Excellent composition in grade seven 1 "I heard about the winter break/I woke up in a certain month ..." Stephanie's Meeting was played on the ……”CD player, and quiet music flowed slowly in my heart like a stream. Listening to this rare song, I sat by the window, holding a cup of elegant and quiet green tea in my hand, and playing bits and pieces of the past in my mind. Sometimes I close my eyes, sometimes I carefully taste the green tea in my hand and sing a soothing song. Unconsciously, I even brought my thoughts back to that night. ...
Just after the Spring Festival, the streets and alleys are still filled with the breath of the Spring Festival. I came to the book building to choose some good books. I am very picky and careful in buying books. I arrived just as the museum opened. In the afternoon, unconsciously, immersed in the world of books, I suddenly remembered the time. When I looked at my watch, I realized the danger of missing the last bus. So I picked up the book and ran to the silver desk ... I just looked at my watch. Unexpectedly, I met a boy on the road, and both of them lost their books. I was embarrassed to apologize to him. He smiled easily and said, "Nothing!" " "Said squatted down to pick up books with me. At this time, I looked at him carefully: his white face was covered with a few naughty pimples, and a pair of black-rimmed glasses was on his high nose. You look very quiet.
He picked out books while reading their covers, and I also saw some books he bought. He seems to be younger than me, because they are all reference books for the first year of high school, and they seem to work hard. When I picked up the book and handed it to him, he smiled and said to me, "I have an ungrateful request." I don't know if I can ... "I know I bumped into him just now, and I was ashamed, so I repeatedly replied," You say, you say ... "He pushed his glasses and said," I've been looking for your' time magic piano' for a long time, but the shopping guide said it was gone. I see you have it here. My brother likes this book very much, and he told me to buy it back! " A strange expression appeared on his face when he spoke. Are you excited? Is it desire? I can't figure it out, but from his eyes, I saw the surge of affection. However, I hesitated a little: "These two books are indeed the last two, but I promised my classmates to bring him one back. I can't break the contract! " What should I do? "Just when I was about to explain, he still smiled and said," Never mind, you also bring it to your brother, understand. "At the moment he spoke, I obviously saw a trace of disappointment on his face." Sorry to bother you! "He turned, back some sadness. I was busy following up and took out the magic piano of time that I had admired for a long time. ...
At this point, I have drunk a cup of green tea, thinking about this boy, thinking about the complicated expression on his face when he took the book, thinking about his smile at me ... Sometimes, I can't help but feel that people are not like this. From strangeness to first encounter to acquaintance, it can't be said that fate is at work. I don't know if this boy is thinking that the person who is destined for him is the same as me. Although it was just a chance encounter without the following, it planted a plot in the heart of a willing heart. When he is alone, he will think of that encounter and the person who is destined to be. Maybe I will think of some "unknown stories". However, the purpose of fate has been achieved.
The CD keeps singing: "Who will I meet/what kind of conversation will there be/the person I am waiting for/how far is the future ... I see that the entrance to my dream is a bit narrow/I meet you/it is the most beautiful/unexpected ..."
Waiting for a pot of good tea becomes leisurely and wonderful.
In a small and chic teapot, pick some tea leaves and pour them into boiling water. In an instant, the tea leaves made a turn in the delicate little teapot. In the hot air, dark green tea shadows and scarlet teapots become hazy.
Inch by inch, the leaves are soft and stretched little by little under the infiltration of water, the leaves are gently turned and danced, and the stems are slowly stretched and swaying. In this small pot with a slight fragrance of tea, the leaves have revived, and the light and dancing leaves and the hot water are like a little time in a dream.
Waiting for a pot of strong but not bitter tea, then the smooth and light pot body full of dry Kun gets into the steaming crack of the pot lid, swims through the warm and energetic fragrant tea, and then flies freely in this whole space with the thick tea fragrance, flying to the tip of my greedy nose, infiltrating into my internal organs and straight into my heart.
The overflowing tea fragrance is spinning and rising in this beautiful slow time, nourishing every minute and inch.
When the tea is fragrant and the time is quiet, I can't wait to open the lid of the teapot and see Gankun. Soft and full tea leaves float on it quietly, without any cover, and the fresh aroma is distributed wildly, which is integrated with time.
