Everything seems to be boiling, shouting and smiling. The moon is clear, the sunset is warm and the smoke on the roof is dancing.
The leaves quietly put on new clothes, gold or red. Orchards, forests, look, a large area. Step on it, lie down, pick two pieces as bookmarks, take two pieces as souvenirs, walk a few steps and sweep a few piles of fallen leaves. The wind is rustling and the leaves are rustling.
Peaches, pears, persimmons, you won't let me, I won't let you, they are all full of fruits. Pink is like rouge, yellow is like gold, and red is like lanterns. The air is full of attractive fruit fragrance; Close your eyes, your mouth seems to be full of sweet juice. Under the tree, farmers' uncles were busy harvesting, and cheerful laughter spread to the horizon. Chrysanthemums also join in the fun: in the field, in the garden, huge and petite, like an autumn date, in high spirits.
"Untie three autumn leaves", yes, like sweeping autumn leaves with a broom. The wind is full of the smell of golden wheat waves, mixed with the smell of sweat, and the smell of various fruits, which set off a harvest movement. These geese are going to fly to the south for the winter. They are arranged in herringbone in the sky for a while, and then in words, flying over mountains and rivers and water, so that everyone who is ready to go home can think about it. The open space in front of and behind the house is also full of golden grain stacks at this time.
The rain is a little cold, an autumn rain and a cold. Don't worry. Listen, like wind chimes, like knocking, like clapping, gently and quietly playing, playing a harmonious autumn movement. The brighter the leaves, the yellower the yellow, and the stream is flowing happily. Cooking at night, the smoke curling up, and the attractive rice fragrance came to my face, which made people who were rushing home more anxious. In cities, railway tracks and buses, there are countless people who are sleepy in the rain, and others walk alone on the road with umbrellas and ponchos. Rows of their houses were silent in the rain.
Autumn, like a postman delivering parcels, brings everyone a gift of harvest. It's busy.
Autumn is like a middle-aged man, mature and steady, smiling and diligent.
Autumn is like a Taoist, with gentle eyes and eyebrows, which show us the true meaning of life.
2. "Spring" 5 natural paragraph imitation 400 words Spring is coming! Everything is reviving, and the winter jasmine is smiling at us. Peach blossoms are smiling, and azaleas, peony flowers and roses are also blooming.
The fragrance of flowers ushered in a few lively and lovely little bees. They are busy sucking the honey from this flower and that flower. Suddenly, several little butterflies flew over. They smell the fragrance of this flower and that flower, as if to say, "Xiaohua, are you so fragrant and beautiful?" Then they flew to the front of the little bee, as if to say to the little bee, "Little bee, aren't you tired of going out early and coming home late every day?" The grass jumped out of the grass and grew green buds.
There are many small wild flowers growing on the grass, including red, golden yellow, lavender and dark blue ... colorful small wild flowers, which are more beautiful and lovely with green grass. A breeze blew, and the grass and small wild flowers danced a cheerful waltz.
Willow stretched herself and woke up from her sleep. It immediately grew green shoots by magic. It becomes beautiful. Fengshen breathed a sigh of relief, and the willow's "hair" fluttered with the mountain and looked very beautiful. Spring, you are really a colorful season.
3. Write the composition of Spring in 400-500 words. Spring is a light-footed painter. When you notice its arrival, it has painted every corner with colors-pink, light yellow, snow white ... and of course, more light green. The grass on the roadside sucks the dew in spring, as if it were an ingenious textile expert, weaving a green carpet with bits and pieces of green. Yingchun is not afraid of the cold. Green, open, open, the first to use life to report the arrival of spring to people. Peach blossoms in full bloom are like pieces of rouge, dyeing the rich mountains and rivers red. The morning glow in spring is like pink on a girl's face, showing such softness, such purity, such change and polymorphism, such profundity and affection. I can't help but think of an ancient poem: "Jasper makeup trees are high, and thousands of strands of blue silk hang down." The spring breeze in February is like scissors. "Yes, the warm spring breeze is like a magic and dexterous scissors! I came to the campus before I was finished. On both sides of the central road, willows and wickers are dotted with countless new green leaves, which sway comfortably in the spring breeze, like a girl's flowing long hair and a fairy's gentle veil. The Chinese rose is also in bloom, which is too shy and fragrant. In this spring season, red flowers are as gorgeous as the sun; Blue flowers are as clear as the sky. The ancients said: "A year's plan lies in spring, and a day's plan lies in the morning. "In the spring morning, the air is fresh, people get up early, some practice qigong in the mountains, some walk in the park, some read books ... In spring, people can go out for a trip and have a picnic in the suburbs, which brings joy to people. In spring, you are not as cold as winter, nor as hot as summer. You are warm, fresh and full of vitality, which is the most precious season among the four seasons.
4. Imitate the composition of "Spring" 4 10, and everything seems to be boiling, shouting and smiling. The water is warm, the air is sweet, and butterflies are dancing.
