In real life or work and study, it is inevitable for everyone to come into contact with or use composition. Through composition, we can gather our scattered thoughts together. So the question is, how to write an excellent essay? The following are 10 compositions for the third grade of junior high school that I have compiled for you. You are welcome to learn from them and refer to them. I hope they will be helpful to you. Composition for the third grade of junior high school, Part 1
A gust of wind picked up a few dead leaves, brushed away the dust of the years, and opened the diary recording you and me.
唦妦
Accompanied by the fragrance, under the camphor tree. I snuggled there and watched six rounds of late autumn. That, once had our laughter and laughter, the sun poured down quietly, I turned over one book after another, watched so many dusk, the clouds had different shapes, a horizontal line crossed the sky, dyed pink by the dusk mist color. The wind is blowing, the leaves are rustling, I close my eyes and listen to the sound of nature, quietly, quietly, hidden in my heart. do you remember?
Tick
The bell rang, and you who accompanied me to clean the classroom filled the classroom with laughter. Suddenly, the leaves were flapping, water droplets covered the windows, and the earth was shrouded in dark clouds. You and I, who were worried about going home, saw that coat and figured out a way to take it away secretly and smile at me. After tidying up the classroom, you and I stayed downstairs and took a deep breath, running and treading water with the sound of ticking. Listening to this beautiful voice, it accompanied us through one path after another, replaying it in our hearts. However, it gradually disappears in time, like water, and no matter how hard you try, you can't catch it. Time is like a diluent, diluting the sound of rain for you and me. But, do you still remember?
Shouting
Looking at the camphor tree again, stroking the texture of the tree. We stayed in the tree, shouting and separated, and your tears slipped from your cheeks and dripped into the soil. The last time I breathed, I breathed greedily, this fragrance; the last time, I leaned against this tree and turned over the yellow paper; the last time, I watched the dusk and looked at this unparalleled pink; the last time, I climbed Climb this tree and look at our paradise; look at the school for the last time and shed tears; the last time...
Do you still remember that separation?
A burst of bird chirping pierces the silence of the empty mountain; a burst of rain accompanies you and me; a shout shouts out your and my memories. A gust of wind blew out the leaves. In this land, there have been so many stories. They have been slowly cooked by the slow fire of time. They have all kinds of flavors and melt in the heart, like a pot of soup that is getting thicker and thicker. White smoke floats, and the smell is rich and permeating. ,stretch.
The wind stopped, and the dead leaves fell gently. I continued to bury the diary there, waiting for the next encounter. Composition for the third grade of junior high school, Part 2
The autumn breeze is refreshing, the sound of the waves is still there, and accompanied by the whisper of the breeze, we have spent two years of junior high school life. Two years passed by like a fleeting moment. In the blink of an eye, a bright new school year has come to me in the time tunnel, let us wave to it gently. Hello, third grader!
Time flies by, leaving us only with regrets. I regret that I didn’t cherish time in the first place, regret everything that cannot be recovered, regret that I lost an important opportunity, regret...
We can’t wait for time to pass before regretting, we must learn to rejoice that we are There is no regret left because of the passage of time. The third grade of junior high school study has arrived. We should make the chance of regrets in the third grade of junior high school zero. We should take every minute and every second of the third grade of junior high school life seriously so that regrets have no chance to exist. The third grade students are waiting for us not far ahead.
Looking back suddenly, the past events appeared before my eyes one after another. Two years ago today, as a child, I stepped into the gate of junior high school full of longing and became a middle school student. Therefore, the sound of our reading could be heard in the campus, and our lively figures were left on the playground. The laughter and laughter still seem to be echoing in my ears, and everything seems to have happened yesterday. Whether it is the microwaves rising from the lake on a bright spring day, or the whispers of cicadas under the moonlight on a summer night; whether it is the gentle breeze and light clouds in the golden autumn, Or the white snow in the middle of winter; they all pass quietly with the passing of time and become the beautiful memories of our youth. After all, we have laughed, we have cried, we have sown, and we have reaped. Just like a long journey, no matter where we are going, no matter what is waiting for us, the scenery along the way is a beautiful memory. Since you have worked hard, there is no need to regret.
