About academic writing 700 words 1
When I was a child, I didn't know what loneliness was, but in my youth, I already felt a kind of melancholy called being unaccompanied.
The cat climbed onto the roof on the ridge of the tile and squatted on the old house with two green eyes, guarding the ethereal night and the cool autumn wind, which climbed over the roof, climbed over the low earth wall and got into the carved wooden lattice window lattice. Who is crying at night? Like a weed frightened by the cold wind, I trembled with my shoulders in the night wind ... my thoughts were pulled back to that thin autumn day.
When I was eleven, my mother and I came to her work early. My mother has worked for me all her life. Over time, I have become accustomed to thinking that all this is what my mother should do for me. I am not as understanding as I was when I was a child.
The green summer vacation is the time I look forward to most. Since my parents divorced, my mother went to Kunming South Bus Terminal alone to help my uncle. My uncle takes care of my mother and never lets her do heavy work. When the summer vacation comes, I will pack my bags and go to the passenger station to help my mother record the departure time. Because I went out early in the morning, my mother and I got up for breakfast together. "Mom, I'm hungry." I pouted and said to my mother. My mother gave me ten yuan at random and told me to buy whatever I wanted. With this ten dollars, I crept to the hotel. If I hadn't followed my mother, the ten dollars would have been my mother's meal for a day.
"I bought a book at a low price, 10 yuan or 20 yuan, whichever you choose." The small bookstall on the roadside was promoting books, so I couldn't resist the temptation to move to it. The boss is very enthusiastic: "Girl, go in and see what books you like." I hesitated, but I finally got in. Looking back, I saw a dream of red mansions, a masterpiece of classical literature. I was so happy that I picked up the book and went to the boss. The boss says this book is 20 yuan, but I only have 10 yuan. I'm a little sad. Seeing that I was so sad, my boss readily promised to sell me the book at the price of 10 yuan.
I jumped beside my mother. When my mother saw the book in my hand, the expression on her face was like a September day, and she was full of gloom at once.
"I ... I ... I bought this book with 10 yuan." I said timidly.
Although my mother didn't say anything in the end, I knew my mother was really angry this time, so I made up my mind: "I will earn money to buy books myself in the future, and I won't need my mother's hard-earned money to buy books anymore."
At night, if it gets dark, it will be even darker. Is opaque. I looked up at the sky and saw the outline of stars in the night sky. I am like a wanderer trudging on the road, reaching helplessly into the night sky, trying to shout something, but I can't make a sound.
Let the memory drift in the wind. ...
About 700 words of academic papers 2
Hold a book, make a cup of tea, sit by the wisteria frame, under the window facing the wind, comprehend the wisdom of sages in silence, and smell the books in silence. I don't know when, books have infiltrated my life like a trickle. Life is like a flower, what you keep cutting is your feelings, but what you can't cut is your margins.
When I was a child, I was very naughty. I was really a tomboy, and I didn't like books very much. Even so, my mother's bedtime story is told correctly every night. So gradually I learned from Snow White that I can't trust strangers. I learned from The Wolf that I can't lie like a child herding sheep. I learned from the ugly duckling that gold always shines. That is, from then on, I gradually picked up the book, but I never thought that when I saw the classics, I could never give up.
As if we had an appointment in a previous life, my book and I were destined to be together forever. Wandering in the sea of books, I have felt the half-day leisure of Shen Fu's "clothes are warm, food is full, a room is harmonious, and stones are idle, like waves of the sea"; I also tasted Yi An's parting thought of "I can't get rid of this feeling, but I frown, but I take it to heart".
What impressed me most was the deep affection between father and son in The Straw House. Once, Sang Sang had a lump on her neck that could not be eliminated for a month, so her father picked up Sang Sang and went to and from major hospitals frequently. When an old Chinese doctor told Sanfu that Sanfu's neck was just a lymph node lump, Sanfu couldn't hold back his tears for a while and fell down. Because Sang Sang is alive, his life will go on. Only when Sang Sang is alive can his life be meaningful. How can such affection not be touching? Life is too short to say goodbye for a moment. Some people will regret it forever if they lose it. This is what the book taught me to cherish.
