Flowers bloom and fall. Junior high school students lived for nearly three years. In retrospect, those grateful memories are full of hearts.
I lost confidence in myself in the second semester of Grade Two. I started skipping this number in class. When I got home, I quarreled with my parents and was angry that they "forced" me to study. Just when I was a little degraded, the class teacher found out and talked to me in time. The teacher said, "To be a man, we should strive to be the first branch of the east wind ... Let life be as gorgeous as summer flowers ..." I am stubborn as a rotten piece of wood, which is hard to carve. But the teacher didn't give up on me, but mobilized the class cadres to form a helping group. Some of them helped me improve my English and some helped me solve my math problems. The teacher personally taught me how to learn Chinese and looked at the warm smiles of teachers and classmates. At that moment, my heart melted and I was determined to stand up again. With everyone's help and my personal efforts, my final exam results jumped to the top seven in my class. My grades have improved and my impetuous heart has calmed down.
Thank you, teachers and classmates, for showing me the way forward with your special love, so that I am no longer confused and can't find the direction.
"Hey, wrong so much? No, no, you can't catch up with me! " Listen to this loud voice, and you will know who you are. This man is my natural opponent. Don't believe me, I can't catch up with you, hum. Every time I hear his * * *, I feel high-spirited and full of confidence. Why? Because I don't want to give in to my opponent. The opponent can solve a math problem really quickly. Sometimes he has finished writing, and I haven't understood it yet. Sometimes when faced with a problem, he just doesn't know. When he is sad and wants to be discouraged, he always says, "Come, let me help you clear your mind." Sometimes I don't understand him once, and he will tell me again until I understand him. Sometimes I shout "disgruntled, disgruntled, disgruntled", in fact, I have long admired him in my heart.
Look, my opponent, he dragged me with him in his own way. Opponent, thank you for your existence and your enthusiasm!
"Whoops, I didn't play well again." This is me and my classmates kicking shuttlecock on the playground. I can't kick because my limbs are uncoordinated. "Never mind, I didn't play as well as you at first, come on!" This is the voice of kicking the moon king. "Really? Really? " "Uh-huh, come on!" "Oh, Wen Wen, what should I do? I didn't play well? " "Nothing, if I play too much, I won't believe that I can't beat them." "Don't give up." "Uh-huh ..." The playground was full of our laughter.
Thank you, my friend, for your warm encouragement. It is you who urge me to keep working hard and learn to persist!
"Grateful heart, thank you for staying with me all my life, which gives me the courage to be myself …" This song came from my ear and made my heart warm and infinite.
I really want to say loudly to my teachers and classmates, "Thank you, you are the most beautiful meeting in my life!" " "
2. Memories full of gratitude Composition 600 words Maple leaves fall like fire, warming the tree, and it is grateful; White clouds floating, like a gust of wind, cool sky, this is grateful; And we use words to record all this, but also in gratitude.
Grateful! A beautiful topic, we must first learn to be grateful, but to learn to be grateful, we must first thank our parents, parents who gave us life, parents who cared for us, parents who were worried and tired for us, and parents who deserve our lifelong gratitude.
We will always feel the endless love of our parents. Whether we are young or growing up, our parents' unconditional love fills our hearts and memories.
Grateful parents' heart is a solid wall and a sharp sword. No interference can destroy it, and no obstacle can stop it.
Grateful parents' hearts are like a rain, like a ray of sunshine, nourishing their own hearts and warming their parents' hearts.
If we are a growing seedling, the love of our parents is the first rain that moistens us. Rain, with its unique coolness and slight sweetness, caresses us and blooms in our hearts.
If we are a towering tree, the love of our parents is the whistling wind, lightning and thunder, which constantly hone us in life, let us stand in the forest and hold us up in the blue sky.
When I was a child, my parents' love was the cradle. Shake, shake and shake! The young people who brought us into the flower season.
When I was a child, my parents' love was a sailboat, drifting and drifting! Take us to the world of fighting.
When we grow up, our parents' love is the warm harbor where we stay, comforting us and giving us warmth.
Motherly love is always so deep, and fatherly love is always so subtle.
A poet said, "A mother's love is the sea, and a father's love is the mountain." But in our view, that love is an eternal lamp, which painstakingly illuminates the direction of our life.
We are always looking for happiness, but happiness lies in the most essential and subtle care between us, which comes from our inner feelings. While we are happy, we cannot forget your hard work.
