In ordinary daily life, everyone must have been exposed to writing. Writing can exercise our habit of being alone, calm our mind and think about our future direction. What is the composition you have seen? The following are eight seventh-grade compositions with 511 words that I have compiled for you. Welcome to read and collect them. 1

One winter morning, I took a motorcycle home from my cousin's house. It's still early, and there is still some lingering fog in front of me. In a slightly blurred sight, there is a white figure shaking, with hands rhythmically placed. My heart is full of doubts: who could it be? The car approached, and I saw it. It was a cleaner. He looked a little thin and wore a suit of cleaners' work clothes. I specially looked at his face. Although his head hung low, I saw him clearly. He was an excellent student cadre in our school.

His hand swept rhythmically, and when it was in a pile, he scooped it up and put it in a garbage bag. He kept sweeping and sweeping. Sometimes, when he saw some paper bags flying into the cracks in the stones by the roadside, he bent down and reached for it without hesitation, put it in the garbage bag and continued to sweep and sweep. In these streets extending in all directions, few people come out in this cold winter, and only he wanders there to sweep the garbage. Only when he sweeps down a street will he raise his head and wipe the sweat on his forehead, which is flowing in such a cold winter, and then he will continue to walk back. What will he do if he walks back? He is checking whether he has cleaned it, and whether there is any paper thrown by others or blown by the wind after sweeping it. He won't go home until he is clean after inspection.

This is not his duty, because he is not a cleaner at all, he is just a student in overalls. Why did he come out to clean the road in cold weather? It is because he has a helpful heart and a warm heart that he will clean the road for people's health. In the cold weather, a heart under my originally cold body was immediately infected by the quality of this unknown alumnus.

Although I don't know him, let alone his name, I have met him. On the podium of the school, he once held high a certificate of "outstanding student cadre".

unknown, never met, but he is the person I admire most! 511-word composition of grade seven 2

When I shuttled between the canteen and the classroom, I saw the dark faces and the rough hands again. They wear blue or black homespun clothes with one or two buttons missing, and use a pair of hands with yellow cocoons to build a "greenhouse" for the taller trees in our school. They are skilled in their movements. In a short time, a trapezoidal fortress was established-a pious heart made a knot, and a simple soul erected a pole. Then he patted the dust on his shoulder and left without saying a word, with the beautiful sunset reflected in his back.

This is our broadest and most ordinary working people, who are respectable and lovely despite their vulgar clothes and low education. "In their world, there is another kind of complexity, another kind of wisdom, another kind of profound philosophy and another kind of great behavior!" (Lu Yao) Yes, give them a swamp and they will turn it into a green field. Give them a brick and they will build a solid wall. Their tears can merge into a clear spring, and their blood can rush into a thick ink. They are unknown, as old as ever.

They came from far away, and with overwhelming momentum, holding giant pens of vicissitudes of life, they painted magnificent pictures, not to mention the layers of oil-green terraces like flowers, not to mention the great wall that leaps like a dragon, and the spirit that is full of iron in ink is enough to impress you.

They are too ordinary, just like the dirt everywhere; They are too ordinary, too ordinary to attract people's attention like grass. However, they are the foundation, the food to feed the public, and they work silently without return, creating countless human civilizations. They are scattered like mud in the north and south of the river and the river plains, emitting a thick and slightly dignified fragrance, which is wispy, round and round, and fragrant to people who have traveled long distances in history.

The earth is fragrant. May ordinary people in the world find comfort in their world. The composition of the seventh grade is 511 words 3

Here, I see the soul. -Inscription

When I stood in front of you, I was deeply shocked by you.

Although you are not very outstanding among many excellent works, in my eyes, you are full of soul and a work of art that reflects today's society. It can even be said that it is a body with a soul, which shows everything incisively and vividly, and people have to admire it.

You, the hand wrapped with a piece of almost white gauze, and the other hand seems to be deeply separated, so don't entangle and entangle in a little messy yarn. However, it is precisely because of the winding of the yarn that you seem to have life, which has aroused the * * * sound in my soul.

I have stood in front of you for a long time.

