I just got up in the morning, only to find that everyone was busy eating breakfast, such as milk, eggs, bread, ham and sausage. My first reaction was-ah! Get up late! So I didn't care to taste it carefully, grabbed a bag of soybean milk and a piece of bread and ran to the playground (being late for morning exercises will be grounded and punished for writing). )

However, I was still five minutes late, fined 50 push-ups and detained for one hour! After receiving the punishment, I returned to my seat. My deskmate is a girl with a little violent tendency-Lu Xiaoli (the name is pure fabrication). She immediately asked me, "Zi Ling (a pseudonym), I ask you to help me practice sailing. Have you practiced? " My heart thumped, damn it, I forgot! What are we going to do, admit it to her? No, you can't, you'll be beaten! Lie to practice? But in her eyes, I think I already know the truth. If I lie to her again, I will be beaten even worse ... Finally, I made a decision: confess everything. "Er ... I'm sorry, Xiaoli, I ... I forgot ..." Before I finished, she grabbed one of her hardcover textbooks and hit me hard on the hip. I quickly covered my hips, and she said, "Hum, forget it, I won't hit you! But the price is-you have to buy me a big bag of happy potato chips, original, not original, and you know the consequences! Put the dormitory at noon on Sunday (we have a dormitory). " I can only say yes, otherwise I will definitely be beaten again (she usually spanks others).

I went to the dormitory to look at my piggy bank, which was enough to buy, but my cousin Murong Bingya (whose names are all made up) dragged me to the mall to buy a lot of things. I only have 3.5 yuan, but I have a big bag of 4.8 yuan. I can only buy a small bag to make up for it, but when Lu Xiaoli saw that it was not a big bag, she told me to turn around. I thought I was sure to be beaten, so I didn't dare to disobey, for fear that it would hurt more. "ah! Ah! Xiaoli ... Ah! Can I give it to you tomorrow ... stop! Ah ... "As I expected, she gave me five fists and seven feet. She said, "I don't want potato chips. Isn't it a long vacation? I will go to your house for 5 days! " I said yes at once, although there are a trillion people in my heart who don't want to ...

The 600-word history of junior high school has happened, and it is impossible to go back. Should I go further or stay where I am? What kind of choice is doomed to sadness.

When I woke up, everything changed. It turns out that I slept for so long. Next, I should live a good life, although the world has changed.

One day, I opened an old photo album, which said, "For my favorite baby, there is my kindergarten uniform and my mother's smile." Suddenly found that time was running out, parents became unwilling to give up. I put down my photo album, leaned my head against the window and looked at the blurred sky. Transparent candy jar, please melt it quickly. Colorful balloons floated away when I left. So we gradually got up our courage and went to the next class. He has never loved me, and the drawer is still filled with tenderness. Say goodbye to childhood, I am ignorant. Now my dream is mature, the wind is reciting, the bell of class is quietly gone, the fresh dream is mature, the sunset is setting, and the silhouette is mottled. Outside the old wall, the outline of the future quietly surrounds.

I quietly looked up at the sky, trying not to shed tears, so I had to let the gift lie quietly in my pocket and watch him and her happy conversation from a distance until I laughed. Only cold air accompanied me all night, but there were many traffic jams in loneliness, and I couldn't move at all. As soon as I turned over, I woke up suddenly in the middle of the night, turned on the MP3, and opened it to the maximum, hoping to cover up my sadness. He kissed my ear gently with headphones, and after listening to endless love songs, my mood turned with the songs, not afraid of being hurt, slowly.

The world is often gloomy. I like staring at the sky. I'm scared. If one day the sky disappears, what can I do in a daze I like the feeling of victory, but no matter how hard I try, it's just in vain. After losing it, I can only hide in the corner quietly and hold myself quietly and sob. I used to think that no one in this world would cry. It turned out that it was just a fantasy, the real world, and there were no good memories.

It's hard to say every time we get along.

Perhaps, happiness and I are two parallel lines, which will never intersect and cannot be touched, and tears are beginning to get used to falling. I know, this has become a habit.

There are my sad footprints on the trees, mountains and roofs, but they can't make me cry more comfortably. Only by the roadside, leaning against the wall, I looked up and let the blue sky give me some sympathy. I know the blue sky is my best friend. It can hear me crying in my heart, and the quiet, silent and gloomy sky begins to rain. So the blue sky is sad for me, and I enjoy this wandering.

Crying and walking on the lonely horizon, I can't find myself.