The vicissitudes of time are written on your's face, and those cocoon-covered hands are proof of our efforts. Those of us who have never paid too much for you have grown up today. At the age of eighteen, we really realized that what you have paid is something we can't repay in this life. We have your childhood care, your teenage care and your adult support. This is the precious wealth of our life.
We don't know whether your beautiful faces shed tears of relief when you received our letter, but when we wrote this letter bearing heavy love, we already shed tears.
You often say that we are birds, and you are the blue sky, which will always help us support a loving sky. Then let us become a few free dandelions and decorate the universe of love with you.
Buried in my heart is gratitude for my love and affection. In the face of your silent dedication, please allow us to say sincerely on this special day: we love you.
Mom and Dad, from now on, we must study hard, don't let your money be wasted, and don't let your sweat be wasted.
3. "Junior high school is full of grateful memories" in online composition writing at school. 600 to 800 words is a good score. Junior high school is full of grateful memories.
One summer x years ago, I came to your arms with infinite longing. One day after X years, I am grateful to you for occupying my beautiful memory. In your arms, we spent the spring, summer, autumn and winter in the sound of insects and birds.
Do you remember? Memories in memories, memories in memories, have long been fresh in my memory. We walked into your world and felt your charm. The campus is full of green trees, green grass and flowers. It is not a quiet but interesting path, not to mention the brand-new but vibrant teaching building, majestic statues and lovely toilets like small castles ... The student garden is in my heart, in this longing pure land in my heart. Strolling on the campus path, facing the pleasant breath of spring breeze and autumn wind, immersed in birds and flowers, books and swords, we are intoxicated and dumped all the time. In every corner of my alma mater, I left cheerful laughter and brisk figures. I think I will never forget the harmonious campus in the sunset.
Our alma mater, the place where our dreams began. Here, we know how to be a self-respecting and self-reliant youth; Here, we learned how to use advanced formulas; Here, we learned to cherish, cherish the true feelings of friends, cherish the relationship between teachers and students, and learn to cherish every bit of achievements. Of course, we learned to be grateful.
Do you remember? It was my alma mater that taught me how to be a real person and how to be grateful. It was my alma mater that made me deeply feel the personal smallness and the collective greatness. My alma mater has taught me a lot. From an innocent child to a polite college student now. She let me understand the hardships of my parents, let us know how to be filial, and let us know how to give and love. She let me know how to cherish and be modest when I succeed, and learn to forget and work hard when I fail. She watched me grow up, comforted us when we were successful, and was our second refuge when we were wronged, crying or helpless. The care of your alma mater makes you always surrounded by love and giving, and makes you always learn to love and give. Compared with my alma mater, I learn in my life and live in my study. There is no end to learning. I dare not make fun of my knowledge, but now when I want to find some words to be grateful, I feel that every word is not as heavy as my feelings for my alma mater. How many years have passed. What remains unchanged is the company of my alma mater. At any time, you will not bear it alone, because you have your alma mater and the care of your alma mater.
Here, let's say thank you to the teachers who knocked on the door of our hearts. Whenever and wherever, we are all your students.
Now, your children have grown up, and they have set foot on a bigger stage of society and written their own chapters. But their hearts will not change, and their hearts have already been deeply branded with you.
Although the lotus root is broken, its silk is still connected.
Wherever we go, we are all children of xx Middle School.
That wonderful memory will never grow old.
4. Write a short article entitled "People I am grateful to" to make me grateful to others.
Thirteen years have passed in a blink of an eye, and my mother's meticulous care and care have made me who I am today, leaving traces of years on her smooth forehead. ...
There are two children at home: my brother and I. In my mind, my mother always dotes on me more. What is delicious at home is always left for me to eat at home, and what is interesting is also left for me to eat. Although my mother always said to my brother, "Your sister only comes back once a week." But I can still feel that this love is not because we meet less.
Early in the morning, Hui Jin, a rising sun in Ran Ran, rushed to the earth without stint, and my "alarm clock" became active with the continuous sunshine. It was my mother who turned on the tape recorder, and clear English began to recite the text in an orderly way. At this time, I am a little impatient but helpless. But when I saw my mother's hopeful eyes and slightly raised mouth, I quietly put away my impatient expression. You are the person I am most grateful to, and I will try my best to make you happier.
