No matter in study, work or life, everyone often comes into contact with composition. Composition is a verbal activity that is highly comprehensive and creative. What kind of composition can be called an excellent composition? The following is a collection of essays on love for the third grade of junior high school. It is for reference only. Let’s take a look at it. Love for the third grade of junior high school composition 1
The screams filled my eardrums. Opening my eyes, I saw a sea of ??glow sticks under the stage. I smiled and took a deep breath. Walking to the center of the stage...
I have always been willing to admit my bond with music, and I will never give up until I die. It seems that after the name Huang Chi Yeol was born, there should be a "place" for the word music. This boundless love for music has already penetrated deep into his soul. I don’t want to give up anymore in this life...
When I was a child, when I heard the music playing, I couldn’t help but follow it. How could I, who was ignorant at that time, have imagined that it was as complicated as a huge whirlpool? And I was so unprepared and willing to perish. It's just that it was the original pure soul love!
The days when I first arrived in Seoul. I kept telling myself that no matter how difficult it was, I could never give up on music, just because it was my original pursuit. After my part-time job is over, my exclusive stage is under the viaduct. I am a "singer under the bridge", enjoying the cold wind, shivering alone, and singing my most authentic love and pursuit of dreams with my passionate and hoarse voice. I often think:
There is a person in the cold wind, with his arms open, even though he is shivering from the cold, but he still eagerly produces beautiful notes one after another. It contains my passionate love and appeal for music, and at the same time stimulates the passion for music in my body. The blood that seemed to burst out of my body was my sinking obsession with music.
However, the arms of the goddess of fate never seem to be stingy about embracing me. When I began to see glimmers of hope, she personally pushed me into the seemingly hopeless abyss. I began to feel depressed, but it was a dream that redeemed my heart that was close to indulgence. It helped me put on the "brake" in time, so I started to think, why should I give up after I have scolded myself countless times? But thankfully I didn't veer off course. Back to the boundless world of music. This is probably the love of the soul that never gives up!
Through the ups and downs along the way, I understand that in order to succeed, experience is necessary, and no one’s success comes in vain. Even if I have been dormant for nine years, why not sing under the bridge? That is my strength that helps me succeed.
The moment I closed my eyes, the music prelude sounded, and I gradually began to sing about my glorious music era, and at this time, the audience was boiling... Love for the third grade of junior high school composition 2
That day, my mother gave me a special gift, my first pet dog. At just one glance, I fell in love with it.
I grew up with it. When he was young, I was always afraid that the edges and corners of the house would damage his delicate body, so I would always chase him and tell him, "Be careful!" I was very nervous. Later, I would often lie on the bed with him. Look at the stars in the sky, and watch his dark eyes radiate a brilliant light that captures your heart. I couldn't help but want to know what he was thinking. Seeing him in a trance, I felt infinitely satisfied. I secretly fed him the meat he liked to eat, and when I gave him a bath, I watched him hold up the bubbles on his head and playfully splash water all over me. She opened her mouth and smiled "haha". That smile has the power to heal people's hearts. It was warm and soft, and my heart melted. He cured all the unhappiness and actually laughed along with it. At that time, I just wanted to see him laugh, play with him, pet him, and hold him in my arms.
It turns out that loving him means being happy with him when he is happy; loving him means taking care of him when he is sick, feeling sorry for him, and wishing him peace.
I still remember that day when it got sick. At a loss what to do, I felt scared, guilty, and worried. If you are on an isolated island, there is no one to rescue you. I had to grab the last straw and rush to the hospital. The smell of disinfectant is suffocating. I stayed close, helping the doctor hold down her legs, stroking her back and comforting her: "It's going to be fine." But my tears had already burst, and my eyes were already red from crying, but I didn't blink. I learned from the veterinarian about her illness and how to care for her.
After I got home, I guarded it and felt at ease when I saw him sleeping; I fed water into his mouth drop by drop with a dropper; I put the water into the meat paste and fed it to him. I'm relieved to see it getting better.
I love it because of its lively and lovely character, optimistic and innocent attitude, and courage to fight hard.
Do you know? He is the best separate space for my soul, the peaceful realm in my heart. No matter how disgusting and hopeless life may be at times, as long as it is there, it always makes me feel happy, at peace, and satisfied. It gave me the courage to believe in the beauty of the world as always, and gave me the baptism of life.
