My second-grade composition 1 Pingdingshan has a long history and profound cultural background. As early as 10,000 years ago in the Paleolithic Age, there were ancient human activities there. The numerous cultural sites in Peiligang prove that a large tribal group appeared in this area about 7000 years ago. The discovery of the site of Longshan Cultural Ancient City in Puchengdian, Weidong District shows that our ancestors established towns and villages here 5000 years ago.
It can be seen that Pingdingshan area is one of the earliest land developed by the Chinese nation and one of the birthplaces of the Chinese nation.
During the Spring and Autumn Period, it was under the jurisdiction of Yingguo, whose totem was eagle. In classical Chinese, "eagle" and "eagle" are allowed to leave, so Pingdingshan is also called Eagle City.
During the Spring and Autumn Period, Liu Lei, the ancestor of statesman Ye and Liu, Jie Yuan, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, Gu Tao, a famous doctor in the Southern Song Dynasty and a writer in the Qing Dynasty, and Bai Lang, the leader of modern peasant uprising, were all born here.
Confucius, Li Bai, Han Yu, Yan Zhenqing, Su Dongpo, Ouyang Xiu and Fan Zhongyan have all been here. There are ancient tombs of Yingguo in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, known as the underground Yingguo History Museum, the site of Chu Great Wall, the site of Wugang iron smelting which was included in the ancient Warring States policy, the site of Wanglonggang iron smelting which represents the highest level of iron smelting in the Han Dynasty, the Fengxue Temple, one of the four famous temples in the Tang Dynasty, and the tablet of Yuanci Mountain, one of the masterpieces of Yan calligraphy. At this time, there is the site of Ruguan Kiln in Liang Qing Temple, the first of the five famous kilns in the Northern Song Dynasty, and the site of Zhanggongxiang, one of the five famous kilns in the Northern Song Dynasty. There are sweaty and glittering Ru Ci, the tombs of the great writers Su Xun, Su Shi and Su Zhe in the Song Dynasty, Ye County, the most intact of the three ancient county offices in China, and Ruxue Palace.
I found a post about learning methods on the internet for my second grade composition 2. It is so boring. The third grade is the key stage. Please, it's just lip service. If you don't take practical action, you will be laughed at.
Can you despise people now that you have good grades? Is it true that only achievement is the key to measure a person in modern society? What's the big deal about getting good grades? Does a person with good grades and bad conduct always talk about others' "welcome"? Why? It's unfair. The current social situation is very bad. If you don't get good grades, should you talk about your ideals and be laughed at by others? Should a poor student be discriminated against by others? Everyone has his own ideal, doesn't he? I don't understand why people can't be pure and sincere inside. Think about it, there are few intimate friends in life. Everything is a cloud.
I hate all this, I hate the hypocrisy in people's hearts, and I hate the bondage that learning brings us. I hate those who get good grades but are arrogant. I hate you. How good do you think you are? Do you think you are the most perfect person in the world? No, all wet. Arrogance is your fatal flaw. Remember those years when you laughed at me. Never forget it, Qian Qian. Arrogance, everything is wrong.
Relax at home and play cards with neighbors. Just say I had a holiday and played cards at home all day. Do you think it's so great that you passed the exam in a county? Fuck you, I hate you. I mistook you for someone else. Hum, self-righteous guy, stay away from me while you can. I hate you. Tomorrow is another day. Come on, what happened to the homework? Come on, this is a new lesson. What if it's wrong? Hum, hum, I hate you.
Alas, parents are always so harsh,
My second grade composition 3 "Congratulations! Your level has reached 150! " Yeah! "A teenager jumped up from his seat and looked at the game tips on the computer screen, with a sleepy smile on his face.
"Xinxin, it's eleven o'clock, you still don't sleep!" Grandma shouted angrily at the top of her voice.
"Oh." The boy gave a long answer and slowly returned to the room. When the leg is pushed, the hand is torn off. I lie directly on the bed three times, five times and two times, and my eyes are slowly closed. I just remember: Ah. I haven't done my homework yet
This is me in grade six and grade one. A person deeply bound by the virtual world of the network.
