In study, work and even life, everyone is often exposed to composition. With the help of composition, we can improve our language organization ability. What kind of compositions have you seen? The following is a composition I compiled for you. The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it is only near dusk. It is for reference only. You are welcome to read it. The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it is almost dusk. Composition 1
The golden leaves left the treetops, flew like butterflies in the air, and finally fell to the ground quietly in a gentle arc. Pieces of golden color made the most beautiful embellishment for the lonely streets. Gradually, the charm of autumn became stronger. Autumn is here again.
"I miss my loved ones even more during the festive season." When the maple leaves are red, it's the Double Ninth Festival again. I set foot on the road to my hometown. The muddy path of the past. It is still very friendly now, and the scenery on the roadside remains the same. It just feels like it adds to the sadness. Because when you see things, you miss people, but things are different and people are different. Yes, the Double Ninth Festival inevitably brings back memories of past people, past events, and everything in the past. It was even more disturbing. Inadvertently, I thought of my late, dear grandfather again. My grandfather’s laughter and laughter from the past reappeared in my mind, making my longing for him even stronger in the autumn wind.
It was a Double Ninth Festival a few years ago. Grandpa was still with us at that time. He is a very lively and cute "old kid" because he has an evergreen heart and a broad mind. His smile. He is so cheerful, clear and kind, and everything about him infects the people around him.
Birth, old age, illness and death - this irreversible natural law will eventually make grandpa a thing of the past, leaving us with only memories like maple leaves, falling slowly and weighing heavily on our hearts. That hearty smile has been frozen ever since. At that moment, I seemed to have grown up and understood the joys and sorrows of the world, what family love is, and that we should cherish all of this while we are alive.
Today on the Double Ninth Festival, I stand on the path of the past, blowing the autumn wind, mixed with longing, and messing up my thoughts. Throughout the ages, people like to mourn autumn. It’s Double Ninth Festival again, and I finally understand where this “sadness” comes from. "I know from afar that when my brothers climb to a high place, there is one less person planting dogwood trees everywhere." At this moment, I chewed the charm of this poem over and over again, and tasted the heavy longing contained in "One less person", including the helplessness of reality and the recollection of the past. In this blurry autumn color, I tried to find the precious scenes of yesterday. Unknowingly, the sun had slipped into the mountains, like a big yellow pomegranate.
"The sunset is infinitely good, but it is almost dusk", I thought silently in my heart, and walked on the way home. The sunset is infinitely good, but it is almost dusk. Composition 2
The only thing that cannot be changed is the passing of spring and the coming of autumn. Yes, there is only the change of seasons throughout the year.
I don’t want to grow up, I just want to be my old self. When it comes to big things, I always think that with the support of my parents, the world is just that big and the sea is just that wide. There are no worries or worries, and there is more freedom and ease.
After several twists and turns, one wave has not subsided and another wave has arisen. Innocent children always love to regard their parents as omnipotent gods, but they never realize that their parents' shiny black hair was instantly dyed silver, their piercing eyes lost their due sharpness, and their wrinkles were filled with triumph. The land occupies the entire field.
Being sensible allows us to understand many things that we should not understand. This lingering haze covered the blue sky and blocked the white clouds, making us breathless and exhausted.
Try to smile and warn yourself that the so-called beauty of others in front of you is just a passing cloud. No matter what, you must put your own mission first. Only by tuning the strings of your mentality can you perform the most beautiful symphony in life.
Lean against the door and enjoy the sunset in the west. The setting sun, which exudes a faint red light, coats the surrounding scenery with golden brilliance, rendering the nearby clouds pink, like pieces of torn marshmallows, embedded in the sky as if they are within reach.
The sky seemed unwilling to wait any longer and quickly swallowed up the beautiful body of the setting sun. The faint light told us of its unwillingness to leave.
Like a fleeting meteor, after its dazzling moment, the heavy night is ushered in.
The sunset is infinitely better, but it’s almost dusk. The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it is almost dusk. Composition 3
Spring leaves quietly, and the footsteps of summer come gently. In a blink of an eye, it's time for the sunset to set again. At a glance, the sun that was still shining brightly during the day has become very well-behaved, showing a red face. She seems to be a shy girl who is charming and can charm thousands of people with every detail.
The sentence "The sunset is infinitely beautiful" can't help but blurt out, but the next sentence "It's just near dusk" has been delayed. Could this heart-pounding, perfect sunset be so sad? I was immersed in the beauty of the sunset and had no intention of exploring these profound words.
Look again, the sunset is sinking little by little, but it still looks beautiful. But in just a blink of an eye, the sunset left shyly, leaving only a few beautiful fantasies and memories in my mind. I felt like I was missing something, but I couldn't tell what it felt like.
