The first volume of the seventh grade is a poem about affection.

The poem about affection in the seventh grade is 1. A good article about seventh grade affection.

Father and mother seem to be involved in family formation since childhood, and most of them are mothers, writing about their gentleness, kindness and love.

We always intentionally or unintentionally ignore another person who is equally important to our lives-father. A father's love for his children is always reserved. He doesn't like to talk about love like his mother. He just expressed it with actions.

When I grew up, I met some people and things. I began to get to know my father with the idea of getting rich. More and more, I feel that every father has a warm heart and gives his children 100% affection, no matter how much pressure they are under. Xiao Qiao and Aqiao are my good friends, so I got to know their father vaguely.

Ying is the happiest of the three of us. At least she has a very complete family. Jane's father married a northern woman in the educated youth era and settled there.

My father is a university professor, a typical intellectual-gentle, without desire or desire. To this end, Jane often says that her mother is not worthy of her father, and she never hides her admiration for her father.

So I always laughed at her deep love for her father. Every Wednesday, when his father comes to visit the school, Jane always walks around the campus holding his father's arm, chatting and kissing his father's cheek before leaving.

This is hard for me to imagine. I don't know which fortune-telling book I read. She said that if she could receive a silver ring from a boy on her birthday this year, she would be happy all her life.

She really wore a ring at the birthday party, which was very delicate. Aqiao proudly told Xiao Qiao and me that my father bought it with his own private money when he went to Beijing to see friends, but my mother didn't know.

At that moment, I was in a trance. I imagine that a middle-aged man may be too poor to buy a gold-plated ring for his new wife 20 years ago, but 20 years later he will wander in front of the gold and silver jewelry counter and carefully select it just to satisfy his daughter's childlike desire. I can imagine Jane's father sitting on the train. He has no money to buy gifts for others except a ring he wears. However, there is no anxiety in his heart that will be blamed by his wife, because he protects his daughter from even a trivial sense of loss.

This is enough to make Aqiao proud and move me. At this time, Xiao Qiao said with a smile, Aqiao is still like a child.

I understand Xiao Qiao's feelings when he said this. She is undoubtedly the most precocious of the three of us. Xiao Qiao's mother's sudden death in junior high school hit her hard and hurt her forever.

But Xiao Qiao is stronger than anyone thought, which may be influenced by his father who was born in the army. Xiao Qiao's family style is very strict. His father always disciplines Xiao Qiao by running the army, and demands Xiao Qiao by the standards of boys, sometimes even unkind.

For example, after mom died, dad didn't even allow Xiao Qiao to wear black sleeves. It sounds cruel, but it does help Xiao Qiao get out of his grief as soon as possible.

Xiao Qiao said that she always remembers what her father said to her-the best memory of the living for the dead is to live well. Every time I think of my mother, she will think of this sentence at the same time.

Xiao Qiao still has no stepmother. In fact, she doesn't object to her father's remarriage, but her father doesn't seem to have any plans to have a second wife. I have read some articles about the stress of middle-aged people in the newspaper. I understand that after entering the age of no doubt, there will be a lot of confusion. The stress of work and mental loneliness can make people breathless. In addition, his wife died and his daughter lived on campus. I don't know how Xiao Qiao's father endures the lifeless loneliness in the house after coming home from work every day, so that his daughter won't be hurt at all.

After listening to their stories, I can't help thinking of myself. If Joe is her father who worships her and Joe is her father who fears, then I can only have deep pity for my father.

Yes, unfortunately. Father is the kind of person who has little education and little money.

Family may be his last spiritual sustenance, but only a year ago, this only sustenance also fell apart. I have vaguely heard some stories about my parents when they were young-at that time, my parents almost died because of my grandmother's resolute opposition, so I believe that my parents really loved each other at that time, so I can fully understand how deeply my mother felt for my father after choosing the lifestyle she wanted. For this reason, I stayed with my father and didn't want to see the end of his painstaking 20-year separation. Then,

But over the past year, my relationship with my father has not been very harmonious because we live alone. In the final analysis, it is still for the word "money".