However, sometimes, I still can't help myself, yelling at my mother and ruthlessly venting my grievances and dissatisfaction elsewhere to my mother. Although I will regret it afterwards, I always don't want to say "mom, I'm sorry" because of my young impulse and stubbornness.
Looking at my mother's bloodshot red eyes and loose skin on her forehead, I felt a twinge of guilt coming at me like waves lapping at rocks. My mother has been with me for thirteen years with her care, but I always blame others on her, but my mother is still like that and always treats me well. In fact, my mother has always been the person I am most grateful to.
Mom, don't worry, I won't let wrinkles climb up your forehead for nothing. I will work hard and struggle to repay you. Because, you are the person I am most grateful to!
5. Composition, the road to youth is full of grateful memories, so you should correct it yourself. In line with their own reality.
On the way to youth, junior high school is full of grateful memories. One summer x years ago, I came to your arms with infinite expectation. One day after X years, I am grateful to you for occupying my beautiful memory. In your arms, we spent the spring, summer, autumn and winter in the sound of insects and birds.
Do you remember? Memories in memories, memories in memories, have long been fresh in my memory. We walked into your world and felt your charm. The campus is full of green trees, green grass and flowers. It is not a quiet but interesting path, not to mention the brand-new but vibrant teaching building, majestic statues and lovely toilets like small castles ... The student garden is in my heart, in this longing pure land in my heart. Strolling on the campus path, facing the pleasant breath of spring breeze and autumn wind, immersed in birds and flowers, books and swords, we are intoxicated and dumped all the time. In every corner of my alma mater, I left cheerful laughter and brisk figures. I think I will never forget the harmonious campus in the sunset.
Our alma mater, the place where our dreams began. Here, we know how to be a self-respecting and self-reliant youth; Here, we learned how to use advanced formulas; Here, we learned to cherish, cherish the true feelings of friends, cherish the relationship between teachers and students, and learn to cherish every bit of achievements. Of course, we learned to be grateful.
Do you remember? It was my alma mater that taught me how to be a real person and how to be grateful. It was my alma mater that made me deeply feel the personal smallness and the collective greatness. My alma mater has taught me a lot. From an innocent child to a polite college student now. She let me understand the hardships of my parents, let us know how to be filial, and let us know how to give and love. She let me know how to cherish and be modest when I succeed, and learn to forget and work hard when I fail. She watched me grow up, comforted us when we were successful, and was our second refuge when we were wronged, crying or helpless. The care of your alma mater makes you always surrounded by love and giving, and makes you always learn to love and give. Compared with my alma mater, I learn in my life and live in my study. There is no end to learning. I dare not make fun of my knowledge, but now when I want to find some words to be grateful, I feel that every word is not as heavy as my feelings for my alma mater. How many years have passed. What remains unchanged is the company of my alma mater. At any time, you will not bear it alone, because you have your alma mater and the care of your alma mater.
Here, let's say thank you to the teachers who knocked on the door of our hearts. Whenever and wherever, we are all your students.
Now, your children have grown up, and they have set foot on a bigger stage of society and written their own chapters. But their hearts will not change, and their hearts have already been deeply branded with you.
Although the lotus root is broken, its silk is still connected.
Wherever we go, we are all children of xx Middle School.
That wonderful memory will never grow old.
6.600 composition is full of touching and vivid memories, and it feels ok. Please accept the answer. There are three articles.
The wind in the morning is a little cold. When I passed my alma mater, I saw those pupils wearing school uniforms, red scarves and carrying schoolbags. At this point, memory is like turning over a book, so all the pictures come to mind.
I didn't know anything that time. I stepped into the school gate of primary school. I am full of novelty about everything and look around. When the big brothers and sisters of the Young Pioneers presented us with red scarves on the playground, I felt the pure joy in my heart. "I am a primary school student! I am a young pioneer! Great! " The excitement is unforgettable. Every Monday, we are dressed neatly on the playground. How wonderful and happy all this is! When I walked into my alma mater again, I looked at the teaching building and seemed to hear our Mandy reading again. I am very serious when I do my homework, and I am afraid when I answer questions. I don't want to shrink back ... The sun is setting and the golden sunshine is shining on the lawn. At the moment I touched my hand, I felt inexplicable sadness. ...
I have laughed, I have been sad, I have studied, I have been noisy, I have been silent, I have been naive, I have been crazy, I have counted which teacher in the school is the most handsome and which teacher is the most beautiful, and listed the rankings; The test paper that once made me breathless; There was an irritating countdown to the exam, a notice I hated the most, and a math that embarrassed me. Everything goes with graduation, everything will become our permanent memory, everything will not disappear but will stay in our minds, in this happy and worrying season.