I love it to the bone marrow, touching the nerves, going deep into the soul, and caring about it all the time. Composition 3: Love for the third grade of junior high school
Sitting in a car and driving into the depths of the wheat field, smelling the smell of wheat, feeling the coolness of autumn, and imagining the taste of hometown.
At the end of this holiday of studying, I was finally able to return to my hometown. The wheat fields in my hometown are like rolling waves. The breeze blows, and the endless wheat fields are filled with layers of wheat waves, rolling and surging. Maizi also lowered his head and bent his waist, as if to welcome us. This golden ocean swallowed up my thoughts so unbridled, tempting my appetite, and made me deeply intoxicated in this wave.
Through the streets and alleys, the stone slabs on the road made my journey very bumpy. Gradually, gradually, this scenery became more and more familiar, and finally stopped in front of the door. I got out of the car briskly, trotted through the door, and listened to the hoarse welcome of the guard dog. I felt so happy.
I pushed open the kitchen door, and a burst of hot air surged out from inside, carrying a fragrance that spread, spread, occupying my heart and seducing my taste buds. What comes into view is the golden potato cubes mixed with the fat and lean braised pork, the dazzling array of "fried three dices", the attractive white meat floating on the slightly white bone soup, and the looming meat sinking in the bottom of the soup. Pieces of white radish and shiitake mushrooms...
Without saying a word, we sat down and started enjoying the delicious food in the empty courtyard. It feels so good to sit and eat together as a family! The eldest brother devoured the pig's trotters, squinting his eyes happily; the second brother sat cross-legged with vegetable scraps in his mouth; the eldest sister also chewed the pig's trotters, completely ruining her usual ladylike image. I was the same, extremely happy, and the creator of this dish, my grandma, was watching with a bright smile on her face.
I have loved my grandma’s cooking since I was a child. When I was in kindergarten, I cried and made trouble to my grandma and insisted on eating the food cooked by her. Grandma has always been proud of this.
Looking at the grandma now, wearing a white hat and handmade cloth shoes, standing upright at the table. She seems to be a reflection of the majority of farmers. Perhaps the taste of hometown in the dishes I have always loved can only be made by farmers.
Think about the current mainstream, those people who are happy to eat in restaurants, have they ever experienced such a taste of hometown? Have you ever stopped thinking about food safety while eating?
Try to feel the taste of your hometown! I love the fragrance of the wheat, the deliciousness of the food, and the taste of my hometown. Love for the third grade of junior high school composition 4
Chasing dreams, since you have chosen to pursue that glorious dream, you cannot be afraid of the difficulties on the road.
On the top shelf of my bookcase. There stood a dusty wooden box. Take it off gently and brush off the dust with your hands to reveal a large white character - Wu. I slowly opened it, and there were nearly ten pairs of worn-out dance shoes inside. They were neatly arranged from small to large. I looked at them quietly. They were not only dance shoes to me, but also my dream!
Ten years of pursuing dreams stems from my soul-deep love for dance. Picking up the smallest pair of dance shoes is also the most worn-out pair. It seems that I have become that ignorant child again. .
At that time, I often went to Zizhuyuan to play. Every time I would see some sisters wearing black practice uniforms. I would often stop and watch them infatuatedly. Their dancing was so graceful. From time to time, I would dance two steps along with them. However, it seemed very uncoordinated, but I still imitated excitedly. Grandma came over and pulled me and told me it was time to go home. I reluctantly left. After leaving the courtyard, grandma took me to a dance clothing store to buy dance shoes.
She took off the pair of small, white dancing shoes and handed them to me: "Seeing as you like dancing so much, then wear them to fulfill your wish!" I took the pair of dancing shoes and hugged them tightly. She seemed to own the whole world, and it was they who started my journey to pursue my dreams.
The next day I came to the classroom with excitement. I looked at the white dancing shoes on my feet and opened the door with great expectation. However, what I saw was far beyond the Beyond my imagination, there is no gorgeousness as imagined, only boring training. When I saw those classmates who could kick over the head with one kick, I knew there was still a big gap between me and them. So from then on, I would practice whenever I had time. My dancing shoes were gradually worn out, but my pursuit of my dream never stopped.
