1. An 800-word composition imitating spring
In spring, everything revives and the ice and snow melt. The river is running again, singing cheerful songs while running! Look, it runs to the fields to let the wheat drink enough water; it flows to the woods to make the trees grow more lush; it runs to the grassland to make the grass grow greener. Small fish play freely in the crystal clear river. Under the sun, the water surface sparkles, and the pebbles in the water are like gems shining with dazzling light, extremely beautiful. The willow trees by the river sprouted tender green buds. Shake the little willow tree, and the "snowflakes" fall in succession, as if returning to the silver winter. The wind blew by, and the willow branches were like the thin hair of the spring girl, dancing gracefully in the wind. The dance was graceful and beautiful! The willow trees are reflected in the water, as if the trees grew out of the water.
In spring, in the fields, the farmer uncle sows new hope, hoping for a good harvest this year. On the grass, eagles on kites flew into the sky and soared in the wide sky. Kites flew into the sky one after another, some flew very high, and some could not fly.
Below, people are sitting on the green grass, some are telling jokes; some are playing poker; some are playing football...
In spring, the flowers in the garden are in full bloom. , there are red, yellow, blue, white... countless, really colorful. The color of the flowers attracts many bees and butterflies, making the flowers more beautiful.
If everyone does not litter, our spring garden will become more beautiful and beautiful.
2. A composition imitating "Spring"
When spring comes with her unique new green color like the sea, it is really intoxicating; The warmth, when it comes like a tide, can also make people soul-breaking.
Spring is definitely a canvas soaked in the color of life. Fresh green, tender green, bright green, emerald green, eyes full of green, gentle to our sight.
There are also a little bit of red, a little bit of yellow, a little bit of pink, and a little bit of purple flashing like stars, which also surprise our eyes. So, let’s start walking in spring.
When I step on her soft soil, I realize that the hotbed of life can be so plain. As long as the old man of the season arrives, all the sleeping seeds can be conceived here and give life a changing attitude.
Spring is definitely a picture full of the prosperity of life. Whether it is breaking out of the ground or in bud; whether it is slowly stretching or slowly flowing; whether it is silent or whispering, as long as the old man of the season opens the curtain of spring, They will use their own unique way to perform the magical vitality of nature here.
So, I started roaming in spring. Covered in soft spring light, let the slightly sweet wind pass by.
You will realize that the breath of spring actually contains the most touching tenderness. You will also feel that nature is a strange mother. She actually chose to give birth to all kinds of life at the end of winter when everything is bleak, allowing them to embrace each other and embrace each other in the most tender first ray of spring. Bring infinite vitality to the world.
Spring is also a gallery showing the magic of life. You see, every kind of life has its own specific form, and each specific form contains specific life information.
Whether they are tall or weak, they all have to go through the process of life and death, and there are also seasons of childishness and maturity. Whether it is eye-catching or unremarkable, they must follow that specific seasonal trajectory and complete a feat of life in their own specific living space.
Regardless of whether they are famous or not, whether they are born in a rich home or grow in barren sandy soil, all the things that sprout in spring use their own unique way to express their feelings. Use all your enthusiasm to compose an ode to life. This is spring. Because of the chorus of life that sprouted here, I really felt a magical beauty. The biting cold wind blew away the heat of summer, and autumn came quietly.
Everything was so peaceful. The past was still full of vitality, but overnight, the earth was engulfed by yellow waves, and everything was trapped in the broad embrace of autumn.
The rule of summer is over, and it is autumn that overthrows it. A few dry leaves fell into the soil silently, their mission was over.
Looking back on the years they have gone through, it is endless. At this time, these memories of the vicissitudes of life are flying into the distance together with the west wind.
The trees shouted angrily: Oh, oh, fly, fly! I have completed this year's itinerary, and now it is time for me to rest. When the spring breeze blows next year, I will put on green clothes again, and I will start my new life! "The autumn wind is strong once a year." When the rustling autumn wind blows on the fields, the vigorous seedlings in summer have already shed their childish appearance and bear the fruits of their own growth: the fiery ones are cherries, the golden ones It's wheat. The earth is colorful, "not like the fragrance of flowers, but better than the fragrance of flowers".
How can the feeling of autumn fruit be compared to the beautiful flowers? Following the aroma of the fruits, the farmers came out in droves. It was another good harvest year. They harvested their sweat with the strength they had accumulated for a year, and were busy in the fields in an orderly manner. The sickle was like a mirror, shining in the sun, reflecting their sweat of joy, and dripping.
I didn’t feel that the sky was getting cloudy. First, two or three water droplets lightly touched the ground, and then the rain started to fall in a steady pattern. The sky was quiet, there was no sound of thunder, only the sound of raindrops hitting the bare tree trunks.
