I am just a humble person in Yunnan province, but like people here, I long for the spring rain. Yunnan is dry and there is no spring rain this spring.
Every year in the past, I sent a cold winter to welcome the beginning of spring and wait for the first spring rain of the new year. Spring is the new beginning of everything, and spring rain announces the beginning of this year like a referee.
I still remember those years, when we were running under the spring rain, we didn't worry about getting sick. The arrival of spring means starting sowing and waiting for a bumper harvest; The arrival of spring means that the grass in the field can grow wildly, waiting for us to play. ...
However, all this is different from the past. There is no spring rain this spring, farmers may not be able to harvest when sowing, and the grass in the field has withered ... this spring is different.
I still remember that in the past spring, you could see the green trees on the mountain over there, facing the cool spring breeze and carrying that light schoolbag happily into the campus; Now, the trees on the other side of the mountain are no longer green, and the spring breeze is extremely hot. Entering the second day of junior high school, facing the exam, the schoolbag is much heavier.
This spring, no longer like before, you can laugh at your friends without scruple.
The life of Grade Two is quietly changing in this spring. Everything has changed since school started. Maybe I've changed. I have some problems with my friends, so I can't go back to talk as before. Although we are still friends, we always feel that everything is not what we want and that we are no longer honest with each other.
Perhaps, in this spring, I really changed, and I began to rebel. Arguing with my mother again and again is not what I want, but I can't help it. I won't tell anyone my secret anymore. I don't think everyone can be trusted.
In the spring of 20 13, everything is changing quietly. Whether it is the weather or the mood; Is it someone else or yourself; Is it the environment or itself ... in short, everything is different. This spring, everything is different; This spring is very different.
Please write a composition on the topic "This spring is different". 700 words have just shaken off the cold ice and snow, just crossed the threatening cold wind, and the smile in spring is still very reserved. It is too late to quietly sort out dreams and summon up courage, and spring will show vitality.
On the land of spring, colors begin to be rich, and they are no longer obsessed with the whiteness of snow; In the Woods in spring, voices began to contend, no longer showing cold peace. Shallow greenery gives people a strong sense of life, and faint floral fragrance decorates a deep poetry. It seems that spring suddenly brings sunny mood to depressed people and brings warmth and beauty to the rustling world. However, people regard spring as a pole in a year, and it is easy to spend their youth in a beautiful spring.
Spring is not our capital, but a beginning, which drives everyone to update their attitude towards life like a bud. Therefore, since spring has given us a chance to start, we should seize the time to start seriously! There is no need to complain that spring is late, and there is no need to be sad that spring is not long. Because our fearlessness can make spring colorful and full of vitality!
Therefore, when we stand outside the threshold of spring, we should walk into spring carefree. Only by sowing seeds in the frozen soil in early spring can the fruit of hope stand the test of scorching sun and wind and rain, thus bearing rich fruits. Because spring is just a bud of green branches, we can't just disturb our efforts with the brilliance of our dreams, and we can't shake our solid steps with the fog of hope. As a philosopher said: don't dream of autumn in spring.
In order not to waste spring on rhetoric and fantasy, we must design a future for spring. Because without a plan, your plan will fail, and sailing without a direction will never have the other side. In order to get the due reward in spring, we must pay from now on. Only by doing it right from the beginning can we have a plan from the beginning, and spring planting will be close to enrichment and spring sowing will be close to harvest.
The purpose of spring flowers is autumn fruit. The hope of spring is to fight the summer sun with sweat, and to measure the distance between autumn and fruit with firm steps.
Therefore, in our struggle, spring is still the spring after spring!
3. "Imitating Spring" is about the expectation and expectation of autumn. The hot summer has finally passed and the footsteps of autumn are approaching.
Autumn is crisp and the sky is high and the clouds are light. Fruits are ripe, crickets are chirping and the weather is cool.
Grass has not completely disappeared from the earth, it is still green. In the garden, in the field. Look, piece by piece.
