A 500-word composition for seventh grade

In daily study, work, and life, everyone is familiar with composition. With the help of composition, you can vent your emotions and regulate your mood. I believe that many friends are very distressed about writing essays. Below are 8 essays of 500 words for seventh graders that I have carefully compiled. You are welcome to learn from them and refer to them. I hope it will be helpful to everyone. 500-word essay for seventh grade 1

Although she does not have big eyes, she is bright and bright; although she does not have a high and straight nose, she does not appear to have a sharp nose on her lovely face. Disadvantages: Although she does not have a slender figure, she is so cute. Seeing her will make people feel warm...

On a summer day when it was raining heavily, I was driving in the bus. Standing to take shelter from the rain, she caught my eye. She was carrying a schoolbag, a bright red scarf, two ponytails, and was wearing a school uniform. The breeze blew her black braids, and her red scarf fluttered in the wind, making her look so lively and cute. I couldn't help but guess: She also took shelter from the rain here. At this time, a bus stopped and she didn't get on the bus. I thought I guessed it right, but then a blind uncle got off the bus. She walked over with a smile and said sweetly: "Give you an umbrella, let's go!" She asked him to put his hand on her shoulder, and they disappeared into the dim street.

In the days to come, in order to meet her, my habit of never taking the bus was broken. I can see her every day, no matter it is spring, summer, autumn or winter, whether it is windy or raining, she will go to the bus station on time and wait for the blind uncle. Just like this day after day, year after year...

Finally one day I couldn't help but ask her: "Is he your brother?"

"No, but He is closer than my brother." She still said in a sweet voice.

"Then he is your father?" I asked confused.

"No, I respect him more than my father." She said with a smile.

"Then he is yours?" My curiosity reached its peak.

She glanced at the uncle, and then said: "He used to be a People's Liberation Army, but now I am his eyes."

I burst into tears for some reason after hearing this. My eyes were blurred, and I couldn't help but praise her: She is a good girl! 500-word essay for seventh grade, Part 2

Speaking of the person I admire the most, it is our class Chinese teacher - Teacher Hu. You ask me why I chose Teacher Hu among all the teachers? This is of course not because I don’t respect his teacher. I also respect other teachers because the teachers gave us all their knowledge, so I respect all teachers very much. But Teacher Hu’s unique teaching method is different. Our classmates who didn’t like Chinese at first fell in love with Chinese, and the students who liked Chinese at first became even more fond of it. This is why I admire Teacher Hu.

Now let me introduce Teacher Hu. Teacher Hu’s face is round or pointed, his nose is a bit high, his eyes are bright and bright, and his mouth is small and delicate.

From the time I first entered this class, a classmate said that Teacher Hu’s teaching method is unique and told me to study hard. This sentence made me think that Teacher Hu is very fierce, but after taking his first class During the first class, I was impressed by him. His class made me feel that time passed very quickly, and the class was over after a while, because we were all very happy in his class. He is approachable, caring for students, very serious in class, and very humorous. The students in class were excited and relaxed. During lectures, he often analyzes difficult problems to us using examples from life or some historical stories, allowing us to learn knowledge while listening to the stories, so that we never tire of listening.

Teacher Hu is serious and serious in class. He is full of infinite wisdom. No matter what problem we have, it is not difficult for him, making us learn very easily. As soon as the students made a mistake, he would tell a lot of truths from his mouth, allowing the students to correct them in time, and often tell us the truth. Every time he preaches a truth, we can recognize our mistakes and correct them. Every student is treated equally, regardless of his or her academic performance. He believes that we are all malleable talents, and it is his confidence in us and his tireless teaching that make our class's performance among the best in the school.

Only such teachers deserve our respect. 500-word essay for seventh grade, Part 3

Every thing has a distinctive mark, just like the trademark of a product, the shape of an object, the fragrance of flowers, these are all marks.

In spring, the peach blossoms bloom. The peach blossoms at grandma’s house bloom so beautifully that they can be felt from several meters away. There are many signs of peach blossoms: petals, color, leaves...

The petals of peach blossoms are round, the roots are pink, and the periphery of the receptacle is white. A flower has five or six petals, which are similar to plum blossoms, but not as strong as plum blossoms. When the peach blossoms bloom, the leaves are very small and tender, with six or seven leaves forming a cluster. These characteristics of peach blossoms have become the symbols of peach blossoms, making people know that it is a peach blossom when they see it.

People also have their own signs. For example: Jackie Chan's nose, Zhao Wei's eyes, Crayon Shin-chan's face shape. Most people have their signs on their heads, and I am no exception. My signature is my hair, eyes and lips.

