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Seventh grade composition 500 words
In our ordinary daily life, everyone has dealt with composition. With the help of composition, we can improve our language organization ability. There are many things to note when writing an essay. Are you sure you know how to write it? Below are 10 500-word compositions for seventh grade that I carefully compiled for reference only. Let’s take a look. Seventh Grade Composition of 500 words Part 1
When his father took over the newborn from the doctor, he privately set a goal for him - to become an architect.
His family is not rich, and his family situation is only a little better than that of his family. It is understandable that his father wants him to do a high-paying job, so he becomes an architect. choose.
But when he had his own thoughts, he found that what he loved was not to draw a majestic tall building, but to pay attention to everything about animals and record it with a camera. He once confided his ideal to his family, but his father's slap stopped him from thinking about it. From then on he concentrated on his studies and never observed animals again.
When he was in college, he had excellent grades and had a lot of free time. He once again picked up the dusty camera. His heart was once again obsessed with photography, and he spent all his time on it. Just as he was happily admiring the photos he took, his father received a letter from the principal. In the letter, the principal told his father about his recent situation and sent him his latest report card. He who used to always be in the top three has dropped out of the top ten and his grades are in the fifties. His father was so anxious that he immediately bought a ticket and said he was going to give him a good education. But to no avail, he was still immersed in his own little world, ignoring everything in the outside world and only focusing on his own shooting career.
His college days passed in the blink of an eye, and he had already made some achievements in the photography industry. Many people knew that there was such a young man.
A few years later, he has become famous. Now he is one of the leading figures in the photography world.
Whenever someone asked him why he gave up architecture, he would always smile and say: "The trajectory of my life cannot be controlled by others." 500-word composition for seventh grade 2
Obsessed thoughts The east wind breaks through the cold night, looking back like a drunken peach blossom. The leaves are scattered all over the sky, and they have lost their beauty several times. The flowers of amnesia wash away my heart, and I know it as true.
A hasty farewell oath, if you are ruthless, there are several levels of laughter in dreams. Write a song for yourself, the long song played is Xiaoxiao, the four seasons come and go, and the moon is waxing and waning. The sorrow on the amber still cannot calm the loneliness. As time goes by, what remains unchanged is the transparent face. The trance-like figures came and went, but then disappeared from the world again. Leaving behind something called memory, taught me to remember... I don’t know whether the cold street exaggerated the emotions, or the emotions exaggerated the dark night. When the flowing light plucks the strings of time, and when time is frozen at that moment, can you make a decision, walk across the Naihe Bridge, and invite a cup of Mengpo soup facing the moon.
She told me that she was tired.
I smiled and let her lean on my shoulder.
...
The lights on the cold street shine too brightly, but they shine parallel to the air in one place and have no focus. Like a self-directed one-man show, the obvious artistic effects are too dense. Close your eyes safely and hide in the blind spot where there is nothing. The cold wind made me shiver, it was too quiet, and I could hear the beating heart too clearly, and the unrestrained pulse resisted the final silence.
Will you remember?
What did I look like at that time...
Or were you too focused on the graffiti on the wall and painted me black? In that case, I was replaced by the night unknowingly. Invisible and shadowless...
The haggard flower stamens of old dreams slide down into the night sky.
The light ink is fragrant in a boat, and the colored glaze is timid.
The chin is red and the eyebrows are low, and the courtyard is hazy in the autumn.
The whirling shadows, the rouge tears, the black hair,
The candle wicks have disappeared in the coming and going.
Meditating and sipping bitter tea in a faint dream.
Do you remember?
What do I look like... 500-word essay for seventh grade 3
On the morning of the weekend, the weather was very good, the cool breeze blew, and the scorching sun in the sky disappeared. It was A great day to go out and relax. Dad remembered that it was the season when lotus flowers were in full bloom, so he took me to the lotus planting base in Neidong Village to watch the lotus flowers.
The car arrived at its destination after about ten minutes of walking. Before I walked into the lotus pond, I smelled a faint fragrance that was different from other flowers from a distance. After getting off the car, I looked towards the base. There were many lotus flowers, and all I could see were lotus flowers. My father and I were walking on the antique field plank road with small bridges and flowing water, and we were in a sea of ??lotus, and we felt particularly excited.
