In daily study, work and life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition. Composition is a narrative method in which people express the relevant knowledge, experience and thoughts stored in their memory in written form. . I believe many people will find it difficult to write essays. Below are 10 essays from seventh grade junior high schools that I have collected for you. They are for reference only. I hope they can help you.
Composition for the seventh grade of junior high school 1
Time passes quietly like running water, and the original memories gradually fade away with the passage of time, and the little memories left behind seem to be insignificant. precious.
I remember it was a cold winter afternoon, and my mother and I were walking along Liuyan Square. There was a melodious erhu sound coming from the front. I followed the sound and saw several old men in ragged clothes playing the erhu. The deep wrinkles on their foreheads seemed to be memories of time. The brown dirt on my hands couldn't be removed. There was only a dilapidated water glass and a half-eaten football in front of them, with a few one-dollar bills lying alone inside. It looked very pitiful, and a bitter feeling welled up in my heart.
This is a fashionable and tall girl walking towards me. When she passed by, she covered her nose with one hand, quickened her pace, glanced sideways, and unknowingly said something in her mouth. Mumbling something. Following closely, a gentleman in a suit and leather shoes came over. He hugged the briefcase he was holding tightly to his chest, stared at the old people doing business for a while, and then walked away. .
This is another beautiful and generous mother on the opposite side, her warm hands holding her cute little daughter tightly. They were talking about something, and from time to time there was a burst of laughter like silver bells. The little girl heard the music of the erhu, stopped talking with her mother, turned around, and saw the old man playing the erhu, standing there blankly. She gently pulled her mother's clothes with one hand, and pointed to the old man playing the erhu with the other hand and said in her childish voice: "Mom, those old grandfathers are so pitiful, let's help them!" After hearing this, the mother knelt down, hugged the little girl with one hand, and gently stroked the little girl's head with the other hand. She smiled and said, "Our baby has grown up and knows how to help others." After that, she took it from the bag. I paid ten yuan and handed it to the little girl. The little girl took the money, ran to the old man, put the money into the football with both hands, and the old man said gratefully: "Thank you!" The little girl smiled as sweetly as if she had eaten honey.
I couldn’t help but feel a warm current in my heart: What the little girl gave to the old man was not just ten yuan, but also care and love. A pure and true heart made the old man feel a touch of warmth in the harsh winter.
I will always treasure this precious memory deep in my heart, in the softest corner. Composition for the seventh grade of junior high school Part 2
Often because of a song or a color, I think of you inadvertently, your sincerity, your persistence, and the ups and downs you have experienced together. ——Inscription
Do you still remember? On that afternoon when the maple leaves were falling, you said you would always stand behind me and encourage me.
When we were children, we were together, playing together, going to school together, going crazy together, and enjoying pure happiness. In those days, we were never lonely or sad, because with you by my side, we were always happy. Everything feels so beautiful. When I am sad, you comfort me. When I am sick, you carry me to see a doctor. You bring me infinite happiness every time.
I remember that summer, I ran to you crying from home, and you comforted me for most of the day. You also said not to take these little things to heart, and then you took me around on your bicycle. You Riding, I sat behind you and held you tightly, for fear of falling, because I knew you had only learned to ride a bicycle. If you hadn't seen me crying, you wouldn't have been so bold to take me to play, funny I laughed, and you rode cautiously. When we came to the river, you asked me to leave all the unhappy things behind and spit out all the unpleasantness. I hugged you and told you that it was good to have you. Be by my side, otherwise I really won't be strong. You smiled and touched my head and said, "If I'm no longer by your side, you have to be stronger, okay?" I nodded in your arms, I don't take it to heart much, because I know you won't leave, but...everything is often not satisfactory.
Every morning, as soon as I go out, I can see you, and then your warm smile. I know that you get up early every day, and then wait for me to go to school together. Under the reflection of the sun, you Your smile is so beautiful. After school, you were waiting for me outside my classroom, but you were hiding in a place where I couldn't see you, because you were afraid that I was not in the mood for class, and that I would look at you through that window when I was fine. Give me a smile.
We walked through that familiar path together. You held my hand and let me walk behind, because there is a family on this path that has several dogs. You know that I am most afraid of dogs, so You said you wanted to protect me and prevent me from getting hurt at all. I held your hand tightly and walked through this fearful road. You let go of my hand and murmured to me: "I may not be able to do anything in the future." I can’t play with you anymore because my parents want me to go to my grandma’s place to study.” I stood there, unable to accept it, and asked in a low voice: “When?” I tried hard to control my tears and prevent them from flowing down. You said: "Tomorrow..." Tears flowed out. I quickly wiped the tears from my eyes and asked with a smile: "When will I see you off tomorrow?" You lowered your head and said, "It's around seven in the morning. ". Then he held me in his arms and said softly to me: "I will definitely come back. Wait for me. You must take care of yourself. Before I come back, don't hurt yourself. If you are sad, tell me what you want to say." "Speak to that maple tree and I can hear it." I pushed you away and ran back home.
