In daily study, work and life, everyone has tried to write a composition. With the help of composition, people can reflect objective things, express their thoughts and feelings and transmit knowledge and information. So, how to write a composition? The following is the composition of the first volume of the seventh grade that I collected and sorted out, which is for reference only. Let's have a look together. The first volume of the seventh grade composition 1

"Out of the pot! -"a delicious, and crisp outside and tender in the big oil cake out of the pot. Speaking of my favorite foods: volcano ribs, oil cakes, steak, fried rice with eggs, meatballs, sausage, Orlean roasted wings, sparerib soup … countless. However, my favorite pasta is the oil cake made by my grandmother.

that day, we went to grandma's house to play. At noon, grandma asked me, "What are you eating?" I'll do it for you. "

I immediately said my favorite food: "of course it's your thousand layers of sweet and spicy oil cakes!" "

grandma immediately said, "ok, I'll do it right away."

after that, grandma went to make me pancakes. The first step in making oil cakes is to mix the dough. Grandma put dry yeast powder into a small basin, only to see grandma holding a cup full of warm water in one hand and pouring warm water into the yeast powder basin bit by bit, and the yeast powder slowly dissolved. After melting the yeast powder, grandma found a big basin, poured two scoops of noodles into it with a scoop of noodles, and poured yeast water into the noodles bit by bit, stirring the flour while pouring it by the water. And into a smooth dough, covered with a thick plastic wrap to wake it up. I can't wait to ask my grandmother, "When will grandma start cooking?"

Grandma smiled and replied, "Don't worry yet, we have to make pastry."

I asked my grandmother puzzled, "What is pastry?"

Grandma said mysteriously, "It can make oil cakes crispy outside and tender inside, making them more delicious and delicious." Grandma said that she poured oil into the pan, sprinkled flour into the pan bit by bit, and kept stirring to make a sticky pastry.

after the dough is done, grandma makes them into one small dose after another and squashes them. I saw grandma holding the flour paste in her left hand and a rolling pin in her right hand. She kept rolling the flour paste, and her left hand kept turning, rolling thin and fast. Grandma found another small spoon, dug two small spoonfuls of pastry from the pot, poured them on the dough and wiped them evenly. Grandma picked up a kitchen knife and cut several knives from the edge to the middle, but didn't cut to the center. She folded them together and kneaded them into a dough, and then rolled them into a pancake with a rolling pin.

Now grandma electrifies the electric baking pan, paints it with a layer of oil, and puts the pastry with crispy oil into the electric baking pan. I can't wait for a long time. I have a plate in my left hand and a pair of chopsticks in my right hand, ready to grab the oil cake that just came out of the pot.

Less than a minute later, grandma opened the lid of the electric cake pan. I thought the cake was cooked, but it was grandma who wanted to turn over, and her happy mood suddenly reached the lowest point. Two minutes later, the oil cake was cooked. I couldn't wait to pick it up with chopsticks and bite off half of it. But the oil cake was too hot and broke a small piece of skin on my mouth. I ate an oil cake with two strokes.

I ate the first oil cake before the second one came out. When my sister saw that I ate the first oil cake, she cried and asked for it. Fortunately, the second oil cake was coming out soon, or she would make her cry again. My sister didn't eat the oil cake cooked by grandma last time, and she has already cried once. Grandma's oil cake is so delicious.

grandma's oil cake won't get tired of eating for a week. Composition 2

At 9 o'clock in the evening of the ninth day of the lunar calendar, Polaris, the universe's master, remembered the starlight party to be held tomorrow night, and was in a good mood, so he thought of going around the following units.

He came to the Milky Way, and wanted to see how the night in day order is as cool as water. When the sun is away, the dean of the department will be in a working state, especially to see if the off-duty deputy director has made any progress in the moon business. He has long felt that she is not as enthusiastic about her work as the sun, and she is constantly changing her face all day, which makes people feel a little overdone. But in the face of these girls, Mr. Zhou Chang can still understand their love of beauty.

He made only one turn in his own blue air skating field, and then he felt something was wrong. His feet were light blue and his eyes were dark. Why is it so late today, and the moon hasn't come on duty yet? He immediately called up the screen opposite to the moon, and it was blank, with a line of Chinese characters beside it: Sorry, the screen you adjusted has expired. Zhou Chang's good mood was suddenly shattered by the absence of the moon and the replacement of the opposite screen. As soon as he turned around, he immediately opened the cosmic video fiber machine and talked to the sun.

