500 words 1 for the life composition of the first grade. Let me tell you something about my summer vacation.
Time flies, sending away a tense semester and welcoming a new summer vacation.
It feels good to have a holiday. I didn't open my eyes until after nine in the morning. Dress slowly. The wind from the air conditioner reminds me of my classmates. They must be enjoying the coolness brought by air conditioning like me now.
It feels good to have a holiday. I don't have to worry about homework anymore. When I passed my parents with a casual book, they didn't care.
However, the good days always seem so short. For me, who will graduate next year, there are even fewer such good days.
Now, I do homework, sketch, English, Chinese and math every day ... The time is carefully arranged by my parents, so I have less time to play.
Actually, I miss my school days very much. In fact, there are more restrictions, more tiredness and more homework in school ... but if I feel it with my heart, I can find that the friendship between my classmates is pure, my study life is regular, and my intense study life is actually very fulfilling. Now, I only have endless troubles and anguish.
In the summer vacation, I want to be an unrestrained bird, flying freely in the sky without any burden; Enjoy shopping in a busy supermarket; In front of the computer, listening to the keyboard "scratching", but such a day is really rare for me.
Everyone looks forward to winter in summer, summer in winter, holidays at the beginning of school, and going to school as soon as there is a holiday. This awareness is particularly strong this summer.
Life is colorful, ups and downs. I remember someone saying, "Life lies in your care." Indeed, life is like this.
Tasting life is like tasting a cup of coffee without sugar or milk. If you slowly savor the original bitterness, you will feel the more bitter it is. Tasting life is like tasting a piece of gum. You must chew it carefully to know its sweetness. Tasting life is like tasting a cup of tea. Wait for the fragrant tea to flow into your heart and feel its sweetness. Otherwise, it will be as bland as a glass of boiled water.
Life gives everyone the same content, just like a blank sheet of paper. You can describe your life with rich colors. If you have confidence in life, you will draw a clear Wan Li. On the contrary, you will get a cloudy and rainy sky. At this time, life rewards and punishes us. Therefore, being kind to life is equal to being kind to yourself.
Maybe some people say that life is forward-looking, blindly recalling the past and remembering the past can only make people lose confidence in the existing life, but I don't think so. If a young man can recall the past and think about that glorious moment, he will be full of confidence in his present life. If an old man can recall the good times of the past, he will be full of longing for the future. How can it be said that memories will make a person lose confidence in life?
Life needs us to treat it with goodwill, experience it with practical actions, and look at it with sentimental eyes ... Maybe your life is uneven, but as long as you are willing to face it bravely, the so-called difficulties are only stepping stones and turning points for our success.
People always want to make progress, always want to be mature, always want to wipe away tears, always want to walk on the road full of thorns, always want to live, no matter what life is like, we have to meet it! Let's taste a different life!
The summer vacation is over, and my summer vacation life has begun!
When I sit in the classroom, I have a new identity-middle school students! Yes, I'm not a pupil anymore. On the first night at school, everyone was chatting. I thought they all knew each other. I didn't know they had just met until I asked them. Everyone doesn't know whose name, just say what we have. When it's time to go to bed, everyone is still chatting, and few people are sleeping! As the night deepened, the sound faded away. In the morning, our dormitory groups to cook.
I said to Xiaoyun, my roommate next to me, "Xiaoyun, shall we go and have porridge?" There are few people there. " Xiaoyun looked around and said, "Well, good. Hurry up, or someone will go to the queue. " Say that finish xiao yun took my hand and ran to the queue. Hardly had we formed a line when someone came from behind. I gasped for air and said to Xiaoyun, "It's a good thing you ran well, otherwise we would have to wait in line for a long time." Xiaoying said with a smile: "It all started with cooking in primary school." After dinner. We went back to the dormitory. I took it out with a spoon and touched it gently with my upper lip. I said to Xiaoyun, "Xiaoyun, this porridge is very hot. Let's go to class later. What should we do? " Xiaoyun said, "Take a few bites quickly and then pour them out later." I nodded in approval. He said, "Nothing. If I had known, we wouldn't have thrown away the bread. Now I regret it! " "What's the use of regret! Time will not go back! Yay ... Five minutes. I won't eat. I'll take it, or I'll be late soon. " Xiao Yun said, had a few drinks in a hurry and left, and I followed him. After we finished pouring, just as we were about to wash the dishes, a roommate said, "It's too late. I will wait until noon. " I thought to myself: forget it, I'm just like them, and then I took up my schoolbag with everyone and rushed to the classroom. Xiao Yun and I had just found our place when the teacher came in. I can't help thinking: I was almost late. Fortunately, we didn't eat porridge, otherwise we would be late.
