Feng 1 stood at the window, looking from a distance, weeping willows danced like charming girls under his caress; Sometimes he is hard, sometimes he is soft. Hard, but not like riding a bike with stones; Soft, but not continuous like silk. However, his position in my heart has already surpassed everything.
It was just dawn, and he just woke up and yawned happily. This yawn is really gentle. As soft as in his arms, he hummed you to sleep. These notes step into your dreams in an orderly way and linger in your ears gently.
It's almost noon. He also wants to eat like a human being. He roars and makes you afraid of him and avoid him. He seemed very angry and blew up the white clouds in the sky there. He gets more and more excited every moment. He wants to vent his anger and try his best to destroy everything beautiful. I don't know why, because I have the same experience. Perhaps, no one in the whole world really grasps another person, and even at some point, they are confused about themselves.
He sang again, and the rhythm of this tone seemed to make fun of everything, ignoring them and despising them. That kind of note, just like Beethoven's Symphony of Destiny, is full of rhythmic audio, which makes my eardrum seem to be shattered and the pain is extreme!
The sky gradually closed its eyes. Instead, it is night. The night eroded the whole earth, and he was gradually subdued by the night, making a whining sound. The sound is so sad that I can't get back to see the kite hanging in the distant tree for a long time. I tried desperately to get rid of the entanglement of tree skills and fly freely, but failed.
He slowly stopped crying and gradually fell asleep.
Taking advantage of the bright spring, scorching sun, crisp autumn and freezing cold, the wind came quietly.
It is this wind that makes nature colorful, and it is this wind that makes the world beautiful. Look at the spring breeze: passing through the bare land, leaving vitality everywhere. Yu Ying and Cao Fang, who were reborn, greedily sucked the fresh air and swayed their slender waist happily in the spring breeze. Brushing across the frozen lake, the fish couldn't wait and immediately began a carnival. At this time, the spring breeze is like a shy girl, tiptoeing through the withered branches, and a little bud is pulled out from the branches, which slowly stretches out with the spring breeze. Spring breeze, with hope, awakens the sleeping life.
Look at Xia Feng: In summer, the hottest season, even the wind is full of warmth. It is in no hurry, walking and playing, sometimes flying high and sometimes sweeping low. It plays music for the leaves, dances for the grass, brings coolness to the hardworking farmers' uncles, and erases the impatience and impatience in their hearts. The summer wind, like a mother's hand, relieves the anxiety in the world for you.
Look at the autumn wind: it brings joy to the reaper. It blows the sorghum in the field red, helps the golden corn peel off its green coat, and blows the horn of harvest. Autumn wind is full of joy, reporting the arrival of autumn.
Look at the winter wind: the wind is very cold, and the winter wind is mixed with snowflakes, running like a wild horse that is difficult to tame in the field. It trampled the grass under its feet and blew away the broken branches and leaves in the field. The winter wind, like a strict officer, looks at all things with some indifference and severity.
The wind plays different roles in the four seasons, and it adds luster to the beautiful nature with its own actions.
Don't be windy. Excellent composition 3 is composed of "another" and "sage". A long knife cuts you and me into two other unreachable different fields. I understand, I know that only in this way can we get the shells of our dreams. Then, I should write a smile on my face, right? Tears shouldn't linger in the eyes, but why sadness lingers.
Let smile replace tears, let joy replace loss, let the clenched hand be raised again, let sadness scatter in the blue sky and let it go with the wind. Then, with pleasant joy and full confidence, take a big step forward. Because, I know, you are not going to hell or heaven, but your own dream! So I shouldn't cry because you and I are thousands of miles apart, so what? After all, our hearts are linked together and our feelings are interlinked! At the moment of parting, with a confused heart, I suddenly realized that there was still a feeling in the world, which would be silently stretched and thinned by the sun, leaving you speechless. However, you told me that parting is a new beginning and a trick of fate. Don't believe it. So, friend, don't cry!
Fen is the helplessness and confusion of Lao Yin Fei Fen; No, it's the lightness and freedom of the legendary swordsman. I reveal all the truth to you. Look back at yourself when you persistently pray for heaven again. Has it been eroded and changed by the water of time? "I'll come back when the mountain is on holiday, chrysanthemum time", will you be on time?