The sky looks even more empty, which reminds people of Chen Ziang's famous saying: "Thinking of the heaven and the earth." The autumn wind blows randomly from time to time, carrying fallen leaves and rainwater to the sky, and then suddenly scattering. The fallen leaves fall like a goddess scattering flowers, which is very spectacular.
After years of baptism, Qiu Yu no longer has the childishness of the past. They know their mission well and just fall in every corner like a gentle breeze and flowing water, giving the big tree the final nourishment and silently contributing. . Autumn is like an old man, experiencing the taste of life and telling it silently.
Autumn is like a scholar, with a weathered appearance but full of knowledge in his heart. Autumn is like a writer with strong penmanship, composing magnificent poems in the vicissitudes of life. 3. A composition imitating "Spring"
When spring brings her unique new green color and overflows like the sea, it is really intoxicating;
When spring brings her unique The warmth, when it comes like a tide, can also make people soul-breaking.
Spring is definitely a canvas soaked in the color of life.
Fresh green, tender green, bright green, emerald green, eyes full of green, gentle to our sight. There are also a little bit of red, a little yellow, a little pink, and a little purple flashing like stars, which also surprise our eyes.
So, start walking in spring.
When I step on her soft soil, I realize that the hotbed of life can be so plain. As long as the old man of the season arrives, all the sleeping seeds can be conceived here and give life a changing attitude.
Spring is definitely a picture full of the prosperity of life.
Whether it is breaking out of the ground or in bud; whether it is slowly stretching or slowly flowing; whether it is silent or whispering, as long as the old man of the season When the curtain of spring opens, they will use their own unique way to perform the magical vitality of nature here.
So, I started roaming in spring.
Covered in the soft spring light, let the slightly sweet wind pass by. You will realize that the breath of spring actually contains the most touching tenderness. You will also feel that nature is a strange mother. She actually chose to give birth to all kinds of life at the end of winter when everything is bleak, allowing them to embrace each other and embrace each other in the most tender first ray of spring. Bring infinite vitality to the world.
Spring is also a gallery showing the magic of life.
You see, every kind of life has its own specific form, and each specific form contains specific life information. Whether they are tall or weak, they all have to go through the process of life and death, and there are also seasons of childishness and maturity. Whether it is eye-catching or unremarkable, they must follow that specific seasonal trajectory and complete a feat of life in their own specific living space. Regardless of whether they are famous or not, whether they are born in a rich home or grow in barren sandy soil, all the things that sprout in spring use their own unique way and use up all their enthusiasm to compose their music. An ode to life.
This is spring. Because of the chorus of life that sprouts here, I really feel a magical beauty.
The biting cold wind blows away the summer. It's so hot, autumn is coming quietly.
Everything was so peaceful. The past was still full of vitality, but overnight, the earth was engulfed by yellow waves, and everything was trapped in the broad embrace of autumn. The reign of summer was over, and it was autumn that overthrew it.
A few dry leaves fell into the soil silently, their mission was over. Looking back on the years they have gone through, it is endless. At this time, these memories of the vicissitudes of life are flying into the distance together with the west wind. The trees shouted angrily: Oh, oh, fly, fly! I have completed this year's itinerary, and now it is time for me to rest. When the spring breeze blows next year, I will put on green clothes again, and I will start my new life!
"The autumn wind is strong once a year." When the rustling autumn wind blows on the fields, the vigorous and upward seedlings in summer have already shed their childish appearance and bear the fruits of their own growth: the fire-like The ones are cherries, and the golden ones are wheat. The earth is colorful, "not like the fragrance of flowers, but better than the fragrance of flowers". How can the feeling of autumn fruit be compared to the beautiful flowers? Following the aroma of the fruits, the farmers came out in droves. It was another good harvest year. They harvested their sweat with the strength they had accumulated for a year, and were busy in the fields in an orderly manner. The sickle was like a mirror, shining in the sun, reflecting their sweat of joy, and dripping.
I didn’t feel that the sky was getting cloudy. First, two or three water droplets lightly touched the ground, and then the rain began to fall in a steady pattern. The sky was quiet, there was no sound of thunder, only the sound of raindrops hitting the bare tree trunks. The sky looks even more empty, which reminds people of Chen Ziang's famous saying: "Thinking of the heaven and the earth." The autumn wind blows randomly from time to time, carrying fallen leaves and rainwater to the sky, and then suddenly scattering. The fallen leaves fall like a goddess scattering flowers, which is very spectacular. After years of baptism, Qiu Yu no longer has the childishness of the past. They know their mission well and just fall in every corner like a gentle breeze and flowing water, giving the final nourishment to the big tree and silently contributing.
