The seventh grade unit composition article 1 originally thought that only by digesting boring words, words and sentences every day can we learn Chinese well; Originally thought that only by reciting a blunt sentence in class every day can we learn Chinese well; I thought I could learn Chinese only by writing hard on paper every day. Then I gradually realized that I was wrong. It turns out that Chinese also exists in life!
We learned parallelism, metaphor, personification and so on. In Chinese class. We are constantly feeling the fun and charm brought by Chinese. Now we can learn Chinese knowledge by reading newspapers, chatting and reading books. In our country, Chinese is used from official documents to everyone's name, and Chinese characters are fun. For example, my name-Li Junwei, Jun stands for handsome and Hui stands for greatness, which is my parents' wish!
In the autumn in the suburbs, we will think of the poem of the ancient poet Du Fu, "Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are redder than the flowers in February".
When we came to the wilderness after the rain, did you think of Zhu Ziqing's Grass? As Zhu Ziqing said, grass slowly emerged from the soil. These are China people in life!
When we go out shopping, when we meet the advertisement of the merchant, will you take out your dictionary to look up the information?
There are languages everywhere in life. Look carefully and you will find it!
Unit 7 Composition 2 I. Watching a play
"Big saw, big saw. Grandma's house, sing a big play. Pick up your daughter and invite your son-in-law and nephew to go. " Not long ago, the first drama troupe-Changzhou "Longfeng" Drama Troupe came to the "Five-Star Garden" community where my home is located. This coke is bad for all the people in the community, and I am no exception.
When I came home from school that day, as soon as I entered the gate of the community, I saw a red shed stage not far away. I'm so happy-I know there's a play tonight.
Sure enough, I vaguely heard one or two melodious songs after dinner. I pestered my parents to take me to the theatre, but they couldn't beat me and had to agree, so we went to the stage.
Seen from a distance, there are already a sea of people around the stage, and people from far and near flock to the stage in twos and threes. Approaching, on the open space in front of the small dance stage, villagers who have been sitting and moving stools; Some people ride three rounds, put a few small benches on the car, and the whole family sits in the car; There are young couples riding motorcycles sitting on motorcycles. Nature in the periphery is standing by. Rural people are not particular about it, but also pretend to be gentlemen. You have to stand with a cramp in your leg. After all, it won't last long.
The play on the stage has already started, and one or two actors are echoing each other. The title of the play has already been hung on the small blackboard on the left side of the stage. Look at the headlines and listen carefully. You will know which is the leading role and which is the supporting role on the stage in three or five sentences, and know where the play was sung, because these plays are familiar to the villagers, even women and children. If you don't believe me, listen: "Push, pull, turn, grind and turn. One person grinds like Chinatown, and two people grind like caravans. " This is a clear female voice, followed by a rich baritone "push, pull, turn, turn, grind." The top is like a dragon swallowing pearls, and the bottom is like a white wave. "That's' double grinding';" I am a versatile old woman. I am 58 years old. I have a job every day recently. I went to be a midwife the day before yesterday, a crybaby yesterday, and a matchmaker today ... "This is a timely help. The actresses on the stage have rich expressions, sweet voices and vivid performances, which make people have rich associations. This vivid image is the humorous female image that will croak around us.
Listen, listen, I've lost myself in it and lost track of time. At this moment, my mother said, "Let's go home! It's already half past eight! " I just came to my senses. I reluctantly went home with my parents at the thought of going to school tomorrow.
When I got home, I fell asleep quickly with these dramatic and humorous opera dialogues.
Second, shoot
Since Changzhou "Dragon and Phoenix" Drama Troupe came to our community, watching plays has become a "compulsory course" for my parents and me every night. But grandma disagreed: "What's good about dark at night? I'm not going to see any plays! I listen to it on the radio every day, much better than that! There are all kinds of plays! "
My family loves going to the theatre, and grandma is a real movie fan. Every afternoon, grandma's happiest time is to lie comfortably on the sofa and listen to her old radio that has been used for 50 years. Really comfortable! I don't understand why grandma doesn't like going to the theatre in the community. However, my parents and I don't care so much, we still watch with great interest.
Times are really developing fast! Recently, I have another digital camera at home. Father tried it and wanted to take a shot and come back to see it. I also want to shoot a scene-first, I want to feel the high-tech pleasure, and second, I want to shoot a scene for my grandparents who can't give a door and get out of another door, so that they can taste it.