As the Soviet writer Pustov said, we literary workers spent decades looking for countless fine sands, unconsciously collecting them for our own, melting them into alloys, and forging them into our own golden roses. Whose life doesn't need the nourishment of a golden rose? Love books, love Shi Tiesheng's tenacity in writing life into a song in "I and Ditan"; Love Jiang Yang's sincerity in sticking to himself and not being moved by fame and fortune in The Three of us; I love Wang on an autumn night in a deep mountain. The breeze is free and carefree. Love the true feelings of Amir and Hassan in The Kite Runner, even in the war. Love books, in this fast-paced era, we can still hold a book in our hands, hold our hearts tightly, and be a golden rose in this world, blooming with the wind.
Xi Murong once said, "If you can sit down and smell the flowers once in a while, life will be rich", but I want to say that if you can keep company with books, you will have no regrets.
About 700 words of academic composition 3
The wind dispersed the clouds and brought fragrance, which is the fragrance of grass, your fragrance and the fragrance of books.
Spring grass with a slightly moist sweetness, gently blown to our side by the wind. I sat on a stool on the grass reading, and you sat next to me, watching intently.
You once said to me: You should watch Tagore's Birds in spring!
At that time, I looked at you with some ignorance. You smiled and touched my head and said, "You are too young to understand." I looked at your side face and plated it with a layer of Phnom Penh in the early morning sun. Under the trembling eyelashes blown by the breeze, there are crystal pupils as shallow as amber, round as pebbles after the rain, and the face is hairy and beautiful. The corners of the mouth bend upward into a beautiful and quiet shallow arc, which makes people look very comfortable. The breeze is blowing, with the fragrance of grass and your fragrance. At that time, I naively thought that this was the book, charm and femininity.
"Sister, what is this word?" Holding a book in my hand, I leaned over and asked in a low voice, fearing that a louder voice would destroy the tranquility and beauty. "Well-this is the corner-"you answered intently. I look into your eyes, and the words are reflected in it, which is also clear, like the sky in the early morning of spring. I remembered what my mother told me: your little sister always has a book fragrance. So I think this beauty is a book.
"Birds want to be a cloud. The cloud is willing to be a bird. " Time flies, time flies. I am growing up, and you will leave me to go to college. The sunset glow of that day was particularly bright and beautiful, dyeing a piece of sky red, like blood and flowers. You stood in a crowded airport, gave me a big hug and gave me a book, which is your favorite spring book. "You must insist on reading in the future." You smile brightly in the sunset, like a sunflower in the night sky, beautiful. Your fragrance wraps me and puts me in a quiet and beautiful world. I know it is a book, clear and shallow, but it grows far and wide. I hold the book tightly in my hand. It still retains your taste-fragrant and lasting, the fragrance of the first blooming flower in the morning, the taste I yearn for.
I was still sitting on a stool in the grass reading, watching intently, and there was a soft fragrance between my nose. That's your favorite book. It smells like me. ...
"Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves."
Accompanied by books, I grew up and understood why I should watch birds in spring. Another colorful spring, the spring of books.
The book is lingering in my heart.
Academic composition of about 700 words 4
The pages smell of paper, which is the fragrance of love and home. -inscription
Today, sitting at my desk, I glanced at a bookshelf full of books intentionally or unintentionally. A smile touched my mouth, and somehow, memories as warm as movies began to play in my mind.
When I was a child, I didn't like reading. Whenever I come home and see piles of disturbing "gobbledygook", I always feel that I am in hell. My mother, on the other hand, always brought back a series of "devil" books and stuffed them for me to read. At that time, I often thought: did I really not send it on the phone?
