original publisher: junior high school students write a 6-word introduction to a perfect composition. When students can express their basic meaning orally in a more appropriate way, tell them how to write what they say, try to write down what they say, and then process and modify it, it will be a very good article. The following is a 6-word composition for junior high school students carefully compiled by us for your reference. Chapter 1: Since childhood, we have our own idols. Of course, everyone's idols are different. Some people like handsome people, while others like the family background of stars. My favorite star, I'm not sure everyone knows him, but everyone must know his title-"Asian Dance King". When I was in primary school, I began to pay attention to him and slowly began to like him. I like him at first because he is handsome and can be described as impeccable; But slowly, I like his songs, her dancing and his filial piety to his mother. He put up with the gossip behind his back. When I felt tired from studying, he said something that shocked me: persistence is more terrible than hard work. Really, people who haven't tried don't understand, and those who have tried dare not try again. After entering junior high school, many people don't like him and talk about him behind his back, but I firmly believe that every star's success has sweat. Everyone should work hard. It was also he who let me know how to be filial to my parents. His book "Logic Lesson" is touching and touching. In this book, we can see how much he loves his mother. He recorded everything his mother taught him in the book, letting us know that his parents love us and have believed in it for so many years. I like him because he is unique and no one can compare with him. Since he entered the entertainment industry, he has been an all-round artist. The first TV series "butterfly lovers" played Liang Shanbo, and later we can see him in many TV series. Yuan Daying in "basketball fire" is our deep understanding. It is very important to pay attention to the examination of the topic (that is, to examine the materials), which determines the success or failure of the article. Because the materials of a small composition often imply several writing requirements, such as not careful reading and grasping. Second, pay attention to the conciseness of language, which is reflected in two aspects. First, the number of words in a small composition is generally 1┄3 words, which is limited by space. Second, if you are writing practical writing, the language must be concise, because conciseness is the most basic requirement of practical writing. Third, strive to have a complete structure. A small composition is a fragmentary composition, not a chapter. Even so, you can't blindly. Fourth, pay attention to the use of expression is restricted by style. An article always focuses on one expression and uses other expressions at the same time. Small compositions should also pay attention to this point. For example, the Chinese small composition in the senior high school entrance examination in Jiangxi Province in 22 is a choice. (1) Describe your favorite color through a certain scene or scene. (2) Comment on your favorite color. No matter which topic you choose, or describe or describe it, There is always one way of expression. But if you can use other ways of expression, such as discussion and lyricism, to express your opinion and love for a certain color, you can greatly add color to the essay. At that time, there were many people behind it and it was unforgettable. How many things, you can start over. Wonderful moments and beautiful permanence light up the starry sky of our lives. I still remember the person who once cared for us, the things that warmed us, the scenery that pleased us, and the feelings that I felt-the eyes, the smile, the companionship and the encouragement. Are fixed in the depths of the heart. Take out that poignant figure from the box of mind. That shadow belongs to the king-father at home. Inadvertently, I saw my father sitting at the writing desk, drawing and drawing, and his back became heavy. Although there was no white hair on his head, at that moment, I suddenly felt that the burden on his father was going to weigh him out of breath. My impression of my father is cool, and he is the tree we rely on. He used to be a soldier. After he retired, he learned a skill to do things neatly. Everything seems to be nothing in his hands. He will always meet our reasonable demands. My father is a multifaceted figure in my mind. Educators know how to respect us and say "please help me" when they ask us to help. When we rebel, he won't tell each other bad words, let alone punch each other. He will repeat what we did, and after reading it, we will know that we took it wrong without my father saying, and we won't make similar mistakes again. Time flies, and my father in my impression has changed a little in dealing with the old man of time. He is afraid of the old man of time, and he is afraid that we will fly away when we grow up. He said, "Although she was accompanied by our mother after we left, and Grandpa cared for him, there was always something missing, an unspeakable feeling!" I didn't find the ruthlessness of the old man until I found that my father's back had some radians! That radian figure makes me realize that my father is getting old and we are growing up, so it's time to help take some responsibilities! At that time, that figure made me