Memories of seventh grade composition

Whether in study, work or life, many people have had the experience of writing essays, and they are all familiar with essays. According to different genres, essays can be divided into narrative essays, expository essays, practical essays, and argumentative essays. . Still at a loss for composition? The following is my carefully compiled seventh-grade memory composition, for reference only, I hope it can help everyone. Reminiscing about seventh grade composition 1

Friend, the best friend who grew up with me and spent that unforgettable childhood happily. When we were children, we would ignore each other because of trivial matters, but we would also humbly take care of each other when we were sick...

When I was a child, I was still an irregular polygon. I don’t have much contact with the world, but I am really sincere towards him. Frank has always had a good relationship with us.

I learned that in the fifth grade, because his parents were going to Mianyang, they were worried about him. So, early in the morning, he left with his parents without even saying hello. After that, when I couldn't see him, I felt so lonely and helpless. Without him, like without the sun, my life gradually becomes empty and I live in darkness.

Later, because he had a relative’s birthday in Neijiang, he came back. Only stayed for a week. When I saw him, I realized that we have grown up a lot. But there was no barrier between us, and we still had a great time during that week. On the last day he was leaving, I told him my contact number and said, "If you have the opportunity in the future, please contact me often!" A year later, I was in the second grade of junior high school. One day when I got home, I received a multimedia message from him. Since then, we have been in regular cell phone contact.

When the third year of junior high school started, he came back with his parents and planned to develop his career here. He is two grades below me. At that time, I was already a quadrilateral. I have a new understanding of feelings and the world. We go to the same school, so whoever gets out of school first every day has to wait. Because their families don't live together and he has to go to his parents' place for dinner, they can only walk a short distance together.

At that time, I thought our friendship was profound and could not be destroyed by anyone. But just after the half-term exam, my grades dropped a lot. Even my parents were not surprised that my grades were at the lower-middle level. When the results of the final exam and the half-term exam of the second semester came out, my grades generally showed a downward trend. The teachers were surprised. When my parents found out, they thought it was because he and I were having fun and delayed our studies. In this way, under their forcible suppression, my friendship with him began to change and became increasingly cold. I was hesitant at that time and really didn’t know what to do. In this way, whenever we met, we just talked about boring things, and we were no longer as cold as before.

Our deep friendship in the past has become a memory. I don’t know if I am too fragile and listen to my parents too much. I don't know how to restore that friendship. It has become a scar on my soul that can never be erased. That memory...

To this day, I still don’t know how to face him, myself, and that friendship. Where did our friendship go wrong? How deep is the friendship between us? Pursuing the true meaning of friendship with speculation and doubt... Reminiscence of seventh grade composition 2

Memory is a deep well. Many memories in the well have drifted away and disappeared with the flow of time. The only things I can remember are the memories that truly bring happiness.

The happiest thing in my memory is the anecdotes that happened during the New Year.

During the Chinese New Year last year, our family of three came to Nanyang, my mother’s ancestral home, to celebrate the New Year. I had never been to this place before, and it was so novel. It was very lively when more than 30 relatives and relatives gathered together. The adults washed dishes, cut meat and cooked rice, and were busy preparing for the New Year's Eve dinner. We kids were chasing each other in the yard, sneaking into the kitchen to steal some delicious food, and then dispersed with an angry scolding from the adults. We ran to the hand-pressed well to pressurize the water, pretending to be very passionate about it. The appearance of working is actually to experience this new thing that I have never seen before; after a while, I ran to the top of the building and looked at the scenery of the village.

After playing enough, I begged my aunt to accompany me for a walk in the fields.

The cabbage, spinach, and garlic seedlings on the ground are full of green and vitality. Vegetables can actually grow in the ground in winter. This makes me who grew up in Qinhuangdao marvel. At the end of the road are large wheat fields. It had just rained, and the ground was very muddy due to the clay soil. My aunt and I stepped deeply and shallowly into the wet wheat field. After a while, our shoes became heavy with the mud. As we walked, we used roadside branches to scrape off the thick layer of mud from the soles of our shoes. When we stopped, my aunt taught me how to distinguish wheat from weeds. I heard it in a fog, but if I could still see wheat, I would definitely mistake it for grass.

