In real life or work and study, when it comes to composition, everyone must be familiar with it. Composition is a literary style that is composed of words and expresses the meaning of a theme through language organization after human thought. How to write an essay to avoid making mistakes? The following is a collection of spring thoughts and compositions that I have compiled. I hope it will be helpful to everyone. Spring Thoughts Composition 1
The spring flowers bloom, the spring wind blows, spring comes with the seeds of sunshine in our joy, spring sheds tears of happiness, and talks about myself The beauty of spring, the fairy tale chasing dreams, is coming to us gently.
Walking on the street, looking at the blooming flowers, the pink smiling faces of azaleas, the elegant stand of Clivia, and the noble fragrance of orchids, make my eyes bloom again and again. Winter is quiet because of the snow, spring is quiet because of the flowers.
Spring puts a tooth on the branch of every tree, spring writes a song in every flower, spring writes happiness on everyone’s face, feel the embrace of spring, feel the spring The green life, the tears of excitement slowly passed over the face.
In a cloud in spring, I discovered that life is a blue sea. In a wisp of smoke in spring, I saw the deep wrinkles on my mother’s face. In the sunshine of spring, I heard my father's deep instructions. The grass in spring is hope, the flowers in spring are hope, and the trees in spring are also hope. Spring is a season of reviving life, and spring is also a season of sowing hope.
In the morning light, in the dusk, in the fields, in the mountains, in the city, on the country roads, there are people’s smiling faces and figures everywhere, and there are songs everywhere. There is hope and there is happiness everywhere.
In spring, some people write fairy tales, some describe love, some sing, some are quiet, some are wild, some are happy, some are sad, and some are happy.
The poems of spring are beautiful, the dreams of spring are sweet, and the pace of spring is faster. Listening to the sound of spring is the deep following of God, chasing the shadow of spring is the expectation of smile.
Spring is the beginning of the year. Spring is the beginning of the year. It brings life, hope, beauty and warmth to people. What I like most is the scene when I was a child, following my mother, digging wild vegetables in the spring with a basket. I also like the most when I follow my father to climb mountains in the spring, watching the jasmine flowers on the mountain, the clouds in the distance, the water nearby, and listening to the flowing water. , feel the love of the mountains, and always feel that it is the most beautiful state of life.
In spring, I plant hope in my heart and give myself a warm happiness.
In spring, I spread happiness in my heart and give myself a warm sweetness.
In spring, I keep love in my heart and give myself a satisfactory answer to life. Spring Thoughts Composition 2
Walking around in a school garden, the garden is full of greenery, with pink and white flowers in full bloom. The sun shines brightly, and everything is filled with liveliness and freshness. breath. So you can imagine that although spring is late, spring has also taken shape. At this time, the valley of Dachuan is filled with a hazy mist. When this gentle curtain of fog opens, you can clearly see Thousands of flowers are blooming all over the wilderness, and there are also green grass embellishments, which are full of wonder and beauty. The earth is a beautiful place, thousands of valleys are flowing, and the beauty is boundless.
Although spring is the sweetest season of the year, it will not stay. Spring appears and passes slowly. Yes, even though spring is so pleasant and beautiful, neither you nor I can keep it. The immortal spring will soon pass away. So the poet came up with a moving poem about cherishing spring and dejecting it:
There are thousands of weeping willows outside the building, wanting to tie the youth, if you don't live long enough, spring will go away. Just like the willow catkins floating in front of the wind, I wonder where they will go with the spring.
When the green mountains and rivers hear Du Yu, they will be ruthless and don’t worry about others. Sending wine to spring without saying a word, but it rains lightly at dusk.
It can also eliminate several storms, and spring returns in a hurry. I cherish spring and always regret that the flowers bloom early, not to mention the countless red ones that fall.
Spring is here to stay! Jian said, "The grass in the world is lost and I have lost my way back." I complain about the spring without saying a word, but I can only be diligent, painting the eaves with cobwebs and flying catkins all day long.