Although I haven't fully adapted to the life of middle school students, I will try my best to adapt to it for my future. Come on!
500 words 4 Appreciating beautiful scenery is feeling life; Listening to euphemistic music is to feel life; To enjoy deep affection is to feel life; Get the attention and support of others, That's feeling life. ................................................................................................................................................ ..................'s experience of life is like reading an extra-curricular book with rich contents, which allows you to experience the details of life.
Feeling life is an encouragement. When I was in class, I saw my classmates scrambling to raise their hands and compete for the questions raised by the teacher. No matter right or wrong, I was envious because I was praised by the teacher and showed a bright smile. And I, hiding aside, dare not raise my hand, sometimes I raise it and put it down quietly, for fear that I will make a mistake. However, this little secret was discovered by the careful teacher. Every time, the teacher will encourage me with her expectant eyes, as if to say: Jiang, be brave, overcome your fear, you can do it. Suddenly, the teacher's eyes filled me with confidence and strength, which made me feel that encouragement was ahead. As long as I go forward bravely, I will win.
Feeling life is also a kind of support. When I was young, my mother supported me to do what I wanted to do. Now that I have grown up, my mother continues to support me in learning to be independent, whether in study or life. Weekly interest classes, if possible, drive or ride a bike, but only if it is safe; Tidy up your room at home; Wash small clothes yourself; When you come across a difficult topic, you must think carefully first. Every time, with my mother's support, I deeply realized that life was created by myself.
Feeling life is actually feeling happiness. And a happy life needs our efforts to pursue. When we feel life, we should not stagnate because of sadness and failure, nor lose our yearning and pursuit of life goals because of mediocrity. Let's feel the beautiful life together!
In life, everything around us, a scene, a poem and a book will make us feel something. As long as we carefully observe and savor, we will find that no matter who or what, it contains the philosophy of life and inspires us. Life contains too many beautiful things.
There are four flavors in life: sour, sweet, bitter and spicy. Only by savoring life can we know the fun. Taste life, the acid in life brings us a correct attitude towards life. We have seen the scene of heartbreak after losing our loved ones on TV and in our lives. People in poor mountainous areas live a miserable life, and it is precisely because of this taste in life that they are stronger and braver.
Taste life, the sweetness in life makes us feel warm and happy. There are countless sweet scenes in life. For example, we kiss our parents goodbye at school; Think twice about your relatives during the festival; Every surprise our elders bring us on our birthdays ... makes people feel kind.
Taste life, let's be aggressive and climb the peak bravely. It is not difficult to see the bitter taste in life. Students are nervous at school and have poor living conditions. Teachers work hard, busy from morning till night, regardless of their own children; There are also manual workers who bend over to work ... it is these hardships that temper our will and let us March forward bravely despite difficulties.
Taste life, the interest in life makes us have endless fun and happiness. Our life is wonderful and hot, and it is also our children's favorite. Our holiday life is really hot. Today we watch TV, tomorrow we play crazy, and the day after tomorrow we surf the Internet ... This kind of heat makes us relax properly and add vitality to our study.
Taste life is full of colors everywhere. They have different melodies. If they are connected, it will be a memorable song, which will spread in all directions with our growth and our dreams. Taste life and make yourself happy, friends, come on!
After the summer vacation, I happily carried my schoolbag and stepped into my dream middle school campus.
Walking into the campus for the first time
The first time I set foot in the gate of the campus, I was fascinated by this beautiful scenery: red flowers everywhere, green grass everywhere, green trees all over the garden, tall buildings towering. It is worthy of being a "garden school". Really beautiful!
Walking to the front of the teaching building, the bustling noise filled my ears and every student was smiling.
