In a blink of an eye, winter came and everything seemed so quiet. I like this season. I don't know when I began to like winter. Maybe I wanted to feel safe when I was a child. Every night when the north wind is howling, I lie in bed, covered with a thick quilt, quietly listening to the sound of the cold wind blowing enough paper, closing my eyes and enjoying the warm feeling. This is the most comfortable time of the year for me.
As I get older, I don't feel that way anymore. Slowly, it becomes distant and blurred. I just feel that the winter night is very cold, and the cold wind seems to turn into thousands of steel needles, which pierce the pores and sting my heart. At this time, what this season brings me is not joy, but the pain after losing joy. I am afraid of the silence and darkness of the winter night at this time. I began to feel bored and wanted to escape into the warm quilt of my childhood. But how is all this possible? Reality still has to be faced. Fear of the present fascinates me with memories of the past. The warmth of childhood has become my longing for tomorrow.
After losing my best feeling, I was of course looking for it, so I began to like to go out for a walk and breathe fresh air when the sun was shining. Spring is also beautiful, but there is always a trace of melancholy in my heart, and I always feel that something is wrong. Sometimes I feel unreasonable myself. Everyone likes spring, full of colorful flowers and birds. But I don't think so. In winter, the cold wind rages, the bare branches and the gray sky are nothing. Perhaps the only thing worth nostalgia is the flying snowflakes and the pure feeling after the snow. But I just like the dark sky, the bare branches and the cold wind. These are also the characteristics of winter. These make me feel that winter is like an old man, with that kind of broad-mindedness that has gone through many vicissitudes. I like winter, and more importantly, the irreplaceable warmth has always attracted me, but I want to escape …
Reliving the feeling of childhood is a freshman winter vacation. Going to college is my first long trip, and it's gray every day when I get home. I can't calm down after taking a long-distance bus. It's no exaggeration to describe anxious to return. In the evening, the bus arrived at the station, and I haven't seen the familiar streets, familiar voices and familiar smiles for a long time. Then you can go straight home by bus ... The trees on both sides of the road quickly moved behind the car, opened the window and took a deep breath. I don't know when it began to rain ... Isn't that the familiar river ahead? I vaguely saw my home. I got off at the back of the village. Walking in the alley of the village with luggage, it is still so familiar, but it is a little hazy. I walked to the door and gently pushed the child, and my heart beat violently again. When I saw my parents and sister, my nose was sour and I almost didn't cry. I haven't seen you for half a year, so we naturally talked a lot. After dinner, we warmed up. We talked and laughed around the stove. My father cooked pears and apples and roasted chestnuts for us ... and talked and laughed until late at night. I lay in bed, listening to the cold wind whistling outside the window and knocking on the window paper. It was dark all around. Slowly, I felt the long-lost warmth. ...
The feeling of childhood is still the same after more than ten years. The warmth buried in my heart. I like winter again: bare branches: gray sky; Cold wind; Experienced vicissitudes, and the warmth of the quilt. ...
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What season's story composition is 600 words?
Conte de printemps
In a blink of an eye, the new year has come again. With the pace of spring, the snow and ice on the mountain melted, and the fish in the river welcomed the arrival of spring with a brand-new look. The sound of "Ding Ding Dong Dong" is a happy song carefully played by fish. Listen carefully, just like a song flowing on the mountain. The willows on the river bank can't wait to put on their new clothes because of the arrival of spring. Babies in willow leaves are wearing green skirts, and their graceful posture is dancing the "welcome dance" wholeheartedly with the most beautiful dance. Look! After sleeping in the field for a winter, the grass, hearing Sister Chun's footsteps, also leaned out happily, stretched herself and stared at the welcome dance of the willow tree. It thinks all this is beautiful, and it has never been seen before. Breeze blowing, the campus scenery becomes more beautiful, all beautiful scenery seems to be deliberately drawn, but all this is a masterpiece of nature, amazing. No one would have thought that nature was so magical. With a stroke of the pen, the world will become colorful. Teacher Chun saw that the flowers in the campus flower bed were still intoxicated with the sweet dream, so she smiled sweetly and whispered in the flowers' ears, "Naughty, I can't get up when I come." Then she blew it gently with her cherry mouth. Wow! The flower bed suddenly became colorful and the flowers woke up. When they saw Miss Chun coming, they shook themselves, and their cheerful laughter was crisp and sweet in the breeze. Ah, the pace of spring makes the campus perfect, which is simply wonderful! Walking by the roadside, the lawn is green and full of colorful wildflowers. Look around, it's beautiful! ! In a blink of an eye, the spring rain has been falling down, so soft and so silent. Looking around, it looks like a huge bead curtain, covering the earth like smoke. Rain drops on beautiful wild flowers, and small drops of water roll on petals like sparkling pearls. The rain stopped, and then the wind came, blowing grass. With the wind blowing, water drops rolled to the ground one after another, making a rustling sound, like a "Sasha Song" coming to the field, full of vitality, and the straw kept swinging. It's all beautiful. Ah, spring! You are a magical magician, who moistened the arid land with misty spring rain; You are an outstanding painter. In your work, yellow trees and grass turn green. You are a famous calligrapher, and everything you write is clear. You are a musician, too. You can touch people's heartstrings with those dexterous hands and let people's hearts sprout beautiful hopes. A year's plan lies in spring, so you should try your best to do everything well. Ah, how beautiful spring is! I love spring! Beautiful spring
The story of "Three" took place in the 400th season.