The setting sun turned the sky crimson, and the sunlight reflected the wheat. The rain on it was still glowing faintly, as lovely as pearls. I was immersed in the beauty. The sound of firecrackers kept coming from the village in the distance, which seemed to remind us that it was time to go home for the New Year's Eve dinner.

During the Spring Festival, I often spend it at my grandma’s house in Qinhuangdao, and sometimes I go to my grandma’s house in Xingtai.

This year's Spring Festival was spent in Nanyang. The people and things that are treasured in my heart cannot be removed or erased, making them unforgettable for me. Memories of seventh grade composition 3

Teacher Song is the Chinese teacher of our class. She has long black hair and a pair of bright eyes that can see through every student's thoughts. Under her high bridge of nose is A mouth that shows white teeth when it smiles.

I still remember that her language in class was accurate and vivid, her tone was ups and downs, and her emotions were real and touching. Her class was as attractive as a magnet. We all liked her Chinese class. I will never forget that when she taught us "Landscapes of Guilin", she said in vivid language: "Please listen to my reading and let us imagine the mountains and rivers of Guilin together. The mountains of Guilin are so quiet, so quiet." You can't feel it flowing..." I listened and thought quietly, feeling as if I was swimming along the Li River with the teacher and admiring the beautiful mountains and rivers of Guilin. After the teacher finished reading, he led us to "view" the mountains of Guilin carefully. Every vivid language and every accurate and interesting gesture of Teacher Song depicts the strange, beautiful and dangerous mountains of Guilin in front of us.

I remember that in the fifth grade, Teacher Song’s lectures often contained rich emotions. The whole class came to this class with a heavy heart, and many students had red eyes. When the teacher taught us "Moonlight", the students were even more intoxicated by Beethoven's piano music. In front of us, it seemed as if a rough sea was rising, and the silver moon was rising from where the water and the sky met... …

This is what Teacher Song’s Chinese class is like. She always uses rich emotions to create a concrete and vivid atmosphere, leading us to travel and explore in the ocean of life and knowledge.

I like Teacher Song, and I like taking Teacher Song’s Chinese class even more. Memories of seventh grade composition 4

Listening to the wind in my ears, looking at the flowers falling in the distance, recalling your appearance in the old days, and thinking about your new makeup now, I set out on my way home - looking for Your story reminds me of your appearance. I'm back, my hometown.

You have changed and become more beautiful and dignified. The original muddy dirt road has now become a flat and wide cement road; the original dilapidated windows have been installed with clean and bright glass; the original moss-covered roof tiles have also disappeared, replaced by shiny glazed tiles , even the house with the yellow mud thatched eaves has disappeared and turned into a small white multi-story building... The people in your warm embrace are no longer poor, and everyone has put on new clothes. With trendy outerwear and fashionable styles, the woman combed her hair into a high ponytail and looked energetic, while the man's hair was neatly combed to one side without any mess. Even his eyes were full of brilliance and he was smiling all day long. . The whole village seemed to be radiant.

The dry branches on both sides of the road you used to have have also grown through the years, sprouted new buds, and gradually become lush and green. Even the small soil slopes that were originally barren are now covered with vegetation and are full of greenery. When strong winds blow here, they become gentle breezes, and when rain falls here, they become a source of nourishing life. You are the land on which we live, and we are determined to build you into a better place. Look at the thousand-meter-long river embankment, which is the achievement we lifted one load of stone after another; look at the fertile fields, which is the result of our hard work in irrigating; look at the clarity of the sky, which is the belief we hold on to. You, are The promises we make with time and years.

Ah hometown, you are so kind and gentle. Because of you, the wanderers who have traveled far away have returned to their hometown; because of you, the lonely old man is no longer lonely; because of you, the childhood of boys and girls has become more colorful...