I was called into the office by the teacher more than once, and was criticized for the rapid decline in my academic performance, which was very out of state. At that time, I was just silent, of course, I didn't dare to tell the real reason. I often come home tired, throw away my schoolbag and throw myself directly into my "war". I can always see the helpless and helpless expressions of my elders in my eyes. My heart is stinging, too.
During the Spring Festival this year, relatives and friends came to visit us. As soon as my aunt saw me, she shouted, "Xinxin, how was the final exam?" At that time, many pairs of eyes gathered at the same time.
"General." That's all I can say.
"How many points did you get?" An uncle next to me asked me leisurely while eating melon seeds.
This time I know I have nothing to hide. "It's all seventy or eighty." I bowed my head.
Uncle turned his head and continued to eat his melon seeds, while others continued to do their own things. I'm really sorry. I am sure that I have almost become a negative textbook for those relatives to educate their children after dinner, but I know nothing and play computer by myself.
Now, I don't want to be myself. I want to change, I want to tell others that I can do well!
My second-grade composition 4 often says, "You are an advantage. His only advantage is marrying me." I snigger every time I hear it. Is it serious? However, in life, it is irrational to rely on and do things. You should rely on vigilance, otherwise you don't know what you will lose. In my opinion, he is humorous, caring, good-natured and smiling. I like teasing very much
I hope I can get ahead, but impose what he wants me to do on me. He was waiting for my interest, but I let him down. He was giving me advice, but I refused, but he was disappointed. He tolerated his mistakes with a broad mind.
That summer vacation, I answered the phone at my grandmother's house and asked what I should do in the summer vacation. My heart sank and I made a "speech" myself. Let me practice hollow characters in my spare time during the summer vacation. As for my surprise, I have already made good use of my empty words and made money. I just laughed and pedantic. What does this hollow word have to do with making money? He asked me to practice, which made me sick. Actually, I'm lazy. I instinctively shouted "no!" For him. , very determined, leave no room. I said it long ago. I didn't expect it, but I patiently said, "Don't refuse quickly. Listen to me, this empty word ... ". I thought, whatever you say, I'm not practicing anyway. Say that finish, I said "no". Finally, I was a little anxious and asked me, "What do you want?" This sentence really stumped me. I want to do it? No, is it me? No. If you don't let me do something, it will disappear. Accustomed to the usual frolicking, seriousness really scares me. Tears rustled away.
Later asked me, I was silent and wanted to end this call quickly. Finally, I gave up persuasion and hung up, but he didn't realize my mood. Grandpa saw me talking for a long time. Come and have a look. When he saw me in tears, he thought he had forgotten me, called me again, questioned me, said no, and listened quietly. I regretted it again and committed a crime. What should I do when I get home? When I got home, someone asked me those empty words. I still didn't agree and didn't say anything. It's my fault. I smiled from beginning to end, which calmed me down and finally I was able to face up to my suggestion. I still disagree.
In the future, my father is kind, love is broad, and my father is kind, tolerant and good-tempered, which makes my heart very clear.
My second grade composition 5 Everyone's mood will change because of the change of their own environment, so will I, except that everyone's successful experience is different.
I just finished my monthly exam and didn't know my ranking until last week.
I still remember last week's class meeting, when the teacher led the report card into the class. Everyone in the class is nervous. The teacher said that I was the first in my class and the second in my grade. After learning the result, I was surprised, because I didn't expect to achieve such results, and because there are many people in my class who are much better than me. I am also worried that I will be laughed at if I don't do well in the next exam, and I will lose face. On second thought, didn't Mo Yan, who won the Nobel Prize in Literature last year, have the same physical and mental experience? But people have never been singled out for a flaw, because Mo Yan has made himself better, and I can learn from Mo Yan! I can also make myself do better and not let others find any shortcomings, but this can't be done by lip service, it needs action.
Life is like this. Only by bravely taking action in life can we do better.
Growth will also make you more and more mature, make you realize how stupid you used to be, and change yourself and make yourself better. In fact, in life, every second of your existence is growing and changing silently. Change will make you better and better. You will change as long as you work hard.
