It is strange that there are 1 person in the 500-word composition of grade seven. Some things that seem unimportant to others are extremely precious and incredible. I, who is called "indifferent" to them, is so precious.
To others, he is a piece of broken paper seven or eight years ago, but to me, it is my most precious birthday present.
I was six years old and my brother was eleven. He studied painting for three years. He drew a little monkey. Maybe he always thought I was a monkey!
It was a piece of paper with eight slits. The little monkey on it looked real, wearing a tiger coat, a tight hoop on his head, a gold hoop in his hand and a somersault cloud on his feet. The background is foggy, like a fairyland in the western sky. There is also the color, which is evenly drawn without any mistakes. There is also a small flat peach in the upper right corner, and a six is drawn in the flat peach. This should be a symbol of my sixth birthday present.
Until last year, when I got home, I found that the photos on the table were gone. I won't know until I ask. I threw it away when they cleaned it up. I put on my coat at once and ran out of the door for fear of losing it, because it was my important thing.
I searched all the trash cans and trash cans and finally found him. It got dirty. Red Huang Dou has it. Almost a rainbow. It lost its original beautiful appearance and was smashed into a small piece. Seeing this, I couldn't help crying, but I took it home.
When I got home, I quickly wrung Puckilo dry with water and wiped it. I did this all night and finally put it on the balcony to dry.
Everyone has something important in his heart, but it's different for others. We must protect things that seem unimportant, because important things deserve our protection.
She is a special person in our class.
This kind of her is particularly extraordinary.
She usually likes to listen to MP4 in the dormitory with a pair of oversized and exaggerated headphones, and finally sits quietly in the dormitory doing her homework at noon. Maybe she has a special function, she can do her homework while listening to songs! And she still didn't hear you "call" her, even though you called 70 or 80 times. Maybe that's why she wears headphones to do her homework-she won't be disturbed by others!
In this way, she especially likes watching cartoons.
Like other students, she loves Conan, a famous detective who wears glasses much bigger than herself and is devoted to reasoning. She even imitated holding glasses and holding her chin in her hands. But influenced by her good friend "Shadow", they all became "Conan reactionaries"-black organizations! She wears black clothes and trousers all day, but she still won't "betray" Conan completely: Look, her shoes are all white!
In this way, she is particularly humorous.
After the third evening self-study, "Grandma Xiong" told us not to lose our temper at home. Maruko couldn't help it: "Teacher, it's none of my business! My sister bullied me! It's obviously her ... ""How old is your sister? " "Grandma Bear" asked her. "Four years old. But ... ""Mm-hmm! This is your fault! " Before Maruko finished, she began to publish this theory, which sounds unreasonable, but it is reasonable after careful consideration. "The somebody else is a child! You are three times older than others, of course, you have to make room for small ones! " "But I just defy spirit! Obviously, she bullied me, and then my mother came and cried that I bullied her. How can there be such a sister! " "Well, that makes sense. That's why your face is so long, right? Look, my face is round, haha! Sure enough, the policy of' children have only one good child' is correct! "
Like this, guess who?
Hehe, tell you: this "she" is me!
I have a dream, which is very beautiful.
In the dream, everyone is happy. There is no sky covered with yellow sand, no roar of passing cars and no disturbing noise.
The world in my dream is peaceful, with no intrigue, no insincerity, no suspicion and abuse, and no reluctance. The children in the dream are very happy, they can't taste the loss, they won't look at their relatives helplessly, and they will leave themselves for the so-called future. I won't watch my parents go to cram schools and Olympic math classes because they failed in the exam, and scold myself for hating iron and not turning into steel; No, in my dream, children are no longer learning tools, chips for adults to compare with each other, and puppets who have no right to choose and grow up in the name of parents' euphemistic protection.
The dream world is pure, and there is no' toxic food' made by black-hearted vendors; There are no unscrupulous people, saying that they raise money for environmental protection, and in the end they all take it themselves; Hesitant people care about their own gains and losses without watching others get hurt; What's more, he didn't embezzle public funds, just said that he was thinking of others ~ ~
In the dream, no one will worry that he is just a nobody and dispensable to the world. Everyone is positive, indomitable, will not give up, will not abandon. "Unity" is no longer just talk. ...
In my dream, the sky is blue and transparent; The water is clear and crystal clear. Only in the end, I woke up. When I woke up, I missed this rare dream. Maybe one day, I will see such a scene again in the real world, but it will take a long time.
Seventh grade composition 500 words 4 Children's Day has finally arrived. A seven-year-old girl received a teddy bear from her mother. How cute and energetic this bear is.
The little girl couldn't put it down. When doing homework, let Teddy sit on another stool to accompany her to do homework; When playing, slide down the slide with it; When you sleep, you can sleep well with it around you.