Willow quietly put on new clothes, bright green, dotted with. Lake, garden, look, large and large. Lie down, break two branches and stick them in the soil, take a few steps and take some photos. The wind is warm and the wicker is soft.
Begonia, Sophora japonica, wisteria, you won't let me, I won't let you, all competing to bloom. Pink is like rouge, white is like snowflake, and purple is like a gem. The air is filled with faint or rich fragrance, as if incense had spread all over the earth. When you close your eyes, you can feel the petals brushing your cheeks, and the memory seems to stay here, such a blooming season, such a spring. Birds are everywhere: nesting among branches, singing among leaves, flying in the blue sky, black, gray and colorful, as lively and full of enthusiasm as going to a spring party.
5. Write a composition of about 400 words in the spring of the fourth grade. As the saying goes, a year's plan lies in spring, and a day's plan lies in morning.
Spring is like a beautiful girl. As long as she leaves, everything will revive, flowers will bloom, birds will sing and flowers will be fragrant, and everything will be full of vitality.
In spring, she is not as hot as summer; Not as dead as autumn, there are dead branches and leaves everywhere; Not as cold as winter. The girl in spring is gentle, and the breeze blows like a small hand, which makes people feel a little cold.
The scenery in spring is the most beautiful. The mountain in spring is emerald green, which looks like a huge emerald from a distance.
The small trees that live on the mountain are flourishing. Walking into the dense jungle, you can also smell a fresh smell of earth, which makes people feel the breath of nature.
The rain in spring is more beautiful. It falls on the grass, in the Woods and among the flowers. Infiltrate the soil gradually.
"Sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently." Let them take root and sprout, and add vitality to spring.
After the rain, the sun came out and the air was fresher. There is a dazzling scenery on the grass, trees and the earth, which is really beautiful.
Look, light green grass, green leaves ... so attractive green, I think only a painter can describe it. Perhaps because it was so beautiful, perhaps intoxicated, the swallows in the tree couldn't help singing a beautiful song "Whispering".
At this time, the river also joined the music of "Wow, Wow ……" and hummed it, forming a beautiful and harmonious song. The breeze blows, and the grass gently shakes its small body as if dancing with them.
Uncle also accompanied them with the sound of "rustling, rustling ...". Ah! You are the most touching in spring! You decorate the world with colorful green, and you give your green to everything in the world.
You are the source of life and the beginning of hope. "Where is spring? Where is spring? Spring is in that child's eyes, there are red flowers here and green grass here ... "I opened my eyes in winter in spring, and inadvertently, spring smiled ahead.
Ah, Chun! She walked with light steps, afraid to stride forward with girlish shyness. She quietly took off her gray winter coat and got closer and closer to us. I wandered in the field of spring and was brought into the fantasy of spring by a veil covering everything. I seem to see a girl in the mood for love, appearing and disappearing, dancing her elegant skirt. Could it be that she is the spring girl that people yearn for? Under the guidance of teacher Chun, I came to the park.
Wow, grass sticks out from the ground, and some spit out small buds; Flowers are scrambling to stretch their bodies under the spring breeze; The willow bud bit the winter bun and germinated; Wheat seedlings raised their muddy heads and started jointing; Bamboo shoots broke free from the cold and sprouted; Petals open the warm heart window and bloom! The waterwheel also moves freely; The river thawed, and "Ding Ding Dong Dong" began to sing ... 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.
There is an atmosphere of joy everywhere. Young people who take pictures in the park, old people who fish and children who catch insects are all intoxicated in the embrace of nature and linger on. As the saying goes, "a year's plan lies in spring."
So people in spring are busier: cars on the street are constantly shuttling through busy figures; In the rural fields, farmers are sowing the seeds of hope, which is the busiest time of the year; 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. Spring is full of vitality and colorful.
It can really be said: "Wait a minute and you will know that the east wind is always spring." Ah! I like spring. I like to smell the flowers, see the new green of trees and listen to the singing of birds.
Ah! In spring, you bring us endless joy. I love you, Spring! Listening to the heart sound of spring, the light rain outside the window falls silently. Holding a steaming cup of tea in my hand, I approached the distant shadow of Xiao Sheng's pen in the leisurely fragrance of tea and the winter snow that melted the rain calmly.
I have been longing for a snow, which arrived as scheduled on a winter morning, but it seems to be an unreachable dream for me who grew up in the south. It was last winter, a rare snowstorm broke out in the south, and my town was only covered with a thin layer of ice on the ground. The long-awaited snow still didn't surprise me as scheduled.
So, a dozen distant posts, a long-lost yearning for snow, were clearly displayed in front of me, just like the continuous spring rain outside the window, so fresh and natural, so kind and moving; It is also like the snow that appears in countless times in the dream, so crystal clear and so light and elegant. At the beginning, the shadow in the distance showed us a poetic picture of spring rain: there was no deliberate and meticulous carving, and there were no traces of heavy colors, only a few strokes like willow, such as pleasant breeze and shy spring rain, which were coming quietly; An idea of looking forward to the spring rain, a feeling of being close to nature, so inadvertently, tightly buckled my heart.
