking, full of joy and happiness, towards hope, towards success and towards the future!
From what to what junior high school composition model essay seven
From alley to playground
I spent my whole childhood in that alley.
That is an alley in front of my grandmother's house, paved with cement, surrounded by tall rental houses, only one or two meters apart.
Although it is such an ordinary alley, it has brought me many unique and wonderful times.
Early in the morning, after eating my grandma's fried glutinous rice cake and thick rice porridge, I couldn't wait to run to the alley and shout, "Cousin, Cousin, come down and play ..." My voice kept echoing in the alley, floating upward in the cool morning breeze, and reaching their ears with the slightly moist fog.
This is the most common way to send messages in that place at that time. Compared with the current "mechanical voice", this way can better express everyone's feelings about temperature and convey a deep affection.
With a burst of footsteps, my cousin came. We danced and shouted excitedly and whispered about today's game plan at grandma's door. ...
The three of us, like three different chemicals, will have a chemical reaction together. We will think of the colorful wall tiles opposite as pieces of "oil", and the door of grandma's house is a safe "mouse hole"; We "mice" should not only "steal oil", but also be careful of dangerous "cats"; Brick walls sometimes gather bad people. We will dip the discarded paper towels in the water on the balcony and smash them hard to crack down on the bad guys. Like a thief, he will secretly drill a hole formed by disrepair in the New Year and sneak to the slide in the next community to play. We will also ...
At that time, the wind was soft, the flowers were sweet and greasy, and the wall tiles at that time had magical powers ... At that time, our happy smiles gradually melted in the white sunshine. ...
The time in front of grandma is fleeting, and the day passes quickly.
With the growth of age, homework becomes heavier and heavier. I went back to my grandmother's house less and less, and I played less and less in that familiar alley. Instead, it is the playground in the school.
The school playground is very big and empty, with warm sunshine pouring down, slightly hot flat ground and several lush trees on both sides.
My classmates and I were sweating like a pig, running hard on the runway and waking up a meadow. Almost at the end, the students on both sides cheered, and my steps accelerated, sprinted and won.
I threw myself into my classmates' arms with a smile. We are all happy because we won. Looking up, the sunshine is still the sunshine, and the breeze is also the breeze, but my smile now has a purpose and complicated reasons.
Now we are sweating like rain, playing sports and being bound by the iron rope of purpose-preparing for the physical examination of the senior high school entrance examination, and we are no longer playing for happiness. I often wonder, will my childhood alleys and smiling faces miss me?
I walked from the happy and carefree alley of my childhood to the playground with goals and efforts in junior high school, and smiled to achieve my goals.
From what to what junior high school composition model essay eight
From cycling to walking
When I was a child, I didn't like walking to school alone. Maybe it's because I'm too tired to walk. Grandpa always comes over and rides me to school.
"Grandpa, I'm going to be late! Hurry up! " I shouted at grandpa. Grandpa immediately pushed his old bike out: "coming, coming!" " "Let me get on the bus.
His car is very old, and it creaks when you step on it, which makes people very uncomfortable. "Grandpa, you should change the car. Too old. Don't ride on the old man. " Grandpa smiled and said, "No change, no change. It is still young and can carry you. " Although grandpa's bike shakes when driving, I'm not afraid of grandpa. He will protect me.
The breeze gently brushed his cheek, and grandpa would smile and say, "Listen, little darling, the wind is talking to you!" " "I followed grandpa's words and heard nothing:" Grandpa, you lied to me, nothing! " "
"That's because you didn't listen attentively." Grandpa said kindly.
Listen attentively, as if you really heard the words of the wind. Sitting in the back seat of an old bicycle, leaning his head on grandpa's back, watching catkins dance lightly in the wind, serene and quiet.
No matter whether it is rainy or sunny, grandpa always sits in front of the bike and appears at the school gate on time, never letting me shed anxious tears like other children.
However, grandpa is as old as a bicycle, and the bicycle will break down. The doctor said that I can't do high-intensity exercise anymore, and I can't be sent away in the future. Rain or shine has sent me for four years. I am old enough to go to school by myself, but my grandfather is not at ease and wants to send me to school. Just like that old bike, when I am old, I still carry me and my grandfather with my solid body. Just like the bicycle in grandpa's mouth, although it is old, it is still "young".
And I, like me in my mouth, my grandfather is old, but I still ride him like a bicycle, and I try my best to escort me with all my love. When you grow up, it's time for walking to school and independence.
From that day on, I no longer depend on my grandfather, because I know that he and his bike are old. I learned to set my own alarm clock, go to school by myself, and get used to going to school by myself. It's still a little dark at 6: 30 in the morning, but I'm not afraid, because I know grandpa's love is still with me. Blowing the wind, standing on flowers and watching the sun break away from the clouds, I went to school alone.
After coming home one day, grandpa moved his bike out and could see that he had cleaned it carefully. "Little darling, I'll send you tomorrow!" "He said with a smile.
Later, I learned that his illness was almost cured and he could do some exercise occasionally.