Put down this pair of dancing shoes and pick up the last pair. This pair of dancing shoes carries my success. I remember that day, I was about to step onto the stage that I had always dreamed of. I put on this brand new pair of dancing shoes to welcome the moment when my dream would come true. Standing on the stage, looking at the audience below and looking at the dancing shoes on my feet, I started dancing. After spinning and jumping, the song was over, and the audience burst into thunderous applause. At that time, my excitement was beyond words.
The memories of chasing dreams are over. I picked up a brand new pair of dancing shoes to continue my dance journey.
It was that pair of dancing shoes that witnessed my soul-deep love for dance. Love for the third grade of junior high school composition 5
When I was a child, I didn’t understand what kind of love my parents had for the home they talked about. For me, a child who was born and raised abroad, I really can’t understand it.
I remember when I was young, whether it was watching the Olympic Games, Winter Olympics, Paralympic Games, championships or other competitions, what my father and mother looked forward to most was the entry of the Chinese team with the five-star red flag printed on it. No matter what work my mother was doing at that time, as long as she heard her father say: "The Chinese team is entering!" she would immediately put down her work and walk to the TV. There was rare excitement in his eyes. I asked dad what he was doing. He rubbed my head and told me: "Silly boy, this is home, family!" At a young age, I couldn't understand the true meaning of home and family in his words.
Later one time, my father returned to China for a business trip and brought back a box of white corn that I had never seen before. Before the box was fully opened, my mother pulled out a few corn stalks from the cracks. As the fragrance of corn slowly spread, my mother took the corn out of the pot and called me over to eat. After saying that, he took a big bite and said, "Yeah - it's delicious! I just like the taste, the taste of home!" The taste of home? Questioning, I took a small bite. It’s not delicious! It didn’t have the freshness and sweetness of the corn I usually eat, and it was a bit sticky to my teeth. I took a few symbolic bites and put it back on the table, but my father shot it over with a distressed look on his face: “It’s tasteless, this is so delicious. Ah! "I don't understand what kind of love they have for home, so they can eat this tasteless corn with relish.
Later, my father’s job finally changed and he could return to China. Unlike their excitement and joy, I was a little reluctant and a little worried. I'm afraid I won't be able to make friends if I don't speak Chinese well. But later, when I suddenly discovered that my parents no longer spoke to others with a hint of foreign tone, and the neighbors unexpectedly became familiar with each other very quickly, I also began to realize that I could speak Chinese very smoothly and communicate with others. made so many new friends. I just began to understand their love for this land.
For wanderers like them who have left the embrace of their "mother" and wandered abroad, they care about and love this land more than ever before, and this love has long been accompanied by the blood of China and is deeply rooted in China. It is deeply engraved in the depths of the soul and cannot be shaken. Love for the third grade of junior high school composition 6
There is only one life for a person, and life is hard-won. Everyone in the world should know how to cherish life, love life, and use their limited life to integrate themselves into the motherland. In the family, do something meaningful for mankind, society, and the country.
As Lei Feng said: "A drop of water will never dry up until it is put into the sea; a person can be most powerful only when he integrates himself with his career.
"Yes! If we make good use of our lives and unite ourselves with the collective, we will give full play to our talents and contribute our own strength to the human family!
Just like this time Although many people lost their homes and loved ones in the great earthquake in Yushu, Qinghai, they were not alone or lonely because there were people who cared about and loved life, who had been accompanying them, encouraging them, and supporting them. Help them, let them feel the warmth of the big family of the motherland, and let them know the preciousness of life. Whether they are helping others or the people being helped, they must fully integrate themselves into the big family of society for their own benefit. Life has added a beautiful memory.
For those of us who have not been hit by the earthquake, we should use our lives to do things that are beneficial to others, beneficial to society, and beneficial to the country. We should learn from Lei Feng. The spirit of painting your life colorfully and turning yourself into a valuable person!
During the Anti-Japanese War, many patriots sacrificed their lives in order to protect the country and let people live a happy life. For example: Dong Cunrui sacrificed himself to blow up the bunker, Wang Erxiao led the enemy into an ambush... They sacrificed their lives to serve the people and the country in exchange for today's peace.
