In daily study, work and life, everyone has tried to write essays. With the help of essays, people can reflect objective things, express thoughts and feelings, and convey knowledge and information. So, how to write an essay? The following is the composition of the first volume of seventh grade that I collected and compiled for reference only. Let’s take a look. Composition 1 of the seventh grade volume 1
"It's out of the pan! -" A fragrant, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside large pancake is out of the pan. Speaking of my favorite foods: volcano short ribs, pancakes, steak, egg fried rice, meatballs, grilled sausages, Orleans grilled wings, rib soup...the list is endless. However, my favorite pasta is the pancakes made by my grandma.
That day, we went to my grandma’s house to play. At noon, grandma asked me: "What are you eating? I will cook it for you."
I immediately said my favorite Food to eat: "Of course it's the Thousand Layer Sweet and Spicy Pancakes you made!"
Grandma immediately said: "Okay, let's make it right away."
Grandma went after saying that Make me pancakes. The first step in making pancakes is kneading the dough. Grandma put the dry yeast powder into a small basin. She held a cup filled with warm water in one hand and poured the warm water into the yeast powder basin little by little. The yeast powder slowly dissolved. After dissolving the yeast powder, grandma found a large basin and poured two large ladles of noodles into it with a noodle ladle. Then she poured the yeast water into the noodles little by little, stirring the flour while pouring the water. Knead it into a smooth dough, cover it with a thick layer of plastic wrap and let it rise. I can't wait to ask my grandma: "When will grandma start making it?"
Grandma replied with a smile: "Not yet. Urgent, I need to make pancakes."
I asked my grandma in confusion: "What is pancakes?"
Grandma pretended to be mysterious and said, "It can make pancakes look good. Crispy and tender on the inside, it is more delicious and delicious." After speaking, grandma poured oil into the pan, and sprinkled the flour into the oil pan bit by bit, stirring constantly to make a sticky pastry.
After the facial hair was done, grandma made them into small doses one after another and flattened them. I saw grandma holding the dough in her left hand and a rolling pin in her right hand, rolling the dough constantly, and her left hand kept turning, rolling it out thinly and quickly. Grandma found another small spoon, scooped out two small spoonfuls of pastry from the pot, poured it on the dough, and spread it evenly. Grandma picked up the kitchen knife and cut a few cuts from the edge to the middle, but did not cut into the center. Then she folded them together and kneaded them into a dough, and then rolled them into a pancake with a rolling pin.
Now grandma turns on the electric baking pan, brushes it with a layer of oil, and puts the pastry dough into the electric baking pan. I couldn't wait for a long time. I was holding a plate in my left hand and a pair of chopsticks in my right hand, ready to snatch the pancakes just out of the pan at any time.
Before a minute passed, grandma opened the lid of the electric pan. I thought the pancakes were already cooked, but unexpectedly, grandma was about to turn them over. My happiness suddenly reached its lowest point of disappointment. After another two minutes, the pancake was already cooked. I couldn't wait to pick up the pancake with my chopsticks and took a bite of half of it. However, the pancake was too hot and burned a small piece of skin on my mouth. I didn't care. Seven, twenty, one, three, or two, I finished a pancake.
I had already finished the first one before the second pancake came out. When my sister saw that I had eaten the first pancake, she cried and made a fuss about wanting to eat the pancake. Fortunately, The second pancake is about to be baked, otherwise it will make my sister cry again. My sister didn't get to eat the pancakes my grandma made last time, so she cried once. The pancakes made by grandma are so delicious.
My grandma makes pancakes and I can eat them for a week without getting tired of them. Composition 2 for the seventh grade volume 1
At nine o'clock in the evening on the ninth day of the lunar calendar, the polar star of the universe thought of the starlight party to be held tomorrow night. I was in a good mood, so I thought of going around the following units.
He came to the Milky Way, and wanted to see what the working state of the Milky Way, where "the sky is as cold as water at night", would be like when the director of the department, the sun, was not around - especially the... I wonder if the off-duty deputy director Yue Yue has made any progress in her business. I have long felt that she is not as enthusiastic about her work as Taiyang. She also keeps changing her facial expressions all day long, which makes people feel that she is a bit too much. But facing these girls, Mr. Zhou Chang can still understand their love for beauty.
He only made one turn in the blue air skating field he had prepared before he felt something was wrong. There was light blue under his feet and darkness in his eyes. Why is it so late today, and the moon hasn't come on duty yet? He immediately called up the screen with the moon, which was blank, with a line of Chinese characters written next to it: Sorry, the screen you called has expired. Zhou Chang's good mood was suddenly shattered when the moon was not on duty and the viewing screen was changed. He turned around and immediately turned on the cosmic video fiber optic machine to talk to the sun.
