Tintin is furry and looks chubby. It has a pair of big black eyes; L two small ears are round; Its long tongue can lick its nose. It also has a small furry tail that swings behind it. Its whole body hair is black and shiny; Tintin has short limbs and can jump up and down flexibly.
When Tintin is hot, he sticks out his tongue to dissipate heat, just as lovely as smooth satin. It likes eating meat and bones. As soon as we eat, it squats under the table and looks at us piteously with big black eyes, as if to say, "master, don't forget me, I want it too!" " "When we put the bone on the ground, it can't wait to wrap it all in the mouth at once, and then slowly' taste' it. After swallowing it, it stuck out its tongue and licked it, as if it were aftertaste and compliment. Tintin sleeps on his stomach, snores and dreams.
Every time I go to my uncle's house, I will play with him and grab his front legs and sway. Tintin is dizzy by me. I will also carry it around and make it panting. Now as long as someone says to Tintin, "Tintin, Qiqi is coming." Tintin will run under the bed and lie there motionless, unable to call out. Mom said, I am Tintin's nemesis. I find Tintin very interesting.
Tintin is really a cute little black dog! I like Tintin! Do you like it?
Hope to adopt
The total score of Xinghua village composition is 150 words, which is a good season for spring outing. One Saturday, my parents decided to take me to the famous scenic spot-Xinghua Village in Miao Zi Township.
In the morning, my mother and I sat in the car excitedly. Father was driving when he saw 10,000 endless wheat fields on both sides of the road. In the middle of the wheat field, there are patches of golden rape flowers.
A few hours later, we arrived at Xinghua Village in Miao Zi Township. Xinghua village is a small village. When you get there, you will find all the apricot trees in front of you. The trees are full of apricot flowers, and fragrant flowers are everywhere. We climbed to Xinghua Mountain along the mountain road and saw that the apricot flowers on both sides of the mountain road were very lush, covering the path, and the branches were bent by the apricot flowers.
While enjoying the flowers, we climbed the mountain and finally climbed to the top. Looking at Xinghua Village from a distance, I suddenly felt relaxed and happy. The whole village is covered with apricot trees. It is simply an ocean of apricot flowers and a world of apricot flowers.
Looking at the beautiful apricot flowers, I can't help but reach out and just want to pick one. An old uncle came in the distance. He seemed to see through my heart, came up to me, touched my head and said kindly, "Little friend, a flower is an apricot. Pick a flower and there will be fewer apricots on the tree. " I retracted my hand and bowed my head in shame.
At this time, the sun is setting, and the afterglow of the evening shines in Xinghua Village, which is more beautiful at this time!
The total score of the composition after class is 1 18. After class, we came to the playground. The playground is really lively. Some students are skipping rope, some are throwing sandbags, some are kicking shuttlecock and some are playing table tennis. ...
Seeing that they were having fun one by one, we boys who stood by and watched the excitement could no longer resist the temptation and played the game of "the eagle catches the chicken". First, choose a classmate as an "eagle", then choose a taller classmate as a "hen", and finally the rest of the classmates hide behind the "mother hen" as a "chicken".
At the beginning of the game, I saw the "eagle" staring at the chickens hiding behind the "mother hen", looking for opportunities to catch them. Sometimes he attacked from the front, sometimes from the side, and repeatedly attacked several times. However, no matter how cunning the eagle is, it still can't break through the defense of the hen. "Mother hen" spreads her wings and tries to protect every "chicken baby" behind her. Chickens are also closely following their mothers, hiding under their wings for fear of being caught. Finally, under the protection of mother hen, they won and everyone was safe. They can play freely behind their mother, but the eagle is panting with fatigue.
"Tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink.
There is a scenic spot in my hometown, which is the pride of building a lake and a pearl in the lake. It is-Shuanghu Park.
As soon as I entered the park, I saw several glittering characters of "Shuanghu Park". Go along the path. I see trees on the roadside are lush and evergreen all the year round. They are tall and straight, like rows of soldiers guarding this path. There is a bird's nest in the tree. Breathing fresh air with loud crows in the morning is really a blessing! At the end, the soft grass is like a green carpet with many small wild flowers on it. They are white; There are red ones; There are also pink ones; Competing to open together, colorful is really beautiful! When I came to East Lake, there were several boats floating on the lake. You can't help getting on the boat, enjoying the beautiful scenery and blowing a cool breeze, which will remind you of a nursery rhyme: "We paddle and the boat floats gently." Look at the fish in the water. They are in groups of three or five. They played together for a while, wagging their tails and trying to say, "Come and play!" " "Walking up the stairs and overlooking the distance from the balcony will make you feel that" other mountains are dwarfed under the sky. " ...
