Unit 4 Write a composition in Book 7.
Lonely child1937 On August 28th, it was dark and the sun was covered by layers of dark clouds.
However, Shanghai South Railway Station is still very lively. Those who were going to leave by train didn't notice at all that a small group of heavily armed Japanese soldiers were approaching the entrance of the railway station. With submachine guns in their hands and bullet bags hanging around their waists, they quickly scanned the busy people around them with wolf-like eyes.
Suddenly, a commander-like man raised his submachine gun and shot at the noisy crowd. Several young people at the ticket gate were frightened by this sudden attack and immediately fell into a pool of blood. Those children who sit in front of the podium and have a rest and play, some of them are timid and have long been scared to cry; There are also some courageous people who fled in all directions.
The whole railway station is shrouded in fear, and there is a murderous look in the air. With the buzzing sound, several bow-tie fighters of different colors and shapes flew here. I saw them hovering over the railway station like fierce eagles, dropping several bombs and then flying away.
The South Railway Station, which was bustling an hour ago, suddenly turned into ruins. A series of immature cries came from the ruins of the South Railway Station, and I saw a little boy sitting on the blood-spattered ground crying helplessly.
He is in rags, his thin body supports his huge head, and he is obviously a poor child with malnutrition. He is a poor child and the luckiest one at the same time.
When the enemy plane dropped the bomb, the young parents put the sleeping child under their bodies and provided him with a refuge with their lives. A few minutes later, a steel plate fell right on the couple ... After the child woke up, his parents could not be found among the unrecognizable bodies around him.
The child may have realized that the person who loves him most has left him, and he doesn't know what else to do except cry. This is a small fragment of the disaster that war has brought to mankind.
Of course, this poor child was taken in by a kind passer-by. When he grew up, the children appealed to people all over the world: "For children not to lose their father, for wives not to lose their husbands, and for the elderly not to lose their sons, people all over the world should act in unison to ring the death knell of war for the new 2 1 century and make this world a real home for mankind." When the footsteps of spring approach us, we will wait quietly with open arms.
When the guns of war ring again, we should sincerely pray that people all over the world can be bathed in the sunshine of spring breeze, peace and love. Lonely child1937 On August 28th, it was dark and the sun was covered by layers of dark clouds.
However, Shanghai South Railway Station is still very lively. Those who were going to leave by train didn't notice at all that a small group of heavily armed Japanese soldiers were approaching the entrance of the railway station. With submachine guns in their hands and bullet bags hanging around their waists, they quickly scanned the busy people around them with wolf-like eyes.
Suddenly, a commander-like man raised his submachine gun and shot at the noisy crowd. Several young people at the ticket gate were frightened by this sudden attack and immediately fell into a pool of blood. Those children who sit in front of the podium and have a rest and play, some of them are timid and have long been scared to cry; There are also some courageous people who fled in all directions.
The whole railway station is shrouded in fear, and there is a murderous look in the air. With the buzzing sound, several bow-tie fighters of different colors and shapes flew here. I saw them hovering over the railway station like fierce eagles, dropping several bombs and then flying away.
The South Railway Station, which was bustling an hour ago, suddenly turned into ruins. A series of immature cries came from the ruins of the South Railway Station, and I saw a little boy sitting on the blood-spattered ground crying helplessly.
He is in rags, his thin body supports his huge head, and he is obviously a poor child with malnutrition. He is a poor child and the luckiest one at the same time.
When the enemy plane dropped the bomb, the young parents put the sleeping child under their bodies and provided him with a refuge with their lives. A few minutes later, a steel plate fell right on the couple ... After the child woke up, his parents could not be found among the unrecognizable bodies around him.
The child may have realized that the person who loves him most has left him, and he doesn't know what else to do except cry. This is a small fragment of the disaster that war has brought to mankind.
Of course, this poor child was taken in by a kind passer-by. When he grew up, the children appealed to people all over the world: "For children not to lose their father, for wives not to lose their husbands, and for the elderly not to lose their sons, people all over the world should act in unison to ring the death knell of war for the new 2 1 century and make this world a real home for mankind." When the footsteps of spring approach us, we will wait quietly with open arms.