"Moon asked for leave today? Why wasn't she on duty at the unit?"
"Oh, she didn't show up today, so she sent me a resignation letter via fax, saying she was resigning. If you can’t get on, I’ll ask the Han girl from Jiao Jiao He to take over for the day. I plan to find out the situation after I get to work tomorrow...” “You’d better let Far Altair go check it out now. Don’t let her affect the future of the Milky Way.” Starlight Party!" Polaris' tone was a bit harsh.
Twelve minutes later, Altair’s face appeared on the cosmic viewing screen, his expression a little gloomy. Polar Star Zhou Zhang thought that something might not be good. "explain.
"He issued a one-word order. "Actually, there is a reason for Yue Yue's resignation. Recently, the trend of deforestation has arisen again on the earth. They always use axes and saws at night to cut down trees and destroy forests, producing hundreds of thousands of tons of disposable chopsticks and disposable bags that are 8,000 meters high and 4,000 meters wide. The garbage index produced every day is nearly 15% higher than that of the previous month. percentage point, the ozone layer has mutated, and is suffering from severe fat ozone disease. I am afraid that a new plague will spread on the earth. The moon couldn't stand it anymore, so she decided to resign and withdraw all poems about the moon from human memory. "
"You can forward the call to the moon through my optical fiber. Her communication equipment has been replaced. "No need, she has her own ideas, which is not bad. She will ask to go to work soon." You should pay attention to research what human beings on earth are most afraid of. "
At eight o'clock in the evening on the tenth day of the lunar month, the Starlight Party opened as usual. The earth was shut out of the gate of heaven, and was forced to use the power of rotation to erase the ozone-hardened parts. It immediately stopped producing disposable products, and there was no more night time. The moon, when thinking about the moon, causes great panic.
The moon did not perform the "Chang'e Man Dance" she was supposed to perform, but read an impromptu proclamation "Earthlings, Wake Up". After the party, it is sent to every heart, accompanied by the tune of "Above the Moon", played seven times a day; it will not be until the 15th of next month that the moon will return to its job; one year later, it will be The poem about the moon was activated... Composition 3 of the first volume of the seventh grade
Hello everyone, I am Zhang Zilong from Class 7 (2) of Xiyao Western Guangdong School
I have a pair of big ones. Don’t think I’m malnourished because of my eyes and thin body. I’m a little glutton and don’t miss anything delicious. So why am I so thin? It’s because of exercise. I can’t sit still. I always run around when I get a chance, and all the energy I have is consumed by me. Only my thick, black hair is left to prove my health.
< p>I am a person with a flexible mind, and clever ideas came out of my mind one after another. When I was young, these clever ideas caused great harm to my grandfather.I still remember one weekend in grade _. , my parents who were working far away did not come back, and there were only three people at home, my sister, my grandfather, and me. After doing homework for a while, I felt quite bored, so I pulled my sister over and asked her: "Want to play." Do you want to play hide-and-seek? Are you anxious to see Grandpa? My sister hesitated a little at first, then she nodded after thinking for a while.
So we split up and said to Grandpa, "Grandpa, I'm going to get something from the first floor. "I said: "Grandpa, I want to play on the computer. "After grandpa agreed, I turned on the computer. As soon as I turned on the computer, without grandpa prepared, I immediately rushed downstairs to meet my sister. The two of us found a very private corner and hid. Then my sister said "Yeah" There was a scream. Grandpa heard this and hurriedly came down to look for it. While searching, he asked, "What's wrong? What happened?" We held our breath and said nothing. Grandpa walked around on the first floor and saw no one. , and went upstairs again, muttering as he went upstairs: Why didn't he see anyone when he came down? When he went upstairs, this time I was dispatched, and I screamed louder. Ah." Grandpa asked loudly, "Longlong, what's wrong with you?" I didn't speak again. Listening to grandpa's footsteps, I knew that grandpa was looking for me in the computer room. We both imagined grandpa's anxious look and laughed secretly. My grandfather was missing my sister and I was even more anxious. He walked around the house and screamed, and later he got angry and scolded us. Grandpa confirmed that he could not find us after searching every corner of the stairs, so he went downstairs again. This time, his voice sounded anxious. While he was searching, he said: "Two little ancestors, come out quickly, you are almost driving grandpa to death. "Finally he came to the corner where we were hiding. I thought he was about to be found and wanted to sneak away quietly, but it was too late. Grandpa held my hand and said angrily: "You, how could you do this? Grandpa is so anxious, you are so unfilial. "Looking at my grandfather's old body and angry expression. I knew I was really wrong.