At this time, the bell of my soul rang in my ears, awakening me who was obsessed with the beauty of the sunset. I woke up like a dream and suddenly realized.
"It's just dusk!" I blurted out. When I was immersed in the beauty of the sunset, it left quietly, only to be greeted by endless darkness; when I woke up from my crazy fantasy, my life was over. As the sunset left, I miraculously tasted the "bitterness" in the second half of the sentence. It’s really profound and mysterious!
I can't help but marvel at the uncanny craftsmanship of nature, and also admire the author's brilliance in writing. The sunset is such a magnificent and spectacular picture, and the philosophy it contains is unfathomable. It seems bitter but not bitter, seems sweet but not sweet...
"Alas!" Looking at the remaining red light of the sunset, I sighed helplessly. The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it’s almost dusk. Composition 4
The sunset is so beautiful. At this time, I seem to be listening to classical music, drinking coffee, and chewing steak. The sunset makes me intoxicated.
It turns out that the sunset is so beautiful and the scenery next to it is so harmonious. Facing all of this, I seem to be separated from the hustle and bustle of the city and think of the simple life of the country people. But I yearn for country life so much. The sunset is so beautiful, it can bring people into dreamland, and it seems to be playing a faint flute. Anyway, the sunset always brings tranquility and no noise, which can always attract people.
The setting sun reminds me of the hardship of people’s lives in poverty-stricken areas. My heart always flutters, as if I smell a smell, but I can't tell what it is. But think about it carefully, this sunset is full of infinite beauty and pursuit of the future. The sunset is red, and it can also be a metaphor for a person's soul. The setting sun seems to represent a person's broad heart, burning with heat. The sunset also represents many things, but the things it represents are symbols of beauty.
"The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it's almost dusk." I looked at the beautiful sunset again and fell into endless contemplation... The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it is almost dusk. Composition 5
The sunset is such a beautiful name. This beautiful name is matched with beauty. scenery.
The sunset is soft. The moment it was about to set, it put away its dazzling light, leaving only a golden halo around itself. The colorful clouds next to it are like a beautiful and charming ribbon scattered by a fairy. The ribbon is yellow, and from time to time golden clouds float in, dyeing the ribbon into a golden ribbon.
The sunset is naughty and cute. Sometimes it turns yellow, sometimes it turns orange, sometimes it turns light red, sometimes it turns red. It picked up the paintbrush again and dyed the horizon with various colors mischievously. After a while, I took out the yellow pen and painted around in the sky; after a while, I took out the orange colored pen and painted around in the sky. But the painting was also very beautiful, and we all praised it again and again.
Sunset loves to drink wine. Look, it drank too much wine today, one cup here and there, one cup here and there, and its face turned red, like a raging fire. When going down the mountain, it staggered and accidentally stepped on a colorful cloud, which splashed up colorful clouds. Look, there are red ones, orange ones, and purple ones; they have many shapes, the red ones are like a bouquet of bright roses, the purple ones are like grape-flavored marshmallows, and the cyan ones, so Like the blue waves on the river rippling! They change so naturally, so quickly, so beautifully.
The sunset loves us. Now it is about to set. It sets so slowly, as if it doesn't want to leave us. In the end, only a small half of it was left, and it said to us with a smile: "Goodbye, children." Then it got into the sky. But I was still standing there blankly, the red clouds on the horizon dyed the sky red, and also dyed me red.
Ah, the sunset is so beautiful, it changes so much in one afternoon. No wonder there is such a sentence in Li Shangyin's "Deng Le You Yuan": "The sunset is infinitely good, but it is always near dusk." The sunset is infinitely good, but it is almost dusk. Composition 6
In my hometown - Xichang, There is a place that leaves me with deep feelings, and that is Qionghai. Because, I saw a beautiful sunset on Qionghai Lake, and I couldn't help but sigh: "The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it's almost dusk."
At about six o'clock that night, the sea breeze The breeze blows on my face, which is a little chilly. As I walked and looked, I saw a small willow tree near the seaside, bent down, facing the sparkling sea, not knowing what it was doing. I also lowered my head to look at Miss Liu’s fluttering hair, which was being groomed by the afternoon sea breeze. But somehow, I clearly saw that underneath her seemingly calm appearance, there was a hint of sadness. Because while I was watching intently, I found that its juice was blown by the sea breeze and dripped on the sea surface, creating layers of ripples. I thought that she was indeed very sad and even shed tears.