"The moon asked for leave today? Why aren't you on duty at the unit? "

"Oh, she didn't attend today. She sent me a frame of resignation by fax, saying that she couldn't resign. I'll let the girl from Jiaojiao River cover for one day, and I plan to know the situation after work tomorrow ..." "You'd better let Tiao Altair find out now, and don't let her affect the galaxy's starlight party tomorrow!" The tone of Polaris is a little hard.

after 12 minutes, the face of Altair appeared on the opposite screen of the universe, with a gloomy face. Polaris Zhou Chang thought that things might be bad. "say." He gave a one-word command. "In fact, the moon resigned for a reason. Recently, the wind of deforestation has risen again on the earth. They are always at night, cutting trees and destroying forests, creating hundreds of thousands of tons of disposable chopsticks and disposable bags with a height of 8, meters and a width of 4, meters. The garbage index produced every day is nearly 15% higher than that of the previous month. The ozone layer is mutated, and it is suffering from severe fat ozone disease. I am afraid that a new plague will spread on the earth. The moon really couldn't stand it, so I decided to resign and take back all the poems describing the moon from human memory. "

"You can page the moon through my optical fiber. Her communication equipment has been replaced." "No, she has her ideas, which is also good. She will ask for work soon. You should pay attention to study what humans on earth are most afraid of. "

at 8 o'clock in the evening of the 1th lunar month, the starlight party started as usual. The earth was shut out of Tianmen, so it was punished to wipe off the ozone hardening part with rotation power, and immediately stopped producing disposable products. There was no moon at night, and great panic would occur when thinking about the moon.

The moon did not perform the "Dance of Chang 'e" that she should perform, but improvised an essay entitled "Wake Up, Earthlings", which was sent to every soul after the party, accompanied by the tune "Above the Moon" and played seven times a day; It will not be until the 15th of next month that the moon will return to her job. One year later, I can only be activated with poems about the moon ... Composition 3 in the first volume of Grade 7 < P > Hello, I'm Zhang Zilong from Class 7 (2) of Xiyao Yuexi School.

I have big eyes and a thin body. Don't think I'm malnourished. I'm a glutton, so why am I so thin? That's the fault of sports. I am a person who can't sit still. I run around whenever I get a chance, and no amount of energy is consumed by me. Only that thick black hair is left to prove my health.

I'm a quick-witted person, and ideas come out of my head one after another. When I was a child, I didn't understand. These tricks really hurt my grandfather.

I still remember a weekend in Grade _, when my parents who were working far away from home didn't come back, leaving only my sister, grandpa and me at home. After doing my homework for a while, I feel quite bored. So, I grabbed my sister and asked her: Do you want to play hide and seek? Want to see grandpa in a hurry? My sister began to hesitate, thought for a moment and nodded.

so we split up. My sister said to my grandfather, "Grandpa, I'm going to get something on the first floor." I said, "Grandpa, I'm going to play computer." After grandpa agreed, I turned on the computer. As soon as I turned on the computer, I rushed downstairs to meet my sister while Grandpa was unprepared. We both found a very secret corner and hid. Then my sister screamed "Ah". Grandpa hurried down to look for it and asked, "What's the matter? What happened?" We both held our breath and said nothing. Grandpa turned around on the first floor, but he didn't see anyone, so he went upstairs again, muttering while going upstairs, how could he not see anyone when he was clearly down? When he went upstairs, I went out this time, and I screamed "Ah" with a louder voice. Grandpa asked loudly, "Longlong, what's wrong with you?" I'm not talking again. Listening to grandpa's footsteps, I know grandpa has come to the computer room to find me. We both imagined grandpa's impatience and secretly smiled. Grandpa lost his sister and me, and he was even more impatient. He walked around the house, yelling as he walked, and then when he got angry, he walked and scolded. At that time, we were really ignorant and thought it was very funny, but we just didn't speak. Grandpa confirmed that he had searched all the corners upstairs and couldn't find us, so he went downstairs again. He searched from corner to corner downstairs. This time, his voice was in tears. As he searched, he said, "Come out, two little ancestors, you are worried about your grandfather." At last, he came to the corner where we were hiding. I thought he would be found and tried to slip away quietly. However, it was too late. Grandpa took me by the hand and said angrily, "You, how can you do this? You are so unfilial." Looking at grandpa's old body and angry expression. I know I was really wrong.

I don't know how many times this happened when I was a child, and every time it made my grandfather very angry and helpless. It was not until I grew up and understood more and more truth that I realized that it was immoral to "base my happiness on the suffering of others". Only then did I know how ignorant I was before. Now, I will never waste my intelligence on playing tricks on people. I will study hard, use my intelligence in my studies, and strive to be a useful person when I grow up. The first volume of the seventh grade composition 4

Hello everyone. I really want to know everyone, and I am willing to be friends with everyone.

