After the rain, the air was fresh and I walked out of the house. Everything has just faded away from the traces of rain. Looking up at the sky, I saw a rainbow standing in the sky.
The appearance of red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue and purple rainbows makes the originally gloomy sky have traces of sunshine, as if all the wonderful colors in the world are blooming at this moment. It is so smooth, so gentle, and does not make people feel vulgar. It floats gently in the sky, erasing the haze and decorating the sky after the rain. I looked at the rainbow and watched it fade away.
Rainbow exists for a short time, but it leaves people with the best memories. The sky and rain and dew make it so beautiful that when it disappears, it will not leave a trace.
Haven't we existed longer than rainbows? I think this is the whole of life. Cherish life and play unlimited value in limited life; Try to do everything well and make life colorful, just like a rainbow.
This is the rainbow, not the length but the perfection.
The weather is fine and the beautiful rainbow is still in my mind.
I only had a little time, so I copied a copy when I didn't have time to play, hehe, it would be faster.
Write a 300-word landscape composition, and then imitate an article saying that there is a beautiful small park downstairs. Every summer, the green grass is accompanied by roses of all colors, and people passing by will stop to praise it.
I love these lovely roses more. Speaking of roses, everyone knows. Everybody knows that! Rose is the object of my praise, and I know that rose symbolizes long-term love.
Roses are colorful, red is better than fire, pink is like rosy clouds, and white is elegant … but she is not as elegant as peony; Not as fragrant as osmanthus; Nor does it stand proudly like a chrysanthemum; Unlike plum blossom, she is ordinary. Even though the pink peach blossoms in March attracted many tourists, the white roses in the yard made me reluctant to go, and several small white petals formed a small bud.
When I get up in the morning, dew is rolling on the buds of roses, giving off a strange fragrance, giving people an elegant and fresh feeling. Peeling it off, we can see that there are many slender stamens in the middle of the petals with yellow dots on them.
In the undulating spring breeze, white roses dance like little girls. Ah, white rose, you don't express yourself with bright colors, but repay the Spring and Autumn with a white heart.
After a night, the roses are in full bloom. The flowers are simple and generous, and the petals are layered and slightly rolled down. Under the sunlight, the petals shine like a layer of bright oil.
The whole flower held its head high like a victorious general. It greedily sucks the dew of spring and enjoys the warm sunshine bath.
There is a golden stamen in the middle of the petals, and the top of the stamen is stuck with pollen, which exudes intoxicating fragrance, attracting a group of bees to run around, butterflies flying and lovely roses. The wind is blowing and the roses are swaying.
No matter who passes by her, I think she is smiling and nodding at you; When you stop to admire her, you will feel the fragrance of flowers blowing on your face and refreshing. Ah, Rose, although you are just an ordinary flower, you have a special spirit that I admire and move.
3. Imitate the composition "My Paradise" in 300 words. My Paradise Composition in 300 words Everyone has a paradise and grows and matures in this paradise.
Today, I want to talk about my paradise-my grandfather's old house. In my memory, I often play hide-and-seek with my friends. Under the table, under the bed, and even in the vat, are all good places for us to hide.
As time went on, I grew up and learned to appreciate. In the morning, if you look at the green vegetable leaves, you will find that there are still a few naughty drops of water flowing on the leaves.
I always hold it curiously, lest it run away. When playing in vegetable fields, I occasionally see grandpa working in the fields.
Whenever this happens, I always jump over and ask my grandfather to play with me. Grandpa always puts down his work and warmly hugs me with his big hand.
He held me in his arms and began to tell stories, usually myths or stories that scared me. For example, in the legend, there is a black wind monster on the mountain. Any child who doesn't listen, Black Wind will take him away ... Whenever I talk about it, my grandfather always laughs ... I love my paradise, everything here, and I love my grandfather more.
4. Imitation of Fairy Tales Composition 300 words Spring is a little girl dressed beautifully, and she walks on the earth.
