Winter suddenly slipped away from my eyes. But spring is coming step by step.
People often say: "Chunhua Qiushi; Spring sowing and autumn harvest; Spring is the most beautiful season in a year, a season of cultivation and labor.
For me, this is the last spring I spent in primary school, and five springs have slipped away from my eyes. How can I spend the last spring of primary school in vain? A year's plan lies in spring, and a day's plan lies in morning. Sow well in the last spring of this primary school and harvest happily in autumn.
How time flies. I decided to seize the good time of this last spring in this spring. Don't let time pass in vain, study hard and make progress every day. Of course, this is not a slogan! It takes effort and sweat to get it. So I decided to study every cultural and scientific knowledge seriously and assiduously in the remaining primary school time, study hard and behave well. Strive for the last place in primary school, get an excellent exam in spring and get a good middle school.
Only in this way will I not waste the rest of my primary school life. Only in this way can I draw a satisfactory end to my primary school life! Let me "sow" well in the last spring of primary school and "harvest" happily in autumn.
I grew up in spring. Every time kapok blooms, every time I break a cocoon into a butterfly, I grow up in an attempt and glow with the brilliance of life.
Try to grow up in the cold.
The cold wind swept the greenery of the campus. The sunshine in early spring makes the trees on the ground bare. The deciduous kapok tree stretches feebly, languishing and desolate everywhere.
A hearty spring rain washed away the footprints of winter. I bathed in the morning light and strolled in the campus in spring. Suddenly looked up, a touch of reddish came into view, as if lighting up the gray world, which made my heart tremble and I couldn't help but stop. Kapok buds are embedded in dead branches. She woke up in the cold of late spring, trying to face the cold wind and resist the biting cold. The wind came with desolation, and the slender branches suddenly shook and made a dumb sound. Kapok gritted her teeth and crawled on the branches. The cold wind tore her delicate petals, but she stood up her unyielding backbone. Strive to compete with the test of nature, and strive to straighten up in the gale. Finally, she withstood the erosion of the cold and blossomed a unique beauty in the branches. In the attempt, I saw her grow up, grow into several trees that have been red for a long time, and grow into the first vitality in early spring.
Kapok has blossomed. The leaping life and fiery spirit tell me that we will grow in the attempt.
Try to grow in a cocoon.
Caterpillars wrap themselves in thousands of threads. Waking up from a deep sleep and opening his eyes, endless darkness filled his world. No bright sunshine, no green leaves. Can't see the wind and cloud, can't see the spring flowers and autumn fruits. However, there is a firm light in his eyes. Faced with doomed setbacks, he tried to challenge his own destiny. The pain of metamorphosis troubled his body, and he felt hot pain coming from every corner of his body. He wants to break free, break free from this dark cage, and break free from the shackles of this soul. He shouted silently, trying to hit the thick silkworm chrysalis with his soft head. Once, twice, a hundred times, a thousand times. I understand that caterpillars are constantly striving to strengthen their physique and temper their will. Finally, the fresh air seeped into his heart and he opened his eyes. The sun is shining in the sky. He broke the cocoon and danced lightly
Break a cocoon into a butterfly. Brilliant colors and dancing posture tell me that we will grow in the attempt.
Get out of the cold and get out of the predicament. We need to try. In the attempt, let our hearts become firm and let our lives rebuild their value. In the attempt, we realized the fate. We opened our arms and embraced the blue sky. In the attempt, we grow, grow into kapok that blooms in the cold, grow into a colorful butterfly that breaks through obstacles, and grow into a new round of sunrise.
Grow up by trying. When you shrink back, remember every time kapok blooms, every time it breaks into a butterfly. If you grow up by trying, you will find that your life is full of spring flowers.
Write a 600-word composition with "I am in spring-".I am panting. I feel that life is rapidly escaping from my body. I can hardly stand. I'm finally falling down. In this spring and March?
I am not reconciled!
But I really can't.
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The warm spring breeze brushed my mutilated body, and I waited for the last moment. Just then, a dark green flower appeared above me, and you appeared-a broad bean seed. You are covered in dust and listless, lying on the ground.
