When I was a child, I almost couldn't go to school because my family was poor. My mother borrowed the tuition from door to door. With the help of my mother, the school can be settled. However, the problem of schoolbags also followed. Even the tuition is borrowed. Where can I buy a schoolbag? The family sat down to discuss a lot, and the silent grandfather suddenly said, "If it doesn't work, I'll cut my blue coat and make you a schoolbag." No, that's your only good dress. "Grandma said quickly," What do you say? " Grandpa anxiously said that there is still a little cloth to save, or use those! "Mother said at a side. Ok, I have some there, too It seems that my little grandson can read. In this way, my "flower bag" was "produced" with the help of my family.
I ran happily to school with my "flower bag" on my back, but it was followed by a sour smell. Because other people's schoolbags are all new and beautiful, I have the idea of tearing them up in my heart. After a while, the "flower bag" became terrible under my "infringement".
When I got home, grandma asked me what was wrong. I cried, bowed my head and dared not look up, for fear that grandma would see through my "conspiracy." "You look up and tell grandma what's going on?" Grandma said kindly. "My schoolbag is broken." Who broke it? Grandpa shouted when he heard someone talking in the room. He strode in, his face blue and his eyes red. What are you doing? Are you scaring the kids? What did you say to grandma? I know this matter has reached this point, and I can't keep it from them any longer. I told my grandmother the reason. Grandpa flew into a rage. Grandma said, "Don't tell your mother. If she knew, she wouldn't hit you. Grandma will help you make another one. " Although grandma said so, you can see from her eyes that she is very sad.
In the evening, I slept, but the light in grandma's room was still on.
The next morning, I got up and saw a schoolbag with new books on it. It's blue. It's grandpa's blue vest.
Thought of here, my eyes are moist again. Looking at the schoolbag on the wall and wiping away the tears on my face, I vowed to study hard and not let grandma be sad again.
Chapter Two: About the Precious Composition 600 words The excellent cold wind in junior high school raged and eroded the earth. Looking back, today is the time for beginning of winter. A person in my memory, I will remember that look. I ran as usual, and when I turned around, there was no one behind me, even vague, only the small trees on both sides stood firm. Today, were you awakened by the alarm clock? I ordered it, right?
A cold wind blew and I put my hand in my sleeve. I couldn't help looking back. It's dark and desolate. Empty. Vaguely, a familiar figure appeared in the Woods. I was ecstatic, slowed down and waited for him to come to me quietly. Step by step, I entered, and I got closer. My face gradually became clear, and I called "Dad" like a reflex! However, there was no response ... knowing his past. Only to find out that he is not. I suddenly collapsed,
The wind is getting colder and colder, and the weak body can no longer resist his blow. My body suddenly became so heavy that I couldn't even walk. Looking up at the drifting back, I was not only amazed. It's really similar! No longer inadvertently run down and continue to run down, collapsed on the grass, looking at the sky, remembering. ...
If only dad were at home. He will definitely run with me. All thumbs, he always follows me and occasionally tells me to wait for him. His rickety body is ridiculous! I think, if I do it again, I will wait for him, right? I like his deep eyes best. Every time I can't keep going, I will always turn back. They are a pair of hopeful eyes, full of hope for me. I don't know when, two lines of tears have slipped down my cheeks. Dear dad, how long has it been since we ran? You must be lazy, or did you turn off the alarm clock? Have you gained weight again? So stupid, you still want to catch up with me?
Did you hear that? I'm thinking about you! I'm just at a loss. I don't know, when will that hopeful look reappear? I'm waiting.
Chapter III: About Precious Composition 600 words Excellent sunflowers in junior high school will also shed golden sadness on the sun until the day they die, which is a picture belonging to the sun. I would like to shuttle between sunflowers with you, sit on the swing and watch the golden sunshine in the distance.
To commemorate our time together, every time, I feel sad. I have the strength you gave me. Every time, despair is with you Dark sky, because you hung a rainbow. You know, our future road will be very long, very long ... I will remember the days when I had you and the dependence you gave me when I was most helpless. Although we didn't grow up together, you and I will always be treasured in my memory. It will also become a beautiful scenery in my life.