It happened one morning. After breakfast, the little girl was about to do her homework with a teddy bear in her arms, when her mother rushed over and said, "Dear, your grandfather was diagnosed with Alzheimer's disease. When your father found out, he hurried there. Unexpectedly, I was in a car accident ... now I am lying in a coma in my hospital bed. "
Teddy bear thought he heard the sound of heartbreak. He was hugged again and fell to the ground.
I saw my mother run over, threw herself away, picked up the little girl and left. Teddy bear just lay beside him and felt dizzy. ...
Teddy bear had a beautiful dream. It dreamed that it woke up its father, opened its eyes and saw how red the sun was outside the window. The little girl picked it up and kissed her on the cheek. It became the patron saint of the family ... just as it was immersed in a wonderful dream, the original owner of the teddy bear, the angel, appeared. She said sadly, "I'm sorry, I know you are in pain, but there is nothing I can do." However, there is a way, but it will pay a heavy price. That is, your love ... "
Teddy bear froze: "In short, is it my life?"
The angel nodded tearfully.
Teddy bear wants to cry too, but it won't cry. It's a doll. In human eyes, it's just a doll, that's all. Throw away the old one and buy a new one. But a little girl, teach it to love. ...
It raised its head, endured heartbreak and agreed.
The angel took a pink heart from its hand and took out a good pink liquid.
Needless to say, the next thing. It was the angel who changed the nutrient solution and dad woke up.
In the park.
A little girl with a teddy bear slipped down the slide. ...
In my eyes, I am a lively, cheerful and thin adolescent pupil who has never been bullied by older children. Come and have a look!
I don't look so good. Thick eyebrows, black eyes and slippery face. My teeth are full of personality, some stretch forward, some lean back, just like a few unruly pupils.
I am lively, cheerful and lovely in my eyes.
Today, I was doing my homework, and I heard my classmates at the front desk talking about my favorite Altman. I went over and said, "I know this, Altman …" Xiao Ming finished. In this way, I started to talk to Kan Kan, and my classmates were dumbfounded. In addition, I also point fingers from time to time, really like a qualified storyteller. Suddenly, I stopped and asked my classmates, "Do you know who taught Altman Kung Fu?" The students shook their heads, and I patted my chest and said solemnly, "I'm Otto Altman." My classmates were amused by me, and I laughed happily with everyone.
I am thin in my eyes, but I have never been bullied by others.
I'm twelve years old, but I look like a pupil in grade four or five. The teacher said I was young, and I smiled and replied, "The essence of concentration!" " "I am really thin enough to make people feel that I am often bullied. In fact, I have never been bullied by anyone, just because I can become good friends with my classmates, and I never quarrel with others, so I am very modest. My "friendship tree" bears many fruits that will never rot. When others need help, I will lend a helping hand, and when I encounter difficulties, others will give me some feedback.
This is who I am in my eyes. You don't have to hide the real me. You will become more colorful in my eyes!
The 500-word seventh-grade composition is about to start school, and students have expressed their desire to change the head teacher. I am very happy to hear this news, because the head teacher is the most annoying now. He is too biased.
I remember one time, it was very cold and the wind roared. However, we have to change seats this week and our team is sitting by the fire. "The head teacher is coming", and the students are sitting quietly in their seats like tigers, with their waists straight. You see, is the "role" of the class teacher strong? The class teacher came down to check. When the hand was touched and the sweater was pinched, Yang Zhenxin, who was sitting by the window, found frostbite on his hand and said, "Shao Hui, do you want to change seats with Zhenxin?" The voice was so soft and beautiful, but it was a bolt from the blue to me. I have no choice but to nod.
Another time, our class organized an outing, and when everyone was having fun, the weather was too bad and it rained heavily. Everyone picked up raincoats to cover them. Then the head teacher came and asked for two raincoats to cover the drums. All the students raised their hands enthusiastically, so I had to take off my raincoat and give it to the class teacher, because at this time I have to carry forward my style again. After the rain cleared, all the teachers and classmates dried up, and only I became a "drowned rat".
Another time, my favorite sweater was also "special". On this day, the headmaster made an urgent notice: the children in the disaster area are suffering, and all the students should donate something. I fell asleep early that night. In the middle of the night, I was awakened by the dazzling electric light. I wiped my sleepy eyes, my mother packed my things, and I went to pick up a sweater. Hey! Isn't this my sweater! Mom, you have to donate this to him. Yeah! It's winter now, and the children in the disaster area have no sweaters to wear, so you have to sacrifice. I will buy you new clothes next year. I can't help it, sweater Goodbye.
