Life is like a four-flavor bottle, with all kinds of ups and downs. Every different smell is a memory. Open the door of memories, let's taste the ups and downs of life together! The following is a bittersweet junior high school composition I compiled for you. You are welcome to consult it.

1' s boring holiday made my desire to meet my classmates impetuous again. It's hard for me to go to school now, but I'm beginning to miss that' boring' holiday again.

Eager to meet my classmates, I quickly asked my father to move my "greenhouse" flowers into the garden. As soon as I stepped into the long-lost garden, I remembered the ups and downs of the school.

ferment

The course that scares everyone the most is the composition class. I can't hold back a few words for a long time. Let's see how the students write their compositions. First, we give the camera to the monitor of the monkey. I saw that she really scratched her head as the name suggests, and the pen in her hand kept turning, but there were still a few words that came into view. For a long time, the pen is still turning, and I am still waiting for the cruel fate in the composition book.

sweet

In our class, she is the only one who really wants to be the sweetest. The lollipop never leaves your mouth or hand every day. She is the sharp elder sister of our class. Her short hair is flowing in the wind, and her short sleeves don't match very well. A pair of cropped trousers and slippers are firmly buckled on her feet, as if she were the same as her feet.

Her sweetness doesn't stop there. The sweetest thing about her is her mouth. Common polite expressions: "I'm sorry", "thank you" and "I didn't mean to". And so on (completely murdering a junior high school student should be naive and lively, but times can ignore anything. )

difficult

The most bitter thing for students is not too much homework, but the pain of physical education class's occupation. A senior once used an image metaphor: physical education class, our short sky, once murdered, you will be miserable; Once plundered, you will die. How's it going? The metaphor is appropriate enough!

fragrant

Here, the hottest class teacher, she is like a pepper bomb, honestly bombing us. But when we are dishonest, she will explode. For example, once, all the teachers had a meeting in the principal's office next to my class. Well, it seems that I can't stop calling _ _. As a result, the old class exploded. Collective reflection for 30 minutes after school. So, be a good boy and be obedient!

Sweet and sour junior high school composition selection 2 junior high school life is like a strange dish of beans. They all look the same on the surface, but they all taste different. They are sour, sweet, bitter and spicy, and they will not understand until they are eaten.

Acid is the first of the four flavors, so I'll start with acid. In physical education class, when students are waiting in line, they always talk nonstop. It usually takes a long time to form a line. As a result, the teacher was dissatisfied with the discipline and said something that surprised everyone: "The information of physical training this day includes push-ups, rabbit jumps, duck steps, running laps and stretching squats." After a class, many students shouted, "I'm exhausted and my legs are sore!" "

Sweet-in the anxious expectation, the exam results finally came out. I took the exam in the whole grade of 63, and I am sure I will gain something when I think of my parents' happy expressions. When the composition is well received, when the whole class becomes a model essay, my heart is as sweet as eating honey. When the composition was published and the score was high, my heart was full of joy.

Bitter-the final exam is coming, papers are piled up, homework is piled up, and I study hard every morning. I must be proficient in Chinese, maths, English, geography, history, biology and politics. The pressure of school ranking always bothers me, and I am determined to overcome the difficulties. Students are bitter! Also, writing a composition is easier than changing it, sometimes for a word or a sentence. I often have to rack my brains and think hard to get a good sentence.

Spicy-you can only feel the real spicy when you are in junior high school. You have to deal with the "red cross" in a test paper and an assignment, some are simple mistakes and some are repeated mistakes. Seeing the teacher's comment on writing that "there is nothing to say", whose face is not red or spicy.

Experience the bitterness of life, experience the bitterness of life, feel the spice of life and finally feel the sweetness of life. Only by tasting the ups and downs in life can we temper ourselves, enrich and complete life, and the benefits of life will be like this.

Sweet and sour junior high school composition selection 3 Life is full of taste, and everything has its ups and downs. On the road of life, we experience growth. In the process of growing up, we understand life; In the process of growing up, we move from ignorance to maturity; In growing up, we not only experienced storms, but also enjoyed happiness and happiness; In the process of growing up, we tasted the taste of life and saw our feelings about love ... In the journey of growing up, we saw the colorful world, our beautiful childhood and prosperous youth. In my growing experience, I have tasted the taste of never getting tired of eating and enjoying it.

ferment

In the sixth grade, we were about to graduate. I don't know why, every time I think of these plots of graduation, I always can't help crying, and a burst of bitterness quietly welled up in my heart. How many young memories have we left in these six years? We pile them together, enjoy them quietly and taste them slowly. We are about to leave everything we get along with day and night, so we become sad ... because time and growth have given us too many unforgettable memories and a little bitterness.

sweet

Seaside, beach and sunshine always attract me. One day, my friends and I came to the seaside. Once I get there, I always feel relaxed and happy. A breeze blows the corners of clothes, and a ray of sunshine gives us infinite warmth. I came to the side near the sea, and my feet seemed to melt into the sea. I leaned down and stroked the sea gently, and I felt a cold feeling. We went to the beach to play again ... time passed quickly, and at dusk, the afterglow reflected on the sea, shining, making the sea more lovely. In this way, I had a happy day.

difficult

Life will never be smooth sailing, there will always be some hardships and twists and turns. Of course, everyone has a different definition of frustration. In another exam, I got a result that I never had and never thought of. When I learned the result, my heart was cold, and now my heart is broken. I don't know how to face my teacher, my parents and myself. Of course, tears cannot wash away the pain. I said to myself: Try harder! A seemingly simple sentence has given me infinite strength. Let me go back to the original point from the edge of sadness.

fragrant

Sting poison, hey! Another dazzling science class. I sat listlessly in my seat, keeping my head in close contact with my desk. At this time, my deskmate called me: "Hey, the teacher asked you to answer the question!" " "I immediately stood up and looked at the teacher in a daze. The teacher pulled a long face and said, "classmate, please pay attention to the class next time and don't stand up casually." "I looked at my deskmate with a blank face, and he smiled while covering his mouth. I suddenly realized that my face was burning. ...

