In real life or work and study, we are all familiar with the essay, the essay is the transition from internal to external speech, that is, from the compressed brief, they can understand the language, to carry out, with a standardized grammatical structure, can be understood by others in the form of external language transformation. What kind of a composition can be called an excellent composition? The following is my collection of 7 excellent essays for seventh grade, welcome to learn and reference, I hope it will help you.
seventh grade excellent essay Part 1My name is Chen Yupeng. Don't you see it sounds ordinary, the significance can be great. Peng is Peng Cheng Miles, which means that I have a great future.
Skinny is something that boys are afraid of, but my body is skinny, so many of my classmates in the past called me "small" In fact, I am small and short, so my mother said that I am as thin as a "cucumber". My mom told me to eat more, but I still only ate a little bit every meal. My mom used to say, "I don't eat as much as my grandma's kitty cat." I really regret that I didn't listen to my mom and eat more, otherwise I would have grown so short. It's a shame that I didn't listen to my mom and eat more!
Somehow, the naughty me fell in love with reading, but then read some story books, seem to understand. Later, after the teacher's education, my interest in extracurricular books and transferred to the textbook, but also gradually fell in love with synchronized composition.
Although I love words, but no literary talent, like to read, but forget. But I have never given up because of this, because I firmly believe that the effort is not worth the effort. In addition to this I have many hobbies, such as like to make friends. Although there are many shortcomings, but not lack of sense of humor. Whether studying at school or entertaining at home, I often use jokes to create a happy atmosphere.
At the age of 8, I learned to practice brushstrokes, a year later, discarded, only because of the lack of perseverance, which is ashamed of themselves and "no face to see Dad." After that, I was hard at work, but from time to time because of playfulness and affect the results.
My biggest shortcoming is that I can't stick to the task. Take saving money for example, the New Year's money on the New Year's Eve is more than a hundred dollars, plus the usual pocket money is more than forty dollars. It was hard to save up to more than one hundred and sixty dollars, so I ran to the store to buy a MP, and the rest of the money must have been spent.
This is me, you want to know me? Do you like to make friends with me? Come on, I welcome you.
The first time I saw cherry blossoms when I was a child was in the park.
Compared with other beautiful flowers, it is not as brilliant as tulips, not as loving as pear blossoms, not as fragrant as late-blooming plum blossoms, and not as appealing as delicate wildflowers.
But, young as I was, my attention was instantly drawn to it.
At my mom's words, "Be careful, don't fall!" I ran as fast as I could to the cherry blossom tree in the park. I've seen this scene in my dreams many times before. Bypassing the flower beds with colorful flowers, bypassing the platform where the old ladies often dance, bypassing the pavilion where the sound of the erhu lingers, I came there, under the tall cherry blossom tree ......
Enjoying the shadows cast by the cherry blossom tree, I lifted my head. At this time, the cherry blossom tree seems like an old man who has gone through vicissitudes of life, is looking down on me kindly, looking down on a young and ignorant child. It opened a big pink-white umbrella to protect the people who are small and weak to it from the sun's overly bright rays of persecution.
I was y impressed, that seems to be a giant of the cherry tree is different from other flowers or trees. It is better than flowers: flowers are a small individual, can not withstand the wind and rain, and most of the short-lived flowers, can be said to be still marveling at the flowers today, after a few days to come back, you can only see a faded and bleak look, saddening. It is better than the trees: most of the trees are green, although there are also winter months do not fall trees, ultimately less interesting, in addition to letting people come up with a thousand about the quality of the tree, there is basically nothing worth focusing on.
Cherry blossom trees, both the beauty of the flowers, but also the grandeur of the tree, set the advantages of both into one. Some people may ask, cherry blossom flowering period is not also very short? For this, I just want to say, each person has a different view of the individual, in my case, the fading of the cherry blossom is only temporary, it leaves me with the expectation of the next year more beautiful.
After a section of morning reading class, you came in behind the homeroom teacher, I thought it was the senior high school seniors and sisters to do the survey! I thought they were seniors and sisters from the senior high school who came to do research. After the homeroom teacher's introduction, I realized that you are the homeroom teacher of our eighth class in the coming week. So, you are integrated into our school life, destined to leave us a wonderful memory.
When you said you would organize rich activities for us, I also complained a little in my heart: graduation class is so tense, but also to play, it is really strange. But after a week's time together, I think you are like angels, kind and lively, bringing joy to our lives; you are like a pair of magical hands, is so warm, for us to take away the pressure of graduating students.