Smiling face like sunshine, lively and active, this is a word given to me by others after I know myself; Natural humor and lovely exaggeration are also gifts from my parents. Laughter is often my trademark expression. It can be said that it is already my exclusive "trademark"!

At school, my teacher brought me into a colorful sea of knowledge, and it was fun to swim in it. Some students are funny, some are humorous, some are self-serious, some are clever and lovely ... We study together, play together, make progress together, work hard together and have endless happiness.

I like making friends very much. I am warm, cheerful and optimistic, and I like dealing with humorous people very much. I have a wide range of hobbies, but I like reading best. Books give me a colorful spare time. Whenever I see a funny clip, I will laugh my head off and even roll on the bed like a crazy boy. Every time I see a sad fragment, my tears will be scattered in a straight way, and at this time I will become a standard crybaby. In my spare time, I like reading books. Every time I read it, I forget everything, as if I had entered the world of books. By the time I finished reading the book, it was already eight o'clock. I also like watching "Very Mysterious" and "Very Funny" series. These series of books are both funny and interesting, which can improve people's imagination.

but I once had such an ideal, that is, I was admitted to a key middle school, then entered a key high school, and then went to the road of my success. Contribute to the development of the country and contribute to the scientific cause of the country. However, although such an ideal will be difficult to realize, there will be many difficulties on the road of life. But as long as I encounter difficulties like Morton Hunt in the article "Take One Step, Take Another Step", I am not afraid, break down the big difficulties into small ones and keep moving forward, then I will eventually overcome the big difficulties.

But I also have many shortcomings. I like hurting people very much. Once, I was sitting in the classroom. There happened to be a man running towards me and I saw them coming. Stretch your feet. He tripped, skinned his leg and lost a lot of blood! I'll get out of here. "Stop." Looking back, it was our squad leader. He reported the matter to the teacher. Needless to say, I was scolded by the teacher and had to write a letter of criticism. What a pity. I hope I can get rid of this bad habit.

I have many ideals. When I was a child, I saw my uncle of the People's Liberation Army hitting the enemy with a gun on the battlefield. I felt that my uncle of the People's Liberation Army was very powerful and very powerful. So I am eager to be a PLA man and serve the people. (4), (5) When I was five years old, I watched the cartoon The Journey to the West, and I felt that the Monkey King in it was so powerful and powerful. So, I am eager to become a magical immortal. When I was eight years old, I fell in love with guitar, so I longed to be a professional guitar teacher. Now that I am in middle school, my ideal has changed again. My goal is-a famous university. Maybe I will have other ideals in the future, but this ideal will never change!

this is me, an ordinary and not simple person. Like a small wild chrysanthemum on the roadside, it will be brilliant if you give some sunshine; Like a small fish in the ocean, it is comfortable to give some seawater; Like the moon on the horizon, it is beautiful to give a few stars.

well, let's call it a day! The first volume of the seventh grade composition 5

is as natural as music, and the good news is fluttering.

the music fluttered around my fingertips and turned into gentle, elegant but not vulgar. -inscription

it's night, and it will be quiet eventually. I leaned against the edge of the bed and sat on the floor, looking up at the place where the moon should be. Unfortunately, only misty fog covered the whole sky.

The unique chirping of insects from the window is circulating in my ears, playing their own music. Wonderful sounds come and go, which is just a prelude to the music. My life is: singing softly.

Everything around me seems to be getting cold, and the insects gradually hide their music. I know that a shower is coming.

I love rain. I like the rustling, pattering, swishing, ticking and tinkling of rain ... I prefer walking in the misty rain, wandering along the ancient corridor, seeing all the confusion in the world, savoring its unique charm and listening to the music it brings.

sure enough, there was the sound of rain kissing the earth outside. I walked quickly to the window and fell on the edge. At first, the rain is falling all like a shy girl, ignorant of the world, coming slowly and insipid. Then, she became bold and left her footprints everywhere, fierce and bold. Yellow flower

because she is willing to fall to the ground, it turns into spring mud to protect flowers, and willow leaves droop their eyes because of her. Rain is falling all cordially contacted with them, as if telling a whisper, which spread to my ears and became a lullaby of Anyi, and I was addicted to it.

Rain is falling into the pond, pointing out one ripple after another, spreading everywhere, tinkling, tinkling ... floating into my ears again and again, composing music. My name is Sanmo.

Rain is falling all over the place, and the wind is swaying wicker, like a graceful girl, dancing with long sleeves to the music brought by Rain is falling all over the place, forming a dance. I named it: broken flowers.

The rain gradually lowered its volume, and the wind also slowed down its pace. Finally, it was only subtle.