My hairstyle is unique in the class. It is called "straw" by those in the front seat and "chicken coop" by those in the back seat. It is an invincible explosive hairstyle. I changed my hairstyle in elementary school, but later I didn’t have time to deal with it and reverted to the original shape. Now, this hairstyle has become one of my trademarks.

My eyes are squinty like my father's, which is in stark contrast to the big eyes of my deskmate. I am often called "one line of sky" by my seatmate, and this has become my trademark. .

My lips are so thick that I can even hold two pens between my upper and lower lips. My front seat guy wants to eat a sausage when he sees my lips; my back seat guy sometimes wonders if I'm from Africa'. Hey, this is my third sign.

A place has a logo, a unit has a logo, a product has a logo... There are more and more logos now. Logos play an important role, and people are increasingly inseparable from them in production and life. 500-word essay for seventh grade, Part 4

My mother is young, but very forgetful. She has made many jokes because of her forgetfulness. Now I will tell you interesting things about my mother!

Once, my father asked my mother to make him a cup of tea. Mom was looking at her phone while making tea. After she poured water into the tea cup, she turned back to the bedroom to look at her phone. After a while, my father asked my mother to give him the tea. My mother put the mobile phone on the bedside table in the bedroom and handed the tea to my father. Then my mother went back to the bedroom.

Dad looked at the tea. Why is there no heat at all? Then I tried to take a small sip, and then I heard him shout loudly: "Ouch! This tea is almost freezing me to death." When my mother heard the shout, she ran out quickly and said embarrassedly: "Ouch! I forgot to heat it up." Dad pretended to be unhappy and said, "It's winter, so I'm allowed to drink iced tea!" After saying that, the whole family laughed.

Another time, I begged my mother to take me to the cinema to watch "Kung Fu Panda". I finally got my mother to agree, but I had to wait until Saturday before I could go. I just look forward to it! I eagerly waited for Saturday. After dinner in the afternoon, I excitedly ran to my mother's bedroom and said to her: "Mom, go to the cinema quickly! Or the movie will start." Unexpectedly, my mother asked: "I didn't Did I tell you that I would take you to see a movie?" Just like that, I talked to my mother for a long time before she remembered that she had indeed promised me, but the movie was almost over at that time. well! Depressing!

Look, this is my forgetful mother. I really hope she can get rid of her forgetfulness. Then she will be the most perfect mother in the world. 500-word essay for seventh grade, Part 5

It’s not that fish in the deep sea don’t cry, it’s just that they have been hiding in the deep seabed and cannot be seen by people.

——Inscription

A gentle sob broke the tranquility of the classroom. "Let it drop." The clear and lonely sound of tears falling on the table sounded. That sound, obviously, was made by the lxf on the table behind me.

Will he cry? In my impression, he has always been the bullied person in our class. But no matter what, he never cried. He kept telling me: "A man doesn't shed tears when he bleeds." But what happened to him today?

"Can you tell me what happened?" Mom said, don't talk directly to someone who is crying. I took out a piece of paper and asked in elegant handwriting.

After a long time, a piece of paper filled with words was slowly handed over from behind. I carefully read his words... Tears slid down quietly...

I am a fish in the deep sea, but I surfaced today. I just... His words kept echoing in my ears.

Why am I not? I'm afraid I'm not as brave as him! Every time I failed in an exam, I didn't dare to cry openly in the classroom or complain in front of my parents. I could only hide under the quilt in the dead of night, biting the quilt and crying secretly, because I was afraid of being discovered. Every time a classmate makes fun of me, I will definitely refute it. Everyone said I couldn’t afford to offend him. But who knows, afterward, I will definitely find a remote place to cry.

"Fish in the deep sea are really fragile, but everyone always thinks they are strong." "Why, so are you..." "Yes, I am also a deep sea fish."

You cannot see the tears of deep sea fish. But when they are ready to surface, the tears erupt like a volcano. 500-word essay for seventh grade, Part 6

A lively and active little girl, now thirteen years old, from the city, she is me - Zhang Jing. As soon as you heard that I came from the city, you might think that I am a person with the temperament of a young lady. In fact, you are wrong. Not only do I not have the temperament of a young lady, but I also have the personality of a little boy!

My personality is relatively easy-going, and making friends is my greatest strength. No, when I first arrived in this class and met my first deskmate, I actually met my first friend in this new world—Fang Ling—in less than five minutes. How about it? What I said is right!

