Seven essays of 600 words for the second grade of junior high school

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A 600-word composition about people in the second grade of junior high school, Part 1

Recently, the teacher just changed the seats, and I was sitting together with the "sister" Arowana. Arowana's "sister" is a boy. As for the name "sister", it is probably because of his weak little body and his sissy character! It's just that I called him "Arowana" at first, but I don't know when it evolved into Golden Dragon. Fish "sister".

When it comes to the characteristics of the Arowana, the most prominent one is its orchid finger. Whenever he points to someone or something, Arowana always likes to demonstrate his orchid finger to his classmates. The delicate and white fingers were slowly raised, and the thumb and middle finger were naturally close to each other. The whole hand turned around, coupled with his mixed tone of yin and yang, he was basically a little person who aroused people's desire for protection. Sister! But in my eyes, there is an indescribable sense of disobedience. And when Arowana plays with his "jade hands", some naughty classmates always laugh at him and learn from Arowana's tone and movements, but they say: "Your orchid finger is a state that even girls can't reach." I always feel that this is The sentence is funny.

He is indeed a "feminine" Arowana, and even his warm and good character is fully reflected in him. I remember that after the run, the weather was not very hot, but I still kept it in my mouth despite being so chubby. Arowana picked up his notebook and used it as a fan to fan himself. Although the fan was blowing towards himself, I could also see that he was helping me dissipate some of the heat. Later, he bought a bottle of mineral water and handed it to me without saying anything. At that time, I was just surprised that his attitude towards me was so good, after all, I had made a joke on him before.

Arowana's grades are very good, he is among the best in the class, and he is also among the top students in the school. In Chinese, he has beautiful writing; in mathematics, he has reverse thinking; in English, he is the spokesperson for perseverance and perseverance; in physics, he is like a robot that bursts with potential at any time; in history, he seems to be a book of time from ancient times to the present Table... I also particularly envy his font, which is very "floating". The cool and powerful font makes people feel relaxed and happy when looking at it. People can't help but imagine how chic and masculine the person who wrote this font is. Unfortunately, reality always differs from people's. It goes against the imagination.

Maybe my understanding of him should not just stop at "weakness"! Writing a 600-word composition for the second grade of junior high school 2

The jet-black hair hangs vertically on the shoulders like a waterfall. , a delicate face like an oval. She has distinctive Liu Yemei eyebrows and a pair of big obsidian eyes, watery and clear in black and white. Like a deep pool, one can sink deeply into it at a glance, making it impossible to extricate oneself and making one unable to understand. Under the small and exquisite Qiong nose, there is a eloquent cherry mouth, the color of which is like a peach. It's moist and moist, making people want to kiss it. Her skin is as smooth as a freshly peeled egg. White teeth and bright eyes, pure and pure, gorgeous figure, and the whole person is as green as a green apple. These characteristics combined to form my school beauty sister - Gu Nanyuan.

My sister is not only as beautiful as a flower, but her grades are among the best, making her teacher proud of her. From first grade to eighth grade, my sister received a scholarship at the end of each semester. Every time I mention my sister to my relatives, my parents feel proud. My sister's handwriting is beautiful, the words are written like petals, the fragrance spreads far and wide, becomes more and more fragrant, and is very delicate. Every time there is a calligraphy competition, my sister can shine and get first place every time. My sister is also very versatile and dances like a dragon. The graceful figure, pure face and white shirt, green silk and ink dye, and elegant colorful fan, look like a fairy or a spirit, like a water spirit coming from a dream. My sister is gentle and kind. I remember one time when I failed an exam and my father beat me with a clothes hanger. Afterwards, I lay in bed unable to move. At that moment, the grievance and unwillingness in my heart suddenly burst out like a spring. Her nose was sore, her eyes were red, and two lines of clear tears fell quietly. At that time, it was my sister who came late with broken steps. Applying medicine to me, at that moment, the image of my sister became great again in my heart.

This is my sister, a beautiful and gentle sister. Do you also want to have a sister like this? Hehe, no way, this is my sister! This is my unique sister, I love my sister! Writing a 600-word composition for the second grade of junior high school 3

That day Sitting on the warm balcony and looking outside, there is a completely different scene outside. The cold wind blew and garbage was flying everywhere. I looked to the side and never recovered.

