After several passing experiences with death, she never gave up her pursuit. Because of her eternal dream and unremitting efforts, she became a beautiful and noble swan. Life repeats itself in constant gains and losses.
Everyone grows up in this repetition and finally understands everything-self-confidence is the most admirable factor in the universe. The existence of self-confidence is itself a kind of hope; Success and failure in life, honor and shame, nobility and lowliness, innocence and hybridity are all books with different contents or paintings with different styles.
No one will refuse self-confidence, and so will the ugly duckling. From the day a person is born, his future destiny is in his own hands. Don't blame God for being unfair to yourself and giving yourself so much suffering and frustration.
Nobody is born with a lot of wealth at the same time. People can't have nothing, or they can have everything. Perhaps, like the ugly duckling, it was born with no pleasing appearance. Isn't it a beautiful ideal that has been pursued unremittingly and worked hard the day after tomorrow? The ugly duckling's experience tells us that as long as you have an ideal, a goal and work hard for it, gold will shine.
Poor environment and poor conditions are the reasons for us to strive for strength, which will make us more determined to win. Yes! What's the difference between an ugly duckling and me? Who has no ideal? Who doesn't want to be a white swan and an ugly duckling? But what's the use of just having ideals? There is no such thing as a free lunch, and there will be no pie falling out of thin air. Without unremitting efforts and hardships, how can you become a "white swan"? Without lightning, there would be no rainbow after rain.
All this is only because she has a heart that is not afraid of any difficulties and never gives up in the face of difficulties, so he can realize his dream.
On the rippling lake, a group of white swans are dancing. They bathed in the sunshine of spring, enjoyed the breath of spring, expressed their opinions and talked about their winter experiences. You will definitely point to the youngest and most beautiful swan and admire it. Have you ever thought that it used to be an ugly duckling, and it took a lot of hardships to become a' dragon among geese'?
Speaking of the ugly duckling, I believe everyone will cry for its life. The ugly duckling, a strong duckling, finally turned into a white swan after many hardships. It is the ideal in its heart that supports it and makes it fight against fate and death to the end. Being laughed at and humiliated everywhere, but not discouraged at all. It has been indomitable struggle, and finally relying on its strong wings to fly to the best life.
And write a letter. Come to think of it, aren't we an ugly duckling now? In a happy life, our carefree growth has lost the power of the ugly duckling. Shouldn't we learn its spirit now?
Learn its indomitable spirit. As the saying goes, "Where there is a will, there is a way". Everyone should have their own ideals and goals. Be a brand-new self and lay a solid foundation for a better tomorrow. Like an ugly duckling, he has the truest self to enjoy the knowledge under the blue sea and white clouds.
The great writer Lu Xun once said, "The important thing is doing." Yes, everyone will say it, but how many people will do what they say? This problem cannot but arouse our deep thought.
The secret of easier said than done lies in how simple the word "persistence" is, how many great men he has achieved, how simple the word "persistence" is and how many people he has destroyed.
At the beginning, when we became white swans, we must not be arrogant, because we were laughed at and insulted in the past. What is there to be proud of?
3. The requirements for seventh-grade writers to write a composition are as follows: Select several fragments from several angles and write paragraphs 1. Write a composition written by a writer-
The power of maternal love
Children are God's best reward to mothers. Since then, mothers have regarded raising children as their bounden duty. Even if you work hard all your life, even if you sacrifice everything, you have no regrets, because you have children.
This story happened in the Wenchuan earthquake on May 12, 2008. A mother was buried in the ruins. When rescuers found her, she was already dead. She was crushed by the collapsed house. Through the cracks in the piles of ruins, we can see her dead posture, kneeling on her knees, crawling forward with her whole upper body and supporting her body with her hands on the ground. Someone bowed down like the ancients, but her body was crushed to pieces.
Rescuers reached through the cracks in the ruins to confirm that she was dead, shouted at the ruins again, and knocked on the bricks several times with a crowbar, but there was no response. When the crowd walked to the next building, the rescue captain suddenly ran back and shouted "Come here" as he ran. He came to her again, struggling to reach under her and groping. He touched it a few times and shouted, "Someone, a child, is still alive." After some efforts, people carefully cleaned up the ruins that stopped her. Under her body lay her child, wrapped in a small red quilt, about several months old. With the protection of his mother's body, he was unscathed. He was still sleeping quietly when he was taken out. The accompanying doctor came to untie the quilt and prepare to do some tests. He found a mobile phone stuffed in the quilt. The doctor subconsciously looked at the screen of the mobile phone. I found a short message written on the screen, "Dear Baby, if you can live, you must remember that I love you", but the doctor who once saw where you are going shed tears at this moment, and everyone who saw the short message shed tears.