In this last year of junior high school, we must remember that time will not stop for us. So we have to catch up with the pace of time and move forward together. In the third year of junior high school, we will work harder than before, be more serious than before, study harder than before, be more practical than before, be more positive than before, and be more focused than before. We can only be better than before, and only in this way can we move towards success step by step, and these are just small steps to success. We must be fully prepared for the upcoming third grade of junior high school.
Junior high school is like long-distance running. The first year of junior high school is like the starting point of a long-distance race. We cannot fall behind at the start, so the first year of junior high school is the key to laying a good foundation.
The second year of junior high school is like the process of a long-distance race. You need to run smoothly and perform at a normal level, so the study in the second year of junior high school must be solid and stable. The third year of junior high school is like the final sprint in a long-distance run, and it is also the most important part. In the final sprint of a long-distance run, you must perform at your best and run with all your strength to the finish line. Therefore, the third year of junior high school is the most critical year. , you must concentrate on it without being distracted at all. This is a last-ditch effort.
The third year of junior high school has slowly come to us. Putting aside all the fatigue, we will go through hardships and hardships without hesitation. What awaits us ahead are unknown challenges. Only by raising our sails, riding the wind and waves, and facing everything bravely can we see the dawn and see the other side of success.
"There will be times when the wind and waves break, and the clouds and sails will rise directly across the sea." No matter what difficulties we face, we will face them with a smile. I believe that as long as we work hard, everything will become a stepping stone to our success. We will Harvest abundant fruits.
The third year of junior high school is destined to be an extraordinary year for us. Only by grasping every minute and every second can you achieve extraordinary results.
Hello, third grade student! Composition for the third grade of junior high school, Part 3
The snow in my memory is so pure and white, without a trace of impurities or dust, only the lovely angular shapes and the beautiful colors.
Whenever I was on winter vacation when I was a child, I would definitely go back to my grandma’s house to spend a wonderful vacation. The season when the snow is falling is my favorite and the one I yearn for the most. My parents and I returned to my grandma's house. I forced myself to build a snowman and ran into the snow happily, as if I had become a veritable wild child as soon as I returned to the snow. My parents, grandparents, and I followed me, and the whole family set out to build snowmen.
We took shovels, decorations, etc. to build a snowman, and clearly divided the labor, and I was responsible for rolling the snowball with my parents. The snow is still floating in large tracts, drifting from east to west, and when the wind blows, it takes a few swirls to fall, falling on hair, clothes, eyebrows, eyelashes... So unhappy! As for me, I refused to put on my hat and just stepped boldly into the soft snow. No matter how red my hands and face were from the cold, it seemed that it had nothing to do with me. I was responsible for "transporting the snow", while my parents were responsible for rolling the snowballs. At this time, my grandparents also came to help. Grandma smiled and said to me: "Slow down, don't hurt your hands from the cold!" I didn't seem to listen to what grandma said at all. I just played, kicked here and there, looked here and there, and found those things. The whitest snow will be "transported" over. In the end, just use your clothes to drag the snow and "transport" it in large chunks.
The snowball is big, round, and white. Looking at this beautiful and white snowball, I dare not step forward and touch it, for fear that a trace of dust on my hands will be contaminated. on its body. So I had to admire it from a distance and watch it from a distance.
The most critical step is to place the big snowball on the piled snow and add eyes, nose, mouth... Oh, and arms and hands. I decorated it carefully.
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Success! The snowman is ready! Looking at its cute and naughty look, our whole family laughed happily.
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The corners of my mouth also slightly lifted because of the beauty in my memory. I came back to my senses and took a closer look at the snow scene in front of me. The snow is still so white, floating in the air, covering the earth with snow, and making the trees and houses wear snow hats and snow suits. I am still like me in memory, I rush forward when I see snow, kicking and stomping here and there; I am still like me in memory, looking around, looking for the purest white snow, rolling it into a snowball, Throw it into the air and let it fall; just like me in memory, I put on my gloves, grab a handful of soft snow, raise it to my head or in front of my eyes, shake it, and enjoy this "artificial snow scene"... However, it seems that the happiness in my memory will never come back - the importance of my studies forced me to put happiness behind me, and my parents did not have as much free time as they once did, so we rarely returned to grandma's house. ——That beautiful place in my memory.
I can only walk on the way home alone and say to the snow: "Long time no see, the snow is flying"... Grade 3 Composition 4
A golden The leaves fell slowly, and I suddenly realized that the autumn wind had opened a new page in my life. Following the footsteps of the autumn wind, I walked into the gate of Gejiu No. 2 Middle School and started my high school career.
