Change the composition of grade one 1 Am I changing? Now I have entered the gate of middle school, from a primary school student to a junior high school student. Compared with me in primary school, there are also many differences. It seems that I have really changed.
In primary school, I was a tomboy in my class. Whenever I have a rest, I either fight with boys or help girls "fight bravely". I am a famous "Taekwondo Master" in our school. But since I entered the junior high school campus, I have become much quieter. Playing with classmates is only occasional, and most of the rest time is spent in the classroom. Sometimes I read books, sometimes I draw my favorite cartoons for a while, and sometimes I just sit quietly in my seat and become speechless. When reciting ancient poetry, I gradually changed from Tang poetry to Song poetry. Because I feel the sadness of Song Ci, it can touch my heart more. On me, it seems to add a bit of sadness. Maybe I really grew up.
Throughout the primary school, I was a carefree "idle person". I didn't hold any position in my class, but my grades were not bad. A little mistake once in a while won't make the teacher too angry. Now, as a teenager, I am busy happily every day. Since I entered the happy class group of 18 18, I feel that my sense of responsibility has increased than before. I am willing to share my worries for teachers, I am willing to serve my classmates, and I am willing to bring joy to the class. It turns out that I am a happy sunshine girl. Now I am happier because I see my own value in the class!
In the past, I fantasized about staying in my childhood for many times, because my childhood left me many good memories. Now, I always wonder what will happen when I grow up, because my changes have made me see a brighter future!
Yes, I'm changing. I've been changing. I believe I will change and get better in the future!
How time flies! In a blink of an eye, six years have passed, and now I am in junior high school. After entering junior high school, everything around me is changing, including me, and I am also changing.
"Eighteen changes" is not only a patent for girls, but also a patent for boys!
Looking at me in the mirror, that familiar face, look carefully, somehow, the more I look, the more strange I get. It turns out that this face has lost its childishness and become a little more delicate. Maybe this is the change.
I am changing. My personality has changed. I used to cry, make noise and play, which disturbed my parents. When I was in kindergarten, the situation was even worse, which worried my parents. Gradually, I stopped crying and became fond of joking, sometimes helping my parents with housework.
I'm changing, and the way I do things is changing. When I was in primary school, I became dejected and despondent when I encountered a little difficulty and frustration. When I was in the sixth grade, there was a wall newspaper. I didn't think about the theme, so I scribbled on the paper. Finally, I tore the paper into pieces and flew into the sky. Pieces of "snowflakes" fall, telling my helplessness. On the first day, there will be a wall newspaper. I will think carefully about the theme and draw slowly. A wonderful wall newspaper will be displayed under my magic pen. Faced with the same thing, I learned the right choice and chose another way of doing things.
I am changing. My study habits have changed. I didn't know it before: preview before class and review after class. However, it's different now. Since I entered junior high school, I have developed the habit of previewing before class and reviewing after class.
As time goes on, everyone changes in gloom, I grow taller and my mentality becomes mature. In the future, I will still change, but my ideal will not change. I will pursue my ideal and never give up. I should cherish the present time and enjoy the happiness brought by youth.
The Chinese teacher in our class is good-looking, but we can't judge a book by its cover. Do not believe! Please listen to me slowly:
Whenever we tell idioms with stories, our Chinese teacher becomes the queen of the story kingdom, and fascinating stories will firmly attract you. Once, when we were in the class of "Unbreakable belief in bad luck", the teacher told us a story just after Tan Qian finished. The main idea of the story is this: Tan Qian was determined to write a chronicle of the Ming Dynasty when he was a child. Once, in order to verify the authenticity of a historical document, he walked more than 100 miles with dry food and sandals on his feet. Cars now take a long time to run! It can be seen that Tan Qian's rigorous, persistent and determined behavior in learning! When talking about Tan Qian's early years, the teacher told us another story. When talking about Tan Qian writing a book, the teacher told us another story. When talking about Tan Qian's tragic experience in his later years, the teacher told us a story. After class, we understood the text and were deeply impressed. Therefore, students like listening to the story told by the teacher very much. Whenever the teacher tells a story, the classroom will be silent, and the students will stare big eyes, expecting what good stories the teacher will bring us!
The Chinese teacher will become the queen of the story kingdom, a loving mother!
