Maybe it is. It shuttles through the four seasons and comes and goes gently. This is the wind.
Spring wind, it swept the land of * * *, leaving green grass all over the ground, swaying its slender waist in the spring breeze; It brushed the frozen lake and rippled, as if it were raising its clear skirt; It passes through the withered branches, and the branches take out small buds and slowly stretch with the spring breeze. Spring breeze, like a fresh and refined music, carries hope and evokes a sleeping life.
The summer wind, slowly, jumps and plays, sometimes flying high and sometimes sweeping low. It plays music for lovely leaves, dances for quiet grass, brings coolness and refreshment to farmers who work hard in the fields, and eliminates troubles and impatience. It broke into the hearts of all things and added a lot of fun to this lively and extraordinary world. The summer wind, like my mother's kind hands, contains warmth and removes all anxiety in the world.
Autumn wind, mixed with a few cool drizzles, came to the world. It ripens the fruit in the orchard, turns the sorghum in the field red, peels off the green coat of the golden corn, fills the thin ears of wheat, and sounds the horn of harvest. Autumn wind is like a conscientious postman, full of joy, reporting the arrival of autumn.
The winter wind, like an unruly wild horse, runs in the fields. It trampled the grass yellow, blew away the stubble and leaves in the field, and blew away the crumbling leaves. It tests the willpower of everything in the world in its own unique way. The winter wind, like a strict examiner, with some indifference and solemnity, looks at all the answers about persistence.
Wind plays different roles in the four seasons, adding luster to the beautiful nature with its own actions.
Teacher's comment: The colorful language vividly shows the drama of "wind", endows the natural wind with many emotional changes, depicts the image of the wind with vivid brushstrokes, and shows the appearance of the wind representing the seasonal characteristics. This beautiful prose presents gorgeous colors and chewy charm.
The composition about the wind is 300 words, which reminds me of the typhoon. Typhoon is a heinous villain. It destroyed many crops, destroyed many people's houses and long-term hard work, and even endangered people's lives.
However, Typhoon's younger brother is not as bad as his older brother. He's just looking for something good to do.
The wind saw that the water pump in the rice field didn't work, so it blew hard and the water pump could work again. The grass shook its head at the wind, as if to say, "Thank you, the wind saved our lives.
"The wind saw the ship at sea again, and people pushed hard, so they breathed a sigh of relief. The ship moved slowly in the sea, and the people on board waved their thanks to it.
Now, the wind is back, and the wind is wearing colorful clothes like us.
Now it has learned magic and turned the grass into green. The grass tilted its head and admired its beautiful clothes, turning the peach blossom into pink and falling like a butterfly.
It touched people who were working, and people's sweat flowed down. People who were tired and hot were blown by the wind, neither tired nor hot, but also got a good mood.
The wind sometimes brings us inconvenience and sometimes adds more luster.
Who is the freest in nature? Maybe it is.
It shuttles through the four seasons and comes and goes gently.
This is the wind.
Spring wind, it swept the land of * * *, leaving green grass all over the ground, swaying its slender waist in the spring breeze; It brushed the frozen lake and rippled, as if it were raising its clear skirt; It passes through the withered branches, and the branches take out small buds and slowly stretch with the spring breeze.
Spring breeze, like a fresh and refined music, carries hope and evokes a sleeping life.
The summer wind, slowly, jumps and plays, sometimes flying high and sometimes sweeping low.
It plays music for lovely leaves, dances for quiet grass, brings coolness and refreshment to farmers who work hard in the fields, and eliminates troubles and impatience.
It broke into the hearts of all things and added a lot of fun to this lively and extraordinary world.
The summer wind, like my mother's kind hands, contains warmth and removes all anxiety in the world.
Autumn wind, mixed with a few cool drizzles, came to the world.
It ripens the fruit in the orchard, turns the sorghum in the field red, peels off the green coat of the golden corn, fills the thin ears of wheat, and sounds the horn of harvest.
Autumn wind is like a conscientious postman, full of joy, reporting the arrival of autumn.
The winter wind, like an unruly wild horse, runs in the fields.
It trampled the grass yellow, blew away the stubble and leaves in the field, and blew away the crumbling leaves.
It tests the willpower of everything in the world in its own unique way.
The winter wind, like a strict examiner, with some indifference and solemnity, looks at all the answers about persistence.
Wind plays different roles in the four seasons, adding luster to the beautiful nature with its own actions.
