See also 700 words of Hua Kai's excellent composition.

In study, work or life, everyone has been exposed to composition. The composition must be elaborated around the theme and the same theme. Don't ramble, the theme is lax or even without a theme. I believe writing a composition is a headache for many people. The following is my 700-word excellent composition, which is for your reference only and I hope it will help you.

This morning, accompanied by my mother's sweet scream on the balcony, I know that our jasmine flowers are blooming beautifully again!

When it first arrived at our house, it was just a small jasmine bud, round, white and pointy. At that time, I had heard others say how charming the fragrance of jasmine was. I was so happy to see my mother bring a pot back. I keep asking my mother if I can keep this potted flower. Finally, my mother agreed and told me that I must water and fertilize every day. I, on the other hand, solemnly put it on the shelf on the balcony, looking at the sunshine on the bud, my heart seemed as sweet as honey, and a faint jasmine fragrance seemed to linger on the tip of my nose.

Every morning, I am happy to water it and fertilize it carefully, for fear that it will spill too much nutrition. But after a few days of heat, I gradually forgot to water it.

After a long time, smooth white petals and sharp green leaves began to become dry and wrinkled. In a few days, the withered leaves and petals fell on the soil without water and withered. Compared with the scene when Molly first appeared, it was very bleak.

Then it dawned on me: I made an unforgivable mistake and let the good jasmine wither and never grow again. I gave up completely, leaving the potted flower lying on the shelf on the balcony, lonely, quite a bit crying in the cold wind.

However, my mother ignored my advice. As soon as she got up every day, she watered the dying jasmine and applied twice as much fertilizer as usual. I don't expect miracles, but the reality shows me the greatness of life. Day after day, the tender branches are pulled out again, and the shallow branches are covered with small jasmine flowers, just like small white lanterns, with thin petals, smooth to the touch, green leaves and beautiful. Facing the jasmine in the sun, I am full of surprises for my new life, and I am ashamed of my negligence and giving up easily.

That faint fragrance lingers on the tip of the nose, refreshing. I couldn't help but hum: "It's fragrant and beautiful, full of branches, fragrant and praised by people in white."

Look at the beautiful and dazzling flowers outside the window, but it is time and time again. It was the wind and rain that brought the most brilliant flowers today!

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I used to be an optimistic girl who dared to speak. Whenever I have classes, especially Chinese classes in primary schools, I always raise my hand high whether I like it or not, and the Chinese teacher always smiles and calls my name every time. I am always bathed in the teacher's loving and gentle eyes.

But since a new teacher came, all this has changed. My beloved Chinese teacher asked for leave because of illness, and a strict teacher took her place. The new teacher is fierce and has made a series of class rules. Raise your hand when you are in class. When the question is answered incorrectly, although we have never been scolded, our stern eyes are like a sword.

I haven't answered any questions since.

Until junior high school. The Chinese teacher in Senior One is a newly graduated college student. She is as gentle and kind as my Chinese teacher in primary school, and often likes to laugh. He is not much different from us in age, and his lectures are humorous and vivid. Influenced by primary school, I never raise my hand in class. Once, the teacher called me up to answer questions in class. I stood up slowly in the last row, with my head down and my heart uneasy. Looking up slowly, I saw a smiling face full of tenderness. I finally got up the courage and answered the teacher's question in a low voice. I don't know if the teacher heard me, just let me sit down. Then he praised me and smiled at me. When the class was over, the teacher came to my side, encouraged me and answered questions actively. No one laughed at me when I said something wrong.

So in a quiet and ordinary Chinese class, I am like a tender bud, quietly unearthed and sprouted, the sun shines selflessly on me, and the smile and gentleness ripple around me. I am like a weak flower, which once bloomed, but was beaten, defeated, withered and lost its vitality by the wind and rain. The sun shines on me again, and I feel that I am reborn and bloom brilliantly again, and I will be more beautiful in the future!

See the flowers bloom again, and see yourself bloom beautifully again. I am smiling like a flower.

Believe that you are the best of yourself, and always look forward to your blooming again.

Look at the flowers in full bloom 700 words 3 Summer is slowly coming with light steps, and the flowers on the pomegranate tree in grandma's backyard are blooming again.

The small flowers on the tree burn in the air like fire. Looking up, they are bright red, as if a large piece of paint was poured on a blank drawing board, filled with a touching smile.

Once again, I went back to my hometown, set foot on that field path, came to my grandmother's house, walked into the backyard, and looked at the pomegranate tree, which was still so leafy and blooming. Grandma smiled and said, "After a while, the pomegranate will be full when it is ripe." At my grandmother's house, whenever the pomegranate was ripe, I would sit down and eat a few and immerse myself in delicious food.

Looking at the pomegranate flowers all over the tree, my thoughts returned to the days when my grandmother gave pomegranate to her neighbors when I was a child. My heart is particularly beautiful.

At that time, I was always looking forward to pomegranate ripening, and finally I was looking forward to picking pomegranate. I was filled with joy and couldn't wait to peel open a Sai Zhang's full mouth and chew sweet juice. After picking a basket full of pomegranates, grandma will take me to the neighbor's house to deliver fresh pomegranates.

Knock on a door, hand over a bag full of fragrance, and reap a happy smile. Our neighbor Li Nainai always thanked us and invited us in. Grandma always smiles with her hand: "Where do you want to thank? Good things are sweet to share with everyone! " Walking out of Li Nainai's home, I have a happy song in my heart. I didn't expect the fruit of this little pomegranate flower to bring such great happiness.