Do you know? My name also has a meaning! "Zhang Jing" and "Chang Jin", aren't these two words very similar! Also, both my father and mother hope that I can be quiet and polite, but the fact is exactly the opposite. Not only am I not as polite and quiet as a girl, but I am more lively and active like a boy, and I often put myself out there. Mom and dad made it difficult to laugh or cry.

After telling you so much, you may still not know what I look like. I have thick eyebrows, big eyes, two pigtails on my head, and I am the one who flashes when I walk.

I also like singing and dancing. When I was bored, I would sing a few SHE songs, and I even danced Latin dance in elementary school!

My favorite singers are Jolin Tsai and S. H. E. My motto is: "Ninety-nine percent sweat plus one percent talent equals a successful me."

My favorite books are "Grimm's Fairy Tales", "Andersen's Fairy Tales", "Landscapes Along the Road", "The Fragrance of Time", "Flowers in a Prosperous Age", "The Story of One Hundred Children Who Have Become Successful" .

My biggest ideal is to be a policeman and bring peace to the country. I believe that as long as I study hard, my ideal will come true.

This is me, a me who is full of energy and ideals. However, I also have many shortcomings, so I’ll wait for my classmates to discover them. After discovering them, don’t forget to tell me and help me correct them. ! 500-word composition for seventh grade, Part 7

In the wilderness of the soul, there is always a trace of hope and a bit of desire. It is lingering in the sky above my soul, looking for its destination. I know, its name is dream.

When I was a baby, in swaddling clothes, my dreams were like a lullaby ringing softly in my ears, and my mother’s loving face. All the novel things in the world are the stuff of my dreams. When the lullaby gradually drifted away with my babbling, my mother hid my childhood dreams, taught me how to walk, and taught me how to live. Until I was able to jump out of school with my schoolbag on my back and meet my mother's waiting eyes, my mother gave me my childhood dream, and I placed it in my heart, and it became my only memory at that time.

After completing the first stop of life - childhood, the baton of life fell into my hands again. I will continue to move forward with the colorful dreams of my childhood. Teenage years are the season of dreams. In the blue sky, a little bird spreads its wings and flies hard in the air. I silently said to myself: "I want to be that little bird, a flying little bird!" So, "Being a flying little bird" was buried in my heart as a gorgeous dream. The birds soaring high in the sky became the target of my attention. I like to quietly watch them playing with the white clouds and listen to their sweet songs.

Although the dream is far away, I have been working hard to pursue it. Until one day, I heard this song: "I am a little bird, I want to fly but I can't fly high..." I suddenly realized: I am like a little bird that can't fly high. The wings are already scarred. My dream was almost shattered. Dreams float, ups and downs. Has my heart become so vulgar that I can't even hold a dream? No, the dream is still there, and I am still a dreamer. I console myself. Take up the weight of your dreams again and pursue them.

In the wilderness of the soul, all hopes and desires condense into dazzling stars, which shine in one side of my heart. It is my dream. 500-word essay for seventh grade, Part 8

Whenever you walk on a clean road, who do you think of? Whenever you lie in a warm bed and have sweet dreams, do you know who is working? He——Uncle Wang, an unknown person, an unknown cleaner.

Uncle Wang is doing extraordinary things in an ordinary career. He works conscientiously and diligently, always cleaning the dirtiest places, and using his rough hands to create a beautiful and clean living environment for people. No matter it is severe cold or scorching heat, Uncle Wang sweeps the road seriously.

I remember that it was the early morning of a cold day, with the biting north wind howling and light rain. Before dawn, I got up to buy breakfast and saw Uncle Wang already at work pushing a dilapidated tricycle. The road is not easy to sweep. There are leaves all over the roadside, and the leaves will fly at any time. Uncle Wang walked for a while and stopped, picked up a broom and swept the leaves into a pile, and then took a garbage basket to put the leaves. At this moment, a gust of wind blew, blowing the pile of leaves that had been swept into the air and scattering them everywhere, but Uncle Wang didn't say anything and swept them again. Some leaves floated to the roof of other people's houses, and he immediately followed there, picked up the stick next to him, and pulled the leaves down. Uncle Wang had a smile on his face. Uncle Wang braved the biting cold wind and pushed the tricycle towards the garbage station. At this time, his face was as cold as a red apple and his hands were purple from the cold, but he didn't hear a single complaint.

Uncle Wang once told me: "I want to be a cleaner because if there are no cleaners, our living environment will become unimaginable."

What ordinary words, But it expresses Uncle Wang's good quality of serving people's names. His obscurity and selfless dedication are our role models!