Teacher's comment: The colorful language vividly shows the drama of "wind", endows the natural wind with many emotional changes, depicts the image of the wind with vivid brushstrokes, and shows the appearance of the wind representing the seasonal characteristics.
This beautiful prose presents gorgeous colors and chewy charm.
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Three hundred words about the wind spread all over the wind, reminding me of typhoons. Typhoon is a heinous villain, it destroyed many crops, destroyed many people's houses and long-term hard work, and even endangered people's lives.
However, Typhoon's younger brother is not as bad as his older brother. He's just looking for something good to do.
The wind saw that the water pump in the rice field didn't work, so it blew hard and the water pump could work again. The grass shook its head at the wind, as if to say, "Thank you, the wind saved our lives.
"The wind saw the ship at sea again, and people pushed hard, so they breathed a sigh of relief. The ship moved slowly in the sea, and the people on board waved their thanks to it.
Now, the wind is back, and the wind is wearing colorful clothes like us.
Now it has learned magic and turned the grass into green. The grass tilted its head and admired its beautiful clothes, turning the peach blossom into pink and falling like a butterfly.
It touched people who were working, and people's sweat flowed down. People who were tired and hot were blown by the wind, neither tired nor hot, but also got a good mood.
The wind sometimes brings us inconvenience and sometimes adds more luster. ...
How to write the wind in 300 words? She is like a naughty elf, giving people a different feeling with a fickle expression.
All the year round, listening to the wind and feeling her colorful temperament ... In early spring, the wind brought spring information with her slight silence. Like a gentle and refined princess, she came to people with light steps.
The land she walked through brought warmth and comfort.
The breeze weaves a long poetic picture, which is beautiful and warm, and all people are intoxicated by the place where the continuous breeze has been.
Chong ... Chong ... In summer, the wind changed from a gentle princess to a lively and provocative girl, and everywhere she went, she took a fresh and clean wind.
As long as she wants, she can sing a solo with Thunderstorm Stone, roar wildly, and blow away the last trace of hot air with strong wind.
Sasha vujacic ... sasha vujacic ... Feng, it's autumn. How did that hot girl become a romantic girl just now? With her dignified dance steps, she gently swept up the golden leaves, rustling ... Autumn leaves, playing a romantic song of the richest man, and making the romance of the sunset more perfect.
Woo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo.
Her sad cry hovered over the building and echoed in the dead forest.
The wind makes the gray winter colder.
There are more than 300 words and 200 words about the wind. In nature, it rains heavily. The wind roared past; Thunderstorms, lightning and thunder; Give people a cool breath. Summer is hot and stuffy all year round. Can people hold on to this heat? People hate that there is no wind, but I am very proud, because I am the girl who makes people have a fever. The sun, like a fire, evaporates people like a fireball. Soon, a dark cloud floated in the sky, which proved that I was going to appear. The grass seems to be sick from the sun, the flowers are panting, and the young trees are dragging the branches. At this moment, I floated up, but I didn't expect Brother Yu to help me. Xiaoshu slowly raised his head, and we were all very happy to see this scene. Because of this, as long as I pass by, people's bodies are much more relaxed, and the sweat is gone, disappearing from their cheeks. In the early morning, I blew across the field, the grass spread out, and the small flowers quietly woke up from their dreams, emitting a strong fragrance of flowers. The little tree stood there with branches, as if waving to me to play freely. It adds a little luster to the summer vacation of small animals-the wind allows them to have a cool summer vacation, and they wave to me as if to say hello. I drifted to the countryside, and the cool spring kept flowing, ignoring me at all, but people paid attention to me and wanted me to blow into their village. People say, "Ah! That's cool. " My heart is very sweet, a feeling of pride. But sometimes I lose my temper, blow up the house and blow the dust all over the sky. People like me because I can reduce people's fever and make the earth fresh and cool. Let the white clouds fade; Make the willow branches greener; Make the river brighter; Make the earth more beautiful; It makes people full of energy!
