As the saying goes, a year's plan lies in spring, and a day's plan lies in morning. Spring is like a beautiful girl. As long as she leaves, everything will revive, flowers will bloom, birds will sing and flowers will be fragrant, and everything will be full of vitality. In spring, she is not as hot as summer; Not as dead as autumn, there are dead branches and leaves everywhere; Not as cold as winter. The girl in spring is gentle, and the breeze blows like a small hand, which makes people feel a little cold. The scenery in spring is the most beautiful. The mountain in spring is emerald green, which looks like a huge emerald from a distance. The small trees that live on the mountain are flourishing. Walking into the dense jungle, you can also smell a fresh smell of earth, which makes people feel the breath of nature. The rain in spring is more beautiful. It falls on the grass, in the Woods and among the flowers. Infiltrate the soil gradually. "Sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently."
Let them take root and sprout, and add vitality to spring. After the rain, the sun came out and the air was fresher. There is a dazzling scenery on the grass, trees and the earth, which is really beautiful. Look, light green grass, green leaves ... so attractive green, I think only a painter can describe it. Perhaps because it was so beautiful, perhaps intoxicated, the swallows in the tree couldn't help singing a beautiful song "Whispering". At this time, the river also joined the music of "Wow, Wow ……" and hummed it, forming a beautiful and harmonious song. The breeze blows, and the grass gently shakes its small body as if dancing with them. Uncle also accompanied them with the sound of "rustling, rustling ...". Ah! You are the most touching in spring! You decorate the world with colorful green, and you give your green to everything in the world. You are the source of life and the beginning of hope.
"Where is spring? Where is spring? Spring is in the eyes of children, there are red flowers here and green grass here ... "
2. The Story of Spring imitates the story of Spring in a hurry. The cold winter has passed, and spring has come. Spring is the season when everything recovers.
Spring is a season full of vigor and vitality. Spring puts green clothes on the distant mountains and brings hope to people.
I am listening to the story of spring, and the plan of the year lies in spring. On the morning of spring, the old farmers in the village got up early and were busy with spring ploughing, digging and sowing because they missed the picture of spring.
Inadvertently saw the grass covered with yellow clothes and spitting crystal dew. Push away the dead grass leaves and take a closer look. It turns out that the new green has been spit out.
It tells people that it will become stronger after the baptism of winter. This is another story of spring. The dense fog in the early morning surrounded the mysterious mountain village.
From a distance, there are mountains in the fog, and there is fog in the mountains, forming a new picture of people in the fog in the depths of the mountains. As the sun rises in Ran Ran, the dense fog slowly recedes. Rhododendrons are in full bloom on the mountain. Rhododendrons are red, and primroses show yellow and white petals.
Only then can I understand that the once ignorant teenager, the passing of youth, is like the annual winter, slowly melting. Once countless troubles, like the fog that receded in the spring morning, vanished.
Spring embraces the earth, awakens all sleeping things and awakens the world. The industrious villagers wrote chapter after chapter.
The countryside is changing with each passing day, and new houses are springing up. Green crops are planted in the fields in the village.
In the city, the air is particularly comfortable because of the fresh fragrance in spring. People's mood has also become more comfortable.
Spring is dotted with blueprints and brings many touching stories. The most wonderful and unforgettable story is to enjoy the beautiful scenery of spring with your family and sow the seeds of hope in spring.
3. When "The Story of Spring" (parody in a hurry) is playing, life passes with eyes closed; When reading, life goes through distress, when lamenting, through the sound of sighing.
Follow-up: What about other sentences? Answer: 1. The sun went down, but it rose again. The meteor flashed by, and when it came back, the snow melted again. But, smart you tell me, why is our childhood gone forever? Counting silently, more than two thousand days slipped away from me quietly, like crystal dew on the grass. My childhood is as pure, beautiful and short as dew. 3. So-when fighting, the days slip away from the noise of fighting; When you cry, the days flash from the flashing tears; When you are bored, the days slip away from the boring mood.