At night, music rings, and the music fountain boils with the level of music. In the sky, occasionally there are a few twinkling stars, people gradually leave, quietly. This is the real Shuanghu Park.
Come on! Actions speak louder than actions, and Shuanghu Park is always waiting for you!
The total score is total, and landscape composition is urgently needed! (350 words) Snow
There are four seasons in a year, and each season has different scenery. I like the magnificent scenery when it snows in winter best. In winter, people seem to have come to an elegant and quiet realm of heavy snow and a crystal clear fairy tale world. The fragrance of pine and the ice fragrance of snow give people a cool and shining comfort. Everything is filtering, everything is sublimating, and even my heart is purifying and becoming pure and beautiful.
The snow at dusk, deeply cut, seems to be inextricably linked with emotions, and it is as turbulent as sea water, which can drown everything, and there is a sense of * * * like uncovering the head and tail. Snowflakes are colorful and crystal clear, like soldiers in battle, wearing silver armor, and like pieces of white sails sailing. ...
Snow is a symbol of cleanliness and auspiciousness, and it is also said that there is snow and good years. But snow has always been silent and cool in my eyes. There is no noise and chaos in the snow. I am the only one in the snow, enjoying the silence and feeling outside the world of mortals.
Rain makes public, regardless of season, I don't know how many melancholy people there will be in a year.
Snow is soft and waxy, and only in cold winter will it float around, cleaning people's dry and annoying souls in a special way.
Snow is quietly spread on the roof, Yushu Qionghua is quietly blooming branches, and even the messy shoe prints on the road are covered by new snowflakes. Everything is so quiet, and the snow is quietly decorating the earth.
The dog wagged its tail on the fluffy snow blanket and stepped on the plum blossom carefully. Sparrows flapped their wings and waited for a while, falling together, deliberately patting off the flashing snowflakes on their wings. The pines and cypresses on the mountain are covered with snow and stand the test of winter.
The scenery in the snow is magnificent, and there is no difference between heaven and earth. I can only see a piece of silver, as if the whole world is decorated with silver.
After the snow, the world is decorated with continuous white snow, with lush foliage and jade. This is a gratifying scene of heavy snow.
I love snow, I love snow scenes, and I love winter more. Winter is the ring of the soul. Although winter is very cold, it has incomparable warmth and hope.
Beautiful spring
Spring has come, how beautiful it is! This is a season of revival. Cold-blooded animals such as snakes, bears and frogs have stopped hibernating and climbed onto the ground to enjoy spring. In spring, birds are singing, flowers are blooming, grass is sprouting, swallows are flying back to nest, and spring has restored a colorful atmosphere to the earth.
Even the spring rain and the spring thunder keep coming to announce the spring for us. Spring is a good season for sowing. Farmers will start sowing in this good season, and there will be a good harvest in autumn.
Spring is not as dry and hot as summer, as cold and cheerless as autumn, nor as cold as winter. But spring is a vibrant and energetic spring. This reminds me of our mother, who is like the earth. When she gave birth to us, we had life. When spring comes back, it means that everything has to start all over again and all life has to start all over again.
People love spring, because this beautiful spring gives people a new beginning, new harvest, new life and new hope.
With the arrival of spring, the earth is completely green, from appearance to heart, the whole spring is covered with green.
This spring has given people new life and new hope. I like this beautiful spring.
spring
The lovely spring girl came to the world with light steps, and the vibrant scene came in all directions, as if the whole world had just woken up from a deep sleep.
Swallows dragged their scissors-like tails back to their hometown in the north. They twittered and twittered, as if to say, "Spring is coming, spring is coming!" "
Yes, spring is really here!
I look for spring with curiosity.
Ah, I see spring. The mountains in the distance are rolling, full of green. The grass on the nearby hillside also crept out of the ground quietly. They are tender and green. Fat little lobular children, like a fat doll who just woke up. This piece, that cluster, dotted with steep slopes. Trees on the hillside quietly pull out new branches and sprout like grass. Willow branches hang down like a thread hanging from a tree. Small bright yellow leaves are like petals tied on a string. Poplar is in bloom, and these flowers are clusters of purple. It's interesting to be covered with soft fur like a caterpillar. Peach blossoms are in full bloom, apricot flowers are hanging on branches, and pear flowers are blooming.
