Excellent composition in seventh grade

In study, work and even life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with writing. Writing must be focused on the theme and elaborated around the same theme, and it is forbidden to ramble, the theme is lax or even has no theme. So have you ever learned anything about composition? The following are 1 excellent seventh-grade compositions I collected, hoping to help everyone. 1

With the afterglow of the sunset, I slowly walked on a narrow ancient road with a skinny horse, and the bleak scene made me more lonely. A big pagoda tree stands sadly in the west wind, and a layer of dead leaves and branches falls on the barren land. A dead vine is stubbornly wrapped around the trunk, like a small bell tied on a rope. The autumn wind blows and the yellow leaves that have not fallen rustle. Several dark crows flew in the sky, and their hoarse cries echoed in the desolate wilderness and stirred in my heart. The crow went home in the noisy cry. Looking at everything around me, a sense of loneliness enveloped my whole body.

after three or two years of wandering outside, my mind has become extremely fragile. Dead vines, old trees and crows can accompany each other no matter how lonely they are. And I, helpless, am like a duckweed drifting in the vast world. At this point, I couldn't help but stop and stare at the slowly sinking sunset. The afterglow painted the clouds with a purple color and a faint sadness at the bottom of my heart. Fame and fortune are just passing away, and I don't value them. But I have to run around for the livelihood of a young family! Life is such a contradiction! Money has been sent home, and there is not much left in my pocket. How can I face my family when I go back? Alas … helpless, helpless, I got on the horse and staggered towards the misty distance. Walking, I didn't mean to look, but I saw smoke rising from the shadows in front of me. Oh, someone else. There is a simple wooden bridge across the river ahead, and the gurgling spring water flows carefully under the bridge. Farmers are also clever enough to settle their homes in such a good place.

home, what a warm word it is! In the depths of my thoughts, home is the kind smile of my parents, the figure of my wife who is busy, and the appearance of my children who are naughty. But, how can I get back? How are the folks in my hometown? I still recall the delicacy of Aunt Zhang's fish soup, and my ears recall Uncle Li's bold and rough Shaanxi opera. I felt a warmth in my heart, but it was so sour, and my homesickness slowly condensed in my brow. All this made me think a lot, and suddenly I was full of thoughts on horseback, blurting out: "The old vine is faint, the small bridge is flowing, and the old road is thin and thin." When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world! " A cold wind came, and I couldn't help shivering, so I took a swig off my wine bag, calmed my ups and downs, straightened up and waved my whip, and galloped away toward the unknown distance. Grade 7 excellent composition 2

How happy I am today! Because the homework is almost finished. I am so happy that I have finished everything except the micro-diary left by the Chinese teacher and the reading task left by the English teacher.

I watched TV after dinner this morning. After watching it for a while, I remembered that the concepts in my math homework had not been copied well, so I turned off the TV, took out my math book and started copying concepts. After copying for a while, I wanted to buy a table tennis, so I went with two dollars. When I got there, I bought a ping-pong ball and a bag of pistachios and came to my grandmother's house. Because my sister is here, and my aunt and Doudou happen to be here, but I don't mind my own business. I gave the prepared pistachios to my sister first, and then asked my grandmother to take my bike team out. I thought of it, but my sister had to take a bike, so I had to push it away. At home, because my grandmother left and my sister couldn't, so my father and I played table tennis to tease my sister. After playing for a while, I began to do my homework again. After a while, my sister asked me to go out, so I went out. After playing with my sister for a while, my mother told me to eat some jiaozi and let my mother take care of the children. So I ate some jiaozi and started copying concepts again. After a while, I finally finished copying, so I turned on the computer to play.

what a happy day! The homework is almost finished! I am so happy! 3

It was March 7th, 2xx, and I remember this day very clearly. Although the pace of spring has slowly come, in the north, in Baotou, it is still chilly in March. In the morning, on the way to school, the wind kept blowing across my face, so I couldn't help tightening my clothes. Before dawn, when I came to a crossroads, I saw a garbage bag lying on the side of the road, and the unidentified objects flowing out of it had frozen on the road.

I instinctively stood far away and avoided it with disgust. While I was waiting for the red light, two sanitation workers in orange coats came. As you can see from the back, they are old and helped each other to the garbage bag. I guess they are an old couple.