That yarn has created an emotional entanglement between people, and it has also created a chaos in my mind now. Everything is as tangled as that yarn. There is a kind of "cut constantly, manage not disorderly".

I touch my hands gently, feeling the feeling of gentle frosting, and the lines on the gauze are like the bumps in my life, such as the lines on the shells, leaving traces of years ...

I feel that I will face my soul again. I touched the artwork and the soul, almost unable to extricate myself.

calm down and look at this work of art again. Oh, it is indeed a living work of art.

Looking around, there are survey volumes slightly covered with glass. For example, "What do you think white symbolizes?" There are various answers, including "blank, pure, clean and simple ..." Each survey paper tells me everyone's different values, world outlook and even a profound understanding of life.

gradually, when I looked at them, I felt as if I was being held back by some force. The vast expanse of white filled my mind, as if the world had returned to the beginning of cannibalism, and everything was so clean, pure and spotless.

Hold up the camera and photograph this beautiful soul. The composition of the seventh grade 511 words 4

In my glove box that has been left unattended for many years, there is a small square box several inches in size. The surrounding debris has long been covered with dust, but it is brand new. It contains a colored candle that burns almost "tears begin to dry", and it also contains an old story.

This colored candle was given to me by my uncle as a birthday present for my sixth birthday. It is about a centimeter long and only as thick as a centimeter in radius. It has two beautiful eyes, a tall nose and a small cherry mouth printed on it, which is quite girlish. The "pigtail" on its head is more realistic, and you can really throw it up. It's so cute!

on one occasion, my family was forced to cut off electricity because I didn't pay the electricity bill. We had to pick up lovely candles for lighting. I held it high, stroked it with my little hand, raised my mouth and said, "lovely little candle, please light us up!" We will thank you. " Without saying anything, my mother took the candle in my hand and carefully lit it with a cigarette lighter she just bought. Suddenly, a small flame lit up. It used its "golden eye" to make our faces red. After a while, I pointed my finger at it and sobbed, "Mom … why is it crying?"? Ah-it hurts, come on, help it! " He blew out the candle. At this time, there are just two guys with ulterior motives (I remember that they seem to have just stolen the upstairs and then stole our two habitual thieves in their thirties downstairs, with about three criminal records) who want to steal from us, and when they see that we don't turn on the light, they are full of evil intentions, so they pick up tools and start committing crimes. We heard such a big noise in the room, so we looked out from the perspective mirror by candlelight (my father had lit the candle), and we saw two people with ferocious faces and considerable strength, smashing our burglar-proof iron. We mentioned the fixed line and called the "111" alarm. Soon, the police brought them to justice and took them back ...

Therefore, this candle is really a "meritorious minister". It has also become my favorite. I'll never throw it away-isn't it still lying in our glove box?

... 511-word composition of Grade 7 5

I wandered alone, remembering and tearing up my imagination. I walked in a hurry, and I couldn't help stopping at several stops on the way. After a short rest, I set off again. I walked slowly. Suddenly, another gust of wind passed by. Unconsciously, time has flown by half, and there are only a few days left in this semester. I can't help asking myself whether I am worthy of life and learning. This exam is like a swift and violent wind, which comes and goes quietly. I haven't recovered yet, and it's just my back and me. I used to think that exams were a long tunnel, and dark fear was full of excitement and challenges.

but this time it passed me in such a hurry that I couldn't help feeling a little surprised. I don't know what it smelled like in my heart. Anyway, it's not only a surprise, but maybe a little surprise! Since it's like a gust of wind, it certainly left me nothing but a brief coolness. I want to catch it, but it is invisible; I want to smell it, but she is tasteless; I want to hide it in my eyes, but it is colorless! I'm a little furious, hysterical and unreasonable at the thought of it.

however, calm down and think: what did I bring it? Are they bright red double circles? Still a plate face, I think about it, maybe the latter comes from the top! It's another month's study. Although I haven't made any progress, I have only one thing to comfort myself-my mind is normal. I am glad that I have finally become my true self: I am not afraid of pain and face the rising sun with a smile! I am in the same boat with my dream, at least I am not alone. Go up, boy! Seven-grade composition 511 words 6

Speaking of the person I admire most, it's my Chinese teacher, Mr. Hu. You asked me why Mr. Hu was chosen among all the teachers. Of course, this is not because I don't respect inviting his teacher. I also respect other teachers, because teachers have given us all their knowledge, so all teachers respect me very much. However, Mr. Hu's unique education method is different. Our classmates who didn't like Chinese liked Chinese, but those who liked Chinese became more fond of it. This is why I admire Mr. Hu.

let me introduce Mr. Hu. Mr. Hu's face is round or not, and it is pointed. Mr. Hu's nose is a little high, his eyes are bright and bright, and his mouth is small and very delicate.

