Unforgettable seventh-grade life composition 1 With the summer quietly leaving, Miss Qiu quietly came to the world with light steps. In this golden autumn September, we bid farewell to the old days of primary school and stepped into the door of middle school.
When I came to the new class, I was full of excitement and excitement when I looked at strange but kind faces. I feel happier and happier these days with my classmates.
Students like playing games on the wide playground best. This season, neither too hot nor too cold, is most suitable for outdoor activities. A gust of autumn wind blows, stroking the lawn on the playground and stroking the faces of the students. In an instant, a warm current welled up in my heart. Sometimes, we will run on the playground, and our classmates will run like wild horses. I also ran away, feeling as if I were in the endless prairie, facing the autumn wind and enjoying unlimited freedom and joy. This feeling is really wonderful. At this time, a classmate wearing a heavy coat was running on the runway, and his coat trembled with his footsteps. Haha, she is wearing a coat, as if she were wearing a quilt. I don't know who said a word, which made all the students around laugh.
Students often play basketball together in the basketball court. Look, how fierce the basketball game is. The students are fighting for each other. The sound of basketball landing is like a beautiful music, praising the joy of autumn. At this time, a classmate quickly grabbed the ball, a gorgeous three-step layup, and the ball scored! The onlookers burst into warm applause. The students who scored the goal didn't seem satisfied. One turned around and threw the ball to his teammates. Beautiful movements and precise throwing skills attracted bursts of applause from the students. A slow autumn wind blew the students' laughter to every corner of the campus. A wonderful basketball game made the students no longer strangers, made their hearts stick closer, and we all became bosom friends.
It's getting dark and the day's life is over. Walking on my way home, I saw the leaves of small trees on the roadside falling slowly, flying in the air like yellow butterflies, and I couldn't help but recall my life in my new school. The grass in the yard gradually fell asleep, and the whole yard became silent. Such a silent night makes me look forward to a brand-new day when the sun rises from the sky tomorrow morning, and also makes me feel the infinite joy and excitement when I meet my classmates again.
Unforgettable seventh-grade life composition 2 Junior high school life is changeable, full of joy and sadness. I have nothing to do during the holiday. I opened the photo album beside my bed. This photo album records my junior high school life. These scenes seem to have happened yesterday. The first class I remember is Chinese. The Chinese teacher came to the classroom early. This scene left a deep impression on me: I saw a strong man standing in front of the classroom, with dark skin and bright eyes, staring at every classmate. The square head made us want to laugh, but we held back-who wouldn't want to leave a good impression on the teacher? When the bell rang, he slowly stepped onto the platform and stood in the middle: Hello, classmates, I am Chinese teacher Y, and I will lead students to swim in the ocean of Chinese in the future. After saying this, he gently picked up a piece of chalk and wrote six big characters on the blackboard, one for the first-grade students. After Chinese class, don't drink water, don't eat snacks, and don't stand up your collar. When the self-study class comes, some people will chat happily in a low voice and observe the monitor's every move from the corner of their eyes. Some people convey this message with great joy.
The special homework classroom is also full of happy atmosphere. Suddenly, footsteps from far to near. I don't know who shouted: the teacher is coming! As a result, everyone immediately quieted down and pretended to be doing homework or reviewing. The classroom was silent. I only heard footsteps getting louder and louder. I just feel that I haven't seen the teacher for a long time. The students can't help playing again. Classroom is like a drop of water falling into boiling oil and frying the pot. Only the monitor sighed helplessly. Since entering junior high school, every exam has become very important. We studied hard before the exam. During the exam, we tried to answer questions. As soon as the exam was over, we became nervous again. What if we fail? When the teacher is reading the grades, the students are so absorbed that they are afraid of missing themselves. Every time I read someone, my heart hurts once.
When he woke up, he became lively again. Look! This is my junior high school life, all the joys and sorrows.
Unforgettable seventh grade life composition 3 Time flies. In a blink of an eye, I will bid farewell to my first-grade life. At this time, in addition to reviewing well and welcoming the final exam, what we have to do is to pick up the pearls scattered on the road of growth.