The bleak cold wind kept drilling into my neck, and I shrank my neck and tightened my clothes. Mother asked me to go downstairs and buy a bottle of soy sauce. Well, I walked out of the house reluctantly.
"Wang Wang" came the urgent voice of rabies, and I followed it. I saw it! A black dog is going to give birth. I crouched down curiously, trying not to make a sound. "Wang Wang Wang" is another burst of rabies, but I can hear it. This is an excited cry. A little black dog the size of a mouse is lying on the carton with his eyes closed. Bitch is not much better, the cold wind makes her black hair fly up and down. But even if it is shivering with cold, it will protect the puppy tightly behind it, so as not to let the cold wind have the slightest chance to touch its little baby.
The bitch hid the puppy in a hidden place and ran away by herself. Out of curiosity, I quietly followed the past, forgot to buy soy sauce, and watched wholeheartedly. "Woof, woof, woof, woof" came the sound of fighting. A dirty dog with unclear color ran towards the black bitch, opened its mouth and showed its yellow teeth, coaxing it towards the bitch. The bitch was born small and dodged to the right, avoiding the first attack of the dirty dog. Then, the bitch bit the dirty dog at the fastest speed, and suddenly, blood poured out like a spring. The dirty dog's eyes are red, the cold wind blows, and the blood is even more frightening. But after all, it is a battle of wounded soldiers, and every action is inevitably delayed. Finally, the dirty dog was exhausted and fell in the cold winter wind.
The wind blows through every household, and everyone is chatting with their families in the room. But who knows this scene in this cold night when the winter wind is howling?
Mother Feng has a wind doll. Wind dolls are always running around, and mother wind is very worried.
Spring came and the wind doll ran out of the house. It is very happy to see the grass outside in Cui Hua. Birds are singing and flowers are fragrant. I can't help but breathe a sigh of relief, blowing away the bright flowers and lengthening the budding seedlings. The children took off their cotton-padded clothes, ran out of the house and flew kites happily on the grass.
In summer, people can't stand the heat, dogs stick out their tongues and cicadas call "cicadas know". At this time, the naughty wind doll comes, and it blows hard, hoping to blow away the hot weather. People are happy: "this gust of wind is really cool, and the wind doll has helped us a lot!" " "Hearing this, the wind doll be elated.
In a blink of an eye, autumn came. The wind doll was very happy to see that all the crops in the field had been harvested. Sorghum blushed and rice bent over with laughter. However, the grass turned yellow, the flowers withered, and the wind doll was very sad. She took a deep breath and blew all the yellow leaves on the book to the ground. The wind doll felt even worse when she saw this, and ran home quickly.
Soon, winter came. The biting cold wind blew snowflakes, and the ground was covered with a white carpet. But the snow was not enough to satisfy the children's good wishes, and the children stayed at home disappointed. When the wind doll knew about it, he quickly blew it up. Suddenly, the snow drifted harder and harder, and a thick layer of ice immediately formed on the ground. The children rushed out of the house, some were skiing, some were having a snowball fight, some were making a snowman, and the wind dolls laughed with them.
Now, the wind doll is no longer naughty, because he knows the happiness of helping others and the beauty of sharing with others. The wind doll has grown up!
Feng is a man of many talents. Gentle for a while, angry for a while; A moment of peace, a moment of anger.
When the weather is mild, the breeze comes slowly. Blowing in people's faces makes people smile. Blowing on the flowers and plants, the flowers and plants gently sway their bodies, as if singing and dancing with the wind! The breeze blew on the animals, and their mood immediately improved, and they all came out to play on the grass.
The wind changed its face, and the angry wind raged like a runaway beast. The wind is overwhelming and sweeping, and the whole world is flying sand and stones. The wind of the past roared away, and the world was calm again.
The wind has calmed down, that's because it's exhausted, and now it's time to have a rest. Although it is calm, the water is still rippling and the vegetation is still swaying. Although the wind is calm, it means it will be crazier next time!
The second wind was more violent, and it was called the strongest storm-tornado. The sky suddenly becomes dark, and the dust on the ground makes you unable to open your eyes; Flowers and trees crisscross, seven left and eight right; Animals are hiding in their nests and are very scared.
