There he goes again. A white cloud floated by. On the grassland, there is his figure. Look! He is chasing the little white sheep to play. Happy laughter lets us into their world, and gentle hands touch us. How comfortable! We became friends.
We heard a sweet song. It's him, coming. In the forest, we can hear him and the green leaves happily giving a concert. His singing fascinates us. Those beautiful petals are flying in the air. He is dancing with butterflies.
Ugh ... I was shut up in the corner of the room crying because I was sad, but he came as soon as I opened the window. He comforted me kindly and calmed my impetuous heart. Because of his existence, I feel that the world is full of love all the time.
Who is he? Do you want to know? When he is angry, he will take people's lives away, which is a vicious side; When he is happy, he will take your sad troubles far away, which is a kind side. He also helps people do many things. Even if he is angry with human beings, he always helps us a lot.
He is the wind.
The wind in spring is soft. He helped us wake up the sleeping buds, let them open their eyes and see that the cold winter has passed and the vibrant spring is coming again.
The wind in summer is cool and pleasant. The farmer's uncle is tired from work and has a rest. As soon as the cool breeze blows, the fatigue quickly disappears, like a clear spring flowing into our hearts.
The autumn wind is pleasant. When the wind blows, the clothes on the ground turn into evening dresses, shining. When the fruit is ripe, farmer Bobo's efforts are rewarded. Autumn is really cool.
The wind in winter is biting. Oh! It's cold. The wind hits the face, the ground and the tree. There is no sign of life at all, only the frightening wind.
The wind, like people, has feelings, sometimes good and sometimes bad. However, because of him, we feel happier.
Listen! The leaves are cheering. Who is here?
Well, the wind.
2. Imitate a composition of more than 600 words. Imitate the composition of grade one to grade two. Imitate the original text casually. August 7, 2009.
The summer camp finally started, and I was excited for a long time. Today, we went to our destination-Lingxi by bus.
After the opening ceremony, we will visit the bee garden along the landscape lights. At first, we were all very excited. Someone sang, and everyone was talking and laughing, which was very strong. Every time we pass a village, the old coach stops to cheer the group up and sing. The sixth team is not far behind, and the songs are one after another, and the sound is very loud. Everyone is very happy. After about a kilometer's journey, we arrived at the first rest point. After all, we have never traveled such a long distance before, so we sat down wearily. The accompanying school reporter also interviewed us, and a boy walked away shyly.
In this way, we laughed and walked all the way, and the rest next to me were locals. So he became our "guide" along the way, and he could tell us exactly how many hotels and several new houses were nearby. Every time his tenor is always a blockbuster, sometimes it makes Zhu Wei turn around, which is very funny. Finally, we arrived at the bee garden and ended the life of the bees.
In the evening, all activities were cancelled because of the rain, but we still couldn't stop our enthusiasm for collective life. Although the day is tired and bitter, we still can't sleep. We kept whispering to each other until the coach came to inspect me. I was still very excited and refused to sleep for a long time.
2009.8.8
Today is the second day of the summer camp, and we started the most abundant day. At nine o'clock in the morning, we began to climb the mountain. We talked and laughed all the way, and the songs echoed in the valley. We collect specimens in the morning, pack jiaozi on the mountain at noon and cook by ourselves. When jiaozi was wrapped, everyone was in a hurry. Every bag looked like a steamed stuffed bun. In the afternoon, we started a fishing competition. As soon as we went in, the fish ran around and didn't catch any. At this time, coach Wang said, "No one is allowed to have dinner unless he gets wet." Everyone reveled and had a water fight. In the evening, the bonfire party cancelled due to rain yesterday was held as scheduled. With us were teachers and students from Railway Primary School, and Sashido became lively. Outside the door, on the window, there are villagers who come to watch. With the leaders in place, students came in one after another.
First, six teams performed programs respectively, mostly singing. Only our team has a unique style and put on a good show. Even their teacher is interesting. They beat cats and mice, twisted their waists, shook their left hands and stretched out their right hands, which made us laugh. The students of the first primary school also performed a cheerful duet, and the childish voice made people happy. They also performed a chorus.
Next, the students "showed their magical powers" and Wang Jiajun of our team jumped up. At first, his voice was very low, as if writing a background for a touching story. The later, the faster the voice, the higher the tone, and the sudden end, as if a touching story had a happy ending. A classmate's words are even more interesting, saying that he would like to present a song "Brothers" to his male compatriots. What about the female compatriots? Sisters? Don't! "I can't sing my sister, I can't sing my mother, and I can't sing my sister. Come and sing love when I die. " Finally, everyone fainted by quoting the classic sentence "Aha" from Xiao Shenyang.
