Every time, when I look up at the blue sky, I always see the clouds as light as gauze. They float in the air, they fly away in the air, gathering and dispersing.
I fantasize about sailing in the Tianhe River in a cloud boat all the time ... When I was a child, I used to lie on the grass and "judge" the clouds in the sky with my friends. Clouds chase in the air and decorate the blue sky with clean white.
Occasionally, a few carefree birds spread their wings under the white clouds and soar in the blue sky. My childhood, under the care of the cloud, is as simple as white.
The clouds in the sky carry my childlike dreams. On a clear day, the clouds in the sky are hazy.
The burning sun is quietly hiding behind the clouds, and there are still rays of sunlight shining through the clouds to the earth. The boundless sky is the stage of clouds. They walk leisurely in the blue sky, like white sails raised on the calm sea, floating confidently, showing their most charming posture.
Pieces of floating clouds, blown away by the wind, are chaotic, just like a natural oil painting with a blue sky as the bottom. Clouds in the sky bear my youthful reverie.
Suddenly, a difficult problem got stuck in a harmonious movement. I frowned and racked my brains, but I couldn't think of any ideas. I counted on the draft paper again and again and tried all the methods, but it blocked my way forward.
Gently, I lie prone on the table, close my eyes, and clear away those messy thoughts just now. When I opened my eyes, my eyes touched the white clouds in the sky.
They walk leisurely, like white sails raised on a calm sea, floating confidently and showing their most charming posture confidently. Pieces of floating clouds, gathering or scattered, are chaotic, just like a natural oil painting with a blue sky as the bottom.
It's like a thousand thoughts floating across the sky in my heart. I feel that they are talking to me, a sentence in white, swaying gently, full of encouragement and support.
I immediately grabbed a pen and wrote down all my thoughts. It is a cloud that brings me comfort like a friend.
The touch of the world came quietly. The sun has set, but the clouds are still reluctant to leave.
Romantic purple is dyed all over the sky, and the clouds illuminated by the brilliant sunset are inlaid with a Phnom Penh. Together, they are as magnificent as the rivers and mountains of the motherland and will always be deposited in my mind. Think about how many poets and writers have praised clouds since ancient times. How can I say that it is carefree to pass through all these clouds? The magnificence of the dark snow-capped mountains in Changyun, Qinghai, and the thought of "parting from the clouds in the west" ... Wan Daoxia shines on the sheep in the sky, from orange to scarlet, and then intersects with the sunset.
The clouds are changing wonderfully, the colors are getting deeper and deeper rhythmically, and finally they become several redraws on thick ink paintings, which are more profound and charming, as if they were as beautiful as myths. I seem to see tomorrow's sunshine and tomorrow's white clouds.
The clouds in the sky carry my brilliant hopes. Looking up at the sky, you can always see lily-like clouds.
They are mentors, friends, elders and children; They can enlighten people and show the truth; They are kind and gentle, and they are aloof; They are impermanent, just a piece of white, gathering and dispersing with the wind ... that cloud is not only in the sky, but also fluttering in my heart. It is the memory of that bay, it is thought, it is hope. I seem to be a cloud, flying in the sky of life with the brilliance and beauty like a cloud, enjoying the joy of dressing up the sky with the feeling like a cloud.
No matter what the weather will be like tomorrow, I will fly forever … I like clouds and their purity; I like clouds, and I like the free and easy of clouds. I like clouds, and I like the freedom of clouds! Look at the clouds and see the purity of the clouds; Look at the clouds, look at the charm of the clouds; Look at the clouds, look at the colors of the clouds. I like mysterious clouds in the sky.
2. How to write clouds in the sky about "clouds" in the composition is varied and varied; If you are not careful, it will become another cloud that you can't find. It moves slowly, sometimes like a dragon, sometimes like a crocodile with a big mouth, sometimes like a luxury car you have never seen before ... look! The nearest cloud seems to be a beautiful angel. She looked at me as if inviting me to be a guest. Look again, the clouds on the horizon in the distance have different shapes and have their own ordinary characteristics. The clouds on the horizon are very light in color, just like all the clouds gather there and then disperse.
There is a cloud, much like a white palace. There are many small islands around the palace. It seems to have laid a carpet for me, as if to let me pass. The sunset clouds are beautiful, which are different from those in the daytime.