When I grow up, I need to read more books: composition books, philosophy books, history books and so on. These books are piled up in front of my desk, and they are almost rusty. It was these books that changed my view of books: once, I was reluctant to read those lingering "demons", and inadvertently, such a passage attracted me-"Before, I didn't like books very much, but my mother often asked me to read books. Then, from the book, I know what home is, although it is not written on it. However, reading and enjoying with family members is a good family style, which closely links relatives. " I was deeply touched at that time, but I didn't fully understand the meaning. Until one time, I came home and was preparing to "play 300 rounds" with those hateful homework. Suddenly, I saw a small notebook on the desk. I opened it curiously and wrote-reading today 1 hour.
Books are the compass of success and the enjoyment of the soul. The following pages are all famous sayings of time and insights of life, one after another, and more than half of them have been written. My heart is shaking, as if something indescribable broke through the shackles and poured down.
It turns out that those "boring", "useless" and "demonic" books are actually the thread of family ties, which can connect family ties together. I often complain that philosophy books and history books are chicken ribs, but I didn't think they were the inheritance of family style and tools to improve family relations.
My mother wanted to increase my knowledge, so she let me study. My mother wants to nourish my mind, so she lets me study. My mother wanted to improve my learning ability, so she asked me to read ... I began to open my books and read with my heart.
There is the smell of paper in the pages, which is the smell of love and home.
Academic composition of about 700 words 5
Good books broaden my horizons, cultivate my sentiment and enrich my feelings. From the book, I read the persistence and self-esteem of the characters, as well as the warmth and hardship of the world, and distinguished the joy and sadness of human feelings. I love books and books grow with me.
When I first learned to read, my mother bought me books with pinyin, such as Children's Pictorial, Aesop's Fables and Andersen's Fairy Tales. Every time I buy a book, I can't put it down, read it with relish, and ask my mother for advice when I don't understand it. In the book, I seem to see that the stupid crow was taken away by the cunning fox; It seems that I saw the poor and kind old farmer being killed by a biting snake; It's like seeing a stupid king walking naked in the street and being laughed at by passers-by ... this book enriches my knowledge.
From then on, I fell in love with reading, and books became my inseparable partners. After I finish my homework every day, the first thing I do is read a book. If I don't study for a day, I feel uncomfortable all over.
When I grew up, my mother bought me many magazines for teenagers, such as Speech and Eloquence, Pupils' Composition, and We Love Science ... I have been reading them. Speech and eloquence taught me the skills of debate and improved my oral expression. "Pupils' Composition" taught me the skills of composition and fell in love with writing. "We love science" has taught me a lot of popular science knowledge, broadened my horizons ... and made me a knowledgeable person.
Whenever the teacher praises me for my good composition and my classmates praise me as a "doctor of reading", I will thank you from the heart.
Now, under the guidance of Teacher Cheng, I am more interested in reading. I have read such famous books as Five Thousand Years Up and Down and How Steel was Tempered. Specially recommended by Teacher Cheng, I read Cao Wenxuan's novel "Straw House" and paid attention to taste. Beautiful words, touching stories, warm details, this "Caotang" is like a rich spiritual meal, which makes me feel the most precious truth, goodness and beauty in the world, the love of relatives, the affection of friends, the friendship of classmates, the compassion in suffering and the persistence in despair. That lifelike figure taught me not to shrink back when I encounter difficulties, but to have the spirit of advancing despite difficulties and try my best to overcome them; Tell me to keep exploring; To seek knowledge, let me learn to taste the bitterness of life with my heart, learn lessons and gain experience; Lead me bravely into the maze of life and tell me that life without setbacks is meaningless.
Reading is a spiritual bath and spiritual maintenance. Every time I read, I am always intoxicated and immersed in a world full of books. I grew up with books, which always adorn my life, making my life colorful and full of rich books.
Five academic papers of about 700 words:
★ 700 words of high school composition about book fragrance
★ Five 700-word reading essays.
★ About writing 700 words and 5 articles on reading.
★ Selected 700-word Prose of Shu Xiang Companion
★ Shuxiang grew up with me and wrote 700 words.
★ Read 700 words and 5 articles.
★ Read 5 short essays with 700 words.
★ Excellent junior high school composition, 700 words.
★ Shuxiang accompanied me to grow up with 700 words of junior high school composition materials.
★ Five 800-word essays on reading.