Happy times are always so short. Soon, the party ended. Under the guidance of our tutor, we sang "The Same Song" and "Unforgettable Tonight" and spent this unforgettable night.
2009.8.9
Today is the last day. We want to make solar cars and helicopters to tell everyone to protect the environment. We were reluctant to leave, but we got on the bus leading to school. Instructor Cao, who likes excitement, naturally won't miss this opportunity: "Instructor Li didn't sing at the bonfire party yesterday", "Yes", "Let him give us a piece", "Yes", "You can sing whatever I say" and "Yes!" When I tell you to sing, you sing. You can sing. Dishonorable. The instructor's humorous words amused us at once. Li, our instructor, got up and sang a few words. As a result, instructor Cao said, "There are two Li in our car, and they call that one to sing. As a result, this one sang again. You must sing this time. " Under the booing of the classmates, the instructor Li also sang, and I couldn't help admiring the eloquence of the instructor Cao.
At about 4 pm, we arrived at the school, ending the three-day journey, ending the three-day struggle and happiness, leaving precious wealth in life.
Write a 600-word composition on the topic that he is coming (in winter). Grandpa Winter hurriedly took over Miss Qiu's class and came to our side. It brings the biting cold wind and the scene of dead branches and leaves, which makes us feel that winter is coming!
It's foggy in the morning. The milky fog hangs over the earth, and there is white everywhere. Walking on the road, you can't see the figure clearly dozens of steps away; From the dense fog, you can only vaguely see the buildings and trees in front. In the fog, I heard the car, but I couldn't see the figure. Only the headlights are blinking like eyes.
The cold brought by winter is everywhere, even when there is no wind on a sunny day, it is dry and cold. Naked. Bare trees stood piteously on both sides of Jiang Bin Road, and the once vibrant grass finally failed to support and withered. The little flowers on the grass also fell asleep. The north wind is blowing, and young trees are struggling in the cold wind; The grass crawled on the ground as if afraid of the sudden cold wind.
In such cold weather, you can also see some strong people who are not afraid of the cold wind. In front of the national flag station on campus, the green figure is flashing. Those are rows of slender cypress trees. In the cold winter, they are so rich and green and full of vitality. On the road by the river, many cycads are planted. Its long and narrow leaves shine green in severe winter, adding greenery to white winter and embellishing the cold winter.
The early morning in winter is very lively. In Jiang Bin Park, people who exercise can be seen everywhere. In the vast fog, the figure kept shaking. The young people dressed up as athletes, all full of energy. They are running and jumping, full of energy and blood. The old people also went out of the house, reaching out on the grass, kicking and jumping, radiant. Although they are old people, they are as good as young people in sports, and they are struggling with the biting cold. Looking in that direction again, even children of seven or eight years old follow adults in a proper way. They ran panting and their heads were steaming. Look, what a vibrant winter!
I like winter because it can temper people's will and make them stronger. You finally came in winter!
4. Imitate a composition according to the story. A 500-word hot summer has passed, and cool autumn has come again.
The autumn sky seems to be painted, blue enough to burn your eyes. The air is also very fresh, and it is very comfortable to take a breath. Everything in autumn seems to be new, which makes people feel that there is a little vitality everywhere.
Although most of the flowers and trees in autumn have withered, as long as you look carefully, you will find the "New World". Look, what is that? It's autumn chrysanthemum, colorful and colorful. It's really delightful. Look at the petals, slender, one after another. Autumn chrysanthemum seems to be connected by this slender hand, just like a child holding hands in circles. Close to them, a fragrance tempts my nose again, and standing for a while will definitely make us relaxed and happy.
The fields in autumn are a golden scene; This is a busy scene; This is a scene of bumper harvest. Walking into the field is like being in a golden ocean. Under the sunlight, it sparkles, and heaven and earth are integrated, and it is golden everywhere. The meal is also very interesting, one by one with a big belly, as if it were going to explode. In this field, standing for a while also makes people feel crisp in autumn.
The fruit on the tree is maturing, and the fruit farmers in the field are busier. In urban and rural areas, workers, students, children and the elderly all come out to enjoy the beautiful scenery, relax, watch autumn colors, collect specimens and do their own things. "A hard work, a harvest", hard work, in exchange for harvest, full of joy.
Autumn is like the god of color, which makes the colors of plants gradually thicken.
Autumn, like the god of harvest, has brought countless fruits to people.
Autumn is like a god of joy, bringing people the joy of harvest.
Write a composition. I came to junior high school. Six years of primary school, how many laughter rings in my ears, how many bitterness and bitterness make me remember.