I suddenly rushed to the bedroom, picked up my clothes and ran out. Dad asked me where I was going. I said I was going to do something good and rushed downstairs. Dad came to the balcony and looked outside as I had just seen. He saw a woman in yellow clothes sweeping the floor with difficulty, but it was all in vain. The father smiled and said, "Xiaoxin, you have finally grown up."

When I got down there, I realized how cold it was! I don't know how the old lady survived.

I took the broom beside me and started sweeping it seriously. The old woman looked back and saw me, her eyes full of surprise. I smiled and said, "Old lady, can I sweep it for you, so that it will be cleaner?" "Thank you, good boy." ”

From now on, I will go downstairs to report on time at 8:30 every day. The old lady is very happy every time she sees me. Looking at her smile, I felt indescribably happy.

That day. The weather was gloomy and it seemed like something bad was about to happen.

Sure enough, I arrived downstairs at 8:30 on time. There was no one on the empty street, and I felt infinite fear in my heart. The time came to 12 o'clock one by one. Normally she would have been here long ago, why didn't she come now? When I got home, my father comforted me and said that I might be sick and would go tomorrow.

I went there every day after that, but never saw her. School is about to start. I went to look on the road for the last time, hoping to see the person I wanted to see. The road was very clean, and I was very happy thinking that he was here, but I didn't expect that it was another old woman.

"Old lady, where did that old lady go?" "She passed away." "Thank you." I returned home in despair and saw that the ground outside was very clean.

She is a beautiful person. She dedicated her last time to the beauty of this city. Beautiful earth, beautiful own heart, 600-word essay for the second grade of junior high school, Part 4

There is an old scavenger in our village. He may be ordinary to us, but he is optimistic and positive. The spirit of hard work and perseverance makes me in awe. Seeing his back is still so clear and still makes people think.

The long-awaited winter vacation for students is here. Of course, no matter what time, the old man is still wandering around the garbage dump. I leaned against the window quietly and looked at him as usual, and he was still smiling.

Looking back on his life experience, I don’t know much about him; his parents abandoned him; when he grew up, his adoptive parents disliked him and no longer raised him; he was scolded and beaten at home and even had scars all over his body. When the village leader saw this, he went to stop him but was insulted instead. When he was over eighteen, he finally escaped from the family. Because he had not received education and was illiterate, he encountered difficulties in society. Without a job, he could only make a living by scavenging. This all comes from my father's mouth.

I remember that when I first met you when I was a child, I liked to call him "Sanwazi". Now I realize that it is wrong to call him "Sanwazi". It turns out that just to make me happy, I would call him "Sanwazi" over and over again, but he didn't feel it. Angry, he smiled at us, and we smiled at him. Whenever he turned around, we would playfully shout like this. Over time, his back has been deeply engraved in my heart.

Hard work may be your signature. From morning to night, no matter whether there is recycling garbage on the ground or not, he insists on walking on this road, not because he hopes that anyone will pay attention to him, but because he regards it as his duty. Whenever someone encounters difficulties, he will definitely step forward to help; if there is no need, he will smile at people, and there is no loss on his face. At sunset and dusk, he staggered towards the "small house" carrying a snakeskin bag. His back made me feel a deep and complicated thought in my heart.

Today, he is even older. But he still came there on time, leaving the most beautiful back view.

After I came to my senses, I was still leaning against the window, quietly watching his busy back. He remains unchanged, his back remains unchanged, and his memories remain unchanged! 600-word composition for the second grade of junior high school 5

Huh, don’t have bad intentions when you see this topic~ Haha, it seems I guessed it right! You are all really unhealthy! Children, didn’t you see that “fly” means flying? This “fly” is not the concubine.

Yes, that's right, flying "fly"! Go ahead and fly towards your ideal!

Hey, everyone, don't be busy, I really don't want to praise her. !

She is always like that, always giving me advice when I am in trouble, always discussing problems with me, always going in and out with me after class, always when I am depressed or even collapse She wiped my tears when she was young, taught me to let go, taught me to walk my own way and leave my worries behind... Alas, it’s true, she was always like this, to the point where I seemed to have lost something important without her. Let her become one with me -

I like silence, and only she understands me - every day, she and I sit in a corner with me, especially in physical education class, we don't We like to hide in others' nests and talk about ourselves, whether it's small secrets or chatting, whether it's venting or... We all sit in a quiet corner. Quietness can make people rational and clarify their brains...