Wait for a pot of good tea to boil, feel the time quietly, feel the inner peace and gentleness, and feel the quiet years.
It was a day of winter vacation, and my mother and grandfather had something to go to town, leaving me and my mother-in-law at home.
I was immersed in a TV program when my mother-in-law came back from chopping wood. Push the burning brazier in front of me, put the plate full of melon seeds on the nearest small bench, pat me on the shoulder and say, "Jun Jun, I left you 10 thousand yuan." I have been in poor health all these years. If I suddenly leave one day, you won't know that my mother-in-law left you money. This money is reserved for you to go to college. You should study hard in the future. Don't just farm and feed pigs all your life like your grandfather. Without thinking, I blurted out, "I don't want it, you can keep it for yourself!" "My mother-in-law was a little angry and said firmly," No! This is the money I left my grandson. Nobody moves except you! " I am extremely ashamed-my mother-in-law has lived in this mountain all her life, and it is difficult to earn a few dollars. Besides, she is old, where can she make money? How many years should she have saved this ten thousand dollars! As her grandson, I seldom accompany her, and I didn't even help her with a piece of firewood, which really wasted my strong body. I was silent, my eyes were moist, and I lowered my head to count the melon seeds on the ground.
An apology crept into my mind: I was extremely lazy during the winter vacation. My mother-in-law is willing to wake me up at midnight every day. "The army is getting up soon, and the food is ready. If you don't get up, you will be hungry." I always dawdle blindfolded, eat in a daze and talk little. As soon as I finish eating, I throw away chopsticks to eat melon seeds, watch TV and play mobile phones, and my homework has completely become a sideline. I never care what my mother-in-law does every day.
I told myself in my heart that I must spend more time with my mother-in-law. Not because my grandmother saved me 10 thousand yuan, but because my mother-in-law's sentence "If one day you suddenly leave" woke me up!
The next day, I set the alarm clock. My mother-in-law and I got up at dawn. She cuts vegetables, I make a fire, she cooks and I add firewood. Sitting at the door of an old-fashioned stove, watching the flames jumping in the stove chamber, listening to the "crackling" sound of firewood burning, and smelling the fragrance gradually floating out of the big iron pot, my heart is more practical. This morning, my mother-in-law was full of energy. From time to time, she loudly ordered me to taste salty, put away clean dishes and chopsticks and float happily in the small kitchen.
After dinner, my mother-in-law is going to get some kindling matches. I went to the pine forest with her for the first time with a basket on my back. She taught me to rake pine needles under pine trees and pile them up. There are so many shrubs in the pine forest that the rake can't exert its skill. I managed to hold the pine needles and pinecones together, but I couldn't sweep them into the bamboo basket. I have to dig by hand. It took great effort to fill the bamboo basket. I lifted it hard and put my hand into my belt. The basket climbs up my back easily. My mother-in-law patted me: "The army grew up! My mother-in-law is old and useless. Every time I carry such a small thing, I have to put it on the ridge to stand up! " Thinking of my thin mother-in-law putting her basket on the ridge higher than herself, she knelt down slowly and walked back slowly, and my tears soon flowed down. I trotted with a basket full of pine needles on my back, for fear that my mother-in-law would see my tears.
On this day, I followed my mother-in-law like a shadow: I helped her feed pigs, drive sheep, wash vegetables and hold firewood ... My mother-in-law smiled like a child.
Looking at my mother-in-law, I smiled tearfully. ...
I have many dreams, big and small. Sometimes I just hope that tomorrow's exam paper won't scare my parents, and sometimes I regard daydreaming as an ideal ... but there are two ideals that haven't changed since I was five years old.
Solution: The first ideal is to be admitted to Xiamen Foreign Language Middle School.
Because: as we all know, Yinghua is a key middle school in Xiamen-unique teaching methods, hard-working learning quality, good school spirit and high enrollment rate ... which is the envy of many graduates. Being able to enter such a good middle school is simply laying the foundation for your future success. When I was a child, my mother often said to me, "One heart, when you grow up, you will definitely enter the middle school." You must enter English-Chinese! " "In the past, I just thought that I could get praise from the whole family if I was admitted to English-Chinese. Now it's different. With the double growth of time and age, I gradually realized the importance of a good middle school to me.