On the fifth day when the Dragon and Phoenix Tin Troupe came to my house, my parents and I both held cameras in our hands. I was so excited that I skipped all the way and soon got off the stage.
I started shooting. Father took the lead in trying. I didn't expect my hands to shake just after filming for a while. I really couldn't stand my father's trembling, so I replaced him. Soon, I couldn't keep going, and my mother took over ... The scene that our family took turns shooting for each other became a unique scenery in the noisy atmosphere under the stage.
After half-time, I really couldn't hold on, so I had to give up and go home.
As soon as we get home, we are going to put it on the computer to see the effect and invite our grandparents to enjoy it. Unexpectedly, my grandparents who kept saying "I don't want to see it" were in high spirits and sat on the sofa waiting. Because there is no tripod, the image is a little shaky, but the sound is still so high. Anyway, I think it's quite successful-it's the first time after all!
Looking at grandparents shaking their heads, who remembers casually saying, "We don't want to see it!" "Finally, I finally understand the reason: grandparents are old! I'm clumsy! Too lazy to move!
Third, the conclusion
I will always remember this unforgettable time in the same year!
The third article of the seventh grade unit composition needs Chinese in life, and Chinese regulates life.
We can't live without Chinese, which is a tool for people to communicate. The language you speak and the words you write belong to Chinese. Let's give a simple example. We are students, and students should also study. Learning means listening, speaking, reading and writing. What are you listening, speaking, reading and writing? Listening to a language, speaking a language, reading words and writing words are all part of a language. From this point of view, the great role of Chinese in life is obvious. In a word, life is inseparable from Chinese, which plays an important role in life.
Chinese not only plays the role of communication tool in life, but also is an important means to adjust life and cultivate sentiment. The spiritual shock of China people is enormous. When a person is impetuous, a beautiful essay can make his heart quiet; When a person is depressed, an impassioned article can rekindle his confidence; When a person is at a loss and has nothing to do all day, a book How Steel is Tempered can make people understand the meaning of life and stop living in mediocrity. The influence of Chinese on life is incomparable.
I am deeply touched by this. I love Chinese very much, especially the kind of shock it brings me, especially poetry. Her infinite charm drives me crazy. Poetry is bold, graceful, imaginative and realistic, each with its own merits. For example, Su Shi's "One river never returns, the waves are exhausted, and the eternal romantic figures", Li Qingzhao's "I'm afraid of two streams of grasshoppers, and I can't bear much worries", Li Bai's "Flying straight down to thousands of feet, suspecting that the Milky Way will fall for nine days" and Du Fu's "Two orioles sing green willows, and a line of egrets go up to the sky" have touched my heart countless times. Poetry is not only a spiritual delicacy, but also a tonic. How can you muddle along and waste your precious youth after reading Yue Fei's "Don't wait, grow old together"? How can you be indifferent and do nothing after reading Lu You's book "Julian Waghann is concentrated in the north, but family sacrifices are told without forgetting"? I'm a little excited. I have begun to be inspired by my own articles. I feel that my hands can't stop. This is the shock of Chinese to my heart.
In a word, Chinese has a great influence on my life. Friend, make good use of Chinese. From Chinese, you will find more fun in life, because we live in the world of Chinese.
I have a talkative mother who talks like a bird every day. Sometimes I think my mother's Twitter is very nice, like a wonderful song; Sometimes I find her as annoying as a tweeter.
Just before dawn, my mother began to "sing" non-stop. "Get up quickly, it's 7 o'clock, and you'll be late." I got up in a hurry and looked at my watch. It's only 6: 45. Alas! I was cheated again. "Remember to brush your teeth, wash your face and wash towels ..." Mother began to "sing" again. When I came back from school, before I came in, my mother said, "You have to wash your hands and face before you can eat. Take a rest after dinner and then take a shower. Wash your hair and blow dry, or you'll catch a cold ... "No way, I can only follow suit. It's hard for my mother.
However, mother's nagging also has its time. I remember one time I did badly in the math exam. At that time, I was very unhappy and felt that I would suffer again this time. I showed my mother the test paper, and my mother kindly said to me, "Sunny, it doesn't matter if you don't do well in this exam." In the future, you should carefully examine the questions, don't be sloppy, understand the meaning of the questions, and think twice before you do. " Although my mother said a lot, I was not bored at all, but I felt very happy. Although I have a nagging mother, I feel her deep maternal love.
Spring is the first of these four seasons. It is a mild season.
