Fenglaile composition 1
The wind is coming.
The wind is coming.
The wind blew the flag.
The wind is hidden in the fluttering flags.
The wind is coming.
The wind tilted the flowers.
The wind is hidden in beautiful petals.
The wind is coming.
The wind tilted the willow branches.
The wind is hidden in thin willow leaves.
The wind is coming.
The wind blew away the clouds.
The wind hides in the blue sky.
The wind is coming.
The wind turned the grass green.
The wind is hidden in the grass of gauze oil.
The wind is coming. Composition 2
The spring breeze blows on my face. Reminds me of a poem: Three autumn leaves can bloom in February. Scraping the river surface can set off several huge waves in thousands of feet, and blowing bamboo can make tens of thousands of poles tilt.
The wind blew up our five-star red flag, let our kites fly and let all our red scarves float.
The wind is coming, it blows on the healthy little tree, and the wind is in the green leaves.
It blew a beautiful kite, and the wind was in it.
It blew a clean stream, and the river immediately rippled.
It blows on the green grass, which seems to be dancing.
The wind, although we can't see you or touch you, blows on our faces, but we are refreshing.
Wind, you are actually flowing air, and we can't live without you.
The wind is coming. Composition 3
It's raining, the wind is coming, the oblique rain falls on the earth, making the earth full of colors, and the small trees on the side are bent as if watching interesting things on the ground. The five-star red flag on the flagpole in the school flutters and dances with the wind. It is very beautiful. The students hung bright red scarves and danced with the wind under the five-star red flag. The leaves on one side slowly fall from the big tree, flying in the air like beautiful green butterflies. A group of children are flying kites. The wind blows kites into the sky, and kites fly in the air. Feng, you are so beautiful!
The wind is coming. Composition 4
The wind is particularly strong today, and the north wind is howling. Hee hee! You don't know, a special game is about to start. Let me explain the price first. The referee is a dark cloud. The contestants are grass and flowers.
Whoo-hoo. Hey! What's that noise? Oh! It turned out that the audience in the north wind whistled and waited for the fierce competition to begin.
The competition began, and the grass danced with the wind, jumping up a gorgeous and changeable "ballet". Look, he sweeps the corner for a while, how great! Xiaohua is not to be outdone. Performed a colorful "flower dance". The colors of flowers are really beautiful, including red, yellow, green, pink, white, blue and orange. After the dance, it won applause from the audience.
The exciting moment has arrived. Who is the winner? In the end, the flower dance was even better, and the audience whistled for it. The game is over, and father Sun is on duty.
The wind is coming. Composition 5
The wind is coming.
Feng is an old woman who can comb her hair.
Comb the slender braid for weeping willow girl,
Let it fly in the air.
The wind is a fairy in tulle,
Take a bath in the river,
The river ripples.
The wind is a child who loves to blow.
Blow the windmill fast,
Blow the kite into the sky.
I can't see or touch it.
But we know that,
The wind is coming.
The wind is coming. Composition 6
The wind came, the wind came, the wind blew the book over, and the wind was in the overturned book.
The wind is coming, the wind is coming, the wind is blowing the leaves, and the wind is blowing the leaves.
The wind is coming, the wind is coming, the wind has turned the windmill, and the wind is in the rotating windmill.
The wind is coming, the wind is coming, the wind is blowing and raining, and the wind is in the oblique rain.
The wind is coming, the wind is coming, the wind has messed up the hair, and the wind is in the messed up hair. ...
Children, after listening to what I said, where do you think the wind is? It should be everywhere
The wind is coming. Composition 7
The wind is coming.
Feng is an old woman who can comb her hair.
Comb the slender braid for weeping willow girl,
Let it fly in the air.
The wind is a fairy in tulle,
Take a bath in the river,
The river ripples.
The wind is a child who loves to blow.
Blow the windmill fast,
Blow kites into the blue sky.
I can't see or touch it.
But we know that,
The wind is coming.