But people expect it to appear at night. Because there is a folk proverb, "burn yin early, and burn sunny later."
It means there is a flaming cloud in the morning, which means it is cloudy. If there is a fiery red cloud at night, it means it will be sunny tomorrow, so people are looking forward to seeing it appear at night. I carefully observed the shape of the burning cloud. It's orange. This dark color almost renders half the sky. It's very nice.
Look carefully again, its color has changed from light yellow to orange, blending with the color of the sky, just like watercolor painting in art. When it was dark that day, the sky turned completely dark, and there was no cloud in sight, only countless little stars blinked.
The bright moon is in the sky, illuminating the way for pedestrians. Clouds, beautiful clouds, snow-white clouds, with thousands of gestures, float from one side of the sky to the other.
Not long ago, a scholar told me: "If someone looks at the sky intently, that person must be very lonely. Only when he looks up at the clouds in the sky will all his troubles disappear without a trace. " I firmly believe this sentence, whenever I am lonely, I will look up at the sky. Really, as the scholar said, all my troubles have disappeared.
Looking up at the sky, the clouds are moving, which will make my mood dance with them.
3. Grade four excerpted some short articles describing clouds for reference. The clouds in the sky are really varied and varied. Some are like feathers, floating gently in the air; Some are like fish scales, neatly arranged one by one; Others are like mountains, rivers, lions and galloping horses ... sometimes they decorate the sky beautifully, and sometimes they cast a shadow over it. Just now, white clouds were blossoming, the sun was shining brightly, and soon it was overcast, and it began to rain cats and dogs ... Clouds were floating in the blue sky, shining like red silk on the river returning home, and the water surface was like a big cockscomb ... Sometimes it turned into a long silk, wandering around this peak and drifting away from another peak. Clouds are also the natural scenery of this mountain area. Living in the mountains, Baiyun often visits in the morning. It lingers outside the window, reaches for it, goes out for a walk, and walks around on the clouds. Sometimes they wander around, making the whole mountain area form a vast sea surface, leaving only the highest peak, like a little bit in the sea. Clouds and mist are lingering. If you happen to meet them, in an instant, the clouds disperse, and I see the silver waves rolling under my feet, and the top of the mountain floating and sinking in the raging white waves ... A large area of fan-shaped clouds will turn from piled white cotton balls to golden pineapples. Then there will be a hint of rose, a hint of deep purple, like a distant garden, snow blue, gray black, brown, light yellow. At dawn, the sunset finally fell into the sea from Xia Yun's arms, as if spitting out a big duck egg yolk, which changed from orange yellow to orange red, to bright red, from a big circle to a fan, and was finally swallowed up by the surging tide. The beautiful and changeable shapes of clouds make me fondle admiringly, cherish them and encourage me not to be confused about life. After the thick clouds, it cleared up, not clear enough for Wan Li.
4. How to write a composition 1 on the topic of "Clouds in the sky"? Today, I was alone at home, staring blankly at the clouds in the sky on the balcony. My mother came home and saw me on the balcony. She asked me what * * *, and I said, "I'm looking at the clouds. You can see that they are constantly moving and can be changed into various shapes! " My mother asked me to write down what I saw. I see some clouds stretching into the distance like winding paths, some clouds piled up like mountains, some clouds like crumpled maps, some clouds like sheep, dogs, cows and other animals ... I don't care at all. The clouds are still moving bit by bit in the sky, and soon the winding path becomes straight. The mountains were dyed red by the sun, as if on fire; The crumpled map turned into a big water cup. All kinds of animals have dissipated and become small clouds ... what a magical sky view! Looking up at the sky, beautiful clouds flying in the air will make my mood as relaxed as clouds. If you are not careful, it will become another cloud that you can't find. It moves slowly, sometimes like a dragon, sometimes like a crocodile with a big mouth, sometimes like a luxury car you have never seen before ... look! The nearest cloud seems to be a beautiful angel. She looked at me as if inviting me to be a guest. Look again, the clouds on the distant horizon have different shapes, and each one has unusual characteristics. The color of the clouds on the horizon is very light, just like all the clouds are gathered there and paved. There is a cloud that looks like a white palace. There are many small islands around the palace. It seems to have laid a carpet for me, as if it wanted me to go there. The sunset glow is beautiful. It is different from the