Happy story
One day at noon, my parents were not at home, and my sister and I were so hungry that we sang "Empty City Plan".
We started looking for food. I had a brainwave when I saw a box of apples. I said to my sister, "shall we eat fried apples?" ? "The elder sister nodded. I picked up a big apple, took a tool knife and began to peel it. I tried very hard to hold the big apple, but I couldn't hold the tool knife steadily. I had a hard time peeling off the skin. Then I started shredding. However, the small hole in the cutting wire of the tool knife was quickly blocked, and I couldn't fix it. I was so angry that I suddenly saw the faucet and my plan popped up in my mind. I turned on the tap and washed the holes with water, and all the apple fragments were washed out at once. Great! I excitedly continued to peel apples. Cut the silk quickly. What should I add? Remembering that my mother often uses raw flour and sugar in cooking, I added brown sugar and raw flour, picked up chopsticks and stirred happily.
I started cooking. I turned on the gas stove and poured some oil into the pot. I only heard a sound of "zi". Hot air came out of the pot and oil splashed everywhere. Ah, my arm was hit by a missile. I quickly turned on the tap and washed away the water. Then I pour in shredded apples. Unconsciously, the "missile" flew even harder. At least five or six flies towards me. I dodged left and right, but I couldn't escape the attack of these missiles. Ah, my arm was hit by a missile again. I quickly turned on the tap to wash it, and then quickly stirred it with a shovel. After a while, the apple shreds gradually softened. I turned down the fire. After a while, the apple shreds changed from light yellow to golden yellow, and the raw flour became transparent and stuck to the apple shreds, forming a soft ball, which, like rice, exuded an attractive fragrance. I kept stirring, once, twice, three times ... I thought it should be enough, so I shoveled it out of the pot and put it on the plate.
My sister couldn't wait to pick up a small ball with chopsticks and eat it. Suddenly she shouted excitedly, "Wow! Delicious! " I quickly picked up a ball and put it in my mouth, feeling fragrant, sweet and soft. "It's delicious! Success! " I jumped for joy.
This is my happiest thing, because it is my first time to learn to cook, and I have successfully cooked a delicious dish with apples: "golden rice".
Sad story
There are many sad things in my life, like thousands of shells on the beach, endless, but now, I must choose the most beautiful shell for you.
I remember it was a sunny morning, but I was not happy at all because my seven-year-old pet dog died. It is very clever and obedient.
That time we went to grandma's house in the country to play, and there was a fluffy ball in the car. Haha, that's my little pet dog. It has a nice and famous name: Coca-Cola, which is a bit like a lady and a gentleman. It always holds its head high and looks arrogant. When he got there, Coca-Cola immediately played with his good friend Xiaomi Rabbit. They had a good time! Soon after returning home, I saw the little pet dog Coca-Cola staring at the little rabbit rice with affectionate eyes, and Xiaomi looked at it as if to say "Welcome to come again next time"!
After that, we got on the bus one after another. It took about ten minutes to drive, and it was about twenty or thirty meters away from home. Coca-Cola started a particularly abnormal behavior: it kicked its legs and jumped out of the window. When my mother instantly realized that Coca-Cola was going to jump off a building, it was too late. Coca-Cola jumped out of the car, and just as it was at a loss, a speeding car hit it because it was too fast to stop. The tragic thing finally happened. When we all got off the bus in a hurry and came to it, it looked at us and cried for the auxiliary folding and the wrong barrel. The painful expression made you feel like a knife! You know, there was a puppy in its belly at that time. I think it's dying. It's sad. Very sad! I cried and told my father to send Coke to the hospital. However, due to the serious injury, Coke closed his eyes painfully in a few minutes.
