Writing style composition 1
In the hot summer, I only hope that a breeze will blow my face; The frog burst and found a quiet place. Although "it's too light for anyone to hear", there is "except my comrade Mingyue", which is a wonderful thing.
The wind is mixed with the fragrance of grass, vaguely mixed with the smell of earth, brewing refreshing nectar. The wind slowly swept across the field, and she waved her sleeves, swaying a piece of green grass and occasionally rippling. Through the gauze of the window, she came to my side and took a breath at my side, which is also a rare good thing. The wind in summer is always a little naughty. Sometimes she rushed at me wrapped in hot air, surrounded by the hot air around me, and became bored. She can influence others, but no one can influence him at all. She is fresh and free, just waving her sleeves and walking on tiptoe on the water.
There she goes again. I always notice.
Leaves rustle, even the gentle footsteps can't hide from the eyes of the grass. She came softly and stayed at my window for a long time. But she didn't give up knocking on my window and left, leaving very simply. There are clouds on the horizon, dragging her steps. The sky became barren, without the outline of clouds, and looked out of place. And there is no wind around me, and the skirt can't swing freely and gracefully.
The wind added a bit of silence to the whole night. I fell lightly to the ground and jumped into the stream. Although there is no splash, ripples break the silence and make the water more beautiful. Even though it was dark around, she was still beautiful. Her breath smells of lavender, slowly, slowly. Maybe she seemed to perceive my existence, quickened her pace and walked towards me. Her slender hands hold mine, and I run after the wind. She ran very fast. She turned into a deer and ran deep into the field. I was panting, and she suddenly appeared on me, blowing my ears.
The wind is my favorite thing, she is not stingy, and her figure is all over the world. Her existence is more wonderful than water waves. Her existence is more eternal than the sky. She is my support, my soul.
The wind stirred my hair tip and made me smile at the corner of my mouth. Maybe I should grow up.
Writing style 2
"Huhu-"The wind blew past me. Slowly, I floated up and began to travel in the air with the wind.
At the first stop of my trip, I drifted to a golden field. I wandered in the narrow gap between the grains of rice, stroking its "skin" gently, pulling up its tender little hand, and it danced with me. After floating all over the floor, I waved goodbye to them with sadness.
I flew into the sky again, and this time I came to the dense forest. I quietly came to the treetop, where there was a bird's nest, and the mother bird was sleeping with her bird! I drifted into the colorful flowers, as if I were in a sea of flowers, flowers circled around me, and butterflies played happily with me. In the cage in the shade of the tree, I held a big tree tightly, and the tree seemed to greet me. I am intoxicated in this shady forest. It's a pity that I have to leave again.
I continued wandering in the sky, and soon I came to a factory. Approaching the factory, the sky suddenly changed color, and the original blue appearance was replaced by a yellow and haggard face. I drifted into the factory, facing a big chimney. At the top of the chimney, a cloud of smoke rose slowly, which "made up" the sky. I couldn't stand it anymore, so I drifted to the production warehouse of the factory. There are many people working in it, and the cut wood keeps coming in. When I saw these poor logs, my heart became worse.
I returned to the original point with a heavy heart, and soon I woke up.
This is a dream. In this dream, I saw a beautiful field, which was worked hard by farmers. I also saw the most beautiful side of nature, which is what nature should have! I also saw the emergence of modern industrial production. People constantly absorb everything from nature, turning the "young" appearance of nature into a dying "old man". People, people, people! Have you seen the most beautiful side of nature?
This is the most beautiful color in the world!
Feng 3' s writing composition
Feng is a child who loves freedom. He has long been tired of being under the control of his mother. One day, he got up early, saw his mother still sleeping, and ran out. It decided to go where it wanted to go to see beautiful scenery, play interesting games and taste local food.
