Conversation at the dinner table is not only a chat between relatives, but also a love and care for relatives. The following is an example of the dialogue composition about 600 words before the first day of the table that I collected for you. I hope you like it.

I bowed my head, ate delicious food, and listened to other people's compliments and blessings. Suddenly, when I was talking at the dinner table, I saw mint, and I remembered mint and the past of this table.

It was two years ago, when Mint just moved into the house, she encountered a cold winter. Because I didn't do well in the final exam, the whole family lost their warm breath. I put it on the dining table. At the table, it looks small, helpless and lifeless. On that occasion, my parents talked with me at the dinner table. My parents looked at me anxiously and gently asked me the reason for my poor exam results. My father looked at me silently, scolded me angrily and sat helplessly. But my mother kept silent, and I waited helplessly for the storm like a little mint.

Finally, my father spoke. "You know what? Mint is called "crazy plant" in the businessman's mouth. I don't know. "I replied in a low voice. Do you know why we bought you this can of mint? I don't know. He is still calm and I am still depressed. "You will know in a year!"

Later, we were still sitting at the table. "Do you understand now?" Dad asked. "Mint likes light and cold." I said. "You still don't understand," dad said. We bought this can of mint for you. You were in a bad mood, and everything seemed like a cloud. As he spoke, he glanced at the mint and the leaves spread out in the light. We just want you to have the determination to overcome winter, the spirit of advocating light and the courage to do your best. Dad said softly.

Now, I still look at the pot of mint, as if he looked at me then, and we watched the growth as if he looked at me. Maybe whenever we encounter wind and rain, someone will take our place. When the valley is low, someone will always reach out his hands, and he will stare at us without asking for anything in return.

Teacher Hailong's comment: The writing center of Unit 5 of Chinese Grade 7 is an excellent center.

1. In the composition "Talking at the Table", the author can use things and mint to express his feelings, express the truth of life, highlight the upward theme in the process of growth, highlight the center, and highlight the center of self-confidence.

Second, the idea of choosing mint is novel, which gives readers thinking and enlightenment.

Thirdly, I can use the narrative method of interpolation in narrative, and I have a strong ability to control words.

One night, my father and mother were having dinner. I ate delicious food and listened to the adults talking about things around me.

Suddenly, my mother helped me get something I didn't like to eat. I gave the rice to my mother again and said, "Mom, I don't want to eat."

The father sitting on the side said angrily, "If you don't eat anything now, how can you study outside in the future!" "

"Why?"

"If you don't eat now, you won't eat anything in the future, and the food in other places is not to your taste. Don't you eat peppers, mice and snakes? " Dad said.

"Can I go to Heilongjiang?" I asked curiously.

"There are hardly any marine fish there." Dad said loudly, "If there is any marine fish, it is not fresh. Can't eat. " Dad paused and continued: "Because all the fish there have to be shipped from here, how far!" " So it won't be very fresh. "

Unwilling, I asked my mother again: "Then I will go to Fujian!" "There are mice and snakes over there." Mother swallowed and continued, "Because it's hot there, too." I was surprised and said to my father, "Then I will go to Sichuan head office!" " "

Dad burst out laughing: "Just you, don't joke with me, they specialize in spicy food there.". Do you eat spicy food? " Dad added, "Oh, by the way, weren't you good at eating spicy food before?" Why not now? "

"This? It's because I used to eat only spicy food at my grandparents' house, so I can only eat like that. Now I seldom eat spicy food at home, so I won't eat it! " I explained. I added, "I just don't know what to eat in the future! " "

Mother said earnestly, "So, you must be picky about food now." After listening to my parents, I should not be picky about food in the future.

About 600 words in front of the dining table on the third day of the first day. The sunshine in autumn is like residual red, which sadly dyes half the sky. The tragic brilliant red sunset is like a wound in my heart. But I can't help thinking. I sat at my desk, thinking about what I talked about at dinner just now.

I dragged my tired body into the room in a trance. Obviously, the dishes on the table were carefully prepared, so I couldn't help asking my mother, "Mom, is there any day today?" "Oh, it's just a celebration. Your geography scores have improved. " Suddenly, a wave came to my mind inexplicably and washed away all my ideas of giving up. Repeated failures have made me more disappointed in myself.

After dinner, our whole family sat around the dining table, and the atmosphere was inexplicably embarrassing. So I said, "Do you think if a person has a dream, he should work hard to realize it?" "Of course, otherwise what is the value of life?" Sister replied. "But if it's impossible, why chase it?" Suddenly, the atmosphere at the dinner table was silent, and my sister bowed her head and said nothing.

