No matter in study, work or life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with writing. Writing is a narrative way that people express the relevant knowledge, experience and thoughts stored in memory in written form. So have you ever learned anything about composition? The following are six essays written by my good friend in grade seven in 7 words for your reference only. Welcome to read them. My Good Friend's Composition in Grade 7 7 1
I have had many friends, and their personalities are also varied. What impressed me most was my best friend, Li Chen, who was strong and optimistic.
Li Chen and I have been close friends since childhood. She is very caring and, most importantly, she is strong. In the fourth grade, we went running in physical education class. At that time, people were very crowded, and Li Chen didn't know who tripped and immediately fell on the plastic runway. I was frightened and tried to help her, but she pushed me away with her hand. I saw her barely stand up on her hands, and her body was still rickety, as if she could touch it. I was so worried that I asked, "Li Chen, are you all right? Do you want me to help you to the infirmary? " Li Chen grinned and forced a smile and said, "No, I'm fine! It's just a scratch. " I saw her feet trembling slightly, and I said angrily, "Don't lie to me! Seeing you like that, I know it must be serious. Roll up your pants and let me see! " "No, it's really nothing!" "Don't believe it! Show me quickly, otherwise, I will ignore you! " I made a cruel remark. Li Chen couldn't beat me, so he rolled up his pants. I saw that her knees were all blue, and there was blood oozing out, and some places turned purple vaguely. Seeing this, I was too surprised to speak. So heavy injury, Li Chen incredibly still can laugh! If I were you, I would have cried my father and shouted my mother. Want a strong Li Chen!
Li Chen is not only strong, but also optimistic. In the fifth grade, the school selected a dance team, and Li Chen also signed up and made full preparations for the competition. The tryouts arrived as scheduled, and Li Chen was ready. On the stage, Li Chen's performance was really wonderful. She is like a Hua Hudie, dancing on the stage. How beautiful! But the result was beyond my expectation: Li Chen lost the election! I think, Li Chen should be very depressed, I should go to comfort. I went to Li Chen's side and just said, "Li Chen, don't be too sad ..." She interrupted me, "No! Thank you for your kindness, but please stop talking! Even if you lose this time, there will be another time! I can fight for it next time! " After that, Chen Lixiao smiled so brightly, so innocent and so confident! I believe she will succeed, because she has an open-minded and optimistic heart!
Li Chen used her strong optimism to help me! On Sunday, I went to her house to play, and when I left, it was clear in Wan Li. Clouds were gathering in the blink of an eye, and a few flashes of lightning appeared from time to time. Suddenly, the room was dark and the power went out! I was so scared that I curled up on the sofa and cried. When Li Chen heard the crying, he came to me in the dark and coaxed me: "It's all right! Smile, and you will feel full! Hehe! " She really laughed. After listening to her laughter, I felt full of strength and laughed with her. The dark sky can't hide our sunny smile!
I like her and thank her-strong and optimistic Li Chen! In the seventh grade, my good friend wrote 7 words. 2
From small to large, from grade one to junior high school grade one, from the past to the present. My good friends are countless. However, my best friends are them.
Sheng Yilan
She is one of my good friends. It can be said that she is one of the best friends.
Her name is Sheng Yilan. The zodiac is a dragon. I am 12 years old this year. Go to the first grade of junior high school. Go to school in the new fourth primary school.
she is beautiful, elegant, dignified and quiet. She has a rare, long black shawl. Under a curved eyebrow, there are a pair of big eyes. Under the short bridge of the nose, you can have a small mouth like a cherry. If you smile often, you will have a pair of lovely dimples.
I tell you, I was her first deskmate. She can play the piano. She plays the piano very well. When you are free, how about I bring her to you and play a song for you?
her handwriting is very neat. Whenever I write, I think of her and her writing posture. When she writes, her waist is straight and her eyes are very far away. I'm very, very ... Well, this is what I will think of when I write. Bend like a shrimp. The font is even more scribbled and unreadable.
I'm really nothing like him!
