Seventh grade narrative composition

In daily life or work and study, everyone has tried to write a composition, which can be divided into primary school composition, middle school composition and college composition (thesis). Do you know how to write a good composition? The following is the seventh grade narrative composition I arranged for you. Welcome to read the collection.

The seventh grade narrative composition 1 recorded a debate contest. On the day of the contest, the teacher assigned a special homework and went home to prepare materials about whether it was beneficial to open books. The teacher assigned me, Chen Lili, Yu Zhiying, Zhong Chao and four others to be anti-party writers. I was depressed because it was more difficult to oppose the other side, but I pulled myself together again. Come to Lili's house with a notebook and pen at night, find information that may be unfavorable for opening the book, and open it at the best speed. We are very excited because there are many' treasures', and we think, well, tomorrow we will definitely beat the square. The long night suddenly became very fast, as if it were morning in the blink of an eye. I can't wait to get to school and run upstairs to the first to third floors as fast as I can. Unfortunately, the first class is not Chinese, but math. Sadly, I slept for a long time and finally looked forward to the debate in the second class. The debate began, and the teacher said solemnly; Please invite eight delegates to the stage. This is the debate in our class 1 class 5. The first topic is: Is it beneficial to open books? Wow, the classroom is really lively. The first is Liu Yuxin's speech. I think she has a glib tongue. Will she win this time? I saw Liu Yuxin standing up slowly, obviously shy, sticking out his tongue or covering his mouth with his fist from time to time. This Liu Yuxin gave a famous saying and got a big fright. Well, this young lady won't buy it. See how I refute you. I also used a famous saying,' Bad books, like bad friends, may hurt you'. Hee hee hee hee, how about that? I swing my index finger left and right, which means: you underestimate me. The students in the audience craned their necks from time to time to see the momentum of the two groups, and some were whispering. Before guessing which group would win, I always felt that the old man walked too slowly. Maybe he's old. He walked very fast this time. He must have become a young man. A unique debate contest has come to an end.

There are beautiful scenery everywhere in life, and the pink willow green in the field is a beautiful natural scenery; Helping each other in communication is a beautiful scene of social harmony; I think the most beautiful thing is the beautiful scenery in the sunset.

"Sunset, heartbroken at the end of the world" is such a bleak picture, but I think the sunset has a different flavor. In the evening, I accidentally walked to a window and sat down. I looked out of the window, but I accidentally enjoyed the beautiful sunset. As the sun sets, people walk in the street in twos and threes, and a night breeze blows, bringing waves of charming floral fragrance, which makes people relaxed and happy. A warm feeling arises spontaneously, which makes people feel that the sunset is infinitely beautiful.

A large cloud floated across the blue sky. They look like flames in the sun. It looks like a still picture, but if you look carefully, you will see clouds floating in the air, and that dreamy feeling will make you forget all your troubles. It's already evening. Of course, the birds have all gone home, some in groups and some flying alone. There were crisp songs, and I suddenly woke up intoxicated with the beautiful scenery. Why didn't you notice it before? I am thinking that the sun is the brightest and most beautiful at this time. It should be because it is going to say goodbye to people and wants to tell people with its brilliant face: although I left quietly, I am willing to show you the most beautiful light.

In a blink of an eye, the last sunset glow of the western heaven is about to disappear in the twilight. The rest of it shines on people's roofs, just like a sparkling lake, with layers of scales and waves, which is refreshing. Slowly, slowly ... finally, the sunset quietly left.

I left the window with heavy steps with a reluctant heart.

In my life and study, there were many people who taught me to study and live. My mother taught me to cook and my teacher taught me to be a man. Among them, my father impressed me the most, because he taught me the true meaning of saving.

One day, my father said to me, "Set a standard. Do you only know the idiom" Many a mickle makes a mickle "? Knowledge is accumulated bit by bit. Money is also saved bit by bit. When dad first got involved in the world, he saved as much as he earned. " Dad told me the benefits of saving, which made me want to save, and said, "Dad, can you open an account for me to save money?" Dad readily agreed.