All kinds of wild flowers also woke up, only to see them spread out, hold their heads high, and rush to indulge in full bloom. Red, yellow, blue, white and purple ... are really colorful. Although these flowers are not expensive, they decorate this grassland of youth with their own little beauty and give everything to the earth selflessly. Swarms of bees, flapping their yellow wings, are busy humming honey; Colorful butterflies also dance in pairs.
In the field, the wheat seedlings turn green, endless, like green waves. Golden wild vegetable flowers sparkle in the green waves.
I don't know when it began to rain, gently, but I couldn't hear the sound of falling, like wet smoke, gently moistening the earth. After the spring rain, the sun came out and it was sunny. The whole world is fresh as if it had just been washed, and the air is fresh. Take a deep breath. My Sweetie's disease is like drinking honey. The spring breeze is warm, the bright spring light shines on the earth, and everything is full of vitality, which constitutes a beautiful landscape.
The color of spring
The colors of spring are really colorful, the sun is red, the sky is blue, the treetops are light green, and the winter jasmine is delicate yellow ... No wonder poets love to sing praises to spring, and painters love to describe it, because spring is the fusion of all the beautiful things in the world and the meeting of all colors. I wonder why these colorful colors choose spring to come to the earth.
The spring rain is continuous and gentle. It moistens the earth, caresses it and whispers to it. When people are unconscious, they quietly merge into a river and accumulate into a deep pool. Ah, it is the spring rain that brings green life to the pool.
Wind and rain always come together. In early spring, the cold wind awakened everything. The treetops are green, the earth is green, and even the platforms of towering buildings are green. Wang Anshi of the Song Dynasty wrote a poem: "Spring breeze is green in Jiang Nanan." How well you speak! But is it more than "green"?
Under the blowing of the wind, the wild flowers all over the mountains opened their eyes, one, two, one cluster, two clusters ... even joined together and merged into the sea. People face this ocean of blue, red and yellow ... gorgeous colors, and their troubles are gone, and their listlessness is gone. Thank the color of spring for giving us upward strength and confidence.
Look at the sky in spring. Why is the sky colorful and dazzling? Ah, that's a kite flown by children. Under the blue sky and white clouds, kites of various shapes fly freely and soar freely. What a refreshing sight! Spring belongs to children, and the sky belongs to children. However, aren't they also trying to dress up and add the color of spring?
Autumn in my hometown
However, if you lean down and look closely, you will find that there are scattered yellow in the pleasing colors, which is the trace left by last winter. You may sigh: "A fly in the ointment!" Yes, who will be in a good mood when looking at those few broken limbs and flagging grasses? However, you might as well cut off the yellow winter clothes, and you will find something more novel. It's green inside! It turns out that yellow grass is also gestating, gestating a better spring.
I finally understand why the colors in spring are so rich: it is the colored pens in the hands of Miss Chun who are waving diligently; It is naive children who dress naive; It was silently bred by neglected grass. People who enjoy the color of spring, what have you contributed to the color of spring?
My hometown is in the countryside, where the scenery is beautiful and beautiful. Especially in autumn, nature is even more dazzling.
The smell of maturity pervades the garden, giving off an attractive fragrance. The harvest is in sight, and the cultivators are all smiling and beaming. Pears in Huang Chengcheng are shining with golden light and smiling in green. Green cabbage, a clump here, a clump there, dripping with green, is like laying a green carpet on the garden. What is even more refreshing is that standing outside the garden, the garden is golden, occasionally dotted with a little green, which is particularly harmonious. The pleasing tree is covered with gold, a breeze blows, and yellow leaves dance like butterflies.
Walking in the garden, the whole garden is beautiful. You see, the yellow is elegant, the white is noble, and the purple is warm and deep, splashing and blooming in the autumn wind.
Of course, in autumn in my hometown, fog is the most charming and popular with children. Every morning, the world is misty, the mountains and seas are misty, and the mountains are undulating, just like Penglai Fairy Island, which is fascinating. Occasionally, a farmhouse is exposed to the fog, and the smoke fills the air. The smell of breakfast and the slightly meaningful morning fog constitute a harmonious and charming picture.
Whenever there is fog, the beautiful mountains and rivers in my hometown are integrated with the mirage in my heart. No matter what year and month, how far away and where I am, the hometown of autumn will always be hazy in my life.