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The theme of more than 600 words in junior high school narrative is "a casual care is enough to warm the lives of others", and the best answer is to repay care, which is everywhere around us.

Each of us needs care and life is indispensable. If others give us care, then we should also care for others, so that the world will be full of love! Caring for others can start with small things. For example, if you help a classmate with his homework, a piece of advice or a few words of encouragement from a good teacher can often give students unremitting motivation. For example, if you help a blind man cross the street and talk to the elderly ... these are all manifestations of caring for others. You will be flattered if you care about others.

Suhomlinski said: "If every child's joy and distress are beating your heart, causing you to think, care and worry, then you can bravely choose lofty teaching as your career, and you can find creative pleasure in it.

"Because there is love, there will be joy of creation. Because there is joy of creation, there will be more love for education and students.

The teacher loves us. Her love is selfless! Parents gave us love, and their love is great! We should also learn to care for ourselves, others and ourselves! I remember when I was in the fifth grade, our class organized a visit to the old people's home for the aged. There, we helped clean up, served them tea and water, chatted with the elderly and performed programs for them. They were so happy that they couldn't even close their mouths. Looking at their bright smiles, I want to cry. They are old and don't have much time. Shouldn't we give them more care and love? ! I think their hearts must be warm! Another time, I went shopping with my parents in Huaqiang North. My mom asked me and my dad to wait for her below. She went to the women's world to buy clothes. My father and I sat down and waited. I saw a little girl. She is very beautiful and still wears an old school uniform, but she has no arms. She writes with her feet to beg. There is ink and paper in front of her, and there is a small red bucket with money. There is a writing brush between her toes, which is stained with ink.

The handwriting is not bad I think she is so pitiful! I walked over without hesitation, put five dollars in the little red bucket, and then all the people passing by gave their love. What makes people angry is that there are always some parents who hold their children in their arms and leave at a glance. Without any love, those children have been adversely affected since childhood, which is not conducive to cultivating love.

This little girl has no healthy body, no happy family and no happy school. How much she needs our love and warm hands! Here I sincerely appeal to friends all over the world to care for others and themselves! Let yourself and the people around you be full of love! Make people full of love! let the world be full of love! How about it? When I was in junior high school, I wrote my composition quickly. At that time, I had to divide it. What style of writing am I practicing? ————————— ...

On the day of the sports meeting, our class was as busy as a bee.

You can't buy white cloth if you buy white. You can't stop talking about writing names and sewing pins.

When! When! When! When the rally began, we immediately "called it a day", lined up and walked to the playground in order.

As soon as the sports committee member called attention, we all straightened up and were very excited! The sports meeting has started, and the first event is the race.

First, we ran 60 meters. When everyone was here and the referee raised all the guns in his hand, our eyes turned to our classmates.

Just listen to a gunshot! Our class immediately shouted: Come on, Class Four and Class Three! Come on, Class Four and Class Three! The sound of cheering.

Oh, dear! A "runner" fell down. However, with our encouragement, he stood up and gradually caught up with the classmates in front.

Through the efforts of "athletes" again and again, 60 meters won six firsts, one second and one fifth! This time we ran 100 meters, only to hear a starting gun, and we shouted our refueling slogan.

In order to make athletes more energetic, Mr. Guo took some loud people to the other side to cheer for the "athletes"! This time, a classmate ran to 100 meters and temporarily won the first place. Just before the finish line, the teacher shouted, "Come on! Sprint! " The students in our class thought the teacher was calling him, so they stopped running, but they still ran first.

The next 200 meters, the gunner rang again, and the slogan shouted that sweat was running down the cheeks of the "athletes".

The "athletes" on the playground are still running hard, but their physical strength is gradually declining. From a distance, he was not far from the finish line, but at the last moment, he was exhausted and couldn't run.

The students behind him gradually caught up with him, but he rushed to the finish line with his last breath and won the fifth place.

Now running 400 meters, the gunfire rang again and the slogan rang.

The "athletes" have been running wildly. They are as busy as if they had just taken a hot bath.

Through the efforts of "athletes", our class won three awards.

Finally run 800 meters-two laps, think about how long it is to run 800 meters! The "athletes" held their breath and waited for the shot, only to hear a bang and the starting gun rang. This slogan is more intense than previous competitions.

The students in our class adopted the method of running evenly first and sprinting, and the results were not bad.

Although some students didn't get the place in this sports meeting, we can see his efforts from their sweat. Athletes, we salute you!

The days of 600-word junior high school composition passed by me like running water, without any features. I feel like my previous days have been wasted.

