In daily study, work and life, when it comes to composition, everyone must be familiar with it. Composition can be divided into narrative, expository, practical and argumentative essays according to different genres. Do you always have trouble starting a sentence when writing an essay? The following is a composition I carefully compiled for the first grade of the class. It is for reference only. I hope it can help everyone. This is also the composition of the first grade of class 1

In class, this sensitive and commonly used word can't help but make me think a lot.

As an introvert since childhood, I have higher demands on myself. Therefore, in any situation - I will not show myself easily unless I think I have met the requirements.

But just now, I found that my idea was wrong. A few days ago, when I just returned to school, the teacher said: "There are new students coming in this year! And our class will select some people to give learning introductions." I guess: activities like this are usually voted by a show of hands. So, I still maintained my usual style - obscurity.

Unexpectedly, things were very similar. My name was actually on the list listed by the teacher!

I was both surprised and horrified by this. I am grateful to my teachers for their respect and trust in me. But because of this, I should feel more horror and uneasiness. With so many thoughts on my mind, I finally made the next decision that I regretted - to quit my job as a teacher.

I lingered in his office because the head teacher always had a strict and serious style. I explained my purpose to him. Unexpectedly, he did not get angry, but kindly told me that this time in front of the freshmen, he did not ask me to speak well, but to train myself. Later, I firmly agreed to the teacher's arrangement.

In order to give my first speech in my life, I revised the speech script many times. Although it was only required to be 50-100 words, I really took it very seriously.

This moment of the day has arrived. In order to calm down the excitement, I took a deep breath, but unexpectedly-the freshman class teacher asked me to be the first to play. I couldn't be calm anymore... I went on stage and said hello as a courtesy. The audience applauded like waves. This "life-saving medicine" made me grasp the straw, so I continued my speech smoothly. Although there were many mistakes in the speech, there was no ridicule or ridicule in the audience as I always thought. On the contrary, the classmates waiting outside the door gave me the power of encouragement.

I finally finished speaking. !

This is what I have dreamed of before! But I still want to talk about it again... Maybe it's because I locked the door of my mind tightly before and didn't see the outside world, so I couldn't learn this diverse class! This is also the composition of the first grade of class 2

The sky was overcast; the rain kept falling. I was walking in the rain with my beloved little flower umbrella, and suddenly I felt a little crowded under the umbrella. When I looked sideways, I saw a little girl with a childish face, smiling at me through her long hair that was wet by the rain. Laughing: "Miss, can you lend me an umbrella?"

"Well, okay." I agreed, but I thought to myself: Huh, who are you? Come with me. Umbrella! The umbrella is so small, I can’t even hold it myself. I reluctantly walked for a while with the strange girl. "Ah, my schoolbag is wet!" I exclaimed and glanced at the little girl unhappily. She seemed to read my thoughts and lowered her head.

We were silent, each with our own thoughts. "Ouch!" I exclaimed, stumbling on a stone under my feet. Fortunately, my hands landed on the ground first, so I didn't get hurt. But the mud splashed on my face, and I hurriedly wiped it with my hands. "Oh, it's true, it's like this." I stamped my feet angrily.

"Little sister, here you go." She handed me a brand new handkerchief with a little white rabbit printed on it. "Wipe your face. It will be cleaner." The little girl's delicate face There was a hint of sincerity.

"No, this is yours, and it's new. I can't use it." I put the handkerchief back into her hand.

"It doesn't matter. The teacher said that other people's difficulties are your difficulties. The people around you need your care all the time..."

"The people around you always need your care. I need your care all the time..." This sentence reminds me of the past five years ago - it was also a gray and rainy day. Because I failed in the exam, my heart was as gray as the weather at that time. , no bright color at all. I walked slowly in the rain, letting the raindrops fall on my face and body. Suddenly an umbrella was held above my head. I looked up and saw a pretty eldest sister looking at me with a smile: "Why are you so melancholy? Now is the time of spring rain and full of vitality. You should be happy!" I cried, and I told this girl The strange elder sister became a close friend: "I didn't get good grades in the exam, it must be because I am stupid, it must be!"

"No, you must not think like this. Everyone comes into this world. Everyone has differences in talent or physiology, but as long as you work hard and follow your own path firmly, everything will change."

I looked up at the eldest sister, she was still smiling, "Big sister. Sister, you are so kind, you are so kind to people you don’t know..."

The eldest sister gave me the umbrella: "Remember, everyone around you needs your care," she said. After that, she disappeared into the vast rain...

The little girl in front of me reappeared the image of the big sister that had gradually become blurred in my heart. She gave me a great education and made me understand a lot. A lot...

So I would like to say that this is also a classroom, a lively and rich classroom of social life.

This is also the first grade composition in class 3

It was a rustling autumn afternoon. I came back from the bookstore and saw my mother who was in a hurry and was about to go out with a briefcase in her hand. My mother didn't tie her shoes. I was a little surprised, so I leaned against the door and watched her leave. When my mother walked into the courtyard, her grandmother, who was tending flowers and plants, stopped her.

Lean over, bend over. Grandma started tying mother's shoelaces. The summer wind caressed my mother's face, passing over the tops of the sweet-scented osmanthus trees, and a faint fragrance floated in the air.

Grandma’s hair was blown and flying in front of my mother’s eyes, and there was a slight hint of care on her lips. Perhaps it was the beautiful light that made grandma’s calloused hands turn red and moist. Shuttle back and forth in the belt. The autumn that day was a shadow of happiness. The sunset that day was a witnessing angel, leaving a layer of bright light on the cheeks of mother and grandmother.