clouds in the daytime, but people expect it to appear at night. Because there is a folk proverb "cloudy in the morning, sunny at night." This means that the burning clouds in the morning mean cloudy. If it appears in the evening, it means it will be sunny tomorrow, so people expect it to appear in the evening. I carefully observed the shape of the flame cloud. It was orange. This dark color almost renders half the sky, which is very beautiful. Its color changed from light yellow to orange, blending with the color of the sky, just like watercolor painting in art. When it was dark that day, the sky turned completely black, and only countless little stars blinked. The bright moon is hanging in the sky, illuminating the road for pedestrians. Clouds, beautiful clouds and white clouds float from one side of the sky to the other. A scholar told me: "If someone looks at the sky with rapt attention, then this person must be very lonely.". Only when he looks up at the clouds in the sky will all his troubles disappear without a trace. " I firmly believe this sentence. Whenever I am lonely, I will look up at the sky. Really, as the scholar said, all my troubles have disappeared. Look up at the sky, the clouds are moving. It will make my mood drift away with the clouds ... 2. Since there is a lamb in the flock, the shepherd is no longer lonely. That gentle little life came into this world last Thursday. The shepherd didn't pay attention to the lamb at first, but when he looked at her for the second time, his heart was shocked-pure, beautiful and transparent ... all these adjectives flooded into his mind through the shape of the lamb. The appearance of lamb has brought vitality to the shepherd's life, and it is the shepherd's exhausted body and mind that rekindles the fire of youth. The shepherd was surprised that the inheritance of several hundred thousand yuan in the past did not bring him happiness. A little lamb made him strongly feel the beauty of life. It can be seen that people who pursue money all their lives are really doing something stupid that runs counter to the pursuit of a better life. The shepherd got up earlier than before and took his flock to look for fertile and watery grassland. He is willing to provide the first good meal for the flock. He likes watching the grass provide energy for every cell in the sheep's body. He thinks this is a real enjoyment. People who can promote the metabolism of life beyond their own lives through their own labor are the happiest people in the world. After having a lamb, the shepherd realized this feeling more deeply. The lamb likes the shepherd, too. She knows his value. She understood why he had to rack his brains to find the best grass for the sheep. She was grateful and excited. Through him, she understood the meaning of life. One day, the lamb asked the shepherd, "Why do you like me?" "Because you are like a sheep." "Aren't all sheep like sheep?" "Some sheep are like wolves." After a while, the shepherd asked the lamb, "Why do you like me?" "Because you are human." "Aren't people all human?" "Some people are like wolves." ... incarnate on this planet in a certain life form, which is the sorrow of life, but the content is not like that life form. Only the content of life is consistent with the form of life, is a wonderful life. The meeting of two such lives is a gift from God. It's a pity that God is stingy in this respect. Shepherd and lamb understand this, so they are more infatuated with each other. Cherish god's care for them more. Sheep finally can't stand the shepherd's preference for lambs. Jealousy spread like a virus among sheep and finally formed a storm. On this planet, tropical storms and typhoons are not the most terrible. The most terrible storm is jealousy. No one scored the jealousy storm, but this time the jealousy storm blown by sheep to lambs should be above 12. At noon that day, the shepherd who was taking a nap on the grass woke up. I found that there were no lambs in the flock. Actually, no. The shepherd asked the sheep. The sheep told him that the lamb had gone with a wolf. The shepherd doesn't believe it. But there is no sign of lamb for dozens of miles in Fiona Fang, Fiona Fang. The shepherd can't associate the lamb with the wolf in any case. The sheep told the shepherd that the wolf had taken the lamb in sheep's clothing. Loneliness is back. The shepherd began to experience the boredom and pain of life again. Happiness makes life short. Pain makes people live longer. This brevity makes life eternal. This long time makes life fleeting. The shepherd's world is fragmented, and he feels lost all day. The grass is no longer green, the water is no longer clear and the sun is not clear.
5. How to write a composition about clouds There is an ever-changing magician in the sky. It's a cloud.
I like lying on the lawn and watching the clouds in the sky. It is a family called several puppies, which are chasing and playing; After a while, he turned into several rabbits and was playing. Suddenly, a tiger came at them. Then it became a snake, and when the wind blew, it became several earthworms.