In these fragmentary memories, there are cruel military training, cultural reading festival and vibrant art festival ... However, what I remember vividly is the passionate sports meeting and a lively and interesting class.
At the sports meeting, the events I reported were 1500m and 800m. The first item is1500m. The starting gun rang and everyone's heart was in their throats. Suddenly, I felt my heart beating faster and faster. I feel that time has passed so slowly. Bang, everyone rushed to the front, like a runaway wild horse, speeding on the oval track.
I made great efforts, but I accidentally sprained my ankle in the last lap, which delayed the best time for the sprint. Finally, I won the second place.
The next afternoon, it was time to run 800 meters. I was very nervous when I was on the court, because I sprained my foot yesterday and I was afraid I wouldn't play well, so I was very nervous. The competition started as scheduled. As expected, I just won the sixth place.
After the art festival, the teacher gave us a lively, interesting and instructive lesson. In this class, the teacher didn't have any knowledge about the lecture book at all, but just took us to do some intellectual games, pointing to numbers and guessing cards ... The game I remember vividly is to draw a 5 * 5 table, fill in 1-25 randomly and point it out in order as quickly as possible. When the teacher remembers, the game looks simple, but the previous times were actually difficult.
Those pearls instantly turned into big, round and beautiful pearls. I will put it on one by one with the thread of time, observe it carefully and taste it slowly.
Off the unforgettable first year of life, is about to usher in an unforgettable second year of life. What will it be like?
Unforgettable seventh grade life composition 4 is as beautiful as flowers and jade, like water flowing for years. The more beautiful things are, the easier it is to die, just like my first life.
From the moment I stepped into Class 7, Grade 7, No.1 Middle School of Corps, I was closely tied to it, laughing for me and sorrowing for me. ...
God is good to me! As soon as I arrived at the first grade, I was admitted to Class 7. From then on, a kind and experienced head teacher, a gentle and talented deputy head teacher, and a large group of sunny and distinctive students will accompany me through the whole three spring and autumn study life.
When I was still in a daze, the final exam of the first semester came.
After learning that geography, biology, history and a series of "resumption classes" have to be formally tested, my heart is cold from the inside out!
You know, in the first semester of junior high school, when my "biological clock" was not adjusted, biology and geography classes happened to be the most sleepy time for me. These two courses are synonymous with "sleeping class"! In desperation, I reluctantly picked up a brand-new book and turned it page by page. After only a few flips, I lost confidence. I can't understand any of the red and green topographic maps and strange cells in the book! With the belief of success and failure, extremely diligent review can also be said to be preview! At that time, I thought: even if I fight for this life, I will be admitted!
Fortunately, he didn't die later. Not only that, I actually did well in the exam, with an average of 90 points in all subjects!
After this terrible "battle", I dare not be absent-minded in class any more. The results have really improved a lot this time.
Recalling those "Days of Our Lives", I felt a lot at the moment.
Unforgettable seventh-grade life composition 5 is something I will never forget, such as my first day.
Last September 1 day, we came to this school and this class with immature faces. I came to a new group. At first, I couldn't forget the wonderful time of six years in primary school, which was incompatible with everything around me. I don't want to talk to everyone I don't know, but gradually, I realize that memories are just the past, and the future is still very long, so I can't stay in the past all the time. I began to integrate into this group.
In the first exam, I got the first place in my class, which surprised me and surprised me. My classmates praised me, and I was no longer "quiet" and quickly "mingled" with them.
Shortly after this exam, in math class, I was punished for mopping the floor behind me with a piece of paper and writing a 500-word instruction. After class, my depressed mood finally broke out, and I cried on my desk ... Many students came to comfort me, they handed me tissues, and some students said to help me write instructions. On that day, I felt the warmth of this "home"
On New Year's Eve, we rehearsed a program together. Everyone is very careful. Everyone has a strong sense of collective honor and wants to win glory for the class. I am the same as my classmates. We are a group of 62 students and we love this group very much.
"14 16, strive for self-improvement, study hard and forge ahead in unity." Listen, how loud the noise is in the classroom. The first day of life is so unforgettable. On the first day of life, there are four kinds of bittersweet tastes.