Autumn is like an old man, experiencing the taste of life and telling it silently.
Autumn is like a scholar, with a weathered appearance but full of knowledge in his heart.
Autumn is like a writer with strong penmanship, composing magnificent poems in the vicissitudes of life. 4. Write an autumn composition imitating spring
Looking forward to, looking forward to, the hot summer is finally over, and autumn is approaching.
Everything looks like a crisp autumn day, the sky is high and the clouds are clear. The fruits are ripe, the crickets are chirping, and the weather is getting cooler.
The grass has not completely disappeared from the earth, it is still green. In the garden, in the fields.
Look, it’s full of flowers. The children ran, jumped, did some somersaults, picked up some fallen fruits, and threw them to each other, competing to see who could throw farther and more accurately.
The wind is cool and the grass is green. Osmanthus trees, maple trees, and evergreen trees, with their lush and deep styles and unique temperaments, display their elegance, with gold-like yellow, agate-like red, and emerald-like green, just like a picture carefully drawn by an artist.
The birds are busy migrating, and the ants are collecting winter rations. Daisies, bunches of red, and petunia are everywhere at a glance: orange, purple, and colorful, spread in the flower bed like a carpet, and smiling in the autumn wind! "Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers!" Yes, it will turn into spring mud to nourish the earth, without any attachment to the prosperity of the branches.
Autumn rain falls on red and yellow leaves as well as colorful leaves mixed with green and yellow. Luxurious maple leaves, delicate evergreen leaves, ordinary sycamore leaves... they become more beautiful under the baptism of autumn rain.
The fruits on the trees are gradually ripening, and the fruit farmers in the fields are getting busier. In the city and in the countryside, workers, students, children and the elderly all came out to enjoy the beautiful scenery, relax, watch the autumn colors, collect specimens, and do their own thing.
"One hard work, one harvest", hard work, in exchange for harvest, full of joy like the god of autumn, making the colors of plants gradually thicker. Autumn, like the god of harvest, brings abundant fruits to people.
Autumn is like the god of joy, bringing people the joy of harvest. Joy.
In the south of the Yangtze River, there is certainly autumn; but the vegetation grows slowly, the air is moist, the color of the sky is light, and it is often rainy and less windy; a person is sandwiched between Suzhou, Shanghai, Hangzhou, or Xiamen and Hong Kong Among the citizens of Guangzhou, passing by in chaos, they can only feel a little bit of coolness, the smell of autumn, the color of autumn, the artistic conception and posture of autumn, but they can never get enough of it, taste it, and enjoy it fully. Autumn is not a famous flower, nor is it a fine wine. The half-open, half-drunk state is inappropriate in the process of appreciating autumn.
It has been nearly ten years since autumn in the Northern Kingdom. Every autumn in the south, I always think of the reed flowers in Taoranting, the willow shadows in Diaoyutai, the singing of insects in Xishan, the moonlight in Yuquan, and the bells in Tanzhe Temple.
Even if you don't go out in Peiping, you can rent a shabby house with rafters to live in the middle of the imperial city. When you get up in the morning, make a bowl of strong tea and sit in the courtyard, you can You can see the very high green sky and hear the flying sound of tame pigeons under the blue sky. Look eastward under the locust trees to closely observe the streaks of sunlight filtering through their leaves, or quietly gaze out at the trumpet-shaped blue flowers of morning glories climbing half way up a dilapidated wall, and of course you'll feel the intense feeling of it. Autumn.
When it comes to morning glories, I think blue or white are the best, followed by purple and black, and light red is the worst. It is best to have a few sparse, thin and long autumn grasses growing at the bottom of the morning glory as a foil.
The locust trees in the North are also an ornament that reminds people of autumn. The fallen pistils, which look like flowers but are not flowers, will be spread all over the ground in the morning.
When you step on it, there is no sound or smell, and you can only feel a tiny and soft touch. After the street sweeper swept under the shadow of the trees for a while, the lines of the broomstick left on the dust looked both delicate and leisurely. Subconsciously, he also felt a little lonely. The ancients said that the phoenix tree leaves only one leaf. The world knows the distant thoughts of autumn, probably in these deep places.
The feeble chirping of the cicadas is especially characteristic of the North. Because there are trees everywhere in Peiping and the houses are low, their cries can be heard no matter where they are. In the south, you have to go to the suburbs or mountains to hear it.
In Peiping, the shrill noise of this cicada sounds like that of crickets and mice. They seem to be living in every household, like domestic insects.
