Have you ever written a composition in your daily study, work and life? Prose needs the author's subjective feelings, which is second only to poetry in all styles. Then the question comes, how can I finish an excellent composition? The following is a good essay I compiled for you. Welcome to share.
Prose essay 1 For ants, everyone will not feel strange. For ants, some people hate it and are afraid when they see it, just like mice see cats. I admire it.
Ants are known as Hercules. It can carry things several times or even dozens of times heavier than itself, but it is too small. Although it has these specialties, it is far from enough to rely on its own strength. We should also rely on the help of our peers.
One noon, I was eating snacks on the balcony when I suddenly saw two ants crawling around beside my dropped cookies. I know what they mean-they want to send cookies back to their home. I wanted to see how these two little ants brought cookies back, so I squatted down to observe. Two little ants wandered around the biscuit, whispering something for a while and carrying something for a while, but they all failed. I saw an ant impatient and left without looking back. Another ant is still studying how to bring food back here.
After a while, the ants who left came back, and they also brought some ants. Later, many ants followed. One by one, they surrounded the biscuits, and a dozen ants came to carry the big biscuits. They carried them back until they knew there were sesame seeds in the biscuits. Ants carrying grain line up to their "home". Their team looks like a long black line. Ants who haven't carried food look around on the balcony to see what else they can do.
I crouched aside, glad to see the ants go home full of food. Seeing the unity and friendship of ants, I really hope that the playthings in nature can also be United and friendly and live in harmony.
Good composition 2 This National Day, my parents and I went back to my grandmother's house. When I went back last time, my hometown had already begun to decorate. This time back, it must have been decorated.
It was raining that day, and it was cooler. On the way, I saw that the fields of every household were almost empty, and some fields had just sprouted wheat seedlings. The corn has been harvested and put in front of every house to dry.
Arriving at the destination, the ground was muddy because of the rain. As soon as I entered the yard, I almost cried out in surprise. The courtyard is well decorated: behind it are vegetable fields, slates, pavilions, and green vegetable fields, just like farmhouse music, not like farmhouse music at all.
After we moved the things we brought back to our hometown, we began to appreciate it here. The pavilion is well ventilated around. It's a standard small pavilion, but now that the weather is cold, the pavilion has less function.
There are leeks, corn, sweet potatoes, and many dishes I don't know. I also planed a sweet potato with a spatula! However, what I care about most is a cordate telosma. The two trees under our yard are its brothers, from a cordate telosma, so they both grow well. The branches are covered with mine-like seeds, and there is a feeling of fruitful results. On the edge of the field is a goose pen, and the geese croak to meet us, which is a vibrant scene.
This time I went back to my grandmother's house, not only to see my relatives, but also to enjoy it. Times are changing and everything is new. We should adapt to this new world and make the world better!
Essay 3 I love nature, her posture, her spring, summer, autumn and winter;
I saw spring from Zhu Ziqing's prose Spring. How beautiful she is! Everything looks like I just woke up, and I opened my eyes with joy. You see, how gentle she is. "I want to get my clothes wet, but I don't feel cold when I blow my face." "The mountains are moist, the water is long, the sun is red, and the grass has slipped out of the soil." Spring is the most energetic season. ...
With the tense, warm and hurried melody in Liang Heng's summer feeling, I saw the second child of nature-summer, a golden season between spring and autumn. "The fiery red sun is baking a golden land, and the wheat waves are rolling, flapping the distant mountains and clouds in the sky, flapping the cars on the road, and rushing to the ships like waves. Gold dominates everything in the world, and hot air floats across the fields, blowing ripe wheat fragrance. After half a year's savings, the spirit of spring has become a majestic trend, rolling in the fields and rising between heaven and earth. Summer is coming ... "
The harvest season was finally felt in He Qifang's autumn. In autumn, she "shook off the dew covered in the morning, and the sound of logging tinkled from the valley." Put down the sickle that has been full of fragrant rice, and hold up the fat fruits and vegetables between the bamboo fences with baskets. "I found it. In autumn, she lives in a farmhouse. " Cast a round net over the cold fog on the river, and put away the shadow of Chinese tallow leaves like herring. The crown of the reed is covered with frost and gently shakes the moored paddle. In autumn, she plays on a fishing boat. The grass is getting wider and wider in the sound of crickets, and the stream is getting clearer and clearer because it is dry. Where is the flute on the cow's back, the flute hole full of summer night fragrance and heat? "In autumn, she dreams in the shepherdess's eyes. ...
"Like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees." I read a book about winter. The cold winter came quietly and the air conditioner came frequently.
Wheat, corn. In winter, cover them with white quilts; In winter, I touch the willow and dress her in silver; In winter, snuggling up to the earth gave him a new makeup; In winter, I kissed the hut and covered him with white gauze. ...
I love nature!
Unconsciously, the fragrance of Chimonanthus praecox once again permeated the whole campus, and the cold wind raged in the winter afternoon, and I wandered around the campus playground alone. The door of memory slowly opened and brought me to that bitter but passionate winter.
"Hey, brother, you have to work harder in the future, and it's all up to you then!" "Of course, you have to refuel!"
"hmm!" Say that finish, the two boys patted each other on the shoulder and smiled at each other. Yes, today is the tug-of-war day in our school. All the students are in high spirits and the boys are "crazy" about it. As soon as the bell rang, a group of boys rushed out of the classroom and rushed to the playground, and quickly got together to discuss the "tactics" used in the tug-of-war competition. Applause broke out from time to time. It seems that the boys are fully prepared for the game and are waiting to play.