Leaning over and taking a closer look, the lotus flowers in the field are in various shapes and forms. Some are "little lotuses that have just revealed their sharp corners" and have just poked their heads out of the mud; some are in bud and ready to bloom, like a slim little girl, hiding shyly. Under the lotus leaves; some have already fully bloomed, showing the vitality of life unreservedly in front of people... Zhou Dunyi wrote in "Love of Lotus": "It comes out of the mud but not stained, washes the clear ripples without being evil, Zhongtong It is straight on the outside, with no vines or branches, the fragrance is clear from a distance, and the pavilions are clean and planted, so you can look at them from a distance but not play with them. "I saw the lotus today, and it was really like this.
The lotus flowers in the lotus pond are beautiful, and the lotus leaves are not far behind. Lotus leaves covered the pond, piece by piece, as if the pond was dressed in green clothes. Some lotus leaves float on the water, like disks, and birds and insects stay there to rest from time to time, as if it is a resting place specially prepared for them. Some lotus leaves are held out of the water by their long handles, like small umbrellas, which become the best place for fish to shelter from wind, rain, sun and summer heat. The middle of the lotus leaf is lower and the surroundings are higher. The surface is smooth and difficult to absorb water. Therefore, there are many crystal clear dewdrops accumulated on the lotus leaf in the morning. These dewdrops emit a dazzling light like gems under the sunlight. Touch it with your hand. The water droplets inside the lotus leaf will also roll, which is very interesting.
The lotus is not only beautiful, but also a symbol of a gentleman. I also want to learn its noble character of "coming out of the mire without being stained, washing through the clear ripples without being evil", and be a gentleman with lofty ideals, not collaborating with the world, and a clean and self-sufficient person. Seventh Grade Composition 500 Words Part 4
I remember reading a story before. It tells the story of an old farmer who asked his sons to get rid of the weeds in the field. The sons burned them with fire and dug them with hoes... All to no avail, but the old farmer planted crops in the ground, and a year later there was not a single weed in the ground.
So, isn’t life the same? I understand this very well. I remember when I was in the sixth grade of elementary school, in order to get into an ideal high school, my mother enrolled me in a lot of extracurricular classes, and my homework increased a lot. For me, every day was a torment, and my thirst for knowledge no longer existed. Day by day is all about coping... My desolate heart is covered with weeds.
I don’t know since when, I no longer surrender to myself. So, I used various methods to keep myself learning and entertained at the same time. After finishing my homework, I played on the computer, watched TV, and read novels... I could still persist at first, but gradually I became a little unsatisfied. I always wanted to play. I remember one night, my mother arranged some pictures for me. As soon as the test paper came out, I pretended to study seriously at first, holding the pen in my hand, staring at the test paper, but my ears were listening to the sound of my mother's footsteps. Until the sound of my mother's footsteps gradually disappeared, I immediately ran to the computer room and turned on the computer. , turned on the mouse, put the test paper next to it, and started to stare at the computer and write down the answers casually. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. I hurriedly turned off the computer, put everything back in place, and hurriedly I hurriedly ran to open the door, opened the door and looked up, hey, why didn't I see my mother's shadow? At this time, I felt someone tugging at the corner of my clothes. It turned out to be the little sister next door who was being naughty. well…. I closed the door and returned to the table, thinking: It was so dangerous. Fortunately, it was not my mother. Otherwise, it would have been terrible.
Since then, I have enjoyed playing whenever I got the chance. But one day I suddenly realized: Do I have to live like this thief in the future? No, I don't want to, I must study hard for the dream in my heart. As a result, I seemed to be a different person. I listened carefully in class, spoke actively, and completed my homework seriously and happily after class. In my spare time, I read, played chess, and played ball... I no longer indulged in playing computer games. I began to enjoy learning because I Know: If you want to be free of weeds, you must plant crops. 500-word composition for seventh grade, Part 5
On the surface, my relationship with my father is very good. Others also said that they are such an enviable father and daughter, and they have such a good relationship.
However, in fact, long after I became sensible, my mother often told me about the past. Listening to the stories she told me every day gradually broke the image of my father in my heart.
My father in the past was a person worth remembering. I still remember that when I was seven or eight years old, in the dead of night, my mother and I looked at the alarm clock on the wall that was ticking and the hour hand was about to point to 12. Mom said anxiously: Your dad got off work as early as 10 o'clock, but it's almost 12 o'clock now. Where has he been? But I said with confidence: "Dad must have gone to buy me a doll!" Sure enough, as expected, my father brought me an orange dog doll with a hat, which was very cute. Many years later, the puppy was thrown away by its mother because it was tattered, but it was that tattered dog doll that gave me the greatest warmth. It was the first time I received such a gift full of fatherly love.