The wind is like a magician who can change his face. From this gentle face, this calm heart, into an angry face, a violent heart.
Walking on the gray-yellow road in the country, I can't help sighing. Everything around me is golden, dazzling and beautiful.
The grass changed from blue to yellow, but the farmer's uncle showed a happy smile, because the wind blew this year, autumn came and the fruit was ripe. ...
The wind blew this year, and the farmer's uncle harvested the fruits of a year of hard work. What did I get?
The autumn wind rolled a yellow leaf into my hand. Autumn wind! Are you answering my question? Yes, after sowing, you can reap the fruits of hard work. After sowing, you can only reap the desolation like dead leaves.
The autumn wind brought a few whimpers from Qiu Chan, and I couldn't help thinking of a story. In summer, cicadas sing tirelessly, but ants look for food everywhere and store it. Autumn has come, cicadas have nothing to eat, so they have to ask the ants who are well-fed at this time. The ant said, "You only know how to sing in summer. If I had known today, why should I have? "
Don't I look like that cicada at this time? When others worked hard, I played around, missed the season of cultivation, lost the harvest, but begged fate for a good ending. What's the difference between my ending and that cicada?
Looking up at the blue sky in autumn, there is no cloud. I didn't know why before, but now I finally understand that the harvest season can't be a little sloppy, and I'm not as sloppy and naive as this cloud. After all, this is intolerable in this society!
When the wind blows this year, I am glad that I am not that Qiu Chan, that dead leaf, and I still have a chance to start again.
I must work hard, I must struggle, I must do what I should do, I must ... As soon as the wind blows this year, I am determined to work hard and get rid of my bad habits. I believe that this time next year, I will also have golden eyes and immediate gains!
Autumn is coming, and the wind is blowing. It is gentle for a while, fierce for a while, and walks towards us with cheerful steps.
Listen, the autumn wind is playfully blowing the body of the buttonwood mother. Will soon blow away those buttonwood trees that are reluctant to leave their mother. The wind is blowing hard, but it just won't move. Those buttonwood trees clung to the branches and refused to come down, staring at the autumn wind with a kind of scared eyes. At this time, the autumn wind said to Wu Tongzi: "Brother Wu Tongzi, if you don't leave your mother, there will be no better development and no dolls of your own." You will regret it all your life when you are old! " The plane tree was moved by the autumn wind and was ready to leave her mother. Mother buttonwood kissed buttonwood: "Go, my child!" " "The buttonwood let go of its branches and left its mother in the autumn wind.
I don't know how long it took, but the buttonwood finally grew into a tall buttonwood, where birds can nest, people can enjoy the cool and children can play. This buttonwood tree is going to be a father. He is so happy that I don't know how to describe it. However, he never forgot his brother Qiu Feng. It was his advice that made him stop being stubborn. It was he who turned a small buttonwood into a towering tree. So, how can this buttonwood forget this kindness?
This year, the plane tree let the swallow find the autumn wind and let him be a guest in the shade. After a while, an autumn wind blew on the plane tree, and now the autumn wind has an invisible beard. Goodbye, brothers, they are happy from ear to ear.
Feng You Composition 9 Look; The chirp of cicadas in the Woods was replaced by the whistling wind; The dead leaves on the trees are falling. Suddenly, there are many yellow butterflies flying in the air. On the tree-lined path in the forest in cold autumn, the fallen leaves slowly drift into the grass. Blending with the golden hay, the earth jumped up like a thick "quilt" and slept quietly.
The autumn wind blew away the summer flowers and birds, and a beautiful picture of autumn scenery was presented to people. At this time, did you see the lingering autumn rain in the painting?
When I woke up in the morning, I heard a tinkling rain, as if it were a cheerful and lively music. The continuous autumn rain slowly fell on the ground, splashing round little drops of water on the fallen leaves on the ground! The glass on the balcony is green, the wide thin leaves are washed clean by lingering autumn rain, and crystal beads are hung on the green leaves, which looks so beautiful. This is enough to show the charm and beauty of autumn rain, which embodies the beauty of all rain! There is the gentleness of light rain, the tenacity of heavy rain and the gentleness of spring rain. The winter rain has not rained for a long time ... I don't know how long it took, and the autumn rain gradually stopped, washing everything more colorful. It can be said that "the autumn rain moistens things silently"! Otherwise, how can it make the autumn colors so bright?