What is the concept of growth? Someone may still ask this question. As I said above, we are growing every second and gradually stepping on the steps of life. Whether it is a magnificent mark or black ink, you have to admit that you have grown up.
My aunt Zhang Haidi once said, "Everyone's life is a ship, and the ideal is the sail of the ship." Although Helen Keller suffered from various diseases, she didn't give up hope. With the help of Anne Sullivan, she worked hard to realize her college dream. My ideal is very ordinary and great, that is, to be a qualified art teacher that children can trust.
Teachers' jobs are ordinary, their salaries are average, and their social status is not high, but they have a dedicated heart, a love for life and a spirit of hard work. They often prepare lessons and correct their homework without complaint under the light, and they have to endure the tricky actions of students and parents. I overheard all this from adults' small talk, but I especially want to be an art teacher in primary school. This originated from my art teacher-Zhang Zhuo. Teacher Zhang is a very competent teacher. She is not only young and beautiful, but also considerate. She is not only knowledgeable, but also very humorous; She not only speaks humorously, but also always pays attention to our growth; We all like her.
Teacher Zhang was the first teacher to teach me sketch. She taught us that painting, like being a man, requires every step to be steady and steady. Because her paintings are vivid, I fell in love with sketches; I fell in love with art because of her wonderful class. In fact, the beginner's art is not smooth, the hand is always out of control, the line drawing is not in place, and I have thought about giving up several times. It is teacher Zhang who encourages me bit by bit and gives me a thumbs-up as long as I make progress bit by bit; It was teacher Zhang's repeated teaching that inspired my interest in learning sketch. In the future, I want to be a knowledgeable, amiable and beloved art teacher like Teacher Zhang.
It is true that it is not easy to be an excellent art teacher. She needs me to study hard and practice my basic skills. I am always ready to work hard to realize my ideal!
My composition 7 in the second day of junior high school is like a bunch of water, remembering a period of youth and a journey of the world of mortals. Primary school life has quietly gone, leaving a little harvest, which is the growth of proudly jointing.
Youth flies in the pages, harvesting ink fragrance.
My youth is like a butterfly. It doesn't like to wander among flowers, but only likes to live among books. I love reading the classic poems sung by Li Bai and Liu Du through the ages, and I am intoxicated with my lips every time I read them. I also love reading the wisdom of Confucius and Mencius, Laozi and Zhuangzi, ancient sages and sages, and it still shines with the light of thought; I also read Lin, Lao She and Hugo. Their words are sentimental, beautiful, humorous and philosophical, and adorn my youth like colorful flowers. Looking back on the past years, I was immersed in pen and ink and surrounded by books, and I gained the most precious spiritual food in my life.
Youth blooms in watch and gains fragrant friendship.
Once upon a time, I was a child with a strong sense of inferiority. I always like to hide in an empty corner and taste the loneliness. Looking back on my primary school days, how can I harvest the fragrance of friendship without the help of my friends?
Youth sails in struggle and gains dreams like clouds.
Proust said: "Life is just an isolated moment of countless memories, and then the meaning emerges." When I stopped writing, it was too late to dry my harvest one by one.
After walking through inferiority complex, there is sunshine-like happiness in front of you. When I was in junior high school, regaining self-confidence made my youth like a perennial song. Long years, poetic elegance, and a little harvest on the road of growth can all become valuable wealth in life.
Youth is too short to cry. So we must put away our tears, arm ourselves to our teeth and go forward bravely.
How many beats can life have? In fact, I really want to win junior high school time, drink this cup of bitter coffee and win a bright future through struggle.
There are five days before my eight-year graduation exam, 78 days before my ninth grade, and 366 days before my 16 June senior high school entrance exam.
Now I have entered the end of the eighth grade, soon. My eighth grade was spent in the best and brightest time of my life, and I am about to face a major turning point in my life-the senior high school entrance examination.