4. What can I do in the days of flying, in the world of millions of families? The past days, like light smoke, were dispersed by the breeze and melted by the first day, like morning dew on the grass tip. My childhood is gone forever.
4. Write a composition with The Story of Spring in 600 words. The garden in early spring is beautiful. Yellow seedlings, crystal dew and spring breeze are like a poem with Kubinashi rhyme and a song with Kubinashi music. When Chun Yan and I are whispering, I always like to sit in the garden with a book and listen to the sound of spring quietly. One night, I was still sitting on my favorite bench, because there were clusters of lush greetings beside the bench. Buds are dotted on the branches, just like beautiful notes inlaid on the staff, composing a spring movement. "Ball, banana pear, Malanhua 2 1, 28256, 28257.
A string of silvery children's voices blended into this movement. It turned out that a group of little girls were jumping rubber bands under the poplar trees not far away. So, in that spring, we met in the garden almost every day. However, I obviously feel that there are also a pair of eyes paying attention to this group of happy elves-a pair of unique eyes. One day, I found these eyes hidden behind the spring flowers: beauty. The fundus is full of darkness and chaos. This is a little girl in a gray dress. She hid behind flowers during the Spring Festival, "watching" other friends jump rubber bands. Although she has an almost flawless face, her vacant eyes always stay in one direction-the direction from which the string of silvery laughter came.
"The next day, the situation is still the same. On the third day, it was the same.
The note-like Spring Festival has quietly permeated all the staff. The spring breeze exploded. With a wave of his hand, the staff gave a cheerful laugh: "Haha.
Three eight three five six, three eight three five seven.
"Finally, one day, the elf who jumped the rubber band also found these eyes." Who are you? ""What's your name? " "Can you jump rubber bands, too?" There was a silence after a series of questions. The girls seem to notice her students. A little girl held out her hand and waved it in front of her. Suddenly, everyone understood everything. He seemed to feel the change of everyone and buried his head deeply in the gray collar. An older girl took her hand and said, "Come and play with us!" " "I ...
I can't jump. ""Never mind, we'll teach you. " "yes! We will teach you. " "hey! You haven't said your name yet! "。
From that day on, a little girl in a green dress can often be seen in the garden, surrounded by many friends, skipping and singing: "Ball, banana pear, Malan flowers bloom for twenty-one."
"Lush clusters of winter jasmine also swayed symphonies to accompany her."
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"A winter jasmine hesitated, slipped down from the branch and swirled, as if telling the story of this spring. . .
5. Write a composition about the story of spring. The lovely spring girl came to the world with light steps, and then the vibrant scene came in all directions, as if the whole world had just woken up from a deep sleep. Swallows dragged their scissors-like tails back to their hometown in the north. They chirped as if to say, "Spring is coming, spring is coming!" " Yes, spring is really here! I look for spring with curiosity. Ah, I see spring. The mountains in the distance are rolling and turning pale green. Grass is creeping out of the ground on the nearby hillside. They are tender and green. Fat little leaves are like fat dolls just waking up. This piece and that cluster dot the steep hillside. The trees on the hillside are quietly pulling out new branches and growing like grass. Like a thread hanging from a tree. Small bright yellow leaves are like petals tied in a line. Poplar has blossomed, and these flowers are clusters of purplish red. They are covered with soft hair, like caterpillars. It's really interesting. Peach blossoms are in full bloom, apricot flowers are hanging on the branches, pear flowers are competing to open ... all kinds of wild flowers are awake and stretched out. Red, yellow, blue, white, purple ... are really colorful. Although these flowers are not expensive, they decorate this grassland of youth with their own beauty and selflessly dedicate everything to the earth. Swarms of bees are busy collecting honey with their yellow wings. Colorful butterflies also dance in pairs. In the field, the wheat seedlings turn green, as if they were endless green waves. Golden wild vegetable flowers sparkle in the green waves. I don't know when the spring rain began, and I couldn't hear the falling sound, like a moist smoke, which gently moistened the earth. After the spring rain, the sun came out and it was sunny. The whole world.
