Lyric composition of seventh grade students

Five lyric compositions of seventh-grade students

He always has a straight face and a serious expression, as if someone has been bothering him. No matter how terrible and serious he looks. The following is the lyric composition of the seventh grade students I brought to you, hoping to help you.

Selected lyric compositions of seventh-grade students 1 Looking up at the sky, I saw nothing. No, it's a trembling pure blue, to be exact. It is rare to have such good weather. I don't know where the sun shines.

It's great to see clouds rolling in the sky. Sitting in the car and racing against the cloud, the cloud always looks slow, but it never falls behind you and doesn't want to surpass you. If you are not careful, the cloud will change greatly. Whether your perspective has changed or the cloud itself has changed, only the wind knows.

The patchwork roofs draw the bottom line for the sky. Why are these bottom lines not lace? Limited things are always difficult to change, but the sunset is different every day.

What is on the other side of the cloud? Is it grandpa's smile or a warm nest? Maybe this is an endless road.

I can't find a star on a soft night. Even the clouds are so lifelike. Under the cover of darkness, they are so perfect, like silky and cold satin. Tomorrow's eyes are uncertain.

The flower season is about to pass, but there are still a few purple roses smiling intermittently and strongly, and the withered ones will become the first step towards maturity. The red branches have turned into green stems, and the spring is brilliant!

It's another cool night. There was a hole in the sky, and the moonlight leaked in, like the light of new hope. A full moon looms in the crack. "The moon is obscured by clouds." A childish voice broke the silence. On such a night, I am not the only one accompanying Chang 'e, "Mom, look! There is also a moon. " Laughter is connected. I can imagine a child's innocent smile in the dark. What a lovely child. "Duo", this child is so talented, and this word is really well used. "That's the same moon. There is only one moon, not one. " The mother gently corrected the child. But I don't think it is necessary to correct this mistake, and it is also beautiful to keep some writing mistakes. The clouds are gone, and the moon shadow is also smiling, gently, smiling innocently and lovely.

Inadvertently, a trace of green on the roadside wall flashed into my eyes. I stopped to take a closer look. It turned out to be a grass between the walls. It is rooted in a little soil between the walls, and some roots are impressively exposed, but it still firmly grasps the soil in the wall with the remaining roots, struggles to stretch out from the wall and flinches in the autumn wind and drizzle. I gave a wry smile. This poor grass, you were born in the wrong time and place. You only have a short life. Why are you so persistent?

A gust of wind blew, and I felt a little cold. The grass shook its thin leaves a few times with the wind, which seemed a little stubborn. Suddenly, this green color had a strong shock in my heart! What a tenacious life this is. Although it looks crooked and its leaves are a little yellow, what hardships and pains it has experienced in this barren place can show its existence. In those countless days when you can't see the sun, have you ever been depressed, given up and despaired? This glorious life! It is doomed to be short-lived, but it must have a persistent belief in its heart: even if life is only a few short days, we must try our best to show our existence to the world! A small seed, dreaming in the darkness between the cracks in the wall, desperately absorbs the rare moisture and nutrition in the soil between the cracks in the wall. One day, the silky tender stems and leaves actually drilled out of the sealed soil, proudly showing their life colors in late autumn.

I looked at that tenacious little life with rapt attention, and I couldn't help but feel respect. I don't know when the rain stopped, and the sky in the distance showed a little sunshine, and my mood became clear.

What is failing the exam? How can I complain about the setbacks in my life in the face of the green life in the autumn wind? I admire you, tenacious little life-the grass between the walls.

Facing the rustling autumn wind, I walked forward firmly. ...

The annual Mid-Autumn Festival is coming again. Every family should enjoy the moon, eat moon cakes and have a reunion festival. My family is no exception, but this year's Mid-Autumn Festival is even more special, because our class held the activity of "The Moon is brighter in the Mid-Autumn Festival", and the teacher asked us to express our filial piety to our parents in our own unique way.

On the Mid-Autumn Festival, I visited the supermarket several times. After careful selection, I finally selected a packet of ginger candy and prepared to give it to my mother. When I got home, I quietly drew a computer pattern on the bag of ginger candy, because my mother deals with computers every day and has deep feelings for computers. After painting, I walked into the small room and put ginger candy in my schoolbag, thinking that I must give my mother a surprise at night to let her know how much I love her. Thought of here, I can't help laughing.

Finally, at night, I was very excited. We enjoy the moon while eating moon cakes. Today, the moon is particularly round. It looks at our family and smiles. It is round and drum. It looks like a big drum, beating beautiful music. We listened attentively to the beautiful music from the moon, and the whole family laughed and enjoyed themselves. I took advantage of the moonlight, made an excuse, and hurried upstairs, holding the old ginger candy I had already prepared. At this time, I made a retreat: Will my mother laugh at me? Another thought: although there are few things, they are also gifts from me! I walked up to my mother, handed ginger candy, and said shyly to my mother, "Mom, this is my gift to you. I wish you a happy Mid-Autumn Festival! " As soon as I finished speaking, I felt irritable and embarrassed on my face. Mom smiled happily and said, "Thank you for the gift. My daughter has grown up and knows how to take care of her mother! " "The dad on the side also joked," Why can't dad get a gift? "Pa!" Before my father came to his senses, I gave him a loud kiss on the face and said, "This is my gift to my father!" Our whole family laughed.