Sitting in the back seat of a bicycle, just like that morning when I was a child, I listened attentively to the sound of the wind and heard it say, "You have grown up!" " "
Catkin flying all over the sky,
Even once in a while, I am satisfied.
From what to what junior high school composition model essay nine
From country stage to TV channel
Grandma likes the theater. What she likes to see is the famous Bai Zixi in her hometown.
When I was a child, I often went back to my hometown with my grandmother on September 15th of the lunar calendar. September 15 I don't know which god gave birth to it. My grandmother believes in God, so she will go back to sacrifice. At the same time, a troupe will be invited to perform in the village, starting at 8 o'clock every night and ending at 10. After lunch, I often go to the village stage with my grandmother to watch a play.
The stage is made of stone, and it is made of rectangular stone. There are also various patterns engraved on the stone, among which the pattern in the middle is "Dragon Playing Pearl", and there are four Optimus Prime on the stage, which are surrounded by a dragon. On the whole, the whole stage is magnificent.
At eight o'clock, the play started on time. As the curtain opened, the horn sounded and the characters in the play began to perform in colorful clothes. The whole village echoed with the sound of horns, erhu and other musical instruments, sometimes powerful and bright, and sometimes desolate and distant. Music twists and turns with the development of the plot, and the characters in the play are also very distinctive: red face means loyalty, green face means courage, and black face means justice; There is also a comedy character "white nose", a military commander with a long beard and a pennant, and a civilian wearing a hat ... so that you can see the characteristics of the characters at a glance. Grandma's favorite play is "Mu Lian Save Mother". In the story, Mulian's mother died because she ate the poisoned dog meat sent by her brother during abstinence from meat, and Monk Mulian struggled to save her mother from hell. Grandma saw that Mulian's mother stamped her feet with anger after eating poisoned dog meat, so she taught me a few more words. She also applauded excitedly when she saw Mulian's successful rescue of her mother ... At that time, she felt that the play was very boring and often fell asleep in her arms.
Later, I went to primary school and couldn't go back with my grandmother. The troupe was not allowed to act in the village, so I put a movie at the entrance of the village instead. Grandma often complains that she can't watch movies, so dad bought a new set-top box for grandma to watch movies. This TV is really great. Some special effects were added to beautify the sound. In fact, I like the twists and turns of Bai Zixi's story very much, and I often immerse myself in it. But grandma's interest and excitement in going to the theatre is far less than before. Before, she was never sleepy even if she saw it late, and she was still so energetic. But now she changed the TV channel and dozed off after a while.
Later, when I returned to my hometown again, I saw that the majestic stage in the past was worn out and the whole stage was covered with green moss. The pattern of "Shuanglong Play Pearl" is blurred, and even the dragon body has been polished. The dragon on Optimus Prime has lost its ears and mouth. My heart is sour and full of regret for the decline of the stage, where grandma dreamed.
The years have changed, and time flies. From the rural stage to the TV channel, it is the change of the cultural carrier of "Bai Zixi" and also witnessed the development of the times.
From what to what junior high school composition model essay ten
From yard to campus
With the growth of age, we gradually moved from the small yard where we played as children to the campus where we studied and lived every day. They are all precious parts of my memory.
I went to kindergarten in my hometown when I was a child. There is a small yard in our home, which is about the size of a classroom. There is a white dog in the yard, which my aunt picked up from the roadside. My grandmother likes plants, so a quarter of the yard is used to grow flowers and bamboo. Some cabbages were planted in the corner of the yard. You can imagine how comfortable it is to live there.
Spring is the season when a hundred flowers blossom. Whenever grandma goes to water the flowers in the yard and grandpa takes care of the bamboo, I always take my little white dog with me. The yard is full of flowers, bees and butterflies are playing in groups among the flowers, and the yard instantly becomes a paradise for insects.
I was too young to help. When my grandparents are watering, I will only imitate them by holding some water with their hands and scattering it around, so I am often drenched by water. The little white dog is not a fuel-efficient lamp. Very lively and active. Once, it suddenly jumped on the flower bed and overwhelmed a large piece of flowers, which made me scolded by my grandmother.
The yard in winter is a silver world. The yard is snowy, like a white carpet, and there are crystal ice cones on the plastic shed. The flowers in the yard have withered, and only bamboo and plum blossoms stand in the snow. The red petals of plum blossom are in full bloom, burning like a flame in winter, reflecting its powerful nature.
At this time, I always wear boots and play with my friends in the snow. We made a snowman in the snow and fought with poles, but we were always flushed with cold and didn't want to go into the house. Everyone races and plays hide-and-seek in the snow, and sometimes some cats run across the courtyard wall.
Now, I am in junior high school. With more homework, the environment has changed. We have to face new networks and friends and many unknown challenges. The main subjects range from English to history, politics and biology. There will naturally be more homework. If you are a slow-moving classmate, you may not finish your homework after studying at night.
In the new environment, there are more experts in the school, and the competition becomes more cruel and fierce. Everyone wants to win a place for himself. While studying, we should take good care of our lives. We must be independent and do everything on our own.
There are still many roads from the yard to the campus and from childhood to the student days. We should work harder and live a wonderful life.
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