Ah! That wind! That rain!
It's night, and the wind from Qingcheng Mountain, with its warmth and charm, blows on my face. Arouse my childhood memories, mountain breeze.
The wind is my lover. She is shy and feels windy in the morning. She caresses your cheek like a lover's hand, full of warmth, which makes people reluctant. She brushes your face and makes you wander around looking for her. The wind dispelled the fog in the mountains. The fog kept scratching you like a little boy next door, rolled into your sleeve, ran into your trouser pocket and tickled you from time to time. At this time, the wind came, like calling his brother, who went home. Of course, Fog can't go home so easily. He will stay here. Look at him, running in the mountains! Run and turn around. The wind chased the fog, as if the elder sister said to the younger brother, "Look where you are going! I must catch you! "
Mountain, a place where countless loves are hidden, is also a blessed place for life, a poem cloud; The mountain is not high, but there is spirit. Then the wind is a fairy, an elf who guards the mountains. She steps on dew every day to wake up the flowers and trees that have slept all night. When she woke up, it was already dawn, the flowers smiled at her, the trees were stretching, and she heard the crisp sound of bones waking up. What a full sleep! Only the stone is still sleeping and refuses to wake up. Let me sleep for a while. When I came to the river, I felt a sweet spring, so sweet.
The wind blowing from the mountain! I have been looking for your figure, and I shouted to the mountain, hey! Wind! Where are you? The mountain is silent.
In early spring, Feng's excellent composition 1 1 was a light-footed painter. When you noticed her arrival, she had painted every corner of this long-lost land with the color of spring with her unique brush-spring breeze. She is smarter than any painter and can use colors. Can you believe it? You can ask others, no one doesn't like her paintings.
Early spring painted a beautiful picture for the world, and also designed a broad road for the music messenger Zhong Chun. She sang the most melodious songs with a crisp voice. She has her own unique band-Mid-Spring Birds. Migratory birds were summoned back from the south and performed an unprecedented chorus. They have a unique microphone-spring breeze, which brings the sound of spring to all directions.
Stepping on the carpet of early spring and listening to the music of mid-spring, late spring has come. The great calligrapher dotted the world with the brush of spring breeze and wrote the word "Spring".
Ah! Beautiful spring, you are a new starting point for everything. With you, harmonious notes will resound through the world. With you, the world will be more and more beautiful; With you, everything in the world will be beautiful; With you, we can move towards new goals and win the banner of victory. ...
Ah! Blowing your face is not cold. ...
In the spring of March, the spring is strong. I was fascinated by the beautiful scenery of nature, enjoying the spring scenery to my heart's content, being calm all the way and enjoying the comfort brought by nature.
When I was still intoxicated with the beauty and comfort given by nature, the bright smiles in the sky gathered. Suddenly, the weather became gloomy, as if someone had angered it. I didn't know that the gloomy sky would take away the comfort brought by nature. I walked on and enjoyed the beautiful scenery. Suddenly, a drop of rain fell on my face. Looking up at the sky, I knew it was going to rain. I hurried back for fear of being "wet" by the rain. I walked very fast, feeling nervous and unwilling to see the beautiful scenery, but soon, the wind rolled sand down the mountain like a tiger.
It's cloudy in the distance, so I can't see anything clearly. I strode hard against the wind. Suddenly, a grain of sand flew into my eyes. I had to stop, rub my eyes with my hands and rub the sand out. I squinted and walked forward, and something rolled up by the wind scraped my face, which was very painful. The trees on the roadside were shaken by the wind, and I walked with difficulty step by step. The wind seems to be against me, as if sand is coming at me, as if everything is my enemy, as if all the power of the wind is used on me ... I still walk hard and finally get home, and I won't give up until the wind finally arrives. I'm one step away from winning ... I beat the wind!
There is no hard road that leads to success. I have overcome the strong wind, but there are more difficulties waiting for me to challenge.
Feng You Composition 13 The past is long, and I miss you deeply. Let the clouds bring full blessings and embellish your sweet dreams. May you not forget the gentle wind.