The moon is rounder and clearer. ...

This activity deepened the friendship of our family. I love my parents, and my parents love me more. Our home is like the bright moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival, and we are happy together!

The spring breeze is warm, and the stream slowly closes the ice and sings folk songs. The spring rain is soft, and the grass sprouts green buds bit by bit, so green that it stares at your eyes; Spring thunder is crisp, and the bear slowly stops hibernating and starts a new life. In my spring, there is a beautiful you, and the battlefield that is about to open is more emboldened.

New semester, third semester, different semester. Yes, I want to take the senior high school entrance examination. The first thing that appeared was sports. My physical education is not very good, especially running. Watching others rush past me like arrows, I feel that they hurt me like arrows. I want to continue, but my feet are as heavy and sour as lead. What are we doing? A sense of powerlessness devours me bit by bit like a scourge. I can't stop. I must continue. Even if I come last, I must run to the finish line. Let's go I readjust my mind and breathe regularly. Step by step, without stopping, so slowly rely on your strength to support to the end. Standing at the finish line, there seems to be a spring breeze in my heart, which is sweet and blows away my fatigue.

At night, the bell rang dimly, and I didn't endorse it. I just read a bunch of textbooks. "Why don't you recite it tomorrow and get up early in the morning?" "No, it's easy to oversleep in the morning." Two little people collided in my mind. Let's recite it, be patient and concentrate. Soon, come on. I forcibly opened my eyes, whispered on my back, and finally found the boring book interesting. Literati's bold poems and the beauty of fluent English attracted me at once. I finished the task of reciting in no time. When I opened the casement, a faint earthy smell came to my face, and the spring breeze at night was intoxicating. I smiled happily. It's good to have you.

Lying in bed, I thought of the Mo Yan Literature Award selected by the school every year. I need to read a book and publish a composition. I have been striving for it since the first day of junior high school. So I tried my best to write a manuscript, and when I looked back, I found that many articles had sunk into the sea, and I never heard from them again. No amount of love will be shattered by repeated failures. "I have no talent, should I continue?" Every time I think of this topic, my heart is extremely painful ... since I love you, I must love you thoroughly and never give up! I have set my goal, and I firmly grasp you in the spring breeze.

Today, I am slim and elegant. In the face of the free and easy of smart people, I might as well have you-persistence. In the late spring and breeze in June, I will definitely take you into that corner of life.

I don't know whether I was born dull to English or I didn't find a good learning method. My response to English is always so slow, not only in memorizing words, but also in doing problems. Even if you work hard, your English is still not outstanding. In order to pass the English words, I almost got hit by a car while riding on the road. I also bought a lot of English materials to find shortcuts, but it still had little effect. It is difficult to improve my English to be excellent. I am a little discouraged: am I not cut out to learn English? My mother is also very anxious, afraid that I will fall behind in English and blow in my ear all day. I'm worried too. What should I do?

During the summer vacation, my mother asked me to sign up for an English class. I would rather die than surrender. I am usually dragged down by heavy study. How can I not be tired during the holiday? "If you don't report to class, you must teach yourself!" I had to bite the bullet and recite English books, with little effect! English, English, my nemesis, I hate you, especially my English grammar, which I don't understand at all. It is also the person who loses the most points in the exam. When I was depressed, I saw the national English summer school training, so I entered the national education with the heart of giving it a try.

After landing, I listened first. Teacher Feng Jiaqing is a dynamic and eclectic young teacher, and his teaching style deeply attracts me. What I fear most at ordinary times is English grammar. I know nothing about it. When I do a problem, I always look around and am not sure about the answer. I am most afraid of doing this problem, too. So, I began to find a class to introduce the usage of prepositions in, on and at. I saw Mr. Feng write a few questions on the blackboard for everyone to think about, and then summed up several catchy jingles: 1, year, month, day, and time should be specific. As soon as I remember this formula, I will soon be able to draw inferences. It is very simple to practice quickly on my summer homework. Why didn't I find it before? It turns out that I can also learn well. I am very happy. Then Mr. Feng asked another question, all about the times, in the morning and afternoon, which was different from the formula. I was embarrassed again. Teacher Feng added another formula: dynasties and seasons should be used early, and special circumstances should be analyzed in detail. When there is an attribute in the morning, after the moon and at night, I should use on. I see again, it's so simple, why didn't I know it before? After a short lecture of ten minutes, Mr. Feng simply let me learn the usage of these prepositions.

After that, I will enjoy English as long as I take time out. I soon learned how to change personal pronouns and adjectives. I feel that English is actually like that, and it is not as difficult as I thought!

I watch not only Feng's lectures, but also Fan Xiaohui's lectures. Teacher Fan is very kind and gentle. Listening to her lecture is like appreciating the beauty of English. I often feel the joy of learning English from her flexible teaching methods. I finally understand that learning English depends on your attitude towards it. It is difficult to look at it seriously, but easy to look at it lightly. It seems that I can learn English well! I want to combine the methods of several teachers and find a suitable learning method to make my English great!

Everyone likes English. You made me understand that English is not difficult, and found the fun of English. I love you!