No matter in school or in society, everyone has written a composition, and you must be familiar with all kinds of compositions. Writing is a kind of speech activity, which is highly comprehensive and creative. So have you ever learned anything about composition? The following are 1 excellent seventh-grade compositions I compiled for you, for reference only, hoping to help you. 1
Miss Chun came to the earth in colorful skirts. In order to celebrate the arrival of spring, Miss Chun sent out many invitations and invited her good friends to her party. No, Sister Chun Yu came to the world as soon as she received the invitation.
Listen, "Ding Ding Ding, Knock Knock ..." This is a beautiful song from Sister Chunyu's voice, which awakens the hibernating animals, the withered flowers and trees, and the mother earth. Spring rain is as thin as a needle tip, intertwined and sprinkled on the earth. Moisturize everything, the spring rain is still falling, and the crisp song is getting louder and louder.
look, that spring rain looks like a string of pearls with broken lines. The rain fell gently on the flowers, and the flowers smiled comfortably. Laughing so brilliantly, the red, white, purple and yellow flowers are more vivid and beautiful under the nourishment of the spring rain. A drop of pearl-like rain on the petals seems to be a beautiful hand ornament given to the flowers by the spring rain. The flowers nodded and smiled in the drizzle, as if thanking the spring rain. The spring rain gave the caress to the grass to enjoy the bath comfortably and become green. Urged by the spring rain, they are growing hard hand in hand. Look, the willow trees are arguing happily. Braids are washed spotless by spring rain, like jade. Willow is waving its braids in the rain. Looking at the beautiful world in front of me, I can't help reciting a poem: "Good rain knows the season, when spring happens. Sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently. " The rain in spring is really beautiful! 2
Recently, my parents are very busy with their work. They go out early and come home late every day, and don't go home for dinner at noon. I often stay at home alone and spend those lonely hours. It is this time that makes me feel that I have suddenly grown up.
In the morning, when I, a lazy little cat, got up late, my parents had already gone to work. I can only give myself "ample food and clothing", and I also eat bread and milk with relish. "A day's plan lies in the morning", and the time in the morning is precious, so I must hurry up and not forget to study. After breakfast, I took out my summer homework and did it in an orderly way. From Chinese to mathematics, from composition to Olympics, everything is sloppy. Although my parents should be relatively free when they are not at home, I can't live up to their trust in me. I should know the value of "being cautious and independent" and do my best in every little thing.
The rain seems to be stuck in the Huaihe River Basin. The continuous heavy rainfall makes my mother's work more busy, and often leaves the washed clothes outside to be blown by the wind and rain. My mother said that she would rather let them be rained than collected by me, because she was afraid that I would fall off the balcony. But I don't think so. Every time I divide by two, I take all my clothes back before the heavy rain comes. I'm eleven years old, almost as tall as my mother, and I'm afraid I'll fall? I can not only collect clothes, but also cook and clean the room. On a rainy evening, I scoured some rice, plugged in the rice cooker, and then called my mother: "Mom, come back when it rains a little less. I have already cooked the meal." When my mother came back and ate the delicious meal I cooked, she was so moved that she was completely bored. It turned out that my little thoughtfulness was the best antidote for her.
Learning piano and swimming have always been reserved programs in summer vacation. My mother used to pick me up and drop me off, but now I can only go alone. I always get to the place on time in the burning sun or in the pouring rain. Every day at noon, when I am walking on the way to menstruation's home, or sitting on the bus to my mother's office for lunch, my ears always echo my mother's exhortations: Be careful when walking and crossing the road! I feel really grown up for the first time, and I also realize that no matter how busy my parents are at work, I will always be their deepest and heaviest concern! The moon is full and the stars are bright tonight, which seems to be because God is in a good mood and created this beautiful night.
After the evening self-study, the whole city is quiet, sitting on the balcony alone, looking at all the masterpieces of people here over the years, I feel a little sad. It seems that only at night, when the city writes quietly, do I find that the city is still a little beautiful.
There is a very wide road opposite, where there is no light, except occasionally a car with its headlights on. In front of the cross road, there is a very clear river, like a huge axe, which splits the town in half. Waves of breeze came from there, and my whole body felt a little cold.
