Goodbye seventh grade composition 1 Open this commemorative book bearing our dreams, childhood and memories. Facing these familiar faces. I seem to have returned to the familiar campus, familiar flowers and plants, familiar classrooms and familiar voices. How wonderful all this is. But I can never go back to the purest and most fulfilling primary school time.
That night was my last night with my primary school classmates. Although it's past seven, it's not dark yet. We are sitting in a chair, and we have entered a state of study, and we are not moving at the moment. Everyone's eyes are shining with tears. There is a rainbow on the horizon, as if this important moment of night was born for this. This is the first time we have encountered a rainbow in six years. Maybe the rainbow also wants to witness that the flower of our friendship will never fade!
At the graduation ceremony, I was the host. It not only announced the commencement of graduation ceremony, but also announced the end of graduation ceremony. I stand on the stage, and the words flow in my heart, and also in your heart. Teacher Zhang's speech in my class deeply touched me: "The teacher's biggest regret is that his limited knowledge can't satisfy your curiosity. Sorry, I hope you will shine in the years to come. " I suddenly burst into tears and the teacher's eyes were red. The last thing I want is to arrive as promised. At this moment, I just want to jump on it and say, "No, sir. It is because of your profound knowledge that I am today's brilliant. Thank you, Teacher Zhang, Teacher Tan, He Laoshi, classmates ... "
The water is smart and elegant, but it has endless blue tranquility; The mountains are steady and steady, but the mountains are all traces of light green ... However, all these can be reborn with the passage of time ... But our innocence and sincere feelings in primary school are always buried in the sigh of time. If you can go to Never Say Goodbye and let time stand still, can you laugh and play together again? If you can graduate from Never Say Goodbye, will everyone snuggle up to you and follow you?
The sky is as clear and bright as ever, as empty and bright as ever. May we never say goodbye to graduation. ...
Goodbye, I have a bad habit since I was very young-doing everything slowly, which is not normal. I don't know how many things have been delayed and how many times I have been scolded by my mother. I am also very upset, but I just can't change it.
When I was in primary school, there was little homework in primary school and I didn't feel anything. But since I entered junior high school, the problem has arisen-whether I am an official or a writer, I am particularly slow. In the composition class, the Chinese teacher asked us to write a semi-propositional composition. I wrote more than 500 words. When people wrote more than 350 words, I only wrote a little more than 200. After a while, the Chinese teacher said, "There are still ten minutes to hand in the composition." I was so scared that I broke into a cold sweat. I immediately "worked hard" to finish my composition.
Originally, I took a muddle-along attitude and never got rid of this bad habit, letting it exist all the time, but I regretted it within a few weeks.
The mid-term exam is coming, and the last essay question in the Chinese exam requires us to write a 600-word composition, but I dawdled here and there. By the end of the exam, I had only written 300 words, only half of the words specified in the test paper.
After the exam, I was on tenterhooks all day, afraid to see my grades, but it was no use being on tenterhooks. I still have to hand out my due papers, and my Chinese scores are ... terrible. Made my dad scold me.
From then on, I made up my mind-in any case, I must get rid of my bad habits and say goodbye to chronic patients.
I'm like a different person. What I can do in ten minutes can never be done in twenty minutes. Never put off till tomorrow what you can do today.
Facts have proved that my correction plan is still very effective. I succeeded in correcting my shortcomings. I didn't make the same mistake again in the final exam.
Goodbye Seventh Grade Composition 3 The summer heat seems to have faded because of the arrival of September, and the' leaves' that turn yellow and fall early on some trees actually mean' fallen leaves in early autumn'. And I, in this sweet-scented osmanthus full of branches in September, ushered in my eighth grade with my schoolbag on my back. When I was thinking about how to say goodbye to the seventh grade, several new seventh-grade freshmen suddenly broke into my eyes. They are all full of energy and greet the new tomorrow with the most abundant energy. I can't help thinking of myself. At that time, I was very naive, and fun was common. Now, I think I should grow up. Goodbye, my innocence. Goodbye, my seventh grade. The sun shines on the window glass, making the scenery outside the window very soft. I vaguely heard the words "graduation" and "alumni record", and I smiled. Once upon a time, I was also worried about leaving. I am also sad to think that I will soon part ways and become the most familiar stranger. But I'm in grade two, and I've grown up. I am used to parting, so I am used to it. Don't be sad, because we are growing, just like the Ferris wheel, forever. Goodbye, my seventh grade. Only by saying goodbye to the past can I look forward to the future.
It's dark, just like the atmosphere between my mother and me. There will inevitably be some small emotions in adolescence, and it's common to talk back to my mother. I blame her for not being sensible, and she blames me for not being sensible. When we met, it was silence. As soon as I entered junior high school, I didn't know to take a step back. An apology is enough to make my mother and I smile. Now, I have learned to control, goodbye, my willfulness; Goodbye, my smelly temper; Goodbye, too, my seventh grade.