Looking back at the charm of March, the delicacy of April, the abundance of mid-spring, like a meager shadow, I was not alert when I came, but when I was surprised, she had gone far... This seems to be the law of the world: Everything that is perfect is not easy to grasp. The eternal yearning hidden deep in the heart, all the lonely melodies, and the knots of love flowing in life are changing and growing. Sunshine or warm rain may make people happy and yearning. Today, the sun was shining brightly, and I walked on a carpet of golden flakes and green grass. The carpet was dotted with falling petals. An indescribable sadness still filled my heart, slowly seeping into my whole body. Sending spring away, there is no way out in the world...
In the blink of an eye, the beginning of summer has arrived, and the fiery red May day is almost halfway. Spring is old and has gone. Even though the late spring flowers have fallen, the bright reds and purples have passed. , once again the flowers are falling, and we will have a sea of ??green leaves. Green is the first syllable of spring. From the tender green of early spring to the verdure of mid-spring, it grows into the lush greenery of late spring. In the shades of green, we will experience the tranquility and heat of summer.
Spring Thoughts Composition 3
I took the camera and broke into the whole beautiful world like a dream.
That is a cute little blue flower called "Arabina". Although the name is "Mother-in-law", it is very gorgeous and looks cute and charming against the green leaves. Among the green grass, it was the only one holding its head high, exuding a confident and unique charm. Isn't this a kind of scenery? I picked up my camera and recorded this confident little flower. After walking a few steps, I was attracted by a wisp of fragrance again. The faint fragrance, if present or absent, quietly penetrates into the heart of the heart. What kind of fragrance? I immediately hurried to look for it. ah! It turned out to be wintersweet, and the brilliant yellow of the tree shone brightly in my eyes. The green leaves just stood still, but they were all dyed with that delicate fragrance, which reminded me of Lu You's "Divination". "Ode to Plum Blossoms", "Falled into mud and crushed into dust, only the fragrance remains the same." The wintersweet here does not have the tragic fate of the plum blossoms in the poem. They bloom happily, then fall happily, "turning into spring mud to protect the flowers." I smiled and recorded this sunshine elf in my camera.
For some reason, the door to my heart suddenly opened.
I saw the scene of a little girl feeding stray puppies; grandma steaming hot buns; my sister almost fell down just to deliver hot meals to her uncle... "Click, click" the sound of the camera It kept ringing, and the smile on my lips became deeper and deeper. This world is so beautiful!
The roaring sound of the car is full of the joy of returning home during the Spring Festival; the green tiled white wall is pasted with the full flavor of the new year and the joyful red color; the joy and expectation in the eyes of the naughty child, the early departure Flowers, those early buds, which one does not bloom with the beauty of spring? Not shaking the beauty of spring? Doesn't it mark the arrival of spring? The aroma of the hot food, the aroma of family affection, is so beautiful... Even if all the senses are mobilized, the beauty of this early spring cannot be tasted! The spring breeze blows, and every pore is contaminated with the breath of spring. Every breath fills the lungs. Happy smiles appear on everyone's face. The strong smell of the new year cannot be dispersed. Gathering with loved ones Joy in my heart, warmth in my heart.
Holding the camera, I broke into the whole beautiful world like a dream. Now, I can open my arms to embrace nature and beauty, and beauty and laughter are rubbed into my heart unconsciously. This feeling is truly unprecedented! Spring Thoughts Composition 4
The chill of winter has not faded away yet, and I am looking forward to spring. Spring is the first season of the year, where the grass grows and orioles fly, and willow silk blows on the embankments; spring is the warmest season of the year, which wakes up all things and moisturizes them as crispy; spring is the most beautiful season of the year, She is colorful and has rippling blue waves; spring is the most interesting season of the year, with water as green as blue and falling flowers as rain.
Spring has finally arrived in my expectation. I reached out and touched the tips of her wet hair; I closed my eyes and calmed down, and could feel her warm breath. She is like an innocent girl, bringing warmth and beauty to the world.
