In the seventh grade, I want to tell you the composition 1 mom, I want to tell you too much, too much I don't know where to start.
Mom, you always say that I don't want to communicate with you, but you still remember when I was in primary school, I came back every day to tell you interesting things that happened in class, but I couldn't understand them on your face every time. You always say these things are boring. Tell me, how can I communicate with you?
Mom, you always say that I don't understand you, but do you remember the cake on your birthday? I bought it with a month's pocket money. Now let me mention it again. I don't need your approval I just want to prove that I am not an ignorant child. I am also growing. I also understand your hard work, but I don't know how to express it. That doesn't mean I don't know enough.
Mom, you always say that I don't study hard, but do you know how hard I work and how much pressure I have to get your approval? You always say that you didn't give me pressure, but your sentence "get good grades!" " "It's already a lot of pressure for me.
Mom, I know you often go through my things, diaries, compositions, excerpts ... I know everything, but you don't tell me. In fact, it doesn't matter if you have been to them, because that's what I want to tell you. Can you respect me?
Mom, I hope you can understand me; I hope we can be friends; I hope we are full of affection; I hope ...
In seventh grade, I want to tell you composition 2. I started writing this composition because I am leaving you soon after graduation. Whenever I think of it, many past events come to my mind. ...
Teacher, my distress before graduation is: I don't know if I can get into a good middle school. My biggest problem is arrogance. Because of this, my grades are unstable. You criticized me, but I never took it to heart Once, after the exam, I looked at my test paper and was shocked. 69 points! This amazing number seems to be playing a trick on me. At this moment, I seem to be transfixed. I didn't hear a word you said. I only remember your last disappointed look. Seeing your eyes, my face is burning and I don't know how to face it. When you finish teaching me a lesson, I I don't know how to hate you. Looking back now, I know you did it for my own good. You are strict with me because I can catch up with my studies.
Teacher, please forgive me, forgive my dislike of you for a short time. I ask for forgiveness, because you will be very sad when you learn that the students once hated you. Teacher, from now on, I must get rid of this bad habit and do everything seriously in the future!
When I came to you, I wanted to harvest a spring breeze, but you gave me the whole spring: I wanted to pick a red leaf, but you gave me the whole maple forest; I wanted to hold a wave, but you gave me the whole ocean; I want to kiss a snowflake, but you gave me the whole silver world ... how can I thank you? Now, I just want to say to you: "Teacher, you have worked hard, and I will repay your kindness with excellent results!" " "
In the seventh grade, I want to tell you composition 3 Sixteen spring, summer, autumn and winter, sixteen 365 days, sixteen years old, like a grain of sand passing through your fingers, mom, I am sixteen years old.
Sixteen years old is the rainy season of flower season, mixed with my arrogance, exuding my passion and my rebellion. I'm not the little girl who only listens to you anymore. I have my own thoughts, feelings and methods. Like other teenagers, I learned to refute you and even hurt you, just for my sacred art.
Once disappeared overnight, I couldn't see your pain and feel your heartache. Still unbridled, only tears dance in the dark. I'm tired, mom, you know?
Do you know why I am so rebellious? Maybe you don't remember. How many years have you not spoken to me? Fourteen years, fourteen years, do you know how long it is? I just think the Milky Way is so big. I know you have devoted your youth to this family, but I don't want you who can only make money. I need your comfort and care. Do you know what my greatest wish is? I just want you to accompany me, even if it's only for one day, only for one hour.
Mom, listen to me. I don't want to be alone anymore. I know that I have hurt you so much, and maybe you will never forgive me, but I just want to say to you, mom, I'm sorry, I love you.
I beg you to forgive me. I just want to know if you still love this daughter who hurt you. Do you still want me?
In seventh grade, I wanted to tell you composition 4. Mom, I wanted to say something to you a long time ago, but every time I saw your cold expression, I swallowed her again. Today, with the encouragement of my cousin, I finally dared to say it. I hope you don't get angry after listening, okay?
Since I entered middle school, my study task is very heavy, and I am often tired. I thought you would understand me. I didn't expect that you not only didn't understand me, but also said that I was getting lazy and gave me heavier learning tasks. Every day, I not only finish my homework, but also finish the homework you assigned. If I don't finish it, I will be scolded by you! Not only that, I even lost the weekend. I want to attend all kinds of cram schools according to your requirements, and I have no personal freedom at all.
