200 words of wonderful descriptive writing for junior high school students
1. 200 words of highlights of the composition
1. Some people love fog, love its haziness, and love its ethereal nature; some people love frost, love its whiteness, and love its elegance. ; Some people love dew, its crystal clearness, and its petiteness; some even love snow, its purity, and its elegance.
When a storm comes, the branches of the forest are dancing and swaying, and the thousands of tree trunks are like thousands of swaying strings, playing a thrilling symphony; the clouds and mist come in, and everything is submerged in the vast white sky. Under the waves, it turned into a swaying underwater forest; but after the tropical rain poured down, the sun shone again, and the water droplets on the billions of leaves flashed out billions of crystal stars, dazzling the eyes. And I only love rain.
2. What happened to our parents? When stuffing butter bread and instant noodles into the child's mouth, should we also enrich the child's poor and mediocre brain? What happened to our schools? When taking your children to swim through the sea of questions and try to score points, should we teach them to understand life, think about society, and explore the truth? What happened to our media? When we continue to introduce entertainment fast food such as "Happy Story" and "Super Winner" to the public, should we think about taking a spiritual and personality "Dragon Bone Strengthening Granule" for our next generation? Only in this way can our nation's future be truly free and unrestrained. 2. 200 words for junior high school to describe the wonderful scene
1 I can’t remember how many nights they slipped between my fingers while flipping through the paper; I can’t remember how many candles melted in my gaze. For ashes.
With the passing of people like this, I can hear the lingering sound of my commitment to life all the time, and feel that the passage of time is gradually diluting my youth and ignorance. I wish I was a fully wound clock. , leaving every fulfilling moment of your life in the non-stop flow of day and night. 2 If humans do not protect the earth we depend on for survival, one day, the raging sand and the accumulation of garbage will swallow up our beautiful home.
I appeal to people all over the world: Let us start from now on, starting from me, hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder, to protect and build our homeland! 3 As the saying goes, "the sea of learning has no boundaries." We are just like a school of fish jumping and playing in the vast sea of knowledge. We are born, grow and live in the sea of knowledge.
We cannot do without the "sea water" that sustains our lives. If we jump out of this "ocean" and live on "land", we will be scorched to death by the ruthless "sun". 4 How can the delicate flowers on the mountain compete with her beautiful face? How can the clear stream in the mountains compare to her pure heart? 5 I grabbed Miss Chun's dress, and Miss Chun brought me into the green world.
6 I spread the papers on the desk and wanted to beat the gong and call everyone to see my glorious score. 7 "For five thousand years, the fire of the dragon will never be extinguished; in ancient times, there were foolish ambitions, but now they are surpassed from the beginning..." Standing on the threshold of the new century, our pursuit is to let the brilliant joy of the motherland fly in the beautiful tomorrow... 8 Beauty is ordinary, so ordinary that you can't feel her existence; beauty is ordinary, so ordinary that only warm memories are left; beauty is calm, so calm that only your efforts can stir up her ripples.
9 The heart is like a tree. The roots of love and hope are rooted in the soil, and the branches and leaves of wisdom and emotion are spread out under the blue sky. No matter whether it is the wind and rain of the years blowing against its face, or the billowing dust covering the green leaves and green branches, it always stands there silently, waiting and accepting everything that comes, neither arrogant nor humble.
The heart is like a tree, each story is carried by the annual rings; it meets the flying birds every time; collisions make it dense and flexible; every scene of experience creates its broad mind. The heart is like a tree, a single tree cannot make a forest.
Therefore, trees are both independent and connected, and hearts are both different and related. 10 Life is a white drawing paper, and each of us is a painter holding various colored pens; life is also a long road with no end in sight, and each of us is a hiker on the road of life; life is also like a magical land, Each of us is a cultivator with farm tools in hand; but life is more like a difficult book, and each of us is a tireless reader.
11 Throughout history, there are countless examples of failure. Almost everyone can fail at anything they do.
If you are afraid of failure, then you can only do nothing. Only by not being afraid of failure can you achieve career success.