Early spring is beautiful. She came so gently and quietly, as if she couldn't bear to wake up the sleeping grass. Grass and trees are sprouting everywhere, there is mist and mist, peach blossoms are in full bloom, and willow trees are green; there are more kites in the sky, more children are smiling, songs and laughter are echoing in the spring breeze, buds are blooming everywhere, and birds are singing and flowers are fragrant. Who is this messenger of spring? I'm searching hard. ah! I saw and heard the peach blossoms on the shore, the spring ducks in the water, the swallows holding mud, the sprouting buds, and the chirping of insects and birds.
Mid-spring is beautiful. She came so warmly and refreshingly. The sun is shining everywhere, the warm breeze is blowing, the purples and reds are blooming, and the willows are blooming; the bare branches in early spring are already covered with fine leaves; people have long taken off their sweaters to keep out the cold and dress themselves up to their heart's content; the flowers are in full bloom in the park, and the fields are in full bloom; The area is lush green and full of vitality; the girls’ dresses are so eye-catching; the boys’ shirts and ties look so energetic. At this time, you will truly feel what it means to be full of vitality and what it means to be bright and charming.
Late spring is worth recalling. She has mist and rain, willow catkins are flying, branches are full of green fruits, and fallen flowers are everywhere. It is the season when the soul awakens, the season when feelings sprout, the season when thoughts surge, and the season when life flourishes. Although spring is beautiful, it is also very short. It comes and goes quietly, bringing people surprises and leaving people with aftertaste. Spring is short and fleeting. If you catch her, she will belong to you; if you cannot hold her, she will quietly pass away from your fingers.
We must seize spring, grasp spring, enjoy the sunshine of spring, and feel the vitality of spring. We must seize the opportunity, the spring blossoms and the autumn harvest, and seize the opportunity to enrich ourselves. We cannot wait for the spring of our lives to pass away, leaving only regrets and sighs! Spring Thoughts Composition 5
The breeze sends away the water and the clouds are low, and the fragrant night brings the mountain rain.
The rain is knocking on the eaves, pitter-patter, and the young peaches are like spring flowers.
Starting from the eight-petaled cherry blossom that the classmate put in the book, the spring rain began to fall, and the thunder startled countless flowers to fly. The peach blossoms that had just unfolded became the birthplace of new buds. Sacrifice. There was lightning and thunder outside the window, and the branches were struggling against the window sill. The wind dripped in from the cracks in the window with a hint of coolness, as agile and long as whistling. The rain fell freely and covered the sky in an instant.
Just listening to the sound of rain scares me - does this reveal the truth of nature: new life is always accompanied by tears and love?
After the rain stopped, the sky was clear and the breath was refreshing. The cherry trees in the cherry garden were covered with pink flowers overnight, like a thousand birds resting on their branches. The grass is verdant, and the rain is like stars shining brightly, embedded in the layers of emerald green, so green that it makes people look at it. Layers of brightness. How could it be so green! If it is originally green, it must be the cry of childishness; if it is the crystallization of yellow and blue, it must be the hands held together by the most exquisite sunlight at seven o'clock in the morning and the distant blue after the light dust. Standing on tiptoe under the cherry tree, the heavy flowers cover the branches in a layer of hazy mist. The breeze blows, like snow. Although it is not as white as catkins, it is better than its subtle fragrance. "At the end of the road, there is a hidden fragrance, amidst the sea of ??snow."
Standing on the promenade, I stretched out my hand to hook the spring fruits of the laurel tree, and the tender green fruits were plump and round. Glancing at the brown-red buds, I was shocked to realize that spring is not only about new life, it can also give birth to harvest. The bird sat motionless on the street lampshade, and did not hide when people came. It looked at me fearlessly with its bright black eyes. "What are you looking at!" I feigned anger, and it turned its head proudly, flapped its wings and flew away.
The soil was soft and fresh. The remaining leaves hit by the rain leaned helplessly against the small clods of soil. I thought of picking up the dead branches with sparse flowers and inserting them into the soil. I couldn't learn the elegance of burying flowers. But he also enjoys himself.