So, from that day on, I had the concept of "savings". Unexpectedly, this savings gave me great inspiration and benefited me for life.

Ten days, twenty days, a month, so time has passed, when I go to deposit again, ah! I have accumulated a lot of money unconsciously, which is a lot for me! At this time, the father said, "Chuangbiao, what have you learned from your savings?" I looked puzzled and asked, "What's the point? Is to save money! "

Dad said earnestly, "this is where you are wrong." People have been saving and accumulating all their lives. Many a mickle makes a mickle, and great things can be achieved; Many a little knowledge makes a learned man; Life experience makes a mickle, which can resist the big winds and waves in life. Therefore, saving is a big event and a good thing. "

Dad's words showed his good intentions to save me money. He didn't just ask me to save money, but taught me how to save money, the knowledge and experience of saving money. I thought: Yes, people have been saving money all their lives. It can make you gain more, and it can help you kick the stumbling block of life.

This "savings" has benefited me for life.

In my golden childhood, I left many memories of the past, just like the stars in the sky that day. One of the brightest stars is that I learned to stir-fry beef with sand tea. To this day, I still remember it vividly.

That day, mom and dad were not at home. At noon, my stomach is playing "Empty City Plan". I remember there was some beef left in the refrigerator and rice in the kitchen, so I decided to cook it myself. But for my "little princess", it is simply more difficult than going to heaven. But I believe: nothing is difficult in the world, nothing is impossible to a willing mind.

I can cook and soon lead rice to a dead end-rice cooker. How about fried beef? I don't know anything! I have no choice but to call my mother and ask her.

I slice the beef first, then add a little cooking oil, pine meat powder, sand tea, monosodium glutamate, soy sauce and other seasonings and mix well. Marinate for 10 minute, and then turn on the stove to heat the pot. After that, when I poured the cooking oil into the pot, it was too little. I didn't know it at the time. It was hot air.

When frying, I found that there was less oil, and the beef was burnt. I have to fry another plate. This time, I learned the last lesson, poured more oil, and felt at ease. But when I was frying meat, I accidentally burned it and got a big blister on my hand. This time, I began to flinch. But I think where there is a will, there is a way. Besides, I can't waste beef and gas, so I continue to fry meat. Finally, the meat is fried. I tasted it, it was delicious, and it worked!

From then on, no matter what I do, I can't help but think of this experience. Especially what my mother said to me later: "It's easy to see flowers, but difficult to embroider." Only by learning with an open mind can you succeed. "

Seventh-grade narrative composition 5 "Friends walk together all their lives, but those days are gone …" Perhaps Emil Wakin Chau's "Friends" will remind you of your best friend and sincere friendship. Me too. Hearing the song Friends reminds me of my best friend.

I lived in Shenzhen in the third grade. At that time, I met a big brother who was one year older than me. He is fat and looks like a big melon, so I often call him "chubby brother". He loves to laugh and eat snacks, but he loves studying more. So whenever I ask him to brag that I know something about him, he always smiles and says to me, "Knowing means knowing, not knowing means not knowing, just knowing." At that time, I didn't know what he was saying, but every time I heard him say that, I was suddenly speechless and didn't know what to say. He will answer all the questions I don't understand. When we go swimming together, he will teach me the swimming posture; When flying kites together, he will teach me the skills of flying kites. "Fat Brother" and I are best friends.

I remember once, I went running with my "chubby brother", but I fell to the ground carelessly, leaving blood and crying sadly. "Fat Brother" quickly bandaged me up and sent me home. When I got home, my mother saw the wound I bandaged, looked at my "chubby brother" and thanked me quickly. At this moment, his face was like a ripe red apple, and he said, "No, nothing ..."

Now, he has left Shenzhen to study abroad. Although he is very sad, he can only draw a satisfactory full stop to this happy and beautiful friendship.

Now, I have read the first grade, and I have forgotten the name "Fat Brother". I only remember that we walked, ran and danced happily together on the road.