In order not to disturb her, I walked away silently and walked to a small beach. The sand was slightly hot after a day of sunshine. I sat down and felt warm. At this time, there were layers of "white goose waves" on the sea. At this moment, a snow-white seagull flew over and galloped towards the shore together with a white goose. Gradually, they flew closer and closer, and I seemed to feel that their breathing was synchronized.
Ah, just as I stared blankly at the ups and downs of the seagulls and the white geese, I suddenly realized: they seem to be a couple who are obsessed with each other! At this time, the "white goose" suddenly hit the shore and turned into many crystal water droplets. One of the droplets splashed on my face, cool and "quickly" got into my arms. My heart trembled, and I just thought: Are a pair of miserable mandarin ducks just like this? I couldn't help but look up and saw the sad seagulls flying around and around the shore, still chirping, as if they wanted to fly with the white goose that had "broken the blue bridge". Fly...
I quickly looked towards the place where they were flying. A sunset that was redder than the sun at noon, but younger and more fiery than the sun in the morning. The sunset that seemed more mature and calm was slowly rising. Landing, landing... Looking at him, I couldn't help but think of our head teacher. She is an old teacher who is over fifty years old. Now that we are about to graduate, isn't she just like this beautiful sunset, setting and we can't see her? Therefore, I felt that my eyes were a little wet, but I didn't bother to wipe them. I just looked at the sunset greedily, and there was a hint of sadness in my heart. Suddenly, I understood why Miss Liu, who had just grown her long hair, shed tears, and why the sad seagull flew westward with the soul of the white goose. It turns out that they, like me, must be feeling infinitely sad at this time. This reminds me of the popular poem: "The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it's almost dusk."
Yes, we are about to leave the sunset that has illuminated us for six years, but she shines in our hearts The sunshine below is still so bright that I will not lose my way forward. By the way, I looked back and thought, the sunset means the end of the day, and when the next day comes, the morning sun will rise again. Although I can't bear to leave the sunset, I hope that my beloved teacher Deng can turn into the morning sun and continue to shine on other children... The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it's almost dusk. Composition 7
Some people say that teachers are like a A sweet spring flows into the hearts of students and nourishes their hearts; some people say that teachers are like a ray of sunshine, spreading all over the students' bodies and illuminating their paths. I have had many mentors on my path, but I like the teacher Li who teaches me the most.
Teacher Li’s eyes are thought-provoking. When I lost my confidence, Teacher Li's hopeful eyes made me regain my confidence; when I was proud, Teacher Li's disappointed eyes made me humble; when I got good grades, Teacher Li's bright and bright eyes made me humble. God's eyes glowed like gems, as if saying to me: "Well done! Don't be proud, keep working hard!"
Teacher Li's class is different. She always makes her classmates learn new knowledge without knowing it, and the effect is better than other teachers. During class, there are times when the students are serious and there are times when they are passionate. That's it, the students have a suitable classroom atmosphere that is neither tense nor active.
Teacher Li’s every move and every move is deeply admired by his classmates. Teacher Li often said: If you want others to respect you, you must first respect others. "Just because Teacher Li respects others, everyone respects her.
I like Teacher Li, her talent, her moral character, and even more her temperament of treating her classmates as friends.
I remember one time, several classmates and I went to visit Teacher Li. Teacher Li was no longer as serious as in class. She talked and laughed with us, and everyone was very happy. Happy laughter echoed around us. The teacher also showed a sweet smile.
Look, Teacher Li is such a good teacher who loves his students deeply. But the sunset is not long. , I am about to leave my alma mater, the classmates I have spent time with, and the amiable Teacher Li. But Teacher Li’s sincere words and true truth will always be remembered in my heart. It has become the most brilliant and beautiful memory in my life. The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it is almost dusk. 8
There are many articles praising the sun and describing the sunrise and sunset. A few days ago, there was an accident. Let me enjoy the beauty of the sunset.
Sitting in front of the country house, looking up at the sky, maybe because the sun is setting in the west, the sun no longer feels like it to me. It was as unreachable as before, as if you could touch it with just a hand. The blue sky gradually turned white and turned into a light gray. A few floating white clouds added a bit of peace to the silent world. The outline of the mountain is faintly visible. Nearby, the setting sun shines on the flowing stream, reflecting the silver light.
The sun continues to set, and it looks taller than the old banyan tree in my house. It's a little shorter, and it shines right on my face through the gaps between the branches and leaves. However, the color of the sun is a bit monotonous, not like the brilliant and colorful look in my memory of the light gray sky. , all the colors, the red of the flowers, and the green of the trees are no longer bright. The colorful colors are gone, and the whole world seems more peaceful and quiet. The surface of the earth gradually cools down, and there is a pleasant wind, and the birds chirp. Nest, all this seems to be bidding farewell to the departing sun.