When Mr. Chun came to our campus, he first grabbed a bare branch and blew it gently, and the tree pulled out new green leaves. Miss Chun was afraid that the tree was too lonely, so she pointed a little. There are more flowers and birds chirping under the tree. They are all thanking Miss Chun! Miss Chun left with satisfaction.
Spring girl came to the desolate field, so in a kiss, the field was covered with seedlings, the field was covered with weeds, and many colorful wildflowers were dotted in the middle. Butterflies and bees are busy collecting honey! They are all thanking Miss Chun! Miss Chun left with satisfaction. When Miss Chun was tired from walking, she stopped.
Suddenly, her body turned into a towering tree, her face turned into colorful flowers, and her tears turned into a gurgling stream. She is integrated with nature because she belongs to nature.
(transferred from Baidu).
In spring, a hundred flowers blossom, and a hundred flowers blossom.
I like pear blossoms in January and Spring Festival in February, but I prefer peach blossoms in March. How beautiful the peach blossoms are in March! Peach blossoms in my hometown are the most beautiful in spring. The peach blossoms that grandma planted in the garden are beautiful beyond description.
That is vast beauty; That is unknown beauty. Just after a spring rain, peach blossoms opened and petals were everywhere.
Walking into the Peach Blossom Garden, it smells of earth. How long has it been since you breathed such fresh air? Compared with the city streets, Grandma's Peach Blossom Garden is like a fairyland, which will make you crazy. Peach blossom has five petals, which are pink. The petals are shallow in the middle and deep outside. From shallow to deep, there is a sense of hierarchy. How beautiful.
Not only modern people like peach blossoms, but also ancient people like peach blossoms. How many ancient poems have peach blossoms, how many paintings have peach blossoms. Peach blossom, peach blossom, how red are you? Look at some budding flowers in the garden. They are pink, like a shy little girl who doesn't want to see anyone, but most of them are in full bloom. They are very gorgeous, and they seem to show their beauty when guests come.
Another breeze blew a peach blossom. This land is too big to fall into my hands. If you look closely, you will find it different: it is more beautiful; It is more gorgeous; Better looking; It smells better. A small peach blossom, let me indulge in it, is this the fate between me and peach blossom? Peach blossom, peach blossom ... Peach blossom is the most beautiful in spring; Peach blossoms are the most fragrant in spring; Peach blossoms in spring are the most worthy of praise and love.
Peach blossom in my hometown, how can I forget you?
6. 1 original sentence 200 words extract 300 words imitation: trust often creates a beautiful realm. -"Pearl Bird"
Imitation: Respect often builds a bridge of communication.
2 original sentence: like a shower, it is a rapid drum sound; Like a whirlwind, it is a flying tassel; Like a frog, it is a jumping step; Like a spark, it is a flashing pupil; Fighting tigers is a powerful charm. -Ansai waist drum
Imitation: if it thunders, it is a fierce drum sound; Like a meteor, it is a waving drumstick; Like a mountain, it is a strong body; Like fire, it is a passionate emotion; Like lightning, it is a dancing figure.
3 original sentence: blow it! Blowing azalea red, blowing willow green, blowing Liu Yeer's whistle: as if telling a strange myth seriously, humming a song of love and sadness; Blow it, wake up the people who are still sleeping! -"Three points of spring scenery and one point of sorrow"
Imitation: Blow! Blowing the blue sky, blowing the yellow leaves, dancing with the leaves: as if dancing leisurely and mysteriously, praying for life and death; Blow, blow the ripe fruit that is still sleeping!
I didn't expect/a seed floating from childhood/to take root in my heart.
Unexpectedly, an unremarkable pebble stirred up ripples in my heart lake.