When I was placed in classes, I was very happy to learn that I was assigned to 152, a very talented boarding class. Like a rewarded child, I skipped into the classroom with the teacher.
First day of stay
In the evening, my classmates and I couldn't wait to run into the dormitory. I am lying in this comfortable bed with unspeakable joy in my heart. But most students heard that there was no food in the canteen today, and they were taken away by their parents. It's time to cook. I and the other five students (Zhang Yu, Gao, Wang Zhixin, ) I walked to the canteen with trepidation. "There is food to eat!" A classmate exclaimed in surprise. Let those who are already familiar with the environment laugh and cry.
After dinner, we all washed up and got ready for bed. But I really can't sleep! Chatting with each other about their primary school stories, hip-hop laughter continued until midnight.
Thank you, classmates.
When I woke up the next day, I was spoiled as a child and encountered another problem-folding the quilt. I thought about it and didn't know what to do. At this time, a classmate seemed to see my difficulty. He not only helped me fold the quilt, but also taught me by hand. Introverted, I want to say thank you, but I can't say it, but I have a "thank you, classmate" hidden in my heart.
That day, I cried
My three-week stay familiarized me with life here. That night, I was lying in bed, full of thoughts, thinking of my parents, my wonderful primary school days and happy childhood ... I cried, without any sound and being noticed by anyone, but I cried and missed? Excited? Still crying silently?
The accommodation is really good.
I have been happy and crying for several weeks, but one day, I will get used to it. In short, the accommodation is really good!
Time slips away 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 their hands circled around the rope several times, and some stood behind as the "finale" heavyweight players, with their legs arched, leaning back slightly, and their arms desperately grasping the rope. 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!
Not long ago, the primary school graduation exam ended, and I wanted to draw a satisfactory end to my primary school career, but my grades hit a record low. During that time, the sky was always gray and I was in a bad mood. I refused the invitation of all my classmates and stayed at home all day, unwilling to associate with others.
One evening, I came to the garden of the community alone and sat on the edge of the flower bed in a daze. Suddenly, I felt a little itchy on my feet. Looking down, it turned out to be a small ant crawling on my instep. Have fun if you have nothing to do!
So, I gently caught the little ant, put it on the edge of the flower bed, grabbed a handful of sand from the side, covered it with sand, and then observed it carefully. I saw some small grains of sand turning slightly. I know it's a little ant struggling to survive. After a long time, I saw a pair of small tentacles sticking out of the small sand pile, and the little life was successfully out of danger. I grabbed another handful of sand and drowned on the ants. After some unremitting efforts, the ants successfully overcame obstacles and escaped smoothly. When I saw it meet another ant, gently touching the corner and telling the danger it encountered, I felt a sense of reverence.
In the face of sudden blows again and again, this little life can be so tenacious. I, on the other hand, was so decadent when I met a little rough in my life. How can this not make me feel ashamed?
Yes! In the journey of life, it can't always be smooth sailing. I will be as strong as an ant and never give up, even if I encounter big winds and waves.
About two weeks ago, I joined the drum team of our school.
First of all, I got the music score, and the teacher asked me to buy a trumpet. Near evening, accompanied by my father, I went to Erqi Square Pedestrian Street. I saw many musical instruments. I carefully selected a golden yellow one, only half an arm long. The weight is only as heavy as an empty pencil case, and it looks good, so I chose it.
The next day, I brought this trumpet to school. After two classes in the afternoon, I went downstairs with several trumpeters in our class. I saw the teacher coming and said, "The game is in April, so you must hurry up." I will try my best when I hear the teacher's firm words. The teacher asked me to read the music score and asked me to be able to recite it. In a short time, I learned well. The teacher asked us all to try to play the trumpet. It is simple to say, but it is not easy to do. I blew hard, and finally, I blew gently. I didn't expect the trumpet to sound like a radio! My heart beats fast, just like running. I blew it, and sure enough it sounded different from the original sound.
So I have been playing until today, but sometimes I am bitter and sometimes I am happy. The more you play, the more proud you are. Today, who creates perfection? I can play a tune effortlessly. Now I can play my "pride"!
