Seventh grade roaming the Chinese world composition

In daily study, work and life, everyone has tried to write a composition, which is a narrative method to express a theme through words. Still at a loss for composition? The following are the compositions (generally 5) that I collected for you in the seventh grade roaming the Chinese world for your reference, hoping to help friends in need.

Seven years of roaming in the Chinese world composition 1 Chinese opened another window for me, presenting a wonderful world that made me crazy.

Look, poetic life has been cultivated into the most beautiful country. A traveler who puts the White Deer on the elegant floor drinks wine into his chest, seven points turn into moonlight, and the remaining three points spit out, which is half of the prosperous Tang Dynasty; Western jackdaw in the Western Heaven, after picking up all the cold branches, could not live. On the night of "Hanging Xiao Tong on the Thin Moon", he sighed at the river of no return, holding a green awn staff. He is not moved by "petty profits and false reputation", but only wants to help himself with the sea for the rest of his life; On the roof at sunset, the prodigal son is broken in the sound of rainbow. On the one hand, "old vine", "old road and west wind" and on the other hand, "BMW carves cars full of incense", but he just wants to be an Iraqi in the dim light.

You see, the butterfly is dancing, the piano is plaintive, the promise is eternal, the company is eternal, the tomb is isolated, and the rocks are vented in the sinkhole. Why do you miss the love that turns into a butterfly? Hate is like spring grass, full of sorrow, and there is nothing wrong with being born at an untimely time, but it is not the nature of the country. The mountains and rivers are broken and sorrowful everywhere. Does the flower poet have no regrets? The color is haggard, the description is withered, and the whole world is turbid. I will wake up, everyone is drunk, I will wake up alone, I will be loyal to the monarch, and I will be buried in the stomach of a river fish!

A different Chinese world, full of strangeness and colorful, not only feasted my eyes, but also baptized my mind and refreshed me, and I walked wildly on the broad road of life with my head held high.

I still remember sitting and thinking about a failure, tossing and turning; Once for a gain and loss, I was worried and frowned a thousand times; I once tried my best to grieve for an encounter. As a result, reading Liu Yong and tasting Lin Qingxuan, a few meaningful and elegant essays, full of Zen words and fragrance, made me cling to a peaceful heart and watch my short life.

You told me to take the mentality of "picking chrysanthemums under the hedge and drinking Nanshan" to "sit and watch Yun Qi, where the water is poor", to appreciate "flowers and trees in the meditation room, winding paths leading to secluded places", to taste "lotus leaves in the sunset, green hills in the distance" and to recall "Huangmei season, chess pieces snuff".

You turned me into a butterfly in Zhuang Zhou's dream and danced; You turned me into a wild crane in the shepherd boy piccolo, unconstrained style, unconstrained style. It's you who made my life simple, my thoughts filtered out impurities, my mind returned to peace, and I returned to the pastoral life of "spring pigeons singing in the house and apricot blossoms blooming at the edge of the village". I only felt that people were like gray, and I was humiliated and forgotten!

The punch line is like a phoenix tree after a drizzle, absorbing all the glitz and appearing new green. Wonderful Chinese has given me spiritual enjoyment and planted beautiful and pure seeds in my heart. The faint fragrance of books and ink, profound Zen, meaningful and beautiful square characters and line-carved bamboo slips drive me crazy.

In a leisurely afternoon, in the evening of sunset, I make a cup of tea, sit alone under the pavilion, read you with my eyes, and read you with my heart, so that I can wander and be crazy about the wonderful language that I have not read enough and enjoyed enough!

There are China people everywhere in life, which is beyond reproach! There is no need to learn Chinese at school or at home. Affectionate communication between elders and their families, and pleasant topics between neighbors all need the intangible help of language; During the Chinese New Year, the jubilant Spring Festival couplets at the door of every household, the novel and interesting placards on campus, and the wonderful and orderly publicity columns are almost all embellished with good words; Gold-lettered signboards of enterprises and companies, and various newspapers and magazines have also become the "habitat" of China families. In this "small" world, no matter where the language is, it will appear quietly, that is to say, if you wear a pair of "glasses" and squint at a distance, you can see the warm current from the language!

I remember once, I overheard such an interesting advertisement: "Stomach, how are you?" I laughed after listening and said, "Look, there is a typo on TV, and' hello' is written as' stomach' for the first time. Today I finally opened my eyes. " As soon as the voice fell, my father burst into laughter! I thought my father and daughter must have the same idea, but I didn't expect my clever father to "make fun" of me! Dad said, "Your understanding is crooked. There are no typos in the advertisement. It is an interesting language with two meanings and is innovative. Not as self-abased and ridiculous as you think. It seems that you have to learn more! "

Dad's earnest words made me seem to have some brand-new understanding of Chinese. Especially in Chinese in life, those humorous sentences can often make the finishing point, reflecting the importance and practicability of Chinese in social life. For example, "our reputation is blown out." "The eyes are the windows of the soul. In order to protect your soul, please glass the window! " Wait a minute. These interesting questions all come from China. This not only makes advertising attractive, but also makes many people remember it. The world is wonderful because of language, and mankind is happy because of language. Human beings cannot live without Chinese. Let's try our best to learn this wonderful language, let it appear on the land of China forever, and let it carry forward forever!