Seventh grade narrative composition 6 We had an open math class in the fourth class this Thursday morning. Perhaps this is the best lesson in our open class of all subjects, and it is outstanding in discipline.

We had a good class this time and the classroom atmosphere was very active. Everyone in the class actively answered questions, and almost all the students who woke up to answer questions could not open their mouths. The key to this achievement is the unique exercise method of our class in the past six months, which is closely related to our performance this time. We should continue to maintain and carry forward the unique style of the class, and work hard on this basis, hoping to become the "best"! This is an orderly class!

This open class is not only our good performance, but also the familiarity of teachers in reciting texts without any mistakes, which is a very important reason. Open class needs the tacit cooperation between teachers and students who have never taught before, in order to make this class perfect and make all teachers full of praise.

The above is the performance of our class. After this class, the teacher told the class teacher that I tried many classes in the open class, "Your class is the best", and all the teachers who came to attend the class were "full of praise" as mentioned above. I still remember that there was an open political class before, and the teacher told the class teacher, "I don't want to listen to your class anymore!" " "and" Your class is the best! " These two sentences form a sharp contrast, which also shows that our class has been making continuous efforts and making progress since we took the "open political class". I believe that no more teachers will say "I don't want to listen to your class".

This should also be the "first open math class" in this half semester, and it is also the most wonderful section!

In fact, getting along is an art, and we should also follow the art of communication in the process of interacting with people. Communication also has its special laws. When dealing with people, we should respect, understand and tolerate each other. We should be warm and generous, lively and cheerful, and we can joke appropriately, but not too much.

In class, I walk side by side with my friends. I walked on his left, while a man walked on his right. So I patted him on the back of the head with my right hand, then shrank back in lightning speed, and then I waited for the performance. Sure enough, he blamed the man on the right and patted him on the head. The man on the right also witnessed me patting him on the head and couldn't help laughing. I couldn't help laughing when I looked at him blankly. It dawned on him that he patted me on the head, and then we walked forward with a smile.

After dinner, I argued with my classmates about something in the classroom. We argued so fiercely that our faces turned from white to red. We quarreled louder and louder, and the tone became more and more intense. He began to refute my point of view in vicious language: "You are so stupid! Obviously, there are fish in your head! " When he finished, he rolled his eyes at me and challenged me. But I ignored him, just refuted him in the most civilized language, as the saying goes, "Take a step back and broaden the horizon"! Soon after, he finally understood, and his face fully showed his apology to me. This time, tolerance allows us to have the best of both worlds instead of losing both sides.

There should also be a certain distance between people. If you are too far away, you will feel lack of enthusiasm and friendliness, and you will feel too alienated. Proper distance will make people feel more natural. But don't get too close, it will make people feel nervous, disgusted and other unpleasant emotions, which will affect people's emotions.

In a word, there is a certain art in getting along with others. Grasping the art of communication between good people will make people have more friends, thus increasing the fun of life.

Seventh grade narrative composition 8 "Thousands of families always exchange new peaches for old ones." The arrival of the new year is always accompanied by laughter. People all over the country are celebrating the New Year, hanging lanterns, setting off firecrackers and eating New Year's Eve.

This year is 20xx, and people in my hometown are also preparing for the New Year. Red lanterns of different sizes are hung in the streets and alleys, and riddles are hung under the lights. Cross couplets are also posted around the door of every household, and the inverted "blessing" is also posted on the door and inside the house.

In my hometown, drinking sesame tea is popular during the Spring Festival. Everyone in the family has a bowl, drink it while it's hot! It's cold, which will cool everyone's heart. My brother always drinks it directly, leaving no sesame seeds, and then shouts, "Another drink!" " "Everyone was naturally amused by his stupidity.

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Today is New Year's Eve. I recall the good old days, and think of the festive scene of "a year without firecrackers, spring breeze in send warm into Tu Su". Now that my hometown is celebrating the New Year, it has no taste of that year.

The custom of Chinese New Year has changed, from lucky money to WeChat red envelopes, from New Year's Eve to group fun, from solve riddles on the lanterns to electronic puzzle games. Everything is different from before. What makes these things change so much?