In order to protect her children, she traded her life for their hope of survival. Who can do this except her mother?
2. Write a person's composition-
Our class teacher
It is said that the head teacher is the fiercest teacher in our grade. After hearing the news, I don't think there will be a good life in the future. But the book still needs to be read, so I have to admit it.
When the new semester started, my eyelids kept jumping when I got up, and it rained heavily. Definitely not good. Holding an umbrella, I trudged into the middle school gate and found my class.
As soon as I entered the classroom, I saw a middle-aged female teacher standing on the podium. She is short and plain, with a serious expression on her face, and looks terrible. When all the students arrived, the teacher asked us to clean the classroom. The boys mop the floor and the girls clean the windows. At this time, a boy said discontentedly and loudly, "Teacher, this is so unfair. Why do you have to clean the classroom? " The teacher was very angry after listening, and immediately said in a voice of 100 decibel: "What are you complaining about? Look, which class doesn't clean the classroom? " . You are also a member of this class. How can you not clean the classroom? If you don't want to clean, go out and tell the principal to change classes and never enter a classroom again. Besides, this classroom is so dirty, can classes be held in such a dirty environment? ..... "Five minutes later, she finally stopped Zhang Taotao's mouth. Everyone dared not complain any more, so they had to clean up.
After a busy time, I finally cleaned the classroom. After arranging the seats, the class teacher began to lecture again. She said a lot about what we are not satisfied with, how we should study, what to do in her class, what to do after class ... I was whispering, "Although I said' strict teachers make excellent students', there is no need to be so fierce." When we first met, I didn't like the head teacher at all. It's terrible.
Alas, the head teacher is so powerful that there will be no good days in the future.
4. Seventh-grade Chinese Basic Training Volume 1 Lesson 20 Writing Ten Articles on How to Write Clouds, Veils, Misty Rain, Misty Rain, Oh, it's the fog bridge in the rainy season in the south of the Yangtze River, the faint flowing Wu Peng boat, accompanied by a leisurely guqin.
Leaning against the pavilion, watching the winding rain lane looming, handfuls of antique umbrellas flow beautifully, and the clear river is crystal clear. Wu Nong's soft words warm people's hearts, the traces of wind erosion in bluestone years, and the grandmother who is slowly smashing clothes by the bridge. This is the elegance of Jiangnan, which can only be honed by the passage of time. The warm air is mixed with the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus, and the playful voices of girls from afar echo in this quiet rain lane. One by one, Ana was all smiles, one by one, the rain was light and the song was far away. Comments by famous teachers: Beautiful poems and touching melodies, each sentence can bring readers into charming water towns.
The middle groups of overlapping words "one road, one handle, one article, one sentence" can basically summarize the characteristics of Suzhou, a water city. The little author wrote his own feelings about Suzhou, and his writing was fluent, which was an excellent poem.
5. The bowl of tofu lost forever.
Seven years ago-
The sun is like fire, and the branches are humming. Everything seems listless.
"Selling tofu. . . . . . Sweet tofu flower. . . . . . "A powerful cry spread all over the streets.
"Mother-in-law, mother-in-law I want to eat tofu." A little girl with a ponytail, holding a porcelain bowl in her left hand and a small spoon in her right hand, ran to the old man.
The old man selling tofu flowers stopped, unloaded his burden, set the utensils and said with a smile, "Yimei, have you come to buy tofu flowers again?"
The little girl giggled and showed her white teeth. "Mother-in-law, I like your tofu flower best. Delicious! " The old man's face turned into a chrysanthemum, and the sun jumped on his white hair.
The old man scooped a bowl full of tofu for the little girl, picked up a small teapot and poured a lot of sugar water into the bowl. "Mother-in-law, your sugar water smells good!" The little girl swallowed. The old man is still smiling.
The little girl is holding a bowl, eating the tender tofu flower with a spoon, chewing it bit by bit, as if it were a baby.