I love holding a small coke that is black and blue and dead, and my face is full of tears. ...
The story of "Four" chronicle composition happened in that autumn, with 600 words.
1, I often think of that lonely autumn, and I am very sad when listening to songs. At that time, I had just entered the first autumn of junior high school, and I was introverted and sentimental. Because of the failure of running for membership and the decline of my studies, I am so sad that I can't be myself. My mind is full of "I am determined to win, and I don't expect anything in return".
That autumn, with the sound of fallen leaves, I gradually walked away. The morning light shines on the snow-covered earth, reflecting the dazzling white light, crackling firecrackers and crimson colored paper all over the streets. The new year has come. Moreover, I have jumped from the top ten in my class to the first place, and I have successfully selected the League members. At the same time, I have successfully selected the League members.
Now, I seem to be surrounded by happiness and satisfaction every day, and autumn is here again. Somehow, I never seem to hear the sound of leaves falling this autumn. When the last leaf fell, my heart suddenly exploded and I suddenly remembered that autumn.
2. Leaving the hot summer and leaving a few hurried footprints in the barren autumn is the short and hurried start of our senior three life.
Autumn, this depressing season, is suffocating. Cold wind wrapped in the sadness of fallen leaves, endless yellow leaves, is our heart. The infinitely magnified scene in the distance is our unpredictable future. With some fears and some sadness, we walk in the team of surpassing and being surpassed.
Today's cold wind is still so cold, and our drooping foreheads are our most helpless submission. When my footsteps are changing rapidly back and forth with the rhythm of the public, my right foot is blocked by something at once, and my foot is consciously taken back before the brain repeatedly processes it. Under the low line of sight, I saw a pair of gray old sneakers, standing with a serious tilt, really like a "person" holding up. In an instant. The long-standing backlog of depression and irritability seems to be ignited by this anger. I bit my lip and looked up with something ferocious. But the scene recorded by my eyes was suddenly imprinted in my heart and became a profound commemoration of my life. I saw a thin little boy, in rags, with an empty bowl beside him. He held a small red brick tightly in his hand and held it up. There are firmness and some hesitation. Seeing my bold eyes, there was an unspeakable fear in his eyes, but he didn't seem to be used to this unfriendly treatment. At the moment when my eyes met, my self-confidence seemed a little weak. Faced with such a helpless teenager, after countless taunts from others, I can only think of using that cold stone to resist foreign indifference. I try my best to save even a little respect and concern. Unconsciously, the inner resentment was washed away by this sudden touch. It spread the return of human nature and shocked a heart that I haven't felt for a long time. Tears with warm feelings finally welled up in my eyes.
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Which season do you like best? What kind of stories do you like to happen in this season? Urgent! ! ! ! ! ! The composition should be about 450 words.
winter
Snow covers all the filth, and the whole world is a white, pure and newborn baby.
The season when the story of Lu was written. 500 words, fluent sentences, some rhetorical devices, thank you!
Outside the window, the tail of lightning left a deep trace in the dark clouds, and the sky was torn. The naked version of heaven and earth only has endless haze rights, and the raindrops of despair and loneliness coldly hit the uncovered life. The fallen flowers on the ground were crushed by raindrops, and the leaves on the branches struggled painfully in the wind. I only heard thunder laughing at the weakness of life ... when I opened my eyes again, the rainstorm had passed. There is a pleasant smell in the air. Leaves covered with dew are covered with gold in the sun and laugh in the arms of the wind. Fragments of sunshine leave a whisper under the green trees: I believe there is always a season for me.
I don't know who opened the music box of memory, but the footprints of growth are still deeply and shallowly left on the beach in the past, and the memory drawn by a melodious melody is slowly flattened. ......
The troubles on the desk are piling up like homework, and the pen in my hand is still writing tirelessly. Inner emptiness and remorse blur everything in front of me, and cherry blossom-like sadness flies in my heart. I lowered my head, gritted my teeth, and resolutely refused to let the tears I wanted to give up because of failure fall on my firm belief. Quietly raised his head and gave the sky a confident smile. Pick up the pen, get ready to fight and start a new round of competition. Dew on the leaves also looked at me, shining with crystal light, recording this growth.