There is a difficult and tortuous process between failure and success. Someone once compared this process to a bridge. Many people in ancient and modern times, both at home and abroad, achieved success through this bridge.
Gou Jian, the king of Yue in the Spring and Autumn Period, was not afraid of failure and finally defeated Wu; the Curies were not afraid of failure and finally discovered radium; Sun Yat-sen became more and more frustrated and finally overthrew the Qing Dynasty; Chinese Communists are not afraid of failure , finally achieved the final victory. It can be seen that failure is not terrible. Treat every setback as a new starting point. If you climb thousands of miles from the beginning, persevere and redouble your efforts, you will surely reach the other side of victory.
12 "A year's plan lies in spring." The teenage years are the spring of life. Don't let down the love and gifts of the elderly. Take action and sow your dreams! 13 It was once set as a rule that "out of difficulty comes talent."
Please see: Qu Yuan was exiled and wrote "Li Sao"; Sima Qian was castrated and wrote "Historical Records"; Ouyang Xiu lost his father when he was two years old and became a talented person; Cao Xueqin wrote the immortal "Historical Records" after eating porridge with his family "Dream of Red Mansions"; Gou Jian, the king of Yue, was forced to eat his guts and wash away the country's humiliation; Han Xin was humiliated and led millions of soldiers... They all became great men while fighting against adversity! 14 Who said that people are separated by vast oceans, and who said that there are solid embankments between hearts? When a sixteen-year-old bird flies into the sky, it will always find a branch to rest on. 15 books, all kinds of books.
Books embody mankind’s fervent hopes; books contain mankind’s rich insights. When it comes to books, there are endless words to say... 16 It was once glorious and once withered. Is this your life that will last until death? My dear mother - nature.
How many times have I fallen on the ground to listen to your heavy pulse; how many times have I stood in front of the mountain to feel the vastness of the thousand-year-old pines. Your heroism is enough to make the Chinese nation take off; your selflessness has composed a series of touching songs for the ages.
17 The flowers of success bloom on the branches of hard work, and the bitter fruits of failure breed in the hotbed of laziness. 18 To his son, the father is like a towering mountain, but the son is just a pebble, originating from the mountain but not understanding the mountain.
Many codes of love in life need to be interpreted in detail. On the fertile soil of family affection, if you want to get the most beautiful fruits, you can only look forward to the heart-to-heart *** that exists in an instant. Ming, the tacit understanding of love and love. 19 Because of my self-confidence, I took the first step in life with my delicate legs while learning to speak. Because of my self-confidence, I held up the first place certificate again and again. Because of my self-confidence, I never I cut off my long flowing hair without hesitation and showed my grace on the sports field... Thanks to self-confidence, it gave me a pair of wings, allowing me to fly in the lightning and thunder, and fight in life in the wind and rain! 20 Navigators compare trees to street lights that guide the direction, workers compare trees to umbrellas that protect us from wind and rain, and poets compare trees to elves in their writings, but I want to compare trees to teachers, who protect us from wind and rain. The umbrella, the street light that points the way, the golden key that opens the palace of knowledge.
21 Books are like a ladder, which can lead people to the palace of culture; books are like a key, which will help us open the window of wisdom in the soul; books are like a boat, which will carry We sail into the ocean of knowledge. 22 Time is like a stream, which can attract us to the ocean of life; time is like a small boat, which will help us sail to the ideal shore; time is like a paintbrush, which will guide us to paint the picture of life.
23 ***Heguo celebrated her fiftieth birthday. Fifty years looks like one. 3. A 200-word essay describing scenes at the junior high school level
The annual Spring Festival is coming. Students from other classes have decorated the classrooms with lights and colorful decorations. Everyone has a Spring Festival Gala together. It’s so lively. Our class No exception.
Happy New Year, Happy New Year, we sing and we dance. . "With this cheerful "Happy New Year", the party also kicked off. The two hosts Li Yuchen and Cai Qing walked to the podium accompanied by the music. First, let us enter the first section of the talent show - each showing his ability . The sketches brought to you by Zhang Ran, Bu Yao, Hou Xiaoyu, and Zhang Shuo will deeply affect you after watching them.