The water in the Fangtang ripples leisurely, and the fragrant and elegant petals of the white magnolia disappear with the wind. The corners of her skirt were caught by vines and could not be retracted in time, and the bright weather gave people the illusion of a quiet and beautiful time.
Of course it’s an illusion. Spring is over, and the passion and intensity of summer are already approaching. Leisure is getting less and the wind is getting warmer. I lie down on a book and take a nap, and dreams are shining brightly in my dreams.
When I woke up, I was already a little warm in my winter clothes. The spring flowers outside the window were brilliant and the birds were singing loudly. I took a long breath. Fortunately, spring is still here. Spring Thoughts Composition 6
Spring is coming.
Opening the silver-gray curtains, rays of spring light came in, like silk, like threads, but also sharp, entering my room, piercing my chest, and shining into my heart. of deep valley.
Everything seems to have just been awakened by spring. Their sleepy eyes have not yet fully opened, they just yawned and stretched. But the earth is unwilling to be lonely, and a little bit of new green appears early, broadcasting the message of spring as early as possible. A few touches of faint green on the ground are looming, making people feel a little confused, but they can also be intoxicated by it.
Sit quietly in front of the window, brew a cup of spring tea, and lightly read a book of "Anthology of Ancient Poems" on the desk filled with the fragrance of tea. The ancients had a special feeling for spring, either happy, sad, hopeful or worried. From the surprise of meeting the spring curtain in Bai Juyi's "The flowers are gradually enchanting the eyes, and there are no horse hooves in Asakusa", to the spring hatred in Li Yu's "Asking you how much sorrow you can have, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward" , and then to Han Yu’s exquisite poetic painting in “The light rain on the sky street is as moist as crisp, the color of grass looks far away, but there is nothing”, the most unforgettable thing is the sound of milk on the back of a three-year-old child, “Spring sleeps without realizing the dawn, smells everywhere” The innocence and innocence of "Crying Birds"... Every word and sentence in this poem is filled with the lingering spring heart of the ancients and the unique feelings of literati and poets towards spring.
Put aside the spring thoughts of the ancients and look out the window. The swaying willow silk echoes with the daughter-like mood of spring; the misty green is stirring the children's romantic fantasy of spring; the vastness The misty rain contains the delicate youthful life; the deep alleys are filled with the faint melancholy of the pavilion girls.
"The jasper is as high as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down. I don't know who cut out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors." A childish reading sound interrupted my thoughts, and I listened carefully, How familiar! Many years ago, my father took me to the willow forest to appreciate the thin leaves cut by the spring breeze in February. My questions, my laughter, and my fantasies turned into the thin leaves of memories in the willow forest. Spring comes again and again, year after year, the spring breeze blows again and again, but childhood is gone forever. Memories are just thoughts, all I can do now is live the next spring well.
Spring is here. It comes from the sentiments of the ancients, from the swaying willow silk, from the faint sadness of my daughter’s family, from the spring breeze in February, and from my distant memories. The fantasy of early spring, the longing for early spring, the hope of early spring, and the memories of early spring - began.
Taking a sip of spring tea, thinking about spring, taking a look at the spring scenery, the window of the soul turns green, the corner of the mouth curves, and I think: Spring is here! Spring Thoughts Composition 7
I clutched my pen and meditated, but I had nowhere to write. There was still a pile of empty paper on the desk. Several hours have passed since early morning, but I still haven't found anything. Exhausted, I walked to the window. The willow tree outside the window had become tall and straight. Wasn't it just a seedling yesterday? The days go by so fast. But it left no trace on this trail, which makes people have to wonder whether it really came here.
After noon, the scorching sun shines on the earth, and everything surrenders under its feet.
I was still hiding in the house, looking at everything outside the window, ah! How has it changed? Why is there an extra child around Aunt Yang? Wasn't there just a pregnant woman walking on this path in the scenery of yesterday? Why was the baby born so quickly? Could it be that I can’t wait any longer? Or have these days passed by in a daze and not paid attention to? No wonder the seeds that were clearly sown yesterday in my mind blossomed today. The days like a walking corpse have made me neglect all things. It is really incredible. According to this calculation, how much time do I have? Between the alternation of darkness and day, in the invisible passage of time, how short my life seems, and how hurried are the steps that follow the rhythm of life?