However, my most unfortunate thing is that every morning when I go to school with a trumpet, my hands are always red, and I feel the pain of playing the trumpet. At this time, I remembered the teacher's words: "After playing the trumpet, you will get something."
After listening to this sentence, I will cheer up and not bow before difficulties!
500 words 10 is another morning, another gray day, and my mother's nagging "Get up quickly, hurry up …", so a new day begins again. Mechanically, I had to get up from the warm quilt. Looking at the breakfast already prepared, listening to my mother's chatter.
The road in the morning is not popular, the wind is blowing and the trees are shaking. My mother is my mother, so I kicked her out. "Don't forget to bring gloves, it's cold, remember …" When my mother handed me the gloves, I clearly saw a pair of red and swollen hands.
Looking at my mother's distant figure, I hate myself. Have I been arguing with my mother? Can't you forgive mom? I clearly remember what happened that day. ...
"Look at my diary? Don't you know that everyone has their own privacy? That's too much, mom! I have always respected you and I hope you can respect me! " I am very excited when I face the diary turned out.
"I ..." Mom was silent for a long time. "In fact, it's mom's fault. Mom apologized to you. You have grown up and have your own ideas. Mom should respect you ... ".
"I don't listen, I don't listen ... I'll never talk to you again!" I still cry. In the following days, I didn't listen to what my mother said, but my mother's nagging didn't stop. "Go home early after school, remember to buy something to eat between classes ..." I pretended not to hear.
The fog is thicker, but my mother's back is so clear. "Tomorrow ..." I thought to myself.
Another morning, another gloomy day, without my mother's nagging and my complaints. I got up early to make breakfast and closed the door quietly. Mom is mom, so she chased me out and stuffed me with two eggs: "Don't be hungry, at noon …".
The fog gradually dispersed and the wind was still strong, but my heart was warm. Alas, mother's nagging!
500 words 1 1 scorching sun, scorching sun. The five-day military training ended with the laughter of the students.
Recall that five days ago, we gathered in the playground in neat uniforms. Began a five-day hard training. On this day, everyone was both excited and nervous. We are excited that there are many novel challenges ahead, but nervous that military training will be cruel. Our instructor is chubby and looks very strict. However, sometimes, he is also very humorous.
Standing on the huge playground, we practiced formation. At this time, the sunshine is particularly fierce, just like a hungry tiger, I can't wait to tear you to pieces and swallow it into my stomach. Although the hot sun is in the sky and we are sweating, we still insist on practicing. Sweat is our witness, tanned skin is our achievement. An occasional breeze can't take away a trace of sweat or heat. We practice hard for five days every day. Finally, it's time to test the results. At first, our loud slogan overwhelmed our opponents. Next, our neat pace, vigorous posture and high fighting spirit won the praise of some people in the place. Although it was only ten minutes, it was the achievement of our five days and our most wonderful performance.
In these five days, we trained hard, hard and cruel. During these five days of military training, I realized the hardships and sufferings of squatting in the hot sun. I heard the instructions of the fat instructor, and I felt the severity of the instructor, which made me thoroughly understand what "unity is strength".
In these short five days, although there was no time to turn back, he let me know a lot. Faced with setbacks, I should choose to be strong. In this big family, I realized what I didn't have from other places. I also learned the spirit of not abandoning and not giving up. Military training left me with deep and beautiful memories.
The deepest memories are those moments full of energy and sunshine. Military training really taught me a lot. Thank you for the military training, the instructors and 1 1 for this wonderful month!
500 words 12 During this half term, I made many friends and got along well.
When I first started school, I was unfamiliar with everything around me and didn't want to talk to them more. I don't know them very well. I am not an introvert, and I am timid, so I sometimes talk to them in a few words. But slowly, slowly, I felt their enthusiasm. They all took the initiative to find me, and I am willing to talk to them. I let go.
A week later. I am familiar with everything around me. I am also courageous, but I still dare not raise my hand in class. This is also my weakness. I'm afraid of answering wrong, that is, I'm afraid they will laugh at me. Sometimes, watching them raise their hands one by one, I also feel the feeling of raising their hands, but later cowardice overcame courage.