It mainly plays the role of several children who picked up 100 yuan on the road. They waited for the owner where they found the money, instead of taking the money as their own. The owners were very grateful and repeatedly praised them as good young men who found money. We should be like them in the future and be a good boy who can make money without losing money. The open bar "Flowers of Integrity" in Ma Enze's speech shocked the students even more. He mainly talked about several specific examples to reflect the importance of integrity. What moved me most was that a principal promised the students that if Their reading amount this semester reached 10,000 words, and he crawled home from school. By the end of the semester, the students' reading was indeed up to 10,000 words. They did not forget the promise made by the principal. It happened to be snowing heavily that day, but the principal did not forget his promise to the students, so he climbed out of school with difficulty. go home. In fact, he could have explained to his classmates that they would not let the principal crawl home because it was a snowy day, but he did not do so. He is a principal who keeps his word and is honest, and his actions are in the hearts of the students. It left a deep mark.
Let’s move into the second section - the communication platform. The students set goals for themselves and wrote them on the blackboard. You see, 1. Become the best class in the school 2. Study hard and become the first in the school 3. Health red flag be the first in the school 4. Behave better than the teacher when the teacher is away It's okay. Zhang Haoran, Xue Fan, and Yin Xu sang "Fire of Youth" for everyone. Their resonant singing seemed to bring the students into a fantasy realm. Yan Lu and Li Yang sang "Primrose Grass" which mesmerized everyone even more. The students also wrote on the blackboard their best wishes to the teacher for smooth sailing, smooth work and eternal youth. Unknowingly, the get out of class bell rang, and the Spring Festival Gala came to an end amidst the laughter of the students. 4. A 200-word excerpt of a junior middle school classic prose paragraph with detailed descriptions
Autumn is still strong, and it is suddenly early winter, and the moon also brings the autumn warmth into the winter night sky.
It got dark early. After dinner, I went back to the dormitory in the dark. After crossing the mountain, I suddenly saw the orange and bright early winter moon over the southwest hillside. It was low and full, huge and fresh, and I felt a beautiful and friendly feeling. From the bottom of my heart. In the night, the dark peaks are scattered in a row, and everywhere in the field of vision, a ridge stretches across the sky and meets the sunset; beside the fading glow, the silhouette of the mountain is like a light ink painting, and the outline of the nearby mountain is like a thick ink painting; the hillside Towards the southwest exit, the mountains open up rapidly, with undulating peaks and ridges, like a black wave, majestic under the melting moonlight; the moonlight above the hillside and nearby mountains and rivers under the moon is beautiful, giving people a sense of beauty that this month is dedicated to this place.
This moonlight mountain scenery is so beautiful! Looking at the bright moon, it seems that I have forgotten my own existence, leaving only a wisp of beautiful emotions, reflected in the moonlight. Wandering alone in the moonlight, all the things that I had to think about or even worry about during the day are completely forgotten at the moment. However, some things that I had no time to take care of during the day or even have long been forgotten, will be remembered clearly.
Such beautiful moonlight will make the treasures deep in the soul bloom, and even pain will become beautiful. But the moonlight makes me have nothing to worry about, my body and mind are relaxed, and my breathing becomes light and even, making it difficult to notice.
I am like a fish that swims into the clear water to "steal the clearness", floating in the moonlight, sucking the moonlight, absorbing the clear brilliance, mooring or wandering, intoxicated. The orange moon, the orange light, and the gentle frost floating in the orange light.