Gradually, the sun sank into the western mountains, but it still left a translucent red light band around it, lighting up half of the sky. You can imagine the unique style of the sun behind the mountains. The sky is much more beautiful and lovely at this time. The dark gray sky is edged with that red strip of light, which is a gift from the sun to the earth. Above the light strip is the sky whitened by the sun, and above that is the dark blue night. There are still faint wisps of purple light at the intersection of gray and red. This is a colorful world, more magnificent than the scene just now. This light adds a lot of color to the dark gray sky, leaves brilliance on the earth, and leaves people with nostalgia for the sun and expectations for tomorrow.
At this time, I can't help but think of a poem: "The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it's almost dusk." The red light strip is gradually fading, and only the foot of the mountain where the sun disappears is still glowing with a blush that lingers. The sun has receded and brought darkness to the earth. I believe that the night view of thousands of lights will replace the sacred sunset beauty and become another human scene where people are harmonious and happy. The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it is almost dusk. Composition 9
It seems as if my grandparents have become so old as soon as I was born.
In my memory, my grandma was always in a wheelchair. Time has dyed her hair white, ruined her face, and even fate is playing tricks on people. After her grandma had a son in old age, a sudden car accident took her pair of flexible legs away. Grandma often said: "In those years, life was really poor. I don't know how many people had no food to eat, but, oh." She suddenly smiled with relief: "Thankfully, I married a good man. Your grandfather was the most miserable in the family. Never left me behind..." Every time my grandma said this, tears would fill her eyes. I followed her example and wiped away my tears.
But grandma never said this to grandpa. When grandpa mentioned it, she said that it was all right. I have never seen them be very affectionate, and it seems that a day without bickering would be incomplete. My grandfather has dark skin and weighs less than me. He does all the heavy and light work in the house. Strangely, he never complains.
Grandpa usually likes to drink some wine. At this time, grandma seemed to have discovered some new world and scolded: "Look, I drank it again. Is it okay to drink like this..." At this time Grandpa just smiled twice, his yellow teeth shining brightly in the sun. I would interrupt and say: "Grandma, look, grandpa's teeth are all yellow!" They laughed together, and I laughed too, and they laughed even happier.
Pushing grandma for a walk every evening is a job that grandpa has never been able to stop, rain or shine for decades. Grandpa's pace is very slow, and sometimes he trembles a few times, but he never stops. In the light of the setting sun, the figures of my grandparents grew longer and longer until they turned into a black shadow...
The surroundings were dark, and a large piece of my pillow was wet. Oh, it was just A dream? No, it's true, but the location has changed from home to a better paradise, yes, that's it.
In a daze, I saw my grandpa pushing my grandma towards me with a smile. The sun, which had been tired for a day, released its last ray of light and sank to the bottom of the mountain. In this dark night where I couldn't see my fingers, I heard me murmuring a few words: "The sunset is infinitely good, but it's just near dusk." The sunset is infinitely good, but it's just near dusk. Composition 10
In "Looking for Dreams" In the three articles, "Endowed with Eternal Regret" and "Missing Mother", I can feel Grandpa Ji Xianlin's nostalgia, love and regret for his mother. Today I read another unique and charming article by Grandpa Ji Xianlin - "Twilight".
In Grandpa Ji Xianlin's eyes, dusk is mysterious, coming and going without a trace; in Grandpa Ji Xianlin's heart, dusk is a light dream of a spring night, which only takes a slight glance and is gone. In the article "Dusk", I read the beauty of the scenery, the beauty of dusk, and the feeling that people ignore dusk. Grandpa Ji Xianlin also wrote about his own feelings. I can also feel Grandpa Ji Xianlin's love for dusk. love and love for nature.
"However, outside the door, it doesn't care whether people care or not, lonely and indifferent, it arranges a magical and poetic fairy-tale world for them, hazy and dim. , Just like the shadow reflected in the mirror, it gives everything the color of silver-grey dreams. "From Grandpa Ji Xianlin's beautiful words, I think that dusk is especially beautiful in the evening! And it gives silently without asking for anything in return. It is left in a lonely corner by people, but it would rather be the shadow in the mirror, coloring everything for us to appreciate.
In life, we may ignore the beautiful dusk because of busyness or various reasons. So far, I have never really appreciated the sunset. In Ji Xianlin's words, I can only feel a little bit, but I can't fully understand it.
I hope that one day, I can get rid of my worries and enjoy the bride in the sunset! I lay on the soft grass, took in the dusk wind, admired it quietly, and watched it slowly disappear from the white smoke. At this time, I remembered a poem by the poet Li Shangyin: "The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it is only the end of dusk.
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