Actually, I think it's strange. I am very open in front of people I know, but I don't say anything, and sometimes I go crazy. . . But? I have been in contact with some people for a long time. It's not that I don't want them to see my positive side. I have been worried about this for a long time, and I don't know what is going on.
During my school years, my grades have been downstream, occasionally in PetroChina. Sometimes I make up my mind to learn well, but the content can't stop at all in class and I wander around several times. Whenever I hand out the test paper, I wish it was more than 90 points! But that's impossible. When I get home, my parents will talk nonsense. I'm tired of eating. I naturally know that they want me to get good grades in every subject, but this really can't be rushed! !
In the first half of this semester, I really enjoyed meeting so many people and learning so much new knowledge. I hope I can study hard and make progress every day next semester. Come on! ! ! !
500 words 13 "Son, son" is up and still sleeping! I'm gonna be late. I slept soundly and was awakened by my mother. Dragging a corpse out of bed, "dong", it hurts! I stood up and ran into the bed where my brother slept in the upper bunk. But I'm much more sober. "Hee hee!"
Go to the table, huh! I'm tired of it. There was a protracted war last night, and the battlefield was not cleaned up yet. No matter what it is now, I stuffed a hungry bag into my bag and I was full at once.
Dawn seems to be quite dazzling, carrying a schoolbag, humming a ditty and singing a bird, all of which are combined into a song, which is wonderful. Soon came to school.
It seems to be a little late, and the voice of reading has come from the classroom: "Bai Shu Crow is in the atrium, Coody Leng ... Seeing that everyone is so harmonious, I can't wait to join in." ...
In class, the teacher is always reasonable, and several students are listening carefully. The teacher's eyes seem to be the same as the Monkey King's, and nothing can escape his eyes. Most students who don't listen carefully are unlucky. They were told by the teacher to stand, and then they didn't beat him or scold him, but rewarded him-class rules 10 times, and finished playing before school. When the bell rings (that is, the bell rings), the teacher still gives lectures to the students carefully. It always takes 3 to 5 minutes to really hear the bell.
As usual, the last class lesson is math, but it is no exaggeration to describe the scene at that time with suffering (except for a few students), as if reading a book carefully. In fact, I don't know where my heart has flown. Everyone is waiting, waiting for the bell of "liberation" ...
As soon as the "Ding Ding Ding" bell rang, the whole class immediately left their seats with a "wow". Within two minutes, there was no one in the class, and you could almost hear the sound of a needle falling to the ground.
Homework is like a mountain,
I can't finish writing overtime.
If your hands are sore and soft, don't try to rest.
All for good grades.
So, start refueling today.
500 words 14 The life of the first day of junior high school is colorful, full and substantial in my eyes, and it is also 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 entered 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.
After just five days of military training, my classmates and I were exhausted, and people tasted four kinds of "delicious" of "sweet and sour"! What a "sweet and sour" method. Come with me if you want to know!
"acid"
Today is a sunny day, and Grandfather Sun may be welcoming us, blushing with joy. After lunch, we will have three hours of training in the afternoon. In the afternoon, we all stood in a row. At this time, the instructor came up to us and said, "We are standing in the military posture this afternoon. First of all, our instructor did it once, and we followed suit. At first, the students stood well. One minute, two minutes, three minutes ... an hour passed quickly. Look at the students again: they are all like frosted eggplant. An hour ago, if compared, it was really a sky and an underground.
"sweet"
After tasting "acid", you should change your taste! On Thursday night, the instructor of our class taught us to sing, and the title of the song was "When that day comes". That night, more than 400 people in our school were very happy. I learned another song because of this.
"Bitter"
On Wednesday afternoon, we learned to walk straight and determinant. I was really tired that day. At night, we can't move our legs and walk from side to side. I didn't know it was the "penguin" of Antarctica.
"spicy"
I had dinner on Friday morning. Because I was in a hurry, I didn't see a piece of pepper in the dish, so I ate it, which made me breathless. I'm so unlucky!
These five days of devil-like training made several people faint, and many even shed tears. Although military training is very hard, we clearly remember that on the day of school, the chief instructor said to us, "We are here to endure hardships and exercise our will." After this military training, we understand that everyone will encounter many hardships in the process of growth, and we must conquer them.