Zhang Yan
She is also one of my good friends. She is a figure I admire!
her name is Zhang Yan. I'm a tiger. I'm 13 years old, a few months younger than me. Go to the first grade of junior high school. Go to school in United Middle School.
she is beautiful and lovely. A typical "doll". She has long shawl hair. Under a pair of curved eyebrows, there are a pair of big eyes, and under the short bridge of the nose, there is a cherry-like mouth. If you smile often, you will have a pair of cute dimples.
she has the spirit of finding money.
once, I went out to play with her. On her way home, she suddenly stopped. I was about to ask her, but she bent down calmly and picked up an item from the ground. What is it? I asked myself curiously in my mind. "Wallet," she said quietly. "How much is it?" I asked Yuan, "she answered unhurriedly. "Well, let's go shopping and eat." I said happily, secretly pleased with myself. "No," she said sternly. "This is someone else's money, not ours. After a while, someone will come and look for her wallet … "and taught me a lesson." A few hours passed. Suddenly, a man came along. As she walked slowly, she kept looking at the ground as if looking for something. "What are you looking for, a wallet?" Zhang Yanyan asked in a gentle voice. "Oh, how do you know? Did you see it?" She asked anxiously. "Yes, but, old woman, we need to ask you something. Do you mind if this is your wallet?" ..... Some time passed, and she gave her wallet to the old woman. Then ..... You say, does she have the spirit of finding money?
these are my two good friends. In the seventh grade, my good friend wrote 7 words. 3
Who is Xiao Hui? You may not believe it, but it is a golden retriever poodle in our family. Its nose is flat, dark and looks like a gorilla, not as sharp as other dogs. He has lived in our house for more than three years. Although he is a dog, he is my best friend. Gray? First arrival
The first time I met Gray was in the early spring five years ago, when I was just in Grade Two. Walking on my way to school, next to a garbage can, I saw a dog shivering in the cold wind and humming a miserable cry from his throat. I have always loved dogs, so I immediately became interested in this dog. I teased it for a long time, and my father kept urging me. Seeing that I was interested in this dog, he asked me, "Do you want it?" I said, "Of course." Dad said, "Go to school first, improve your grades, and then think." I had to go to school frustrated. When I got home at noon, I saw an extra carton in the living room. I thought it was bought by my parents, so I couldn't wait to open it. I saw a furry thing lying in the middle. I was shocked and looked intently. I was so happy that I knew what was going on at once, so this dog became a member of my family. Gray? Name
The puppy has just arrived home for less than a week, and we are worried: The puppy has no name, so what should we call it? So we started the "naming action". On a weekend, I asked my sister to be a recorder, and my mother and I worked as "name thinkers" to come up with a name, so I asked my sister to write it down in the notebook, "Huang?" "Such a name is used to describe a big dog." "Wangcai?" "Only rural watchdog will use this name." "Tengchi?" "It tastes a little, but how do you think its four short legs can run fast?" "high wind?" "That's the name of the horse." After thinking about it for more than an hour, the puppy got impatient and ran back to the nest. "Look, its gray hair really doesn't match his small body!" "had! How about' gray'? " "Not bad." So we called "Gray", and it seemed that the dog liked the name and ran around happily. We smiled at each other and decided on this name.
But God always goes against people's wishes. Just when we hoped that Gray would accompany us for ten years, it left, forever. We still don't understand how Gray got there. It was still at dad's feet when he died, but dad didn't know it. It chose to leave in this way to alleviate our pain. Before Ash died, we recorded the bits and pieces of our life with a camera, looked at the vivid images in the photos, and looked back on the good times we had with Ash. I reached out and wanted to hug him-Gray-my best friend. But everything about us no longer exists, and the past is always the past. We can never go back to the past. We can only recall the scenes of our past life through precious images. At that time, we were so happy and carefree.
This is my best friend, Grey, and I will never forget it. In the seventh grade, my good friend wrote 7 words 4
Friends are like the wind, and I am like a kite, leading and encouraging each other; Friends are like clouds, and I am like the wind, relying on each other and playing; Friends are like the sky, and I am like the sea, caring for each other and smiling ... I have many friends, and the one who thinks he has the greatest benefit and the best friend is you-calligraphy.
Open the cabinet where the calligraphy works are hidden, and turn it over one by one. Suddenly, I saw a work full of wrinkles and suddenly pulled my thoughts back to the past. I remember, that was when I was in the third grade of primary school. At one time, the teacher assigned a lot of homework. I did it after nine o'clock, and I had to practice calligraphy. My back ached and my hands ached, and I was upset. I even secretly complained that the teacher was too strict. In a rage, I crumpled the word and threw it on the ground. Later, my mother put it away for me. At that time, I was very disapproving. My mother patiently enlightened me: "You have to be persistent in everything, and you will get a point if you work hard. The teacher is strict with you, hoping that you will learn something ..." My restless heart gradually calmed down and became patient. Since then, I have learned to be patient and persistent in everything I do. You have taught me patience and perseverance.