The sun rises in the morning and emits thousands of rays. She helped Yun dress in golden clothes and dyed her golden hair to make it look beautiful at the party.
At noon, Yun changed into a white skirt and went out for a walk. In the afternoon, it was raining heavily.
At this time, the cloud is like a soldier, going to the battlefield, fighting and defending the castle. In the evening, the rain stopped.
The sun is coming off work soon, but he hasn't forgotten the clouds. It is afraid that the cloud will catch cold, so it puts a crimson coat on the cloud.
At night, the cloud covered with a black quilt and entered a sweet dream. I lay on the grass and looked at the white clouds.
Watching, I fell asleep. I dreamed that I had a pair of wings and flew into the sky.
I reached out to catch the clouds. But the cloud is more flexible. It escaped.
Gradually, we played hide and seek. I fly and fly, and I'm about to be caught. Cloud turned to Brother Feng for help, and it blew the cloud away without a trace.
"* *, go home for dinner", mother shouted. I was awakened, so I was dreaming! If one day I really have wings, I must touch the clouds.
Yun is really a magical magician.
6. How to write a composition about clouds in a sunny morning? Looking up at the blue sky, you will always see a cloud hanging in the sky.
Early in the morning, when I opened the window, a fragrant smell came to my nose, which was really refreshing. The east is still a fish-belly grey, and the sun hasn't come out yet.
After a while, the sun was shining, and Grandpa Sun woke up from a deep sleep and smiled under the blue sky. The sky is blue, without a cloud.
Grandpa Sun waved to the distance, and Sister Baiyun came to join in the fun. Look at the sky, it seems that someone is hanging white satin in the sky.
You see, there is a white cloud like a "happy princess" standing next to Grandpa Sun, as if chatting with Grandpa Sun; There is a kitten next to it. It is running. Catching mice or running in the morning? Look over there again. Huge clouds come one after another, just like the sea: white waves beat against the coast, giving people a comfortable feeling. Look, there is a fish swimming freely in the water. The white clouds in the sky are ever changing. In order to make the sky more beautiful, I will spend my whole life decorating the blue sky.
When the heavy rain came, the dark clouds on the horizon swallowed the white clouds, but after the clouds disappeared, Sister Baiyun returned to the sky and showed a knowing smile.
7. How to write 400 words for the composition of clouds looking up at the sky? Beautiful clouds flying in the air will make my mood as relaxed as clouds.
Clouds in the sky are varied and varied; If you are not careful, it will become another cloud that you can't find. It moves slowly, sometimes like a dragon, sometimes like a crocodile with a big mouth, sometimes like a luxury car you have never seen before ... look! The nearest cloud seems to be a beautiful angel. She looked at me as if inviting me to be a guest. Look again, the clouds on the distant horizon have different shapes and unusual characteristics. The color of the clouds on the horizon is very light, just like all the clouds are gathered there and paved. There is a cloud that looks like a white palace. There are many small islands around the palace. It seems to have laid a carpet for me, and it seems to want me to pass.
The sunset clouds are beautiful, which are different from those in the daytime. But people expect it to appear at night.
Because there is a folk proverb, "burn yin early, and burn sunny later." It means there is a flaming cloud in the morning, which means it is cloudy. If there is a fiery red cloud at night, it means it will be sunny tomorrow, so people expect it to appear at night.
I carefully observed the shape of the burning cloud. It's orange. This dark color almost renders half the sky. It's very nice. Look carefully again, its color changed from light yellow to orange, blending with the color of the sky, just like watercolor painting in art.
When it was dark that day, the sky was completely dark, and there was no cloud in sight, only countless little stars were flashing. The bright moon is in the sky, illuminating the way for pedestrians.
Clouds, beautiful clouds and white clouds float from one side of the sky to the other with thousands of gestures. Not long ago, a scholar told me: "If someone looks up at the sky with rapt attention, that person must be very lonely. Only when he looks up at the clouds in the sky will all his troubles disappear without a trace. "
I firmly believe this sentence, whenever I am lonely, I will look up at the sky. Really, as the scholar said, all my troubles have disappeared. Looking up at the sky, the clouds are moving, which will make my mood flutter with the clouds ... I can buy some selected compositions myself, and there will be.