In the clear night sky, I seem to feel the flow of moonlight, feel the rhythm of moonlight, and realize that human emotions and the fluctuations of moonlight are interdependent; under this soft and beautiful moonlight, as long as one When you concentrate and get emotional, you can seem to hear the melodious and beautiful song "Butterfly Lovers" and see the elegant and dreamlike "Swan Lake"... Could it be that the birth of these works also experienced the gestation of the moonlight, and the author's inspiration was also nourished by the moonlight? And watering? Otherwise, how could these beautiful things be restored in the moonlight? The mountains pillowed and cuddled up against each other, and slept peacefully in the hazy moonlight. I never expected that the mountains I had passed and seen over and over again during the day would be recreated by the moonlight and look like a fairyland.
The trees on the mountain crowded together and hugged each other, falling asleep. The tall and whirling crowns of pine trees and other trees are like umbrellas, clouds and catkins, like splash-ink paintings in the dark night.
The mountains are breathing, the trees are breathing, the air is breathing, the night is breathing... If you stare at this moment, you can see the end of the world; if you listen at this moment, you can hear the ends of the sea. The one who listens and sees is neither the ears nor the eyes, but the heart, with the help of the moonlit night.
The moonlight is like an orange and indifferent liquid, and the mountains and rivers are immersed in the moonlight, giving them a heavenly tranquility. Alone under the moonlight, a peaceful and peaceful soul accepts the wise examination of the moonlight. Life is beautiful, and the human soul should also be beautiful. What we do should be worthy of this beautiful world, worthy of this world. Beautiful moonlight; only beautiful souls can shine into the beautiful moonlight. Only people with beautiful souls dare to face this beautiful moonlight quietly alone and have peace of mind.
Thanks to life and thanks to the gift of nature, my boat of life has abandoned the noise, pollution and crowding, docked in this moonlight, and encountered this bright and dream-like scenery. I was so intoxicated by the moonlight that I even forgot when and how I entered the moonlight, and I never thought about walking out of the moonlight and this peaceful and pleasant dreamland.
In the long river of time, we only have our own ray of moonlight. If we don’t cherish it, we will suffer a lot and everything will be wasted. Don’t you see, this month has come from ancient times, experienced vicissitudes of life, experienced rise and fall, sent the wind and waves through the ages, and watched the flowers bloom and fall... The King’s Moon, the Frost Morning Moon, the Guanshan Moon, and the Red Wisp Moon are all gone! The mountains and rivers are silent, and I fall into a deep dream; people do not hesitate to see the moonlight for themselves, how should we grasp this ray of moonlight? The early winter moon hangs high in silence, and the beauty is like washing.
In my career of more than 40 years, the most profound taste of winter people was when I immigrated ten years ago. In the past ten years, Baima Lake has become a small village. , when I moved there, it was still a wilderness. The new building of Chunhui Middle School stood majestically on that side of the lake. At the foot of the mountain on this side of the lake were several small new bungalows, where Liu Junxinru and I lived. Besides, there is no human habitation within two or three miles.
In the eleventh month of the lunar calendar, the family moved to Xia Dian from the bustling Hangzhou to this desolate mountain wilderness, as if they had plunged into the extreme zone. The wind there comes almost every day, whistling like a tiger roaring. Although the house is newly built, its structure is extremely rough. The wind comes from the cracks in the doors and windows, and is extremely sharp, thickly papering the cracks in the doors and windows. But there was still penetration through the cracks in the citron. When I was blowing badly, the door was closed before midnight. After dinner, the whole family fell asleep in bed, listening to the howl of the cold wind and the surging of the lake.
The small rear pavilion on the back of the mountain is my study. It is the room with the least wind in the whole house. I often pull my borscht hat low on my head and work under the foreign lamp until late at night. The pines are roaring, the frosty moon is outside the window, and the hungry rats are scurrying on the dust. At such times, I deeply feel the desolate poetic taste. I often scratch the ashes alone, refuse to sleep, and imitate myself like a landscape painting. The characters in it have all kinds of ethereal reveries.
Now Baima Lake covers the whole area from the top to the bottom. When the sun is shining, as long as it's not windy, it's really not as warm as winter.