I am a person who loves to think wildly, especially when everything is taking a nap. The joys, sorrows, joys, love, hatred and resentment in life are all like water that has opened a flood gate and drowned me. All of me.
I was still standing in a daze outside the window, looking at the infinite distant sky, facing the blazing sun, thinking about the people I knew and didn’t know in my life, and also thinking about myself.
I think, if I am standing here today, maybe I will still be standing here ten or twenty years later. It’s just that I was in my prime at that time and might have already married and started a business. Then if another twenty years pass, I will still be standing here. What next? Will I still be standing here? Do you still think about life so wildly?
Maybe life is like this, birth, growth, aging, and death are just like a straight line. No matter who you are, what role you play, or how tenacious your vitality is, you will never be able to defeat the laws of nature. The older generation falls and the new generation becomes stubborn. This is metabolism. Because people are just passers-by between heaven and earth. After living in this colorful world for decades, they will eventually leave. No matter how prosperous or wonderful your journey is, you will never escape death. Spring Thoughts Composition 8
The breeze blew across the lake, the fish made ripples on the water, and the river also revealed its vitality. The grass is green again year after year, and it is always new year after year. Spring can always give birth to new things in life.
Pack lightly, hold a good mood, and run to the riverside to find a prosperous and lush greenery, and quietly enjoy the beauty amid the greenery. Leaning next to a not very big tree, watching the sunlight slipping out from the gaps in the leaves, watching the breath of spring spreading happily between heaven and earth. Sometimes, I have imagined a house "facing the sea, with spring flowers blooming", but my hometown is not near the sea, it is just a small town near the water, and the water is canal water, carrying the blown pieces of gold. The water flows, as if conveying the warmth of spring, making the city red. Although I was a little disappointed by the subtle fragrance in my sleeves that had been held by the west wind, the fish didn't think so. They dived deeper and vigilantly to avoid the fear of falling red and the various gazes of tourists. .
Although it is the warmer spring, the coolness still spreads as the river flows through the fingertips, and any refreshing feeling sweeps through the body. I picked up some petals from the river and felt a little sad for no reason. The mirror of the canal, just looking at it, everything seems real, but everything is unreal: the left hand of the character becomes the right hand, the sea of ??flowers on the left bank acts as the spring scenery on the right bank, and the small house that should have been there has become nothing. There should be a steel jungle, and the friends who should have traveled together have gone their separate ways. I fell silent.
The wind is very light, wafting over from the river not far away, carrying the unique fragrance of flowers in spring, and the crisp chirping of birds mixed with a slight sound. If you listen carefully, you will be able to distinguish it. It turns out that it was the roar of passing vehicles. I know that with the push of the steel machine, some things can no longer be retained. There is no more the crisp "tick-tock" sound of water droplets sliding down the eaves after the lingering spring rain, no more bluestones covered with thick moss on the river bank, no more laughter in groups of three or five going to the trees to pick fruits, no more left behind in the damp air. The muddy footprints are gone, and there are no companions running around shouting and waving branches. No more, no more.
It’s spring again, and the green grass undulates into waves in the wind, like tidal water, mixing with the fresh soil left after yesterday’s rain. I ran to the river because I didn’t want to go to the park. Anyway, I don’t like to go to the park when I want to go outing, because the trees there are short and colorless, and their roots are imprisoned by cement. It’s better to lean over and smell it carefully, and watch the water dew slide down from the arc of the perfect leaves. , is also a moving joy. However, the grass in childhood memories. After the alleys have been washed away by time, only a few broken walls and ruins are left for people to miss. I can't help but sigh: the place where we can get lost has been eliminated again.
The spring water still walks quietly, and the flowers continue to shine heartlessly, leaving only: heartache falling silently.