Seventh grade monthly exam composition

In daily study, work or life, when it comes to writing, everyone is certainly familiar with it. Writing is a narrative way in which people express the relevant knowledge, experience and thoughts stored in memory in written form. Have no clue when writing a composition? The following are five compositions I carefully arranged for the seventh grade monthly exam, hoping to help everyone.

Speaking of my family, most outsiders look at it with complicated eyes, but in my opinion, it's nothing complicated.

Both parents graduated from technical secondary school, which was very common at that time. Both of them came from the south with their parents and both experienced poverty. Doing things and treating people are the same, but their temperament is quite different.

My mother is very strict and never talks or does anything around. The impression is straightforward and generous, but sometimes it is not satisfactory. Now my mother and I are "puberty meets menopause", and our relationship is good and bad. When it comes to study, my mother is very serious and won't tolerate any mistakes. I didn't do well in the exam that time. My mother refused to sign it directly and asked me to correct it. I copied the wrong book. Only if I do some similar questions will I be allowed to go to school. The nagging in the middle is also "a wave is higher than a wave." In this regard, I usually choose silence. One is that they dare not contradict each other, and the other is that they don't want to make a big fuss about the contradiction.

But when I got to school, the generation gap became a cloud in the sky, which was not worth mentioning. From international relations to daily chores, everything is in tune. Also under the influence of my mother, I fell in love with traveling, reading, photography, listening to storytelling and so on. My mother cultivated many hobbies, which brought our relationship closer.

Father is more silent than mother. He doesn't like to talk, and he only thinks about work at work, so many interpersonal relationships can't be handled well. In any position, he is like the first "old ox". He is diligent and selfless. Father can't speak well, and the leaders don't appreciate him very much. But my father always keeps his pain in his heart, says nothing, and often gets sick. Father doesn't spend much time at home, but as long as he is at home, he will ask me questions. My father is not strict with his studies. He just patiently told me questions to make sure I understood, and then he would put down the paper and let me eat something. I studied there again.

My parents love me in different ways, but I know it all. I also know that I have always been their pride and hope. But I think my return can only be a drop in the ocean, insignificant. My parents' love is what I will try my best to repay in this life. I don't need gorgeous words to describe anything, because I believe that it is this simple love that has a stronger, purer and more wonderful taste.

At dusk, pale yellow moonlight poured in from my window with the light of stars. The moonlight shines on my room, my desk and bookshelf. My eyes followed the moonlight: Oh, books! My dear friend! Suddenly, a warm feeling rippled in my heart, and my thoughts flew back to six years ago, when I first studied. ...

When I was six years old and just entered the first grade of primary school, my mother gave me a collection of Andersen's fairy tales. At that time, I couldn't know all the words, but I just looked at them in a daze. At that time, although I was young, I felt that wonderful words flowed into my heart like a clear spring, beautiful and happy.

When I was nine years old, I began to read philosophical articles, such as fables. When I read Aesop's fables with my hands full and hungry, I will fantasize that there is an old western man standing in front of me and telling me wonderful stories. How great it feels. At the age of nine, I can't put down my books. In my heart, I have accepted and respected books as my friends, and my smart friends are willing to talk to me.

However, books bring me far more than happiness.

At the age of ten, I was fascinated by novels and poems. How nice those beautiful poems are. They are so light and meaningful. I like to read poems over and over again in the park in the morning, and realize the truth that my dear friend told me over and over again.

Ten years old, in the fourth grade. I remember that I did badly in the mid-term exam, and I was very sad. You, my friends, encouraged me! "When life deceives you, don't be sad, don't …" Yes, Pushkin told me to be optimistic. He taught me to smile and sing the song of life. "The flower of success, people only envy its present brilliance ..." How right! Grandma Bing Xin said kindly that success requires the spirit of struggle and sacrifice!

So, I dried my tears and set foot on the journey again with the encouragement of my friends. ...

At the age of twelve, I began to read famous books extensively. I read Jane Eyre, The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, Robinson Crusoe, Hamlet, and …

At this point, this book has become a very close friend to me.