Solve the equation: Before I know it, I'm a sixth-grade student. For my own ideal, my "review war" has entered a "white-hot" stage. Yu Shuying, who sings every night, is already an "old acquaintance". I have read too many counseling books, so I should listen carefully in class, and I should not be absent-minded in cram school ... Because English-Chinese exams are strange, so I have to train myself according to English-Chinese test questions. ...
So: I must get into English and Chinese, pave the way for my future dreams with my present ideals, and knock down the first domino in my life. ...
Solution: As for career, another unchanging ideal is to become a famous fashion designer.
Because: I don't know a few years ago, I was fascinated by computer games and suddenly became interested in various online "matching clothes" games. My teddy bear has a bag full of clothes. After a long time, I began to feel dissatisfied-a whim: I can design my own clothes! I want to be a fashion designer, become a famous fashion designer, let the world see my clothes and add a style to life!
Solve the equation: In this way, more and more time is spent reading fashion magazines, more and more times are spent in clothing stores, and more and more actions are taken to imitate real clothes. ...
So: I will realize my dream!
Ideals are like pearls, one after another, running through the past and stringing together the future. When will this beautiful pearl chain be finished? I'm trying.
The excellent composition of grade seven comes down to five leaves, which is Ye Er's nostalgia for the earth; Thinking deeply is the fish's yearning for the great lakes; Caged birds love the sky, which is their yearning for the sky. Everyone's heart, more or less has a miss. What I miss most is my primary school Chinese teacher.
The Chinese teacher surnamed Yan is a thin and delicate female teacher. But all that glitters is not gold. Although she is weak in writing. Call us fierce!
In the first grade, Teacher Yan just took over our class, and we didn't know each other very well, so I didn't find out her temper, so I made an empirical mistake-I didn't take Teacher Yan seriously. After the math class, all of us rushed out of the classroom and enjoyed ourselves. I play hide-and-seek with some classmates, which is far from the classroom. Soon the bell rang, and we really didn't want to run any more, so we had to bite the bullet and run to the classroom. Suddenly, my mind "flashed". I remembered that the next class was Chinese, and I remembered the thin teacher Yan, so I told my companions to stop: "Teacher Yan won't teach us anything anyway. You see that she is so thin that she can't manage us! " So, we slowed down, gasped and walked back to the classroom slowly.
Unexpectedly, as soon as I got back to the classroom, I found myself making a serious mistake. Teacher Yan didn't criticize us, but let us stand directly outside the door until the end of the Chinese class. We were so ashamed that we almost wanted to find a crack in the ground. After class, Teacher Yan gave each of us a hard hand and then asked us, "Do you know this is wrong?" We replied tearfully, "I see." So she let us go. From then on, we never dared to mess with Teacher Yan again.
Teacher Yan is not only strict, but also considerate and caring for us. When I was a child, I was weak and sick. Teacher Yan always took care of me. After lunch, she often asks me, "Are you full? Do you want to eat more? " None of this was special to me at that time, but now, I am very grateful to Teacher Yan for her extra care.
Time flies, in a blink of an eye, six years of primary school time has slipped through my fingers. Teacher Yan is also different from us, but no matter where I am, I will never forget her strictness and care. I will always miss you, my mentor and friend, Miss Yan!
I dare say something to the headmaster today.
I am a junior one student in your school. Since entering junior high school, I have never scored 80 points in Chinese and mathematics. I was scolded and scolded by my parents. I don't know why, but I just can't get on.
So, I've been thinking about why my grades just can't get up. I think the root cause is that the teacher doesn't speak well in class. Although the classroom is now equipped with multimedia. But I still find it boring. This Chinese teacher, if nothing else, is not even standard in Mandarin, and is still taking a Chinese exam.
And this math teacher is a little better than the Chinese teacher. He won't even say anything wrong. But every time he says anything, he likes to add, "Is that right?" He always seems so nervous.
Why should I tell you this? Because all the teachers are assigned by you. Of course I will ask you if the teacher is not good.
You might say, maybe the problem is me, I didn't study hard? Then let me give an example of a subject in which I got good grades. I like my science teacher. He is very humorous, and I listen to his class with relish. I took the science exam twice and was in the top ten every time.