realize that I had grown up; At that time, that figure made me feel distressed; At that time, that figure will always be engraved in my heart! Growing pains Little boy, little worry, carefree and happy …… "Whenever I hear the third grade children sing this song, my heart is always sour … When I was a child, I wanted to grow up very much, because when I grew up, I could do many things I wanted to do, without having to carry my mother's nagging and my father's blame. But when I really grew up, there were many troubles. When I come home every day when I grow up, I am confused by a lot of homework. I have to write and write hard, but my homework is finished today, and there will be tomorrow. It seems that I will never finish it. I've been studying hard all day at school, and the teacher is urging me. Although I take learning seriously, I actually hate it. I'm boring and miserable. I tried my best to be a good boy, but my parents said that when I grew up, they asked me to do the same with many demands. I was annoyed, and I was born in a bitter sea. Today, I am in Grade Three, and I am faced with the city-wide unified examination. The burden is heavy and the competition is so great. What can I do if I fail in the examination? I worry about it every day, forcing me to make an extra AB volume and counseling book. Oh, it's so boring, I'm simply not interested! . After school, I dare not play and read my favorite books. I'm afraid I can't finish my homework. I can only try my best to wriggle my pen in my notebook. When the lights are on, I ride my bike on my way home. The course is also gradually heavy. Whenever I go home to review at night, I look at a lot of books. I really don't know which subject to review, Chinese? Or math? Or English? Or ... How I wish I had time to play! Playing badminton and watching TV for a while will probably become my greatest enjoyment. Whenever I see a large group of children jumping around, I want to be one with them! But playing, I remembered my poor homework again, and I was not in the mood to play again. How I want to go back to my childhood, lose my endless troubles and be a carefree child again. 2 Under the dim desk lamp, I stare at this cup of tea, and the impact of boiling water again and again makes me feel the fragrance of tea. The sweetness slightly contained in the bitterness was also occupied by my greedy mouth. The hazy eyes outlined the hazy memory, but the memory was no longer hazy. Too much homework "makes it difficult" to have fun, and the seriousness of the teacher "inhibits" the laughter and the heavy pressure, and "creates" us in the dream-the growing troubles. Open the book of heavy memories, and the thoughts are a little bit, perhaps some past events that are tirelessly looking back. When I first arrived, a fragile me was aimed at the "weakness" by the "enemy", and that fragile me was sacrificed on the "blood" field, but I stood up again with a "reading the book with a light in my sleep, ringing the bell in my dreams". During those years, I was confused in the dark. After studying, sometimes I also found a lawn that had not yet withered and yellow, and sometimes it was in front of my desk and by the window sill, watching the rows of trees standing in the distance struggling, just to give off the last bright green. What trees are those? I don't know, but what does it matter? As long as they are trees, that's enough. When I look at them in a daze, my heart will be full of thoughts. When my eyes return to the tree, my mood will be suddenly enlightened, and the pressure will be gone, and I will devote myself to busy study. It seems that the fragrance of tea has permeated the "world", and my mood is boiling. My hard work has overcome my troubles and everything, making it seem to be the last bright green, and also releasing the brilliance equivalent to summer. "Teenagers don't know what it's like to be bored", but at this turning point, if anyone relaxes, it will be "a swamp thousands of miles away and a thorn bush thousands of feet". On the contrary, if it is hard work and perseverance, what is waiting for you is "a bright future, green mountains and green waters". Do you really want to let your troubles turn into a wisp of smoke, haunt your soul, make you bored and upset? If growth is a work, then worry is a typo hidden deep in the paragraph; If growth is a blank sheet of paper, then worry is a flaw attached to the back. These tiny things seem to be deja vu, and they seem to disturb us all the time. In the growing nature, the study that used to be like a breeze has been blown away in the depths of memory by stormy study and pressure attack. My hands can't feel the temperature of the tea, and the clear fog that pervades the house has quietly disappeared. Taste the water that is "having fun in bitterness" more attentively, taste the growing pains, "being bored", and the time is "walking" and the experience is "much more". Taste the tea again, and the "bitterness" seems to have disappeared with the temperature and the time measured with the mind. Sometimes, maybe when I have less homework, I will feel that learning is more interesting, because learning something is fun. This society releases pressure on me all the time. I can't breathe. Learning is necessary. Otherwise, China's 5,-year-old culture and history will be ruined in our hands. However, we can't accept knowledge all day. This is a kind of abuse. Little teenagers have little troubles and are carefree ... "Whenever