But one day recently, I discovered the meaning of life, and I can't forget it.

It was some time ago that our school opened a "multimedia teaching class" and invited many leaders and parents to attend the class.

I walked into the classroom and looked back. Ah, there are so many people in class. It's too dark. What are they talking about?

What a big scene! My vanity swelled up immediately, and I thought to myself: I must shine in front of teachers, classmates and guests! I quietly "reconnoitred" the situation, and my mother sat on the left front and looked at me.

I secretly made up my mind: I must "stick gold" on my mother's face.

I held my hand high when the teacher asked questions. As soon as the teacher called my name, I stood up and answered the teacher's question accurately.

Both the teacher and the class gave me a favorable look.

I sat down triumphantly in my heart.

When the teacher asked questions again, I was afraid that others would get ahead of me, so I held my hand high without thinking.

Seeing that I was very active, the teacher asked me to answer questions again.

I didn't know what to say after I stood up, and I couldn't answer.

At this time, the class is often very quiet, and the whole audience focuses on me. I really wanted to get into the cracks at that time.

When the teacher told me to sit down, I sat on the stool like a deflated ball, and I didn't know what it was like.

I didn't listen to what the teacher said next.

After class, my mother patted me on the head, comforted me and advised me to say, "Look before you leap."

If a person just wants to show off without thinking, then he is a big fool! "yes! Look before you leap. Why didn't I know this universal truth before? Remember the talent of this day!

This is the first time I've heard that there really is an "April Fool's Day", on which I can lie and play pranks without being punished, so a group of troublemakers decided to play tricks on people on that day.

April Fool's Day hasn't arrived yet, and we have already entered the state, got together, made plans, and decided to adopt "trap tactics" after repeated discussions.

A group of children, with small shovels in their hands, came to their home like guerrilla warfare.

When the "fools" took a lunch break, some waved shovels, some carried sand, and too many cooks dug a big hole.

Just enough to put the bicycle wheels in, everyone felt that it was not enough, so they poured water into the pit and built a layer of sand with a few branches.

Ah! Perfect! I will never lose to those who play "tunnel warfare" Excited, I almost went the wrong way and fell in.

We have been waiting in the tree bored, and passers-by seem to know our plan and bypass the trap one by one.

Suddenly a man behind him mumbled, "Go home! No one has taken the bait for so long ... ""Shut up! " Hearing footsteps, everyone warned him at once.

A young man came into our sight.

He strode towards the trap, but refused to take the next step for a long time.

I said to myself, "Fall, fall!" But the young man pointed his toe and our trap appeared at once.

He shouted to the tree where we were, "Son, I've been listening to you for a long time!" " "Scared us to run, which is a bit like" Luffy Bow Like a Thunderbolt ".

Seeing that the trap has been exposed, we regret that today's plan has fallen through. Dad, who just got off work, stepped into the house wearing wet trouser legs: "Hey! It's getting late and I can't see anything. I don't know which troublemaker dug a big hole and my bike fell in. Look at this mud. Come and help me wash it.

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600-word excellent composition (narrative) for middle school students is so difficult! I only know one excellent composition! When we enter autumn, the ears of rice, sunflowers, apples, grapes, corn and sorghum are all ripe, and the beautiful wild chrysanthemums also fragrant the narrow paths in the fields.

The ears of rice are ripe, and the golden face is like beautiful gold, shining in the sun.

When sunflowers are ripe, they all bow their heads as if they were walking with their backs bent.

The apples were cooled by the autumn wind, and everyone put on a red cotton-padded jacket, as if red lanterns were hung on every branch.

Cut off every branch.

Grapes were also cooled by the autumn wind, and they were all covered with a purple robe, as if grapes were also cooled by the autumn wind, and they were all covered with a purple robe, just like beautiful purple pearls. How beautiful these strings are! Corn happily holds the red tassel, as if forgetting the troubles of a summer.

Sorghum blushed and smiled as if she had been praised by others.

Wild chrysanthemums are also very fragrant in autumn. I walked on the narrow path in the field and gently smelled the fragrance of wild chrysanthemum, which was as beautiful as roses, honeysuckle, morning glory and cactus flowers.

Autumn, there are golden ears of rice, autumn, there are golden ears of rice, shiny sunflowers, red apples, purple grapes, yellow corn, red sorghum, so beautiful! Ah! How colorful autumn is! How glorious you are! How noble you are! You are not only a beautiful season, but also a harvest season.

I want to thank autumn, because autumn brings us food and fills the world with beauty.

Ah! How wonderful you are in autumn! launch ...