After eating the last bite, the little girl put down the bowl, took out a crumpled fifty cents from her pocket, smoothed it with her chubby little hand and put it in the old man's hand. The old man lovingly stretched out his bony fingers and gently wiped the tofu flower left in the little girl's mouth.
It was not until the little girl's bouncing figure disappeared from sight that the old man picked up the burden again and peddled along the street: "Selling tofu flowers." . . . . . Sweet tofu flower. . . . . . "
Seven years later—
I sat under the air conditioner and ate the tofu flower my father bought in Luofushan. The tofu flower in Luofu Mountain is famous for its delicious taste. I ate it and felt really delicious, but I always felt something was missing. Thinking like this, I gradually feel that the tofu in my mouth is boring.
I paced to the window, and there were few pedestrians in the alley. I probably went home for the summer. No sooner had I returned to my house than I heard a cry of selling tofu. . . . . . Sweet tofu flower. . . . . . "This familiar and unfamiliar word gently jumped into my heart.
I leaned out of the window and saw an old lady in her sixties, her white hair mixed with strands of black hair. Although she is hunched over, she is still full of energy. I can't see her face clearly, but there is a figure overlapping in my heart. The clouds are so thick.
I opened the door and strode downstairs. I left a shoe and ran away without thinking. I'm afraid my mother-in-law will disappear as she did seven years ago. I'm afraid it's just a dream again.
Standing in front of the old man selling tofu flowers, I seem to have become the little girl wearing a vest and bloomers seven years ago, but the facts always run counter to people's expectations. She is not a mother-in-law
I looked up, and my mother-in-law's face loomed on the white cloud, smiling at me, as gorgeous as summer flowers.
She left no memories for the alley, but took away the warmest memories. Grandma, are you okay?
My mood became very heavy and I wanted to cry, but where did the tears come from?
Mother-in-law, how I want to eat your tofu flower again, how I want to. ...
But I know this wish, how can it be realized? Seven years ago, I waited by the roadside, and I lost this bowl of tofu forever. The fastest time is the most beautiful time.
At this time, I smelled the familiar smell of tofu and flowers, and I heard the cry of my familiar mother-in-law.
"Selling tofu pudding ... sweet and cold tofu pudding ..."
6. The composition "Grass by the Qingqing River, not getting old for a long time ..." is suitable for the first volume of the seventh grade, which blows up the beautiful memories I have treasured in my heart for many years, and the wind of the years brings the flowers of the past. In the evening, I can't help dreaming of going back to my hometown to taste the sweet and cool breeze of the mother river. But the most fascinating thing is the green river in front of the house, a river that grew up with me.
The soft spring breeze gently afforested the flowers and plants in the front yard. Through the fragrance of flowers and plants, it is the green river, which flows quietly and flows in front of my house every day. Its water color is greener because of the reflection of green trees on both sides of the river, like a green lace shining quietly in the sun. Raindrops hit the river, and every ripple rippled with the infinite comfort of the river. It smiled, as if walking along the road of harvest to the east. Sometimes it will walk into the rice fields and vegetable gardens of farmers' uncles like traveling incognito, and moisten the crisp buds with spring rain; Sometimes it will quietly towards the distant, taking the stains on the clothes of the riverside residents far away; The river in spring is the most selfless dedication, perhaps the spring rain infected it and made it silent.
The river seems to be a lot more lively in summer, perhaps because of the innocent voice of children. When the scorching summer sun lays mottled cracks through the leaves, the warm wind blows the bamboo in front of the door, and a country tune warms people's hearts. Bamboo is green all year round, and its green bamboo leaves are full of vitality every day, because there are a group of playful children around it, who are lively and unrestrained in the water. Those children were none other than us when we were children. It doesn't matter to carry sweaters, because the river will relieve our worries. At that time, we played in the river and changed various games to play. Water fights, diving and swimming competitions ... these are our very popular games, and because these rivers are more energetic, we can't stop splashing.
The quiet shadow of the years dances gently on the river. When the leaves fall, autumn comes. Looking at the fallen leaves floating away from my eyes, some desolate depressions are also the sadness of the river. However, the sad river is still beautiful and moving. If you don't believe me, you can look far along the river. There are golden lobular boats floating on it, and each one has a dream of spring. In my heart, the river in autumn is quiet. I was not sensible at that time, so I threw stones down, then clapped my hands and jumped on the ground a few times in order to hear the sound of throwing stones. Autumn is getting stronger and the weather is getting colder, so there is no need to water the rice fields in both seasons. * * * The task entrusted to it was completed, and 10 disappeared before our eyes.