On the first day of the eighth grade, I smiled brightly, because I felt that I was far away from the senior high school entrance examination, and suddenly I felt full of confidence. The last day of the eighth grade is coming. I can't smile so brightly anymore, but I just find myself close to the senior high school entrance examination.
This eighth grade is particularly beautiful, because I have found many friends worthy of my treasure. In this eighth grade, I have grown a lot. I cried twice in front of my classmates, once at the sports meeting, and the comfort you gave me that day is still deeply engraved in my mind. The other time was on the day of military training, the whole grade was misunderstood, and I cried with my sisters in the dormitory. I felt that teacher Zhang was like that that day. Although I cried bitterly, who can understand the rainbow afterwards? I miss this sweet and sad memory.
I love my eighth grade, and I love every classmate, teacher and parent who accompanied me through the eighth grade.
I also have many regrets in this eighth grade. I regret not keeping my oath before the start of school this year. I regret not keeping my promise on the day of the spring outing. I regret that I always lost my temper mindlessly ... I regret the past, and I should let my future not let the future. I regret it.
I want to work hard, I want to refuel, I want to fight for my dream and future!
Goodbye, my eighth grade!
My second grade composition 9 "Why don't you hand in your homework?" She is like an angry lion with eyes as big as two bells. You can feel the fire in her eyes through the thick lenses. I seem to feel the scorching temperature. The muscles of the corners of the mouth twitched, as if the temperature of the boiler was boiling to the extreme.
It's thundering and it's going to rain. I swallowed nervously. Slender hands like a pair of claws, she showed her teeth. The angry lion is ready to start hunting, only one last swoop is needed. "Click" was accompanied by a clear thunder, and the downpour fell instantly. Then she kicked up, followed by a shout: "Give me a lesson!" " "At this time, I am as sad and painful as a deer chased by a fierce tiger in a storm.
After this beating, I dare not despise mathematics any more, and often go to the teacher's office to ask questions. She stroked my head gently. "Another question?" She smiled, like the warm sun in winter, giving people a comfortable feeling. My heart is also warm because of the sunshine. She patted the bench and motioned me to sit down. She meticulously took out a gel pen, pencil and red pen and told me carefully in her crisp voice.
"You see this question, what is the formula? Well, yes ... "With her thorough explanation, all kinds of doubts in my heart were opened one by one by the key of knowledge. At this time, just like a great mother feeding her newborn child, she taught me the knowledge of standing on the society in the future. "will it?" She smiled like sunshine again. "Well, teacher, I know all about it." She touched my head a few more times. "Then we are doing a set of exercises, come on!" She gave me gentle encouragement. I nodded hard. "good!"
On this day, I walked home happily, caressing me and everything with the breeze, and the warm sunset basked in my body.
We are like flowers in bud. And aren't you the gardener who cultivated us diligently? Ah, you are our guide on the road to growth. No matter whether you are strict or kind to us, you are thinking of us and our future!
My father always doesn't like talking very much. Many times, he seems to want to say something to him, but he can't speak after all. Growing up like this has always been a burden to his family. I can't make money, but the biggest expense is me. Every time I come home from school, I just take money from home ... looking at the calluses on my father's hands and recalling his hard-won back, his increasingly fragile body ... endless bitterness. My heart is really painful. If it weren't for me, my father wouldn't have to suffer so much. I sometimes bicker with my parents and grandma, which makes my father very angry. Recalling my past mistakes really hurts me, but I still have no courage to tell my father. I don't want to see my father spend all his hard-earned money on me wrongly. I really want to tell him that I have grown up and I am beginning to understand! But I never said that. Many times, words are always swallowed in the throat. There are too many bitterness, too many grievances. I shouldn't take money from my family when I grow up. Now it costs tens of dollars a day, and hundreds of dollars a week. How much my father expected of me and how much he sweated, he didn't dare to think about it, and he didn't have the courage to think about it, because every time he thought about these hearts, he felt that he was carrying too much and that he was gradually becoming the pillar of this family.
My father is very ordinary, maybe just like other people's fathers, but I know-my father's expectations of me are extraordinary. He wants me to behave well at school, be a good boy at home and understand my parents' good intentions.