I remember that time, my classmates came to see me in the park. When I heard the news, I was very happy! I hurried home to do my homework, and even gave up my favorite programs. Because I know that only after I finish my homework can I have a chance to go out to play. When I went to tell you the news, you totally denied me and said that you helped me find an English tutor at the weekend and had to stay at home and learn English at the weekend. My classmate knows that I can't go out to play with him, so I have to find someone else to play with. I have to stay at home. Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? I fell asleep with tears in my eyes that night. I had a dream that I went out to play with my classmates. I am as happy as a bird!
Mom, I know you want your son to become a dragon! But I'm still a child, and I need freedom! I don't want to be a canary in a cage! I hope you can give me my weekend and freedom, ok?
In the seventh grade, I want to say composition 5 to you. Mom, thank you for taking care of me for ten years, but I have grown up, not a child. Please don't treat me like a child, okay?
Do you remember that time? On Sunday, you mix flour and plan to make steamed bread. Your bean-sized sweat drips down slowly, into your clothes and socks, and all of it seeps out. Seeing your hard work, I made up my mind to help you make steamed bread. When you were holding a rolling pin, I imitated your appearance, holding the prepared dough in my left hand and the meat stuffing in my right hand, which was well wrapped. At this time, you came back. You didn't praise me for being a sensible steamed stuffed bun, but said, "Hanhan, what are you doing?" "I'm making buns." I said. "You can't do it, stop it, and play the guzheng!" I had to go discontentedly and play the guzheng.
Mom, I don't want to be a child anymore. I am no longer a baby eagle under the wing of an eagle. I want to fly to the sky.
One day, it was very hot. I wear a thin sportswear to school. You saw it, and changed it into a thick cloak. Do you know that?/You know what? As soon as I got to school, I was sweating profusely. I am no longer a person who didn't know how to dress when I was a child.
I understand your love, but don't be too protective of me, because I don't want to be a bird anymore.
You see, when the chicken grows up, it will find its own food; When a bird grows up, it will fly alone; When the tiger grows up, it will hunt alone ... people will grow up one day. You can slowly let go of my hand and cultivate my independent ability; I can also make my own decisions about some small things-because I have grown up. Mom, please believe me, okay?
In the seventh grade, I want to say composition 6 to you, dad, do you know? As long as you gamble, I will be very angry, and so will my mother.
I don't want to see your tired expression of losing money because of gambling, and I don't want to see my mother's sad and angry eyes and miserable face. Dad, don't gamble!
Once, you were sitting next door gambling, and I was doing something. My mother was angry and said, "Your father lost 1000 yuan." I suddenly felt that my father was addicted to gambling and hated him very much. Otherwise, how can you gamble when you lose three or four hundred dollars? I think this 1000 yuan, maybe, I can use it to pay tuition? Buy a bike? Dad! Why can't you restrain yourself? No matter what you do with the money, it's better than giving it away for nothing. If you had restrained yourself, you wouldn't have lost any money. You're really "a slip of the foot makes a lasting regret"
Another time, you couldn't help itching and sat down on the mahjong table. When I got home and saw you having dinner alone, my mother locked herself in her room. As soon as I saw it, I knew you had lost again. My mother hates you for not even eating dinner, which worries me. I'm afraid my mother will be hungry. Seeing that you are so tired that you even ate an extra bowl of rice, I really want to tell you: if I had known this, why bother yourself. I packed a bowl of rice and put it on my mother's bed, and my mother took it out. I thought: mom, why are you starving yourself for dad? Dad kept persuading and gambling, and it was all his own fault in the end!
Dad, don't let nasty gambling hurt your feelings with mom. Dad, don't you care about money? That's your hard-earned money! Dad, I beg you, stop gambling! Dad, can you promise me?
In the seventh grade, I want to tell you composition 7 Earth, you are our benefactor, and you are our life. You raised us, and we lived in Qian Qian for generations. It can be said that without you, there would be no human existence.
Since ancient times, what has kept us alive? It's you! It's you, Mother Earth! You are generous and selfless, and you have given everything around you to us. Rivers, lakes and seas are your smooth blood; black soil is your bodybuilding skin. Mother Earth, how great and spectacular you are! I praise you! I praise you!
But how can we repay you? We hurt you mercilessly! Due to human ignorance and reckless felling of trees, vegetation has been destroyed a lot and the air has become depressed. What is even more frightening is that some areas are also affected by the desert, and the yellow sand is swept away with the whistling wind. It turns out that a good place surrounded by green trees is full of yellow sand overnight, which looks so bleak and terrible. Not only the plants are destroyed, but also a lot of waste gas and wastewater are discharged from the factory. I remember reading a story in a book: a factory discharged all its wastewater into a clear river. Not only did all the fish in the river die, but even the people who carried water here dozens of miles away were unfortunately poisoned and died. Pathetic, deplorable and exasperating! If humans do this again and again, they will hurt themselves tomorrow.