After my mother left, there was not much money left at home, and my father had to save part of his meager salary for me to go to college later, so the daily expenses seemed tight. After discussing with grandma, dad asked me to go to her house for dinner every day.

My aunt is a selfish person who always looks at me with that cold and contemptuous look. That sense of humiliation weighed heavily on my mind.

Finally, once, I lost my temper with my dad and told him that I would never go to my grandmother's house for dinner again, even if I starved to death. My father looked at me blankly and tried to explain, but only said a few words.

He said that you know our present situation, and we still need a lot of money after entering the university. There's nothing I can do. Looking at my inarticulate father, I humbly told the truth, and suddenly felt infinite guilt, feeling that I was too ignorant and inconsiderate of my father; At the same time, I have never hated and loved money as much as I did at that moment.

While I hate its filth, I am determined to make a lot of money in the future and burn them one by one. Later, my father began to buy lottery tickets, from two yuan sports lottery tickets to one hundred yuan welfare lottery tickets.

Every time there is a lottery on TV, my father will sit there with a pile of colorful papers in his hand-I think he is imagining that they can bring him a lot of wealth. Once, my father told me happily that he won a small prize of 100 yuan. He said he might win1800,000 next time, or he might become a rich man tomorrow, or ... suddenly he felt his eyes shine.

2. Ancient Poems on Affection Write an ancient poem about affection, and the requirement is not 1.

Love in poetry 1. The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son.

Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?

(Meng Jiao: Wandering Sons) 2. Boil beans and burn beans, and the beans cry in the pot. We are born from the same root, so why should we speculate with each other?

(Cao Zhi: Seven Steps Poetry) 3. My grandfather and mother heard that the woman was coming and went out to help Guo Xiang; As soon as Sister A heard that Sister Mei was coming, she had to cut her red makeup. When I heard my sister coming, I sharpened my knife at pigs and sheep. (Mulan) 4. Although a country is divided, mountains and rivers last forever, and the spring of trees and grass is back.

Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate. The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold.

Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin. (Du Fu: "Spring Hope") 5. A vagrant hears drums that indicate fighting, and a wild goose sings in autumn.

The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright! Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death.

Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop. (Du Fu: Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night) 6. Seeing the autumn wind in Luoyang, I want a writer to write a book.

When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him. (Zhang Ji: Qiu Si) 7. A lonely stranger in a strange land I am cast, I miss my family all the more on every festive day.

When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. (Wang Wei: "I think of my brothers in Shandong on vacation in the mountains") 8. Every winter, on the solstice in Handan, there is a lamp holding my knees with me.

If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers. Bai Juyi: "I miss my home on the solstice in winter") 9. The child took the clothes and asked: Why don't you come back? * * * Who is fighting for time to win sideburns? (Du Mu: Home) or 1.

(Meng Jiao's Ode to a Wanderer) The thread in a loving mother's hand makes clothes for her wayward son. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.

Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring? 2。

(Cao Zhi's "Seven Steps Poetry") Boil beans and burn beans, and the beans cry in the kettle. We are born from the same root, so why should we speculate with each other?

3。 ("Mulan Ci") Parents heard that their daughters would come to help the generals; As soon as Sister A heard that Sister Mei was coming, she had to cut her red makeup. When I heard my sister coming, I sharpened my knife at pigs and sheep.

4。 (Du Fu's "Spring Hope") Although the country is divided, the mountains and rivers last forever, and the vegetation is spring.

Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate. The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold.

Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin. 5。

(Du Fu's Moonlight Remembers Brothers) Wanderers listen to drums and autumn geese sound. The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!

Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death. Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop.

6。 (Zhang Ji's Qiu Si) Seeing the autumn wind in Luoyang, I want a writer to write a book.

In the hurry, there is no fear, and the pedestrians are leaving again. (Wang Wei's "I miss my brothers in Shandong on vacation in the mountains") A person is a stranger in a foreign land, and I miss my family twice every holiday.

When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. 8。

(self-proclaimed Yi's Thoughts on Winter Nights in Handan) Every winter in Handan, there is a hug lamp. If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers.