Everything is difficult at the beginning. It is true that on the first day of school, what awaits us is military training. The weather is very strange. It seems that the rain has not stopped in Gejiu during the two months of summer vacation. But on the first day of military training, the sky actually opened up, allowing us to see the long-lost sun. The surprise of seeing the sun soon made all the sweat wash away. Under the strong sunshine, we struggled with the sun, sweat dripping down our cheeks, and a large piece of our back was wet. Inadvertently, naughty sweat slipped into my dry mouth, salty but with a hint of sweetness, just like the taste of our military training.
In the intertwining of sweat and tears, the day passed quickly. The night was so peaceful. After tiredness, we fell asleep under the bright starry sky.
The dream was about the warm and spacious bathroom at home, the fragrant fried chicken drumsticks on the dining table, and the dream of lying on my mother's body and acting coquettishly... Suddenly, a crisp or sharp whistle broke through the tranquility of the night sky, and then the sound lingered for a long time. The sky swirled, and then there were only bursts of hurried footsteps, and then there was silence again. It turned out that the students had already stood in line. The moonlight scattered lightly on the earth, and I saw that everyone's face was full of sleepiness, but "military orders are like mountains", so we had no choice but to rub our eyes, follow the instructor's footsteps, and embark on the night expedition. Look up and see that the stars are brighter in the blue-screen sky. Maybe it’s our heroic posture that makes them smile!
Standing in a military posture, walking in step, catching the enemy’s fists and singing military songs , these six days of military training, bit by bit, are not only bitter, but also joyful. Under the scorching sun, we have high morale; in the wind and rain, we hold our heads high; when singing, we are ambitious and heroic. Our efforts have been rewarded with recognition from all aspects and our own praise.
Looking at the strict father-like instructors and loving mother-like teachers standing in the rain like us, and then at the classmates who had been soaked by the rain but remained unmoving, I suddenly understood: life The value of success does not lie in where you stand, but in being able to create value in your own position. Yes, success does not lie in the direction of life you choose, but in whether you have worked hard in this direction and whether you are sincere. Chase your dreams.
Farewell, military training, these six days, under the scorching sun and heavy rain, my youth has been so colorful. Now, when I return to campus, I will pursue my college dream vigorously, chase, and never give up! Composition 5 for the third grade of junior high school
The papers of the years have been ruthlessly turned over by time. There is no time to recall, all you can see is the rolling flickering moment, and then a new chapter arrives. The years we walked together are recorded on it. All the ups and downs are fleeting. It doesn't matter, I will save them one by one.
We all know that the time for graduation will come as scheduled; we all miss the step-by-step journey from the earliest youthful days to the present; none of us want to face separation and start over. I remember three years ago, when I entered this unfamiliar classroom, I would not have thought that I would not want to leave today; when I met you, strangers, I would not have thought that our friendship with you would be so inseparable. Everything is not what we expected, because life always catches us off guard. Time has taken away so many beautiful things from the past, and many of them have changed. We don’t know. It is possible that in the future, we will become me and you. We are not sure about these, they are all unknown.
People's growth will experience many moments, most of which are just scenery, but some are unforgettable. Looking back at the mud we have walked through, those are all old scenery. There are stumbles along the way, and one day we will find that if we don’t persevere, we don’t know we can go this far. Among those companions on the road of growth, some will not hesitate to reach out to help you when you are in trouble and share the joys and sorrows with you, but they cannot help you all your life; however, some people will not hesitate to add fuel to the fire when you fall. You can't hate them if they give you another push. You should thank them. They taught you how to grow in adversity. Remember the most primitive beauty we have walked together, it will constantly urge you to move forward.
There are many things in the world that we cannot control. When we recall those youth that turned into sand, they are like fireworks blooming in the sky in a prosperous age. In the end, only ashes are left, and there is no more. The original taste always makes me smile easily. In a few months, our time together will come to an end. It all seems too fast, too fast for me to accept, but even if we are lonely again in the future, we can only continue to move forward, even though we continue to Looking back at the past, we can only speed up the pace and move forward without stopping. Composition for the third grade of junior high school, Part 6
The ancients said: "What touches people's hearts begins with love." If the article wants to move and infect people, it must dig into the soul deep in the heart and express true feelings. "Emotional sincerity" means that everyone is required to express their true feelings in their compositions, so that the expression of emotions gives people a sense of reality and sincerity. They write my heart, my opinions, my hearing, and my feelings with my own hand instead of following what others say. It’s not about exaggerating feelings, making excuses, or making up plots or pretentiousness. The text is true and written with passion. Reading it is like tasting fine wine, sweet and mellow, with endless aftertaste.