And the autumn rains in the north also seem to fall more strangely than in the south, they are more flavorful and more decent than those in the south.
Under the gray sky, a cool breeze suddenly came, and then it started to rain. After a layer of rain, the clouds gradually rolled to the west, the sky turned blue again, and the sun showed its face again; urban idlers wearing thick green cloth single clothes or jackets, biting their pipes, looked at the scenery after the rain. In the shadow of the sloping bridge, if you stand under the tree at the top of the bridge and meet an acquaintance, you will reply to each other in a slow and leisurely tone with a slight sigh: ". 5. A 700-word composition imitating "Spring" to write about autumn
Miss Qiu brought a box of colorful paintbrushes. You see, Miss Qiu dyed the grapes purple, and the bunches of grapes were hung on the shelf like pearls, giving the sweet smell to the wind. Sister. The wind is flying, and the autumn girl dyes the apples fiery red, just like the red face of the sun, bringing the joy of the harvest to the maple leaves. There are red, orange, yellow... and the colorful maple leaves nod frequently in the wind.
Autumn also has a very pleasant smell, the persimmons are fragrant and the oranges are sweet. , and there are many sweet smells of apples and pineapples in autumn! The children on the autumn tour are deeply in love with the smell of autumn.
Seeing the arrival of autumn, the little animals are stepping up. Get ready for the winter. The geese are preparing to move south, the little squirrels are stuffing delicious pine cones into their holes, and the maple leaf children are about to spend the winter quietly at their mother's strong feet.
I love it. The colors of autumn, the smell of autumn, the beauty of autumn. 6. Imitation composition "Spring"
Looking forward to, looking forward to, the weekend is coming, and the footsteps of happiness are near.
Everything looked like he had just woken up. Xinxinran opened his eyes. The streets were lively, there were more people in the shopping mall, and people's tense nerves were relaxed.
They walked out of their homes one after another, leisurely and leisurely. Looking around, there were lots of people walking and running, meeting acquaintances, chatting and chatting. Plans for the weekend. Pedestrians walked happily and relaxedly.
If you don’t let me, I won’t let you go. They are all filled with red products. The fire is pink like clouds and white like snow.
The goods are full of novelty. When I close my eyes, my hands seem to be full of delicious, fun and beautiful things. Customers crowded in noisily, and children of all sizes ran around to join in the fun.
Billboards were everywhere: variegated, red, and yellow, standing among the crowd. "Friendship doubles joy and halve sorrow." Yes, friendship is like a mother's hand caressing you.
Gathering with friends on weekends. Together, we tell each other about our feelings over the past week, share each other's happiness, and share each other's worries. The friendship becomes deeper during the conversation. The weekend arrives in anticipation, and we become happy, and enjoy the fun of the weekend with friends. The symphony of friendship echoes the weekend breeze.
The laughter of groups of teenagers on the street also sounds loudly all day long. Homework is the most tedious, and there are several long chapters in it.
So boring. Look, like shackles, like a cage, like a rope, tightly tied, trapping the playful innocence of many children.
The math problems are as difficult as the sky, and the composition also makes you frown. Over the long weekend, if you work hard and write bit by bit, you will always gain a lot. Under the lamp, on the desk, next to the bookshelf, there are people writing quickly with pens, and there are parents who care about you. With milk to accompany you.
Their eyes, full of love, move across your face. There are gradually more tourists in the park, and there are more children playing.
In the city and the countryside, every household, old and young, came out one by one, as if they were rushing to go. Rejuvenate your muscles and bones, rouse your spirits, and each go about his or her own business.
"The plan for the week is at the weekend." At the beginning, there was a lot of time and a lot of hope. Weekends are like a newly born baby, new from head to toe and growing.
On weekends, I am like a little girl, in full bloom, smiling and walking. Weekend is like a strong young man with iron-like arms, waist and feet, leading us forward. 7. The composition imitating "Spring" should also write about spring
"Spring Tree"
Looking forward to, looking forward to, the spring rain is coming, the footsteps of spring are near.
Everything seemed to be boiling, shouting and smiling. The water is getting warmer, the air is getting sweeter, and the butterflies are dancing.
The willow tree quietly changed into new clothes, becoming tender green and dotted with stars. Looking around the lakeside and the garden, there are large areas covered with water. Lean, lie down, break two branches and stick them in the soil, take a few walks and take some photos. The wind is warm and the wicker is soft.
Begonias, locust trees, and wisterias are all vying to bloom if you don’t let me and I don’t let you. The pink ones are like rouge, the white ones are like snowflakes, and the purple ones are like gems. The air is filled with light or strong fragrance, as if the whole earth is being scented.