The whole family sat in the courtyard to soak up the sun, and even ate lunch outside the house. Just like summer dinner, they moved the chairs and stools wherever the sun was shining. Suddenly a cold wind came, so we had to As if they were fleeing, they each took their chairs and stools and fled into the room, closing the door. On a normal day, the wind would come around late in the afternoon and stop in the middle of the night. As for the strong wind and cold, it would roar all day and night and last for two or three days. That’s all. During the coldest days, the muddy ground looked as pale as the Shuimen River, the mountains turned purple and dull due to the cold, and the lake waves turned dark blue.
Snowy fields are something I never hate. On snowy days, the indoors are extremely bright and I almost don’t need to light a lamp at night. The snow in the distant mountains is enough for me to watch for half a month, just by raising my head. Viewed from the window. But after all, in the south, it only snows once or twice every winter. Almost all the winter flavor I experience there comes from the wind.
The reason why Baima Lake is so windy can be said to be geographical. The lake is surrounded by mountains, but there is a gap of half a mile wide in the north, so I just deliberately opened my bag. The scenery of Baima Lake is not far different from ordinary scenic spots, with the appearance of welcoming the wind. 5. Two character and scene descriptions and two highlight clips each (about 200 words)
Scene description:
The most exciting event is the obstacle relay race between parents and children, Teacher Tang’s gun As soon as the competition started, I saw Wei Liangyu from our class holding the baton tightly, crossing the obstacle, and passing the baton to the next parent. The cheerleaders of our class were also cheering on the side. The students cheered one after another, and the competition was going on. It was going on nervously, and suddenly, a parent lost his center of gravity because he ran too fast and fell to the ground.
‘No, what should I do? Can the game continue? ’ The students on the side were stunned. They saw that the parent was not discouraged. He endured the pain and continued to compete. Come on! come on! The students shouted louder, the game is over! Through hard work, our classmates and parents achieved good results in second place.
Many white snowflakes are scattered on the snow, and the snow is pure white. My sister and I walked slowly on the snow, breathing in the heat and leaving big and small footprints. We looked at the pines and cypresses in the park not far away. They were so green, just like the delicate plum blossoms, standing proudly on the snow. I smiled slightly, squatted down, picked up the snowflakes, and piled them up into a snowman, adding a bit of beauty to this beautiful snow scene...
Character description: A delicate and beautiful face is exposed under the scattered bangs. Son, the only flaw is the brown and black birthmark on her neck. However, such a birthmark also makes her look more naughty and cute. She loves to talk and laugh, and sometimes she will play some pranks, such as appearing suddenly to scare you when you are not prepared, etc. In short, you will not see any sadness on her face. Everyone loves to be with her!
Indeed, Margaret is really a stunning woman. She was a little too tall and slender, but she had an extraordinary ability to cover up this natural negligence as long as she put a little effort into her dress. She wore a large cashmere shawl that reached the floor, and the broad edges of her long silk skirt were exposed on both sides. The thick hand warmers she held close to her chest for hiding her hands had very delicate pleats around them. Therefore, no matter how critical you look at it, the lines are impeccable.
Her hair is very beautiful, a wonderful treasure. It is small and exquisite, as Musset said, it seems that it was shaped like this by her mother's careful care. On an oval face with an indescribable charm, there are two big black eyes, with two curved and slender eyebrows, as pure as if they were artificially painted. The eyes are covered with thick eyelashes. When the eyes are lowered, they cast a faint shadow on the rosy cheeks; the playful little nose is slender and straight, and the nose wings are slightly bulging, like a strong desire for erotic life; a small and upright mouth has clear outlines and soft lips. He opened his mouth, revealing a pair of teeth as white as jade; his skin felt like the velvet on a peach that had not been touched by human hands. These are the general impressions this beautiful face gives you. The jet-black hair, whether it is natural or combed, is curled like waves. It is divided into two large locks in front of the forehead and dragged to the back of the head, revealing two earlobes. There are two shining stars on the earlobes. Diamond earrings worth five thousand francs.