Look at the grass and trees of my alma mater, draw a beautiful picture and record those bits and pieces. My alma mater has my most precious "wealth", my best memories and things I can't let go of. It is quiet, pure, simple and warm, and it records me-I miss it all.
When I left the beautiful campus with heavy steps, when I looked up at the sky with white clouds, I thought, "It was a long time before I met her, but it has been longer since we separated!"! The tree was green six times and yellow six times. How can you forget the sweet years? Dear teachers and classmates, farewell, dear alma mater, farewell; In my dream, I will become a dandelion and wander around my alma mater!
Separate, completely separate.
2 12 bedroom full of happiness, 7-person world full of warmth, and noon time full of memories. . . Everything is gone.
7. "Junior high school, full of grateful memories" composition is in urgent need of junior high school, full of grateful memories. One summer x years ago, I came to your arms with infinite longing. One day after X years, I am grateful to you for occupying my beautiful memory. In your arms, we spent the spring, summer, autumn and winter in the sound of insects and birds.
Do you remember? Memories in memories, memories in memories, have long been fresh in my memory. We walked into your world and felt your charm. The campus is full of green trees, green grass and flowers. It is not a quiet but interesting path, not to mention the brand-new but vibrant teaching building, majestic statues and lovely toilets like small castles ... The student garden is in my heart, in this longing pure land in my heart. Strolling on the campus path, facing the pleasant breath of spring breeze and autumn wind, immersed in birds and flowers, books and swords, we are intoxicated and dumped all the time. In every corner of my alma mater, I left cheerful laughter and brisk figures. I think I will never forget the harmonious campus in the sunset.
Our alma mater, the place where our dreams began. Here, we know how to be a self-respecting and self-reliant youth; Here, we learned how to use advanced formulas; Here, we learned to cherish, cherish the true feelings of friends, cherish the relationship between teachers and students, and learn to cherish every bit of achievements. Of course, we learned to be grateful.
Do you remember? It was my alma mater that taught me how to be a real person and how to be grateful. It was my alma mater that made me deeply feel the personal smallness and the collective greatness. My alma mater has taught me a lot. From an innocent child to a polite college student now. She let me understand the hardships of my parents, let us know how to be filial, and let us know how to give and love. She let me know how to cherish and be modest when I succeed, and learn to forget and work hard when I fail. She watched me grow up, comforted us when we were successful, and was our second refuge when we were wronged, crying or helpless. The care of your alma mater makes you always surrounded by love and giving, and makes you always learn to love and give. Compared with my alma mater, I learn in my life and live in my study. There is no end to learning. I dare not make fun of my knowledge, but now when I want to find some words to be grateful, I feel that every word is not as heavy as my feelings for my alma mater. How many years have passed. What remains unchanged is the company of my alma mater. At any time, you will not bear it alone, because you have your alma mater and the care of your alma mater.
Here, let's say thank you to the teachers who knocked on the door of our hearts. Whenever and wherever, we are all your students.
Now, your children have grown up, and they have set foot on a bigger stage of society and written their own chapters. But their hearts will not change, and their hearts have already been deeply branded with you.
Although the lotus root is broken, its silk is still connected.
Wherever we go, we are all children of xx Middle School.
That wonderful memory will never grow old.
8. Writing junior high school, full of 800 words of grateful memories, as long as it is narrative, you can also copy, full of grateful memories.
Flowers bloom and fall. Junior high school students lived for nearly three years. In retrospect, those grateful memories are full of hearts.
I lost confidence in myself in the second semester of Grade Two. I started skipping this number in class. When I got home, I quarreled with my parents and was angry that they "forced" me to study. Just when I was a little degraded, the class teacher found out and talked to me in time. The teacher said, "To be a man, we should strive to be the first branch of the east wind ... Let life be as gorgeous as summer flowers ..." I am stubborn as a rotten piece of wood, which is hard to carve. But the teacher didn't give up on me, but mobilized the class cadres to form a helping group. Some of them helped me improve my English and some helped me solve my math problems. The teacher personally taught me how to learn Chinese and looked at the warm smiles of teachers and classmates. At that moment, my heart melted and I was determined to stand up again. With everyone's help and my personal efforts, my final exam results jumped to the top seven in my class. My grades have improved and my impetuous heart has calmed down.
