600 words for the seventh grade composition.

2008 is always a symbol of the arrival of a new year, and the taste of 2008 is the joy and joy it brought us. It can be said that a year without the flavor of the year is extremely boring and meaningless. Share the seventh grade composition with you. Let's have a look!

The seventh grade composition 1 is another spring. When you go out and look around, you can smell the smell of that year.

Some children can't wait to change into red lanterns. The flowers are red, which adds a little warmth to the cold air. Wanderers outside also captured the information of the New Year and followed the footsteps of the Spring Festival tourism boom. In the station, the joy of family reunion is almost surging. A cup of tea presented by the new wife at home made an old man over 60 years old, be in heaven, coaxed by naughty juniors, and made the new wife blush. The children's little faces expecting red envelopes made their elders happy, and the more skilled elders wrote a pleasing Spring Festival couplets.

Parents have wrapped the fresh jiaozi with love, and the fireworks bought at home have been put in half a box by impatient children. The smell of gunpowder poured into the nasal cavity, but they didn't care. Brilliance and laughter have already come to mind. Smoke billowed in the kitchen, which deeply bound the wandering thoughts. I don't know how much expectation of leaning against the door was contained in the taste of that year.

The prelude of 2008 has passed, and the red light shines. The toast on New Year's Eve is a catalyst in chemical reaction, which encourages happiness and happiness. The bean curd residue of the twelfth lunar month was taken home to taste, and the window cut yesterday was used for research. A mouth-watering food feast: the sweetness of rice cakes, the fragrance of beef and mutton, and the fragrance of leeks ... When did the taste fade? It's also my pleasure to talk to grandpa and help grandma beat her shoulders for a while. At sunset, or at the treetops in the middle of the month, the family slowly walked out of their relatives and friends' homes and walked back to their warm homes.

"Children, children, don't be greedy, after Laba is the year; Laba porridge, after drinking for a few days, is twenty-three miles away; Twenty-three, honeydew melon is sticky; Twenty-four, cleaning the house ... "This old Beijing ballad sang the year in China people's hearts and the time of many young people.

The flavor of the year is chasing laughing children, laughing playmates, cleaning of every household, Happy New Year's Eve, buses full of homesickness ...

The 2008 concerto has been played, but the significance of 2008 is still there, and it is another spring.

New Year's Day is coming! It's the New Year! "Brother nest in my aunt's arms, small hands holding sugar, delighted to say. The hall was full of children and grandchildren, and it was very lively.

The taste of the year is the joy of children who run away from home and their parents being reunited at home. My uncle worked hard in Shanghai all the year round. As soon as my grandmother entered the room, she was all smiles. Her old wrinkled hand holds my uncle's hand, and her eyes seem to be both excited and worried. But soon, they were surrounded by seven aunts and eight aunts, and naturally worried about lifelong events.

Nianwei is a kind of family reunion dinner, where people sit around the table and laugh together. In the center of the dining table is an essential fish every year. Not edible, red envelopes are often stuffed in the mouth, symbolizing more than a year. Curious, my brother poked it carefully with chopsticks, and was quickly glared at by my aunt, pouting and putting it down again. Aunt excitedly talked about the exaggerated scene in Spring Festival travel rush. The younger brother, holding a small cup in his hand, said loudly "Congratulations on getting rich", which amused the whole family. Grandpa got up to propose a toast for everyone. The family's glasses were also surrounded, colliding with each other and making a crisp sound. Grandpa blushed and said to his uncle, "I can only enjoy myself when your boy comes back!" "

Television is a program carefully prepared for the people in the Spring Festival Evening. Outside the TV, there is a happy family scene. Every child has a red envelope in his pocket, and every adult has faded from his usual state of fatigue. The children clamored to go downstairs and set off firecrackers. I have always been afraid of these things, but I can't win my curiosity. Colorful fireworks bloom one after another in the air, falling like feathers, bringing a bit of excitement to the silent night. The host's voice on TV is "5, 4, 3, 2, 1! The new year is coming. " According to the plan, fireworks outside the TV flew into the air one by one, and colorful fireworks were scattered into colorful stars. Announce the arrival of the new year to people.

Some people say that the taste of the year is weak. I think it will never fade when you are ready to go home for the New Year.

Three years later, I came before I knew it. In my hometown, red lanterns are hung on the trees on both sides of the road, and the banner of "Happy New Year" is posted on the wall beside the road. Every household is hung with lanterns to welcome the new year.

During the Chinese New Year, I got up very early and picked up a broom to sweep the dust after breakfast. I first picked a clean place to start cleaning, slowly and forcefully swept out the dust hidden under the bed and in the corner, and then brushed it into the dustpan. Grandma also joined the dust-sweeping. Only when she was proficient did she pick up the broom for sweeping the street and start working. The persistent grandmother couldn't tolerate a little sand in her eyes and began to work in the kitchen. The kitchen is full of sawdust, weeds and sand, which is very difficult to clean up. But grandma didn't give up. On the contrary, she is more motivated. She picked up a huge broom and began to sweep the floor from the corner. First, she quickly pushed out some larger sand and weeds, then put on a small broom and carefully swept out the sawdust and dust slowly. The whole kitchen is filled with a local flavor, mixed with the taste of glutinous rice balls, which may be the taste of the year.

At noon, my father and I took a pair of Spring Festival couplets and stuck them on the wall. I took out a tube of glue and stuck it on the wall next to the door in rows, and then put the Spring Festival couplets on it. The father on the side took the transparent glue and tore out small pieces with his mouth to connect the Spring Festival couplets with the wall. My engrossed father smelled the faint smell of glue and suddenly froze. When he saw my Spring Festival couplets glued with glue, he showed a big red smile and jokingly said to me, "Go and tear up your Spring Festival couplets." I pulled hard, but it didn't move. The Spring Festival couplets merged with the wall.

In the evening, families get together for a reunion dinner. For grandma who used to be a cook, cooking is a piece of cake. It takes an hour to cook many delicious dishes. A series of dishes such as sweet and sour pork ribs, braised fish, braised pig's trotters and steamed chicken were served on the table for everyone to taste. While enjoying the pleasure brought by the dishes, we talked about the harvest and growth of this year, which was very enjoyable.

Perhaps the taste of the New Year is that the family get together to do things, eat, chat and have fun.