So, Mr. President, I ask you to change your Chinese and math teachers. What will happen to my grades if they don't change? If they really can't change, you can change my class.
It is often said that "middle school life is boring, and I am dealing with learning 365 days a year." Teacher Zhang Jianmin commented here: Are you really as scared as you say? Don't listen to others, have your own opinions! There are also primary school students who say, "Middle school life must be mysterious." No, you're all wrong. Middle school life is tense, happy and happy.
I remember my deskmate and I blushed for a topic, and finally we all expressed our opinions and refused to give way to each other. As a result, "national boundaries" appeared on the table. When I think back carefully, I find that there are two solutions to this problem. "National boundaries" will naturally disappear. I still remember thinking the night before the exam: "The exam is like a marathon, and the key lies in the last sprint. Examinations are like wars, with winners and losers. When the test papers are handed out, the winners will be ecstatic and eliminate their troubles and pains. However, the loser was depressed and complained, "I worked as hard as they did, but the final harvest was similar." It's really unfair! "! (I just found out that here, it is almost the same as the actual mistake! I should use different words or other words to describe the great difference, but Mr. Zhang didn't recognize it then. It seems that I can be a good Chinese teacher at my present level. It's really funny to think of these.
Although high school life is tense, it is full of happiness behind it.
The bell is ringing. This class is physical education class. We are already overwhelmed by books, so we are easily liberated. When we came to the playground and the PE teacher let us move freely, the students were so happy that they didn't know their surnames. Suddenly, the playground was very lively. Some run, some throw sandbags, and some play football. Looking at these scenes, I can't help but say, "Middle school life is not boring, but extremely happy." When you give us sorrow, please cry heartily, put aside your troubles and think about happy things, which makes us feel that although middle school life is tense, what is behind it? That is happiness and happiness!
Trivia in these schools is always endless, which has happened in almost every class. If every little thing is regarded as a drop of water, then many little things come together into a stream. This stream is singing and heading for the ocean of society. It is full of energy because it is nervous, happy and happy.
excellent
Teacher Zhang's comment: It's really not easy to write such an article. Without reference books, I think you will become an excellent editor or a great writer in the future. In short, you can see from your article that you are full of hope for life, and life is simply heaven for you! May you always be happy. )
Flowers bloom and fall, countless seasons have passed, and there are so many people and things in the years of memory, and the family members who accompany me are the people I want to be grateful for most.
My arrival, your happiness
"Wow, wow," I was born with a clear and loud cry. You look more excited than your mother. Hold me, touch my forehead with your warm big hand and say, "How lovely!" " You have become your mother's right-hand man, and it is a pleasure to be busy in the east and west. You're just a stay-at-home dad. Every time you mention your "advantages" to me, you say with satisfaction, "How happy you are to have a lovely female doll!"
My illness, your worry
Why do you feel warm all over? I was awakened by this sudden feeling. Dressed in pajamas and wrapped in a quilt, I quietly came to your bed and dragged your quilt feebly. You asked me why, but I took me to the hospital without saying anything when I knew the situation. I opened my eyes and looked at a star overhead. Naughty stars seem to blink at me, but they seem to blame me. Because my father is very tired from work, maybe he will sleep for a while. You always ask me about my health without looking back. When I got to the hospital, I saw you frowning slightly and thinking about something, and stayed with me until late at night.
My growth, your comfort.
Time is like a colorful shuttle. Time flies, so many years have passed, and I have grown up, becoming a charming girl in the flower season, with less illness and less care for you. I begin to understand that you are busy every day for me and this family. Going out early and coming back late seldom sleep well. I know every piece of your painstaking efforts, and I have learned to repay, even if it is a small thing, I will try. Make a cup of hot tea and pat your back gently ... As a student, the biggest reward should be your grades. I restrain myself from combining work and rest, and do my homework with my heart every day. I will handle my homework myself until I know that you are late. A report card with my gratitude on it falls into your hands. You smiled with satisfaction and said meaningfully, "It is enough to have such a filial child in this life." I just found a few small wrinkles crawling around your eyes, and you are not as energetic as before.
Dad, since childhood, you have been taking care of me without regrets. I grew up in your love. Now, the person I am most grateful to is you.