During recess, I saw an old man smoking a cigarette squatting at the root of the dormitory building. He was smoking the cigarette to himself, and became a statue of solemnity in the noisy torrent of youth. When I passed by the old man, a familiar smell instantly rippled in my heart. Yes, many, many years ago, this familiar smell lingered around me day and night, even in my dreams. It has been soaked in all my memories and the tenderness of childhood for a long time. Yes, it is the smell of dry tobacco. Even though it gradually fades away in the torrent of life, it is like a villager calling out your nickname with a local accent. In an instant, that profound memory shines brightly and clearly like the stars in the night sky.
At that time, my great-grandfather seemed to take his smoking pot with him wherever he went. On the ground, under the locust tree at the door, between cooking and lighting the fire, when chatting with the old people in the village, and when watching me doing homework in the hall in the summer afternoon, my great-grandfather would always find a way to use it.
Every time he smokes dry cigarettes, my great-grandfather seems to be performing some kind of indescribable mysterious ritual. It is slow and complicated. It takes half a day just to fill the cigarette powder. Next to me, I am always very anxious: "Grandpa, why are you so slow? Can't you just pour the cigarette powder in?" Grandpa always looks at me and repeats the same answer: "You kid." Then he ignored my impatience at all, and slowly pressed the cigarette powder in the pot with his fingers, not a second faster, not a second longer, just like the eternal sun and moon rising and setting. Rhythm, persistent and unswerving. Sometimes, I would take advantage of my great-grandpa’s raising of his hand to follow his example and press the end of the cigarette with my fingers - it was firm and soft. At this time, my great-grandfather would often have his cigarette holder in his mouth, and he would have to stare and hum indistinctly in protest, while I would always laugh and make faces at him. When the great-grandpa struck the match in his hand and lit the golden tobacco, many tiny lights like flowing gold filled the air in an instant. I looked at the fire with fascination, like watching a gentle volcanic eruption. Grandpa puffed out smoke and made rhythmic sounds from his mouth. His expression was peaceful and vague, just like the legendary old god, his eyes seeing all the world and heaven.
My great-great-grandfather smoked the dry pipe unhurriedly, as if on a slow journey, while I stared at the pot as if I was dreaming. The golden tobacco slowly turned black and burned out bit by bit. In the end, the whole pot of smoke became dark and sticky, and there was no longer a faint smell of tobacco, but a smell like something decayed. Yiguoyan's life is over. At this time, I don't know why, but there will always be indescribable disappointment and lingering in my heart. Grandpa took the last puff of his cigarette without wanting to finish it, knocked the pot on the ground a few times, and ended the journey in the smoke. But I still stayed at the previous second, staring blankly at the black scum on the ground.
Later, my great-grandfather was diagnosed with a heart disease. Under the doctor's care, he resolutely gave up smoking. From the day he announced to his whole family that he was quitting smoking, he never touched that cigarette again - the partner who had been with him for half his life. We were secretly surprised by our great grandfather's unusual determination and admired him immensely. So, there was an extra nail on the wall of the main room, and the dry tobacco pot was hung on the nail. The black leather bag was as silent as an old man day and night. From then on, I never saw my great-grandfather’s devout prayer-like ceremony, the gentle fire that glowed on its own, and the black dregs after burning. Later, the smoking pot disappeared. I never asked my great-grandfather about its whereabouts. I don't know, and I don't want to know. I just hope it will always be the way I remember it.