But in today’s society, there are many people who don’t know how to cherish this peaceful and beautiful life, and don’t know how to treat their own lives. They often take life as a joke. Such people are really pitiful! Cherishing your own life is not only right. Being responsible for yourself is also responsible for your family and society.
Let’s love life together! Love for the third grade of junior high school composition 7
People in the world still focus their love on people. I still want to fall in love, but it is particularly important to talk about it for the sake of my own life. If it is for other reasons, it seems reasonable. But love life. It is the beginning of a lifelong romance. This sentence is not said by me, but by Oscar Wilde. This romantic and ruthless poet was born in the romantic capital of the Netherlands. Although he writes fairy tales, people do not seem to be living in fairy tales. Here, they lived in a gloomy reality, but he wrote it out in a cruel and extremely cool way, thus forming the beginning of a lifelong romance.
People are indispensable for falling in love. If you are not in love, your skin will look like a peach without water, whether it is a peach unique to Mianyang in Sichuan or a peach from other places in Shaanxi or other places. In short, fruits without water are probably not very tasty. You have to love something. If you don’t love learning, you love everything except learning. This expansion of the word “love playing” seems to give a better reason. Anyway, in comparison, you don’t like it. There is always something you like on the opposite side of things, and you can’t say you don’t like it. This sentence is not only contradictory, but also unreasonable.
In addition, according to the explanation of time according to the theory of relativity, once you fall in love with yourself. , time goes by very quickly, and when you do something you don’t like, time passes very slowly. In fact, the fact is that the clock we think is still running so fast. Nothing has changed, nothing has gotten faster. Or just like a good-looking girl in the eyes of boys, if you stay longer or not stay longer, the time is the same anyway, but the human feelings are different. Is this the absurdity of the world, or is it talking about the importance of time to which we don’t even have a primal feeling. If you love living, time will go by quickly. If you don’t love time, time will seem to pass very painfully. Can it be understood that doing things you don’t like is equivalent to increasing your life span in disguise? Although the results are not satisfactory, you should always be happy.
It is important to love things, so find something you will love for life now while it lasts, even though life will pass quickly. But it’s always better to be happy. Love composition for the third grade of junior high school 8
I closed my eyes slightly and relaxed physically and mentally. I followed the beautiful piano music. "Embroidered Gold Plaque" swings back and forth, yes, the piano is my life.
I was obsessed with "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" a while ago. When I played this embroidered gold plaque, I remembered the scene when Guo Jing met his daughter Huang Rong for the first time. The microwave was rippling and the lake was covered with fog. There were sounds of paddling, and then, the clouds slowly dispersed, and a woman with a delicate face smiled, that was Ronger.
I told him the notes in front of my beloved piano, my heart sank into it, and my fingers naturally followed my command, from soft and hazy to charming and clear. It was fun, it was the ultimate artistic expression, I gave my heart to him, and he never let me get bored.
He is a wonderful object. Pressing every key on it has a different effect, major third, minor third, minor second, chords... I often create my own melodies to commemorate life. Every bit of it, she is the source of my soul.
Sometimes I listen to piano music quietly, and look at it in a trance, as if I can still clearly see the little me sitting in front of him, my legs can’t reach him, I press every note hard , there was always a smile on the corner of his mouth, looking at my cute appearance of shaking his head, I think, he has witnessed my growth.
I love him, he has human-like characteristics. He had feelings, of course, which were given to him by performers and composers. Beethoven's fate was rough, and he chose music. He was immersed in music, and he was extremely satisfied when he was alone. His sad emotions are expressed through music, which is even more shocking. One of my favorite songs, "Serenade," is a romantic and profound confession of true feelings to a lover. Just like me and him, he made me immersed in it and couldn't extricate myself when playing. Just like in the middle of the hall, I held his hand and danced heartily. The dance was graceful, the music was sweet, and the mood was colorful. Often, at the end of the song, I was still left with unfinished thoughts. He was my whole world.
Music is the greatest and most valuable invention of mankind. It has no national restrictions and no discrimination. Everyone is equal in front of music. It can be sentimental or joyful, gorgeous or painful, because it shows Each person's story makes him shine more brightly without fading. She asked me to write my story.