Write an essay "The Wind in My Hometown" (300 words). The wind in my hometown brought me the coolness of the evening, with yesterday's thin fragrant clothes and the wind in my hometown. The neighbor's daughter took bamboo boards to the open space and set up a curved moon. When a letter is sent, it takes a long time. The feeling of jumping forward is that your figure is flashing. Hometown! You are always in the letter and outside it. The whistling hometown wind! You always shuttle by my side, always bring my true, beautiful and happy childhood to my eyes, and always remind me of the time when I lived in my hometown. I am surrounded by a green ocean, and those withered flowers always exude fragrance; Of course, there is a crystal clear river and a dirty ditch. This is my hometown. I remember one time I went fishing with some friends, lifted a small dustpan, and then skipped into the ditch. Before I came to the ditch, I grabbed the dustpan and put it down. Mud water rushed into the dustpan. Water is like slippery mud. There are a few small fish rolling in it, and I am so happy: "Come and see". I waved my hands vigorously and shouted to my friends. Hearing my cry, they all looked up, threw down the mud they had picked up in the ditch and rushed at me. They ran in front of me, fighting for the small fish. After a long struggle, we are all like clay statues. Look at me. An idea suddenly occurred to me. I'm covered in mud anyway. I might as well have a good water fight. I told my friends what I thought. They look depressed, but they can't resist the temptation. They all said, "Good". No sooner had I got off the river than I took a pool of cold water and sprinkled it on my friend. They dodged at once and then threw water at me. I am quick of eye and quick of hand. With a bang, water fell on him. He was soaked to the skin, like a drowned rat. When we saw him, we couldn't help laughing ... "Ha". I smiled. I laughed at the innocence of our childhood and the cuteness of our childhood, which was really "great". But I know I can never have that childhood again, and I will never be so naive again. You are like a little flower in my heart, blooming and dying; The bundle of red rope on the short braid was smashed to pieces; The little butterfly caught up behind is near and far. The wind in my hometown
Imitate the wind and rain and write a composition describing the wind. The word rain cannot appear in a 300-word composition. It seems that thousands of magical fingers, like thousands of strings, pop up ever-changing sounds.
The spring rain is soft, the summer rain is rough, the autumn rain is desolate and the winter rain is cold; Due to the change of seasons, my mood is different.
However, the color of rain is as beautiful as the sound of rain.
There are many excellent works describing rain in picture music and poetry.
Line color and musical melody are ethereal and transparent.
The thin rain flower, like a floating fog, is white, kissing people's faces lightly and feeling itchy slightly; And gently wet the clothes.
Umbrellas are like sails, floating and sinking in the rain; Also like big wings, the southeast and northwest are boundless, drifting around because of the wind.
Silent rain, silence is better than sound; Funny rain really makes people happy.
You can wander outdoors without wearing a raincoat. Rain, like honey and wine, moistens your soul.
-This strange rain, this strange rain, is like a dream.
I remember the apricot blossom and spring rain in Jiangnan. Raindrops hit the awning, and there was the fragrance of pear blossoms in the rain.
I remember the summer rain in the West Lake, full of vitality, and the lotus leaves all over the lake were beaten.
I remember the autumn rain in Tianmu Mountain. The fog was locked and all the trees rustled. The pines and cypresses that hold up the sky are washed away by the rain, which makes them look particularly vigorous.
I remember the winter rain in Fuchun River, like crying, and the smoke from huts on both sides of the river was gloomy, like a colored pencil drawing.
It's a drizzly and breezy night, suitable for reading poetry and prose.
On a stormy night, horror supernatural novels are desirable.
Otherwise, it is a pleasure to invite a few confidants, make a few cups of strong tea, buy a bag of peanuts and light a candle.
Wind and rain are more suitable for pregnant women, who often suffer from insomnia; A sound of wind and rain seems to leave people and whisper.
That summer, my friends and I sat in the Spring and Autumn Pavilion.
At that time, the water chestnut was ripe. On Lianchi Beach, the villagers were driving boats and busy picking. The white clouds in the sky and the egrets on the water set each other off.
A sudden shower, Malik Pentium; Banping Mountain suddenly disappeared, and only the dense rain hung a bead curtain on Lianchi.
In the shower, the boats that collect water chestnuts are still rocking leisurely.
The people on the boat are even hemp fibers.
There is not much rainfall in the south of Taiwan Province Province.
Especially in Kaohsiung, the dust is all over the sky; The branches and leaves are covered with dust, and after a shower, it is green and brand-new.
Shoushan after the rain, enchanting overlooking the silent love; Silver scale water waves are also dyed green by green hills.
On the banks of the river, on the rows of cement columns, the porcelain covers of rows of street lamps are embedded between mountains and rivers like white jade balls, which vaguely shows the scenery of the West Lake.