This is my junior high school composition. In the sea of 600 words, I am a grain of sand.

I, hidden in the vast sea of people.

I have neither a soft figure nor bright eyes, but I have an enterprising heart, a watery dream and lofty ideals. I firmly believe that I am full of poems and books.

I don't want to go with the flow.

In The Road Not Taken, Frost once wrote: "There are two roads in the yellow forest, but unfortunately I can't set foot in them at the same time.

""and I chose a less traveled road, which decided my life path from now on.

"Only in front of the public can I become a real ordinary person.

I don't want to follow the vulgar old road of others and live the same vulgar life as others.

While stealing from others, you also deny yourself.

I don't want to go with the flow.

In The Road Not Taken, Frost once wrote: "There are two roads in the yellow forest, but unfortunately I can't set foot in them at the same time.

""and I chose a less traveled road, which decided my life path from now on.

"Only in front of the public can I become a real ordinary person.

I don't want to follow the vulgar old road of others and live the same vulgar life as others.

While stealing from others, you also deny yourself.

Me, humorous and tolerant.

I never like to see others pull a long face. I think other people's smiles are the most beautiful scenery in the world.

So every day I will become a pistachio and bring them joy as much as possible.

"The ocean is wider than the earth, the sky is wider than the ocean, and the human mind is wider than the sky.

"Tolerance makes the narrow mind embrace all the rivers, so I regard other people's faults as jokes.

I want to be myself.

Mr. Qi Baishi once said; "Learn my life, such as my death.

"Can't walk out of the framework of predecessors, nature also won't have their own world.

When bubble novels became popular, I felt I was wasting my time. When online games are popular, I feel that I am wasting my youth.

Be yourself, see the real me clearly, show 12 confidence and tell yourself: "I am who I am, why should I be like him?" ! "Throw away those artificial flashy carvings, show your trump card, pursue your own personality, be yourself, be the best yourself! Me, aggressive.

I am a small grain of sand, but I am not willing to lag behind and have nothing to do all my life.

I would like to be the master of life and an immortal tear.

There is a long way to go in Xiu Yuan, and I will go up and down.

I am eager to go to the tower of art, the top of culture, the house of career, and celebrate the edge of success. I will live up to this era of blooming flowers, leave a solid and steady footprint, and spread beauty and love to the world ... This is me. I am in the prime of my life and full of energy.

This is me, humorous and tolerant, unwilling to lag behind.

600-word composition narration and appreciation praise and helplessness of junior high school composition gently uncover the pen cover, sit by the foggy glass window like a wisp of gauze, listen to the car bell on the campus road outside the window, and face the trap-like grid composition paper.

I waved my pen, as if to unlock the mysterious seal, silently compose a sacred hymn and a sad and silent lament to express my praise and helplessness to the classroom ... The rustling sound of writing and the cadence of the teacher's lecture quietly opened the prelude to the classroom.

Gloomy blackboard, quiet campus and bright classroom sing harmony in disharmony and romantic disharmony in harmony; It constitutes a unique landscape of the classroom, like a fresh and elegant ink painting.

Praise the classroom, which concentrates time and distributes it to every student who is eager for knowledge, so that their eyes can focus on teachers and books. Like a clear spring in the vast desert, it selflessly moistens the breath of ascetic monks, turns into a little strength and rushes all over the body, secretly encouraging them to walk out of the ignorant desert, enter the barren Gobi, look for dense rain forests and climb lofty mountains.

Praise the classroom, it gathers energy, endows everyone who is eager for knowledge, lets his ears search for knowledge and essentials, leads students to sail in the ocean of knowledge, like a bright light in the dark, guides seekers to move forward, turns into an unspeakable courage, and inspires them to resist the waves of ignorance, challenge the boundless ocean, enter and leave the sea of terror, and pursue the path of the prophet.

It is the classroom that leads us into the temple of knowledge. At every step, the beam of perception shines on us.

It is the classroom that has inserted the wings of an angel for us and flew to the country of knowledge. With each flight, the aura of wisdom becomes clearer.

Praise the classroom and lead us to glory.

When the exam results, when the competition wins, when the experiment is successful, the class's meritorious deeds will turn into invisible smiles, joyful sighs, floating on the face, jumping out of the tip of the tongue, boiling in the blood, stirring in the mind, printed as indelible marks by the running water of time, and the wheels of years are uneven, deeply immersed in the blue basalt and baptized by the wind and frost.

Endless sighs and wails in my heart silently sounded the death knell of the classroom.