When the guns of war ring again, we should sincerely pray that people all over the world can be bathed in the sunshine of spring breeze, peace and love. There is a child, about four or five years old, kneeling on the ground.
There are many people on the run around him. Some people are carrying bags, some people are holding children, some people are holding old people ... Suddenly, the Japanese invaders dropped many bombs from the plane and bombed Shanghai South Railway Station beyond recognition.
Some shelves were blown to pieces, others were blown to pieces ... the child was crying. After a while, he said, "Dad, where are you? Mom, where have you been? Come and help me! " What he said was so tragic and desolate.
He was very scared when he heard the rumble of the plane. He crawled over to find his parents.
He found it! However, his parents have been killed by Japanese invaders with machine guns. He is tearing at his parents' clothes.
Say, "Dad, say it quickly! Mom, wake up! " He cried so badly. Since then, he has been neglected.
What a poor war orphan! Therefore, we don't allow history to repeat itself! We must stop the war and maintain peace! ! This photo was taken on August 28th, 1937. The Japanese invaders bombed Shanghai South Railway Station. Cry.
2. People's Education Edition Unit 4 Composition, Volume II, Grade Seven
Unconsciously, it is already in the sixth grade. I love every teacher who has taught me. Their different styles left a deep impression on me, but what impressed me most was me.
Our head teacher, Miss Xia. I remember that at the beginning of the fourth grade, a well-proportioned, delicate and bespectacled female teacher came in from outside the classroom, and that was our new head teacher, Miss Xia.
Teacher Xia's Mandarin is very standard and her voice is quite loud. She speaks in a cadence, sometimes like a raging river, pouring down a thousand miles; Sometimes it's like a trickle, full of twists and turns ... in this way, Chinese lessons every day have become our expectation. Under the leadership of teacher Xia, we walked into the door of knowledge lightly and happily.
Before the final exam, the teachers were busy explaining various problems to us because of their intense study. Their faces are tense all day, and it is difficult to find a smile except fatigue. But Miss Xia is an exception. She still came into the classroom with a smile on her face, which made us feel warm. I remember one time, she walked into the classroom and rewarded a group of students who did well in the exam. She is carrying a big bag, which is mysterious. What is this? She smiled and said, "The lollipop in it is a reward for you ..." When the words were spoken, the pot exploded in the classroom, and the students who received the prize came on stage happily, holding lollipops in their hands and coming back happily; Those who didn't win the prize, looking around, were happy at a glance. ...
Miss Xia is tall and has black hair. Although she wears a pair of glasses, she can't hide her bright eyes. Can you believe her big gentle eyes are different-they can talk! Whenever I get good grades, her eyes seem to say, "You are great!" "Whenever I come to school early in the morning to clean up, her eyes seem to say," You are really a hardworking little bee! " "If I don't speak actively in class, her eyes remind me:" Raise your hand quickly! " "
I like taking teacher Xia's class. Her quiet cultivation and hard work inspired me and moved me. I want to repay her concern and dedication to us with excellent grades. She is the best teacher in my mind!
3. Write a composition by imitating Unit 4, Book 2, Grade 7 Chinese Book.
Do fortifications! Robinson is a great man. He lived independently for 28 years ... Everything, how much he suffered, and hated the mediocre life, thus starting a great survival challenge of dueling with death, but why don't we want to practice hard for our own life? After reading the wonderful novel Robinson Crusoe, there is always a tall image in front of my eyes. I feel that this book is just confirming this truth, which is really the grace of God.
From then on, the ship was knocked down by the waves or passed smoothly. Robinson-a lonely and tenacious adventurer; Robinson-a man who can give up the easy life. In order to find a suitable place to live, he ran on the shore for a day and fell into the whirlpool of the long river. All this is a person's struggle for his dream; Robinson-a truly brave man, the real challenge of survival has just begun! Wander around the island to get more food.
The worst experiment in history. Robinson spent several years building a boat and returning home, which made him a master of agriculture. After countless efforts, Robinson accidentally dropped the chaff in the corner and piled it into a temporary fence! In the storm and tsunami, all the ships except Robinson survived and realized their dream of sailing.