Close your eyes, you can feel the petals brushing against your cheeks, and the memory seems to stop here, such a season of blooming flowers, such a spring. Birds are everywhere: those building nests among the branches, singing among the leaves, flying in the blue sky, black, gray, and colorful, as lively as if they were attending a spring banquet, with high spirits. 8. Imitate Zhu Ziqing's "Spring" and write a 600-word composition on leaves
There are still dewdrops hanging on the leaves. Blown by the autumn wind, the dewdrops on the leaves are like a baby rocking back and forth in a cradle, in the sunshine Under the refraction, there is still colorful light. ah! So beautiful.
Several sweet-scented osmanthus trees are also blooming in the distance. The small yellow flowers are not very eye-catching, but the fragrant aroma they spit out can be smelled at the school gate. Some of the sweet-scented osmanthus look ahead as if watching the scenery in front; some have their heads down as if talking to the grass; some are hidden among the green leaves like a shy little girl.
The weather gradually turned cooler, and the withered yellow leaves left the warm embrace of the big tree mother one after another, gently falling from the tree and flying to the grass. These fallen leaves seemed to be messengers, Tell everyone, "Autumn is here, autumn is here." The grasses took off their green clothes and put on golden autumn clothes. The autumn girl came back to the world again surrounded by the joy of fallen leaves. In this yellow scene everywhere, various small flowers seem to be sleeping, with their heads lowered and their two "hands" that have long lost their luster, silently waiting for the arrival of distant spring. . 9. Write an essay imitating Zhu Ziqing’s Spring and Autumn
Looking forward to, looking forward to, the hot summer is finally over, and autumn is approaching.
Everything looks like a crisp autumn day, the sky is high and the clouds are clear. The fruits are ripe, the crickets are chirping, and the weather is getting cooler.
The grass has not completely disappeared from the earth, it is still green. In the garden, in the fields.
Look, it’s full of flowers. The children ran, jumped, did some somersaults, picked up some fallen fruits, and threw them to each other, competing to see who could throw farther and more accurately.
The wind is cool and the grass is green. Osmanthus trees, maple trees, and evergreen trees, with their lush and deep styles and unique temperaments, display their elegance, with gold-like yellow, agate-like red, and emerald-like green, just like a picture carefully drawn by an artist.
The birds are busy migrating, and the ants are collecting winter rations. Daisies, bunches of red, and petunia are everywhere at a glance: orange, purple, and colorful, spread in the flower bed like a carpet, and smiling in the autumn wind! "Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers!" Yes, it will turn into spring mud to nourish the earth, without any attachment to the prosperity of the branches.
Autumn rain falls on red and yellow leaves as well as colorful leaves mixed with green and yellow. Luxurious maple leaves, delicate evergreen leaves, ordinary sycamore leaves... they become more beautiful under the baptism of autumn rain.
The fruits on the trees are gradually ripening, and the fruit farmers in the fields are getting busier. In the city and in the countryside, workers, students, children and the elderly all came out to enjoy the beautiful scenery, relax, watch the autumn colors, collect specimens, and do their own thing.
"One hard work, one harvest", hard work, in exchange for harvest, full of joy. Autumn is like the god of color, making the colors of plants gradually intensify.
Autumn, like the god of harvest, brings abundant fruits to people. Autumn, like the god of joy, brings the joy of harvest to people. 10. Write a composition that imitates "Spring" and write a scene. It is about 600 words. Urgently requested.
Composition that imitates "Spring" and writes a scene:
Spring is here and everything is coming back to life. At this time, the earth has put on new green clothes, and the willow trees have also grown green leaves.
There are hundreds of flowers blooming everywhere, the osmanthus is blooming, the camellia is blooming, and the orchid is blooming.
Brightly colored flowers of all colors gathered together like a market. Like colorful gems set in the new clothes of the earth.
Because of this, I can smell the faint fragrance of flowers blowing in the wind all the time. Primulas-swallows often come out to remind us that spring is coming!
Sometimes, there were a few drizzles in the sky. The fine wind is like countless embroidery needles falling from the sky. At the same time, many bamboo shoots sprouted out of the bamboo forest to welcome the "big frame" of spring.
Xiaoyu saw it and gave it a comfortable and beautiful bath. Every day, the birds are chirping, so I can hear them wherever I go.
They are so industrious. It is said that a year's plan begins in spring and a day's plan begins in the morning. Every morning, they go out to look for food before we get up.
As soon as it is time for us to get up, they will bark non-stop, as if they are acting as a timed alarm clock to wake us up at the same time every day.
The gentle breeze makes people feel relaxed and happy, as if refreshing spring water flows through the body.
Isn't this the feeling that spring gives people?