I totally agree. The children ran and jumped, somersaulted, picked up some fallen fruits and threw them at each other to see who could throw them farther and more accurately. The weather is cool and the grass is green.
Sweet-scented osmanthus trees, maple trees and evergreen trees are lush, profound in style, distinctive in temperament and full of elegance, golden, agate red and emerald green, just like paintings carefully drawn by painters. Birds are busy migrating and ants are collecting winter rations. Daisy, a bunch of red petunias, at first glance, yes: orange, purple, competing for beauty, spread in the flower bed, like a carpet, smiling at the autumn wind!
"Falling red is not heartless. Turning into spring mud will protect flowers!" Yes, it will become the spring mud that nourishes the earth and is not attached to the prosperity of the branches. Autumn rain falls on red and yellow leaves, and on colorful leaves mixed with green and yellow. Luxurious maple leaves, delicate evergreen leaves, ordinary shaved leaves … they become more gorgeous under the baptism of autumn rain.
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 a harvest, full of autumn-like color gods, so that the color of plants gradually becomes stronger.
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. Yue.
This is a name full of fruits. Autumn has come quietly with golden light and light footsteps.
In the morning and at night, the ripe rice, heavy and floating in the wind, seems to be covered with a golden blanket. I was next to the yellow rice, and I thought I saw something. Look, what's under the mountain? Rows of ripe fruits, fruits that make people fall in love at first sight.
At noon, the farmer's name is holding the fruits of his labor in the field; Several rows of eldest brothers seem to be fighting, and several aunts are cutting mature rice with sickles. I looked down, it was a golden snake, and the golden light seemed endless.
In the afternoon, farmers stick to the boat and wait for dinner. But in autumn, they are still roaming in the fields, and the golden color of the fields has spread to the leaves, which turn yellow and gradually fall. At this time of disaster relief, the farmers have already started to eat, but instead of eating, they look at the autumn outside, and the more they look, the more beautiful they are.
Night finally came, the sun set, and the autumn night quietly left. Some leaves are still yellow and floating. I also study at my grandmother's house. I think no one knows whether tomorrow's autumn will be so beautiful, but let today's autumn be a happy day!
I like autumn, and I prefer the scenery in autumn.
4. Imitate spring and write autumn, and you can't look forward to it like those. Looking forward to it, I know far, and the footsteps of autumn are near.
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 an enlightened monk, with gentle eyes and eyebrows, which show us the true meaning of life.
5. Composition: Different, different mountain villages
Some people like the majestic Great Wall, some people like the beautiful Qinghai Lake, some people like the vibrant Tianshan Mountains, but I am different. I like the quiet mountain village.
When I first came here, I was fascinated by the scenery here: red maple trees, naughty streams, cheerful birds and blue sky. . Everything here fascinates me.
In spring, everything revives, and the scenery here is more beautiful. Look, Xiaohua has just had a big sleep, showing his little head shyly, looking around curiously and listening to the footsteps of spring. The stream is flowing vigorously, just like a touching song, touching my heart. I was walking in the field, and the newly turned soil made way, dripping with black oil. In spring, the whistle blared, and the whistle slid into the distance along the blue sky, spreading the blessings of spring all over the small mountain village.
After bidding farewell to spring, I ushered in a passionate summer. At noon, the sun is shining, and my friends and I are playing in the river. The river, once as calm as a mirror, is now splashing like broken glass. In the rice field next to it, it dances and sings when the wind blows. The sunset is also beautiful. I sat by the river and let the river lick my little feet. A trace of Xia Hong left on the horizon has gone with the wind.
Autumn came before you know it. I came to a high mountain along a narrow path alone. This mountain is like a sea of fire. The moment when the maple leaves withered was simply wonderful. The whole world was dyed in strange colors-golden and fiery red, which symbolized a bumper harvest. The sky is blue, like a jewel overhead, with a refreshing feeling.