As long as Miss Chun comes, she will wake up everything in the world. Flowers, trees, birds and even the sleeping old river opened their eyes.
Swallows with chirping branches also flew back from the south; Those cheerful fish in the river are also actively swimming around; There are more and more songs and laughter on the grass.
Spring-how harmonious, how gentle, spring-makes people laugh. Seasons make people happy.
Summer is the second of the four seasons, and this season is a lively season.
In summer, the dancing bees and butterflies disappeared, leaving only a cicada. The fiery red sun scorched this golden land. Gold dominates everything in the world, and hot air floats from a distance, across the fields, blowing the smell of mature wheat.
The color of summer is golden yellow, and the melody of summer is tense. Because farmers are always busy, the workers on the construction site are very anxious and anxious.
Regrettably, scholars of past dynasties have written many spring flowers and autumn moons, but there are few shadows of summer. Probably, spring is pleasant, while summer is always immersed in bitter sweat. Leisure people naturally don't like this tense melody. I want to praise the golden season between spring and autumn.
Autumn-the season when all the flowers and fruits are ripe, is a magical season.
Farmers are busy harvesting rich fruits and vegetables. The crickets on the grass are even wider. There are both beautiful scenery and wide insects.
Autumn is a harvest season, and farmers' faces are always filled with laughter and joy. All farmers can only relax in this season, because the seeds of several years have grown into a fruity food.
Autumn is the season when flowers and fruits ripen.
Winter-a cool world, but so gentle and lovely.
Although it is cold in winter, there is a "gentle airflow" that warms your heart. It's just a little light snow. As long as it snows, whether it's a city or a country, it looks like there is a white blanket covering the world on the roof, and with the white smoke from the chimney, it seems to be a paradise in the white world.
How beautiful! winter
Seventh grade unit composition article 6 "Qiao Kunyang, come and arrest me!" What happened? Can't run? "I said with a smile. Seize this opportunity to get out of here! Come on! Come on! ! I ran upstairs with a smile. I also wanted to see Qiao Kunyang's movement from the balcony, so I climbed to the white stone pillar to see it, but I couldn't see it. "I am an indomitable little snail. I am not discouraged. I will stand on tiptoe to watch! "I stood on tiptoe while singing, but I still couldn't see. I started to jump and look down. I just jumped up when I heard "Ah! ！” With a scream, my chin hit the edge of the balcony, and I almost fell to my knees, screaming with pain.
When Chen Yi saw me, he said, "Your mouth is bleeding!" I burst into tears when I heard it. Liu saw it and dragged me to Miss Bai without saying anything.
When Miss Bai saw that I was in tears, she quickly checked the wound on my lip, which was not big. She quickly took a napkin to cover my mouth and the bleeding stopped. Teacher Bai asked about the incident with concern, and then told me a little common sense: "The human organs are wonderful, and the oral cavity is the fastest place for wound healing. There is a lysozyme in saliva, which makes the wound grow fast, and the small wound can grow quickly without taking medicine or injection. " As soon as I heard it, my heart was relieved. Then Miss Bai took out a beautiful little box, which turned out to be a small mirror. She showed me my mouth. I saw a small blood seam on my lower lip like a tooth mark, and the blood stopped, and the big stone in my heart was put down. Miss Bai said, "This is for you. Take it well. Go home and watch your mouth. I wish your wound a speedy recovery. "
I looked at the box in surprise. The box is pale pink, like cherry blossoms in spring. "Sakura" is also inlaid with a "white pearl flower". I looked around and liked it very much, so I held it carefully and went back to work. After returning to class, my classmates envied me to death. Every time you say anything, I say my box is beautiful!
Ah, this is a bittersweet day. There is a ray of light behind the dark clouds! I can't help but think of an idiom story I heard: A blessing in disguise is a blessing in disguise!
I am a girl who likes fantasy, music and happiness.
All things, I like to make them beautiful, no matter bad or bad.
I like fantasy. When I was a child, I imagined that orphans could have parents. Beggars can become rich; The dead can be resurrected; Children can always have happiness; Fantasy ... my fantasy can't be expressed in thousands of words, just like rolling mountains, just like surging rivers.
Mom and dad say my idea is childish and ridiculous, but I don't think so. I think, in my imaginary fantasy, all people are happy, happy and painless. However, my mother said, "Reality is reality, and no one can change it." I don't believe what my mother said. I believe my fantasy will come true.
When the melodious song sounded, when the majestic national anthem played, I couldn't help humming along, although I didn't sing very well.
