The secret in my heart seventh grade composition

Whether in school or in society, everyone is certainly familiar with composition. Composition is a verbal activity that is highly comprehensive and creative. So how to write a good composition? The following is the seventh-grade composition about the secret in my heart that I collected for everyone. It is for reference only. You are welcome to read it. The secret in my heart seventh grade composition 1

Half a month has passed since this incident. I don’t want to mention it again, but it’s very uncomfortable to hold it in my heart, so I have to write it in my most loyal partner—— Online composition text.

In this mid-term exam, our class did very poorly on the history test. For this reason, the history teacher made several "unequal treaties" in the class. One of them is "Every homework must be handed in in the future. If you don't hand it in, you will have to copy the homework of the day again!"

That afternoon, we were doing self-study, and the history teacher suddenly left. He came in, threw the "Basic Lessons from History" on the table, and said: "Nine more students have not handed in their homework today. Stand up!" After a while, eight students stood up honestly and said, "Also, please stand up!" Anyone? Please be honest!"

No movement.

The history teacher took out a small piece of paper from his pocket and gradually turned his eyes towards me. "Shao Feiyi, have you handed it in?" I stood up with a groan: "Yes, I definitely handed it in!" The history teacher asked the group leader, monitor and class teacher again, but none of them found my homework book. I was a good student in the class. My name was never on the list of people who failed to submit homework, and the teachers believed in me. The history teacher asked me to go home and look for it again. If I can’t find it, I’ll talk about it tomorrow. When I got home, I looked through the bookcase and found it among a pile of books. Holding the homework book, I thought to myself: I must not give the homework book to the teacher, otherwise I will not only be punished for copying, but my reputation will be damaged, so I might as well panic!

The next day, I came to the teacher's office, my heart was beating "thump, thump". At that time, I had some contradictory thoughts: Is it a panic? Or admit the fact? In the end, in order to preserve my reputation and avoid being penalized, I decided to let it go. At this time, the history teacher saw me. She asked me to go in and sit down and asked, "Have you found the homework book?" "No... no" my voice was almost too low to be heard. "Let's do this. I'll give you my "Basic Lessons from History". Anyway, there's not a word written on it, so just take it and use it. I know you're an honest student and won't lie to the teacher..." the history teacher said. Then he handed "Basic Training" into my hand. When I took "Basic Training", my face was already as red as a big apple. Walking out of the office, I suddenly felt that I had lost one of the most important things - honesty.

Until now, I still don’t have the courage to admit my mistakes to the teacher. Whenever I see the "Basic Training" the teacher gave me, I remember what the teacher said: "You are an honest student, you will not I lied to the teacher." I regretted it so much. Alas, it was my selfishness and dishonesty that led to my deep regret today. Friends, you must not follow in my footsteps, and you must be a truly honest and qualified student! The Secret in My Heart 7th Grade Composition 2

My childhood is full of golden stories. Childhood can be said to be the evergreen tree of life for me. Occasionally, a gust of autumn wind blows, and a green leaf suddenly turns yellow and floats down, which makes me ashamed and regrets...

One morning. I ran to school happily. Not long after, as I was passing by the neighbor's fence, I suddenly saw an apricot flower sticking out of the wall. This apricot flower is so beautiful: the petals are as red as rouge, just like a girl's blushing face. My eyes lit up and I was almost crazy with joy; because in the past few days, vase-shaped apricot flowers had appeared on the window sill of the classroom, but my window sill was empty.

To be honest, I feel really bad. Isn’t this a good time? So, seeing no one around, I quietly climbed up the wall, broke off an apricot flower, and ran to school...

When I arrived at school, my classmates were dumbfounded in surprise: "Where did you get such a thing?" Beautiful apricot flowers?" I found a bottle, poured some mud into it, and inserted the apricot flowers into it while saying mysteriously and triumphantly: "I won't tell you!" It was like I became a public figure that day. They all cast envious glances at me.

In the evening, a neighbor came to visit. He walked straight towards me, and I thought to myself: This is terrible, he must have discovered that I stole his apricot blossoms. Unexpectedly, Grandpa Huang held a copy of "How Steel Was Tempered" and said, "Grandpa knows that you like to read books. No, this book is for you!" These words blew in like a warm spring breeze. My heart melted the ice and snow in my heart. But I thought about what happened in the morning, and just about to say it out, I swallowed it again, held back my tears and said "Thank you!" even harder, and rushed into my room. I feel like I've knocked over the five-flavor bottle, it's really unpleasant!

This secret has been buried in my heart for 3 years and has been weighing me down. But now that I have spoken out, I can finally let go of this burden! The Secret in My Heart 7th Grade Composition 3

There has always been a secret buried deep in my heart, and I have never had to tell anyone about it. This time I will take the opportunity of writing an essay to reveal it to you, the teacher. However, you must promise to keep it secret and not spread it out.

That was in fifth grade. That day, it was our group's turn to be on duty, and I was the last one to leave. There is a rule in our class that whoever leaves last must be responsible for closing the doors and windows. Because it was windy at the time, I had to reach out and pull it. But it happened to go against me, dragging me over and then being blown away. It made me very angry. Why am I so unlucky? Really, when I pulled hard, I heard a sound and a piece of glass shattered. I was like a frightened bird and felt uneasy. what to do? What should I do? There is a fine. I am as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. Wandering around, suddenly, an idea came into my mind and I ran away. Anyway, no one saw it, so the teacher wouldn't suspect it. On my head. Yes, I took a step forward and then stepped back. I am still a study committee member. If I am so irresponsible, how can I continue to be a study committee member with peace of mind? After a fierce ideological struggle, fear finally swallowed up my conscience. He left without knowing it. The next day, I came to school and always felt uneasy. Hey, everyone, come and look, the glass is broken. Who broke it... Listening to the discussions of the classmates, I was very scared. They wouldn't have doubts on me. Maybe I had a guilty conscience, so I quickly took out my Chinese language book and pretended to read it. After a while, the teacher came over. After understanding the matter, he was ready to analyze the rain from yesterday. The teacher asked our group if the glass was broken when you were on duty yesterday. We all answered in unison. When I uttered these two words, my face was red and hot. Fortunately, the teacher didn't ask any more questions, and finally concluded that it might not have been broken by someone in our class. The classmates had to collect 10 or 20 cents each to buy the window glass. Afterwards, I felt very ashamed and asked my classmates to pay for me, but I never had the courage to say it out. Until one day, I finally plucked up the courage, but that day happened to be the final exam. God did not fulfill his wish, so to this day, I still feel guilty.

Okay, I feel much better after saying it. But please rest assured, teacher, I will never do such a thing again in the future.