The wind is free, flying to infinity, drifting to the infinite happy days, blowing gently and walking leisurely, and it will take you to the sweet world. Today bid farewell to yesterday's glory and ushered in new hope. With dreams, we embarked on a journey. ......
When you are lonely, don't forget my gentle wind. I will take you to embrace happiness and rush to tomorrow. The past is like the wind. Childhood, an age of laughter and a wild season, painted a bright and open-minded background for my life. Its happy time, but fragile, this perfect dream, how happy and happy. When your heart is hurt, don't forget my gentle wind, which will make you forget the vicissitudes of the world, erase the sad things and make your heart eternal.
In spring, I add color to the earth and make every new life glow; In summer, I banished the heat; In autumn, I drew a stroke for withered leaves and danced them; In winter, I warn people; Well, I get angry when you don't get up to exercise, so people stretch.
The wind comes quietly and goes quietly. ......
14 in front, the grass is moving.
Outside the window, wicker flutters.
Oh! This is the wind, the wind in No.4 Middle School. Every strand is so fresh and cool ~ ~ ~
When I came to the campus of No.4 Middle School, a wisp of breeze came head-on. I feel cool all over, and I have endless strength to devote myself to today's study.
At school, bursts of laughter move with the wind. Next to the flower bed, the teacher and the students talked together, and the kind words warmed the students' hearts like the wind. In the office, the teacher is correcting homework meticulously. Sweat flows down from the teacher's kind face, and the wind blows to cool them down ~ ~ ~
The wind in No.4 Middle School is colored again.
In spring, the wind is light green, everything is revived, flowers are in full bloom, and the light green wind blows on the faces of flowers, making them more moist and gorgeous.
In summer, the wind is light blue, giving people a cool and comfortable feeling. How cool it would be if a light blue wind blew under the scorching sun, much more comfortable than staying in an air-conditioned room!
In autumn, the wind is golden. In the harvest season, the wind accompanies the students to enjoy the harvest.
In winter, the wind is pink, which gives people warmth, and the white snow flowers make the tasteless winter full of vitality.
This is the wind in No.4 Middle School. We are bathed in the wind of No.4 Middle School, sucking the breath of spring breeze and growing up healthily with us.
I love No.4 Middle School, and I love the wind in No.4 Middle School even more!
Feng you composition 15 sitting on the bluestone fence, the breeze blew, and the hair fluttered in my ear. Suddenly, unconsciously, a pale yellow petal fell on the page turned over in my hand. I looked up and suddenly found that it was osmanthus fragrans, an unexpected visitor. I laughed and didn't realize that the summer vacation had passed more than half.
In August, osmanthus blossoms. One of the most attractive places on campus is her. The scene that suddenly appeared in front of me calmed my heart long ago. "Hurry up, hurry up and pick up osmanthus, or you will be picked up again." Everyone is very happy, and every faint smile under the osmanthus tree is not much different from when I graduated.
Knowing that those strange and helpless faces have long since left me, I no longer think about them, but the swaying posture of osmanthus in the wind and its fragrance are really pitiful. I was intoxicated with it, and the beautiful aroma came to my nose and could not fade away, but what I erased was the love of my classmates in the past six years.
"Let's go down and take a picture." Someone suggested to me, "Well ..." I didn't say anything after I finished. Everyone is full of sadness, and we all know that mentioning the words "osmanthus" and "osmanthus rain" only increases the harm. I'd rather, how I hope to have a touched dried osmanthus in such a silent evening! The wind blew suddenly, and the air was filled with strong osmanthus fragrance. I missed it but didn't give up in any quiet trend. "Ha." Someone smiled, and everyone looked at each other and saw the sweet-scented osmanthus on each other's heads.
I know the taste of missing. I got up and looked at the osmanthus tree beside the bluestone fence. What will be its final outcome? Fade? Or hide in the leaves and live forever? I'm afraid it will eventually come, wither and be washed away by the rain without a trace. Hiding in the leaves will be weathered by wind and frost until it decays.
The wind is inevitably cold. I close my eyes and calm down to listen to the sound of the wind blowing flowers, and then there is silence. ...