What is longer than time is memory. If it is still, every second is eternity. Time and light leave invisible traces in your life, just like a snow falling in the middle of the night, covering everything silently but extremely realistically. Faced with the memory of the mysterious light shining in the deep valley, I was at a loss. So I simply sat down and resisted the calmness of fate with silence. I am, I am with you. Composition for the third grade of junior high school, Part 7
Eight
The high school entrance examination has finally arrived as scheduled. I don’t know if I am about to be relieved or nervous. I feel that the high school entrance examination is finally here. The teachers repeatedly emphasized that we should pay attention to our diet and safety. In order to strengthen the connection, Laoban asked us to add him on QQ, and we were very obedient and all added him. As a result, in less than half an hour, we all received many photos, all of which were taken by us. We don’t know when they were taken. There are photos of when our formation was not in order and we were punished, there were photos of when classmates were accidentally caught cheating, there were photos of male students who were lifted up and paraded around the class in public, in short, there are too many photos. What we still remember, we have forgotten. Yes, there are some things that we don’t even know about, and I suddenly feel very sad. We classmates seem to be family members. We all know each other. After finishing a subject, no one mentions the results for fear of touching others’ pain points. I don’t want my classmates to be sad these days. After all, it’s just these days. Composition for the third grade of junior high school 8
When I was a child, my mother and I returned to our hometown and met you on a warm summer night. , Oh, the moon with bright eyes and white teeth. My mother told me, "The moon is above the willow branches, and people make appointments after dusk." She told me, "The tides in rivers and lakes are even to the level of the sea, and the bright moon on the sea is full of tides." But what I remember most is the sentence "People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has them." "Yin Qing Yuan Qian", I always feel that there is something unspeakable hidden in this poem.
As time went by, I started to get into new things, for example, a children’s bicycle. One day, my father took off the two small wheels on the side of the bicycle and wanted to teach me to ride a real bicycle. I was so happy that I followed him to the Laogan Bureau. My father held the handle of the bicycle and let me ride for a while and then suddenly let go. I was so panicked that I was enjoying the breeze. I forgot all about the pedaling posture. I could only watch the bicycle slide along with me. Bang ! This was the sound of flesh kissing the earth. The bicycle pressed against my feet, leaving purple bruises. I couldn't help crying and vowed never to touch this crappy thing like a bicycle again! My father came over and taught me earnestly that if I want to succeed, I will definitely experience setbacks. Only by mastering the skills of not falling can I become a true knight. I stopped crying and nodded in understanding, but I still couldn't stop the pain in my heart. Time has washed away the details of my memory, and I can never look back on the past. I only remember that the moon was extraordinarily bright that night, and the soft light it shed comforted my little heart.
Entering youth is half sweet and half sour.
I remember the spring outing organized by the school. We sang and laughed all the way, and we were not afraid of obstacles and long journeys. That beach seemed to be extraordinarily beautiful because of our joy. We cooked there and had a great time. As we had no cooking experience, some of us overcooked the rice, and some overcooked the vegetables. Almost every venue was a mess, with food scattered everywhere. And we had fun making devilish dishes, and we also jointly signed and wrote down the most beautiful vision. Those photos seemed to condense our beautiful youth. It was night, the moon was like a hook, smiling at me in the sky. I dragged my excited and tired body towards the bed, and walked into a long and sweet dream. The moon was in the sky and also in my dream.
With my head buried in the exam papers, I experienced swords and blood, and every battlefield with paper and pen gave me a baptism of suffering. I remember a time when I was frustrated. The sun was shining brightly, but my heart was on fire. I only scored more than 80 points on the math test. It was really a shame in my life! I looked at the fiery red cross on the scroll, and I felt a burning feeling in my heart, which was bitter and riddled with pain. I held the corner of the paper and went home heavily. The moonlight filled the path I took home. When I looked up, I saw that the incomplete corner of the moon was still as warm and graceful as before.
"People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is something that cannot be solved in ancient times." After experiencing many ups and downs, I understand that in this world, there is perfection that cannot be forced, and there is also joy that is not willing to be forgotten. This matter It’s difficult to tell from ancient times, but there is a true meaning in it. Third Grade Composition Chapter 9
July 1, 20xx is the 90th anniversary of the founding of the great Communist Party of China. After 90 years of tortuous struggle, we established a new socialist China. After 90 years of ups and downs, New China is now full of infinite vitality. The glorious history of 90 years has fully proved the truth that "without the Communist Party, there would be no new China."
90 years ago, in those years, we seemed to see: executioners holding shining steel knives; vampire bats with mouths full of blood; jackals devouring bloody hearts and lungs; a group of A group of hawks and dogs gnawing at their heads and a stream of bright and dazzling blood. This is the shame and pain of the nation. Who will stop the suffering, humiliation and abuse of the Chinese people from bleeding in vain? It is the benevolent people of the older generation and their unremitting pursuit. They marched forward unstoppably through the 25,000-mile Long March, eight years of the Anti-Japanese War, and three years of the Liberation War - too many, and they really make us admire them to this day.