This may be a process that everyone needs to go through when growing up. This process is long and short, bitter and happy, and it is also worth remembering. But memories are always forgotten, and only words are worth cherishing, so I wrote this article.
Time is like a trickle. It took me to another spring and autumn in an instant. Bo, I have said goodbye to the first day; I beckoned, and I also ushered in the second day. I am so disappointed. I have laughed, cried and been crazy, and I will never forget it.
In the seventh grade, we were still childlike, trying to get rid of the empty and boring days and go to the world outside the wall. When we climbed to the top of the wall, we found that the world outside the wall was still the same. I like the afternoon sunshine, like a moldy sock lying on the grass in the sun, letting the breeze blow through our hair tips and cheeks. The pace of time is as soft as a gust of wind, passing through our bodies and sad years. In my heart, there is only too much love, those exclusive memories that we don't know.
In seventh grade, we were proud of being competitive. After failure and collapse, we rushed out of the house like crazy animals in the rain, and thin rain threads were tightly woven into a hazy net in the sky. The wind is not so biting, but it is also a little cold. Walking quietly on the deserted road, it seems that the whole world is so gloomy and wants to give up on me. Tears rushed out unscrupulously in the wandering footsteps. Suddenly, the heavy rain stopped raging and I looked up. A pure umbrella blooms in my head and heart, just like Yu Lian in summer, coming out of the mud without being defiled. Laughing and crying and hugging each other.
In the seventh grade, we have a vibrant dream. Every morning, the bell comes as scheduled, and the graceful figure passes by, stepping on a faint melody, facing the scorching sun, flying into the distance and heading all the way to the destination. On the playground of Class 83, we formed a colorful picture scroll, which was slowly spread out in time, so beautiful but so vigorous. Time seems to have frozen. Eternal moment.
In seventh grade, we were a big family full of happiness. Once I slammed the door for the teacher and felt deeply guilty together; I once burst into laughter for a classmate's joke; I fought for the sports meeting again and again, shouting loudly together ... time is like a pig knife, making people old. In the eighth grade, we will run hand in hand to the future and to our fiery dreams. I believe those tiny moments can't slip through my fingers after all, and I hold them tightly in my hand.
Goodbye. One day, you should grow up bravely, look up at the harsh sunshine, close the pages and forget your wonderful childhood.
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Childhood is like a white paper plane, flying over a beautiful and nostalgic arc. With the gradual growth of age, with this large roll of gray paper and black words, I gradually drifted away. I don't understand why I can't be like me before. Why not look back on childhood?
When I was a child, I only needed a candy and a new dress to play for several days. Why don't I feel this way now?
On that mysterious hillside, watching the dew across the treetops, fireflies give off warm light, watching the silver moonlight hanging on the branches, and slowly illuminating the treetops with warmth. Do I still feel this way?
In the green, turquoise grass, sunny grass, crystal clear grass, holding the string of kites, carrying dreams to run, the whistling wind behind you, whispering beautiful fairy tales to you. Now, will I do it again?
Not anymore, not anymore.
Those innocent days with honey in the sun are getting farther and farther away in the birthday songs again and again.
Step into the bleak road of teenagers and look back on the road of childhood. All those laughter and laughter have become memories. Now I have grown up. Don't pester the river naughty, and don't leave happy footprints on the beach. Just sit quietly and listen to the sound of the river flowing quietly.
With this boat, with childhood innocence and dreams, I sailed quietly and drifted quietly, leaving me with a wave-like ocean of life.
I can't fix it! I can't fix it!
Our childhood, like a gust of wind, threw our paper plane out of the horizon, leaving only the word "goodbye". But there was no response for a long time. Let go of wayward tears! Respond to him bravely and answer this reluctant childhood firmly.
"Goodbye!"
Goodbye, my colorful childhood; Goodbye, my childhood full of laughter; Goodbye, childhood that is gone forever.
Goodbye seventh grade composition 6. In the blooming season, you floated into my dream with the fragrance of flowers. ...
The snow in winter has melted, the flowers in spring have sprouted, and you are flapping your wings and flying. Like a gust of wind, it drifted away.
Your colorful clothes are like my colorful dreams. In the dream, you take your partner with me and my partner, you fly in the sky and we jump on the grass; In my dream, my mother whispered in my ear and told me bedtime stories and beautiful fairy tales about butterflies. You and your mother join in the fun, fly to my side and listen to my mother's story. In the dream, we entered another dream and entered our fairy tale world. Suddenly, the wind and rain suddenly changed, the dream woke up, and you flew away ... goodbye, butterfly!