My mind was pulled back by a faint fragrance, and what I saw was pomegranate flowers!

I was admiring pomegranate flowers outside the window when someone knocked at the door. As soon as I opened the door, I met grandpa Zhang, my grandmother's neighbor who had been sincere and enthusiastic for many years. He moved a box of apples. He smiled and said, "My son-in-law planted it in his hometown and didn't spray pesticides. I picked it when he was just mature and showed it to everyone." Grandpa Zhang's smile is so simple, like a brilliant pomegranate flower, which warms my world. The sunshine is filtered out from the sweat on his nose, reflecting the glittering and translucent brilliance. This small box of apples moved me very much.

Sharing between neighbors and offering sincere flowers is an infinite happiness. This little pomegranate flower has eliminated the barriers between neighbors, shattered the heart wall between people and narrowed the distance between you and me. Pomegranate flowers still bloom every year, and the simplicity and kindness of hometown people have never changed. I sat at the window and looked at the mangroves, and the scenery remained the same.

See also that flowers bloom in four seasons, the wind is always blowing, and sweetness slowly spreads and blooms in the air. Soak into the heart, leaving a touch of sweetness. When I was a child, I had a dream that I could see all the flowers in the world. Different flowers and different languages can always bring people different feelings.

Dongli picks chrysanthemums, and Nanshan is leisurely.

Orange petals and goose yellow core. Thin and dense, layered, from a distance, a large piece of golden swaying. Flowers are gradually falling, but they bloom unconsciously. This so-called golden autumn season, I am afraid, is also named after it! It has no bright figure and pleasant fragrance. It just stood under the hedge faintly, as if waiting to be picked, but it remained silent. Like the ancient village at the foot of Longnan Mountain, people are as light as chrysanthemums. Only in this troubled world can we stand on our own feet and not be disturbed by the world. Enron I, no chaos. The human heart has no thoughts and will not be blinded by its quiet nature because of its own selfish desires.

Luoyang peony is a national color.

Red flowers and rain cover the eaves of tiles all day, and the scarlet palace walls are stacked on top of each other, deeply locked in this brilliant world. Chang 'an banquet, singing and dancing. Peony is the most respected flower, and you can't extricate yourself from this joy all day. Just like the imperial concubine Yuhuan, thousands of people are spoiled in one body, and the six palace powders are instantly eclipsed. Bathed in the admiration of everyone, Wei Zi is as charming as a peony. No matter how prosperous it is, it will eventually wither. The decadent voice was washed away by the long horn and died in Changfeng. I don't know who forgot the petals that were about to drop, but they were covered with deep red blood. For no reason, beauty is so unlucky.

MeiAo snow was cold ling a person open.

The severe frost in winter seems to have frozen everything. I am ashamed of what I am now and dare not look up. The world at this time is even the loneliest moment. Just like an old ink painting, yellowed paper and faint ink, all emotions are hidden. Occasionally, at the edge of the mountain corner, something stands out. On closer inspection, it turned out to be this long-sought plum. Bloody petals stand high on the branches, unmoved by strong winds. The north wind is whistling, and it seems that you can still hear its blooming sound! So crisp, I don't know how many tears it contains to make it so proud in this cold wind.

There are all kinds of flowers in the world, with endless worries and endless wishes. There is always a flower that blooms only for one person, and this life is enough. At this moment, I want to hold a cup of fragrant tea in my hand, lean against the window alone and look at the place where the flowers bloom again. The meeting produced many different feelings.

I also saw daisies in full bloom. Please take me to see them.

Before I met her, the whole world was humiliating me, and my grades were not good, so the pressure from my parents and the oppression from my teachers followed. My personality is ups and downs, so my classmates and friends around me also hypocritically wrapped me up and treated all the misfortunes that happened to me coldly. I'm numb. The daisy on the table can't stand the torment. It withered two weeks ago.

Then in early summer, I met her in the blooming daisies. From then on, as long as you have nothing to do, you will go to her; She often comes to me to share some secrets after she finds them. In those days, I felt that I was the happiest person in the world. I can eat, sing, be crazy and have fun with others. I remember that time I accompanied her to pick flowers in the wild bush. She actually picked a big bunch of daisies and smiled and said to me, "You must not think that daisies only symbolize pure love, but also symbolize happiness and strength. Of course I know your pain, but with me, you must live happily every day! "

I was so moved that I almost cried. I took her hand and ran to the depths of the flowers. We almost lost our way home. She made a promise to me that next spring, he would definitely show me white daisies like elves. I took her flowers home and raised them with dew, only to find that my daisy had a little shadow.

But a few months later, the flowers withered. Although it is normal, I am still uneasy and feel that something is going to happen.

At that time, I didn't know she was leaving.

I took her to the airport. At the boarding gate, she opened her arms and hugged me. Tears filled his eyes. I saw her cry for the first time. Suddenly, like magic, she took out a handful of daisies, sobbed and said softly, "In fact, daisies have another meaning of parting. I will miss you. I'll video you when the daisies are in bloom in spring. " Suddenly, I was in tears.

On my way home, I stopped my father after passing a sea of flowers. I walked slowly into the sea of flowers and found that it was a daisy. I smiled, as if I saw her standing in front of me again, pulling me around, with a sweet smile on her lips. Suddenly, I seem to hear what she said again:

"Wait until the daisy blooms in spring. Let me show you. "

At this time, I saw the daisy blooming again, dazzling white, making people unable to open their eyes.