Bathed in this drizzle, I looked up and the sky was clear. "Can you come tomorrow?" How much expectation, how much longing, vaguely between the lines.
Following the brush strokes of distant shadows, walking in the spring of the northland, the light rain is lightly dyed. Snow from winter to spring once again blurred my vision: I stopped and looked across the river. Snow, you're here. You've dyed the peaks of Baiwang Mountain white, and the ivory jade color stands out in the gray sky, which is particularly beautiful.
Just like a fairy wearing a faded green dress and a white scarf, she is ashamed. The rain through the pine trees gradually diluted the spray on the stone steps, and it was faintly visible that the crystal snowflakes had quietly melted before they landed on the stone steps.
My breath forms a white mist in the dense air, and I don't want to disperse it. "In this passage, Far Shadow vividly described the situation of snow with anthropomorphic techniques. Snowflakes are as light as fairies, as shy as virgins, and leap from the paper.
My attachment to snow is so real. As you can imagine, in this case.
6. Composition I want to imitate rivers (streams) in spring. Note 400 or 500 words. Whenever spring comes, I can't seem to control my emotions. I can't help walking to the river in my hometown, because the beauty of this river fascinates me. Far away, I will hear the cheerful rushing sound of the river and play a spring fantasy. When I walked in, the river was crystal clear and small fish swam freely in it. The shrimps in the river sometimes jump out of the water and sometimes chase happily in the water. White pebbles are also clearly visible, covered by green water plants, forming a beautiful scenery with small fish and shrimp, which makes people yearn for it. The surface of the river is like a big mirror, calm and quiet, reflecting numerous willows and intoxicating green grass on both sides of the river, as well as blue sky, white clouds and birds, forming a beautiful picture. Only a gust of wind blows, and even ripples will appear on the river. This river always attracts many children in spring. They ran on the shore, laughing and making noise. Occasionally, they put their hands and feet into the river, wash the dust off their hands, feel the coolness of the river, and seem to relax at once. The river is also more cheerful, as if accompanied by someone. I like the river in spring, because it brings me happiness and infinite vitality to the world.
7. Write a composition about spring 400 words The footsteps of spring are approaching us gradually, and we have to admit that spring has come. Spring came and came to the mushroom pavilion in the school cafeteria; Spring is coming. Come to the playground and the willows sprout; Spring has come, and the maple leaves come to the window. What a beautiful red maple. I don't know why spring turns red. I simply think he can't wait for autumn!
After class, I walked past the mushroom pavilion, and the scenery along the way intoxicated me. I can't help but sigh: spring is really beautiful, 1, not because of the gorgeous mushroom pavilion, but because I think the clusters of unknown flowers and the weeds that have just turned green make people feel very cordial. It is this unpretentious beauty that adds a spring charm to spring.
Several unknown trees in front of the window are covered with buds of different sizes, deep red, light red and light yellow, which makes people see things in a blur. When you walk in, you will smell the faint fragrance in the flowers. On the fourth floor, overlooking the countryside, the slightly blooming buds seem to be smiling at you. When the wind blows, the buds tremble like angels and dance gracefully in their own seasons.
Look, spring is coming, beautiful spring. ...
8. Describe the lively scene (400 words) and describe the grand and lively Spring Festival in spring. The annual Spring Festival is coming again. Presumably, every child is eagerly looking forward to the Spring Festival and has something he likes! For example, receiving lucky money from elders, shopping for new clothes, visiting relatives' homes for New Year greetings and traveling. My favorite thing is to set off firecrackers and fireworks. Every New Year, I pester my father to take me to set off firecrackers, but now it is impossible to set off firecrackers in the city, so my father has to take me to the suburbs to set off firecrackers. Every time, we buy many different kinds of firecrackers and fireworks. We put firecrackers in the soil and lit the fuse with incense. I put my hands tightly over my ears, hid behind the adults, leaned out half my head, looked at the burning fuse, and thought to myself: should I let go and jump to the front to be brave, or should I look scared? While I was still hesitating, the firecrackers exploded with a bang, and the scraps of paper were immediately scattered all over the floor, dusty and the air was filled with smoke. I also cried with joy! Of course, the most spectacular thing is the fireworks at night. Some fireworks are like chrysanthemums in full bloom in the sky, and some fireworks are first placed in a small circle, and then enlarged in circles like water waves. The color of each circle is different! Some fireworks spread like fountains. All kinds of colorful fireworks are intertwined, one after another, colorful, and the night sky is dressed like a brightly lit palace, which is very beautiful. Looking at the fireworks all over the sky and listening to the firecrackers everywhere, the lively New Year is coming again.