In July 90 years ago, the Communist Party of China was established. His birth was like setting up a blazing torch on the dark land of China, bringing us light and hope. The heroic sacrifices of countless martyrs brought about the birth of New China.
China has undergone tremendous changes and has experienced tremendous changes. The ninety-year journey has been glorious, and now our five-star red flag has been flying over the Antarctic, and our great naval fleet has appeared in the Pacific. Nowadays, modern cities are rising rapidly, and commercial buildings, factories, and high-tech enterprises are blooming everywhere - Hong Kong is back, Macau is back! Those great powers that once despised us as the sick man of East Asia lowered their pretentious heads one by one. Our nation, which once endured humiliation and heavy burdens, can proudly tell the world: The great Communist Party of China is leading the revolution of one-fifth of the world's population. The Chinese people have achieved a moderately prosperous life and are heading towards prosperity.
The situation has changed in the 1990s, and the tide has risen and fallen in the 1990s. The Communist Party of China will last forever and remain youthful. What gives her such magical power; looking to the future, there are vast seas and long journeys ahead, and what does the Communist Party of China rely on to lead the Chinese people to achieve great rejuvenation? The true meaning of the Communist Party of China's success over the past 90 years is to combine Marxism with China's reality, firmly grasp the trend of the times, emancipate the mind, seek truth from facts, advance with the times, pioneer and innovate, and always maintain its advanced nature and youthful vitality. . Today, China is standing tall in the world, and I am proud to be a Chinese. I hope that my motherland will become more prosperous and strong under the leadership of the Communist Party of China. In another 90 years, the song "Without the Communist Party, there would be no new China" is still flying in our land of China. Composition 10 for the third grade of junior high school
Some people have imagined that a person’s brain may just exist in a tank-shaped container filled with nutrients, and any perception is simulated by chemical and physical stimulation. Such an experiment may be our anyone in. In this era, we are facing a crisis like a "brain in a vat"...
Apple CEO Cook said that artificial intelligence thinking like humans does not worry him. I think the reason is precisely because of the complexity of human thoughts and emotions and the diversity of thinking. It will take time and uncertainty to simulate only on-off and high-low potential computers. And the latter - humans thinking like computers has become an increasingly serious problem.
The essence of a computer is like a "brain in a vat". The external information and the concepts formed by the world it perceives are all manipulated by the user. And if we compare this to cyber violence in today’s world, wouldn’t it be the same? Today, one party jumped out and shouted about benevolence, justice and morality, which seemed to make sense. However, a large number of netizens who knew nothing about the situation became impassioned upon hearing his one-sided words. Everyone pointed their finger at the party attacked by the mainstream views and criticized them. Fans, human flesh searches, bans, and even threats are made with ferocious faces, like vicious dogs under human command.
However, when the authority proved the innocence of the attacked party and cleared away the "guilt", with the overnight wave of vindication, some people immediately switched sides and supported them, changing their face from the perpetrators to become righteous defenders. Some people simply stopped and became The indifferent and extreme silent person. The case of Harbin Institute of Technology graduates' molestation is the best evidence. When the situation became clear, the vindication was not as shocking as the initial vigorous slander.
All this chaos shows a terrible trend. People are becoming less and less concerned about the external world and pay more attention to mechanical physiological needs. People’s values ????can be easily modified by online marketing accounts and their An article written by a gunman is easily changed, and others follow others' opinions, losing the humanistic thinking and rational consideration of examining the external world and internal individuals. Entertaining to death and noisy to death have become a state in which most people cover up their bodies and gradually become binary and mechanized at the mercy of others. They no longer consider the consequences and impacts of actions in a long-term and in-depth way, and select the optimal algorithm in a monotonous and numb manner. All that exists is what is in front of us...
The brain in the vat is limited by its consciousness that exists independently of matter, but we are different. Not everyone will become a saint, but at least each of us can work hard to maintain the "conscience" and "prudence" that we originally admired, and at least not follow the fixed algorithm like a computer. Only by establishing correct and firm values, maintaining the humanistic care of empathy, and looking into the distance can we fundamentally change the status quo.
Each of us is an individual with subjective initiative, not a computer, not a "brain in a vat", but a human being who knows how to progress and introspect...