I put on a coat and sat down again, but I felt that the night was quiet and scary.
recalling the car accident that happened the other day, I couldn't help but tremble inside and secretly shed tears.
that day, it was evening, and we went to study in the evening. As soon as I arrived at school, I heard from my classmates that there was a car accident outside the school, and it was a seven-year-old boy who was killed.
A life with a long way to go, a life that should have more life and a life full of hope and light in the future, was taken away by a realistic and cruel car accident.
His blood splashed on the car, splashed on many people's hearts, and flowed on the ground like a small river, and the river was filled with people's tears, painful lessons (a brand that will always impress people), and even an innocent and young life.
Thinking of this, I seem to hear a little boy crying far away. I looked at the sound. A little boy fell down and held out his hands for me to pull him up, but I couldn't get close to him. The little boy was getting farther and farther away, but I couldn't reach it. I could only stay where I was, staring at it. His face was full of tears, and a car ran over his body in the distance ...
I didn't go back into the house until the lights were really out of sight in the city. After thinking for a while, I took out a pen and paper and wrote this "Tears Night" on a whim. 4
In the glass window, a girl with a pill prefix sat by the window, holding a blue gel pen in her hand, staring out of the window, listening to the ensemble of raindrops and the earth. What a beautiful picture it looks like from a distance!
after a while, the rain stopped, and the girl looked at the manuscript paper that had not been moved in her pen like a dream. She seemed to shake her head helplessly, and her mouth touched a smile, raised her pen, bowed her head and wrote her own sad words.
In a corner of this world, there are a group of children who have been labeled as "bohemian". They are the post-9s generation, and many of them like writing and being alone. When they feel cold, they will keep warm with the words; After being injured again, they will lick their wounds with a pen tip; After feeling that their talents have been buried, they will use the wings of' words' to fly into the dream sky ... This girl likes words just like them.
This girl likes the feelings brought by words, the laughter brought by words, and the tears left by sad words.
This girl sometimes cries because of the words, regardless of the sadness of the image, sometimes she is furious because of the words, and sometimes she is in high spirits because of the words.
This girl will show a satisfied smile when she looks at the article composed of beautiful and sad words.
This girl, she will thank the words. Because of the words, she has found a group of friends who regard the words as their best friends. Because of the words, she has gained precious friendship after friendship. Because of the words, she felt the beauty of friendship and the warmth of true love in the world.
This girl .............
After reading so much, I think everyone must be curious about who this girl is. Let me tell you something! This girl is me, a girl who loves words, cherishes friendship and is sentimental! I also have a poetic name-Fang Shu. In the vast sea of people, are you my bosom friend? Grade 7 excellent composition 5
Walking on the road of growth, bathed in the sunshine of spring. With dreams and hopes flying, how beautiful and charming ...
For us, life is just a straight line connected by several points. Some people will think that it is boring, in fact, they are wrong. Things are changing every day, and we are growing day by day.
Hemingway once said that this is a beautiful world. I agree with the second part, haha! This is indeed a joke, but it is also true. Every day is beautiful, isn't it? Although we do the same things every day and take the same road every day, you just lack a pair of eyes to find beauty, the essence of things is still beautiful, and the scenery on the road is still beautiful. Don't stain the beauty of the world with your colored glasses.
On the road of growth, difficulties and setbacks are inevitable. If you can't overcome it, you will have a negative mentality. This is the kind of person who hates the world. In order to avoid becoming that kind of person, think about the above sentence, which is enough for you to laugh for half a day. Laugh often. You can't succeed if you're unhappy. On the road of growth, there are all kinds of hurdles that we can't cross! You can't do it without a good attitude.
after talking about the mentality on the road to growth, let's talk about will. How can you succeed without will? For example, just a while ago, I dropped more than 1 places in the monthly exam. The taste in my heart must be unpleasant. Wow, I've been sad for a long time. During that time, my boss asked me to write an evaluation of myself recently or before. In one paragraph, I wrote, "You know how to care about the world but you can't do it. You are extremely determined but you can't escape the temptation of reality. You can see the mountains in the distance but you can't see the road under your feet. Sometimes it is called persistence, and sometimes it is self-satisfaction as self-confidence. Sometimes he thinks he can save others and save the world, but in the end he becomes a clay idol crossing the river. Sometimes it is a "pseudo-master" who is really full of weaknesses and still doesn't care, and sometimes it is a poor person who is still complacent about the opportunity to waste. " Before making such a self-evaluation, I had wasted a long time. I also thought about trying hard, but my will was not firm enough. I had many plans, but I finally gave them up. This is my own business and I have experienced it personally. I always feel easy before I have experienced it. But after something really happened, I really felt it. This is the so-called standing and talking is easy.