I like music, I think, listening to beautiful music, you will forget your troubles; Will forget things around you; Even forget yourself.
The notes on the staff are a group of lively tadpoles, which take you into the world of music and appreciate the beauty of music.
Being in the ocean of music makes me feel good. The music teacher who teaches us said: Music is a kind of appreciation, a kind of relaxation and a subject to relieve stress.
Because of this sentence, I gradually fell in love with music and gained a lot.
I like happiness. I always talk about my smile. I like to vent my unhappiness by laughing. I don't like crying, because crying is a kind of sadness and sadness. So, growing up, I seldom cry.
I am a visionary, thinking about beauty and happiness; Love music, love its wonderful melody; A girl who likes happiness but doesn't like crying.
Don't people know me now?
When I was very young, I once went to an unknown cave with my brother and uncle. The darkness inside is beyond words, but I finally got out safely.
That day, I was playing at my brother's house in Nanshan. Suddenly, my brother came to me and said, "Tu Jia, are you going to play in the cave?" I was very excited when I heard this, because I had never been to a cave before, so I quickly asked my brother if it was true. My brother pretends to say, "Of course it's true." We called my second uncle, picked up a small torch and began to dance, and soon came to the cave. The entrance to this cave is three meters wide and two meters high. There is a lot of grass and dripping stones, but there is no light, and even the road is naturally formed.
I took my second uncle's hand tightly and walked into the cave carefully. "Didi, Didi." The stone is dripping. Suddenly, a hairy thing appeared in front of me. I was shocked and shouted, "It's a mouse." My brother said that he was relieved after hearing this. But it never rains but it pours. God is playing tricks on me again. Just then, with a whoosh, a group of bats flew over my head, and I was startled. Shouting: "The ghost of the ghost girl is coming, run." At this time, my brother was also afraid and danced around with a torch, just burning a bat to death. I accidentally stepped on a bat and thought it was a human eye, so I burst into tears. My second uncle tried to get out of this hellhole behind my back, but the hole was too wet and the torch was put out, so we couldn't light it at all. Maybe god has mercy on us, maybe our strong and unyielding will has saved us. Suddenly a ray of sunshine shone in front of me, and when we saw it, it turned out that we had reached the mountain pass. I rekindled the flame of hope in my heart, and we walked in the direction of sunshine. Finally got out of this hellhole.
This cave exploration has come to an end, but my heart has not been calm for a long time.
Time flies, seeing that six years of primary school time is about to pass, recalling the bits and pieces of primary school life in the past can not help but remind me of endless aftertaste. They are like milestones, marking the progress of my study; They are like a ladder, witnessing my continuous growth; They are like bright lights, illuminating my future journey. Among them, the process of learning Chinese impressed me deeply, especially the story of learning composition, which I will never forget.
To tell the truth, my composition used to be very poor. My diary is often written in two or three sentences, and the content is very empty. If I show it to my parents, my parents will laugh, so I don't like showing my diary to my parents. In composition class, my composition is often used as an example by teachers in class. I read the excellent sentences to my classmates. Everyone laughed like a joke after listening to it, and my face was "brushed" to the root of my neck. After class, I tore up my composition in a rage and threw it into the bucket. The composition class has become my nightmare.
In the fourth grade, Miss Wang became a Chinese teacher in our class. When Mr. Wang first wrote a composition in our class, let's write a composition describing our deskmate. If it is not good, we will go to the teacher's office. Although I didn't want to go to the teacher's office again and racked my brains to finish writing this composition, I was finally invited to Mr. Wang's office. I thought Mr. Wang would criticize me, but Mr. Wang kindly asked me to sit down and patiently helped me analyze the problems in my composition, explaining everything from the idea of the composition to the use of words. Finally, I concluded that my vocabulary was too small. In order to suit the remedy to the case, Mr. Wang asked me to buy a notebook to extract good words and sentences. Under the guidance of Teacher Wang, I rewrote my composition. After writing, Mr. Wang revised my composition.
The next day, my composition was praised by the teacher and posted on the blackboard for the first time. Although my composition has changed the most, a piece of composition paper is like a red cuckoo, but in the future composition class, I can learn some composition knowledge, and my composition level has also risen from failing to being excellent, becoming the teacher's most proud student. I'm proud, too.
My progress in composition is only one aspect of the story in the process of learning Chinese. My stories about learning new words and reading are endless. In the future study, I will work harder and strive for greater achievements in Chinese learning.