I hear children in grade three sing this song, my heart is always sour ... I really don't want to grow up. How nice it is when I was a child. I want to go back to childhood! Growing pains grow-worrying and happy, but more surrounded by worrying contradictions. For a girl who is about to become a teenage girl, she should be naive and full of happiness. However-I am worried about a double-faced me. At home, I want to play the role of a good girl, and only where there is no mother outside can I truly show myself. I have grown up, and something called vitality has sprouted in my bones, but the vitality I should have is oppressed by my mother and I dare not reveal it. This double-faced me confuses me, and I don't want to be a gentleman again and be myself all the time; But my mother has always been proud of having a daughter like me. However, there is unspeakable sadness in my heart ... Every time before going out, my mother always talks about it: girls should have a seat, a station, not laughing loudly, and say hello when they meet acquaintances ... In fact, I have heard all this so well that I can almost recite it backwards. My mother is just "routine" and repeat it. But in my opinion, these are putting a false coat on my true appearance. Only outside. Without my mother's restraint, I can laugh loudly, dance heartily and sing heartily with my classmates ... and enjoy the joy of growing up freely. Although passers-by in the street saw it, they all lamented that we teenagers were too crazy and unruly. But these can't stop us, and we are still having our fun. What kind of me am I: my mother's good girl? Vibrant teenagers? Or a crazy girl in the eyes of passers-by? No, I am who I am. I don't have to hide myself. I am an energetic teenager. I am no longer controlled by adults, I have grown up. In the future, no, from now on, at home, I am quiet but not rigid; Outside, I am energetic but not crazy. This is a double-sided me again, but I love this me, this double-sided me. The pace of growth is inseparable from troubles. I am growing, feeling growth, enjoying happiness and enjoying troubles! Growing pains "When the sun goes down, the flowers will still climb up tomorrow, and the flowers will bloom the same tomorrow. When the beautiful birds go away, my young birds will never come back ..." Dance of Youth led my thoughts to the past. Unconsciously, naive and naive, I have grown up and entered adolescence. I don't know when a few pimples broke out on my nose. From then on, I looked in the mirror every day and watched the "life" changes of these pimples. I began to ask my mother how to treat acne. I used facial cleanser, reed and other acne-removing skin care products, looking forward to the day when acne disappeared. But a week has passed, and two weeks have passed ... I have been waiting for a long time, but my acne still hasn't improved. Hey! Youth is really annoying! After a holiday, I want to be independent and do my own things when I get home. Sometimes my parents' greetings make me feel like a nagging. But when I came back to school, I had a strong sense of homesickness when I encountered some setbacks or difficulties (such as illness). I missed my parents and sometimes cried secretly. I feel strange myself. I want to be independent and dependent on my parents. I think this should be a transitional period of growth. The most annoying thing is the temper that even oneself can't accept. Growing up, my temper is getting worse and worse. Often, when discussing or discussing something with my parents, I will talk back when I disagree. My mother often says, "Hey! When I grow up, my temper is getting more and more stubborn. I really can't help you! " After a argument, I always think that I am wrong. As a result, the relationship with parents is not as close as before. I've grown a lot since I was promoted to middle school. My old clothes don't fit me, so I need to buy new ones! My mother accompanied me to buy it. After shopping for a long time, I only saw three or two things, but my mother said that children should not dress too mature. Finally, I had to buy some big children's clothes. But the shopping adds up to a lot, and I think this trip has cost a lot of money! Everyone must go through all kinds of tests on the road of growth. Some worry about their unsatisfactory studies, some worry about their acne, and some feel wronged because they can't get their parents' understanding ... I think this should be the combination of growing pains since I didn't know when. For me who has a lot of complaints to vent, this topic is very kind. Xin Qiji once said: "Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow". Perhaps his old man's carefree childhood, with the continuous development of history, left more and more troubles to us. As I grow up day by day, there are many troubles around me. Most of the things that happened at school are unwilling to talk with parents, because as long as they talk, they will make a long speech, and I am not allowed to interrupt a word, and my ears can't stand so many words coming in and out, so I don't want to make my ears suffer, so I don't want to talk to my parents! However, I write everything I want to say in a notebook every day, that is, a diary. After writing, let yourself appreciate it and solve your own problems. It started well, but gradually, I felt that my parents looked at me unnaturally, as if I had something to hide from them. (It is true that some of them don't want them to know)