I think that Chinese, as its name implies, is just what is written in Chinese class, and that is called Chinese. Later, one thing changed my view of Chinese.

That Sunday, I was bored in every way. I took a magazine from the shelf and read it. This is a magazine that I think is very good. I read it carefully. Suddenly I got excited and took out my notebook to take notes. Pick a good article and take notes carefully. Finally finished, I stretched myself, looked at it carefully and exclaimed. I didn't expect words that can only appear in Chinese to appear in my notes, such as metaphor, parallelism, rhetorical question and so on. I was surprised at the time. Something's wrong. These things clearly belong to China. How did they get into my notes? Is it impossible to take notes without Chinese? In a wider area, is there language everywhere in life? I asked my mother, "Are China people everywhere in my life?" Mother's answer is very poetic: "Chinese is like dandelion seeds, all over the world." I listened to my mother's words and fell into deep thought.

Chinese is the national language of our country, that is to say, Chinese is an indispensable thing in the life of China people. Chinese is not only a tool for speaking, but also a bridge between mind and feelings. Chinese has naturally come into our lives.

Chinese is like a net strung with threads. Mainly to command the brain. Therefore, life needs Chinese, and life has Chinese everywhere.

I have been pursuing you, the language in my heart.

You gave me a cool breeze and a bright moon, you gave me mountains and waters, you gave me blue sea and blue sky, you let me into your world and made me intoxicated.

Chinese can make quiet flow into grandeur, loneliness blossom into fragrance, loneliness into a row of geese and happiness into stars. I thank China people for giving me ears to listen to music, brains and eyes to appreciate painting when I was intoxicated. There is a cloud floating in the sky, which is faint and feels good. This is Chinese. The rising sun is radiant and full of vitality, which belongs to China; The bloody sunset reflects half the sky, which makes people feel infinite nostalgia. Don't forget, this is still China's. Chinese makes Tao Yuanming's chrysanthemums dotted with hazy Nanshan, Chinese makes Gong Zizhen's pieces fall red into small spring mud, Chinese gently precipitates Xu Zhimo's love for Cambridge into gentle songs, and Chinese makes me listen to Haizi's voice: "Facing the sea, spring blossoms ..."

With the mentality of "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence" and "drinking in Nanshan", I went to "then sit and watch Yun Qi, where water is poor", enjoyed "green trees beside the village, green hills abroad", tasted "forgot the wine, and remembered" Huangmei season, chess pieces snuff ". China people took me to the top of the mountain to overlook the blue water, and felt the pride of "once you climb to the top of the mountain and peep, you will see that other mountains are dwarfed under the sky". "; Take me to Nongjialing to experience the quiet artistic conception of "the traffic in the building, the chickens and dogs hear each other". Looking at the lake at dusk, the river is sparkling. One second it is as shiny as gold foil, and the next minute it is "half river rustling, half river red". What makes all this so beautiful and wonderful? Still from China.

Language is the majestic Kunlun Mountain, the dew that has refused to drip on the grass for a long time, and the beautiful peony in the old capital of that ancient city. The language is silent Leng Yue, a quiet lotus pond, a sailboat in the monstrous white waves outside Qinhuangdao, a line of egrets in the blue sky, Qian Fan on the side of a sunken ship, and another village where there is no way to recover from the heavy water.

I was deeply intoxicated by the charm of Chinese.

The seventh grade rambles about the Chinese world. Composition 5 comes from afar: "Work at sunrise, rest at sunset ..." The leisurely old man who hit the earth sang the oldest poem in China.

Five thousand years of civilization, with the freehand brushwork of prose, with the melodious poetry, floats before our eyes like running water.

The pheasants and pigeons in Hezhou crow endlessly, the ladies on the embankment work hard, and the gentlemen peep and sleep. The romance of the ancients revealed this. Tao Qian abandoned his official position and retired, just for "picking chrysanthemums under the hedge and seeing Nanshan leisurely"; Meng Jiao won half a hundred dollars, but he could "see all the Chang 'an flowers in one day". The disappointment of the ancients revealed it. Li Bai laughed at the sky and sang "One day I'm going to climb the wind and waves, and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea", and Wang Changling was full of lofty sentiments and aspirations, shouting "Yellow sand wears golden armor for hundreds of battles, but it won't be returned without breaking Loulan". The perseverance of the ancients revealed this.

"I am humble, but I am virtuous", pointing out the coke in my heart; "You left, and you left." Tick off the fish and play with the map. In just seven words, the magnificent scenery of the Yangtze River is displayed. "Pack up the old rivers and mountains and face the sky", and in just three or two sentences, the pride of serving the country is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

What the language contains is "if you live in a temple, you will care about your people;" If you live in a Jianghu, you will worry about your king "; The fearlessness of "not afraid of clouds covering your eyes"; "Like a strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees"; And the mystery of "looking across the mountain, the distance is different" ... language contains too much, just like the universe that contains everything.

The waves of the night, the minutes, the whispers of the breeze, the photos of the seasons ... have all been put into the treasure chest of life and read repeatedly. Let's walk slowly through the Chinese world hand in hand, explore slowly, feel colorful and taste the taste of Chinese.