I seem to see such a man standing on the deck of the ship. The difficulties God has given Robinson are even more challenges to him, which shows that Robinson is an adventurous and indomitable person, and it is you who really control its fate! You can make it stormy, supported by pillars below, and suddenly collapse.
Robinson not only carried the fallen loose soil out, but also installed the ceiling. The waves are always surging, which makes you tremble with fear. The harvest of barley and rice ears is only half a barrel, all because of you. Today, I read Robinson Crusoe and Robinson the Navigator.
With his tenacious perseverance, he can be on an uninhabited island. But after only ten days, the ship was too far away from the sea, and he couldn't get it into the water.
All kinds of misfortunes and difficulties did not crush Robinson, but made him stronger. Isn't that what life is all about? This hope rose again: he gave up a rich and comfortable life.
Robinson set up a tent at the foot of the mountain and unexpectedly grew green stems. With the spirit and perseverance of never giving up, he lived alone on this desert island for 27 years. He dares to fight against the bad environment.
Now, years of hard work have been in vain? Countless revolutionary students have experienced countless wars without smoke in order to climb the peak of the school; Countless entrepreneurs have struggled in business for many years in order to break out of their own world and realize their lofty ideals. A person will experience many waves in his life. Try to be bigger, and put a few stakes in it to hang a hammock.
The next day, he put away the boxes, boards and materials for the raft. He is a brave explorer and found a place to live under a rock. Knowing when to sow, now he knows to sow twice a year and reap twice to avoid the disaster of landslides again.
Never give up, Robinson has the rations of life. Life is a boat that ripples in the long river of life. It will experience countless ups and downs and enjoy countless sunny days in Wan Li. It took months to cut down trees alone. When the rainy season came to Robinson, half the seeds were sown for experiments. Soon, dozens of spikes grew out.
Never give up, Robinson laid the foundation of life. Once, all hopes were dashed.
It was not until Friday that I was knocked down by the waves, full of gains and losses. but ...
However, after this experiment, how many tears and sweat have been shed ... They are our role models, working hard and managing the island in an orderly way. However, due to poor consideration in advance.
4. People's Education Edition, Unit 4, Volume 2, Seventh Grade Chinese Composition
My hometown is Hunan. Although "Beijing Opera" is not my hometown drama, I still know a lot.
Speaking of which, I can't help but think of an interesting thing when I was a child. Looking back now, it is really interesting! It happened on a weekend. It's so boring, I really don't know what to do. "Knock, knock ...", the door was knocked to make a sound. I opened the door and saw it. Hey, it's Xin Li and Yu! They are my classmates. Come to my house to play.
At this time, my sister also came out of the room. In our spare time, we had an idea and decided to stage a "Peking Opera", with my sister and I as directors and Xin Li and Yu as actors.
After some discussion, the "costume" (preparatory work) was done, and the drama immediately began: "Knock, knock, knock!" "The leather sofa knocks on the steel pencil box, and the dubbing before the beginning is well imitated." Who's running here? ! "The speech is more forceful. Wow! "Hum, I am the Li family childe, there is a rule, all family heirlooms should be handed over to the court! Hurry up and hand over your' Jade Guanyin'! "Said Li Xin bash elbows glaring, showing a kind of" domineering ".
"Hang it all, see how I tidy up you!" "shua shua shua" is followed by a solo plot. At this point, I angrily raised the "steel gun" (wooden stick) that I had already held in my hand, and stabbed Li Xin in the abdomen ... Li Xin should have been stabbed by the steel gun, then fell to the ground, and finally closed the curtain. This is a finished story.
But Li Xin fell down laughing before he was stabbed. So we arranged this clip many times, but it didn't work. When Xin Li arrived, he smiled.
It seems that the play is not complete. Afterwards, I asked Xin Li with a smile: "You see how well Yu played. Why are you still laughing when you fell?" Li Xin grinned and replied, "Because ... because I was so funny at that time.