5 original sentence: the fragrance of beans and wheat on both sides of the river and grass at the bottom of the river is mixed with water vapor; The moonlight is hazy in the steam. The faint black rolling hills, like warm iron ridges, ran far to the stern, but I felt that the ship was very slow. -"Social Drama"
Imitation: the smell of lotus flowers on the lake and camphor trees on both sides of the river is mixed in the air and comes face to face; The sun is jumping on the water. White clouds, like galloping horseshoes, are ever-changing in the sky, but I thought they were still.
6 original sentence: the roof tiles in rainy days, with wet ribbons, are gray and gentle, with dim light and dark backlight, which is a low comfort to vision. As for the rain that hits the scale tile, it is light and heavy from far and near, and there is a trickle flowing down the tile trough and eaves. All kinds of tapping and sliding sounds are closely woven into a net, and its fingers are in the spiral. "It's raining", the gentle grey beauty came, and her cold hands brushed countless black keys grey keys on the roof, turning noon into dusk. -"Listening to the Cold Rain"
Imitation: The house on a snowy day shines with soft ice light, white and crystal clear, sunny and gentle drizzle, which is an elegant enjoyment for the eyes. As for the snow falling on the thousand needles, it is thin and thick from top to bottom, and a little snow falls along the trunk and needles. All kinds of big snowflakes and fine snow overlap into a picture, whose wolf pen is waving the scenery. "It's snowing", the beautiful winter girl comes, and her white dancing shoes spin countless tangos and waltzes on the earth, turning the morning into night.
7 Original: Rain, like silver-gray sticky spider silk, weaves into a soft net and nets the whole autumn world. The sky is dark, too, like the roof of an old house covered with cobwebs. The pile of gray clouds in the sky is like white powder peeling off the roof. -Zhang Ailing's Autumn Rain
Imitation: Snow, like white and smooth pieces of paper, flies into a thin yarn, covering the whole winter world. The sky is also white, like a newly painted white wall in a brand-new room. Silver moon, which was looming that day, was like a faint trace on a white wall.
7. Write a composition about plants in 300 words. The task outside today is to observe plants. We have observed many plants, so you can observe them carefully!
The first plant I observed was like green onion. Half is red, and the lower half is green. I am surprised that there is a yellow thing with a black spot between the two leaves connected with it. What is that? I think it may be where other leaves grow!
The second plant is a green cactus. It grows a small cactus on the cactus. This kind of cactus is unusual. It shrinks when touched, and then slowly recovers, just like a coward.
The third plant is a kind of grass. It looks like a tree. The edges of the leaves are white and prickly, and the center of the leaves is green. This grass hurts me. The autumn wind blew slightly outside the window, and the grass swayed with the wind, as if waving to me.
I am very happy today, because I know many secrets about plants.
8. Imitation of "Squirrel" is about 300 words. My family has a little white dog. It is covered with snow-white hair and feels soft, like wearing a clean white sweater. A pair of big eyes turn straight, like two black gems; There are small ears on the top of the head, and the nose is flat and often wet. Grandma said that this is a sign of dog health; The pointed tail is very flexible and often swings from side to side, but if you hurt the little white dog, it will bark with its tail between its legs, which is a bit like "running away with its tail between its legs" in the book.
I like watching little white dogs eat best. One day, I took a piece of meat.
The little white dog saw it and ran around me. I spit out the meat, and the little white dog jumped up and bit with his mouth open. Then it presses the meat with its front foot and tears it bit by bit with its teeth. It was really delicious, and it soon fell down.
After eating, it licked its mouth with its tongue, as if remembering the delicious meal just now. You can also contribute a little white dog to sleep, which is also very interesting. When the weather is warm, the little white dog likes to sleep on the ground, with his front legs extended forward and his hind legs extended backward, or lying comfortably with his feet pointing in the same direction.
When winter comes, the little white dog is afraid of the cold. He buried his head tightly between his legs and curled up to sleep. If the little white dog is happy, he will sleep on all fours and his stomach will swell with breathing.
The little white dog woke up and stretched himself. He stretched out his front feet for a long time, took a deep breath and arched himself. It's very cute.