In a corner of the soul, it is still so fragile, everything is just pretending to be strong, and the indifference of appearance is just to cover up the fragility of the heart! Sometimes I am not familiar with myself. I regard myself as so unimportant that even if it hurts, I feel it is a kind of enjoyment. No matter how many scars, you will only smile indifferently. Sometimes I think:' If life can be customized, if life can be customized, will you still be tired? "Maybe not!"
Treasured memories, I don't know how many times I review them every day. Sometimes I will stand under the heavy rain like a fool, thinking too much about problems that I can't let go in the end. If it's meant to be, it can't be changed. How should I face the future in my memory?
I sincerely thank everyone who has walked through my life, and I will not deliberately comment on the right and wrong of the past, because I will spend my future life with all my memories, and I hope that my former self will not be all sad in each other's memories.
Article 4: About the Precious Composition 600 words The wonderful life of junior high school is actually extraordinary, perhaps dull, but it is the most really sweet, just like the most precious treasure in my heart, in fact, it can be very simple, just like a homework list full of friendship.
The deskmate is careless and always forgets things, which seems to be her sign and the reason why I bully her. I thought: this girl probably won't do anything serious.
I really don't know whether it is exaggerated or carried away. That morning, the team leader found me while checking my homework. "eh? Why didn't you finish this part of the homework? " Those eyes, which usually stay like wooden geese, shine like finding any prey and sweep back and forth in my exercise book like reconnaissance planes. I didn't finish my homework? ! God-my face is burning up quickly. I'm embarrassed, scared and a little nervous. Oh, what homework was assigned yesterday? I did a quick scan in "Brain Memory"-the data display has been deleted. Vanity and self-discipline are screaming, and there is nothing I can do. It hurts me to watch the team leader deduct my points in the integral column.
This day has become so long, just like a piece of slowly melting sugar, it is drawn into thin silk, which is very long, but the taste is not sweet at all and very bitter.
Finally, after school, my deskmate stopped me before I walked out of the classroom with a piece of paper in my hand. This girl has been holding a test paper since I was deducted by the team leader in the morning, and then she asked questions. She must have been stumped by something. "I'm not in the mood to give you the meaning of analyzing the problem now." I waved my hand, and she was stunned at first, and then knocked on my head with a pen. "Hey, you were so careless this morning. What should you do next time?" This is today's homework list. "I took the paper and was a little surprised: I remembered every assignment in such detail, just like the teacher was repeating it. I was moved for a moment and wanted to say "thank you", but I blurted out "You girl, you are so careful. "Her eyes are so clear, eyes touch each other, see each other's heart. After that, the daily homework list became the most wonderful tacit understanding between us.
Now, I have developed the habit of leaving my homework, but I carefully collected the homework sheets at the same table. It is the simplest, truest and clearest friendship, and it is a precious treasure in my heart!
Chapter 5: About the Precious Composition 600 words That beautiful autumn in junior high school, a yellow leaf suddenly fell from my face. I am very sad, I think I should cherish the green in summer.
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There are not many things that can accompany us all our lives. Perhaps it is a promise of love, saying, I am willing to spend my life with you, then why are there widows and old bachelors? Maybe he used to be the best confidant, so why are there old photos that are yellowed and particularly fragrant? Perhaps it is a few profound words of wisdom, so what do you remember in the river of memory and forgetting? Don't forget that we came into this world crying, and when we are old, what can we hold with our hands? What can accompany us is only our bright red heart and what we cherish in our hearts.
It's not the flourishing age of 3,000, not the gold of 12,000, not the epigraphy antique calligraphy and painting; It's not endless hate, lingering love, or fame and fortune that we don't deserve to boast about. And simple, or spring breeze, or straw in September, or even a small green leaf, or the first snow in warm winter.
As for me, I like this beautiful nature. Because I love nature, I want to keep it in my heart and cherish it. However, I find that my little heart can't hold its beauty and breadth. So that every gust of wind can make my heart fluctuate; Every drop of rain, kinetic energy moistens my chapped lips; Every tree can make me feel awe; Every creature makes me feel extremely happy.