Since I just entered this class, some students have said that Mr. Hu's teaching method is unique, so I must study hard. This sentence made me think that Mr. Hu is fierce, but I was impressed by him in his first class. His class made me feel that time passed very quickly and the class was over soon, because we were all very happy in his class. He is approachable, takes good care of his students, takes classes seriously and is humorous. Students in class are both excited and relaxed. When giving lectures, he often analyzes difficult problems with examples from life or some historical stories, so that we can learn knowledge while listening to stories and never tire of hearing them.

Mr. Hu is serious in class. He is full of infinite wisdom. No matter what problems come to him, it is not difficult for us to learn very easily. As soon as the students make mistakes, they tell many truths from him, so that they can correct them in time and often tell us the truth. Every time he tells a truth, we can realize our mistakes and correct them. He also treats every student equally, regardless of his academic performance. He believes that we are all plastic talents, and it is his confidence in us and his tireless teaching that makes our class top in the school. Such a teacher deserves our respect. 7

There is always a place away from the hustle and bustle of the city. Through the bustling crowd, back to the home. After a hard day's work, I sat back in the quiet nest, and then I expected a favorite dinner and my relatives gathered under the warm lamp.

the kitchen is such a place. What goes in is the simple and colorless raw ingredients; What comes out is delicious food that can heal the soul. Everyone can actually become an excellent cook; In everyone's heart, there is actually a recipe of their own. At first, I didn't read it carefully, didn't read it thoroughly, and I was in a hurry. After practicing several times more, my heart seems to have secretly made a contract with the kitchen. Then, I feel calm and harmonious, such as shuttling on the stage, no hurry, no panic.

Cutting food is about knife work, and it is also a worthwhile process. The fine art of a knife worker can only be achieved by practice. And everyone's feelings, even personality, are particularly distinguishable. Skilled knives and small cuts of ingredients, delicate feelings; Larger cuts, informal temperament; It doesn't matter if the knife is not skilled, then you must be persistently pursuing a better life; When dropping the knife, slow down the force before touching the board, which is like water tenderness; It's passionate to drop the knife with great strength and speed. In the kitchen, everything becomes harmonious and beautiful, enjoying the process of life and looking forward to the fruits of good dreams.

whether it's exquisite or rough frying, frying and braising, as long as the cooking is high, it's definitely a delicacy. When cooking, it's really a pleasure. Watching the dishes gradually take shape, settle down and shine with their own efforts, like a piece of art, an indescribable sense of pride arises. Even the harsh "stabbing" sound when cooking is not a tragic scream, but a warm cheer when it changes.

put the dishes on the table with both hands, and the family will smile at each other, and at the same time, raise the tableware, as if the last ceremony before eating was finished, and then you can start to taste. Everyone is talking and laughing, but they are not rude and elegant.

This kitchen is really a magical world, and it is a stage for me. It's still lonely to raise a glass to invite the moon. Why don't you have tea with your relatives and enjoy a table of seafood? Seven-grade composition 511 words 8

people, it is strange, some things that don't matter to others, but they are precious and incredible.

The cold wind was blowing, and the roadside trees were bare with the winter chill. Everyone who passed by me shrank their necks and crossed their hands. In this weather, I have caught a cold since I was a child. I went home and rummaged for the medicine, but the medicine was not found, but I found a yellowed paper label.

The paper label breaks into several pieces when pinched, and the yellowed color undoubtedly does not show its age. That's mom's handwriting, right? That's mom's handwriting. But what is described above is only the prescription and dosage of some cold medicines. A large piece belongs to the mark of pen ink, which is used by my mother when she writes.