I am grateful to you, my hometown. You made me understand the meaning of home, that it is a resting place for family members who miss each other to reunite. You made me understand that my hometown will always be with me no matter when and where. I love you, hometown.

My beautiful hometown, the clear water of Wanfo Lake is your clear eyes, the green that can be seen everywhere is your long skirt, and the gentle breeze in your ears is your breath. The reflection on the lakeshore reflects your gentle smile. You are the distant place in my memory. Reminiscing about seventh grade composition 5

Time flies so fast. In the blink of an eye, my primary school life has passed, and I am about to enter junior high school. I really can’t bear to leave my alma mater, which has nurtured me for many years; and the classmates who grew up with me. After all, they are my most important friends in the past six years. Dear friends.

How great it would be if we could still study together, play together, and have fierce debates in class in junior high school. I can’t help but regret that I wasted time in primary school life and didn’t cherish it. Until now Only then did I regret it.

The school has changed a lot in six years. From the dusty sky to the clean one now, it all bears our sweat - we work hard every day to clean and contribute to the school. To express our love for the school and repay the school's motherly nurturing grace.

The time in the sixth grade passes the fastest, and it is also the slowest. The sixth grade cannot stare at the ceiling in class like before, but must stare at the blackboard and copy notes hard.

Six years have passed, and we have to face new classmates, new teachers, and a new school.

Six years have passed, bidding farewell to my alma mater and welcoming the new semester.

Six years have passed, bid farewell to the past and start anew.

Six years of memories, unforgettable memories. Reminiscences of seventh-grade composition 6

"Childhood dreams, colorful dreams; childhood songs, happy songs; a string of childhood footprints; a pile of childhood stories." Can this song make people happy? Do you think back to your wonderful childhood? In those colorful years, I recorded every bit of my growth...

Gently, I opened the cardboard box that had been sealed for a long time, and I saw the long-lost book. My eyes wandered from book to book, not knowing which one to take out. All of them were the ones I was most familiar with, including the thick "Journey to the West", the thin comic strips, and the "Journey to the West", which is so profound that I still can't understand it. "The Analects of Confucius"... I can recite every book backwards and forwards.

I looked at it hesitantly, and suddenly, an inexplicable feeling jumped. I just glanced at it briefly, and then without hesitation, I pulled out the worn-out first-grade textbook at the bottom. .

I opened it gently, and there was a "click" sound, and the yellowed pages were hard. I was stunned for a moment, and then I couldn't help but laugh. I remembered that when I was about to enter the second grade, I was watching it while washing its feet. By accident, my hand slipped and it slipped into the basin like a loach.

As we turn page after page, we learn Pinyin first, and then we are taught how to write simple new characters. Although the writing on it was blurred by the water, it was still roughly legible. I saw a girl, holding the pencil tightly with her white and fat little hands, writing stroke by stroke, the writing was crooked, but her face was full of childish joy.

The word "一" suddenly loomed in front of my eyes. The whole page was filled with crooked "一" characters of different sizes. The "一" at the beginning was drawn like a centipede, which was so depressing. People feel uncomfortable. Although the later one is not as delicate and beautiful, at least it is not as ugly as the first one. In the corner of the book, I saw a line of childish font: woainimama (I love your mother). Although it was in Pinyin, I still understood that the girl had painted the word "一" all over the page, and finally happily wrote a line of Pinyin in the corner, with bright sunlight shining through her hair. , her round little face was filled with an innocent smile, as bright as the sunshine floating on the water.

Continuing to flip through the pages, each page has sloppy handwriting that looks like drunkenness. Half of the paper on one page was torn for some reason. As soon as I saw this, I knew that I must be having trouble with my parents. I have had this problem since I was a child. When I get angry, I will tear whatever I touch.

I turned page after page, and there were two little figures drawn on one page, crookedly stamped on the paper. I don’t know what they were saying, and the dialogue had long been blurred, but a long-lost feeling came from my heart. Slide quietly.