I believe there is always my season, a harvest season.
What season's story composition is 600 words?
Autumn Tale
I never know how many people like autumn, but I am the heroine of autumn.
Autumn is a beautiful fairy tale. Autumn in the south has always been a harvest season, and all the days and nights are spent in people's laughter. However, autumn in the north is a beautiful place, with red maple trees, and many tourists are attracted here ... The western season is cyclical, and in a blink of an eye, this season's fairy tales will go home again. ......
Growing up, I have been thinking about such a beautiful autumn fairy tale: one morning in autumn, I came to Xiangshan Park in Beijing with a small umbrella, and there was a refreshing autumn wind behind me from time to time, stepping on fallen leaves and approaching maple trees step by step. Suddenly, a cute little squirrel jumped on my shoulder and licked my face with its mouth. I picked up a pine nut from the ground and the little squirrel held it tightly in my hand. I leaned against the maple tree and sang a song in a low voice. At this time, I was so proud that the birds were dubbing me and the squirrels were dancing on the ground ... Suddenly, it began to rain in Mao Mao, so I quickly opened my umbrella and hid under the maple tree with the squirrels. After a while, the rain stopped and the sun rose slowly from behind the mountain. I came out from under the maple tree and shook off the dew on my umbrella. A little squirrel jumped into the tree and sang loudly. After taking a bath, they are pouring out their feelings. As the sun rose higher and higher, I saw the crystal water drops on the maple leaf.
I came to a poetic orchard again. Fruits of all sizes hang on trees like lanterns. The fruit farmers each took a laundry basket and carefully put the ripe fruits in it. I picked one from the tree and put it in my mouth. How sweet! A cool juice seeped into my throat, and the smell, hey! I can't tell you ... I ate those fruits while walking. I saw a river in the distance and ran across it. The river is crystal clear, and small fish are playing in the water, constantly raising waves. There is a green meadow by the river. I lay on it and looked at the clear sky and the long white clouds. I slowly close my eyes. When I woke up, the sunset had kissed the western hills, and the red dove called back my heart loudly. ......
I walked around with a small umbrella and brought it back with joy!
I don't know if there will be such an autumn, and I don't know if there will be such a beautiful story. However, there is always a corner in my heart where this beautiful story is stored. I hope that one day, I really am the heroine of autumn! cps5
Write a 400-word composition about the story that happened in a certain season.
The composition is as follows:
1. The summer vacation started today. The summer vacation is here, but what should we do in the summer vacation? I think I want to do something different, but I don't know where to start and where to end ... maybe there is no beginning or end. Summer vacation is like this, so is life. In children's eyes, society is always full of truth, goodness and beauty, and life is sweet and colorful. In the eyes of adults, society has two sides, truth, goodness and beauty, false ugliness, and life has ups and downs. Why do adults and children have such a big difference in their thoughts? There is only one conclusion: this is the fundamental difference between maturity and immaturity. In the world, everything has two sides. The rich experience of adults determines that they see things more comprehensively. And if children want to mature, they must go through some things. Some people say, "life is a big training ground and a stage for honing people." In this special stage, everyone will encounter happy things and sad things. Sad things can make people suffer great pain, and happy things can make people feel good. If you face sad things all day, people will easily lose confidence and then give up on themselves, decadent and sinking; However, in the face of happy events all day, people will be confused by what is in front of them, lack social experience and be easily deceived. Just as plants can't lack sunshine and rain, people can't lack happiness and sadness in their experiences.
One of my favorite things to do in summer vacation is to see happy boys. I like Chen Chusheng best. I think many people like him. Some people like his voice, some people like the way he holds the guitar, some people like his story, some people like him as a person ... I like him, but it seems that it is not because of anything, but because of everything. When I saw him again, I was attracted by him, because of his voice and his expression of singing with guitar and telling stories with music. I remember when I heard him sing, I was completely immersed. It's as if you walked into his story, as if he walked into your heart. This feeling was not available to all other players present at that time. When other contestants sing, they just listen mechanically, but listen to the sound of Chu. I like him more and more in later competitions. In the final between Chen Chusheng and Awakening, the fans were divided into two groups, the judges were divided into two groups, and the host seemed to be divided into two groups. After the final result came out, He Laoshi also said that Chen Chusheng was awakened by mistake. Chen Chusheng and Awakening are two worlds, one selling box lunch and the other studying abroad. The final champion was Chen Chusheng, and I shouted happily, I won, and we Chu Sheng won. In this world, I believe that everyone's persistence and efforts will be rewarded.