"When six flying flowers came into the room, they sat and watched the green bamboo turn into lovely branches." Yes, the snow was beautiful! One day, after breakfast, I ran to the door in three steps. I saw that the fields around were covered with a thick layer of white silk, and the faint sunshine shone on it to reveal a little pink, like a blush on a girl's face. In the afternoon, the snow is still floating, sometimes kissing the earth like catkins, and sometimes flying like countless silver butterflies. At night, the snow kept falling like torn cotton wool, but it was obviously much smaller. In the night, a faint snowflake lingers around me, as if it were a string of notes sung at night.
No matter which season it is, it will be displayed in front of my eyes with a completely different attitude. This is really a different charming mountain village!
6. Imitate the works of spring. I like spring and I admire it.
In spring, everything revives and the ice and snow melt. The river began to flow again, singing cheerful songs while running! Look, it ran to the field and let the wheat drink enough water; Flowing into the Woods to make the trees grow more luxuriantly; Run to the edge of the grass to make it grow greener. Small fish play freely in the clear river. In the sun, the water is sparkling, and the pebbles in the water are as beautiful as jewels, shining with dazzling light. The willows by the river have sprouted green buds. Shake the willow, and the "snowflake" is falling, as if it were back to the silver winter. The wind is blowing, and the willow branches are dancing in the wind like the fine hair of a spring girl, which is beautiful. The dance is graceful and beautiful! The willow tree is reflected in the water, as if the tree had grown out of the water.
In spring, in the field, the farmer's uncle sowed new hopes for a good harvest this year. On the grass, the eagle on the kite, I don't know who enchanted it, actually flew into the sky and soared in the vast sky. Kites fly to the sky, some fly very high, and some can't fly.
Below, people are sitting on the green grass, and some are telling jokes; Some are playing poker; Some people are playing football. ...
In spring, the flowers in the garden are full of flowers, including red, yellow, blue and white … countless, really colorful. The color of flowers attracts many bees and butterflies, making small flowers more beautiful.
If everyone doesn't litter, our garden will become more beautiful in spring.
Beautiful spring, I love you!
7. Imitate Grandpa Chun's composition. Winter sent away the cold of the earth, and Spring girl came to the world with light steps.
The scenery in spring is very beautiful, just like a vivid painting. The sunshine in spring is particularly bright, and the girl in spring smiles. Sunlight and red beams come and touch you gently, like a young mother's hand.
With Miss Chun's brisk pace, the green grass broke through the ground and sneaked out of the soil, tender and tender, 3231335323631343130323136353333e4b893E51. In the park, you can see these tenacious grasses everywhere.
& ampnbs p； In this warm season, in the Woods, many trees are full of bright flowers; Everyone refuses to compromise. Red, yellow, white and purple flowers really look like a beautiful big flower bed. Many butterflies and bees smell the flowers and fly around to collect honey and fly around in mid-air.
& ampn bsp In the forest, many birds are flying freely and happily. When they are happy, they sing crisp and pleasant songs. The warm spring breeze blows the river, and the river is suddenly infected by a pleasant and moving flute sound. Looking around, a group of naughty children are making willow flutes with weeping willow stems! They blew out the happiness and joy in their hearts. The rain in spring is gentle, and only the spring rain beats the branches and leaves of bamboo.
Rain sometimes falls in a straight line and sometimes floats with the wind, leaving a beautiful image of smoke, fog, yarn and silk. The splashing rain flower seems to be a beating note on the piano, playing a beautiful melody. How can the sky be colorful and dazzling? Ah, so the children are on guard against kites.
Under the blue sky and white clouds, all kinds of kites are flying freely and soaring. What a refreshing sight! Ah, everything in spring is full of vitality. Ah, spring is so beautiful! Let's feel the beauty of nature with our heart.
Huh? Who awakened the grass? It turns out that Miss Chun is scratching the grass! Who is playing with fish? It turns out that Miss Chun is playing with the fish. Whenever spring comes, spring girls will play with us and grow together ... whenever spring comes, it is our happiest moment.
Miss Chun, can you stay? Spend a golden childhood with us! In a blink of an eye, the severe winter passed and spring quietly came to the world. Spring is a beautiful season and a poetic season; Spring means a vibrant beginning.