From small to large, we are ignorant, carefree and full of dreams. Once upon a time, we were eager to grow up and had infinite expectations for a bright future. But when we grow up, we still want to wander in our immature childhood and go back to the past ... time flies and the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle. Time flies to lead us to grow, and we will taste the taste of growth together. ...

Sweet and sour junior high school composition selection 4 maternal love is a giant umbrella, sheltering us from the wind and rain; Motherly love, a handful of peppers, has been "spicy" to my heart; Motherly love is a cup of milk, which moistens our hearts ... Motherly love is like bottles and jars in the kitchen, full of ups and downs, which makes me taste all kinds of flavors.

Acid-"I didn't do well in the math exam today. I will hand out the test paper now and let my parents sign it. " In the afternoon, Mr. Gan came to our classroom and sent out a questionnaire while talking. I took the test paper in fear and trembling, and took a closer look at the results. Almost all the brain cells in my body were shocked to death-80 points! I haven't scored below 90 since the fourth grade! When my mother came home at night, she immediately asked me what my math score was. I faltered and only answered Nuo Nuo: "Not bad." When my mother saw my faltering answer, she seemed to have guessed something, and her face was as heavy as moss: "Didn't you do well in the exam? A few minutes? " Just like a servant talking to the emperor, I whispered, "80 points ..." "That's not bad? If you look around, it's only 80 points, even better in the fifth grade. How well do you think you did in the exam? ! "Before I finished, my mother began to" thunder ". Needless to say, a "shredded pork with bamboo shoots" is inevitable after all, but my heart is sour.

Sweet-"You did a good job! You know what I don't know, awesome, come on! " In the evening, after reading my Chinese reading contest paper, my mother felt deeply and praised me like rain. I won the first prize in this competition, and my family was very unhappy. "Reward you for a one-day trip to Shanghai next Saturday!" "Yes!" My heart is as sweet as honey.

Bitter-with the growth of grade, my mother's control over me is becoming more and more strict. "I have practiced calligraphy!" "Jin Tianyu, exercise!" "Jin Tianyu, I don't think you can practice these topics!" "Listen to English, read English!" ..... One night, I was about to go to bed. Who knows "Cheng" told me to consider expanding the topic. I watched reluctantly until my eyelids fought. Mom said to hurry up in the future. The next morning, I was ten minutes late and was criticized by my teacher. I'm as bitter as coffee!

Spicy-I remember one night in the third grade, because my grandmother was "late", I went home and disappeared for an hour. Because I can't find my people, the whole family is mobilized. At Zhongxing Road, I was picked up by my mother. "You are too capricious, have you ever thought about how many people are worried about you! ..... "My mother kept talking like Sister Xianglin, and then she simply stopped talking and came directly to a" pancake ",which made me feel irritable, like eating Chili.

Maternal love is full of ups and downs, which makes me deeply feel my mother's all-round love for me!

Sweet and sour junior high school composition selection 5 Long summer vacation, ups and downs.

Acid: After writing my composition, my parents sent me to my grandfather's house to experience whether it is hard to be a farmer. Walking barefoot with pants in my hand on the dark and shiny land is very cold and cool, which makes me feel a little cold on a hot day. Green rice seedlings are thriving, and weeds are overgrown below, following the rice seedlings to find nutrition. As the saying goes, "the grass deceives the seedlings, and the seedlings bully the grass." So I'm going to help Miao, pull up weeds, pull up a grass first, and it's too late for dogs to bite. One, two, three ... There are countless weeds around us, which have already piled up like mountains. It hurts to lift your waist. When I looked at the venue, I still had a quarter unplugged. I had to go to the field hand in hand in despair and continue to pull.

Sweet: At sunset, Grandpa picked a big watermelon in the cucumber field. It's round, but you really can't find it without looking carefully! Everything is exposed with a knife, and the meat with red spots is exposed. Take a sweet bite, there is a clear spring under the melon, which is cool and delicious.

Bitter: It's really backache when you come back from pulling weeds, because grandpa has been working outside for a long time, and this situation won't happen again. As for me, I got up in the morning, my hands and feet were numb, I was almost paralyzed, and I was lying in bed complaining. "Those who come from cities are just different. Only those who want to study hard and are not afraid of hard work can learn to farm. " Grandpa taught me. "It's not as simple as I thought, so bitter, so much labor. It's killing me. " I screamed.

Spicy: As the saying goes, "practice for three or nine days in winter and three days in summer". At six o'clock in the morning, I woke up while dreaming a beautiful dream. After repeated resistance, I had to sleepily accompany her to do morning exercises. It's hot in the sun, and I'm miserable if I don't like drinking water in the morning I'm sweating all over and my mouth is burning. As soon as I got home, I drank water until I was full.