Autumn in my hometown is also a windy world and a paradise for rain. Autumn morning, the breeze is singing. Pearl dew has arrived. Brought the coolness of autumn and absorbed the heat of summer; It brought snow-white clouds and erased the residual heat. The rain is the most unusual, as fine as a cow's hair, densely woven obliquely, and the needles are shining. How nice it is to say "sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things quietly" before the autumn rain in my hometown. There are always signs that the autumn wind will start first. Autumn rain fell silently on the ground. Autumn rain is harmonious. It took away the long drought in summer and brought the long-awaited wetness and coolness. I like autumn rain.
Autumn in my hometown! Whenever you come, the joy in my heart is always beyond words, which can only be summarized by a poem written by the great poet Du Fu, "However, I am frantically packing my books and poems".
I love my hometown, especially the intoxicating autumn in my hometown.
Autumn is a beautiful season.
The weather is always sunny, and there is not a cloud in the blue sky. I often look up and think that the grassland sky written by Lao She is like this-the sky is so high and so blue. Looking at it, I feel suddenly enlightened. Occasionally, a bird flying across the sky will make your heart tremble. I think it would be nice if people could be as happy and free as birds.
There is no wind in autumn and the air is a little dry. Occasionally a little rain will make you feel comfortable. Smell the earth, the moist air moistens your face, and look at the colorful colors in nature. You will unconsciously open your arms, look up, gently close your eyes and take a deep breath. At this time, you are the leaf, a small flower, a fruit ... you will melt into the autumn life.
I like the yellow color of ginkgo leaves in autumn, especially in the light of street lamps. Against the backdrop of the night, that kind of yellow is not golden, a little delicate and a little subtle. There are few pedestrians on the road, and the ginkgo trees illuminated by street lamps are like oil paintings on canvas, which are beautiful. I also like the red maple leaf. It is so red that no pigment can set off such a strong color. I am dreaming that one day I can go to a big maple forest and wander alone in the maple forest, so that the red of maple leaves can flow into my blood. At this time, I remembered the poem "Stop and love the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February". Presumably, the ancients also had a soft spot for maple leaves.
Autumn is the harvest season. The happiest is the farmer, whose bronzed face and wrinkles carved by years are filled with smiles. The hard work and sweat of the past seem to have never happened. Looking at them, you can't help thinking: happiness is that simple. Why should we worry?
I like autumn. I like all the beautiful things in nature. I love life, and I want to make my life as colorful as autumn.
A composition describing the total score of a puppy. Lovely puppy.
There is a puppy in my home. It looks very cute. It has several small white spots on its black hair. I call it Diandian. It is very lively and sometimes runs around with a stick. Sometimes I bring my shoes and chew and play. Sometimes a sock runs around the house. It's close to me. It often follows me everywhere, either biting my trouser legs, licking my hands or watching me eagerly until I give it an order. It has little courage. It will bark at the slightest sign. If a stranger comes, he will hide behind me and shout loudly.
This year, we went to Linhai East Lake to enjoy the beautiful scenery. When we entered Yishui Villa, we were greeted by those classic houses, which were wrapped in high-tech electrical appliances. When I came to the bamboo forest, the bamboo stood upright, and the top was as high as Tianzhu, which pierced the day. In the past, it was a lake with a long stone bridge and pink and white flowers. It seems to be two worlds. It's interesting to walk on a long stone bridge and look at the surface of the microwave without external interference. When I came to the peacock, there were white, gray, black and green feathers, as well as snow-white ones. Their hairy heads are like fluffy balls. We look forward to gloating, but we see gloating colorful, dotted little eyes. It's time for us to cross the black hole. At first, there was a glimmer of light in it, and then it became darker and darker, but a kind of courage appeared. Some of us took out our mobile phones to show us the way, and some took out flashlights, but the light was still not enough. I can't see the light in front of me, and I can't see my fingers. I have to explore the road with my feet and hands. I stepped on the stairs first to see if there were any stairs, so as not to accidentally knock them down. Touch the stone next to you, so as not to make your head suffer. When I heard someone in front say, "Finally." I know it will come out soon. I found the hole, the light appeared, and I finally came out. After coming out, we came to the amusement park. The game "Crazy Bullfighting" attracted us deeply. But if there is only 2 yuan, everyone is afraid that it will not be fun and waste money. Finally, Wang Yue broke the atmosphere and was the first to play bullfighting. Watching cows get crazier and crazier suddenly attracted everyone. After a while, more people will play, and finally it's my turn and Wang Yutong's. At first, the cow was crazy and limping. Wang Yu and I ate * * * and shook our heads. Wang Yu's body is tilted. I'll help you straighten it with my hands with a cow saddle. But the longer it takes, the crazier the cow becomes. Finally, Wang Yu was far from his body, so I hit him with my hand. As a result, we pushed too hard and both of us hung sideways on the cow. However, the cows became more and more crazy and threw us on the air cushion.