In fact, I already have the answer in my heart, but I still think about it for a long time. It was near dusk, and watching the sun set, several friends came to my house and invited me to play computer games. I gasped and said quietly, "Today is New Year's Eve. Let's stop playing and chat with our family. " They suddenly felt confused. At this time, a deep card shouted: "That is, the Chinese New Year should be like the Chinese New Year!" Everyone broke up with a smile.

Year, it is natural to have a taste of the year!

On the evening of February 7, it snowed heavily. The next morning, I couldn't wait to open the window and shouted excitedly, "Wow! How beautiful! The mountains are covered with snow, and the fields and the ground are covered with a white dress. A thick layer of snow is deposited on the ground, which seems to let us fly freely in the paradise of snow.

When I was having breakfast, I saw a little sister slip on the road. I ran to help her up. At this moment, I thought: the ground slipped and fell. Only when the ground doesn't slide will it not slide.

Grandma told me: "Sweeping snow requires a broom or shovel!" " "I started with a broom, because I think it is much lighter than a shovel! But I never imagined that it would be difficult for a broom to sweep the snow to another place. I swept for twenty minutes and only swept a small area. As a result, I dug and dug with that heavy shovel for more than ten minutes. My side has been piled as high as a hill. I saw more and more people sweeping the snow, and the road suddenly became shiny! I watched people walking on the road without falling down, and I smiled with relief!

The north wind blows on my tender little face, like a knife, and my fingers are painful with cold and red as carrots. Although I am a nobody in the snow sweeping crowd, I feel warm in my heart because I can do my bit for this snow sweeping.

Everyone pushed and shoveled, their heads were steaming, and the spacious road was exposed a little. The sound of shoveling snow, sweeping snow and laughter are intertwined, forming an unknown piece of music. I can't help but admire from the bottom of my heart: "The snow scene is really beautiful, but this labor scene is more beautiful!"

On the seventh grade narrative composition 10, it rained heavily. I was having a sketch class at my teacher's house, watching the rain outside the window. I have no intention of lifting the brush, thinking about how to go home, hoping that God can see the rain stop soon. ...

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The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and there is no intention of stopping. The waterfall on the glass window makes everything outside the window so blurred.

After class, I eagerly went downstairs. I saw a familiar figure in the dim light. Although a few meters away, I can still smell the refreshing smell of soap. -It's Mom! I immediately rushed to Xiangxiang and jumped on my mother's bike. Listening to the "creaking" of bicycles and smelling the unique smell of soap on my mother's body, I have forgotten the troubles caused by rain. Raindrops mercilessly swept across my mother's haggard face, while I was sucking the fragrance in the back seat of my bike. Under the care of my mother, raindrops never fell on me.

Once upon a time, I was bothered by my mother's nagging and even accused her to her face, but my mother always laughed it off and never blamed me.

I want to take this opportunity to paraphrase a classic line:

Once there was a nagging lingering in my ear, I didn't cherish it, and I regretted it until I was wrong ... If God could give me another chance, mom, I would say three words "I'm sorry" to you!

"A drop of water pays off a spring", let alone your own mother? ! Your mother's love for you is still unknown in your life, but your mother has never asked for anything in return. Isn't such love worth cherishing with your life? !

Comments: This narrative prose is sincere in emotion and coherent in narration. The title "Unforgettable rainy night, Unforgettable fragrance" is very poetic. The main part of the article describes an incident in which my mother took me home by bike on a rainy night. There is love for my mother between the lines. In the end, the feelings sublimated: "the grace of dripping water is rewarded with a spring", not to mention his mother? ! Your mother's love for you is still unknown in your life, but your mother has never asked for anything in return. Isn't such love worth cherishing with your life? !

Seventh grade narrative composition 1 1 After a long and unremarkable life, I yearn for a different life. I have always wanted to live without mechanization every day since I was a child, but just attending classes, eating and sleeping every day has touched my energy and mood, and I have no time to take risks, because these different things may affect the rhythm of normal life if they are not handled well.

