英語作文 七年級記敘文優秀作文200字
以下是翻譯的英文版本內容：
Seventh grade narrative essay excellent composition 1
Fragrance, filled with the tip of your nose, you suck, light smile, but it is beautiful.
Darkness comes again, you no longer laugh, you no longer have a pair of strong legs, you have sad, desolate, dark in the corrosion of your happy heart.
You like to be with me, running through the fields, chasing butterflies. Tired, sleepy, fell in the grass, quietly close your eyes, enjoy the moisture of the wind, your long hair flying. It was so moving.
Why, the beautiful angel has a defect, a car accident, took your legs. That day, you were stroking the stray cat on the road, I looked at you, smiling very happily. Can a car suddenly "fly", you fell in a pool of blood, I was very frightened, do not know what to do, staring at your closed eyes for a long time, a tear from the corner of the eye across.
Minute by second, I still indifferent, is a big sister dialed the emergency phone. Pulled you back from the hands of death, you were saved, but lost the ability to run forever.
You smile like a beautiful woman, you no longer smile, your face is full of tears, you must be blaming God. Don't give you a happy childhood, I sit on the bed, tell jokes to you, how I want you to know the outside things ah, I am afraid you cry again. It is so beautiful outside, you can only look at the grass without laughter from the window.
The first thing you said to me after the accident was, "Take me outside, will you?" I nodded, pushed you to the park, you enjoy the breeze, unconsciously fell asleep, I looked at your pale face, once again to tears.
I want to make you laugh, while you sleep, quietly push you to the place filled with our happy memories - the field. In the sun, you wake up and look around, frozen. Out of nowhere, a bunch of butterflies fly around you, and one flies into your hand. You finally smiled, and you would never know that I spent days catching those butterflies.
You have a beautiful smile. I want to send you lots of love.
Seventh grade narrative essay excellent composition 2
Mountains, so tall, steady, deep; And I, have a belong to my own father love, like a mountain of father love.
A father loves a mountain, I am like a tree, the mountain feeds the tree.
My father loved me very much, the roughness of love, the reality of love, just like the mountain nursed the young tree, while turning his life into a trickle to the growth of the young tree, while looking forward to the tree growing stronger and stronger, the longer the more upright.
Father like a mountain, I like a tree, the mountain is the teacher of the tree.
My father never accommodates me, just like when I was a child: when I learned to walk, I fell, and it was my mother who wanted to pull me up, and it was my father who shouted "get up and work hard" that was complained by my mother; Whenever there is a ditch, it is also my mother who wants to hold me in the past, and it is my father who encourages me to cross.
Father love mountains, I like trees, mountains care about trees.
Father is different from the father when he was a child, he would only say: "get up, hurry up" and such words, but now 'he easily made a fuss, on the matter of two years ago to say: at that time, I had a high fever, asked someone to ask for a day off, but the father is not at ease, he also asked for leave that day not to go to work, accompany me at home, for a while "want this?" "Want that?" Listen to me upset. Be from
Every simple sentence of my father, but when it is said, it will be powerful. Listen: "If you are a tree, you should grow into a pillar!" What my father taught me was the condensed principle of being human, and he often asked his children that no matter what they did, they must not be lazy and careless. Father is like this, with his steady steps to carry me from today to tomorrow. My father's character has shaped my character. As the saying goes, "Like father, like son." And his eyes were full of encouragement and love for his children.
The mountain is the father's first existence, a proud existence; The mountain is the father, in the final analysis is an accumulation, an accumulation of love. Father love mountain, father love mountain is accumulated bit by bit in the process of children's growth; The father's love of the mountain is a kind of power, supporting the children's life. The mountain is the father, you are a mountain that does not fall, forever in the hearts of children!
Seventh grade narrative essay excellent composition 3
Everyone's wish is a crystal glass ball, emitting a beautiful luster. Of course, my heart has long had a beautiful wish: grow up to become a doctor, for the patient to relieve the pain, heal the wounded.
Grandpa and grandma are both doctors, when I was young, every time I saw them, they were full of sweat to treat people. I always look up and ask my grandmother: "Grandma, you are so tired every time, why don't you rest for a while and let them wait?" Grandma smiled every time and said: "Not tired, not tired, how can you let the patient wait for a long time?" I think being a doctor is a very tiring job. I will not be a doctor. But once, I changed my mind completely.
That night, my head was very painful and burning, my mother thought I was just caught cold during the day, so I drank some cold medicine and fever-reducing medicine. But after a while, there is no effect, I feel very uncomfortable, non-stop humming, mother is very worried. At that time, it was already more than eleven o 'clock at night, and my mother was afraid of affecting my grandmother's rest and did not call her. Looking at me more and more uncomfortable, my mother still called my grandmother's phone. My grandmother received a phone call from my mother and immediately came to my home on an electric bike. After she gave me a diagnosis and treatment, she told her mother: "The child is chickenpox, not a common cold, go for an injection!" Grandma also watched me give injections and fed me medicine. After a while, my fever went down, and I heard my grandmother lecturing my mother... When all the uncomfortable feelings have disappeared, I finally understand why they always say that they are not tired, originally, to cure the patient, is the most happy thing to be a doctor.
After this incident, every time I see an ambulance, I can't help but wonder: Can this patient be cured? Doctors and nurses are like angels, helping people, they are fighting against the disease, they know that if they fail, they will cost the patient's life, if they succeed, they will save a life. Can I be one of the Angels?
This is my wish, although now can not achieve it, but I believe that as long as I study hard, I will be able to do it.