Then I turned to a work full of tears. What happened? It was written during the calligraphy competition of the art festival. That art festival only won the second prize, but it didn't meet my expectations. When I got home, I cried bitterly at this work, and my tears dripped on this paper. I hate myself for disappointing, and even have the idea of not practicing calligraphy from now on. Dad put this work away and said to me earnestly: "The competition is only a test of your calligraphy level, and the ranking is not the most important, as long as you do your best!" Even if you fail, learn to face it with a smile. " I stopped crying and became stronger. From then on, I learned to be strong in the face of setbacks and to laugh at them. You taught me to be strong.
The floodgate of memory seems to have been opened by me. I turned to a word with red crosses. It was in the fifth grade of primary school. After I won the first, second and third prizes in the provincial calligraphy competition, I was on cloud nine, and I didn't practice calligraphy as hard as before. Sometimes I feel that my handwriting is like cursive script, and I feel great. In order to prevent me from being blind and confident, the teacher chose a tactful method to encourage me to continue my efforts, so I put a red cross in my poor calligraphy homework as a warning. Looking at the little red forks, my mind suddenly calmed down a lot. From then on, I learned that I can't be proud even if I have made achievements. You taught me to guard against arrogance and rashness.
I remember Cicero said, "Nothing in the world is more beautiful and pleasant than friendship; Without friendship, the world seems to have lost the sun. " Tree planters have the deepest friendship with trees, poets have the deepest friendship with poems, military commanders have the deepest friendship with weapons, but I have the deepest friendship with you-calligraphy. I like your fortitude and gentleness. Like your boldness, like your beauty; Like your stability, like your elegance; I like you better, which makes me grow ... My good friend in Grade 7 wrote 7 words. 5
I thought I could read everyone's mind, but I was wrong, because I never understood phosphorus's heart. Phosphorus is my friend and my enemy. In good times, I can be as close as my best friend, and in bad times, I can hate each other as my enemy.
phosphorus is sitting next to me. It is reasonable to say that I should have more contacts with her, but on the contrary, we seldom talk. But it doesn't affect my understanding of her. Phosphorus has a long black hair, which makes me envious of a person with poor hair. Compared with me, phosphorus skin is a little black and a healthy bronze color. Phosphorus speaks very bluntly, which is why I like her and hate her. Sometimes she gives you a lecture without mercy, and sometimes she is very happy to chat with you. She is such a strange person that I don't understand.
when I first came to class 8, I made a good relationship with my classmates. Most of my classmates are my good friends, and a few of my classmates are my friends. They don't associate with me much, but they don't hate each other. Phosphorus is one of them.
In the past, I often talked with Phosphorus several times because of my seat. At that time, we were very open-minded and didn't talk with each other. I used to think that we could be friends, but this is not the case. A few weeks ago, phosphorus seemed to be very unhappy with me. When she saw me, she hid. Sometimes, when I was communicating with my friends, a strange sentence suddenly popped up, which embarrassed me and my friends. But sometimes she will complain to me about her classmates. She will protest to me about how so-and-so classmates are doing, and I will agree with her. They just laughed. And then it's the same as usual.
I can never figure out the idea of phosphorus. Sometimes phosphorus will talk to me suddenly, and when I go back naturally, she will chat with me. But when I started a conversation with her, she always snorted mercilessly and left directly, which embarrassed me. Listen to my friend, phosphorus sometimes speaks ill of me. She says I like a classmate. I look at it with a smile, and there is no ghost in my heart. Why should I be afraid of her rumors? However, from now on, when she saw me talking to that classmate, she would be in a bad mood, she would be very angry, and sometimes she would put in a word or two that hurt her feelings, which made me hate her very much. Of course, phosphorus sometimes helps me a little, and I will be very grateful to her and understand that she still attaches great importance to the feelings between classmates.
this is phosphorus, which I can't guess. To tell the truth, I don't know the inner world of phosphorus, but I still wrote it out. She is my friend and enemy. I don't know where she is.