Mother Earth, June 22nd is your birthday. I believe that on this day, all people will appeal to * * * to protect you, so that you won't get hurt or cry.
Let the mountains be greener, the clear water flow forever, the blue sky be more transparent, the environment be more beautiful and better, and Mother Earth be "free"!
Seventh grade, I want to tell you composition 8. What I want to say to my mother is high and deep, so it may take a year to finish what I want to say to my mother.
The first thing I want to say to my mother is: "Mom, thank you for making money." Mom usually works very hard, and her hands and feet hurt when she comes home. She has to work tomorrow, so her mother is very hard. Mom, thank you.
The second thing I want to say to my mother is: "Mom, thank you for helping us cook." Mom will also help with housework during the holiday and work hard early tomorrow morning, so she still can't rest during the holiday. Mom, thank you.
The third thing I want to say to my mother is: "Thank you, Mom. You are very tired after work, but you still have to help me check my homework. " My mother not only takes a shower after work, but also eats, but she always helps me check my homework and sign it, so my mother has been working hard after work and has to help me check my homework. Mom, thank you.
Because I have written three sentences to my mother, I will write here for the time being, but I still have a lot to say to my mother. I said more than these words to my mother.
Happy Mother's Day to all mothers in the world. I think mom not only has to go to work, but also helps with housework, and helps the children check their homework and sign their names, so you have worked hard.
In the seventh grade, I want to say composition 9 to you. Hello, my dearest mother. I wrote about you in my article today. You won't be angry when you see it! In fact, it's nothing, just want to tell you one thing from the heart here, even if it's communication! No malice. Don't think I'll turn you in!
Mom, you know what? Actually, I love you very much Whenever I see your hard body, my heart is very uncomfortable and painful. Sometimes I really want to turn you into a little thing and put it in my pocket, so that I can protect you from any external harm. I know, this idea is impossible. However, I still want to try my best to lighten your mental or other burden. I don't want you to suffer for me, and make more money for my study. You will be exhausted. I hope you can live a healthy and happy life more than anyone else, just as you care about me. But mom, why don't you understand? Why do you always say all of us don't care about you? Don't you remember that when I was very young, I saved pocket money for a few weeks and bought you a bunch of flowers; Don't you remember that dad cooked for you for your birthday: don't you forget that your brothers and sisters are trying to save money to reduce your burden; Mom, there are many more. Have you forgotten all about it? We love you, and we hope you can live happily. Why don't you understand? Mom, my daughter wants to say to you sincerely here: stop complaining and stop complaining about God's injustice. In fact, you are not alone, because you still have us. We will always love you, miss you and live a good life! As long as you are open-minded, you can get the happiness you want. Here, I wish you health and happiness forever. We love you forever!
In the seventh grade, I want to tell you the composition 10. My father is like a mountain with five elements. I am overwhelmed by this "the Monkey King" all day. Dad, I really want to say to you, "I want to be free."
There is a "hitting line" in my room. If you exceed this "hitting line", there will be no forgiveness.
Once, I don't know where I got the courage to stand up and put my head out of the "beating line" and look around. In normal times, I wouldn't even think about it. I stood up and walked carefully to the "beaten line". I put my head out of the "beating line" and looked around. Haha, nobody. I am smug and want to cross the "beating line". "Where are you going?" Oh, my God, dad's voice! It turned out that dad opened the door slightly and looked at me from time to time. Hearing the sound, I sat down in my seat like a coward. I pinched a cold sweat and felt like "fifteen fights-so anxious" for fear of being beaten. Sure enough, my father came. He flew into a rage and was about to give me two "meat buns" when my grandfather came. Seeing dad's slap fall, grandpa hurriedly picked up a piece of white paper on the table: "The imperial edict says that due to special circumstances, Wang Wei will be exempted from being beaten for the time being and will be retried tomorrow morning." Dad must stop hitting me. That was close. I turned the tables.
Once, I ventured out again, but I still couldn't escape my father's eyes. When the volcano erupted, my father held me down with one hand and held me high with the other. I closed my eyes hard and cried like a pig. I only heard "bang, bang" two "baked wheat cakes" fall on my ass. I just felt a burst of heat on my ass, my nose was sour and I cried.