I like to tease people, but she is the only one who understands me - haha. I still remember that in elementary school, we laughed together, played pranks, drew cartoons, and the whole class got high together. In winter, we put ice cubes into the hole in someone's desk. There was heating in the class, and it melted after a while. Haha, when he came, the hole in the desk was flooded and all the books were wet... Haha , in fact, this is us hiding in a corner, covering our mouths and laughing?

I like reading, discussing problems, and... no matter what I do, my love "flying" always stays with me. around.

Well, let me tell you a little secret. Xiao Feifei followed me and learned a lot of knowledge. If I didn’t understand or had new insights, she went to ask the teacher with me. She knows as much as I do!

You are a song in my life.

There are touching chapters.

There is also real happiness.

We all need to be good, make progress together, and climb mountains and ridges together!

Friendship is great... Writing a 600-word composition for the second grade of junior high school 6

"The stars are shining in the quiet night, and the teacher's light is still on..." It's late at night, and everyone has entered a sweet dreamland. Only the light in one room is still on. Under the desk lamp, she was correcting homework meticulously... She--is our class teacher, Teacher Ma. Teacher Ma’s smile is like the spring sunshine that warms our hearts.

I remember that when I first entered the school, I was too timid to raise my hand in class, but I wanted to answer questions. Teacher Ma saw what I was thinking and encouraged me with a smile to get up and answer. Because of my timidity, I spoke as quietly as a mosquito and stuttered. My classmates all laughed, and I simply closed my mouth. The teacher walked up to me, smiled lightly at me, and looked at me with that kind look, and a warm feeling suddenly spread throughout my body. I once again mustered up the courage to answer the question completely. The teacher smiled happily and said to me: "Isn't this great? It will be like this from now on!" From then on, I was no longer afraid. I was very active in answering questions and had a lot of successful fun.

Another time, in class, the teacher was giving a lecture and suddenly walked towards my seat with a ruler and a smile. What is this for? The students all looked over in surprise. The teacher silently measured the distance between my seat and the seat of the classmate in front of me. Oh, I know, I put my desk too far forward, so that the classmates in the front row had no space. I immediately moved the table back. The classmates suddenly realized it and laughed, and I laughed sheepishly. Teacher Ma watched my every move with a happy smile on his face.

Teacher Ma’s smile is so amiable and respectable. Whenever I see her smiling face, I think of flowers. Her smiling face is as beautiful and moving as flowers. Flowers will wither, but the teacher’s smiling face will never disappear! 600-word composition for the second grade of junior high school 7

She has jet black hair, a rosy face, and a flat forehead. Under the willow eyebrows is a pair of almond-shaped eyes that are always smiling. The high bridge of her nose and the small smile on her thin red lips added a touch of charm to her beautiful appearance. She has a cheerful and lively personality and is willing to help others. She is my good friend and bestie - Xiaojia.

I remember it was an evening when the sky was full of red clouds. I was so depressed because of my unsatisfactory test scores that I rushed out without even looking at the red light when I was crossing the road. I felt someone pulling me, my steps stopped, and the car flew past the tip of my nose. It turned out that she was the one who held me back. I remember she cursed fiercely at that time: "You don't want your life! Don't you know how to read red and green? Don't lose your life because of a bad grade. Only by protecting yourself can you give your best in the next exam!" ''I was immediately amused by her "evil" face and fierce tone

Another time, on that road, an old man over sixty years old was trying to cross the road. It was rush hour, the old man walked slowly, the green light time was short, and the driver ran the red light, so it was difficult for the old man to cross the road. Without saying a word, Xiao Jia pulled me and rushed to help the old woman. She was in a hurry to go home and make dumplings for her grandson. When she saw me and Xiao Jia helping her, her old face turned into a smile. Hitting the old man. Finally, with our help, the old lady crossed the road safely. The old lady took out a few oranges from her pocket and wanted to thank us. I was about to reach out to take them, but Xiaojia took my hand. He raised the red scarf on his chest and gave a team salute to the old man: "Grandma, thank you for your kindness. This is what we should do. byebye!" After saying that, he took my hand and ran away

This is my good friend, a lively, cheerful and helpful girl - Xiaojia.