The books I used when I was a child now not only don’t seem unfamiliar, but also feel extraordinarily familiar. From being naive in the first grade of elementary school to being mature now, I have changed a lot! But the childlike innocence in my heart seems not to have changed, but has formed a thick cocoon as the years go by. As the pages of this old book are turned over, the cocoons are opened layer by layer, and the childlike innocence flies out, and childhood The happiness spread like sunshine all over the sky...

The quiet moonlight shone on the old book in my hand. Although the pages had already turned yellow, I saw the smiles of childhood and the tears of childhood... Reminiscences of seventh grade composition 7

When I was a child, I was very naughty and often made jokes. These ridiculous things are recorded in the house of childhood interesting things. Now, let me choose one of them to talk about!

That day. We played happily in the park for a long time, and we didn't sit down in the restaurant until our stomachs started to growl.

There is a clear pond next to the restaurant, and goldfish wearing tulle shuttles between the pebbles and the water. I carefully put my hand into the water. There was a fish looking around, not knowing whether to come in or not, but I stood aside and looked at it anxiously. My legs were so sore! Had to switch sides. The fish probably didn't know the danger, and probably thought my hand was a rare rockery, so it fell into my trap. I carefully seized this opportunity and closed my hand quietly, "Hey! Caught it!" I shouted happily. Its tail slapped rapidly on the water, splashing a lot of water, hitting my face and body. . I didn’t give up and held on to it. The customers and waiters next to me looked at me in surprise. My face suddenly turned as red as a red apple. I let the fish go and wrung out my clothes. , go back to the place to eat. We were leaving, and of course my mother’s scolding was inevitable at the end. But recalling this incident made me laugh.

I closed the door of the childhood fun house. I think there will be more and more interesting things in the future. Memories of seventh grade composition 8

Some people say that childhood is a colorful picture; others say that childhood is a garden, but I think childhood is like a small boat. , carrying us to swim in the ocean of happiness, and the memories of childhood are like the sails of a boat. Without it, the boat cannot move forward.

My childhood was happy, and my daily life was colorful. However, now there are very few memories of my childhood life in my mind. It is really difficult to remember them all at once. I remember one thing very clearly, that is, when I was 6 years old, I stole a snack in the kitchen.

One day, after lunch, I ran out to play wildly without telling my grandma as usual. But the difference was that my grandma was not at home today, so I didn’t have to hide it and could go out and play. , after leaving home, I first went to the river to catch fish, then went to the fields to pick wild vegetables, and then went to take a nap under the willow tree. I had a great time, and I forgot about the time while playing. When the sun went down, I remembered When I got home, my grandparents had already had dinner. I was about to say: "Why didn't you wait for me to eat?" But then I thought: "If you talk about it, I must be at fault! If you don't eat, you will I won’t eat!” Thinking about it, I entered the room. My grandma and grandpa continued to read the newspaper without changing their expressions. I lay on the bed and let my stomach growl, “I won’t be hungry anymore when I fall asleep!” Said. I fell asleep while talking, but in the middle of the night, I still woke up because I couldn't bear the hunger. My eyes rolled, eh! I can go to the kitchen and have something to eat! Anyway, grandma and grandpa are asleep, hehe! They won't know! I just comforted myself and went into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, took out a piece of bread and a glass of milk, and ate it hungrily. Suddenly, my grandma stood behind me and said, "Don't you want to eat?" I was really shocked. He jumped and hid the bread and milk behind his back, "No!" "You still say no? The lid of the milk and the wrapping paper of the bread are still on the table! You still said you haven't eaten it?" I turned my head, ah! It really happened. My face suddenly turned red and I could only smile.

Now I have to admit that time flies by. In the blink of an eye, things have passed a few years ago. I will never do things like running out to have fun without telling my grandma or stealing snacks in the kitchen. Now, my goal now is to study hard and repay my parents and my relatives when I grow up. Reminiscing about seventh grade composition 9

“Hehehehe...”

