The composition "Beautiful Poplar Cotton" is 250 words

In the sky in May, there are wisps of cotton wool. I like cotton wool, which is more like goose feather than snow. More like my wings than snow. Snow white. On one side of the teaching building, there is a tall poplar tree. In May, catkins are flying all over the sky. I lay prone on the railing in front of the classroom and reached out to catch wisps of cotton wool. Cotton wool floats in the air and into the classroom. Looking down from the third floor, the playground is full of children catching cotton wool. I smiled. I played like this when I was so young. I turned and walked into the classroom, but a wisp of cotton wool drifted to my nose inadvertently. I pinched this naughty little thing with my hand, gently closed my eyes, silently blessed it, and then went back to the railing, slowly blew it out, watching it float away and lingering with other cotton wool. It's beautiful. I turned around and saw it. Xiao Mu, the deskmate, was trying to get rid of the cotton wool on her body, then grabbed it with her hand and threw it with a jerk. I walked over and said softly, "Mu. Do you hate cotton wool? " Xiao Mu shook it and said, "Yes. Look, how annoying! " I approached her, gently pinched the cotton wool on her body, patted it and said, "Look, it looks like me." I said, blow the cotton wool into the sky. Xiao Muxiang discovered the new continent, copied me, made it again, and said, "Have fun." I walked into the classroom with a smile. My seat is near the window, and the poplar tree is outside the window. I opened the window and let the wind blow cotton wool on my face. Feel delicate and gentle. The scenery outside the window is green. Xiao Mu, who was just blowing cotton wool outside, saw me here and ran over to grab my shoulder and said, "Xiaoyi, what are you doing? Is there anything interesting? " I laughed: "Not everything is so fun. You see, the scenery outside is so beautiful. " She smiled and ran away again. The scenery outside is still the same, and the cotton wool is still the same. The sky is flying, but it brings incomparable beauty. I stood on the playground and looked up. The figure of cotton wool almost covered the whole sky and landed on the flower beds around the playground. To flowers, in my eyes, can be compared with enchanting roses. Cotton wool is still flying. Thoughts, ethereal