First, it came to school. It looked around for a while and looked curious. And bumped into a class in grade five. "What are they talking about?" The wind looked at it blankly and said to himself. It saw the students turning over the books again. "Turn it over! I was so worried! Look at me! " So the wind breathed a sigh of relief and the book "slammed" and turned up. "I am still awesome!" "No, books! Turn slowly! I haven't finished reading it yet! " The classmates were anxious and shouted. But the wind didn't listen to him and soon turned over the whole book. "Come on, school is not fun. I'd better go to the playground! "
Soon, the wind came to the playground from school. "Wow!" Colorful balloons and ribbons are floating in the air of the playground; People screamed in horror from the roller coaster; The children gave a pleasant laugh. "So busy! I play too! Let me play the roller coaster first! " The wind said, sitting on a roller coaster, "ah! Cool! " The wind screams and screams with people!
After a burst of excitement, the roller coaster ended. The wind said, "Oh, I'm so hungry. I went to eat. " So Feng came to a French steakhouse. "What to eat?" "That's good!" The wind ate with relish. The wind ate it back.
For the wind, this is a pleasant journey and a happy experience.
Writing style composition 4
Wind, the selfless messenger of nature, always shows her different charms in different seasons-spring breeze blows green fields, Xia Feng wakes cicadas, autumn wind blows chrysanthemums, and winter wind blows snowflakes. ...
The winter wind is coming, which means that the footsteps of spring are approaching, everything is revived, and everything is like just waking up, and I open my eyes with joy. The valley is clear, the water is rising and the sun is blushing ... but what worries me most is the soft and warm spring breeze. The soft spring breeze blows on my face, as if my mother's warm hand were touching me.
The hot summer is coming, and the red sun is like a big fireball, which makes people afraid to open their eyes. I still remember how gentle the spring breeze is! But when Xia Feng blew on his face because of the hot weather, he suddenly felt that the world was cut off from me, as if he had flown to another planet, and the whole world seemed to turn yellow without any coolness, alas! How hot it is!
The cool autumn wind is coming. I met the autumn wind girl when I went out for a walk. She greeted me warmly, then touched me with her soft hand and said goodbye to me again. Miss Qiu will leave a fragrance everywhere she goes. When she passed the little tree, it wobbled like a dance. Touching dandelion will help it spread seeds. ...
The cold winter is coming, and the cold winter wind blows on my face like ice and needles ... so I don't want to step out of the house.
The spring breeze is warm, Xia Feng is hot, the autumn wind is cool and the winter wind is cold. Although she is not perfect, human beings cannot do without her.
Motto: Failure is the mother of success.
Writing style composition 5
Brother Feng's life in Dafeng School is either study or study. He thinks life is really boring. So he had a crazy idea: "What's the point of being in the sky all the time? The world is so big, why don't I go for a walk? " He thought about it and rushed out like lightning during the holiday.
Brother Feng thought as he flew: "The world is so big, where can I go to play?" "Yes, just go to the football field! How lively and exciting! "
After choosing a destination, he immediately rushed down from the clouds. It was so fast that everyone on the ground closed their eyes and made a wish. They think they saw a meteor! Brother Feng came to the football field and saw the green lawn. He couldn't help running back and forth on the football field at once. How cool! It's okay that he didn't run, but something happened as soon as he ran. People who play football feel a sudden gust of wind, which makes people unable to open their eyes. But just as people closed their eyes, the football suddenly flew and rolled in the blue sky, drawing a perfect arc in the air. The next second, to everyone's surprise, the football flew directly over the midfield and entered the corner of the goal. One player cheered like a stimulant, while the other player was full of anger and grinned as if to fight with the other team.
Brother Feng saw that the situation was not good and ran away quickly! The culprit quickly slipped away!
During his escape, Brother Feng met his mother. He told his mother what he had done and felt that he was only helping others. Mother said earnestly, "Son, everyone has his own strengths and weaknesses, and you will definitely find a place that can reflect your own values."
After listening to his mother's words, Brother Feng regained his confidence and traveled to other parts of the world. When he finds his place, I believe you can appreciate Brother Feng's unique style again!
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