"The head of the Spring Rain Building is eight feet high. When will you go back to Zhejiang Chao? "
Today, we visited another big scenic spot, Nanshan Cave.
When I entered the cave, the first thing I saw was the word "De", which was on the cowhide on a big drum.
I don't know what this means.
There is a big slope in front, and there are many meaningful photos on the benchmark of the slope-photos of celebrities visiting, and also shows the scenic spots of large and small caves.
I saw a triangular cow.
The so-called "triangle cow" means that this kind of cow has three horns.
The famous comedian Zhao Benshan and his son came to touch the cow.
There are many stones in this cave, and one special stone is very bright. The tour guide said that to touch this stone, you should know the rules: touch wealth, touch official luck and touch peach blossom luck.
Never touch too much! There is also a small cave, a Millennium pine tree and a mountain. The small cave is to step on grandpa's six footprints and enter the cave first. As the name implies, the small cave has a different kind of cave.
Step by step when you come out is to climb step by step! Millennium pine trees are not pine trees, but plants contemporary with dinosaurs. Its trunk is thick, curved and hollow. It is said that only in this way can the strong sea breeze pass through, so besides the young pine, it has another nickname "Wood in the Forest".
The oldest plants have experienced six thousand years of wind and rain.
Looking up from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, you can't see it.
Of course, I was faced with great difficulties and cried in fear.
But in the end, with the encouragement of my peers, I reached the top.
Make everyone laugh.
Qingdao Golden Beach Composition 300-word Cave is one of the scenic spots in Sanya, and today we are here to play.
When I arrived here, I saw a vast and boundless sea. Because there are many rocks by the sea, I have to take the path. When the wind blows, the leaves on the roadside trees collide with each other and make a rustling sound. That sounds very pleasant. Soon I went to the Natural History Museum. When I walked in, I was attracted by the beautiful scenery in front of me. How beautiful! Natural wood carvings, dinosaur eggs, some fossils from the dinosaur era, some books and famous paintings of ancient celebrities, and some dinosaurs made of plastic looking for food in the Woods by the wall all look very realistic.
Then we went on, and we came to a bridge. We saw many crabs and jumping fish on the rocks near the bridge. When the waves came, the jumping fish immediately jumped on a rock, but the crab was still standing there.
After seeing the interesting things, we walked on and finally came to the small cave, where the sea breeze was very comfortable.
We still wanted to go up, when we heard the guide say, "There is no way to go any further. The big cave was invented by imagination."
"I was surprised to hear that there is no big land.
We had to leave by cable car.
I am very happy here, big and small, and I will never forget you.
Qingdao Golden Beach Composition 300 words Today, our family went to large and small caves.
At first our family made a mistake. Only after we went in did we know: "The big and small caves are not big holes at all, but a beautiful scenic spot, in the north of Nanshan Scenic Area.
"As soon as we entered the gate, we saw two big drums, which read Tao and De, indicating that this is a Taoist holy place.
When we went to Dadongtian and Tian Xiaodong, we found that "Tian Xiaodong is the place where Taoists practice, and Dadongtian refers to the whole scenic spot".
We came to the seaside and picked up many shells for everyone.
We went to the palace of the Dragon King in the East China Sea, in front of which stood an alchemy furnace.
I won't say so much. I'll send you some photos and you'll understand.
Qingdao Golden Beach Composition 300 words One of Hainan's famous scenic spots, large and small caves, the name is very interesting.
In fact, there are three special scenic spots here. Come with me. We went to caves, big and small, where we could hear frogs croak, the blue sky reflected the sea, the sun shone on the coconut trees, and everything was so harmonious.
First of all, the commentator told us that "happiness is like the East China Sea, and longevity is longer than Nanshan". I don't understand the meaning of this sentence, and I can't understand it no matter how much I ask.
Walking, I was pleasantly surprised to find that there was a platform further up, which I thought might mean "longevity is better than Nanshan".
However, I went up to have a look and it was wrong. It turned out to be a place to burn incense and pray.
We followed the commentator across the overgrown path and climbed a steep slope.
Finally, I came to a place about the meaning of "longevity is better than longevity in Nanshan".
Only when I got here did I understand that people stood between the two stone carvings "Shou" and "Nanshan" and made a word "Bi", so it was "Shou is better than Nanshan".
That young pine is an old pine with a age of 5000 years, so it is a young pine.