I remember once, the Chinese teacher bought colorful lollipops with the money that had been collected but no one claimed, and gave each student one. At that time, students were still young and didn't know how to care about teachers. They only know how to eat sweets beautifully, but they don't know how to give them to their teachers. But the teacher will laugh when he sees the students eating so happily. His eyes sparkled with happiness and his cheeks were covered with a rainbow of pride. At this time, I feel that my mouth is full of happiness instead of sugar!
Our ever-changing teacher is really changing! Sometimes she becomes a story queen, sometimes a considerate mother, sometimes a professional tour guide, and sometimes an encyclopedia.
How's it going? Want to know her name? She is our ever-changing teacher-Miss Lu!
I believe many people will laugh at this topic directly. I am smart, I am tall, I am mature, I am different from others, I am lonely and sad.
When I was a child, you could often find the shadow of a group of innocent children in my community. They are angels that everyone loves and bumblebees that no one wants to mess with. You speak ill of me today, and I'll take out the garbage in front of your house tomorrow.
When I was a child, I had no leisure time. If you can't find a companion, you can also chat with the cats and dogs next door and chase them in the yard. It seems that you can talk to anything you can feel under the sun.
It's different when you grow up. Those childhood friends disappeared instantly, as if they never existed. Walking on the road, you can't see the little ants who can play hide-and-seek anymore; No more singing wind, no more dancing dew; Even the cats and dogs next door are gone. When I was with my classmates, I didn't know what to say for a long time, what's more, except at school, the chances of meeting each other were pitiful. The relaxed and happy energy of childhood suddenly disappeared, in exchange for all kinds of sadness in the process of growing up.
Take praise as an example. When you were a child, you just said: As soon as the moon goes around the earth, people will praise you for being smart and talented. You will be an astronomer when you grow up. What about now? If you don't do well, you will be scolded. If you do well, you will only get a few dry words: continue to work hard next time.
Really lonely. Just before we realized it, the puppet at home suddenly stopped talking. Their big black eyes are not as lively and empty as before. I want to go out to play, but the pile of blank exercise books on the table smiles evilly at you, forcing you to give up all your thoughts and face the white light alone.
When one door closes, God will help you open another door. This sentence seems to have failed in loneliness. Anyway, I can't get out of the lonely darkness, maybe it's just that no one shows me the way.
I am changing. After I become a lonely self, can I change back?
I am changing, this is an eternal topic.
It's another rainy day. A girl is walking in the rain. Suddenly, several children flew past the girl, and the smile on their faces stung the girl's eyes like dazzling sunshine. The rain is getting heavier, and the sadness in the girl's eyes is getting deeper and deeper. Suddenly, a liquid slipped down the girl's cheek, like rain and tears. Who the hell is she? Her sad figure is familiar. In the blink of an eye, she turned around and I was at a loss. This girl turned out to be me.
Since when, I lost my innocent smiling face; When did I learn to let tears speak for me? When did I understand the famous saying that silence is golden?
"Sister, after you went to junior high school, did I leave alone?" "Yes, yes." Looking at my sister's bored expression, I had to bite the bullet and ignore it. However, the thought that my sister can't go to school with me makes me feel bitter. Going to school, facing the road where cars and people cross, I am afraid to occupy my whole heart and run across the road. Every day is like this, so I make friends with loneliness. Even if students take the initiative to find themselves, they will feel that they are not active. I thought there would only be troubles in my mind in the future, and I could never store happiness. Unexpectedly-"hahaha ....." I often face those dozens of smiling faces in my junior high school life. Perhaps it is the environment, perhaps my heart has been touched, and more and more smiling faces appear on my face day by day. Gradually, I am willing to communicate with my classmates boldly. Happiness finally overcame the loneliness.
Loneliness, loneliness, the loneliness that has plagued me for more than a year, has been put aside, and my heart is so comfortable!
I'm changing. What am I changing? My attitude, manners, hobbies, etc. It changes every day. Compared with the first grade of primary school, I am not what I used to be.
Near this exam, I had a biology class, which was nothing at first, but I inadvertently found myself changed. The biology teacher said, "This year's courses are tight, so I haven't studied some courses, so I have no time to study. Let's teach ourselves during the holidays. " Without thinking, I said, "Make up lessons."