Whenever I see birds flying freely outside the window, I can't help crying. I really want to be free, dad. I want to say to you, "I want to be free."
In the seventh grade, I want to tell you the composition 1 1. Today coincides with Teachers' Day. Teacher, I have no precious gift for you, and I have no gorgeous language to praise you. I only send you a heartfelt blessing: Happy Teachers' Day! Teacher, although we have been together for less than a month, I have deep feelings for you. At the beginning of the new semester, you seriously walked into the classroom and looked at your strange face. I thought: will this teacher be very powerful? I was shocked when you called my name. You are my head teacher! The students took their places, and you introduced yourself to us in a friendly way. At that moment, I suddenly felt that you were so amiable.
When you teach us in that standard Mandarin, I feel that your words are so friendly; I especially like your cadence reading; You often quote some knowledge that you can't learn from books, and I feel that your instructions are really profound; Especially when writing on the blackboard for the first time, wow! Your handwriting is very unique and beautiful! I worship you wholeheartedly, teacher! The school will hold an autumn sports meeting. In order to select athletes, you will accompany us to exercise regardless of the hot sun. Teacher, I really want to take part in the sports meeting to win glory for my class, but I'm afraid I'll let you and your classmates down. It is your smile and eyes that give me courage. You often take pains to explain a problem to us so that we can understand it. Once, I had a stomachache. It was your words of concern that dispelled my nervous mood and made me feel like a mother.
Some people say, "A teacher is a person who holds up the sun." Although I still don't understand the meaning of this sentence, I think my naughty child will grow up healthily with your careful care. Teacher, I sincerely thank you!
In the seventh grade, I want to tell you the composition 12. There are countless things like stars in my little head, and only my mother's things are still clear and unforgettable.
Mom, I'm sorry! I'm in the sixth grade, which often worries you. I still vaguely remember: your previous grades were a mess, and you were tireless. No matter the wind and rain, or the hot summer, you never shout out bitterness and tiredness, and you never forget the purpose of your efforts-to let our three brothers and sisters read better books and let us have plenty of food and clothing. You bear it again and again and bury the bitterness and tiredness in your heart. ...
I was willful more than once, remember? Last semester in Grade Six, the school organized an autumn outing. I told you so excitedly, but you gave me a meal. 1 people need 100 more money, and all three of us have to go. Plus bought some miscellaneous snacks, nearly 500 yuan, equivalent to our family's living expenses for more than ten days. Your disapproval at that time was very unforgivable. Other children can play, I want to go. Mom, why can't I go? For this reason, I was angry and had a cold war with you, but later I figured it out. Because of the financial crisis, I know it is not easy for you to make money. I was angry with the workers in the factory. We were still angry with you when I came home. I'm really sorry. Mom is really tired, isn't she? Mom, I'm sorry! Forgive your daughter's willfulness and ignorance!
Although I have grown up, your star-like eyes are still shining in my heart, purifying my soul. Help me put the chips of "self" and "life" on the balance of life, help me find the true meaning of life, and let me say to you again: "Mom, you have worked hard!"
I wish you:
Healthy and happy
Seventh grade, I want to tell you the composition 13 Dear seventh grade:
Hello!
The days of being in the same boat with you have quietly ended. A year has passed, and our feelings have been deeply rooted.
Your eyes are shining with wisdom, recording our efforts, struggles, smiles and tears, which will never disappear.
In my heart, you are a brand-new and dazzling starting point. Through you, I see a road that extends to the shining horizon, and a touch of red sun rises in Ran Ran.
You really look like a changeable and mysterious Jianghu woman. If you appreciate a hardworking person, give him a helping hand and let him sit on the throne of the temple. In the face of an idle person, you show a silver sword when the fog is shrouded, and your eyes are firm, stabbing him into the abyss.
Your fast and compact pace has forced everyone in this mighty brigade to speed up their pace and run to the dazzling finish line far away from Wan Li. I used to be depressed and at a loss on this road. But you, with infinite inspiration, pulled me out of the dark abyss, the fog will disperse, and my naked blood will never flow like this, violently and endlessly, as if I had caught something I had never had before.
Did you hear our hearts? We will be warriors who will break through the thorns and go to the future. You are our most persistent comrade-in-arms and the most loyal ferryman. Although I passed you, there are still countless levels, but they are all different from you. Somewhere after praying for many years, I look back at you with pride and tears in my eyes, and miss the year when we worked together. You are really a firework that I can't erase in my life.
I think you will smile at me then.
Thank you.
I am here to convey
Salute!
Your comrade-in-arms: xxx
20xx June 15