On the road of growing up, anything can really happen, and sometimes it really takes you by surprise. Even so, the beauty still exists. Through the wind and rain, flowers are everywhere, and it is as warm as ever ... It is another Friday night. After five days of "suffering" at school, I was finally "liberated". I faced a mountain of subjects without hesitation and sat on the soft sofa happily watching TV, but the good times didn't last long. Before I could sit still on the sofa, my mother took his "spy". I pleaded with my mother, "Mom, I've been fighting for four nights. Look at this night …" No, the students are all at the same starting line. If you desert now, won't you be left behind? Do you still want to repeat the setbacks of last semester? "
Poor me, faced with the powerful words, I had to walk into my room dejectedly, but who knows, facing the unspeakable emotions, I can't learn the highest efficiency, and now I feel like wasting my time. A night has passed like this. What should I do? 7
China has always been called an ancient civilization with a history of 5, years by the world. However, today, with the passage of time, people's concepts of honor and disgrace and morality have gradually declined.
Let's take the case of "Armillarisin A Injection in Qiqihar No.2 Pharmaceutical Factory caused acute renal failure"! Does Wang Guiling, who sold fake raw materials to Qiqihar No.2 Pharmaceutical Factory, really have no conscience? No, it's not. His conscience is flooded with money and profiteering. For the first time, he used industrial-grade propylene glycol to counterfeit pharmaceutical-grade propylene glycol and sold it to a pharmaceutical factory. After making huge profits, he sold it to a pharmaceutical factory with diethylene glycol counterfeit propylene glycol. For a time, he completely forgot the consequences of everything he did, and he ignored people's lives. Although he was punished by law, those innocent lives passed away forever.
Honesty has always been the first condition for people to communicate and cooperate. If a person loses honesty, he also loses dignity and personality. Confucius once said in the Analects of Confucius: "People who have no faith do not know what they can do." It means: "If people don't have integrity, there is nothing to be sure of." In today's competitive society, honesty is indispensable. Who will use a person without honesty?
No one wants to live in a world where honesty is extremely lost. At that time, there will be a society of mutual distrust and suspicion among people. Without sincerity, a sincere society will be a society where human beings can't live.
the world needs honesty, the society needs honesty, and we also need honesty. 8
Some people grow up in trouble, some people grow up in pain, and some people grow up in loneliness? And I grew up in happiness. Although my family lives in the countryside, I still feel very happy, because my parents don't work in other places like the parents of other children in the countryside, and they rarely come back once or twice a year, while my parents work in the mainland and play with me every day, so I have been very happy since I was a child. Mo Bosang
Since I was a child, my father has been very concerned about me: there is a deep pond in front of my house, and my father is afraid that I will play by the pond and fall in, so he built a high wall in front of it. My mother cares about me: she often buys me toys. Once, my mother bought me a set of building blocks, and as soon as I reached for them, I took them apart and played with them. My father also played with me. My father helped me build a "castle" and I built a "bridge" myself. Grandpa cares about me very much. Every time I eat fish, my throat gets stuck. Grandpa takes me to the clinic quickly. Grandma cares about me very much: she cooks my favorite dishes for me every day. I am very happy that so many people care about me.
in primary school, my grades were not very good, and the teachers helped me improve my grades. There were days when my math homework was always wrong, and Miss Li insisted on explaining the topic for me after school. Every time Mr. Li explained the questions to me, he was sweating profusely, and he still asked, "Do you understand?" If I say, "I don't understand." Then Miss Li will certainly continue to explain to me until I understand. In those days, Miss Li explained the questions to me until late, didn't she?