8. How to write the composition "There is a white cloud in the sky" Since there is a lamb in the flock, the shepherd is no longer lonely. That gentle little life came into this world last Thursday. The shepherd didn't pay attention to the lamb at first, but when he looked at her for the second time, his heart was shocked-pure, beautiful and transparent ... all these adjectives flooded into his mind through the shape of the lamb. The appearance of lamb has brought vitality to the shepherd's life, and it is the shepherd's exhausted body and mind that rekindles the fire of youth. The shepherd was surprised that the inheritance of several hundred thousand yuan in the past did not bring him happiness. A little lamb made him strongly feel the beauty of life. It can be seen that people who pursue money all their lives are really doing something stupid that runs counter to the pursuit of a better life. The shepherd got up earlier than before and took his flock to look for fertile and watery grassland. He is willing to provide the first good meal for the flock. He likes watching the grass provide energy for every cell in the sheep's body. He thinks this is a real enjoyment. People who can promote the metabolism of life beyond their own lives through their own labor are the happiest people in the world. After having a lamb, the shepherd realized this feeling more deeply. The lamb likes the shepherd, too. She knows his value. She understood why he had to rack his brains to find the best grass for the sheep. She was grateful and excited. Through him, she understood the meaning of life. One day, the lamb asked the shepherd, "Why do you like me?" "Because you are like a sheep." "Aren't all sheep like sheep?" "Some sheep are like wolves." After a while, the shepherd asked the lamb, "Why do you like me?" "Because you are human." "Aren't people all human?" "Some people are like wolves." ... incarnate on this planet in a certain life form, which is the sorrow of life, but the content is not like that life form. Only the content of life is consistent with the form of life, is a wonderful life. The meeting of two such lives is a gift from God. It's a pity that God is stingy in this respect. Shepherd and lamb understand this, so they are more infatuated with each other. Cherish god's care for them more. Sheep finally can't stand the shepherd's preference for lambs. Jealousy spread like a virus among sheep and finally formed a storm. On this planet, tropical storms and typhoons are not the most terrible. The most terrible storm is jealousy. No one scored the jealousy storm, but this time the jealousy storm blown by sheep to lambs should be above 12. At noon that day, the shepherd who was taking a nap on the grass woke up. I found that there were no lambs in the flock. Actually, no. The shepherd asked the sheep. The sheep told him that the lamb had gone with a wolf. The shepherd doesn't believe it. But there is no sign of lamb for dozens of miles in Fiona Fang, Fiona Fang. The shepherd can't associate the lamb with the wolf in any case. The sheep told the shepherd that the wolf had taken the lamb in sheep's clothing. Loneliness is back. The shepherd began to experience the boredom and pain of life again. Happiness makes life short. Pain makes people live longer. This brevity makes life eternal. This long time makes life fleeting. The shepherd's world is fragmented, and he feels lost all day. The grass is no longer green, the water is no longer clear, the sun is not warm and the moonlight is unknown. All because of the arrival and departure of a lamb. Emotion is the devil, who can turn the same environment into heaven for a while. It will soon become hell. Shepherds are struggling in hell. Another Thursday afternoon, the shepherd lay on the grass and stared at the sky in a daze. A cloud floated from the horizon. When they passed the shepherd's head, a cloud left their partner and stayed above the shepherd's head. The shepherd didn't pay attention to the clouds, but when he looked at her for the second time, his blood suddenly boiled. This is obviously his lamb: white and watery. "yes." "Why?" "Without you, the world is a hell for me." "Oh." "Am I still like a sheep?" "Like a cloud." "Do you like me now?" "I like this kind of life, just like my own life style. Some clouds are not like clouds. " "Is there a cloud that doesn't look like a cloud?" "Some clouds are like wolves." ... a white cloud stands still under the clear sky in Wan Li. On the endless grassland, a shepherd sat with his head held high. Shepherds talk to clouds. The world became a paradise. The storm of jealousy is powerless. The storm of jealousy can't reach the sky, but it can only rage on the ground. From then on, the shepherd dated the cloud under the blue sky every day, and the cloud was his lamb. There is such a thing in the sky.