This is the person I hate most. Guess who she is? Yes! She is my mother, a teacher who loves other children more than her own.
Seventh grade composition 500 words 7 Whenever you walk on a clean road, who will you think of? Whenever you lie in a warm bed and have a sweet dream, do you know who is working? He-Uncle Wang, an unknown person, an unknown cleaner.
Uncle Wang is doing extraordinary things in his ordinary career. He is conscientious and diligent in his work. He always cleans the dirtiest places and creates a beautiful and clean living environment for people with his rough hands. Whether it's cold or hot, Uncle Wang sweeps the road seriously.
I remember it was a cold morning, and the biting north wind roared with light rain. Before dawn, I got up to buy breakfast and saw Uncle Wang pushing an old tricycle at work. The road is not easy to sweep, and the roadside is full of leaves, which can fly at any time. Uncle Wang stopped for a while, picked up a broom and swept the leaves into a pile, then put them in a garbage basket. Just then, a gust of wind blew the swept pile of leaves all over the sky and scattered all over the floor. Uncle Wang swept it again without saying anything. Some leaves floated to the roof of someone else's house, and he immediately followed them there, picked up the stick next to him and picked the leaves. A smile appeared on Uncle Wang's face. Uncle Wang braved the biting cold wind and pushed a tricycle to the garbage station. At this time, his face was as cold as a red apple and his hands were blue with cold, but he didn't listen to a complaint.
Uncle Wang once told me, "I want to be a cleaner, because without a cleaner, our living environment would be unimaginable."
What an ordinary sentence, but it expresses the good quality of uncle Wang's service for the name. His spirit of obscurity and selfless dedication is our example!
My sister is very cute. She has black hair, big eyes, long eyelashes, a small cherry mouth under her small nose, and her fair skin is pink, which is very cute. But her heart is not like a delicate little girl, but a strong and unyielding little girl, confident and persistent, not afraid of failure.
My sister was three years old that year, and my mother asked me to accompany her and teach her to play roller skates. Sister put on skates, went to an empty exclusive venue to skate and started her skating class. My sister moved forward cautiously and soon fell to the ground with a plop. Looking at my sister's face crying, she fought back her tears, struggled to get up, walked on, plopped down again, and stood up again and again. I persuaded my sister to stop practicing and helped her move forward. But my sister refused to give up anyway, and she threw off my arm. My sister's hands and legs are bruised, which really hurts me. But at the same time, I was completely moved by my sister's insistence.
I remember another time I accidentally broke my sister's pen, and my sister challenged me, so my sister and I decided to "win or lose." Haha, I am very happy. After all, my sister is only four years old, and I am almost thirteen. No matter how my sister hit me with a pillow, it didn't cause me any fear or harm. I gently pushed my sister's body away, and she fell on the bed, but my sister stood up and continued to fight with me. After all, this is my own sister, and I won't knock her down. Finally, I was moved by my sister's indomitable spirit, so I chose to give up, and my sister smiled happily.
This is my sister, a little girl with delicate appearance but persistent, unyielding and strong heart, my sister and my favorite girl.
The fish said to the sea, "I am crying, but you don't know."
The sea said to the fish, "No, I know your tears are in my heart."
Two souls depend on each other, and the fish swears to the sea, "In the afterlife, you are still my life."
Time is like a song. The rosy clouds disappear, the fish die and the sea cries.
It's been a long time, really, a long time. If the stars move, the stone will rot and the sea will not dry. The sea is waiting for an endless wait.
On midsummer night, the sea is crying. Rain, crazy pouring, unscrupulous. A little girl was born. On this rainy night full of tears.
The girl's name is "Little Fish". The fortune teller said, "When it rains, it is doomed to rise and fall." Her father thought of fish, so she had a name.
Day by day, Xiaoyu grows up and is no longer a girl who knows nothing.
On fish's sixteenth birthday, she had a strange dream:
The fish said to the sea, "I am crying, but you don't know."
The sea said to the fish, "No, I know your tears are in my heart."
The fish cried when they woke up.
She's going to find Na Pianhai.
Fish's parents thought she was crazy, so they shut her in the house and she cried alone.
The sea cried again. "I just want to make her happy."
It keeps raining, and the night is more confused.
That night, the fish came out. The cold rain hit her face and tears streamed down her eyes. She is the only one in the empty street. Where should she go?
"Go north." In the depths of memory, there is a familiar feeling.
Time flies, year after year.
The fish was finally found. At the end of the forest, when rosy clouds appeared, she found Na Pianhai.
She cried and said to the sea, "I am crying, but you don't know."
The sea said, "No, I know your tears are flowing in my heart."
The girl walked forward and walked. When the rosy clouds disappear, they enter the ocean that belongs to her.