In grade one, I made many friends. Senior one, I joined a new "big family". In senior one, I learned a lot.
I have encountered many setbacks in my growth, but I want to shrink back in front of them every time. But on the first day, when I met with setbacks again, I understood that no matter what setbacks there are on the road of life, please remember: if you get wet by the heavy rain, be your own sun.
I gained friendship in the first day of junior high school; Many truths that I know in the first day; My life in grade one is unforgettable. If the memory style, please bring me this dream that I don't want to wake up.
Unforgettable seventh-grade life composition 6 The life of the first grade of junior high school passed in a blink of an eye. This year, scenes appeared in my mind like movies. Some of them made us laugh on April 1 April Fool's Day. When we encounter difficulties, we face them together and challenge them hand in hand. Some of them struggled hard on the playground ... Those photos and faces are now my memories.
In junior high school, we worked hard for our dreams. We have always been humble for each other's friendship; We used to quarrel over trifles; We used to ... these were our happy times. We share each other's happiness and tell each other's worries. We are an enterprising group-Class 7 (17), and the slogan of our class just reflects our collective "There are tigers in the mountains, dragons in the water, 17, 17 always win the first place"!
In the tug-of-war, we won the first prize by beating our opponents in unity, which added a lot of luster to our class and showed the elegance of our Class 7 (17). In the calligraphy competition, we showed our fonts and styles. Although we didn't get good grades, it added a precious wealth to our happy memories. In the classroom, we pricked up our ears to listen to the teacher's serious teaching and swam together in the ocean of knowledge.
What a warm collective, what a United collective, what a unique collective!
Even if you can't bear to leave Class 7 (17). I have a thousand words to say to the class (17), but I don't know how to say them, so I have to say to the class (17), "Goodbye, lovely Class 7 (17)!"
This is my unforgettable first day of life. Our laughter and crying seem to linger in my ears. Every scene is deep in my mind, and I will never forget my first day of life!
Unforgettable seventh-grade life composition 7 Time slips away quietly and flies like an hourglass. Standing at the door of the class, my thoughts turn around. This group of classmates who accompany me day and night have brought me unlimited fun in the past year of senior one.
"Come on!" I shouted loudly to cheer for the members on the playground. I saw the students staggering on both sides of the rope. Before the game started, the two players had already started a round of "war of words". Our players all left a message: "Wait, I'll show you what spike is!" " The enemy team showed no weakness:
"Hum, the victory must be ours!" With the harsh "beep", the tug-of-war began, and the players on both sides immediately went down the mountain like tigers, sucking their own milk one by one.
I saw that some of them circled the rope several times with their hands, and some stood behind as the "finale" heavyweight players. They all lunged with their legs, leaned back slightly, and held the rope tightly with their arms. With the neat sound of the horn, the enemy was finally defeated. Although the game is over, those hard-working figures have left an indelible impression in my mind.
An unremarkable recess, but in the hearts of some of our classmates, is extraordinary. I'm afraid to prepare the theme of my speech-if I only have three days left. We will hold an impromptu speech contest next class. In my nervous and expectant mood, the bell rang and the game began in the sweet voice of the little host.
The speaker stepped onto the platform with his head held high. Their speeches were wonderful or bad, which made my heart ache. What would I do? It's finally my turn. I took a deep breath and walked to the podium with a heart. But when I saw dozens of pairs of sparkling eyes under the stage, my fear suddenly vanished. I believe I can do it well! With everyone watching, I started my speech. ...
Looking back on the past year of senior one, I not only gained knowledge, but also gained joy. Those things in the first day will always shine in my memory, and I will move towards a brighter second day with confidence and hope!
Unforgettable seventh-grade life composition 8 In a blink of an eye, the first day of junior high school came to an end. Looking back on this year, most people are 2.1, but I am 3.3.
classroom
Before class, some people concentrate on their homework, some people chat happily in a low voice, some people pass notes happily ... There is a free atmosphere in the classroom.