My teacher said that college is like an ivory tower, we can't fly like a strong eagle and reach the top of the tower, but we can climb upward step by step like a snail and reach the top of the tower as well. My teacher had a great influence on me, and I decided: instead of dreaming about the position of my job when I grow up, I will set small goals first. Don't think about how far the distance is, just think that I am taking a small step.
Maybe, you are just new teachers, but in my eyes is a group of good teachers, although I know we may not see each other again, but I will always remember you, silent blessings. In my heart there are so many words I want to say to you, but I do not know where to start, but I believe you will understand my heart.
Now the "clouds" have gradually drifted away with the wind, but the shadow and breath left by the clouds are still hidden in my heart. I understand that with the passage of time, you will eventually fade out of my memory. But if we are on one side of the world in a certain year, a certain month, a certain day, there is suddenly an inexplicable stirring in the heart, it must be that I am thinking of you!
seventh grade excellent essay Part 4"Can not find the flowers of the winged dead leaf butterfly, never see the fading, Jiangnan night under the eaves of the bridge, read the wilderness of the northern part of the Serbian ......" ears, remembered the song, the heart, can not help but rise a trace of sadness. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and then you'll be able to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world.
Forget why I'm sad, I just remember standing alone in the rain, half an hour of rain, but in exchange for a word from my friend: "It's raining, I can't accompany you, you go to the library first." "Oh, that ......" words have not finished, the phone has come "beep" sound. The heart is broken like glass, really want to want to run in the rain, forget about the loss and sadness.
The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a long journey, and it was a long time coming. I can't be as open-minded as Zhao Shixiu, knocking on the chessboard to fall lamps, only, let the rain and the wind, for me to eliminate the dissatisfaction of the heart. Corner of the wall, a weak little flower, in the dying struggle. A moment to the east, a moment to the west, in the rain under the blow, seems to fall, but because of the wind blowing, and tilted up the head. What a sad little flower, she can not be as tenacious as grass, only in the wind and rain, at the mercy of bullying. I'm not like that little flower, am I?
Thinking about it, my eyes are wet again, I looked at the petals, after losing the dependence, floating with the wind to the roadside, stepped on by pedestrians, so life, what is the meaning?
"Hey, you are here!" Sadness was broken by a voice, turned around, but it was the guy who said he would not come just now. "Didn't you say not to come?" Although her heart was flooded with a hint of surprise, she couldn't help but be angry. Only to see her skimming her mouth, said: "When did I say not to come ah, just now just a little thing delayed, can not accompany you, asked you to go to the library first only ah!" "You ......" momentarily speechless, turned annoyed, "How do you speak also do not say clearly, cause me to cry for nothing for so long." Cried? Her face is clearly surprised plus disbelief, "Gosh, you are too sentimental, right, how is it?" Hearing her say that, only then remembered that poor little flower just now, the rain seems to have stopped, that flower, dead?
"Look, this flower is not very poor, alone, weak." I asked, pointing to the flower with only three or four petals left. "What's so pathetic about it? It has spent its life bringing fragrance to pedestrians. A life dedicated to embellishing the world, so that's good enough!" She blurted out. I was slightly stunned. "What's wrong?" I raised my eyes and smiled, "Nothing, come on, let's go to the library and read together." I know that I am no longer sad, perhaps, in the future, I will never lament myself again.
At night, I had a dream, and in my dream, I was the flower that bloomed for a lifetime.
My Grandmother
My Grandmother is a kind and respectable old man in my mind. Due to the passage of time, Grandma's face is full of wrinkles, and there is a layer of yellow and hard callus skin on the roots of her fingers. But his kind and gentle 'eyes are shining, speak very loudly, and especially work incredibly energetic.
Grandma lived a hard-working life. It not only raised six sons and daughters, but also brought up six granddaughters. Grandma was already in her seventies and should have always enjoyed her happiness, but Grandma said, "I'm used to it, it's hard to be idle." So, he is always busy in the house, laundry ah, cooking ah, wipe the table ah ...... In short, Grandma likes to work. Grandma also likes flowers and plants. So all the flowers and plants on the balcony were cultivated by Grandma. When she saw these flowers open, he always stood in the bushes and watched them carefully. When I look at his smiling face with its wrinkles stretched out, it looks as if he is much younger. Although our balcony is not big, but with the decoration of flowers and trees, it looks especially beautiful and quiet.