Hot summer is often a time to test people's perseverance. Everyone has different perseverance, but the door to knowledge is always open. It depends on whether you and I are willing to walk in the distance. Walking through the heat means that you have embarked on a new starting point. I happened to read a book today. Seeing Tong Dizhou's writing, Tong Dizhou's study was poor, but he worked hard and made rational use of his study in the morning and evening, and changed from last to first. I was greatly inspired by it: no matter what I do, I have to work hard and sweat to get the joy of harvest. This reminds me of a famous saying: "No pains, no gains." What a famous saying, my spirit was lifted at once, and I found a tonic that my spirit needed. As before, I study hard, and every day the teacher takes us to the ocean of knowledge and breaks through difficulties. Got a beautiful trophy. I strengthened my faith, exercised my will and the spirit of constantly learning to climb. Waiting for the challenge of the next level ......
It's a bit boring to stay at home and do homework. Besides reading books or watching TV, I also play some cards with my grandparents for recreation. My mother is very strict with me. She often nags in my ear and insists that I review my English. She says, "I will graduate soon, and it's so easy to be promoted to junior high school!" I have to accept my fate. I finished half my homework in only 5 days! It's amazing! Although I breathed a sigh of relief in my summer vacation, I still studied behind closed doors. Alas, bad luck! Swimming is an essential exercise for me in summer. A sudden jump in the blue waves will make the bright and cool pool water cool and soak my heart. Although I occasionally drink a few mouthfuls of water in the swimming pool, I still feel very cool in the swimming pool! In hot summer, several dogs crawl and breaststroke have a casual and fashionable feeling. During the summer vacation, there is also freedom and happiness in the dull. What a boring and happy life!
Nine seasons and stories, 450 words, what happened in that season.
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With life and hope, Miss Chun came to the world with light steps. She jumped over the mountain and flew over the river. She works hard! But she didn't rest for a moment, and she couldn't wait to come to our campus.
Look, the campus is full of the breath and vitality of spring; Full of vitality everywhere; Everywhere is the scene of birds and flowers; Everywhere is a vibrant scene; There is a strong spring everywhere. The slightly chilly spring breeze awakened all the sleeping things and opened the sleepy eyes of countless small creatures. Look, the grass on the ground opens its eyes, secretly drills its little head out of the ground and looks curiously at the dazzling spring outside. It is like an ingenious textile expert, weaving a green carpet with his own little green and relying on the collective strength. The flowers in the flower bed compete for beauty, and you won't let me, and I won't let you open them and cluster them together. A piece of red, a piece of yellow, a piece of purple, a piece of rose ... flowers bathed in the warm sunshine of spring, competing to open. The birds on the branches opened their throats and sang melodious songs happily. Small trees also wake up from hibernation, put on beautiful green clothes, grow leaves and stand there like guards, guarding our campus. At this point, the whole campus seems to be covered with a layer of green gauze by Miss Chun.
Especially, the peach trees in front of the teaching building have a lot of bright peach blossoms. They are like shy girls with pink rouge faces and golden stamens, emitting a faint fragrance, attracting many hardworking bees and playful butterflies. Those budding peach buds, with their bodies tightly covering their faces, dare not show their faces, and a faint fragrance is sprinkled all over the campus, which makes people linger. No, the violets beside the teaching building are also in full bloom. They are all small and exquisite, posing beautifully, like delicate and beautiful little beauties in purple clothes, very cute. They all dressed up gracefully to attend this spring feast.
In the morning, the students came to school early, doing all kinds of sports and exercises on the playground, shaking off the dew on the branches with laughter. In the classroom, the lights are bright and the sound of reading wakes up Grandfather Sun. He looked at the vibrant campus with mirth and sprinkled warm sunshine all over the campus. The weather is so warm and hot that people want to sleep. No wonder Li Bai said the poem "I woke up in this beautiful spring morning"!
As the saying goes, "A year's plan lies in spring, and a day's plan lies in the morning." I will study hard on this beautiful morning. I am intoxicated in this picturesque spring, as if I have become a grass and a small flower in the colorful spring. Under the hard cultivation of the gardener, I grew up happily and healthily, decorating the spring of the motherland more beautiful and lovely.
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