Father doesn't expect anything from us, but hopes that we are useful, that we are shining on you, and that our future life will be better.
My second-grade composition 1 1 This summer vacation was simple and pleasant, and then I benefited a lot. It was my own summer vacation. You see:
Just after the holiday, my father took me to Hengdian Film and Television City. We visited the water towns in the south of the Yangtze River, the palaces in the Ming and Qing Dynasties, and the Riverside Map at Qingming Festival. She also put on little Gege's costume and took photos. There is a unique pastoral flavor and mountain city atmosphere here. After visiting the film and television city, I really realized the magnificence of the great rivers and mountains of the motherland. From July 2003 13 to July 2005 15, I went to "Brave Summer Camp". This summer camp not only increased my knowledge and exercised my courage, but also taught me to take care of myself and how to get along with my classmates. In mid-August, I went to Siming Mountain Forest Park again to enjoy the scenery of green mountains and green waters and enjoy the coolness like autumn.
Visiting the great rivers and mountains of the motherland has added a bit of excitement to my summer vacation, and learning and sports have also filled my summer vacation with happiness and vitality. I go to Cambridge children's English training class every Sunday morning, which not only cultivates my interest in learning English, but also improves my English level. I still insist on practicing the electronic piano every day. To my delight, I passed CET-4 on August 13. What a good "no pains, no gains"! July1July-July 3 1, participated in swimming training, and I realized the taste of "I exercise, I am happy". In order to strengthen our physique, my father and I either play badminton, run or go to the community fitness center after dinner every day. During the summer vacation, the gains from study and exercise are really not small!
This is my summer vacation this year, a colorful and beneficial summer vacation, and I hope it will be the same in the winter and summer vacations in the future, so that our primary school students can truly feel the happiness brought by "reducing the burden".
My second-grade composition 12 My mother has a very good friend-Aunt Yu Yu. Her son's name is Xie Kun.
Thank Kun for being healthy and lovely. White chubby face has a pair of modest eyes, which reveal a little boy's unique intelligence. The mouth under the small nose has been moving, and some funny words burst out from time to time. He is taller than his peers and looks like a first-year student. In fact, he only watches big classes.
Thank you. Kun is a greedy cat. He likes to eat many things: lollipops, ice cream, biscuits, hamburgers ... I think he must be a food expert in the future! Every time he is with me, he will ask me to read with him. He is really a studious boy. No matter what sports and games, he will take an active part and keep sweating! Of course, he also has shortcomings! He always touches my head and makes me feel uncomfortable!
He keeps changing roles all day long, holding a long bamboo pole for a while, and suddenly waving at you, "monster, look at the fight!" " "-this is the Monkey King; After a while, he put on the Altman mask. " Moonlight Superman, shoot now! "-this is Altman; If you are outside the door, he will make you knock and sing "rabbit, open the door, open the door quickly, I want to come in." "Just open, just open, I will open, mom is back, open the door quickly." At this moment, singing, he opened the door willingly. -This is a rabbit. If you want to pass him on the road, he wants you to say "Ding Dong" on his ear, and then he will make way. Look who this is. Isn't this the doorbell?
This is my friend Xie Kun, a lovely and naughty boy, two years younger than me.
My second grade composition 13 There will be many teachers in our life, including kindergarten teachers, primary school teachers, junior high school teachers, senior high school teachers and even university teachers. But the teacher I want to talk about today is my junior high school teacher.
When we first went to school, we had a bad impression on her, because on the first day of school, his self-introduction was not so humorous, even a little boring. We all thought that the future would not be easy, because after his introduction, he even asked us to introduce ourselves. This is not what bothers us the most. The number of self-introductions must be more than 100 words. For this reason, our first impression of him was very bad. Although I have a bad impression on him, I can't say it. After all, she is our teacher and will accompany us for three years in junior high school.