The piano has become spiritual under my delicate mind and nimble fingers, and my life has become more colorful because of it. It is my harbor and my stage, and it occupies my heart. Love for the third grade of junior high school composition 9
Walking in the shopping mall with my classmates, we came to a quiet area in the noisy shopping mall. I quickly walked into the piano shop, gently raised and lowered the piano bench, opened the piano, and played one of my favorite small and medium-sized pieces of music. The clear and clear voice echoed in the house and echoed in my ears. This voice brought back my memories.
Beautiful music echoed in the living room, either fast, slow, high, or soft. I sat next to the teacher and listened, watching the teacher's intoxicated expression, and I was also intoxicated. The black and white keys danced. Every time a finger pressed a key, the depth of the key's depression became shallower and shallower starting from the edge, forming a smooth slope. The teacher's hand rose and fell rapidly, from the tip of the hand, to the first joint, to the fingers, and then to the wrist. The teacher put my little hand on his big hand, and I felt the rise and fall of his fingers. Under the illumination of the lights, this place seems to be a stage. To this day, I still remember this scene.
It was raining heavily outside the window, and lightning flashed and thundered from time to time; the light inside the window was bright, and I was a little person standing next to the piano. I looked out the window, fear and terror welling up in my heart. Looking at the piano again, I still want to play. I quickly lifted the chair and opened the music score. The clear and bright melody entered my ears. After a while, I forgot everything outside the window. I feel that the piano is the pillar of my soul and injects my life. Its voice resounds in my heart. It knows my feelings and my thoughts, and it makes me extremely relaxed and happy.
In music class, the teacher showed us a concert. The majestic melody of the symphony rang in my ears. When others clapped their hands and praised it, I was distressed because there was no clear and clear sound. At this time, the sound appeared, and the piano made a very important clear and clear sound in an inconspicuous corner. In my sight, it gradually grew larger and emitted light; in my ears, it gradually grew larger and occupied my vision; in my heart, it gradually grew larger and burned my heart. It seems to tell me that it is an ordinary human being, but ordinary people are radiating light in every corner and touching people's hearts.
I played it with all my heart, and it continued to tell me and make me think more deeply. I love the piano because it penetrates deeply into my soul. It exudes clear and clear sounds, relaxes my body and mind, and tells that an ordinary person can be dazzling and touching. It goes deep into my soul and nourishes my body and mind.
Love for the third grade of junior high school composition 10
Once upon a time, I had some poetic associations. I felt that my childhood years were recorded on the violin that exuded the scent of pine, a note, a melody, and progress. Moving forward with life. In the white and yellowed bow hair, in the metallic luster of the strings, and in the scratches on the body of the instrument, my love seeps into my soul.
I still remember the first time I heard the sound of the violin. The unknown white thing slid slowly on the strings, and the soothing melody overflowed like running water. Its sound is like a fish swimming in the water, creating layers of sound patterns. It sounds clear and comfortable. I feel that my whole body is immersed in the warm water of music. At that moment, I can't explain what it feels like. I just feel Something suddenly welled up from the depths of my soul.
Since then, I have fallen in love with the violin, and I love its melodious sound. Love its beautiful body. For my love, I sacrificed my playing time and rest time to practice the violin, dreaming that one day the music played by the violinist would flow out of my hands.
In the beginning, I could only practice the posture of playing the piano every day. I stood in front of the mirror every day. I only had the holder of the piano under my chin, the neck of the piano with my left hand, and the bow with my right hand. I imagined in my mind that even if it was just a Play a note. I don’t know how much I have sweated and how many times my hands have been sore, but for the love that goes deep into my soul, I have no regrets. Finally, I could practice the score, but the moment the bow hair slid across the strings, I was disappointed. Where have the nice melodies played by others gone? Why do I make a noise like sawing wood? A series of questions popped up in my mind. But I don't back down, I step forward for my love.
After that, I learned vibrato, bow jumping, overtone and other techniques one after another. I often struggle to press the bow because my little finger is weak, and I end up with cramps. I rub the string too much and leave marks on my fingertips, or my arms are sore from stretching my arms for a long time. Many times I want to give up, but then I think about it. What my mother often says: "Life is about progressing through constant falls, so don't resist temporary frustrations and sufferings. They are things that can help you more than temporary success." I have the confidence to stick to this goal of my own. Much love.