When she took the fork, she shivered so hard that she dropped it. She was so hungry that her head was trembling like an old man's. As a result, she had to use her fingers as a fork to eat the vegetables. When she put a piece of potato in her mouth, she suddenly choked and started to cry. Two rows of tears as wide as noodles flowed down his cheeks and onto the bread. She just kept eating, devouring the tear-soaked bread, panting heavily and her jaw twitching. Gu She forced her to drink so that she would not choke; however, when the wine glass touched her teeth, it made a sound of "yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes". 6. Fragments of excellent junior high school narrative essays of about 200 words
Which fragment of childhood is in sleep? Childhood is a landscape painting that never fades. Childhood is also a beautiful story that we depreciate every day.
During the May Day holiday, Jiang Xuanze invited our family to Pushang Garden to participate in parent-child development activities. In the morning, there is a parent-child game competition, and in the afternoon, there is real-person CS. As soon as my mother told me the news, I jumped three feet high with joy. In my anxious anticipation, the May Day holiday has finally arrived. Early in the morning, I dragged my father and set off. When we arrived at the meeting place, I found that there were several people who were more positive than me, and everyone was extremely excited. When the time came, the instructor assigned a number to each of our families. We were family No. 8. The game started in the morning. We went through kangaroo jumping, working together, moving bricks, blind men crossing minefields... a series of fierce competitions, and we achieved good results through the joint efforts of my father and I.
What excites us the most is the afternoon game - the real-person CS game. The instructor prepared a set of equipment for each of us, including camouflage uniforms and laser guns. Each person has three hundred rounds of ammunition and five lives.
The instructor took us to a dense bush, and the competition started. I started to act according to the plan discussed in advance with my father. I rushed into the bush and found a favorable geographical location to hide myself. While protecting myself, Keep looking for targets and destroy them. I kept moving like a monkey between the tree pits to find the target. Suddenly, something moved under my feet. I thought it was an enemy. When I looked carefully, it turned out to be a bird. I didn't dare to say anything and continued to search in the distance. Hahaha, I found a camouflage hat between the tree branches in front of me. I picked up the laser gun in my hand, quietly aimed, and fired quickly. "Ah" the target shouted, Got shot! The enemy also discovered me and began to launch a fierce counterattack against me. Not to be outdone, I took advantage of my favorable terrain and began to fight back. However, that guy was too cunning, jumping up and down always made me confused and wasted bullets. I had no choice but to use my special skill-beating randomly. Unexpectedly, I really achieved good results. The enemy was beaten by me. "Beat to death". After this fierce battle, I had very few bullets left, so I had no choice but to try my best to preserve my strength and eliminate more "enemies" while protecting my own life. Time passed slowly, and more and more people died. I exchanged opinions with a teammate. In order to help my teammates achieve a better victory, I decided to sacrifice myself. I asked him to shoot me and put I gave him the remaining three lives. In this way, our team finally achieved the highest result. My teammates won first place, and our team also won first place as a team. The game was over. The instructor counted the total results of the morning and afternoon games. I actually won the first place and won a free CS membership card worth 150 yuan. I was so happy.
This is really a happy activity. It not only allows us to have fun, but also lets us know the importance of unity and cooperation. The power of one person is limited, but the power of everyone is infinite. If I could turn back time, I really want my childhood to stay in my heart forever. 7. A 200-word essay for junior high school students
In elementary school, I was a typical "madman" and a gangster in the class.
I didn’t take the teacher’s lectures very seriously, but even so, my grades were pretty good, but they were not very stable. The teacher also took great pains to do this.
But I just changed it. When I entered junior high school, the teacher's discipline on me became much stricter, and I made up my mind to change it, so I became much more serious in class and no longer deserted. My grades were much more stable than before, no longer fluctuating, and I also made progress. I am in my early twenties during the Chinese New Year period, but I know that this alone is not enough, so I am still very serious. Now I know that what I did before is all right.
I'm not doing very well now, I hope I can strengthen my willpower and become more serious. I would also like to thank my junior high school teacher who laid the foundation for me to want to get rid of this problem.
I am a middle school student. I want to move towards a bigger goal and get rid of my little problems...