For a long time, my father patted me on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Dream is not only a person's goal, but also a belief. This belief can make you grow and mature. Maybe when you make great efforts, you will get more disappointment, but it will also make you blossom a flower in the abyss. Isn't this the meaning of life? "

Suddenly, I realized that after weeks of hard work. My math score has not improved, and my writing level seems to be declining. I have been disappointed and evaded, but what can this represent?

I finally understand the opposition between failure and dream. On the way of growing up, I must water my dreams with tears and sweat. This may be realized in the conversation at the dinner table.

About 600 words of dialogue composition before the dinner table in the first day of junior high school. Today, the sky is gray, there is no wind, and God keeps a straight face. Just like my parents with a straight face.

Today was supposed to be a happy meal, but suddenly it became unpleasant. There was silence on the dining table.

"Today is really a bad day!" Father took the lead in speaking and did not forget to strike the table. Mom also kept a straight face: "What a shame!" There was silence again, only the sound of chewing.

I looked at my father, then at my mother, and broke the silence: "Er … don't keep a straight face and tell me what's going on." My parents looked at each other and told unpleasant stories.

"We went shopping together in the morning, watched the National Day coming, and bought something back. It's a pity that the shop is open and the contents are in a mess. The clerk still ignored me. I was so angry that we didn't buy anything. Don't buy anything, forget it. We stopped for less than 3 minutes and were posted by the traffic police. You said it was annoying! "

Dad told the whole story in one breath, and I finally spit out four words: "Calm down first." "Can't disappear! The car was posted and may be fined! " Hearing this answer, I was speechless, and my mind quickly searched for words to describe it, but I couldn't get it, and it was awkward. "Dad, mom, this thing, er ... the clerk may be in a bad mood and considerate!" Mom didn't make a sound after listening. "Dad, being labeled is also a traffic rule, otherwise the traffic will be chaotic!" "Dad didn't make any noise." Alas, "Mom sighed," I wonder if there will be a fine! "This ... I am speechless." Dad ... "He just looked at me and didn't speak.

There was another silence. "Dad, mom, don't worry about these things. Let bygones be bygones. Leave me alone. Just pay attention next time. " "But …" My father interrupted my mother before she finished. "Yes, my daughter is right. Why should we sigh for such a trivial matter? Eat, eat! "

"Hoo-"I breathed a sigh of relief, and finally I could eat with peace of mind.

About 600 words of dialogue composition in the first table of Grade One. 5 "Dinner!" Dad shouted.

I quickly put on my shoes, pulled my feet out of the warm stove and went straight to the living room. "It smells good! Dad, are you a good craftsman? Wait for me to have a taste! " I washed my hands in a hurry and ran to the dining table, while my mother put down her rag and strolled into the bathroom. I couldn't wait, so I started to stutter, and so did my father. I said, "Delicious, delicious!" "Dad looked at me and joked," Others use the hungry wolf to read, but you use the hungry wolf to eat. " As soon as I heard this, I put down my chopsticks and stared at my father disgruntled. Just then, my mother slowly came out of the bathroom and sat on the dining table. My mother is the kind of person who eats and sleeps without talking, so no matter how I talk to my father, she won't interrupt. I talked with my father about a lot of trivial things. For example, at school, a classmate quarreled with a classmate, and a classmate was criticized by the teacher ... At this moment, my mother suddenly said, "It's a little noisy, don't talk while eating!" " I froze for a moment and nodded. I saw that my father was still chattering, and my mother's anger gradually came up. I began to worry about my father. "Be quiet! "Mom flew into a rage.

Dad looked up and caught a glimpse of me, who was hiding from laughing, and gave me a hard look. I continue to laugh, this time it seems too unscrupulous ... "Yu Liangyu! Don't eat when you laugh! " When I was in training, I saw my father laughing like a flower there. I was so angry that I lowered my head to pick up rice. Dinner was finally quiet, but like my father and I, of course, we refused to give up and started whispering below. At this time, it seems that the storm is a precursor, dark clouds are gathering, and mother is unhappy. My father and I looked at it and quickly closed our mouths. Alas, my father and I both have poor memories. In silence, we had a delicious meal.

In the evening, my father winked at me. I nodded and began to be attentive to my mother. My father is here, too. We both seem to be oiled to please my mother. My mother really can't kill us. She forgave me and my father and said, "We can't talk about it next time!" My father and I laughed and said, "Yes!"