6. Write a 600-word composition on the topic of "The Story of Spring".
The garden in early spring is beautiful. Yellow seedlings, crystal dew and spring breeze are like a poem with Kubinashi rhyme and a song without music. I always like to take a book with me and sit quietly in the garden, listening to the sound of spring when Chun Yan is whispering.
One night, I was still sitting on my favorite bench, because there were clusters of lush greetings beside the bench. Buds are dotted on the branches, just like beautiful notes inlaid on the staff, composing a spring movement.
"Ball, banana pear, Malanhua 2 1, 28256, 28257. A string of silvery children's voices blended into this movement. It turned out that a group of little girls were jumping rubber bands under the poplar trees not far away. So, that spring, we met in the garden almost every day. However, I obviously feel that there are still a pair of eyes paying attention to this group of happy elves-a pair of unique eyes.
One day, I found these eyes hidden behind the spring flowers: beautiful without a trace of aura, and the fundus is full of darkness and chaos. This is a little girl in a gray dress. She is hiding behind the spring flowers and "watching" other friends jump rubber bands. Although she has an almost flawless face, her vacant eyes always stay in one direction-the direction from which the string of silvery laughter came. "28293 1 1 。"
The next day, it was the same.
On the third day, it was the same.
The note-like Spring Festival has quietly permeated all the staff. The spring breeze exploded. The staff swayed gently and shook out a burst of cheerful laughter: "Haha. . Three eight three five six, three eight three five seven. . "
Finally, one day, the elf who jumped on the rubber band also found these eyes.
"Who are you?"
"What's your name?"
"Can you jump the rubber band, too?"
There was a silence after a series of questions. The girls seem to notice her students. A little girl reached out and waved in front of her. Suddenly, everyone understood everything. He seemed to feel the change of everyone and buried his head deeply in the gray collar. An older girl took her hand and said, "Come and play with us!" "
"I ... I can't jump. "
"Never mind, we'll teach you."
"yes! We will teach you. "
"ah! You haven't said your name yet! "
From that day on, a little girl in a green dress can often be seen in the garden, surrounded by many friends, skipping and singing: "Ball, banana pear, Malan flowers bloom for twenty-one." . ""lush clusters of winter jasmine also accompanied her with a symphony. . 28256, 28257.。” A winter jasmine hesitated, slipped down from the branch and swirled as if telling the story of this spring.
7. Writing "One thing in spring" has experienced many things, both happy and lost. Due to many things, some things have been forgotten. What has not been forgotten is the story of spring.
Spring is the best season of the year. Isn't there a saying that the season of the year lies in spring? In spring, willows sprout; Flowers are blooming; The grass gradually straightened up and the water in the river gradually melted. Everything is green.
In spring, everything changed. Some people give their seats to the old people on the bus. When crossing the road, some people help the old and the blind to cross the road. Even the flowers and plants in the park are appreciated. Something happened to me this spring, which deeply touched me. This makes me feel that spring is not only full of vitality, but also more human.
On the day after school, I am ready to go home happily. I saw a blind man wearing a Ma Lukou on my way home. He seems to want to cross the road, too. At that time, it was still raining heavily, so I helped him cross the road. Later, I wanted to take him home. It's raining hard. He didn't bring an umbrella. So he and I used an umbrella to send him home. I was about to walk to his house when I saw a manhole cover open in front. So I helped him by the well, and when I walked over, he asked me why I was spared. I told him. Right after I finished speaking. He immediately turned and walked to the well.
When he reached the well, he touched the manhole cover with his hand. I also went there. I should help him. But he didn't agree. Said he was afraid of getting my hands dirty. He touched the manhole cover himself. Remove the heavy manhole cover by hand. How can I not help him when I see this situation, just because I am afraid of getting my hands dirty? So I moved the heavy manhole cover with him. At this time, it rained even harder.
When the manhole cover was repaired, we walked to his house together. He gave me a handkerchief to wash my hands. On the way back, he also said that if it were night, wouldn't it be bad luck for some people not to know that it was so bad?
I was moved by his spirit. As a blind person, I can always think of others.