Things like this happened countless times when I was a child, and each time it made my grandfather very angry and helpless. . It wasn’t until I grew up and understood more and more that I realized how unethical it was to “build my own happiness on the pain of others”. Sensible. Now I will never waste my intelligence on making fun of others. I will study hard, use my intelligence in my studies, and strive to be a useful person when I grow up. 4
Hello everyone. I want to get to know you all. I am willing to be friends with everyone.
A sunny smile and liveliness are what others give me after I know myself. My vocabulary; natural humor and cute exaggeration are also gifts from my parents. Smiling is often my signature expression. It can be said that it has become my exclusive "trademark"!
In school, the teacher brought me into a colorful ocean of knowledge, where I could swim and have endless fun; some of my classmates were funny, some humorous, some mature and steady, some well-behaved and cute... We studied together, played together,* ** Make progress together, work hard with each other, and have endless happiness.
As a person, I like to make friends. I have a warm, cheerful and optimistic personality, and I like to interact with humorous people. I have many hobbies, but I love reading books the most. Books give me a colorful spare time life. Whenever I see a funny clip, I will laugh so hard that I fall forward and back, and even roll on the bed a few times, running around like a crazy boy; whenever I see a sad clip, my heart Tears fell down and I became a standard tearful person. In my spare time, I like to read books. Every time I read it, I forget about food and sleep, forget everything, as if I have entered the world of the book. By the time I finish reading the book, it is already (eight) o'clock. I also enjoy watching the "very mysterious" and "very funny" series. These series of books are funny and interesting, and can enhance people's imagination.
But I once had such an ideal, which was to enter a key middle school, then enter a key high school, and then move on to my path of success. Contribute to the development of the country and the scientific cause of the country. However, although such an ideal will be difficult to realize, you will also encounter many difficulties on the road of life. But as long as I am like Morton Humte in the article "Take One Step, Another Step" and encounter difficulties without fear, break down big difficulties into small difficulties one by one, and move forward unremittingly, then Great difficulties will eventually be overcome.
However, I also have many shortcomings. I really like to harm others. Once, I was sitting in the classroom. There happened to be a person running towards me, and I saw them coming. Stretch your legs. He tripped and fell, scratching his leg and bleeding a lot! I ran away quickly. "Stop." Looking back, he saw it was our squad leader. He reported the matter to the teacher. Needless to say, I was beaten up by the teacher and had to write a letter of apology. How pitiful. I hope I can get rid of this bad habit.
I have many ideals. When I was young, I saw my uncle from the People's Liberation Army shooting the enemy with a gun on the battlefield. I thought the uncle from the People's Liberation Army was so powerful and mighty. So I longed to become a People's Liberation Army soldier and serve the people. When I was (4) or (5) years old, I watched the cartoon "Journey to the West" and thought that the Monkey King in it was so powerful and had boundless power. So, I longed to become a god with boundless power. When I was (7) or (8) years old, I fell in love with the guitar, so I aspired to become a professional guitar teacher. Now that I am in middle school, my ideal has changed again. My goal is to go to a prestigious university. Maybe I will have other ideals in the future, but this ideal will never change!
This is me, an ordinary but extraordinary person. Like a small wild chrysanthemum on the roadside, it shines brightly when given a little sunshine; like a small fish in the ocean, it feels comfortable when given a little seawater; like the moon in the sky, it becomes beautiful when given a few stars.
Okay, that’s it for today! Composition 5 for the seventh grade volume 1
Nature is like music, and the good news is flying.
The music floated around my fingertips, turning into strands of gentleness, elegant but not vulgar. ——Inscription
It’s night, and it will eventually become quiet. I leaned on the edge of the bed, sat on the floor, and looked up at the place where the bright moon should be. Unfortunately, there was only a mist covering the entire sky.
The unique chirping of insects from outside the window floats in my ears, performing their unique music. Beautiful sounds come and go, this is just the prelude to the song. My life is: Qingyin.
Everything around me seemed to have become colder, and the insects gradually concealed their own music. I understood that a sweet rain was coming.
I love rain. I like the rustling, rushing, ticking, and tinkling sounds of the rain... I love walking even more, in the hazy scene of misty rain, wandering along the ancient corridor. , see the confusion in the world, taste its unique charm, and listen to the music it brings.