以下是帶重點詞匯的原文內容：
七年級記敘文優秀作文 篇1
暗香，充斥著你的鼻尖，你吮吸著，淡淡一笑，卻是如花美眷。
黑暗再一次來臨，你不再笑，你不再擁有一雙矯健的雙腿，你擁有了傷感、凄涼，黑暗在腐蝕你快樂的心。
你喜歡和我一起，在田野里奔跑，追著蝴蝶。累了，困了，倒在草叢中，靜靜閉上雙眼，享受風的滋潤，你的`長發飄揚著。是那么動人。
為什么，美麗的天使會有缺陷，一場車禍，奪去了你的雙腿。那一天，你正在馬路上撫摸著流浪的小貓，我看著你，笑的很開心。可一輛車突然“飛”過，你便倒在了血泊中，我萬分驚恐，不知道該怎么辦，久久凝視著你那緊閉的眼，一絲淚從眼角劃過。
一分一秒過去了，我仍然無動于衷，是一位大姐姐撥通了急救電話。把你從死神手中拉了回來，你獲救了，卻永遠失去了奔跑的能力。
你的笑如花美眷，你不再笑了，臉上滿是淚痕，你一定在埋怨上天。不給你一個快樂的童年，我坐在床邊，講笑話給你聽，我多么想讓你知道外邊的事啊，我怕你又哭了。外邊是多么美啊，你只能在窗邊望著沒有歡笑的草地。
你在事故后對我說的第一句話“帶我出去看看，好嗎？”我點了點頭，推你來到了公園，你享受著風的輕拂，不知不覺中睡著了，我望著你那蒼白的臉，又一次地落淚。
我想讓你笑，在你睡著的時候，悄悄推你來到了那充滿我們快樂回憶的地方——田野。在陽光的照耀下，你醒了，環顧著四周，凝然著。不知道哪里飛出一群蝴蝶，在你周圍飛舞，一只竟飛到了你的手上。你終于笑了，你永遠都不會知道那些蝴蝶是我花了幾天時間抓的。
你的笑如花美眷。想送你滿滿的愛。
七年級記敘文優秀作文 篇2
山，那樣高大、穩重、深沉；而我，擁有一份屬于我自己的父愛，如山一樣的父愛。
父愛如山，我似樹，山哺育了樹。
父親很愛我，愛的粗獷，愛的實在，就像大山撫育了小樹，一邊把自己的生命化作涓涓流輸送給成長的小樹，一邊盼著樹越長越茁壯，越長越挺拔。
父愛如山，我似樹，山是樹的老師。
父親從不遷就我，就像小時候一樣：學走路時，跌到了，要拉我起來的是母親，喊“爬起來，使勁”的是被母親埋怨的父親；逢溝遇坎，要抱我過去的也是母親，鼓勵我自己跨越的是父親。
父愛如山，我似樹，山關心著樹。
父親與小時候的父親眾然不同，小時候的他只會說：“爬起來，快點”之類的詞語，但現在的'他輕易就小題大做，就那兩年前的事來說吧：那時，我發了高燒，托人請假一天，但父親還不放心，他那天也請假不上班，在家陪我，一會兒“要這嗎？”一會兒“要那嗎？”聽得我心煩意亂。來自
父親的每一句簡單的話，但說出來，便擲地有聲。你聽：“如果你是樹，就應該長成棟梁！”父親教給我的，是濃縮了的為人之理，他常要求子女，無論干什么，絕不能懶懶散散，馬馬虎虎。父親就是這樣，以他沉穩的步子帶給我從今天走向明天。父親的性格，造就了我的性格，俗話說：“有其父必有其子。”并且他那目光充滿了對子女的鼓勵和愛護。
山是父親首先的一種存在，一種驕傲的存在；山是父親，歸根結底是一種積聚，一種愛的積聚。父愛如山，父愛的山是在兒女成長的過程中的一點一滴累積而成的；父愛的山是一種力量，支持著兒女們的一生。山是父親，您是一座不倒的山，永遠留在兒女們的心中！
七年級記敘文優秀作文 篇3
每個人的愿望都是一個晶瑩的玻璃球，散發著美麗的光彩。當然，我的心里早就有一個美麗的愿望：長大成為一名醫生，為病人解除病痛，救死扶傷。
外公和外婆都是醫生，在我小的時候，每次看到他們，他們都是滿頭大汗的在給人看病。幼小的'我總是仰著臉問外婆：“外婆，你們每次都這么累，您為什么不休息一會兒，讓他們等著呢？”外婆每次都笑著說：“不累，不累，怎么能讓病人久等呢？”我認為醫生是個很累很累的活，我是不會做醫生的。可是有一次，我徹底改變了我的看法。
那天晚上，我的頭很疼，又發著燒，媽媽以為我只不過是白天受涼了，就給我喝了些感冒藥和退燒藥。可是過了一會兒，還是沒有什么效果，我難受極了，不停的哼哼，媽媽著急的不得了。那時，已經是晚上十一點多了，媽媽害怕影響外婆休息，沒有給她打電話。看著我越來越難受，媽媽還是撥通了外婆的電話。外婆接到媽媽的電話，立刻騎著電動車來到我家。她給我診治過以后，告訴媽媽說：“孩子是水痘，不是普通感冒，去打吊針吧！”外婆還親自看著我打吊針、喂我喝藥。過了一會兒，我的燒就退了，我聽見外婆正在教訓媽媽……當所有難受的感覺都消失了以后，我終于明白了為什么他們總是說不累，原來，給病人治好病，是做醫生最最開心的事。
這件事過后，每當我看見救護車時，我就會忍不住想象：這個病人能被治好嗎？醫生護士就像一個個安琪兒，救助人們，他們就是在與病魔戰斗，他們明白，如果失敗了，就會搭上病人的生命，如果成功了，就會挽救一條生命。我可以成為安琪兒中的一員嗎？
這就是我的愿望，雖然現在還不能實現它，但我相信，只要我好好學習，就一定可以做到。