Suddenly, the footsteps were far and near, and I don't know who shouted, "The teacher is coming!" " "So, everyone instantly quiet down, pretending to do homework or review. I only heard footsteps getting louder and louder, but I felt that I had waited for a long time and still didn't see the teacher. Some people can't hold back and relax again. The classroom is like a drop of water dripping into boiling oil and frying the pot. Only the members of the Commission for Discipline Inspection and the monitor are sighing.
restaurant
With the familiar bell ringing, it's time for lunch. The students who have been "sick" since morning are all alive and kicking now. Walking into the restaurant, I don't know which classmate shouted "I ate noodles again today." Suddenly, there was a commotion. Someone shouted, "Everybody be quiet! We eat noodles every day, and the nutrition is simply not enough.
Being hungry before dinner time will really affect our study. When everyone was responding, several "fat pigs" interrupted: "This is good for us. We usually try to lose weight, but we have never succeeded. Great, we lost several pounds in a short time! " As soon as the voice fell, they burst into laughter. Some just put their rice in their mouths and then spit it out.
bedroom
After a busy day's homework, I can finally rest. As a result, some people always take the initiative when you are sleepy: "By the way, today our teacher criticized me and said that I copied my homework." The one who sleeps in the lower berth starts first. Then the classmate beside the bed: "Good criticism, see if you dare in the future!" " "The students in the lower berth were angry and they quarreled. ...
I couldn't listen any longer, and roared, "There will be a class tomorrow. Have a good rest and spend more time studying! " "The dormitory was silent again.
This is my first day. Without explosion, one day is a year. But think about it carefully, which memorable years in life are never dull!
Unforgettable Life Composition of Grade 7 9 Life in Grade 1 is colorful, rich and substantial in my eyes, and it is the most beautiful page engraved in my memory.
When I first entered junior high school, in the face of all strange things, an amiable teacher led me into the door of Grade One 1 class. She told us that this was our collective. So, I became a classmate in Class One, Grade One.
Under the scorching sun, the harsh whistle turned the first page of my senior one life. The three-day military training combined the feelings between my classmates and me, and this lovely instructor added a wonderful impression to me. These three days, there were laughter and tears, bitterness and sweetness, and bursts of laughter made me feel that this is really a lovely group and an amiable class. I really like it.
After the military training, I stepped into a tense study life. Dear and lovely teachers have poured a desire to learn into my heart and planted a tree that loves learning in my heart.
The first grade study is very hard and tiring, but in this warm group, it is full of laughter and happiness. Although learning is bitter, but the heart is sweet and the spirit is good, learning becomes a pleasure. I feel from the bottom of my heart that this is a lovely group led by many teachers, and my study will not be bitter.
What impressed me most was the sports meeting. I had an accident, that is, I felt the teacher's care and collective warmth at that time. With the concern of my classmates and the comfort of my teachers, I no longer feel the pain of the wound, but only feel a warm current pouring into my deepest heart. I feel closer to this group and my classmates. ...
But this time I also brought a small honor to the group, and my explanation won the first prize. I know this is just a little reward for the group …
These are just a few episodes of the wonderful life of senior one. This group has brought me great happiness and made my life more substantial, moving and enjoyable ... My life in senior one can be said to be extremely colorful: military training, sports meeting, teachers and classmates ... all left the best page in my memory, which I will never forget.
Unforgettable seventh-grade life composition 10 The sun is scorching, and beautiful flowers dare not show charming smiling faces. The cool breeze blew away the summer heat for us, quietly brought us cold winds, and ruthlessly took away my first day, leaving only a deep memory for me.
The progress in class, the play after class, the fun after school ... everything is as fresh as yesterday.
Looking around, strange faces, full of domineering. My good mood suddenly disappeared without a trace. The head teacher is in his forties, male, with Su Mu's brilliance in his eyes. In a flash, a terrible atmosphere enveloped me. The head teacher kept talking about my ear dozing off, and it wasn't over yet. Probably wordiness is a common problem for teachers of this age. Out of natural rebellion and feeling of falling from the highest point, I have no good feelings for this class and this teacher. The next day, I reluctantly approached the new classroom of my new life without land.