When I encountered difficulties and setbacks, tom sawyer told me to cut through the thorns and move forward all the way; When I am sad for my friend's misunderstanding, Jane Eyre reminds me that tolerance is the foundation of being a man; When I was timid, Robinson told me that difficulties are not terrible, but the fear of difficulties is the most terrible; Hamlet told me with his lessons that we should never hate each other, but should influence everything in the world with love. ...

When the memories are over, my mind is calm again. I looked at my lovely friends and said, "Thank you for always accompanying me and teaching me a lot."

"We are your best friends, and we will always accompany you to the end of your life." My lovely friends say so.

The bright moon outside the window, I do not know when, has quietly burst into a smile. ...

Seventh grade monthly exam composition 3 writing requirements:

In the long journey of life, we always start constantly, accompanied by family, friendship, ideals, knowledge and encouragement ... all these incentives inspire us to move forward bravely. Please write an article on the topic of "Getting Started".

Requirements:

1, fill in the appropriate words or phrases in the blank;

2. Style selection (except poetry)

3. There must be no real name, school name or place name in the text;

4. No less than 600 words.

Set out with [against]

On the road of life, there are storms, obstacles and dangers. Maybe they will stop you from moving forward, but maybe they will teach you how to face life better.

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I once read a story. The general content of the story is this: a person always has something unsatisfactory in his career, so he goes to find a wise man. When you find a wise man, pour out your inner unhappiness to him. The wise man smiled after hearing this. He was puzzled when he saw the wise man smile.

Say, "Does the wise man have any good solutions?" The wise man took him to an ice surface and told him to go for a walk. As a result, he fell several times. After falling, he asked the wise man angrily, "What's the purpose of taking me to the ice?" The wise man smiled and said, "Life can't be smooth sailing. There must be obstacles. Maybe you will feel angry after repeated obstacles, but if there is no obstacle on the road of life, it will control your progress like ice. Only the obstacles again and again will better help you to the road to success. "

That's true. What's the point of life if things are smooth sailing? Perhaps blocking again and again will help you find your true self in confusion, hone your iron will again and again, and block again and again may arrange a road from childish to mature.

It may not be realistic for a sheep to climb a tree, but maybe sheep are used to the grass that always steps on it, and even covet the buds that grow on the branches. Therefore, a determined sheep will be desperate to challenge a tall tree. The tall trunk will become an obstacle for the sheep to reach the branches, but a determined sheep will eventually reach the branches anyway, and the tall trunk will still be trampled underfoot. What sheep want is not the bud of that branch, but the joy of conquest and leap.

Gear is a person's lifelong friend, but gear will always be a cold face to you, but under this cold face, there will always be a fiery heart that will always help friends, but it will never disappear from your life, never, never, and only with its "help" will you succeed better.

A great man said: Prosperity makes luck, adversity makes great men. Lu Xun, Gorky, Edison and Lincoln were all blocked by life and challenged again and again in order to remain immortal and gain the respect of the world. Success is tempting. Only by conquering all obstacles on the road of life can we really reap attractive fruits.

Now, let's not be depressed because of a temporary setback, but always remember; The shortcut to success must go through a road full of obstacles to reach the end.

Every block is every growth of life, and the ups and downs along the way have honed an iron heart, cherishing every process of conquest and blockade.

Beautiful flowers wither prematurely and can no longer smell rich fragrance; The flexible strings suddenly broke, and the sweet music could no longer be heard; Young and weak rice seedlings have no patience and can no longer eat sweet and delicious food. All these misfortunes stem from the forced hand extended in the name of love.

Love needs to be put down and fulfilled with sincere respect. It is human nature to have a loving life. Lu Li lives in Beiping, and the green shade of Ivy soothes his anxiety and moistens his dry heart. Just as a traveler trekking in the desert is ecstatic when he suddenly sees the oasis, for him, it means hope, comfort and happiness. Gradually, I am not satisfied with the appreciation. I want to imprison this green, magical growth and let it sing silently only for itself. Became a prisoner's green, like a sick child, lost the brilliance of life. Do you dare to accept such love? Fortunately, Lu Li was moved by the quality of his imprisoned green friend. He always faced the sun and never gave in. Love didn't blind him. He suddenly woke up, cherished his release and put it back in place. It is precisely because there is no resentment in the depths of love that you need to let go if you love deeply. Love is not selfish possession, but the courage to perform.