Mom lowered her head, like a little girl who had made a mistake, her face turned red all of a sudden, and a slight yellow sprinkled from the top of the mountain, falling on her red cheeks. Mom suddenly looked like a shining star. , watching this scene, I felt a kind of envy and happiness, as if I was my mother or grandma, forever unchanged, remembering this scene under the eternally beautiful sunset. Remember the family love that passes through the air and jumps over the treetops.

I stared blankly, with an expression that had never been happy on my face. I just smiled slightly, smiling for this wonderful smile.

That wonderful moment was very long. At this time, my mother cried. The tears passed through the morning glow and happiness, and stayed on my grandma’s thick cotton coat. My mother twitched her feet and helped the elderly grandmother up with her hands. "Mom, thank you for your hard work. I'll rub your legs for you," my mother said to her grandmother. "Don't you want to go to work? I don't want to delay you." Grandma said with a smile. "Mom, even if I am resigned now, even if there is an emergency in the company, I will still help you, because I am your daughter, because I want to set an example for my children, and be a person who knows how to repay and be grateful," said the mother. After I said these words, grandma also shed tears. Those tears penetrated her heart and words, which moved people. Grandma is sitting on the stone bench in the yard. Maybe in the past or even yesterday, the stone bench was still biting with ice and cold to the heart, but at this moment, it is so warm. "Mom, do you feel pain? If you bear with it a little longer, I will help you make it comfortable..."

The afternoon of that day was the most beautiful and happiest. It made me realize A lesson in life.

Gratitude is everyone’s obligation and the least happiness we have. Only by learning to be grateful can we understand the sweetness and happiness of family love! This is also the first grade composition in the classroom 4

When it comes to "classroom", many students will find it annoying and boring, but in fact there are different classes!

When I was nine years old, the extracurricular dance class was going to hold a "school celebration" event, which required each class to perform a group program and then arrange for a student to perform a solo program. And the teacher chose me to perform a show alone. After knowing the news, I was very happy, but also very nervous. I'm afraid that I won't do well and will embarrass the class. Finally the day of the "School Anniversary" event arrived. I made all preparations and was waiting backstage. I was so nervous that I kept rubbing my hands back and forth and fidgeting. The more I thought about it, the less I dared to play, sweat dripping down my cheeks.

At this time, my teacher found me. While wiping my sweat and touching up my makeup, he told me: "Don't be afraid when you go on stage. Believe that you can do it well." After saying that, he pulled me. My hands went to the waiting room behind the curtain. After listening to the teacher's words, my heart calmed down a little.

I saw that the person in front of me performed very well, and there were so many people in the audience. Suddenly I started to feel uneasy again, and I felt like crying, and my legs were shaking all the time. Soon, the last show ended, the host finished reporting, the music accompaniment of my show started, and the lights came on. At this time, I felt that the music was no longer beautiful, but a sharp and harsh noise, and the spotlight was a pair of sharp eyes, watching me closely. I stayed behind the curtain and was afraid to go on stage.

At this time, I saw my teacher beside the curtain on the other side of the stage. She was looking at me and making a "come on" gesture to me. I also silently said to myself in my heart: "Confidence, have confidence in yourself, I will definitely be able to do it, come on!"

I mustered up the courage again, walked on the stage, and quickly followed the music took corresponding actions. At this time, the accompaniment was so elegant and melodious, the light of the spotlight was so soft, like rays of warm sunshine, and I was like a proud white swan in the clear water of a lake, swimming happily in the water, very happy. Proud and elegant. Soon, my show was over, and thunderous applause came from the audience. I was so happy. After the curtain call, I walked off the stage happily.

When I got home, I thought about the teacher’s words again. This incident made me understand: No matter what you do, you must have confidence in yourself. Self-confidence will sometimes push you to the other side of success! Having confidence is important. This is also the composition of the first grade of the classroom 5

"Human feelings are articles, and life is full of knowledge." In the colorful life, the classroom is a station on the road of life, giving us knowledge and life philosophy, and naturally It is the most profound class.

"I want a life in full bloom..." I hummed a tune all the way and walked into the classroom happily. The monthly exam results are announced today. During the exam, I answered the paper "fluently". I don't know how well I did in the exam, and my score sheet was also enlarged on the screen. I vaguely heard the snickers of my classmates and noticed the eyes on me. My eyes eagerly searched for my name on the screen. "What?" My heart was shocked, and I felt like I was being squeezed hard. "Why is my name not in the top ten?" I yelled secretly, "Twenty-two! How is that possible?"

"Yo! Isn't this the famous you? Twenty-two? Haha , what an auspicious number!" Coupled with the cynicism of my classmates, the previous "so happy" has long been forgotten. My head is as dazed as anemia, and my legs are as heavy as lead. I just felt that the air was turbid, the sky was dark, and the ground was cracked. Everyone was laughing at me and looking at me with strange eyes. It seemed that a storm was coming.

I endured one difficult class after another, and finally got to the end of school and turned into the garden. The flowers on the ground were so beautiful that I couldn't appreciate the scenery in other people's eyes. I glanced at it casually and suddenly saw grass that was not as beautiful as the flowers. "If there is no grass to set off, the flowers will no longer be beautiful, right?" I thought of a famous saying of the Russian philosopher: "Everything born in the world has its own value." Yes! Why do I care about others? What about the small world where I only recognize myself? I must work hard to prove myself!

When the new round of monthly exam results were announced, the class teacher walked up to the podium with a happy face to announce the ranking. After school, I saw Some parents pointed to the report card and asked: "Li Feifan? He improved by more than 20 places. That's awesome! Who is he?" Hearing this, I smiled proudly.

Of course, it is also a classroom. In this class, she taught me that "what I am born with must be useful." Let me prove my worth with actions. I learned a lot in this most profound classroom in my life.