My current father is a person who makes me feel timid. Just yesterday, Mom and Dad had a fight at night, and the cause of the matter was only: money. Money money money, money every time. It was because of this rotten gambling father that every time he took out the money he earned with his hard-earned money from his mother, it made her heart go cold. Fierce quarrels came from the room. Every time they quarreled, my belief doubled: I must study well, go to college, and throw this father out of this home. Such words rang in my heart countless times.
I hate him, does he only have the obligation to give birth to me, but no reason to raise me? Now, all we are talking about with him is money, this time the amount is 10,000. I burst into tears listening to this in the room. He would not know that his mother would sometimes go out in the dark for a few dozen dollars. "He is not my father!" I had already said this in my heart. And when I say this, I mean it with all my heart! So, dad, I hate you!
I still love the father who gave me the doll, and I hate the man who made me feel cold even more! 500-word composition for seventh grade, Part 6
Dare, to put it lightly, it means trying, trying.
So, what does it have to do with whether you dare or not? Wait a minute, please hear me finish this story.
In early summer, in the afternoon, the wheat waves rolled. The top of the waves was so hot that it pressed against my forehead, and big beads of sweat rolled down.
Because of my playfulness, I strayed into the depths of the wheat field and was trapped in the sea of ??wheat. I couldn't find my parents - not only because I was lost, but also because my parents were harvesting wheat with my grandmother. Why! I just had my summer vacation to watch the wheat harvest. It was fine in the morning, but in the afternoon I walked deeper into the area and it became like this.
The day is very hot, and the hotter I am, the more anxious I am. The more anxious I am, the more I sweat. This sweat also stings my eyes, which are important tools for me to find my parents. Wipe the sweat with your hands. Your hands are full of sweat. The clothes are as if they were just fished out of the water. I can't wait to wipe the sweat with mud.
At this time, I have two choices:
One, wait for my parents to rescue me
Two, go to my parents by myself, but if I go in the wrong direction ...
I thought about it and chose the second option, because if I didn’t leave, I would never be able to leave again - because of the sweat. But when I was walking towards a place where I had a 1/2 chance of successfully escaping (one in four to find the road, one in four to find my parents, one in two...), my eyes were stung again.
Unfortunately, I walked for a while and didn’t find anything. I realized that I was going in the wrong direction, so I turned around and went back.
After a long time, I heard the voices of my parents calling me, and I shouted back in the direction of that voice with all my strength...
This made me understand that only those who dare will do it. We create opportunities, and at worst we can just change the method; if we don't dare, we will really destroy people, make you lose opportunities, and maybe even lose the whole game. 500-word essay for seventh grade, Part 7
He is a new resident in the district. His father said that his grades are very poor, so my mother will not let me get close to him. People in the district also have a very bad impression of him, which makes me sympathize with him.
He is always silent and rarely interacts with others. His passing grades are already the best limit. Whenever the children in our district play together, he just sits quietly, motionless, like a carved wooden figure. I wonder why he is a poor student just because he is poor in studies? I followed him quietly, and only then did I realize that he was not a poor student!
After school, I originally wanted to go home. When I saw that he was not going in the direction of the community, I followed him curiously. I saw him holding a basketball in his hand, thinking about walking to the basketball court. Could it be that he knew how to play basketball? No way, how could such a quiet boy know how to play basketball? When we got there, I sat on a bench nearby and looked at him quietly. He went to the locker room and put on his sports clothes and sneakers, hugged the basketball, and started playing like crazy. Oh my God! Is this the same him I usually see? I was so surprised that my mouth suddenly became round, like a fish sucking water. Today I saw another side of him. It seems that we usually misjudge him. He also loves sports! A true athlete!
Another time, I was on the road next to the community and saw him helping an old woman to cross the road. He kept telling her: "Be careful, be careful, slow down, grandma!" I specifically asked for the grandma’s home address and sent her home. If it had been anyone else, they would have ignored her!
In the days that followed, I was surprised to find that he was caring, sporty, and helpful...
Was he a poor student?
No, he is in my heart, he is still great! 500-word composition for seventh grade, Part 8
The hot summer makes people upset, and everyone is looking forward to the arrival of autumn.
The autumn wind was bleak, and the leaves fell one after another, but the autumn wind continued to blow. When the wind blows, the golden leaves fly all over the sky, as if they are holding a grand dance. They use the blue sky as the roof, the green trees as the support pillars, and the earth as the dance floor. When the wind blows, they Danced. With the sound of green leaves rustling in the wind as the accompaniment, everyone finds a dance partner and joins the carnival. The image is like a fairyland on earth. The autumn at this time is not as bleak as the poets wrote, but rather warm. The music stopped and the leaves fell to the ground when they were tired. And the tree became silent, and they watched quietly as if nothing happened.
