Shouldn't Zhu Ziqing's Spring be memorized? You can write that the spring from winter to summer complements or contrasts with your childhood to the present. In the monotonous winter, you are always looking forward to spring. I wish her grass would grow warblers, silk tapestries would blow across the embankment, her thousand trees and flowers would be like brocade and blue waves, and her orchids would be moist as crisp; I hope her spring scenery is full of flowers and red like rain. Now, spring has come. Spring is the most beautiful season of the year. Throughout the ages, people have almost exhausted all beautiful words and poems to describe and praise spring. Spring brings vitality and hope to people. Spring warms the heart and spleen. "If you want to wet apricot flowers with clothes, you won't feel cold when you blow your face." Spring, fleeting, "Hua Lin Xie Chunhong, too hasty." Therefore, "there are flowers that can be folded straight, so don't wait for the flowers to decline." In spring, the weather is cool and humid. "The rain in Tianjie is crisp, but the grass color is far and near." In spring, the wine is full of fragrance. "Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy refers to Xinghua Village. " Spring, entangled in dreams, "where did spring go?" Lonely, no road. If anyone knows where spring has gone, call him back and live with him. "... when spring comes with her unique warmth and tide, it can also make people lose their souls. Spring is definitely a canvas full of life. . So, I started walking in spring. Stepping on her soft soil, I realized that the hotbed of life can be so flat. As long as the old man floats by in the season, all the sleeping seeds can be bred here, giving life a changing posture. Spring is definitely a picture full of vitality. Whether it is out of the ground or in bud; Whether it is stretching slowly or flowing slowly; Whether they are silent or whispering, as long as the old people in the season open the curtain of spring, they will show the magical vitality of nature here in their own unique way. So, I began to wander in spring. Covered with gentle and lovely spring scenery, let the slight fragrance wind blow. I also think that nature is a strange mother. She chose to breed all kinds of life at the end of winter when everything was depressed, and let them embrace each other in the most tender and lovely first spring, bringing infinite vitality to the world. Spring is also a gallery, showing the magic of life.
2. The composition is 300 words, winter in my eyes is 300 words, winter in my eyes, winter in my eyes makes me love and hate.
In my eyes, winter is a season of cold flooding and a heartless disease. Winter is a cold season, which makes people feel the biting wind. People often catch colds in winter.
However, winter in my eyes is a white fairy. Sprinkle snow on the earth and block the scorching sun with your own dress; It will be warm in winter, and there will be the sun. Because the fairy saw that people were aware of the cold wind, she asked the sun to sprinkle soft sunshine on the earth.
Of course, these are not the most important, that is, it will snow in winter. We can play with snow, have snowball fights, draw pictures in the snow, have snowball fights, make snowmen and make ice sculptures between classes, and then our teacher will take pictures as a souvenir. When we grow up, we will look at photos and recall our childhood. Every season has a defect, that is, light is not only rich in water, but also has advantages. In fact, everything in the world is not perfect, there will always be some flaws, leaving some regrets.
Please adopt it.
3. How to write a composition In my eyes, the 300-word autumn got rid of the heat of summer and ushered in a cool late autumn.
In the Woods, the buttonwood tree took off its green clothes, and the yellow leaves reluctantly left the embrace of the mother tree and fell to the ground. Ginkgo biloba leaves turn golden, autumn wind blows, and leaves fly like beautiful yellow butterflies in the wind. But there is a kind of tree that still stands so green in the rustling autumn wind, and that is pine. It is not afraid of cold and welcomes the arrival of winter.
Sorghum in the farmland turned red, rice bent over with laughter and golden corn became bulging. Farmers' uncles also began to harvest. They saw the harvest scene, their faces were filled with happy smiles, and their hearts were filled with infinite joy.
Autumn orchards are colorful, apples are red, and they smile like children's rosy faces. Pears in Huang Chengcheng have also become fatter, like gourds hanging from the branches. Oranges also turn yellow and red. The most lovely is pomegranate, which shows transparent seeds, like beautiful gems. Fruit farmers are busy picking fruits, and there are bursts of laughter from time to time.
4. Composition: Beautiful season in my heart 2. The lost leaves
I am a leaf falling gently on your shoulder. I said goodbye to you at the moment you bounced off. I want to become a memory and fall into your heart. ...