The water disappeared and the riverbed was in front of us. At first glance, it seems to be hibernating The river in winter is lifeless, but we add fun to it. When we were young, we would drive ducklings and goslings across the river, because it was much easier to cut corners without water. After the ducklings and goslings were locked in a fixed place, several children in the neighborhood took out ropes. Suddenly the geese and ducks cried, and the children laughed, and the river laughed again. Walk along the river, where there are edible red fruits, which are the sweetness of the four seasons nurtured by the river. When everything is only bare branches, the bamboos on both sides of the river are still green, and the unpretentious bamboos are like the rural customs of our town. There is no winter in the beauty of the soul, and the four seasons are always spring.
The four seasons of the river, each season is closely related to our life. The river today is not as old as it used to be. Perhaps because of our growth, it no longer has those emotions that make adults happy and worried. Now when I get home, I am always used to walking to the river. Even if I don't go near it for a long time when there is water, the laughter there is as clear as before. The historical story of that river is hard for us younger generations to fully understand, which only adds a simple beauty to this superficial mood. May it last forever and never run out. Some feelings, but not love, will be treasured in memory for a long time. I will remember that childlike smile and the fragrance of memories. If there is a deadline, it is forever.
7. Write a composition of more than 600 words. The bus on the seventh day of happiness has already started! We lined up, got on the bus, took our seats and set off.
Along the way, everyone talked and laughed. In the car, everyone was very hot, and some even used small electric fans to blow hot air. Some are fanning the wind with fans; Others just fan with their hands.
Not far from Taizhou Youth Activity Center, everyone was very excited, especially Ruan Xinyi.
We stepped into the gate of the activity center, and He Laoshi took us to the movies. We hold glasses and laugh while watching because it's funny. Mammoths are so interesting! And that guy Louis, when he hides, he always bumps into a stone and makes me smile.
The funniest thing is the old woman. The scene about her makes people laugh, especially when the old woman's "pet" just came out, and our whole class gave a "wow" with one voice. It really makes people want to laugh.
On the contrary, the self-proclaimed "Neptune" makes people want to fight, but the female saber-toothed tiger is still good after turning over a new leaf. I suggest you watch this interesting film, too. The name of this movie is-Ice Age 4 Continental Drift. It's beautiful! Next, I can go to my favorite place-creative work! The teacher first showed us some works made by students in other classes, and also showed us what she did, telling us what it was made of, what paper or material it was made of, and what it could be made of.
It is our turn to do it. The teacher gave everyone a paper cup. When everyone got the paper cups, they couldn't wait to start making the flowers they wanted! I also started to make my own flowers: cut the paper cups into 12 strips, cut every two into a prism, and roll up the middle two pieces. After I finished, the teacher said I was very creative and gave me a bamboo stick and a small green note. I folded the paper in half, drew the shape of a leaf and stuck it on the other end of the bamboo stick. We went to eat again, had a rest, and then went to a small troupe. After class, we went to see another movie and went back to school! This is really a happy journey! I will never forget the pleasant trip.
8. The seventh grade Chinese composition, "At that moment, I really regret it", I really regret that time.
People always make many mistakes in their lives. In my "error book" from small to large, some mistakes ended after the baptism of time and were forgotten. And that time, that time I regretted making a mistake, but I still remember:
I don't know who led a "poker craze" in our class at that time. A few friends and I who always like to "follow the trend" also joined the craze. But no one dares to play in public. Do you know why? Not only because of our head teacher, Miss Yang. He wouldn't "criticize" us if he knew that all the students in our class were doing this kind of "doing nothing" and affecting their study. However, because the students in this class have always been smart and keen, they have not been discovered by Teacher Yang after playing for a few days, but the good times did not last long. On that day, during a long break, my sisters and I sat around and played a poker game called "Upstream". At first, we were very careful. We played a card and looked around to see if there was any sign of Teacher Yang. But after playing, when my interest came, I didn't care about Mr. Yang and devoted myself to the happy ocean of playing cards.
"Give me the playing cards!" Looking at it with an angry voice, it goes without saying that the last person we want to see now is Miss Yang! So, we just laughed like flowers, and immediately our faces froze, waiting for Teacher Yang's trial.