We went to another destination. When we got there, we caught fish and had a barbecue. Because there are too few grilled fish, it's useless. Some of us catch crabs, some lizards and some small fish, as if we were going to adopt them home. Chen Minghao caught a lizard and started to make a fire to barbecue it. Smoke keeps rising and lizards are suffering on the fire. Time passed slowly, and the lizard was burnt black by Chen Minghao, but its tongue was still red. It's time to go, so Chen Minghao threw the lizard away.
I was so tired that I fell asleep in the car at once, but this autumn outing was so enjoyable! Let me continue to enjoy the autumn tour.
Lovely little squirrel composition 150 word total score total structure how to write? My favorite animal is the little squirrel on Sun Island. This summer vacation, I went to Sun Island in Harbin, where the little squirrel left a deep impression on me.
The squirrels there are particularly cute. They are small and exquisite, as small as chickens. They have brown fur, watery eyes, thick and long furry tails and white bellies. They are really a group of cute little animals.
They chased and frolicked on the grass in small groups. If you are not careful, they are like arrows that leave the string and climb to the top of the tree at once. Then, they sometimes "fly around" in the trees like Qigong in Shaolin Temple.
Tourists always buy some melon seeds, pine nuts and other foods to feed them. They will take it rudely, hold the melon seeds in their hands and eat them up. In less than five minutes, a "melon seed shell mountain" will appear on the ground. If you want him to give you some attention, so that the camera in your hand can record unforgettable moments, but you are immersed in eating and drinking, you are happy to give the camera a positive face, or clap your hands and walk away.
The little squirrel is really smart and cute.
Bloom's composition is written with the total score. Time is like a black-and-white silent movie, silent but clear, savoring bits and pieces with you.
The cuckoo outside the window is in full bloom again, and I run barefoot. You love and blame yourself because you came up with me and wanted to make me a pair of shoes. You are a clever woman in the village. A needle and a thread, like dancing elves. When a needle goes down, a finely divided flower will gush out.
You measured carefully, but my eyes were fixed on the outside world. My heart can't wait to pay attention to the magic in your hand My heart has already reached the ends of the earth, playing with the stars and singing with the sea.
At night, you lean against the door expecting, anxious and anxious. I am full of dirt, and you happily hold out a pair of colored embroidered shoes and put them on me.
The next day, I wandered around my classmates' luxury brands and looked at their feet. I hid my head in the corner and broke these shoes. Although you looked anxious, I ran out of the house crying.
Time has brought me back to the present. You are in bed, filled with tubes of various nutrient solutions, and you are about to leave us. At this dying moment, I only heard a weak voice: "Those cloth shoes are in the cupboard. I just want you to wear them more comfortably."
Touch these shoes gently. These embroidered shoes bearing grandma's taste are very old, but they have traces of frequent cleaning. Touch it, there is the warmth of the sun.
I held on to it as if grandma were by my side. There is grandma's residual temperature on the shoes.
With the cock crowing in the distance, I fell into memories. The day after I left home, you were hoarse when looking for it, and you were in a hurry when you left. You hit my heart like a heavy hammer, with familiar and unfamiliar steps.
Until I see that you are too strict, my face is gray and yellow, my hair is scattered over my shoulders, I am stained with grass in the Woods, my sunken eyes and my gaunt face are printed in my mind bit by bit.
My heart is scattered in the mud and broken like glass. It turns out that I have never understood you for so many years. I have been with you for more than ten years, and you grew up with me silently.
In the evening, I strolled to the roof to watch the sunset.
I saw the horizon, an orange-red, gorgeous sunset glow was sinking, and the colorful sunset glow set it off, forming a colorful picture scroll.
The setting sun seems to be set in Phnom Penh, sparkling and dazzling, making people unable to open their eyes. The surrounding clouds have also become colorful. They are like naughty children, one minute they become graceful white cranes, and the other they become a proud rooster with beautiful feathers. That pile of clouds is like a fat sheep just now, but it is also like an athlete's lithe posture, and there are crowds around the audience. Everything is as vivid as a picture of intention.
The sun sets slowly, first a quarter, then two quarters, and gradually disappears. But the place where the sun went down left a mysterious color.
I stared at the place where the sun set, immersed in the reverie caused by the charming scenery of the sunset.