The seventh grade moved the composition by 700 words.

In daily study, work or life, everyone has dealt with writing. Writing is a narrative way in which people express the relevant knowledge, experience and thoughts stored in memory in written form. I believe many friends are very upset about writing a composition. The following are four 700-word touching compositions that I compiled for you. Welcome to reading. I hope you will like them.

In the seventh grade, I was moved by the 700-word composition 1 Xishuangbanna in the south and Moldoga in the north.

In the midsummer of August, I came to Moldaoga, Inner Mongolia. In Mongolian, "Mo 'erdaoga" means "steed goes out to war", covering an area of 57. 80,000 hectares, the park retains the last cold temperate forest in China, with both geological and geomorphological landscapes. Although the best tourist season is in summer, it is different all year round. Every spring, when the azaleas are in full bloom all over the mountain, there will be a beautiful snow falling on the bright red flowers, which is a spectacle. There is also a beautiful talk in the local area that "born in Yunlin, snow comes with flowers". Needless to say, in Xia Dong, the land of Xing 'an in autumn is full of autumn colors, with diverse tree species and wider horizons.

Such a beautiful scenery, but I am absent-minded

My mother just told me about going back to cram school after the trip, which made me happy as if I were in a fog and suddenly fell to the bottom. Perhaps because of disappointment, I inadvertently swept the beautiful scenery around me. Near dusk, lush trees keep shading, the rosy sky is exposed among the branches, and golden clouds are floating. The endless pine, cypress, bamboo and wood stand here like a majestic general, and the green lawn at the foot is loosely like an endless green carpet. The leaves of the grass are also dotted with delicate dewdrops and clusters of unknown flowers, emitting a fragrance.

In the distance, the face of the sky is red, and the rosy clouds are rippling like autumn water. The rolling mountains are dark blue and dark green, and the peaks are covered with an orange glow. Surrounded by forests, there is a lake that illuminates the whole mountain like a night pearl. At the moment, my eyes froze. I saw a bird, stumbling to its feet, flapping its wings twice and starting to fly, but it fell less than half a meter. Look at this, it seems that you have just started learning to fly. Sure enough, it "chirped" and stood up again. Different from before, its eyes are a little more cautious, even a little ... firm, but the result is no different. I fell twice in embarrassment. The third time, it stood up again, as if it didn't care about the previous "injury" and stood up again. Fortunately, I finally flew to one meter. I stared at it together, watching it climb up and fall down, watching it stand up and fall down, and so on, from dusk to sunset, all the time. I looked at the small, struggling figure, and my dry eyes suddenly burst into tears. So hard, just to stand at the top of the tree, what qualifications do I have, shouting bitterness and tiredness, giving up?

I left quickly, and its small shadow has merged with the silent lake. ...

Our ancestors once lived in nature for millions of years. Nature is like a mother who nurtures human beings, like a friend who gives them joy, like a teacher who teaches them. The heartfelt attachment and love for nature is the innate emotion of each of us. Today, many people forget this feeling in their busy lives and anxious lives. In fact, this feeling is in each of us, just waiting for us to discover and discover again.

Dear you, please calm down, look at the fantastic colors of nature, listen to the sounds of nature, and accept the caress of nature safely!

The seventh grade action article 700 words 2 "June 1" is the happiest day for children, but I cried more than once. I made a mistake last time, which made it impossible for me to improve my score. This time, it was me again. Although it was a rehearsal, I was really scared, because I officially performed it not long after the rehearsal.

I cried at that time. This is the first time I shed tears today. When I entered the classroom, the class teacher asked me what my shortcomings were. I was afraid that teacher Chen would be worried, so I said no. As soon as this sentence was said, my heart trembled. How can I lie to the teacher? I don't want to, but what can I do? About ten minutes later, the students moved their chairs to the playground, ready to watch the program. In those ten minutes, Mr. Chen mainly mentioned our dancing classmates and asked the whole class to cheer for us. I was moved, and I cried again. When the classmates were all down, Mr. Chen called me to the office and asked me what was wrong. I quickly wiped away my tears and smiled and said, "Nothing, just a little nervous." Teacher Chen immediately held me in her arms. This is the second time I have been held in my arms by my teacher since I was a child. I cried again. It's been more than two years since the last time the teacher hugged me. In fact, some teachers will do this to me. This hug lasted about 2 minutes. We didn't say a word in those two minutes. Only I closed my eyes and wept silently. I think my tears are wet. Give me some water to drink, for fear that I won't be full at noon, and stop me from going down to buy something for me to eat. She also taught me to take a deep breath and relax, and used her childhood as an example. Only then did I realize how fragile I was and how vulnerable I was to failure.

Teacher Chen asked me to smile on stage. I can't, but I can only try to be brave. Close your eyes, let the tears flow back and return to your heart. I suffer silently and don't want to share the pain with others, because that will only make me look selfish. I don't want to be a selfish person. I just want to share my happiness with you, but on this day, I didn't, but I was very moved.