When you encounter a lot of setbacks on the road to chasing something you like and get over it, you will never let go of your soul-deep love for it. This is what I realized while practicing piano. Love for the third grade of junior high school composition 11
Childhood is joyful and interesting, but I have also done stupid things and silly things, which are still very funny when I think about it now.
When I was six years old, my family had several chickens and three or four ducks. In the hot summer, the weather is stuffy and hot, which makes people unbearable. The three little ducks were swimming around in the wooden basin and playing together, so happy. The three little chickens looked at the happy expressions of the ducklings eagerly, and felt very uncomfortable. But they didn't dare to go into the water, so they huddled under the eaves, listless. I suddenly had an idea: bathe the chicks and let them swim happily in the water like ducklings.
So, I filled the wooden basin with water and put the chicks in it one by one. As soon as the chicks touched the water, they immediately started flopping. They struggled vigorously in the water with their wings that were not yet full. They floated to the surface and sank to the bottom. However, their resistance was weak. I thought to myself: This is not an option, so I casually found a big board from the side and covered the tub. Take a look from time to time to see the chicks "swimming" in the water. At first I felt something was wrong, but when I saw the chick floating on the water, it seemed very comfortable, so I started playing in the yard. After a while, my mother came back. I couldn't wait to tell my mother: "Mom, I bathed the chicks, and now they are still swimming happily!" After hearing this, my mother hurriedly ran to the wooden basin. When I picked up the wooden board and took a look, I saw that all three chickens had "ascended" to the sky, becoming veritable drowned chickens. Looking at the dead chicken, I felt very sad. With tears in my eyes, I asked my mother: "Why did the chick die?" My mother said to me: "Chicks are different from ducklings. Ducklings can swim in the water, but chicks can't swim in the water, so the chicks can't swim in the water." Only chickens will die! Don't do such stupid things again. "I nodded.
It wasn’t until I was ten years old that I realized why the chick couldn’t swim. It turned out that the chick’s claws were different from those of the duck.
How much I love that innocent, joyful and interesting childhood. I really hope that time can go back and take me back to that beautiful childhood. Love for the third grade of junior high school composition 12
As night fell, I lay in front of the window and opened the old book again, and there were desolate words printed inside. With the surrounding tranquility, I read the "Rumors" and once again understood the "Zhang School" words deeply engraved on my soul.
Thoughts on human nature, ups and downs of destiny, "unconventional" colors, desolate tone, uneven structures, and numerous images are the "Zhang School" of Zhang Ailing's writing.
I am extremely obsessed with the characters on this paper. Even to imitate the desolation. On the pages, the words are dazzling and noisy but mixed with extreme loneliness. Under the gorgeous words, there is a hint of darkness, and a touch of sadness is buried. Reality and fantasy travel back and forth and are intertwined. However, the words on his own paper are full of weirdness.
Reading these words, I seem to see a woman holding an oil-paper umbrella and wearing a cheongsam walking on the bluestone road in the hazy mist and rain. Her expression is arrogant and indifferent, but her eyebrows reveal her elegance. The charm of beauty, this is Zhang Ailing.
Someone once commented like this: She looks up like a crane, calm, confident, independent, even vicious, and the scarlet red on her head will never be seen. She has experienced ups and downs in her life - childhood shadow, unhappy marriage, and loneliness in her later years. Perhaps it was precisely because of this that she could calmly and calmly write such desolate, sad and vicious words as "Life is a gorgeous robe covered with lice" with the eyes of a bystander.
I remember it particularly clearly. When I read it to my companions, their facial features wrinkled together, and they even said, "Don't you find it disgusting?" I just smiled and closed the book. Smiling at their confused eyes, laughing at the fact that they don't understand anything and only see the superficial glitz.
The gray-toned world described by Zhang Ailing is exactly the same as the "bad character of the people" written by Mr. Lu Xun. He even wrote about "human weakness". So calm, so bleak.
Looking out the window, it seems like you are on the horizon. The color of the sky is no longer a deep blue, but bright. That is the center of the city. In this noisy, prosperous, and exaggerated world, how many people are not in a state of dissatisfaction when faced with it. There are sounds of dogs and horses everywhere, and feasting and feasting. And I used "Zhang's" words to see and think about it, and imitated her feelings and recorded them.