9。 (Du Mu's "Returning to the Tomb") Why is it too late for the child to come back after receiving the clothes? * * * Who is fighting for time; Win sideburns? Is it okay?

3. The composition of the first volume of the seventh grade about affection. boutique

Affection, like a road sign in confusion, guides you the way forward; Family, like a lamp, illuminates the life you should go; Affection, like a cup of tea, can warm your heart. My mother is an ordinary person, but in her ordinary life, I saw her extraordinary side. I remember when I was in the first grade of primary school, I played on the playground with my classmates. Suddenly, I seemed to be pushed down by a force and my chin hit a stone. My classmates sent me to the infirmary, and the teacher said that I should go to the hospital to get some stitches. After learning the news, my mother put down the housework. I rushed to the hospital at the speed of light. In the hospital bed, I was very scared. I saw the doctor fiddling with a needle. Suddenly, my fear turned into countless tears. At this time, my mother ran into the ward, holding my hand and comforting me all the time, saying, "Don't be afraid, it will be fine! Mom is by your side, I will always be with you! " I stopped crying and turned to look into my mother's eyes. That was the first time I found my mother's eyes so big, so bright and so charming. Gradually, I fell asleep. I only vaguely remember lying on a warm and strong back. It rocked gently like a cradle, but it didn't wake me up. When I woke up, I was already lying in a soft bed at home. At this time, I will always be there. Who relieved the pain of my wound with caring eyes? It's her-my beloved mother. Although she asked me many questions, I didn't answer them. I don't want my voice to break the silence of this moment. I am thinking, if time can stay, please let it stay at this moment. Outside the window, the stars are looking here with their eyes open, and the moon shines the brightest moon into this warm hut. They are quiet and don't seem to want to break it. Family, like a clear spring in the desert, can help you when you are in trouble; Feelings are like a ship, carrying you on a long voyage. Affection is a clear sky that clouds can never cover.

4. The composition (about affection) in Unit 1, Book 1 of Grade 7 Chinese is 600 words.

Asking what love is in the world will only make people commit suicide. This is a poem about love, but I think it is better to describe family ties.

Family is a bright moon, which brings me hope when I lose my way in life. Love is a lake. When I was in a desperate place in the desert, it brought me that vague expectation and made me lucky to walk out of the miracle road.

When you succeed, everything will be good for you. Friendship and love should also focus on interests. Only family will encourage you, help you, bring you hope and give you wings of dreams when you fail.

With a gentle smile, it will quietly comfort you and pull you out of the swamp.

It is not the icing on the cake when you succeed, nor is it the embellishment of life such as friendship and love. Family ties have been with you since you were born

It is a timely help when you fail and a sincere smile when you are desperate. It grows with you, watching you learn to disguise, watching you stop hesitating, watching you … gradually, you no longer need its company.

When the growth is completed, I suddenly look back and find that I have already faded back to absolute beauty, which is no longer the same year.

I am willing to spend my youth with you.

Affection is the most beautiful and pure feeling in the world, and deep affection always touches our heartstrings.

Home is a warm harbor

Just as I was admiring the beautiful sails in the distance, a philosopher's fable rang out in my ear: "Friend, when you get closer, you will know that there are too many trivial noises on the beautiful sailing boat!" "

This is Nietzsche's contempt for women.

Isn't it? Home is too ordinary, and even a warm home will inevitably have trivial matters, gossip and even minor quarrels.

So, let's set sail.

However, anyone who has experienced ocean voyage knows how happy the long-lost heart will be once the dim shadow of the port appears on the horizon. If there is no harbor waiting to hug us, won't the boundless sea make us despair? In the voyage of life, we need adventure and rest, and home is a warm harbor for our rest. After our souls are cultivated too seriously by the mysterious waves of the sea, the trivial noise at home may be the music arranged by God to make people relax.

In the evening, the sails returned one after another, and the lights in the harbor were swaying and the voices were noisy, which interrupted my meditation on the sea. I stood up and greeted happily: "good night, people who go home!" " "