Listen, this hearty laughter was made by my classmate and good friend-Xu Xian. Although his grades are not very good, he is a very nice person but a little stingy. This was the first impression he gave me. He always said something to cheer me up when I was in a bad mood and made me happy. Over time, he became my good friend, and of course there were other good things. Friends such as: Xiao Wu, Lao Hei, Brother Feng, etc.

"Hehehehehe..." This is the smile of my confidante, Ma Kai. Every time she smiles, it is so "sharp", which makes people feel headache and helpless. She can be said to be a changeable boy. She was laughing heartily just now, but in an instant she became gloomy again, "It's over, it's over, I'll be miserable when my mother comes out." He saw his mother's gloomy face in the classroom, I knew I couldn’t avoid a meal of “fried pork with bamboo shoots” when I got home.

Sure enough, as soon as her mother came out, her face was not very good, and she shouted: "Ma Kai, come here."

Ma Kai walked towards his mother cautiously. He was afraid that if she passed by Being called home by her mother is a beating, so we can only let her wish for happiness.

"Hehehe..." This is Xiao Tianquan, one of my good friends. As long as she smiles like this, we will know that she is thinking of something weird again. Regarding this habit of hers, we can only shake our heads and say nothing. Who calls her a crooked little *book!

Your laughter, my laughter, and her laughter always make people miss us. They always add a touch of melancholy and a touch of pain when we are about to say goodbye, because I miss elementary school very much, but I know there is no use in remembering, because time cannot be turned back. If I were given a time machine, I would go back to elementary school and never come back. Reminiscences of seventh grade composition 10

A photo may no longer be as new after years of vicissitudes. However, it represents a memory and a ray of emotion.

　——Inscription

Perhaps, it is not an accidental discovery. I still don’t know that in the photo album that my mother has always regarded as a treasure, there is such a paragraph behind the photos of my mother when she was young. Memories...

I have always been troubled. With my mother’s excellent grades, why didn’t she go to high school or go to college? Occasionally, I opened the photo album that my mother had always regarded as a treasure. It was full of photos that my mother had taken in Shenzhen. I took out one and looked at it. A small line of words on the back made me even more confused: Shenzhen, Window to the World. Photo taken on May 1, 1998. 1998? Isn't it the year my mother graduated from technical secondary school? Shouldn't she go to high school and take the college entrance examination? Why did you go to Shenzhen? Questions sprouted in my mind. I took the photo and asked my mother. My mother took one look at it and said, "When I was young, I was the eldest of three children, so I not only had to take care of them but also let them go." In this way, one year after another, it was time to go to high school and take the college entrance examination. At that time, my family was very poor, and only two of us could go to high school and take the college entrance examination. Although I was the eldest of the three children. Since I was a girl, the opportunity to go to high school and enter college was only given to my two younger brothers. So, after I graduated from technical secondary school, I went to work at Shenzhen Proview Technology Co., Ltd. During that six months, I suddenly discovered a truth. : There is no way out until you go to high school and go to college. Thinking about it now, I don’t regret it. Seeing that your uncle has a successful career now, it was worthwhile to study at that time.

"Let me learn?" Why didn't you strive for the opportunity to go to school? Mother. "When I heard this story, I was very angry and disappointed with my grandma and grandpa. At that time, my mother lost the opportunity to go to high school and college because of her preference for sons. Is it all worth it? "I also thought about you at that time. My uncle fought for this opportunity to go to school, but I was their older sister, so I had no choice but to give in. hehe. "My mother pretended to be relaxed and said, but I can still see that when I asked this question, my mother trembled obviously. It can be seen that this matter has been pressing in my mother's heart for a long time...

< p> This story was beyond my expectation.

I don’t know what to say, I just feel that silence is better than sound at this moment...

Maybe, this photo is nothing in the eyes of others, but in the eyes of my mother and me, there is a lot hidden in it. Memories and feelings!