One day, I just came back from school and found my grandmother carrying a red paint bucket and brushing the wall with a brush, and I said unconcernedly, "What are you doing with a paint bucket?" Grandma smiled and said; "I think the red color is better." "Then why can't you hire a painter?" I asked suspiciously. Grandma said happily, "I like to paint it myself." I didn't ask any more questions and went back to the house carelessly. The next day at noon, I was inside the house writing homework, Grandma was still busy painting. Suddenly, there was a click, and then Grandma fell to the ground. I thought something must have happened, so I rushed out. I saw that one of the legs of the stool was broken. I hurriedly helped Grandma to the house, put tiger bone paste on him, and let him rest. Later, Grandma's work was done by my brother and me. A week went by and it was so close to being unpainted. That day, I came home from school, thinking, "If I don't hurry up and do it first, my brother will do it first!" But when I got home, I saw my grandmother painting. I wanted to help her down, but she said, "It's okay, just let me finish this last bit!" I couldn't talk her down, so I agreed.
That night, after a few days of labor, she fell asleep very early. See, this is my grandmother, how thrifty and laborious he is!
I have always thought that now, the life of the elderly is more and more colorful, long ago is not the year to keep a lonely lamp miserable memories of the past. This is not, today my point of view has been extremely well verified.
Early in the morning, I went to the park to play, saw the promenade surrounded by a group of people, most of them are gray-haired old people, ran over to see, the original is a small music party. A few old men were playing various kinds of instruments, including flute, pipa, erhu, and some unnamed ones. The conductor is also an old man, tall and thin, with the conductor's arms shaking, the head of the white hair is also very elegant in the fluttering, this scene suddenly reminds me of the Karajan, really very much like.
The content of the tune is varied, just now or elegant Peking Opera, a moment and then changed into a high-pitched sad bang bang opera, and soon became elegant and delicate Kunqu opera. Various ways, each person only sing a song, take turns, everyone is very involved, sing by heart, clear diction, the spirit is soaring, red. Viewers also and gently sing, slowly listen, a peaceful, they do not applaud, everyone's heart is music collection together, forget their own existence.
In the late Tang Dynasty, Li Shangyin, once issued a "sunset is infinitely good, just near dusk" pessimistic lament. But today, I want to change a few words to make it closer to the wonderful life of the elderly now, that is: "The sunset is infinitely good, but the dusk is even better!"
Father's love is the mountain, take care of the fire of life; Father's love is the fire, ignite the lamp of hope; Father's love is the lamp, light up the road ahead; Father's love is the road, lead your life.
Once I did not understand why my father's straight spine was bent, I did not understand why my father's handsome face was emaciated, I did not understand why my father's thick black hair was white, and I did not understand why my father worked so hard for most of his life.......
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That day, the winds were howling, and the grasses and trees were in a slump, and I sat on the bus***. The car is ready to get off the car and go home alone, but I saw a man, the black sky, the biting wind, the man could not stop trembling. The wind kept flipping the corners of his coat---it was father! Through the window, clearly saw the father's white hair, not the moon clear glow of the dye, no gorgeous words of decoration, is the white hair, is a root, a piece of white hair, the father's white hair, time and again by the gusts of the wind overwhelmed but again and again unyielding upright, that a fall in a stand, I know who must be for ......
The The one that is constantly being pushed down and up is actually the father's gray hair or the father's heart? The car stops, I quickly step down, obviously, my father looked at me, he no longer use his fingers to block the wind into the coat, but quickly run to me, his coat completely to the gusts of wind yielded, but he did not care about the bare red sweater in the inexplicable darkness jumping, running to me.
At that moment, I clearly saw the father in the cold close to the heart of the fire, at that moment, I was a flood of tears.
My father gently brought up my hand to make my hand warm up, but I touched the clearly ice as cool hands, I tightly clutched my father's hand, my father was busy avoiding, "my hand is too cold." I disregarded the father's dodge, a grab back the pair of cold hands, I know: I grabbed the wealth of my life.
Father with the aging of life into the mountain, into the fire, into the lamp, into the road, into a little bit of father's love, accompanied me every day, every second, accompanied me this life. Father, your love is the wealth of your daughter's life, because with your love, your daughter will not be poor in her life.