Most of the flowers have faded, but there is a kind of flower whose season has just begun. This flower is one of the Four Gentlemen of Flowers - Qiu Ju. The autumn chrysanthemum is the most beautiful at this time. It does not compete with other flowers because it knows that it will appear after passing the test of autumn frost, adding a special color to the earth.
It is so simple, not as delicate as the peony, not as white and flawless as the lily, and not as gorgeous as the butterfly plum, but it has a special kind of beauty. It just keeps to itself, does not fight for power, just does its own thing with peace of mind, is not greedy, and lives its own life.
Autumn is a season full of vitality. In this cool season suitable for activities, people can roll on the soft fallen leaves, run in the autumn sun, fly kites on the playground, or climb mountains to experience The joy of life——
How can you not like this autumn? 500-word composition for seventh grade, Part 9
How could it be better than a clump of dim, light green cage skirt and purple clothes.
——Inscription
Leaning against the window and listening to the rain, my mood is gloomy, drifting with the spring breeze. Only this touch of lavender will always stay in my heart.
The rain was pouring down, and it seemed to be laughing at my battered test paper. It was a final exam in the fourth grade. I did very poorly, and I looked at the red tick marks on each of my classmates. After reading the test paper, I couldn't help but feel a sense of loneliness. Am I really worse than others?
After school, all the classmates left, leaving me alone, sitting alone in Bingqing's classroom. With sadness, I decided to go to the campus for a walk.
All the plants were vulnerable to the rain, and their leaves fell to the ground. The beautiful flowers in the sun cannot escape the fate of "falling into mud and grinding into dust". Everything is silent in this cold and humid rainy day.
Suddenly, dots of lavender appeared in a clump of weeds. I held up an umbrella and slowly walked closer to take a look. I couldn't help but be surprised, ah, it's crape myrtle, that's right. Showing its unique pride in the rain, a small crape myrtle can bloom with such vigorous vitality under the huge raindrops.
Looking at you carefully, just like the ancients said: "The green leaves form a handful, and the purple flowers form a supporting group." The rain hits you like window grilles falling, but you look like a beauty, wearing plain clothes. The graceful figure comes gracefully, and because of the decoration of the rain, it adds a bit of simplicity, tranquility, elegance, freshness and fragrance, like a fairy who does not eat the fairy fire in the world.
You are like smoke and a dream, filled with a unique fragrance. You are floating like a gauze curtain, dancing with a traceless light charm.
A small crape myrtle can also withstand the baptism of wind and rain, so why can’t we do the same? Frustration and suffering are inevitable ups and downs on the road of life. Only by experiencing the baptism of wind and rain can we leave traces of life, create the value of life, and write the meaning of life. What's a little final exam? Just a little thorn in the road of life!
The rain hits the crape myrtle, the dust is gone, the flowers bloom in memory, the ink dyes a trace of intoxicating fragrance, the smile is beautiful, the charm is fleeting, the crape myrtle has no tears.
It’s better to be as beautiful as intoxicated. Who said that a bonus can only last a hundred days?
I would like to be a crape myrtle and write about the pride and perseverance of youth. 500-word composition for seventh grade, Part 10
Just yesterday, my cousin got married. I went back the day before yesterday to prepare for the wedding. It's just that I wanted to go in the evening, but my mother insisted that I go with her in the morning.
After we got there, my mother started to help them, while I was running around because I had nothing to do - which is why I didn't want to go early. We had dinner at around three o'clock. Because there were a group of people coming later in the evening, we ate first. After evening, many people arrived one after another. After eight o'clock, another child and I went to look for money in the bathtub. Because I went too late, I only got eight yuan and a few cents, but because he went early and the adults helped him, he got more than fourteen yuan.
After nine o'clock, my mother's sleepiness gradually came over me, and she took me to find a place to sleep. After I got there, I still didn't give up and wanted to play, but my mother said: "You have to go see your bride off tomorrow. You have to sleep well so that you can be energetic tomorrow." So I went to bed obediently.
The next morning, we had delicious potato pancakes and porridge. At half past nine, people from the other party's family came to pick us up and see off our bride. My brother and I were in a Buick. Along the way, we talked and laughed. After we got there, we went upstairs to each other's house to rest for a while, and then went to the hotel again.
There, we also received a red envelope worth ten yuan as a send-off! Later, I heard my mother say: My cousin’s brother also received two hundred yuan!
Through this trip, I learned that even people from rural areas will have their day!
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