So, I wrote all the beauty and goodness in nature on a leaf of nature, put it in 888 pages of a thick Chinese dictionary and treasured it. So, I write all the beauty and goodness in my life in my heart, write the four walls full of heart, and cherish them with beautiful eyes. When I am old and barren, I can still remember the goodness, beauty and goodness in this world.
And you, in your life, should cherish and cherish some meaningful things in your life. Don't miss the leaves that were once green and withered when you are old and barren.
Article 6: Composition about Treasures 600 words Excellent junior high school students may each have one or two treasures, or a rare antique, or a gadget, but I think whatever it is, it must be something you care about very much.
I like to collect some unique postcards. There are mountains of famous postcards in my bookcase. But one of these postcards is the most unique, beautiful and meaningful one in my mind.
This postcard is neither rectangular nor square, but leaf-shaped. But this box of postcards, each with a different shape, each with a different color. In short, none of the more than 50 cards are the same. And on the side that is not written, the veins of the leaves on the picture are a little convex, and you can feel those thin veins with your hands.
At that time, I went shopping with my good friends. I took a fancy to it at first sight in the shop. Of course, it's worth it. This box of business cards is so unique that it must be more expensive than ordinary postcards. Originally, a box of postcards was only 80 yuan, and I bought ten yuan postcards at most, but this box of postcards was 17 yuan. "alas!" I had to watch and go home reluctantly.
"Aren't you going to buy it?" My best friend asked me.
"Sure, but next time!" When I finish, I will walk out of the shop.
"alas? What's the next time? There is only one box left! " She grabbed me and pulled me back.
"Don't go home and get the money!" I said.
"It's half past eight in the evening, and it will be closed in ten minutes! Your home is so far away from here, you are kidding! "
"What shall we do?"
She looked at the manuscript in her hand and sighed and said, "Forget it, I won't buy it, there are many new goods anyway!" " Then she put the manuscript back on the shelf, bought me a postcard and said, "Here, don't give me money." Isn't next Saturday your birthday "When it is your birthday present, don't thank me too much."
Then, the unique postcard arrived in my hand. I think I will cherish this postcard forever.
Chapter VII: About the Precious Composition 600 words Excellent junior high school students didn't sleep tonight, tears wet my clothes, and I waited in the street, waiting for the dawn of friendship to reappear.
Girl, do you still remember the warm night when our world was in full bloom? Two childish faces, reflecting the sunset glow, look so sunny and lovely, and the weak figure shuttles back and forth, like a busy green butterfly shuttling among the flowers. We * * * held up printed porcelain cups and drank green tea filled with happiness. Under its witness, we held hands and said, "We don't want to be born on the same day in the same year, but we want to die on the same day in the same year." Childish voice through the alley, through the building, echoed in every sunny corner. However, that day, the printed porcelain cup was broken.
"Go away! I don't need your hypocrisy! " I have gone far before you can explain. You look blank and lonely, and the sunset glow in your memory is quiet and beautiful, but it is ruthlessly swallowed up by darkness. Fragments were scattered all over the floor, and they were silently displaced like ashes. Can a broken porcelain cup that has never laughed in the past "start over for the second time" after repentance?
Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? I once sneaked into an alley, trying to save everything. I practiced apologizing again and again because I was too weak to say it. Finally, the hesitant figure left. "Next time, I will apologize to her and everything will be fine." No, I can't see you again. ...
Empty streets and lanes, once people can't help wasting their time, and they are also brought to strange cities by years. I have scattered porcelain in my hand, and the sunset is not so warm. There is a lonely meadow crouching in the corner, and I can't see the sun. I can only sing softly: "The fragrant nest has been built in March, and the swallow in the beam is too heartless. Although you can pick flowers next year, it is not easy for people to go to the empty nest. " Dead sadness, only sobbing and longing for the night, has not disappeared for a long time.
On the day of origin, you told me that we were good friends forever. Will you forgive me?
In my dream, I still smile, pick up bits and pieces, and return to the exquisiteness of the past bit by bit. We chase and fight, you hold my hand, walk in the forest, kiss the fallen flowers on the cheek, sit on the green grass, and we write fairy tales of friendship together.
"We are good friends for life, right?"
"Well, all my life."