Looking forward to the stars, looking forward to the moon, finally looking forward to that exciting moment. Both sides have stood on the "battlefield" of the tug-of-war and are ready to launch a "battle." All the boys in my class are ready to try. The teacher also stood by and cheered for the warriors. "Du-"With a whistle, the game began! At this moment, the shouts and cheers on both sides are like thunder. But I saw the soldiers in our class, all clutching the long rope, leaning back slightly, gritting their teeth, blushing and struggling to "fight". Look at the cheerleaders in our class, their clenched hands are waving in the air, and their mouths are cheering. The sound of cheering is like a heat wave, which makes the warriors excited. The cold wind is blowing, but it doesn't weaken our momentum at all, but it is enthusiastic. ...
Recalling the students struggling in the cold wind, I was shocked again, and a warm current surged in my heart. What makes students brave the cold, unite as one and work hard? I think it is the collective sense of honor of the students, and they also have a fiery heart that dares to challenge. Thought of here, my heart can't help but be strong.
At this point, the cold wind blowing on the face seems to be no longer cold. I couldn't help stretching my arms and taking a deep breath. The cold air mixed with the fragrance of wintersweet penetrated into my heart. I am not cold, because I also have a fiery heart.
A good article. It's raining. Look at these elves with an umbrella. They were given to me by God. They came to help me. Whenever it rains, my heart is purest. They washed my heart because of the rain. Because of this, I am not afraid of any difficulties now.
I like rain because it is pure and never human. A malignant pollution. One day, I was still on my way to school. Suddenly, it began to rain. I watched the raindrops and moved on. Usually, I play with them, but today is different. Being criticized by the teacher is very strict, which makes me feel that the flowers and plants around me are not as bright as before, and the sky has become gloomy and the world is gloomy. At that time, I felt that the way home was so short.
When I stepped into the house, the first thing I saw was a long interrogation face. I just put down my schoolbag. My mother's crying came, too. I knew I was right as soon as I heard it. My parents must know that I was criticized by the teacher. I walked towards my mother with heavy steps step by step. When I looked up, I saw serious faces and heard many voices of training and drinking.
My head is dizzy. I know I have a fever. I told my mother, and she was angry and ignored me. I went back to my bedroom and lay motionless in bed, saying nothing. This is mom and dad coming in, startled and taking me to the hospital in a hurry.
It was dark and raining downstairs, and I was dizzy. When I woke up, the fever had gone down and my mother slept beside me. I asked her, where's dad? Mom said that dad couldn't get a taxi, so he put his clothes on me and ran behind my back. As a result, I got well and he was ill.
See you later. I see, dear. Some people say that love is a lamp and a heart. I can't find anything comparable to it, but I think love is scolding you one after another. Why not reprimand you? They are angry because they care about you.
Your parents are your closest relatives. If you don't study hard, they will worry about you. If you are in trouble, they will find a way for you. Have you ever done anything for your parents? I don't think so.
It rained lightly again today, and I remember it again.
This is a simple question, but also a complex one.
Very simple, because the answer is: "Your ability is not enough"; Complex, because the answer is: "specifically, those are not enough to answer."
Human understanding is an article, which can write good things. They should have rich experience, impeccable writing style and good imagination. In short, those who can write good articles must be brilliant and have impeccable comprehensive quality.
Many times, I will take the time to read my own words. Every time I finish reading, I will have different feelings and find some shortcomings. Over and over again, I found that my writing ability was improving little by little.
It's subtle. We can't find many subtle changes, but when it makes a qualitative leap, you will be amazed.
Writing an article requires a quiet environment. In fact, writing is a very bitter thing, for example, you need to construct a scene, which may not reach the ideal state for a long time. However, in order to improve the work, it is necessary to delete it.
I heard the story of a great writer who said that he felt that his writing was not good, so he started all over again. Finally, it was repeated many times before a masterpiece was completed.
Yes, writing works is like having a baby. I need to be pregnant in October and need careful care.
So many times it seems to be a very simple thing, but it may not be what it seems. So many people clamor to be self-media and keep a diary every day. As a result, it is estimated that 99% people will die within these three months.
Yes, I've only been writing my diary for more than three months. The road ahead is still very long. Moreover, the later you write, the less you can write. And I have less motivation to write.
Why?
This is a way of writing from the media, which has been unprofitable for a long time and few people insist on it. If it is a hobby, there are many other things to deal with in real life, and there will be little time to write with your heart.
We all know that when a person is in a bad mood, he doesn't want to do anything. Sometimes knife elder brother will encounter such times, and he can't write anything good in such an atmosphere.
Because, words will carry their own emotions.
In addition, I do this because of interest, and then write words. There is no professional nature, so the people gathered together are all kinds, and it seems difficult to make a profit in the end.
So we still need an accurate positioning, or we need to constantly improve our writing level and write good things.
For example, you can also try to write novels and serial novels, which may be a very good choice. Knife elder brother is also planning this matter these days. When he has a specific idea, he will start writing.
Yes, many things don't just mean to stick to it. We also need to think about why we should do this, whether we can make any new breakthroughs and what value we can bring to others.
Value is the most important thing. The existence of any thing, if it loses its value, it will die before long.
Why can't you write a good article?
Because at present, my ability is not enough, as simple as that. So come on!