My childhood
Unconsciously, carefully and gently, the17th autumn in my life came with a little depth. I always thought that the bright sunshine could let me escape from the cold and bleak. However, meditation on autumn and life still comes to mind. Fallen leaves, falling in the heart, can not appreciate the golden harvest, can only wander in the stream of life full of meditation. Memories are an accomplice of missing, which makes me fall into a dream without focus:
I remember one day my father cleaned the room and brought me two toy cars to wipe the dust gently. "Look at your childhood again, don't just lose it." A casual glance, "take it". I really regret it when I think about it here. It is illusory to touch my childhood again, and I can only miss it silently in my heart. I'd rather live in a bungalow of more than ten square meters, bend over and push two cars on the ground all day, squeak, and learn to imitate the conductor and shout in Guiyang dialect: "No.87, No.87, get on the bus quickly, and go to Qianling Park on No.87!" Play with my neighbor's little brother every day. If I can't catch up with them, I'll get dirty and get scolded by my mother when I go home. I miss painting one picture after another with my father's encouragement and dreaming of my dreams. Afraid of going to the toilet alone, I "water" the grass on the roadside in front of my house. At that time, my life was so simple and lively, and the sky was so blue and beautiful ...
Time filters thoughts, leaving pain and memories. My childhood is full of dust, like fallen leaves, floating, I can't catch it; Just like the colored sand in my hand is spinning and losing. She waited for me at the end of the merry-go-round. It is true that everyone's childhood is destined to stay. Some people choose to forget when they grow up, pretending to be full of melancholy and vicissitudes, strengthening the gap in their hearts day by day, and always showing sadness and doubt in their eyes looking at the blue sky. It is often said that the cause of flowers is lofty, that of fruits is full, and that of leaves is humble and great. But their "adults" who think they are "mature" always bloom flowers and fruits in the harvest season of life, but they throw away the simplest leaf of life: the innocence of childhood. But I think they will be caught off guard when they experience the inner winter. It's cold, very cold.
I think the beauty of life lies in childhood, and then materialism and hypocrisy fill the abyss of the soul, binding people with the soul and nature. I picked up a fallen leaf, kissed it and put it in my notebook. I can't keep my childhood, but I can keep my purest heart forever!
The fallen leaves of childhood will always fly beautifully in my heart. ...
Spring in my eyes 300 words Spring has come, and every corner of the earth is full of the breath of spring. On campus, there are beautiful Lu elephants everywhere in spring. Willow pulls out thin willow silk and embellishes it with yellowish leaves; The grass grew with the fragrance of the earth, and clusters of bright green flowers stretched themselves, yawned and leaned out their little heads; The children took off their heavy winter clothes and put on light and bright spring clothes; Birds fly out of the house and sing beautiful songs, telling us that spring is coming!
Spring has really come. In the pond, in the fields, in the sky, everywhere is full of vitality. The scenery of nature has also become colorful. On a sunny day, the warm sunshine shines on the body and the soft spring breeze blows on the face, which is both warm and comfortable; On rainy days, spring thunder explodes from time to time, which is both thrilling and * * *.
The scenery in spring is so beautiful that people's mood is even better in spring. I have been bending all winter, my back is straight, and my cheerful smile is full of hope. The park is full of excitement again. Young people who take pictures, old people who fish and children who catch insects are all intoxicated in the embrace of nature and linger on.
People are busier in spring. As the saying goes, a year's plan lies in spring. You see, in the streets of the city, busy figures shuttle back and forth, and farmers sow the seeds of hope in the fields of the countryside. On the wall of the classroom, there is a curriculum for the new semester. There are many fruits of knowledge in the new book waiting for us to collect.
I love spring. I like to smell the flowers, see the new green of the trees and listen to Xiao Wu's songs. I love spring because it is full of vitality and new hope!
6. Autumn is so beautiful. The autumn wind blows the Buddha slightly, making a small sound, like a little girl playing the piano and playing beautiful music for us.
Autumn has come, the leaves on the tree are yellow, and the yellow leaves rest on the tree like birds; Leaves fall in the air like birds, and leaves fall to the ground sparsely like sleeping; There are also pieces that fall to the ground, just like putting a new golden coat on the earth.
But pines and cypresses are different. It is still so green and so high, covered with green gauze clothes, as if standing guard for people. Some are not pine and cypress, but their leaves are also green, giving people an illusion, as if they are still in the hazy spring scenery.