Looking at the ice layer of garbage, Grandpa, a sanitation worker, frowned as if thinking about what to do. He directed Grandma to push the garbage truck. He picked up a shovel-like tool and shoveled it at the ice layer. The ice layer fell apart, and Grandpa picked up the shovel and poked it hard from under the cracked ice layer. Grandma took out a broom from the garbage truck and swept the smashed ice layer into a dustpan. They cooperated so tacitly. Grandma's broken hair also danced with the wind, and she had to tuck it back behind her ear.

The green light on the sidewalk turned on, and I was still standing there. The car that turned right kept whistling at them. Grandpa directly threw the shoveled ice into the garbage truck with his hand, and they immediately pushed the car away in a hurry. This harsh whistle pulled me back from this scene, and my heart was heavy. The green light soon ended. Let's wait for the next one, I thought to myself. Just now, the two old people didn't go far, but they still bowed their heads and cleaned up the garbage in other parts of the road. This is a big intersection. There are many cars and people passing by every day. Naturally, there is also a lot of garbage. The sky is slightly bright, but the chill has not diminished. The two cooperated constantly, and she picked up the garbage with a clip; He pushed the car slowly. Years have stolen everything, their young voices and looks, but only an old face has been thrown at them, but they can never steal their purest heart.

the green light is on again, and I'm moving forward quickly. Passing by them, I vaguely heard them say, "When can young people have snacks now and stop littering?" I am getting farther and farther away from them. On the other side of the road, my eyes were slightly moist, and my heart swelled slightly. At their age, they should enjoy family happiness, but for the sake of the cleanliness of the city, they silently dedicated themselves. Looking back, the two old people still helped each other and walked away slowly. It was such two simple old people that moved me and admired me. Grade 7 Excellent Composition 4

I finished reading this book seriously, and every story touched me. The one that impressed me the most was a story about Meng Xiangbin jumping into a river to save people.

On a cold noon, Meng Xiangbin came to Chengnan Bridge with his wife and daughter, and suddenly heard a cry for help: "A woman jumped into the river!" Meng Xiangbin jumped off a 1-meter-high bridge and into the cold river before he could say hello to his wife. Meng Xiangbin swam towards the woman, when an armed police came to the rescue with a motorboat. The woman was rescued, but Meng Xiangbin sank into the water because of exhaustion. In order to save people, he gave his young life. After reading this, I deeply realized the true feelings and harmony of the world. It is impossible for us primary school students to give up our lives to save others, but we can also help each other in our lives.

It was a summer vacation. As usual, I took the bus to my destination. The bus stopped at a station, and the door clicked. A serious-looking uncle in a black jacket came up. I saw him glance left and right, aiming at a big bag with a bulging back. I didn't care when I saw the uncle standing by the car door, but I still enjoyed the beautiful scenery. At this time, I found a sign on the side of the road, and when I saw it, "It's 5 meters opposite, it's a children's city ..." I looked across according to the sign. "ah!" I couldn't help crying out, because, by accident, I found that the uncle with black sunglasses put that hand into the uncle's bag beside him. What did he want? No way! Does he want to steal money? Suddenly, I was so distracted that I was already dumbfounded. I have always been as timid as a mouse, and I began to be speechless. I wanted to lend a helping hand to remind this uncle, but I was afraid of the thief's revenge, but I couldn't help it. What should we do? For a moment, my heart was pounding with rattles, and after much consideration, I made up my mind to remind this uncle. What can I do? A roadblock rushed out again, and I used my quick wits to get off the bus and walk to the door, whispering to my uncle, "Beware of thieves." Say that finish and got off. My uncle looked around and found the thief, but he got off the bus as if he didn't know ...

After getting off the bus, my uncle thanked me, and I walked home easily, feeling beautiful! Grade 7 Excellent Composition 5

When you are lost, the companion is a warm cup of coffee; When you are sad, companionship is a long song. Moreover, in my memory, it was my mother who stayed with me for the longest time. In her company, I felt her love for me.

in our grade, it is adolescence and rebellious period. Before I went to junior high school, I often quarreled with my mother, who always said, Why are you so rebellious? I will also reply to her: I am a rebellious period, unlike your menopause. Every time my mother and I have a quarrel, I feel very sad. I think there will always be scenes in my head. Every time I think about it, I will blame my mother in my heart and always think: Is this still my amiable mother? Is this still my gentle and kind mother? Is this still my understanding mother? No, she isn't. My mother has changed, become unreasonable, become unreasonable, and make me unable to see through her.