Listening to the teacher's inculcation, several weeks passed unconsciously. As new human beings, we are easy to accept new things and have long been acquainted. Gradually, I found this class full of energy!
That seemingly arrogant static, in fact, there is no shelf, very approachable.
Wei, especially naughty, is not bad. He helped me when I was in trouble.
That madman is very clever. He can't do this math problem without it.
Especially in the relay race, the students who were selected as athletes went forward bravely. I saw it from their difficult expressions, and so did my classmates. They love the hearts of the class. Look! When the impatient seventeen sticks were handed over to the next stick, there was a mistake. Our class is behind. The loudest cheers of the students outside the stadium comforted and encouraged them. The last few sticks caught up and completed a beautiful handover. The first laurel, we got it back!
I'm boiling, and so is Class 225! I found that I had integrated into this group. Our collective is great!
I love this course! In this group, I am happy, I am proud, and I have high morale!
My first life, two words: beautiful!
Unforgettable seventh-grade life composition 1 1 My first-year life is like several drinks with different styles and tastes, which always leave endless aftertaste.
The first day of life is a cup of nutritious fruit and vegetable juice. I still remember the military training when I first entered junior high school. Keep your posture in the hot sun, even if you can't last long, even if your face is sweaty, you will never give up. Even the scorching sun can't shake our firm belief. Military training has tempered our minds, and we have gradually shed our immature coat and become more mature and patient.
Life in grade one is a cup of bitter coffee. Once a week, it's always cold. This determines your "life and death". If you do well in the exam, you can go home safely, and you may be praised by the teacher. If you don't do well in the exam, you have to stay and accept the teacher's "chicken soup for the soul" for nearly an hour. If the situation is serious, you may not be able to go back. Therefore, whenever I have a holiday, I will spend it in fear and irritability. Of course, this is not only bitter, but also a little sweet, so I will keep telling myself that if I want a happy rest day, I must take grades as the premise. So coffee is not necessarily bitter.
The first day of life is still a cup of thick hot milk. When I am sick, I have the concern of my classmates and the greetings from my teachers. When I meet happy things, I have good girlfriends to share with me. I also have classmates to comfort me when I am sad. Fight with classmates all day, and live together like children at school. What a happy thing!
Life in the first grade is a delicious soda. The magic weapon of examination, examination, examination and teachers, the lifeblood of students. After the final exam results came out, some students took a helicopter, and I was like a bottle of soda with the lid opened, which dropped to more than 500 in lightning speed. I hope this bottle of coke will increase in price in the future.
The first day of junior high school gave me different memories. I will cherish this wonderful time in my heart forever, and become the most precious wealth and the scenery that will never fade!
Unforgettable seventh-grade life composition 12 life in junior high school, described in language, is busy.
Busy in class, busy attending classes, busy taking notes, busy thinking. Busy raising hands and answering questions, especially a slow-moving turtle like me, can't take notes and can't restrain my desire to answer questions correctly, so
I am very busy after class. I'm busy looking for someone to borrow my notebook. The pen tip brushes quickly, but I'm still busy reciting. Teacher Zhang seldom has time to give alms, but I am the team leader and I am busy checking the recitation of the team members. I am busy screaming, "Oh, my God! I haven't gone to the toilet yet! " Then there was a laugh.
When I was eating, I wolfed it down and swept it away, completely ignoring the lady's demeanor, because I was busy checking the hygiene later. Who told me that I was the "waiter" who managed the hygiene of the class restaurant? I'm really worried about when I will choke to death.
The self-study class is busier. I am busy doing dark homework for us who have just spent a carefree summer vacation. I want to secretly remind myself: speed up, hurry up, hurry up!
On the way to and from school, I was so anxious. In the morning, I want not to be late. In the evening, I looked at the delicious food on the table, but even the large cluster of purple morning glory in full bloom at my door didn't distract me.
Although busy, we are also good at using laughter. Our laughter is much more than before. During the break, we are always amused by a word, a sentence and an action, pounding the table like crazy people and laughing unscrupulously. We are really happy, and we are really happy with our classmates!
In the future, I will be busier, but I will always be busy!