This is the story of that spring. This spring is not only beautiful, but also better for people.
8. The Story of Spring imitates the Story of Spring in the essay of Hurry.
The cold winter has passed and spring has come. Spring is the season when everything revives. Spring is a season full of vigor and vitality. Spring puts green clothes on the distant mountains and brings hope to people.
I am listening to the story of spring, and the plan of the year lies in spring. On the morning of spring, the old farmers in the village got up early and were busy with spring ploughing, digging and sowing because they missed the picture of spring. Inadvertently saw the grass covered with yellow clothes and spitting crystal dew. Push away the dead grass leaves and take a closer look. It turns out that the new green has been spit out. It tells people that it will become stronger after the baptism of winter.
This is another story of spring. The dense fog in the early morning surrounded the mysterious mountain village. From a distance, there are mountains in the fog, and there is fog in the mountains, forming a new picture of people in the fog in the depths of the mountains. As the sun rises in Ran Ran, the dense fog slowly recedes. Rhododendrons are in full bloom on the mountain. Rhododendrons are red, and primroses show yellow and white petals. Only then can I understand that the once ignorant teenager, the passing of youth, is like the annual winter, slowly melting. Once countless troubles, like the fog that receded in the spring morning, vanished.
Spring embraces the earth, awakens all sleeping things and awakens the world. The industrious villagers wrote chapter after chapter. The countryside is changing with each passing day, and new houses are springing up. Green crops are planted in the fields in the village. In the city, the air is particularly comfortable because of the fresh fragrance in spring. People's mood has also become more comfortable.
Spring is dotted with blueprints and brings many touching stories. The most wonderful and unforgettable story is to enjoy the beautiful scenery of spring with your family and sow the seeds of hope in spring.
9. It is wrong to write about spring in a composition that imitates spring. It is wrong to write the article "Spring Tree" by imitating spring. Look forward to it, the spring rain is coming, and the footsteps of spring are approaching. Everything seems to be boiling, shouting and smiling. The water is getting hotter, the air is sweet, and butterflies are scrambling to dance. Willow quietly put on new clothes. A large area will do. Lean, lie down, stick two branches into the soil, walk around and take some photos. The wind is warm and the wicker is soft. Begonia, Sophora japonica, wisteria, whether you let me or I won't let you, are competing to bloom. Pink is like rouge, white is like snowflake, and purple is like a gem. The air is filled with faint or rich fragrance, almost like it. In this season, a hundred flowers blossom, in this spring. Birds are everywhere: nesting among branches, singing among leaves, flying in the blue sky, black, gray and colorful, as lively and full of enthusiasm as going to a spring party.
10. Writing the Story of Spring In a blink of an eye, winter has been with us for a season, and she left with a tired body. While we are still immersed in the rhythm of winter, spring is also accelerating. She wore a gauze skirt and a brush in her hand, and walked lightly, as if afraid that we were in a hurry. Maybe it's because the paint is too bright. The withered grass can't wait to break through the "hard" land and stick out its little head; Winter jasmine, cherry blossoms and peach blossoms are in bud and competing to open. Spring is a good scene for everything to revive. At this time, the sky, which was originally endless and blue as the sea, also had colorful decorations-kites, and all kinds of kites were dazzling. Kites of various colors are floating in the sky, sometimes hovering and dancing, sometimes floating in the wind, and sometimes. After watching those kites for a long time, I can't help feeling deeply-it's not necessarily true that those kites fly freely, because they always have a thread tightly wrapped and dragged. But as the height increases, they will see more and more beautiful scenery and want to be free more and more. Some kites have their own wishes and simply cut the thread. But what they never expected was that once they got rid of that line, they would be so helpless. Just like a frightened child, he will eventually fall to a different place and be seriously injured. Some kites always make up their minds and become puppets. He hates his cowardice and is always unhappy. Both kites failed, and both were depressed-aren't we the same? The original gorgeous kite ended in tragedy, and I wanted to cry without tears, but I was helpless. This beautiful spring, like flowers, should contain such a story.