My mother sometimes sits in the living room knitting a sweater. When she was not careful, the wool ball rolled to the ground. When the little white dog's ears move, it rushes over like lightning, and its flexible big eyes keep looking for it. Then, when he jumped, he held the ball tightly and played happily. It jumps around, rolls the ball to the left, rolls it to the right, and slaps it with its front paws, just like a child playing with a ball. How interesting! The little white dog is not only cute, but also smart.
One night, we took the little white dog for a walk. Walking, I suddenly found that the little white dog behind me was gone.
Where the hell did it go? There are so many roads here, will the little white dog get lost? We hurried to look for it, but we couldn't find it for a long time. I don't know if the little white dog was stolen or went somewhere else. My mother and I are anxious like ants on hot bricks, running around, but we can't see the little white dog.
Finally, we got tired of looking. Dad said, "Let's go home!" Along the way, I was so sad that I kept thinking about the little white dog and didn't want to say a word.
When I walked up the stairs, I heard a puppy barking. "Could it be our little white dog?" I think like this, three steps and two steps, quickly rushed up the stairs, where the little white dog has been waiting for a long time. Seeing us back, the little white dog shook its tail at once. "ah! Little white dog! " I cried happily and picked up the little white dog. I was extremely happy.
I really like this cute and clever little white dog.
9. The composition imitates Shan Yu's 300-word "Torrential Rain" and echoes in my ears all night ... They are countless fingers stretching down from the sky and stroking the dark earth.
In the sound of falling and singing, I silently listened to their contact with the earth. They patted the roof of my hut gently, and their voices were very gentle: the thatched grass sucked the rain, but before the rain beads made a crisp sound on the roof, the soft grass had sucked them dry, leaving only a slight hiss in the night, just like a low sigh ... They landed on the leaves outside the window and made a crackling sound, like many people clapping in the distance, clapping one after another.
This is not warm applause, but gentle and restrained, and it seems to be driven by an invisible force and keeps going. What is worth applauding on this lonely cold night? They fell into the river with a crisp rustle.
This is the kiss of water and water, crystal clear, heaven and earth * * * filled in this inextricably linked handover ... they also knocked on my doors and windows. This irregular voice seems to have been whispering to me: Hey, what are you doing under the eaves? Walking into the rain, we will wash away your physical and mental fatigue.
You come out. Suddenly, they came into my house.
At first, it was on the ground, making "tick" and "tick" sounds, just like a trumpet in a symphony. It's my roof that leaks rain. The rain soaked the thatch on the roof and penetrated into the house.
Soon, this crisp "tick" sound reached the table beside my bed, turned into a heavy "tick" sound, and then reached the top of my mosquito net, turned into a dull "poop-poop" sound ... Next, it should extend to my bedding, body and face. I don't want to stop them from visiting or entering.
Let them go, let the sound in this room blend with thousands of sounds between heaven and earth outside, let me become a part of the rain and moisten myself and the world at the same time.
10. Please write a composition of 300 words (Grade 3). The hot summer has passed, and the beautiful and cool autumn has come.
Autumn is coming, and the weather is getting colder and colder. The green leaves on the tree turned yellow. A gust of autumn wind blew the branches in a mess. The yellow leaves on the tree fell to the foot of the tree one by one, just like helping my mother put on a golden coat.
Autumn has come, and the chrysanthemums in the garden are all in bloom, some are crimson, some are white and some are golden. Some are like dolls' fluffy hair, some are like beautiful fireworks, and some are like ribbons. It's all beautiful and charming!
Autumn is coming, and the fruit trees in the orchard are covered with all kinds of fruits, including apples, Sydney and persimmons. Fruit farmers are also busy. The whole orchard is full of joy of harvest, and everyone is dancing, cheering and picking hard. The scene of harvest is like a picture scroll.
Why is nature beautiful? Because there are four seasons, but I like autumn best, because it has fallen leaves, erect chrysanthemums and more fruits. ...