Eyes staring, eyebrows sideways, haha ... I laughed to death! "I listened and gave her a push:" Look at you, when did you get serious? "This little wave of life kept" opening "in my childhood.
5. People's Education Edition, Unit 4, Volume 2, Grade 7 Composition
Unconsciously, it is already in the sixth grade. I love every teacher who has taught me. Their different styles left a deep impression on me, but what impressed me most was me.
Our head teacher, Miss Xia. I remember that at the beginning of the fourth grade, a well-proportioned, delicate and bespectacled female teacher came in from outside the classroom, and that was our new head teacher, Miss Xia.
Teacher Xia's Mandarin is very standard and her voice is quite loud. She speaks in a cadence, sometimes like a raging river, pouring down a thousand miles; Sometimes it's like a trickle, full of twists and turns ... in this way, Chinese lessons every day have become our expectation. Under the leadership of teacher Xia, we walked into the door of knowledge lightly and happily.
Before the final exam, the teachers were busy explaining various problems to us because of their intense study. Their faces are tense all day, and it is difficult to find a smile except fatigue. But Miss Xia is an exception. She still came into the classroom with a smile on her face, which made us feel warm. I remember one time, she walked into the classroom and rewarded a group of students who did well in the exam. She is carrying a big bag, which is mysterious. What is this? She smiled and said, "The lollipop in it is a reward for you ..." When the words were spoken, the pot exploded in the classroom, and the students who received the prize came on stage in high spirits, holding lollipops in their hands and coming back happily; Those who didn't win the prize, looking around, were happy at a glance. ...
Miss Xia is tall and has black hair. Although she wears a pair of glasses, she can't hide her bright eyes. Can you believe her big gentle eyes are different-they can talk! Whenever I get good grades, her eyes seem to say, "You are great!" "Whenever I come to school early in the morning to clean up, her eyes seem to say," You are really a hardworking little bee! " "If I don't speak actively in class, her eyes remind me:" Raise your hand quickly! " "
I like taking teacher Xia's class. Her quiet cultivation and hard work inspired me and moved me. I want to repay her concern and dedication to us with excellent grades. She is the best teacher in my mind!
6. Composition in Unit 4 of Grade 7 Chinese
A person I admire, the cleaner, like many others I admire, is deeply buried in my childlike innocence.
There are teachers, classmates, police uncles ... among them, what I admire most is an ordinary female cleaner! About 20 years old, she has bright eyes, crescent-shaped eyebrows, a small cherry mouth on her rosy face and a smile on her face, which makes people feel particularly cordial. I can see her cleaning the street silently after school every day.
A touching story from last summer still flashes in my mind. It was a Sunday morning. I go to Sunshine English Center to study English. Not long after I left home, I saw a sewer blocked by mud. The road is full of sewage, and pedestrians cover their noses and bypass other places.
None of them stopped to think about how to solve this problem, and they all went their separate ways, as if they had nothing to do with themselves. At 10: 30, when I came out after learning English, I saw a man squatting beside the sewer, not knowing what he was doing.
I looked at it carefully. It turned out that the aunt of the cleaner was digging the garbage in the sewer, and there was some garbage piled up next to it: rotten peels, vegetables ... others saw it and hid far away. I'm afraid there is still some dirt on their clothes. The aunt is not afraid of dirty and smelly, but also opened the lid of the sewer with delicate hands.
It's hot in summer, and the smell of sewers rises rapidly. I hurried back a few steps, but she completely ignored it, holding out the garbage in the sewer bit by bit and pulling it out persistently. After a long time, the sewer finally cleared. Look at the aunt cleaner, she has turned into a big face.
She closed the lid and went on cleaning the street. Seeing this scene, I can't help thinking: cleaner! Cleaners, whether it's windy or rainy or cold or hot, you always work tirelessly to create a beautiful environment for people.
Every time the broom swings behind, it will leave a clean street. Although you are wearing dusty clothes, you also have a beautiful heart.
How brilliant and dazzling your spirit is, you are ordinary and the greatest people! The reason why our house is so clean and beautiful has a lot to do with the cleaners. Every day before dawn, the cleaner begins to work. They get up early and work hard to make the city clean and beautiful.