I deeply remember the sentence "Longevity is better than Nanshan Mountain", and I will never forget it.
Qingdao Golden Beach Composition 300 words After breakfast today, we took the No.25 bus to the cave and took the bus for 30 minutes. I waited and waited, and finally arrived.
Entering the scenic spot, we first went to Sanya Natural Museum, where there are many dinosaur fossils, most of which are parrot-billed dragons.
When we arrived at the cave, I saw a big stone engraved with the words "the cave is small".
I asked my mother, "Isn't it a small cave? Why is the cave so small? " Silly boy, the words on the stone are read from right to left.
"oh! I see! There was a small hole under the stone in the cave, and I got into it. It's dark, but it's cool. Like turning on the air conditioner, I came out of the exit soon.
We arrived at the Shouzi Monument, which said that there was a distance between Shounan Mountain, Shounan Mountain and Shounan Mountain. I saw that in the middle of Shounan Mountain, two people raised their hands and feet at the same time to form the word "Bi".
I don't know what longevity means until I see it.
Eat coconut shaved ice when you come back. It's cold and sweet.
But soon it became a coconut.
I am really happy today! Today, my parents and I went to the Golden Beach in Qingdao to play.
We took the bus for more than six hours and finally arrived at Golden Beach.
Just want to get off, suddenly, thunder and lightning, heavy rain, we think the weather is really not beautiful.
"When you come, play with it.
"We had to get off under an umbrella.
Wow! In front of me are golden beaches and endless sea.
Although it was raining, I saw many people in swimsuits swimming in the sea. Some people rode bicycles on the sea, some people played with water on the shore, and some people enjoyed the scenery by the sea with umbrellas.
I ...
Wind and rain composition 300 words through the wind and rain, close your eyes, listen carefully and taste with your heart. Every rain is a song, and every storm has its own unique rhythm, either continuous and soft or passionate.
The lasting appeal of rain is the lasting appeal of life. Through the storm, the sky is clear and boundless.
Dark clouds covered the whole earth and suddenly became dim.
The hills in the distance are covered with dark clouds, and the wind hits the doors and windows, "banging" straight.
Sitting in a chair is always uncomfortable.
Yesterday's exam was not ideal, and the paper has been handed out.
The big red cross on the test paper is branded in my eyes and in my heart.
At this point, my mood is very agitated, plus this weather ... alas! Finally, as a white lightning flashed across the sky, raindrops fell with muffled thunder.
I'm bored watching all this! Let me go. Let me go. It's hard to make people feel better.
The teacher's sharp words are still ringing in my ears: if you continue like this, you will not only regress, but you will not learn this subject sooner or later! ..... I haven't thought about how to get through this in my heart. I'm always annoyed with the status quo, but I never think about the future journey.
However, this time, it seems that this is not the case! After school * * * rang, and I looked out of the window. I don't know when the rain stopped.
In the green belt of campus, small flowers are in full bloom.
Accepted the baptism of rain, they became happier! There are raindrops on the green leaves, shining golden light in the sun, making my eyes bright.
Looking up at the sky, a heavy rain swept away the haze, blue and flawless! Seeing this, I seem to understand something! If there is no storm, how can the earth usher in vitality and how can the sky be flawless? If I don't experience setbacks, how can I realize my mistakes? My heart became clear.
Yes! Only by experiencing setbacks can we correct our mistakes. After the setback, we walked through the hurdle, and behind the hurdle is a bright road. Walk through the storm and cross the road! Ups and downs, can't hit the idea of sentient beings; Ups and downs make all beings more lively! After the storm, the sun shines on the earth! This is * * * won! After the storm, which tomorrow is not sunny! Walk through the storm and face the light! ...
One day, my parents and brother went to Shuanghe Reservoir to see the scenery.
We came to a terrible place. There was a cliff on it. A vine fell from the cliff, and a lot of water fell from the vine.
Our motorcyclists rushed over and then we came to a beautiful place. There is a bridge below, and there is clear water on the right side of the bridge.
Dad said, "How can I get down?" Mother said, "Look, there is a staircase. Let's go down.
My father, my brother and I said, "OK."
"So, my brother and my mother went down together, and my dad was still on it.
It really leads to the bridge, so I shouted, "Dad, come down quickly!" " "We took some scenic photos on the bridge and left.
We took a big turn, the sun went down, and we rode our motorcycles home again.
This time, we took a shortcut and returned home soon.
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