Yesterday noon was a different noon. A friend of mine asked me not to go home and play outside with him for a noon. But I was tired of school life and wanted to have a good rest at noon, so I turned him down. But when I got home, I found another guest. I felt a little noisy and couldn't sleep, so I called him again. It's different. It started like this at noon.

I found him in the game hall, and then we walked to school together. Just when we were thinking about where to play, we suddenly remembered the park and lake near our school and decided to go there. We chatted and left, and we will arrive soon. As soon as I entered the park, I still felt familiar. I just entered several avenues. There are tall trees beside the avenue, which look lush. Further down, it becomes a dirt road. At that time, a less developed community was very calm. We went straight to the hillside, but because of time, we didn't go up the mountain to have a look again. There is a bridge connecting the small island in the lake, where people often fish and exercise. Maybe there is no one at noon. It is very quiet there. We just sat on the stone bench by the lake and chatted. The breeze shook the willows, but the water did not ripple. It's sunny, but not very hot. This feeling is really great.

Although it is just an ordinary trip to the park, in this tedious and repetitive study life, in a lifeless life where everything is planned, such a trip at noon is special enough. I just found out that I don't need to be prepared to do something different. I just need to have a heart that loves adventure, breaks away from convention and discovers the good things in life.

Seventh grade narrative composition 12 love is a ray of sunshine, which gives us warmth; Love is a clear spring rain that moistens us; Love is a cotton-padded jacket, which gives us warmth ... There is a lot of love in life waiting for us to discover and savor. One morning, I was called by my mother. She kindly said to me, "Han Han, I watched the weather forecast yesterday, and it will rain today." My mother said and handed me an umbrella. I didn't answer it. I just looked up at the sky. It was sunny and clear in Wan Li. There was no sign of rain at all.

The bird in the tree is very happy. Calling friends is showing off her crisp voice and singing tactfully. Other mothers also got up early and prepared a big breakfast for the newborn babies. Suddenly I thought I was going to be late, so I grabbed my schoolbag and left. It's time to finish school in the afternoon. It is cloudy and windy outside. First the raindrops as big as beans fell, and then it rained cats and dogs. Students left the classroom one after another, some holding umbrellas, some wearing raincoats, and some being picked up by their parents.

I'm standing outside the classroom alone. I don't think anyone will pick me up! My father is on a business trip and my mother is ill with a high fever. I began to regret not listening to my mother this morning. I looked out of the window, lost in thought, and suddenly found a familiar figure in the rain, that's my mother! She approached me step by step in the heavy rain, and I saw my mother's hair sticking to her face and dripping with rain beads; I found my mother's pants soaked and covered with mud; I also found that my mother's lips were purple and she was trembling all over. Thinking that my mother had a high fever but came to take me home in the rain, I threw myself into my mother's arms and tears rolled down my eyes, like broken beads and more like raindrops.

As long as you find it with your heart and taste it with your heart, you will find love everywhere. She is happy in the umbrella given by her mother, the braised pork cooked by her father and the cotton-padded jacket sewn by her grandmother.

Seventh grade narrative composition 13 flies like water. In the fleeting time, I have finished half a semester. Life in these two months has been bittersweet and sour. I don't know. At this time, I fell into deep thought, and my thoughts flew around in trouble. On the first day of my life, I reappeared in front of me like a video.

The first day is sweet. Since I entered the first grade, I have made many excellent friends, and they have a lot to learn from. When I made up my mind to surpass them, my heart was so sweet.

The first day was hard. Because I entered junior high school, I added four tired subjects: politics, history, geography and biology. After this lesson, I often study that subject. Compared with primary school, I have less time to play and feel very busy. In this busyness, I understand that I can't be lazy, but I can't. I always comfort myself in my heart. I won't be lazy next time. Laziness will only bring me failure!