Tears of pain glistened in the eyes, loneliness in the eyes and helplessness in the expression evoked a little bitterness in the classroom.

When our hearts are locked in the desk, when my soul is portrayed in homework, when our feelings are condensed in the classroom, we moan, we cry and we are helpless.

Inner pain jumps to the surface, emerges in words and deeds, and our hearts are broken.

The mind is bound in the classroom and paralyzed under books.

We don't have original ideas, opinions, and even emotions are pinned on the classroom.

Ugly scores, ferocious faces and gloomy expressions indicate the cold purple-blue tears in the darkness of you and me.

Degenerate pen, bloody correction tape and sinful manuscript paper are doomed to play the role of knight to fight.

Tears are floating in the evil wind, stinging everyone's fragile soul, like a sword, dividing everyone's soul into pieces, blurred.

The eyes shining behind the armor are not afraid of evil, inspiring everyone to March forward bravely and keep fighting. Wan Ru's sacred aura supports every soul that is about to collapse.

When the cold wind blows, blood clots and wounds are more painful, but we have no choice but to escape.

Gothic churches, stained glass windows and keys to reflect light, who sings the elegy of class in the wind? Who praises the classroom in the sun? Sacred eulogy, mysterious blasphemy, romantic praise and sadness in the classroom under the soft sunshine and in the quiet night sky.

This is the classroom, praise and helplessness, unity in contradiction, and contradiction in unity.

Leave everyone a song of praise, a few wisps of helplessness ... comment on sincere praise, profound mourning, every word, pour out joys and sorrows, measure gains and losses, and the young author tailor the classroom with the poet's language and philosopher's eyes.

The whole article is like a sculpture full of artistic courage, broad and heavy, strong and simple and natural, which embodies the young author's superb language control ability, heavy mind and keen light.

Exquisite language, rigorous structure, profound speculation and extensive knowledge are all pleasing to the eye.

September is the month of harvest.

You always say that you have grown up.

That's because you entered junior high school and are no longer an ordinary child.

You always say you know yourself well.

But sometimes you don't even know who you are or how old you are.

Some people will say that you are an absolute fool and don't even know who you are.

And you will always laugh it off, because no one in this world knows who he really is.

You come from Jinan Foreign Language School, class 10 10.

It is said that your name is Zang Yingjie.

You always like to play with your classmates after class. It's so uncomfortable.

Sometimes I play some practical jokes and have a good time.

The students seem to have a good impression on you, talking and laughing.

You are twelve years old, but your English level has surpassed that of your peers.

When you are in a foreign teacher's class, what others don't understand is easy for you.

The teacher knows your English level very well, and let you run for membership of the Foreign Language Association.

I can't help humming English songs when I go to school and leave school.

Four days after the start of the new semester, the teacher gave the Cambridge International English course.

You looked through it, and there seemed to be not many new words.

You have also participated in many English competitions and won many places.

There is the third prize in Jinan and the first prize in Shandong Province.

In short, you can always break through yourself.

You are good at composition, and you have met many excellent composition talents on Xiaohe composition online.

You have published about 260 papers online, and many of them have been selected as excellent works by teachers.

In the sixth grade, the school organized to participate in the "Bing Xin Literature Competition". You seized the opportunity and showed your talent.

The national silver award has also become the highest achievement of your composition.

The teacher's mouth will push you to a higher level from time to time, asking you to take part in such an essay contest, keep a diary every day, and gradually form a good habit of writing articles.

You can always find a lot of truth in small things, or sometimes you are a little superstitious.

When you come to the crossroads, the green light suddenly turns red, and you will have a deep feeling in your heart. Life is different. There will always be many obstacles that hinder your progress, so you will get what you pay. In the process of military training, students are fighting at noon, and sometimes they will fight again if they can't get it.

In fact, we have been competing in another way, the law of the jungle.

Sometimes, you will face the sky in a daze, looking at the clouds floating in front of you, and there is a chill in the sky.

I don't know why, but you always feel that some things are predestined, or some things are beyond our control.

Therefore, you never complain about what you have done. What is right is right, and what is wrong is wrong. In short, if you have done it, you might as well make a correct choice from the beginning.

You are good at acting, too. When you meet annoying people, you always look gloomy and pretend to be difficult to communicate.

Then someone will say that you are not easy to get along with.

You would say it's because you exercise too much. Too much alike.

In fact, you will show your flaws from time to time and accidentally show your sunny side.

So, there are two completely different views about you.

In a word, you are me and I am you.

Change yourself.

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