Every time after a quarrel, my mother will come over to me and gently say, Ziyi, it was my mother's fault just now. My mother shouldn't be so angry. I'm sorry. My mother apologizes to you. My mother's apology made me hate her even more, and I thought she was hypocritical. But after calming down, I think it's not easy for my mother, because my father is often away from home on business, my mother earns money during the day, and she has to take care of my brother and me at night and often goes to sleep very late.

Sometimes I will see my mother secretly wiping her tears and crying. Every time I see my mother like this, I will burst into tears, and I will feel like a knife. I will apologize to my mother and admit my mistake. My mother will forgive me, forgive my ignorance and forgive my irrationality; Will also tolerate me, my irrationality and my ignorance.

mom, you have been with me for twelve years, twelve years. How many days and nights have you taken care of me in these twelve years? How many days and nights are containing me; How many days and nights are in love with me; When I am sick, my mother will feel scared; When I get hurt, my mother will feel scared; When I was ... In these twelve years, my mother loved me all the time, thinking of me, thinking of me and containing me.

I love you, mom, and thank you for your company and tolerance. A girl the size of a thumb sleeps on a bed made of walnuts and is covered with a quilt made of petals. One day, the peace was broken: a toad broke in and took Thumbelina away. It tried to make Thumbelina his wife, but Thumbelina escaped. Then she met a frozen swallow. She forgot her pain and troubles and saved the swallow with her body temperature.

She used to be so happy and cared for by her mother. I thought Thumbelina would be sad, but I didn't expect that she overcame all kinds of difficulties and was extremely strong.

I thought of another girl-Helen Keller. An unexpected serious illness made her deaf and blind. The world was suddenly dark and silent in front of her, but she used her intelligence and wisdom to show everyone that a deaf-mute and blind writer and educator supported a wider sky with unyielding soul.

By the way, do you want to know what happened to Thumbelina? I tell you, she met Prince Hua Xian, and they lived happily together ... 7

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"when people are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and the mountains are empty. When the moon comes out, it surprises the mountain birds, and when it sounds in the spring stream. " I recited the poems in the ancient poem "Bird's Sound Stream" in the book, and gradually, these poems formed a big question mark in my mind.

"since it's' the night is quiet and the mountains are empty' and it's spring, why did you say' people are idle and sweet-scented osmanthus falls' at the beginning? Osmanthus fragrans obviously blooms in autumn, but why does it appear in spring? " I was puzzled, so I ran to ask my mother. Mother thought for a while and replied, "Maybe this is a kind of four-season osmanthus, which will be developed in all seasons." I don't know exactly. "

it seems that mom doesn't know either. I'm determined to get to the bottom of this matter. I asked the teacher with this question, and the teacher told me that I would reply in a few days.

Those days passed under my anxious waiting. On this day's class, the teacher put forward this question to everyone after class. The students quarreled at once. There are various answers, such as this and that, and everything. Finally, the teacher told me that sweet-scented osmanthus bloomed on the mountain, and the temperature on the mountain was much lower than that under the mountain, so sweet-scented osmanthus bloomed late. When spring comes, it is autumn on the mountain, and osmanthus has just opened. On the other hand, "osmanthus" means moonlight, that is, moonlight falls on the earth, so this sentence can also be used as "osmanthus falling on earth"

is that really the case? After I got home, I went to look for books again, and it was true. Moreover, I have gained a little: if I say it according to the first, there is another poem that has almost the same meaning as him. Isn't it the same truth that "the beauty of the world is exhausted in April, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple begin to bloom"? The temperature on the mountain is lower than that under the mountain, so when the flowers under the mountain fail, the peach blossoms just bloom at the top of the mountain in early spring.

the same thing happened during a trip. That summer, taking advantage of the summer vacation, my father and I went to Dalian, the pearl of the Bohai Bay in the north. The weather there in July is cool and pleasant, unlike the hometown that was shrouded in heat at that time. What is even more surprising is that there were people who bought cherries at that time. If it were in our place, the cherry trees would have sprouted. Dad told me that Dalian is close to the sea and the temperature is low, so the cherries ripen late. This is the same reason that osmanthus and peach blossoms bloom late.

today, after learning geography, I understand that the late blooming of osmanthus and peach blossoms belongs to altitude factors, and the late ripening of cherries belongs to land and sea factors. Nature is really mysterious. I have learned so much from books.