When I said it, I couldn't believe I said it. I used to be very playful. I feel lost when I write one more word and one more question during the holiday! Thanks! Mom said that if you write more and learn more, your grades will be better than others. If you earn, how can you lose? But I didn't listen, and I played my best. Went to junior high school, but asked to make up classes. I've changed. What have I become? Mother said, "Good! It is a good thing to love learning. " The classmate said, "Silly! How stupid! " Seven-day long vacation, twice a year, and make up lessons? Gross! I don't know what it is. But this happened twice. It's different!
And in junior high school, I learned English phonetic symbols again. Divide words into open syllables and closed syllables. Listening to the teacher in class, I don't understand, and seeing other students listen so clearly, I am anxious, alas! Don't mention how hard it is. Tell your mother when you get home. Mom said that a group of college students came to their factory, some of whom studied English. Later, she called and asked, but she told you about it. Wow! Really, that would be great. Happy as a treasure. Because I couldn't make it clear on the phone, I still couldn't, and I was entangled in 10 with a question. Then I thought about it carefully, and I thought about it. I passed the exam the next day! Then I'm happy again!
I am changing my mind, and now my study has an indelible position in my heart. Although I sometimes play for a long time, everything will get better.
I am changing!
Change the first composition 7, "The deceased is like a husband, not giving up day and night." It seems like a few days. I have been in high school for half a year. I can still remember the laughter in primary school, but it doesn't belong to me anymore. What belongs to me is heavy homework, heavy schoolbag and the pace of progress. ...
I remember the childishness of the kindergarten and the loveliness of the new school. Everything changed, so I became silent and thought. Sometimes I wanted to have a wild play, but I went back to my desk at the thought that relaxation would make my academic performance drop. Sometimes I want to watch TV all day, but when I think my eyesight will continue to decline, I lie next to the tape recorder. Sometimes I want to play online, but when I think of unhealthy yellow pages on the Internet, I start computer counseling. Sometimes I want to be free, but I can't help myself at the thought of freedom, so I went into the study. ...
With the growth of age, I gradually have my own worries, riding a bicycle in bed and thinking all the time. Sometimes I really don't know if this person in front of me is myself; Sometimes it is so naive, and sometimes it is as mature as an adult. I'm always thinking about my grades and my plans, how much I want to tell others that my grades can be achieved, and how much I want to sing the hearts of our middle school students with my voice.
We middle school students are tired of studying and living. Most students rest by listening to mp3, but I don't like listening to rock music. The more tired I am, the more I can appreciate Beethoven's struggle for fate, butterfly lovers's tenderness, Paul's struggle for life and the challenge to study. Everything opens a window when I am tired, so that my spirit will not feel empty and I will always be proud of me and the people around me.
I like watching videos to find out the difference between now and before. Those memories are beautiful and sad, and they will never come again.
Time goes by mercilessly, I have changed, everything has changed and become mature. I want to keep the fleeting time and make the future better.
If I can change the seventy-two changes, I must benefit mankind and let mankind live a happier life. If I can change seventy-two, I will ...
If I can change seventy-two, I will become a rain fairy. Go to a dry place, and the next long-lost rain will make the dry river flow from now on, make the dry river wet, let the crops in the field grow sturdily, and let the farmers have a good harvest until the harvest season.
If I can change seventy-two, I will become the wind, bringing a little coolness to people in summer and making the sweat on their heads disappear. Go to the field to see the farmer's uncle who is farming, help him wipe the sweat on his forehead and smile. Then gently help him cool the tea and give him a moisturizer.
If I can change seventy-two, I will become a beam of sunshine, sending warmth and blessings to children in mountainous areas, so that they can thrive.
If I can change 72, I will become a book. Let the children look at me and learn the knowledge inside. Let the children in the mountains also study, enjoy reading, learn more knowledge, go out of the mountains, go out of the countryside, come to the city and outline their bright future.
If I can change seventy-two, I will become a bottle of elixir and go to the hospital to save lives, so that those patients can see their beautiful life and live a happy life again.
If I can change seventy-two, I want to become a wonderful music, floating in the streets, bringing joy to people and making their lives no longer boring. Send wonderful music to people who are working and studying to relieve stress.
If I can change seventy-two changes, I must let people live a beautiful and happy life; If I can change seventy-two changes, I must appear where people need us; If I can change seventy-two ...