Since ancient times, poets have loved and praised spring because of its pleasant scenery. Strolling through the garden of ancient poetry and poetry, I can see the colorful poems of Wing Chun, which is dizzying. Just pick a few, take your time, and you will be intoxicated before you know it.
"A night of light thunder, frivolous tile uneven. Affectionate peony contains spring tears and is unable to lie on the branches of roses. "
This is "Spring Day" by Qin Guan, a poet in the Northern Song Dynasty. This poem is about spring scenery after rain.
You see, it's raining, the morning mist is thin, the blue tiles are crystal clear, and the spring is beautiful; Peony flowers bring rain and tears, affectionate and leisurely, roses are quiet and charming. There are close-up and distant views, dynamic and static, affectionate and graceful, and can be touched at will, uneven.
The whole poem is dense and vivid, with a fresh and graceful charm, which is very popular. "There are songbirds in the court trees, and red and green help spring to go to the distant forest.
Suddenly there are good poems, and the arrangement syntax is hard to find. "This is the Song Dynasty poet Chen's Spring Day.
This poem describes the scene of a spring morning. Ears are full of birds, eyes are full of green branches, green and red help each other, and the fragrance is attractive.
With a few strokes of the poet, a picture of spring is presented to the readers. Then, the poet simply stopped writing, stopped describing spring scenery and turned to lyricism. Spring is full of inspiration, but the mysterious poet uses the evasive word "hard to find" to induce readers to feel spring. This method of combining reality with reality leaves readers with great imagination.
"Far eyes go with the day, and the setting sun shines on the tree. Dogs know where to bark. People walk halfway up the mountain. "
This is "Spring Day" by Yang Wanli, a poet in the Southern Song Dynasty. This poem is about a scene of the Spring Festival Evening.
Sunset covers trees, green land meets the sky, dogs bark happily, and people come home late. This poem is natural and apt, common in cleverness and strangeness. It brings readers into a panoramic atmosphere of spring, with its beauty, gorgeous color, rich flavor and harmonious sound. During this period, people will open their hearts and sing heartily.
"Spring water newborn milk swallow, wasp small tail flapping flowers. The window contains a far color, and the fish hold the incense hook near the rocky mountain. "
This is the South Garden written by Li He, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. The spring in Nanyuan is full of vitality and interest.
Water is born in spring, milk swallows, bees pick flowers to make honey, and fish hold hooks to feed. These are all scenery with spring characteristics, and the foreground goes straight into the study through the window, which makes people feel comfortable and happy. This poem is vivid, fresh and elegant, and it is refreshing to read.
"Old trees cover short eaves, and the staff helps me cross the bridge east. The clothes are wet with apricot flowers and rain, and the blowing surface is not cold. "
This is a quatrain written by Zhi Nan, a monk in the Southern Song Dynasty. This is a quatrain describing a spring outing.
The beautiful spring scenery aroused the wandering of monks, so I went out of the temple to see the spring scenery. Traveling by a small tent boat, the boat is moored under an old tree and strolls on the east side of Chenopodium Bridge.
Although it is straightforward, the ship is anchored in the shade of ancient trees. This painting is very elegant and simple, quite like an ancient literati painting in China. The last two sentences accurately and concisely show the beautiful and pleasant scenes of apricot blossom, light rain, willow dancing and warm east wind in spring, and are famous sentences that have been passed down through the ages.
This poem is integrated with scenery, things and heart. The poet grasped the characteristics of Spring Breeze and Spring Rain and slightly exaggerated them, thus revealing his inner joy and love for nature. "The grass grows in February and the willows are drunk with spring smoke.
The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind. "This is the Qing Dynasty poet Gao Ding's" Village Residence ".
The first sentence and the second sentence vividly describe the nature in spring and write the beautiful and charming scenery unique to the countryside in spring. In February, the spring is bright, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willow tips brush the shore, as if intoxicated in the beautiful spring. The third and fourth sentences describe a vivid scene of a group of lively children flying kites in beautiful spring. Their laughter makes spring more energetic.