At night, I couldn’t sleep. As long as I thought about you leaving tomorrow, tears flowed down at a loss. When I came under the maple tree, the maple leaves were falling, and my tears flowed down my cheeks. .
The next day, I hurriedly got up early, checked the time, and before I had time, I came to the door of his house, pushed it gently, and found that the door was open. I walked in and saw A piece of snow-white paper was placed on the table. I picked it up and saw that it was a letter. After reading it, I shed tears again.
I will never forget the days I walked with you. I will wait under the maple tree for you to stand behind me and encourage me again. Essay for the seventh grade of junior high school 3
Students should be happy, from kindergarten to elementary school to junior high school to high school to university... We have been doing our part as students, teachers, parents, you all You say let us understand you, why don’t we want you to understand us?
——Inscription.
Junior high school kids. Do you really want adults to understand you? In fact, every junior high school student is like this. We have our own ideals. Maybe this ideal is very naive, very simple, and very unrealistic, but we also want to be encouraged by our parents.
Junior high school kids. Are you rebellious? Do you feel like your rebellion comes from your parents? In fact, it is our own problem. It is a problem of lack of language communication with parents.
Junior high school kids. Don’t you really want to stay at home and want to go out into the outside world? hehe. In fact, this feeling comes from parents. It is because children are controlled too tightly, and children who are too tight cannot enjoy freedom at all.
I am a very rebellious girl. Go to Internet cafes, karaoke bars... But I tried my best to correct it. Because, I understand adults.
I am a girl who longs for freedom. But I struggled to learn.
Because I want to fly further.
We, the children in junior high schools, should stop being rebellious, take back the innocence that belongs to us, and stop engaging in mainstream, falling in love, or cutting our wrists. Stop struggling with yourself and build a good relationship with your parents. You will feel that they are the ones who care about you the most.
Classmates, we are just children. We cannot afford to be hurt by puppy love or loss of virginity.
Classmates, we are just children, and children should be innocent, cute and simple.
Students, no matter what, filial piety comes first, and parents are the biggest.
Classmates, I only write this secret for you. Composition for the seventh grade of junior high school Part 4
Hello everyone! My name is the moon. When you hear my name, you must have thought of beautiful legends such as Chang'e flying to the moon and the Jade Rabbit making medicine! Do you want to know more about me? Then please listen to my self-report!
In your minds, I am a magical and beautiful planet. There should be the silvery Guanghan Palace above me; there should be countless exotic flowers and plants; there should be Chang'e's Jade Rabbit; there should be Wu Gang cutting Gui... But in fact, I have no oxygen for you to breathe, so there is no life; there is no The source of life - water, there is no wind, snow, rain and dew; without sound, there is death-like silence; there is no strong gravity. My gravity is only one-sixth of the earth, and I can surpass the Olympic high jump in one jump. Record. What will surprise you even more is: my highest temperature is 150 degrees, and you can bake eggs by putting them on it; but at night, my temperature is only minus 120 degrees. If you don’t wear a space suit, you will freeze into ice. piece.
My place here is the same as yours on Earth, with plains, hills, basins, mountains, moon caves... The highest peak is 9 kilometers, which is much higher than Mount Everest on your Earth. Usually the brightest places you see are mountains, and the darkest places are basins. Especially the endless craters on my body are just like the large craters on your earth. There are minerals on them that are not found on your earth.
You see me hanging in the sky, only the size of a jade plate. In fact, I am a huge planet. My diameter is 3476 kilometers, which is a quarter of the earth. Because I am 380,000 kilometers away from the earth, you can see me traveling in the sky like a small boat. Although I am very small, I play a big role. I can protect the earth from meteorites flying from the universe and prevent them from hitting the earth. I can also provide my minerals for your development and research.
You usually see me as shining silver, but in fact I don’t shine. But I am like a big mirror that reflects the sun's rays, so that you can see clearly my beautiful face. From the first to the fifteenth day of every month, I gradually change from a "crowned crescent moon" to a "waning moon", and finally to a "waning moon". Sometimes at night, when the earth blocks the way between me and the sun, a lunar eclipse occurs; sometimes during the day, when I block the way between the sun and the earth, a solar eclipse occurs.