Thank you, teachers and classmates, for showing me the way forward with your special love, so that I am no longer confused and can't find the direction.
"Hey, wrong so much? No, no, you can't catch up with me! " Listen to this loud voice, and you will know who you are. This man is my natural opponent. Don't believe me, I can't catch up with you, hum. Every time I hear his * * *, I feel high-spirited and full of confidence. Why? Because I don't want to give in to my opponent. The opponent can solve a math problem really quickly. Sometimes he has finished writing, and I haven't understood it yet. Sometimes when faced with a problem, he just doesn't know. When he is sad and wants to be discouraged, he always says, "Come, let me help you clear your mind." Sometimes I don't understand him once, and he will tell me again until I understand him. Sometimes I shout "disgruntled, disgruntled, disgruntled", in fact, I have long admired him in my heart.
Look, my opponent, he dragged me with him in his own way. Opponent, thank you for your existence and your enthusiasm!
"Whoops, I didn't play well again." This is me and my classmates kicking shuttlecock on the playground. I can't kick because my limbs are uncoordinated. "Never mind, I didn't play as well as you at first, come on!" This is the voice of kicking the moon king. "Really? Really? " "Uh-huh, come on!" "Oh, Wen Wen, what should I do? I didn't play well? " "Nothing, if I play too much, I won't believe that I can't beat them." "Don't give up." "Uh-huh ..." The playground was full of our laughter.
Thank you, my friend, for your warm encouragement. It is you who urge me to keep working hard and learn to persist!
"Grateful heart, thank you for staying with me all my life, which gives me the courage to be myself …" This song came from my ear and made my heart warm and infinite.
I really want to say loudly to my teachers and classmates, "Thank you, you are the most beautiful meeting in my life!" " "
9. The first day of the composition is full of grateful memories, which requires beautiful language, and 600 words are full of grateful memories.
Maple leaves fall like fire, warming the tree, and it is grateful; White clouds floating, like a gust of wind, cool sky, this is grateful; And we use words to record all this, but also in gratitude. Grateful! A beautiful topic, we must first learn to be grateful, but to learn to be grateful, we must first thank our parents, parents who gave us life, parents who cared for us, parents who were worried and tired for us, and parents who deserve our lifelong gratitude. We will always feel the endless love of our parents. Whether we are young or growing up, our parents' unconditional love fills our hearts and memories. Grateful parents' heart is a solid wall and a sharp sword. No interference can destroy it, and no obstacle can stop it. Grateful parents' hearts are like a rain, like a ray of sunshine, nourishing their own hearts and warming their parents' hearts. If we are a growing seedling, the love of our parents is the first rain that moistens us. Rain, with its unique coolness and slight sweetness, caresses us and blooms in our hearts. If we are a towering tree, the love of our parents is the whistling wind, lightning and thunder, which constantly hone us in life, let us stand in the forest and hold us up in the blue sky. When I was a child, my parents' love was the cradle. Shake, shake and shake! The young people who brought us into the flower season. When I was a child, my parents' love was a sailboat, drifting and drifting! Take us to the world of fighting. When we grow up, our parents' love is the warm harbor where we stay, comforting us and giving us warmth. Motherly love is always so deep, and fatherly love is always so subtle. A poet said, "A mother's love is the sea, and a father's love is the mountain." But in our view, that love is an eternal lamp, which painstakingly illuminates the direction of our life. We are always looking for happiness, but happiness lies in the most essential and subtle care between us, which comes from our inner feelings. While we are happy, we cannot forget your hard work. The vicissitudes of time are written on your's face, and those cocoon-covered hands are proof of our efforts. Those of us who have never paid too much for you have grown up today. At the age of eighteen, we really realized that what you have paid is something we can't repay in this life. We have your childhood care, your teenage care and your adult support. This is the precious wealth of our life. We don't know whether your beautiful faces shed tears of relief when you received our letter, but when we wrote this letter bearing heavy love, we already shed tears. You often say that we are birds, and you are the blue sky, which will always help us support a loving sky. Then let us become a few free dandelions and decorate the universe of love with you. Buried in my heart is gratitude for my love and affection. In the face of your silent dedication, please allow us to say sincerely on this special day: we love you. Mom and Dad, from now on, we must study hard, don't let your money be wasted, and don't let your sweat be wasted.