Sure enough, there was the sound of rain kissing the earth outside. I quickly walked to the window and leaned on the edge. At first, Yu'er was like a shy girl, not familiar with the world, and came slowly and plainly. Then, she became bolder and left her footprints everywhere, fierce and bold. Yellow flowers
Because she was willing to fall to the ground and turned into spring mud to protect the flowers, and the willow leaves lowered their eyes because of her. Yu'er contacted them cordially, as if telling a whisper, which reached my ears and turned into Anyi's lullaby, and I was addicted to it.
The rain fell into the pond, making ripples one after another, spreading in all directions, ding-dong, ding-dong... it floated into my ears again and again, and became music. My life is: loose ink.
Yu'er found the wind, and the wind swayed the wicker, like a graceful girl, dancing with her long sleeves along with the music brought by Yu'er, forming a dance. I named it: Broken Flowers.
The rain gradually lowered its volume, and the wind also slowed down its pace. Finally, only a subtle sound sounded, and the song came to an end...
Light Chanting, scattered ink, and broken flowers constitute a song and a dance, which are engraved in my heart. It comes from nature, and I regard the sound of nature as a song.
When the song ends, the sleeves are dancing and the clothes are colorful. It has become the tenderness around my fingers and the eternity in my life.
The antelope docked its horns on the vines covering the hillside, and a strange sight appeared: horns as big as the vines covering the mountainside appeared on the antelope's head! Isn't that a bit exaggerated? Too much decoration? Aren't you beautiful?
Everyone has a love for beauty. Of course you can dress yourself up, but dressing up too much can be counterproductive. Being too wordy or too unconventional will cause other people to look at you differently. In fact, when everyone comes to this world, he will definitely have his own charm and characteristics. Others can't steal it or learn it, because it belongs to you. As long as you make full use of it and play its role, you don't need any help. With external assistance, you are the brightest star in the night sky, shining with a unique light. Composition 6, Volume 1, Grade 7
Name: The same name as a beautiful city in Zhejiang Province. (Surname Jin)
Gender: Same as mother.
Age: It has been 12 "June 1" Children's Days.
Appearance: Small eyes, small mouth, neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin, just average.
Advantages: I am capable
Food is indispensable in our lives. When it comes to cooking, you must have said disdainfully: "Huh! Anyone can do this, so does this count as competent?" Don't worry! Don't rush! Listen to me coming slowly.
When cooking rice, water is the most critical. How can we put in not too much or too little water? I have a good idea.
One afternoon, my mother went out for something and asked me to cook some rice. Cake! Have I never cooked before? How to do it? There are 4 people in our family. I used a rice measuring cup to fill 3 cups of rice because my brother is only 6 years old and he certainly can’t eat much. Next, let the water go, which is difficult. I carefully placed the water about 1.5 to 2.5 centimeters away from the water surface. Start cooking! ha! Everything is ready, all we need is east wind! I went to watch TV happily.
While I was watching it, the doorbell rang. My parents must have come back. I hurried to the kitchen to see how the meal was going, eh! not bad! Entering the heat preservation state. I opened the door, and my mother immediately got to the point: "How is the meal?" "OK! OK!" I said proudly. dinner time! Dad took a bite first and chewed it in his mouth. "How is it? How is it?" I couldn't wait to ask. My father just rebelled against me and deliberately waited for me to get impatient before he said slowly: "Yeah! It's not bad!" My mother also took a taste and said: "I didn't expect you to be good!" "You just discovered me now. This piece of gold buried in the soil!”
My mother asked me to cook for several days in a row. I became a veritable "rice cleaning expert" in my family. Every time my mother cooks, she has to tell me and ask me how is the water? I said boldly and proudly: "OK! OK! Not much!" Dad always laughed and said: "Oh! You are pretending to be pretty!"
Disadvantages: I am sloppy< /p>
There is no perfect person in the world, everyone has shortcomings. Don’t look at my handsome appearance, but I am also a veritable “little sloppy”!
On Sunday night, my mother went out to buy groceries and asked me to remember to wait until the water boiled and turn off the gas stove. My mother told me repeatedly, and I agreed. I walked around the kitchen a few times and found it boring, so I went to watch TV. I was looking at it fascinatedly, but my mother stood behind me fiercely. She asked sternly: "Where is the boiling water?" At this time, I thought of boiling water! Oh my God! I came to the kitchen and my mother had obviously turned off the gas. There was water all around the gas stove, and there was only a little water left in the pot. "You said you! Why don't you let me worry? If I didn't come back early, the house would be on fire! Can't you be more serious about your work?" Mom reprimanded loudly.
Working is the same as studying. A little sloppiness will cause great losses. Therefore, I have been overcoming this shortcoming! !
This is me!