What was the smell on the first day? I have the answer. It's a hundred flavors. When I think of the trust of teachers and the concern of classmates in primary school; I can't help feeling sour when I think of the scene when my classmates could not bear to part with me when I graduated from primary school. When praised by the teacher; When we discuss the question and get the correct answer; I can't help feeling sweet in my heart. When a person's kindness is misunderstood by others, his heart is painful. ...

Everyone is integrated into a group. At the sports meeting, everything in the class was shared by 79 lovely adults. In learning, the difficulties in the class are also spent by 79 lovely adults ... Anyway, the students have become a United and friendly group.

Every bit of the first day is vivid in my mind, and this interesting time will remain in my memory forever.

Seventh grade narrative composition 14 childhood life has joys and sorrows, every experience is a beautiful memory, every moment is a happy moment, and every second has gorgeous colors.

The sixth grade is a wonderful time with my precious "picture book". Also in autumn, I did something I regretted very much.

In September, leaves fall, and the cool autumn wind caresses everyone's cheeks. We have been in school for some time, but the monitor has not been elected yet. The head teacher held a class meeting to choose the monitor.

The head teacher walked slowly to the classroom, and we didn't dare to look at her seriously, for fear that we would become the monitor. The squad leader is the largest and the management scope is also the largest. We don't take this responsibility because we are afraid of making mistakes.

The head teacher stepped onto the platform and scanned all of us with sharp eyes. We lowered our heads even lower. The head teacher said to us in a serious tone: "Today, our class elected a monitor. Who wants to be the monitor? "

There was silence in the classroom, so quiet that you could hear a needle fall to the ground. The head teacher's face tightened immediately, which was a pre-disaster notice. In fact, I really want to be a monitor, but I can't give up because of timidity.

The class teacher asked again, "Who wants to be the monitor?" I'm struggling inside. Should I raise my hand? Can I take this responsibility? I want to be, but I'm afraid. After inner struggle, I gradually raised my hand, but it was too late-someone had already beat me to it. I immediately withdrew my hand.

The head teacher smiled knowingly and said, "Give her some applause!" After that, warm applause broke out at the scene. That female classmate succeeded in becoming the monitor. I regret not raising my hand earlier. Alas!

There is only one chance! In my future life, I will seize every opportunity. Set out for the future!

Seventh grade narrative composition 15 The most solemn and lively festival of the year has come, and the days are getting closer and closer, and the flavor of the year is getting stronger and stronger.

During the day, the streets are decorated with lights and colorful decorations. When we look around, they are all happy red. I'm looking forward to the Spring Festival, and people are laughing.

In my opinion, the flavor of the year is accompanied by firecrackers and fireworks. But now it has begun to ban and limit combustion. Today is New Year's Eve. Noisy rooms, loud laughter, children's slapstick, separate the depressed streets outside. Looking up at the dark night sky, different from previous years, I didn't set off firecrackers in advance this year. Looking out of the window will make me feel quiet and deserted. I can't believe that today last year, I was still complaining about the noise of fireworks. Today, there is no such scratching sound, and I am somewhat disappointed. My father, who was chatting with his family, noticed me and said with a smile, "You wait. Without this fireworks, I really lost a little taste of the year, which seemed a bit deserted. " I was shocked and my father noticed.

At this time, the TV came the voice of the New Year countdown. "countdown to the last ten seconds!" "Three, two, ..."

I didn't even hear the last second of the countdown, but the voice in my ear has told me that this is a new year! I couldn't wait to run out of the window. What caught my eye was countless fireworks in the sky. They seemed to compete with each other one after another, and the golden snake and silver flowers danced together, which was beautiful. For a time, it lit up the night sky and also lit up people's smiling faces. Looking back, in the warm room, people were left sleepy and tired, as if they were all infected by the thick atmosphere. The laughter of adults and the screams of children merged into an ocean of joy. Suddenly in my heart, a sense of happiness arises spontaneously.

When I get up in the morning, I look out of the window. The red paper on the ground is like the red flowers on the earth. I have deep feelings in my heart. The ancients said: "firecrackers are one year old, and spring breeze warms Tu Su." Spring Festival, Spring Festival, with that lively voice, I just had an interesting year.