I stepped into the middle school campus in the refreshing light rain and came to the billboard to find my own class. As soon as I stepped into the classroom, I looked at strange faces and asked myself: Everything has changed. Have you changed? Later, I got the answer: I have changed.
Everything about me has changed. The fastest change is my personality. Change starts from that moment. ...
"For a while, give a speech on stage!" The teacher said and left, and we were not allowed to disagree. I can't help shivering.
How terrible it is for me. I have always been introverted and a little timid (except insects). What should I do? My heart is like falling into a black hole-it will never end.
But after all, I started talking to myself. I carefully wrote down what my classmates said and repeated it in my mind in order to do the same thing.
It's my turn I shook my hand and walked quickly to the podium, but I glanced at the whole class and was at a loss. I couldn't help stuttering: "I ... ah-I ... didn't ..." I thought, that's it, that's terrible. But then, somehow, I became fluent. Maybe I saw my deskmate cheering me on. I'm about to have a bottom.
After my speech, my classmates gave me warm applause, and my deskmate gave me a thumbs up. My happiness method, ha, can't be described even if I look it up in the dictionary.
From then on, I am no longer afraid of this and that, just talking in the classroom all day and having a break. Now, I like playing, having fun and running with my classmates. Therefore, I am also a lot more cheerful.
I hope everyone will change to a better place like me.
I'm changing. I'm still changing. ...
10 After the school bell rang, I carried those five years on my back and walked home.
You can see the endless playground and bamboo forest from the railing. I can't help sighing in my heart: time passes too fast and rushes by. One moment I was a primary school student in grade one, and the next moment I was an older student who was about to graduate.
Nothing has changed, only we are changing. Grow up, grow taller, and become beautiful and sensible. Once that bamboo forest was our secret base, but now it is the base where we miss time. At that time, we couldn't wait to leave school at once, but now five years have passed in a hurry, and we are about to leave school, but some don't want to leave, as if it were my relatives who are about to leave.
At the corner, straight ahead is the backstage of the podium, which reminds me of an incident three years ago.
When I was in physical education class, I suddenly thought of witnessing the time, because time passed so fast. During my free activities, I called my best friend. I felt the beads in my clothes and thought of a way. Dig a hole in a forest in the background of the podium, and put the beads in and bury them. Pick a day for each grade, dig it out and bury it again. We made a sign after the funeral.
Time flies, and next year will come in a blink of an eye. We found this sign and dug it up. This witnessed our year.
When I got home, I opened the photo album and saw the photos of my childhood. At that time, many people said that I looked like a man. However, during the New Year's greetings, many people almost didn't recognize me. This is the so-called eighteen changes in women's universities.
Time flies, and the New Year's time has passed like an hourglass. I want to cherish the present time, and I want to work hard with my classmates to achieve our goals together. Now all efforts are only for a better tomorrow, come on!
My cousin is a thin and tall girl with short hair and a loud voice. The most common clothes are T-shirts, jeans and sports shoes. His mobile phone is wide and big, and his backpack is black. Suddenly one day, my cousin put all those things in a box and wrote: no more use. Then she announced loudly: "I want to be a lady!" " "
Cousin started to act. She decorated the room in pink, hung lace curtains, bought a lot of cosmetics, curling irons and, of course, high heels, long skirts, short skirts and beautiful little coats. Even the kitten at home felt strange, standing at her door, looking at her pile of "things" and afraid to go in, thinking: what is this? Who is this for? Do you want to come and stay with the guests?
Early in the morning, there was a "snapping" sound in the room. I thought the cat was making trouble, so I went to see it, didn't I? It's sleeping on the sofa! There were two more "bangs", which turned out to be the voice from my cousin's room. I quietly walked to my cousin's door and peeked inside: my cousin was unpacking with a lock of hair on her head, and while unpacking, she muttered, well, this doesn't match this, well, these two things match perfectly. ...
Half a day passed and my cousin finally came out of the room. Wow, her hair is curly, her eyebrows are long and thin, her eyes are big, her eyelashes are upturned, her lips are painted with shiny lip gloss, a pair of crystal earrings are shining, she is wearing a white dress and a pair of thin high heels. It turns out that her cousin is so beautiful! "How, ok?" Cousin asked softly. "Well, good, sister, you should be a lady!" Cousin smiled happily, revealing two shallow dimples.
The tomboy became a lady, and the transformation was successful!