But in junior high school, everything must start from "0". On the first night of boarding at school, moonlight poured into the dormitory through the window, and I heard someone sobbing slightly in the dim light. Oh, it's me ... I don't know why I cried, but I obviously insisted on staying in such a far school! Mom asked, "Can you do it?" I replied: "Men should be self-reliant!" On this moonlit night, I am very homesick and miss my mother ... When I enter the new classroom for the first time, an inexplicable melancholy will quietly come to my mind. Where have I ever laughed so innocently? Because I am generally at a loss about 54 classmates, will you be my friend in the future? When I entered junior high school, I only felt that the time of primary school was so far away from me, and seeing my old classmates was not as kind as before.
I seem to be far behind others on this new track. Students don't know me, teachers don't know me, and the environment is strange ... but I believe I will integrate into the new group! Looking back at primary school is like an unforgettable movie; Entering junior high school, I will learn to cherish; Looking ahead, is that still a "?" . Love my parents, teachers and classmates, please believe that I can do it. Straighten into an amazing "!" .
Wait, my junior high school life, I will come! If junior high school life is the sea of Wang Yang, I would like to ride the wind and waves; If junior high school life is a forest, I would like to sing for it in the branches; If junior high school life is fertile soil, I want to thrive here.
6. How to imitate the writing brush Li to write a composition? Please consult. The homework assigned by teacher 3Q is in an alley today. There is a stall that makes sugar people. The stall owner is a master surnamed Zhang, with exquisite craftsmanship. The sugar man he made is sweet and beautiful, and everyone calls him "sugar man Zhang". Everyone knows master Zhang's craft, and the delicious sugar man attracts people to wait from six in the morning. Moreover, one day in a year, Sugar Sugar Zhang Man accepted an apprentice named Liu Xiaoer. At first, he just pasted sugar, cut sticks and carried boxes behind his back. But his heart has long wanted to learn this skill from his master. Well, it's not an eye-opener this time! That day, Liu Xiaoer had nothing to do, watching the master be a sugar man. As usual, the master scooped up a cup of sugar and poured it on the mold. He saw that his gesture was light, and he turned lightly in mid-air. The sugar in the cup is poured evenly on the mold, heavy or light, and more or less sugar is poured out. Soon, a lifelike dragon appeared, and the children jumped around happily. Liu Xiaoer also tried, but he didn't know what it was. Liu Xiaoer wondered? I have studied for so long and worked hard, but why? Seeing the doubts in Liu Xiaoer's heart, the master smiled and said, "Xiao Er, you should be calm when you are a sugar man. Don't shake your hands, control the amount of sugar, just use it as a brush and start painting, so as to ensure it. Coupled with hard practice, it is not far to be a delicate sugar man. Ah, you should learn, ah ... "This is the strange sugar Zhang Man.
7. I get pleasure from listening. I like being alone. I love to find a good place when spring blossoms, listen quietly and listen to the sound of flowers.
In the changeable world of mortals and secular shackles, only in this way can I find an eternal moment, get rid of all other thoughts, let the beauty of nature relieve my mental fatigue and get the happiness of that moment. Epiphyllum is the representative of short life. Her glory is only fleeting, but it blooms at a critical moment.
She told me that the glory of life, although only for a moment, is very real. After all, all life will eventually turn to dust and go with the wind. The short-lived truth is like a meteor passing by in a hurry, but it has carved a string of gentle traces on the journey and then buried in the torrent of time.
Every life yearns for even a short attention. So I know that life doesn't care how long it is, but the significance and mediocrity of a century are not as good as a brilliant moment, because the happiness of this moment can affect a person's life.
Sunflowers bloom alone in the scorching sun. She burns like a fire, burning the * * * in her heart. She never complains, and she will not be discouraged by this vicious environment. But the more she shines, the more she brings coolness to this difficult afternoon with the water drops of petals. She doesn't care how many people stop for her, she is just realizing her life value alone-being happy for opening up.
Lotus, she "emerges from the mud without being stained", "straight through the outside, not crawling, graceful and pure, smelling far and clear". She tells people with her pure petals that she has a heart that doesn't go with the flow, and she has a noble and proud sentiment. She told people that a gentleman should be like this, keep beautiful in the distance and convey happiness in beauty.
Flowers bloom with affection and flowers fall with affection. Listening to the sound of flowers blooming and falling is like listening to the eternity of life. Life is a beautiful flower, and the beauty in the rippling sight is also the beauty of listening. Sometimes you don't need too many words to decorate.
Flowers bloom, speechless; Flowers fall, speechless. That dazzling beauty has never been ignored by anyone, and that tragic happiness has never been forgotten.
Learn to listen and be happy in the sound of flowers blooming and falling.