Later, I realized that I was not alone on this dark planet. Human beings have many legends about me: Chang'e flying to the moon, Moon Rabbit pounding medicine, Wu Gang cutting cinnamon, Mid-Autumn moon cakes, Yue Lao holding the red thread... In particular, many poets have written many famous lines through the ages: "Poor early September. Three nights, the dew is like pearls and the moon is like a bow." "When will the bright moon come? Ask the blue sky for wine." The planet you have been yearning for for hundreds of years, do you like me? Composition for the seventh grade of junior high school Part 5
The long summer vacation has finally passed, and it is a new beginning. This summer vacation without homework may make many people cheer and have a lot of fun; but many people also regard it as a transitional period between elementary school and junior high school. But no matter what, this summer vacation has passed, and no one can slack off at all, because - when you enter junior high school, everything is new.
The new curriculum—junior high school is not as relaxed and comfortable as elementary school. Look, there are several more courses: geography, history, and biology. Moreover, the content of each subject has become more profound and difficult, and many knowledge points have to be understood and memorized slowly.
Hey, we need to "enlarge" our brains!
New class - bidding farewell to elementary school and entering junior high school, I was assigned to a new class: Class 13 of junior high school. In this class, I only have a few elementary school classmates, and the same is true for others. But I believe that time will allow everyone in the class to get to know each other, establish friendship, and work together to win glory for the class and be proud of the class!
New teachers - just a few days after the start of school, teachers from various subjects have "debuted" one after another. Each teacher has his or her own unique personality and teaching method: the Chinese teacher is more humorous and not rigid in class; the math teacher is more confident and patient in teaching students; the English teacher is more serious and rigorous in class... …but the teachers all try their best to impart knowledge to us. If we start from an English point of view, we can say to the teacher: "Teacher, thank you, past tense, present continuous tense, future tense."
New classmates - come to the new class, frankly speaking , the pressure is really a bit high. When the teacher selected study committee members, they asked about their grades, and I discovered that there were many students with better grades than me, and this was just in my own class. In the future, no, right now, I must work harder to challenge them!
Once, the bell rang - the new bell rang, and the corridor immediately became lively. There were many students in other classes, and the faces of my elementary school classmates dangled in front of my eyes. Wang Jiaqi said to me: "Look at those former classmates, close your eyes again, and feel calmly, it seems that they are no different from before." Essay for the seventh grade of junior high school 6
The person I admire most is me Chinese teacher - Teacher Han Shuang. She has a pair of bright eyes under her thick eyebrows, and her long black hair is often tied up, making her look particularly friendly.
Teacher Han has been taking our Chinese class for three years, and her teaching methods are very good. At the beginning, we didn’t know how to write compositions. The teacher bought us a pot of goldfish and asked us to observe it carefully. Under the guidance of the teacher, our composition level improved a lot.
Teacher Han will not only guide us in writing essays, but also teach us how to memorize those difficult words. For example: We couldn't write the word "Teng" at the beginning. The teacher said a riddle: "An old lady, wearing two flowers on her head, riding a horse, goes to her parents' home in January." After returning home, I wrote this I told my parents the riddle and asked them to guess it. My father scratched his head and thought about it for a long time but couldn't figure it out. Finally, I gave my mother a hint and she finally remembered. My mother asked me which book I read it from, and I said: "The teacher told us." After hearing this, my mother said: "I have never seen such a good teacher." After hearing this, I raised my head and felt happy. of.
Teacher Han not only teaches us how to remember difficult-to-remember words, but he is also very versatile. When I was dancing in the second grade, there was a move that I didn't know how to do. The teacher tried his best to teach me. Through hard work, I finally learned this move. Our dance also participated in the Children's Day theatrical performance!
Ah! I am proud of this teacher.
This is a huge turning point in my life. Your kindness saved a child's fragile heart. At this time, only "thank you" can express my gratitude.
However, fate must come to an end. The six years of primary school may be the only time we can spend together. Now you are no longer my English teacher. We have been together since then. I have never seen it, but the seeds of love you sown for me in my childhood have not stopped growing. I believe that soon, I will be able to commemorate you through my own success - the indispensable ferryman of my youth. Bar! Composition for the seventh grade of junior high school Part 9
Time is like a trickling stream. In the blink of an eye, it carries me through another spring and autumn. Waving my hand, I have said goodbye to the first grade of junior high school; waving my hand, I have also welcomed the second grade of junior high school. There is too much reluctance in my heart. I have laughed, cried, and been crazy. I will never forget it...
In seventh grade, we still have childish innocence, struggling to escape from the empty and boring days, and want to explore 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. We like the continuous sunshine in the afternoon, lying on the green grass like a moldy sock to bask in the sun, letting the breeze blow through our hair and our cheeks. The feet of time are as soft as the gust of wind, passing through our bodies and sad years. In my heart, there is only too much love left, for those unknown memories that are exclusive to us.