But once, we changed our point of view. My classmate had a high fever at that time. In class, he searched everywhere in the drawer, but he couldn't find any antipyretic. He told the monitor of our class that he would let our monitor watch the class for a while and he would come back soon. We all thought he had gone out to call his classmates' parents, but half an hour passed and there was still no sign of him. We were all puzzled at that time, and then a few minutes later, he came in with a bag of medicine, sweating on his head and panting in his mouth. It seems that he ran up the stairs. He took his usual drinking cup, made cold medicine and fever medicine for that classmate, and then let that classmate get up and eat. Because of this small move, our view of him has changed a lot.
He is our teacher. Although sometimes he is a little harsh, when I found out that I was getting in touch with her slowly, his temper didn't seem like this, but the first day gave us a bad impression, so we didn't feel really good these days. But now, we all know that he is a good teacher and our mentor. So I can't live up to the teacher's expectations. I will study hard and repay my teacher later.
My childhood is a fragrant flower, a colorful box. I know a lot about childhood grievances, but I don't want to mention a few grievances, but I can't forget them.
One noon in the third grade, because of his mistake, the responsibility for this matter fell on my head. At that noon, my friends and I took a boring walk on the playground. Suddenly, I met a girl in my class. I chased, ran and frolicked and had a good time. Suddenly he accidentally tripped over the girl and fell to the ground. He stepped aside nimbly. By the time I realized it, the girl had put all the responsibility on me. My mood, like a dark cloud in the sky, suddenly darkened.
After that, no matter how the teacher, parents and the girl listened to my explanation, they all thought my words were like a fable. Yes, that's nonsense.
Another time, I was wronged for doing a favor with kindness.
After school in grade five, I walked happily on the road alone. Just before I got home, something happened. At that intersection, I saw a child hit an old lady in her seventies and then left the scene. As soon as I saw the emergency, I ran to help, but I didn't expect this to be a wronged opening song. I went up to the old lady and called twice, but she didn't respond, so I slowly helped her up. After a long time of consciousness, she pointed at me and said, "You, you are the one who knocked me down. I remember very clearly that the person who hit me was wearing red clothes and blue pants. " It happens that our school uniform is this color. I can't explain this time.
I was speechless, and there were more and more people around me, chattering.
Just then, I saw a boy coming from a distance. When I looked intently, it turned out that he was the boy who hit the old man. He said, "Don't blame him, I hit you!" " "
"I'm sorry, I was wrong about you!" Grandma said to me apologetically. This matter has been imprinted on my mind, and I can't touch it.
There are still some grievances I haven't said now, but I haven't forgotten them. It grows in the heart like grass.
My second grade composition 15 I have a kind and lovely grandmother who is an indispensable member of my life.
Grandpa died a long time ago. It was my grandmother who brought up my mother and uncle. My grandmother used to live with my uncle. Later, my uncle was assigned a new house. It stands to reason that Grandma will move to a new home with her, but because Grandma is blind, deaf and eccentric, menstruation won't live with her. Therefore, grandma can only live alone in an empty house. No one talks to her, no one talks to her, and few people care about her. She's lonely.
During the winter vacation, I finished writing winter vacation homework early and asked my mother to spend the Spring Festival with my grandmother. My mother agreed.
My arrival brought happiness to my grandmother. She asks questions cheerfully all day. I helped her tidy the house and clean it. Get up early every day and rush to buy breakfast to do housework. At night, I put the warm "Ms. Tang" on her bed. Grandma praised me as a good boy. Grandma is a little deaf. I speak softly and she can't hear clearly. I'll put my mouth to her ear, or I'll write the words on paper and show them to her. Living together for a long time, I gradually understand grandma's temper. In fact, she is not biased at all.
My grandmother is educated, educated and considerate. She taught me that children have a good memory and should read more books. When reading, pay attention to your eyes, mouth and heart. What's more, "hate less when using books" and "left hand abacus and right hand pen"? Hey, grandma has a set of words!
On the fifth day of the new year, the new semester is about to begin, and I should go home. When my mother came to pick me up, my grandmother sent me away in tears. When I got on the bus, my grandmother was still standing at the station: waiting for the bus to leave the station, I saw my grandmother still standing in the cold wind through the window. Two lines of tears ran down my cheeks. ...
What a lonely grandmother! She needs company and care!