This poem is clear and clear, and it is practiced with words. The whole poem is full of cheerful emotions, giving readers a chance.
8. "In this unusual spring" composition, what to write "Look, that wild flower is about to bloom!"
Year after year, spring goes and spring comes. After a long winter hibernation, spring has come. I still remember that our meeting seemed like spring, the cold plum had faded, and the cherry blossom had formed a bud waiting for brilliant opening. I see you, standing in the spring sunshine, gently raising your head, not talking, quietly listening to the sound of the wind. For a long time, you laughed, I know, you heard the sound of the wind, happy songs, and the spring breeze was singing. I also smiled, because I also heard the song of the wind, because I saw the shadow of the spring breeze from you.
Do you remember that spring? We rushed to the visual angle. On the green lake and in the grass filled with the fragrance of earth, you and I curled up in the green bristlegrass like a group of lazy kittens, enjoying the nourishment of spring, as if imagining that you and I are a pair of white and pink twin flowers, thriving in the breath of spring.
You sing softly:
"La la la la, sing softly, let's walk together with colorful colors, just like happy flowers find you. On the sunny ramp, on the pedal bike, I will turn it into a spring breeze, carrying your memories ... "
There are so many springs in my life, but my junior high school life is only three short years. You accepted me, and his figure is always so intoxicating in the spring breeze. I look at your smile and hope that time can stand still. Remember, the last time I saw you, it was spring-I held plum blossoms picked in winter, hoping that this arrogant creature would keep blooming, but it eventually withered ... that day, you were still smiling. The pink of cherry blossoms is as bright as your smile, and the pink petals flying all over the sky are like a song in the spring breeze, flying in that unknown direction. I can't bear to cry anymore, so I have to smile as brightly as you ... the wild flowers are in full bloom! You and I hold hands and carve our names under the cherry tree, so that flowers and spring breeze can be the witness of that smile, and our time together will become eternal ... We are around the open playground, under the cherry tree engraved with our names! When I meet you again here, I just want to say thank you for smiling at me, just like the flowers blooming in the corner of the campus echoing.
It is another spring, and I am walking on the road full of flowers. The new songs of popular idols are playing in the video store, and the melodious guitar sound images are scattered with the spring breeze ... like faint flowers. ...
I think of your smile again, that bright smile, and everything that happened in the spring breeze and under the cherry trees, that unusual spring. ...
May we be as strong as flowers blooming in the wild and never give up, until the geometric time, the day we met here ... until the geometric time, the day we met here, the afterglow dyed the familiar cherry orchard red, and we held our own memories, so we set out and never gave up until we reached the dream place. Although it is still a nameless flower, it will bloom strongly and never be discouraged.
"Look at that wild flower is about to open! In those youthful years, in that innocent age without lies, we carved our names under the cherry trees. Do you remember me? "
9. Look for different spring scenery from previous years. It's a little cold this spring. Spring is a beautiful season. Grass and small flowers woven a floral dress for the earth, and small animals began to exercise their bones and muscles.
But this spring is a little cold. At this time last year, the children had taken off their heavy clothes to play outdoors, but this year I still rely on that cotton-padded jacket to take off. A few days ago, I asked my mother for small gloves to keep me warm in winter.
Pedestrians on the road are shrinking their necks and rushing forward. Because of the cold weather and frequent rain, the spring outing we have been thinking about day and night has also been ruined.
TV reported that many swallows froze to death under the eaves. The poor swallow survived the long winter, but lost her life in the blooming spring. Farmers' uncles take various measures to keep warm the newly sown seeds to prevent them from freezing.
The drought in Yunnan has added a chill to this spring, and I want to turn it into a spring rain to moisten the dry land. Our school also held a fund-raising activity. It happened that I didn't have any money with me that day. A classmate donated one yuan to me, and when I got home, I poured five yuan from the piggy bank. The teacher wrote 1 5 yuan on my donation name.
I believe this trickle from all over the country will nourish the disaster area. It's a little cold this spring.