Love needs wisdom and long-term care. Motherly love becomes spoiled and will only bring harm. Wujiang gave birth to Zhuang Gong and Uncle Duan, hated Zhuang Gong and loved Uncle Duan, regardless of the order of respecting the elderly, and overstepped his duty. There is nothing wrong with love itself. What is wrong is the way of love. Unfair love planted a thorn in the eldest son's heart, and paranoid love made the younger son drift away on the road called "ambition" and never return. Short-sighted love is not true love. Since ancient times, loving mothers have lost many children, and this excessive love will only turn into harm. Similarly, Empress Zhao pitied her youngest son Chang and refused to use him as a hostage in exchange for Qi reinforcements. When you are emotional and rational, the queen mother understands that only in this way can the national security and the well-being of future generations be guaranteed. As the mother of their beloved son, their long-term vision determines the length and thickness of their love. Parents' love for their children is far-reaching, which is really great wisdom in life.

Love needs tolerant communication to understand and maintain. Zhang Ailing once said: "Because I know, I am merciful." Only by real understanding can we give each other what they want and produce compassion and tolerance. Not letting children lose at the starting line has become the consensus of most parents, so various cram schools have emerged. The children are busy shuttling between classes, and their talents and papers are dazzling. Wearing thick lenses at an early age, the supposed strong body was bent by a heavy schoolbag, and the innocent smile on the tender face was long gone. Is this what children really want? Is this love? Shouldn't love leave a sky for children to breathe freely, and shouldn't love leave a childhood for memories to play? Heavy self-righteous love, like sand in the hand, quickly loses. Love should be relaxed, leave some space, leave some time, and listen to the children's voices. Never bind your heart with heavy shackles in the name of love.

Love is the most beautiful word in the world, the most beautiful voice, the autumn moon, the spring flowers, the sunshine and rain dew, the beacon of fire and the hope of happiness, which deserves the gentlest and most pious treatment. When one day you learn to let go, be smart and sensible, then enjoy the joy of loving and being loved more! In the name of love, stop the sadness of love!

I didn't want to go to junior high school in spring, so my father asked me what was going on. At that time, I did badly in the monthly exam and didn't want to go to school. I told my dad that I wanted to go to art school. My dad said that I would take you to school tomorrow, and then my dad would take me to school. The doorman wouldn't let my dad in. My dad called Hou Er and said he would send my daughter to school. Finally, the doorman let my father in and my father let me off. But I didn't want to stop, and then my dad said you didn't listen to my dad. No, I didn't say anything, so I got off. My father met the head teacher and talked with him, so I cried behind Zhuang Yuanshi. Then my father left and the class teacher let me in. I hid behind the top stone and cried miserably. I ignored the teacher. I don't want to go to school anywhere. The monitor said you should stop at the top stone. Let's go somewhere else. The teacher said you had a good time here. Believe it or not, the teacher saw that I had never been in class. The head teacher asked me to sit at the same table and persuade me to enter the class, but I still didn't want to, so I thought about how to get out of this school and go out to find my father. Then the English teacher advised me to enter the class. The English class is almost over, followed by the math class. I blocked the math teacher with a book. I don't want to see the math teacher. I don't know what happened to me. When I saw the math teacher, I felt bored. Against me everywhere. Yes, there is only one art school in my heart. My father said that there would be an art school after graduating from junior high school, but I didn't believe what he said. It is impossible for junior high school to have no art school. I feel that my father is coaxing me and doesn't want me to go to art school. Once in a math class, the math teacher asked us to discuss in groups, and I didn't want to discuss with them. I don't think I have anything to say to them. They can only say that I am naive, whimsical and want to go to art school. The teacher asked me, why don't you discuss with them? I don't think I want to discuss with them or explain anything. I especially hate that team leader. If I don't do well in the exam, he will blame me for asking them to grade which group.

I will cry quietly in any corner, and I will tell you loudly why you don't support me to go to art school. That's what I think in my heart. If you don't support me, I will take my artistic path.