Your white and beautiful clothes are like my pure heart. The wind blew, bringing bursts of flowers. I ran on the endless grassland, looking at the endless green, and my face flushed. You dance in the green field, I run to you, you fly away, and I want to be close to you more and more. You fly, I chase, and finally, I hold you in my hand, thinking that you will only play with me from now on. However, you are so unreasonable. I like you, but you tell me pathologically that you don't like me. I'm really sorry to see you dying. I see, liking is not necessarily possession. I can't be so selfish I want you to go and set you free. I let go of my hand, and you flew away to the green field that belongs to you. Goodbye, butterfly!
Your rough cocoon is like my suffering. One rainy night, the sound of rain dripping on the leaves woke me up. I got up and looked at the failed test paper, and I was very sad. Out of the room, through the windowsill, I saw you safely hiding in the cocoon, constantly feeling the pain I suffered. Until the next morning, when I went to see you again, you were breaking away from the cocoon that closed you. Your beautiful wings finally broke free. After a while, you completely broke free and you became a butterfly. After suffering, you have your own glory, and you fly away with a little pride. You made me understand that you can only see the rainbow after experiencing wind and rain, and life after suffering will be more exciting! Thank you, butterfly. Goodbye, butterfly!
In this way, you accompanied me, gave me a happy childhood, gave me a pure dream, and gave me the courage to face difficulties. My life is better with you.
You are like a gust of wind, flying and flying, cheerful and beautiful as a dream. Goodbye, butterfly, we will meet again!
Goodbye seventh grade composition 7 I still remember that when I first entered middle school, the rising sun was like a red cherry, which dyed half the sky red.
At that time, the sunshine was as clear as spring water.
Everything in middle school is brand-new and unfamiliar, which inevitably makes us more and more green when we first leave primary school. Although as early as before, information about middle school was always introduced into our ears, when we really faced it, what sprouted in our hearts was a little fear and surprise.
At that time, the sun was as hot as a fireball.
Through a period of getting along, I gradually found that my classmates and teachers around me no longer wore strange coats, but always smelled that familiarity and friendliness. However, slowly, the students lost their original youth, and some minor things surfaced, which made our whispering teacher feel anxious. I still remember that time when the teacher stood on the podium and scolded me. What is the reason? I forgot too. I never remember many bad things. I only remember that there was a faint smell of anger on the teacher's face, and his voice was much higher than usual. I don't think this is what the teacher wants. It is our disobedience that makes the teacher severe.
The teacher put up with hardships and walked with us for a year in a blink of an eye. That's "spring silkworms will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night." How can we repay?
At that time, the sun was like a semicircle.
The life of the first grade is coming to an end. Everyone is like a bow and arrow ready to go, straining their nerves and working hard for the exam. When I came to school with dark circles in the morning, I met my old classmates on the way. I thought it was a gloomy day, but great changes have taken place because of the other party's "Come on", as if spring is coming again, with flowers in full bloom and leaves like jade. I said excitedly, "You too". At the moment, both of them laughed, but they didn't tell them in their hearts. At this time, I realized how charming a sentence is, and it probably brought a sweet memory.
At that time, the sun quietly set, but the starry sky was still beautiful.
We bid farewell to the first grade, the initial youth and the old days. Now we look forward to the future, look forward to the future, and greet the new sunrise with the blazing sun!
Goodbye, my first day! I'll look back at you somewhere in the future.
Goodbye, the road to life is always full of opportunities to meet. When childhood playmates meet again, they are in their prime; The ruins of the past, when I saw you again, there were many tall buildings. ...
"Students, stand up." "Hello, teacher!" Chinese class is so slow, hurry up and finish school! I want to play table tennis, too. I keep muttering in my mind.
After all the hard work, I finally look forward to the time of school. I don't care that much. I quickly ran to the table tennis case, stood in a good position and waited for my playmate to arrive.
Trees sheltered me from the vicious attack of the sun, and green grass relaxed my tired eyes. The sky is so blue and transparent.
Looking back, the happiness of childhood is gone forever, and the figure of my alma mater is becoming more and more blurred. ...
"Today is Friday, shall we play table tennis?" "Well, wait for them." The heavy schoolwork burden in junior high school has bent our waist. It was not until Friday that we talked about where to play together with relief and temporarily forgot the teacher's suggestions and parents' expectations.
Back to my alma mater, I felt kind when I watched the table tennis case we played together when I was a child. A breeze blew, and I felt infinitely cool. As before, the grass is still green, the sky is still blue, and the campus is still spotless. However, the teacher who taught us as a child has long been lost, leaving only faint memories.
"Don't think about sad things, think about now, live now, it's your turn to play." A word from my classmate brought me back to reality from my memory. Being carried away by play, we didn't notice the change of weather until. ...
It was raining in Mao Mao, and the trees were blown to the east and west, and the piled balls were blown to the left and right. "Go home, it's raining." "Let's go, it will be big in the future."
After all, I can't go back to my primary school life because time can't go back. Cherish the present, do the present well, and don't know how to cherish until you lose it.