In autumn, rice fields in Huang Chengcheng are like a golden ocean. The sky is blue, like an endless sea. This time is a day that the farmer's uncle has been looking forward to for a long time. This is a bumper harvest day for farmers' uncles. The farmer's uncle will definitely bring a sickle to harvest rice. This joy is beyond words. At this time, the fruit is ripe. Looking at these fruits, my heart and mouth will definitely drool.
In autumn, other flowers have withered, but all kinds of chrysanthemums still bloom so beautifully. Add a lot of color to autumn.
7. Write beautiful scenery on the third day. In the summer morning, my parents took me to the suburbs to play.
After arriving in the suburbs, I was fascinated by the beautiful scenery here. The blue sky covers the earth, just like a mother caressing her child. On the ground, the mountain is high and white clouds hover around it. At the foot of the mountain, there is a forest, which is the home of birds, and countless birds are singing and playing in the forest. There is a clear river in the middle of the Woods. The water in the river is very clear, pebbles can be seen at the bottom of the river, and the river reflects the scenery on both sides.
Look, there is a little turtle. It poked its head out carefully, looked around, saw the grass shaking, and shrank its head, feet and tail into a hard shell. There are also small fish in the river. They always play endlessly in the river all day, sometimes playing hide-and-seek, sometimes swimming and sometimes jumping. On the river bank, there are many colorful flowers. When the breeze blows, flowers are dancing. Their dance made butterflies and bees run around them and refused to leave.
It's beautiful here! Time to go home. I am sad. I think I will come here again.
Adopt, dear ~
8. Imitate the winter scenery in Jiangnan. It is enough to describe a season in 200~300 words. My hometown is a small village in Yingcheng, Hubei.
I like spring in my hometown because it gives life to the earth, summer in my hometown because it has people's hard work, autumn in my hometown because it has abundant fruits, and winter in my hometown because it has fairy-tale dreams. In spring, the snow and ice melt, the wind is clear and the day is warm, and the weather is as clear as a blue paper. A few thin white clouds float slowly in the wind like ice melted by the sun.
Miss Chun came to the world again with a happy mood, only to see that she threw the colorful scarf she had knitted for a year into the world again. In an instant, everything came back to life. You see, the slim girl Liu has put on her green hair again. Strong and stubborn Xiaocaoge once again struggled with hard stones; And the stream, flowing happily, "Ding Ding Dong Dong, Ding Ding Dong Dong" seems to be playing a cheerful tune.
The whole spring is full of vitality. In summer, the sun is like fire, and the trees are lush. When cicadas know it, they keep calling on the treetops, "It's hot, it's hot."
But people are still tirelessly busy in the fields. Although it is very hot in summer, people are sweating. Although it is so hot during the day, it has become a paradise for people to entertain at night.
People often move out of their cool beds and put them in the yard, and then the family sits on them and looks up at the Milky Way in the sky. Sometimes children will snuggle up in front of their grandparents and let them tell a story or two, which is especially kind. But sometimes this is not the case. The children are all together, scrambling to chase fireflies in the forest. Fireflies are flickering at the top of the forest, like sapphires hidden in leaves, which makes the children breathless.
Autumn wind blows and leaves fall. From a distance, it looks like a group of yellow butterflies playing under the tree. When I stepped into the field, I saw the ears of rice hanging heavily, cotton peaches like small trees and egg-like tidbits. Oh, it's not a paddy field, it's a golden ocean; Not a cotton field, but a world of silver.
When I walked into my yard, I saw pomegranate blushing and the fruit tree bent over with laughter. Grandma squinted with joy and said to me, "This year is another bumper year." In winter, the wind makes snowflakes fly all over the sky, like a fairy, pulling up the white edge of the skirt and spreading it, like willow flowers, hanging a white snow curtain for us, and like the white powder written by the teacher on the blackboard, it is thrown into the sky by naughty children and turned into jade chips.
In a short time, the whole world is made of powder and jade. The children were so happy that they all rushed out of the house to play with their friends, as if they didn't feel cold at all. Laughter and the rustling of snowflakes blend together to make the whole winter a happy paradise for children.
I love my hometown because it gives me happiness, happiness and good memories. It will always be my happy paradise.