"This is against school discipline. You go to Teacher Liao and do it yourself! " Teacher Yang said angrily, so during that break, you can see a spectacular scene. A group of sixth-grade girls came to the brigade to find Miss Liao, but they didn't find anyone until they got lost and went to the third floor. I was in a mess at the time. First of all, I feel particularly unlucky. There are so many people playing poker in our class, why do they want to arrest us? Then I was afraid and regretted, because as soon as this wrong recess was over, it was the class Committee election that was related to our fate! We are full of confidence and fully prepared for the class Committee election, but it happened that such a disgraceful thing happened at this important moment, so we talked about it again:
"What to do! What to do! Can Teacher Yang still let us stand for election? "
"I am so depressed, how can I make a mistake at this time!"
"I am embarrassed to give a speech!"
"It doesn't matter! We will correct our mistakes and apologize to Teacher Yang after the election. "
Yes, can't you just admit your mistake? So, after discussion, we decided to take part in the election, but after all, we made a mistake. After all, there is pressure, and sisters are afraid to go up. After several psychological struggles, I, who has always been the most cheeky among us, took the lead. It may be only a few steps to the podium, but I feel that the road is hundreds of meters and I can't finish it. Finally, I walked onto the platform with guilt and regret. Before reading my manuscript, I would like to add a few words, that is, to tell you my mistakes. I don't know if this will affect my vote, but I only know that it will make my heart easier. Finally, when I finished my speech with trepidation and walked off the platform with applause, my heart was relaxed.
After class, we came to Mr. Yang's office to apologize to him. Mr. Yang just said a few words about us gently, but tears still blurred my eyes. Tears are not sadness, not sadness, but regret, regret the mistake that almost cost me this time.
9. The first volume of the seventh grade Chinese Unit 1 Composition Part 3 People say that childhood is colorful and happy, and my childhood is no exception.
When the spring breeze warms the earth, my father will take me to fly a kite. Willow branches are swaying in the spring breeze, kites in the sky are colorful and colorful, and children are shouting happily below to compete who can fly the highest and farthest.
In summer, I can wear a beautiful floral skirt, eat cold and delicious ice cream, and my mother will take me swimming. In the swimming pool, people wear colorful swimsuits and swim around happily like colorful little goldfish.
When the autumn wind blows off the leaves and blows up the yellow grass, it is autumn. In autumn, melons and fruits are fragrant, and my mother will take me to the market to buy fruits. Red apples, golden pears and purple grapes filled the basket, and our laughter spilled all the way with the car.
Winter with snowflakes is my favorite season, because we can have snowball fights and make snowmen in winter. When snowflakes are flying all over the sky, a group of children are chasing and running in the snow, laughing one after another, and the lively scene seems to melt the ice and snow. In the evening, the lovely snowman will play games with me in the dream and tell me the story of saving rabbits from the burning house …
My childhood is so colorful, there must be many happy stories in your childhood. Pick up the pen and write quickly!
10. The first volume of the seventh grade Chinese "Bird" imitates a 500-word composition. The first volume of the seventh grade Chinese "Birds" imitates the composition.
Parrots like to stop on big trees, and a pair of flesh-colored claws hold the branches tightly. Its color is very bright, the feathers on its head are like yellow headscarves, embroidered with gray patterns, the feathers on its back are like light green coats, and the feathers on its abdomen are like golden shirts. It is small and exquisite, with a curved and sharp mouth under a pair of bright and flexible eyes.
Parrots sing clearly and like to fly around trees. In the blink of an eye, it gently stopped on the branch again. It looked at the fruit on the tree motionless, ready to bite open the seed coat with a pliers-like mouth.
The parrot found the target, spread its wings, flew past like an arrow, grabbed the seed, landed on the branch, gently bit open the seed shell with pliers mouth, threw it aside and ate it with relish, only the leaves were still shaking.
I really want to catch a parrot. Grandpa looked at me and said, "son, parrots are our friends." Sometimes you may think that you helped it, but you hurt it. " Sometimes you may hurt our lovely parrot because of your love. Do you think the parrot should be domesticated or released and let it live happily? "
After listening to grandpa's words, my face turned a little red, so I gave up the idea. Whenever the parrot comes, I look at it from a distance, hoping it can stop on the branch for a while.