When we were performing, the students below simply ignored us and asked us to perform. I really want to stop. At this moment, the smile I finally produced disappeared again. I can't take it anymore. After all, this is my first time in charge. Even if the effect is not good, should I react a little? However, all I see is their godless eyes. More than four minutes passed. We finally stepped down and hid in the background. I cried again. What happened today? How can there be so many tears? I can't stop crying. This time, I was crying about the reaction of the audience. Is it really that bad? I don't believe it. Even worse, there are still some good effects, right?

Cosmetics are almost gone. A good friend said, "Don't cry. You see, the makeup is all gone and people are not good-looking. " And I replied, "If you spend it, you spend it. The effect is so poor. What's the use of looking good? " Say that finish, continue to cry.

In this way, I cried four times a day, and I was really fragile. If I don't behave well in the future, I'm really sorry for Mr. Chen, and I'm sorry for Class 8, Grade 20xx!

7 th grade touching composition 700 words 3 touching is the first dew shining in the morning; Touching is the ripple caused by the breeze blowing the pink petals in the stream; Touching is the gentle birdsong that touches the heartstrings after the rain; Touching is an infinite reverie caused by moonlight spreading all over the earth ... We have experienced countless touches in our lives, but what touched me most is an ordinary swallow.

I remember last summer vacation, my parents took me to travel to Nandaihe. When we checked into the hotel, I found a swallow's nest under the eaves. In this warm little home lives a mother swallow and her three children. Every evening, I can see the mother swallow coming back from the outside, feeding the little swallow quickly with food in her mouth, and then leaving quickly. In this way, she feeds her children endlessly. I can enjoy this scene every day.

On this day, Mother Swallow still goes out for food as usual. Who knew the weather at the seaside was so changeable in summer? There were no clouds in Wan Li just now, but now it is overcast. It didn't take long for it to rain cats and dogs. We cancelled today's trip because of the unexpected bad weather. I was trapped in the house, bored looking out of the window, and slowly my eyes fell on the bird's nest. At this time, I found that the swallow was probably hungry and kept chirping like a baby crying, which made me feel sorry. I wonder: where is their mother? Time passed by little by little. Looking at these hungry swallows, my mood became anxious. "Why hasn't Mother Swallow come back yet? It's raining so hard that Mother Swallow must have found a place to hide from the rain. After a while, the swallow will be hungry. " That's what I thought. At this time, I saw the mother swallow flying back against the wind and rain. She stopped by the nest and was soaked to the skin. She shook off the water drops and fed the worm to the hungry swallow. Then, she did not hesitate to fly into the rain in search of food ... This scene made me feel a warm current gushing from my heart. This is a mixture of emotion and admiration. My eyes are moist, this is maternal love! No matter how many difficulties and obstacles, for the sake of children, she will go forward regardless. Love is her motivation! I was moved by this great love. At the end of this journey, I reluctantly looked at this warm nest and wanted to see this great mother again.

Because of maternal love, I was moved. I cherish it because I am moved. Touched by water, moisten my soul! Originated from life, but higher than life. Only by knowing how to be moved can we really be moved!

In the long river of life, there are feelings everywhere. When we suddenly look back and pick up the past that fell to the ground, the unspeakable taste in our hearts is moving.

That smell, like eating mustard, can make people's eyes turn red in an instant.

I am a resident student and often live apart from my parents. However, we are all connected by a thin telephone line, which is full of our warmth.

At the beginning of May, the weather gradually turned hot, and even at night, the air was still filled with thick sultry heat. One night, my roommates and I talked and laughed, and some wolfed down snacks, while I was holding a social book and writing hard. Suddenly, a harsh telephone bell rang, "Didi Didi Didi ~" I wiped the sweat on my face and shook my sore hands. Our dormitory was quiet.

"hello? Who are you looking for? " The students next to him picked up the phone and everyone stared. "It's for you!" My classmate holds my elbow. "For me?" I picked up the phone trembling. "Hello, Bingbing ~" It turned out to be my mother, and a gentle and familiar voice came out. "Well, Mom ~" I replied excitedly. "It's hot, and your quilt is hot!" Mother cares about Tao, just like a kind angel arrival at my side, and my heart can't help being warm. "Mom ~ It's actually okay, not too hot." I don't want to worry my mother either. "I turned over a new quilt for you. Thinner than the original. In addition, it is covered with red cloth. Remember to put that headgear in front! " Mother showed off her toys like a child and said proudly. "Well, I see." I tried to keep my tone calm, but there were still stormy waves in my heart. A seed named touching has quietly sprouted and grown in my heart. I glanced at the bed. Indeed, a thin quilt with a red cloth head lay quietly on my bed, as if smiling at me. "That's it, tomorrow is very hot. Wear less clothes and go to bed early. Don't be too tired. " My mom finally told me. "I see, goodbye, mom!" My voice changed tone, with tears, but not because of sadness, but because of emotion.

Hanging up the phone, I still have the residual temperature of my mobile phone in my hand, the fleeting sour feeling, and the budding emotion in my heart, and danced a most beautiful waltz.

Suddenly, the light went out, not so terrible and dark, but there was a sweet smell spreading around me, illuminating this small dormitory.

Is this the smell of moving?

I nodded, climbed into bed and fell asleep wrapped in a warm quilt. ...

The past is like a shell on the beach, there are countless, but this biggest and brightest shell is the treasure that I will hold in my hand forever, and this touch will remain forever.