We in the seventh grade were so strong and wanted to save face. After failure and collapse, we rushed out of the house in the rain like crazy beasts. Thin raindrops were densely woven diagonally in the sky, dotted with into a hazy net. Although the wind is not that biting, it is still a bit cool. Walking quietly on the deserted road, it seems that the whole world is so gray and wants to give up on me. Tears poured out uncontrollably as I hesitated. Suddenly, the rain stopped. When I raised my head, a pure umbrella bloomed on top of my head like a summer jade lotus that emerged from the mud and remained unstained. in my heart. Laughed, cried, hugged each other tightly.
We in seventh grade have vibrant dreams. The bell rings every morning as expected, and one dash of graceful figures passes by, following the light melody, facing the fiery morning sun, flying into the distance, heading all the way to the destination. On the playground, Class 83, we formed a colorful picture, slowly spreading over time, so beautiful yet so vigorous. Time seems to have stood still. An eternal moment...
We in seventh grade are a big family filled with happiness and joy. We once felt guilty for slamming the door because of a teacher; we also laughed loudly because of a classmate's joke; we also shouted loudly together for our hard work in the sports meeting... Time is like a butchered pig. Knives, knives make people grow old. We in the eighth grade will join hands and run towards the future and towards our passionate dreams. I believe that those tiny moments cannot flow through my fingers after all, and will be held tightly in the palm of my hand. Composition 10 for the seventh grade of junior high school
Poor, the things left by our ancestors
Our ancestors left us black and beautiful hair, but some people are dissatisfied with it and forcefully Show off how trendy you are by dyeing your hair colorful. To put it nicely, they are the "fashion people", but to put it worse, they are a group of "fake foreign devils".
Our ancestors left us temples and temples for future generations to pray to God and worship Buddha. However, someone had an idea and set up a table at the entrance of the temple: there is a fee to enter the temple. God, even though we are in the era of commodity economy, is even the Buddha ready to go into business? !
What is even more annoying is that after people have had their hair cut off and enriched themselves in the name of Buddha, they are still not satisfied, and they point the spearhead of reform at traditional Chinese opera.
Some people now ask: "Does traditional opera have to be performed in a traditional way?" They think that "the pace of life is so fast now that not many audiences have the patience to sit there with their eyes closed, listening and humming along. It’s been several hours.”
But going to the theater is for entertainment. If you have something urgent to do, then why go to the theater? Nowadays, there are many young people walking on the street and drinking coffee. They hang out and drink for several hours. Why are they not in a hurry now? The so-called "learned and familiar opera", why are there still people listening to the old opera after so many years? Isn't it because of the enthusiasm of "sitting there with eyes closed, listening and humming along"? In fact, it’s not that “concepts in the opera world are about to change” as some people think, but that the existing concepts are really absurd. Indeed, the audience's aesthetic taste is improving and the range of choices is expanding. They have every right to watch highly watchable musicals or search for TV channels at home to watch TV serials. But is it because of these reasons that traditional plays should be changed into the same thing as musicals? Whatever the audience likes, they put in the traditional plays. So if the "old audiences" like the same old tunes, if you change the traditional plays into something else, what do you show these people? Who says that the survival of opera must evolve with the development of the times? Come to think of it, which of the operas that have been handed down to this day is not a traditional play, and which of those newly made-up "operas" have been passed down?
The current phenomenon is really ridiculous. The most native Chinese people actually dislike the opera that contains thousands of years of cultural traditions of the Chinese nation. They try every means to perform operations on traditional opera all day long. I want to create a freak or abnormal shape from its belly. Do you think these people really love opera and want to find a new outlet for opera? On the other hand, they were waiting in long queues like crazy to buy tickets to listen to celebrity concerts. Those foreigners, on the other hand, have a special liking for traditional Chinese operas and are fascinated by them. Some even traveled thousands of miles to come to China to study operas. I don’t like my own culture as much as foreigners! Don’t we, the descendants of the Yan and Huang dynasties, feel ashamed?
Now think about those people who ask "Does traditional opera have to be performed traditionally?" They are simply making trouble! Isn't this question equivalent to asking "Does calligraphy have to be written with calligraphy?" The answer is yes. Are words written without brush calligraphy still called calligraphy? ! Is a play that is not performed according to tradition still called a traditional play? !
Everyone! We have almost ruined what our ancestors left behind! Let us let go of the pure land of opera! Use less crooked brains to improve opera, and think more about ways to let people understand and love opera, so that this traditional opera, unique to Chinese culture and authentic from generation to generation, can be passed down. Otherwise, if our ancestors have spirits in heaven, they will definitely come out of the soil and strangle us all to death!