In my arms, I slept soundly and quietly. I hold you and let the violent shower hit my very fragile body. At that moment, I rekindled the hope of life. I want to take care of you when you grow up.
You just have to keep quiet.
Sleep quietly until your roots are firmly fixed in my arms and you begin to grow up. Finally, wind and rain can only make you more dripping, and sunshine will make you more free and easy, because you know that I can support you in this unusual spring.
You, you will grow up day by day, with the spring growing up day by day. You have absorbed my only nutrition, and I am willing to dedicate my life to you. We are almost one. I can't come because of you. You support me.
Life, so beautiful!
But this is destined to be an unusual spring.
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I'm getting weaker and weaker, but I'm still happy because you have a sixth new leaf. I am smiling at you, holding back the pain of collapse, but why is your face so ugly? In the sun, you fell, and you fell quietly.
Lying in my arms, just like your arrival, quietly lying in my arms, there is no breath of life now, although it is spring in May. I hold you covered in mud and want to warm your increasingly cold back.
Yes, but in vain. I can't hold on any longer.
Good-bye.
Winter has long passed, but we need to sleep for a while. On a quiet night, I quietly guarded the wish of * * *. After tonight, are you and I two worlds?
Where is the spring of the composition entitled "In Spring"?
Grandpa Dong drove away in the wind. He took away the flying snow and the cold wind. He said, "Goodbye, children. Spring will come with you! " "Spring? When will she come? Where will she live ... with this series of questions, I look for the footprints of spring everywhere. ...
In the Woods, the birds stood on the branches with their heads held high, singing melodious songs. The content of the song seems to be: "Where is spring, where is spring, in the green forest ..." Prominent buds appeared on the trunk, and the warm spring breeze brushed my face, as if my mother's hand was gently touching. So I came to the river along the spring breeze, and the willows sprouted. "I shouted.
In the garden, colorful flowers suddenly appeared in front of us, dazzling. Red, white, yellow and pink are in full bloom. Next to these colorful flowers, there is a pale yellow, dense spring jasmine, which is the sign of the arrival of spring! Bees and butterflies are among the flowers, Qi Fei. I gently said to those winter jasmine flowers, "Is spring coming?"
On the grass, the grass took off its yellow clothes and put on green clothes, as if it had just come out of the fitting room. Looking around is refreshing. Perhaps it is because the grass put on new clothes, and the wind was afraid of stealing their limelight, which made the grass turn in a direction and made them lower their heads. I faced the grass and asked, "Have you come in spring?"
There are more small animals in the river-ducklings. They shake their feet happily, then put their heads into the water and stick their heads out again. There is a poem that says "Spring River Duck Heating Prophet". I said to this lovely duckling, "Have you come in spring?"
Why are there so many colorful things in the sky? Is Hua flying in the air? No, are the blown petals scattered in the air? No. Oh, so children fly all kinds of kites. Kites go up and down in the sky, up and down. I looked at the tallest kite and asked, "Are you here in spring?"
I am in spring. Spring is the beginning of all seasons. From spring to summer to autumn, then to winter, year after year, and so on. ......
"If winter comes, can spring be far behind?" Every winter, the last season of the year, I will think of this sentence and look forward to the arrival of spring.
I like spring. In spring, everything recovers, and the grass grows more and more lush, showing a thriving and vibrant scene everywhere. It feels pale green when you look far away, but you can't see any green when you look close. This is probably what Han Yu said, "Look at the grass green up close."
I like spring. Spring represents green, green represents vitality, vigorous vitality and the arrival of spring.
I like spring. I always feel comfortable when the misty spring rain falls from the sky. Especially after the spring rain, the air was fresh and the rainbow smiled. China has an agricultural proverb about the forecast of sunny rain, such as "The first day falls, the second day falls, and the third day falls for half a month." "If the Qingming wind rises from the south, Tian He will have a bumper harvest" and so on. There are also poems about spring rain, such as those in the Song Dynasty. & lt "Yuan Ming Ji Yun's Ci and Qu >"; Spring breeze and spring rain are dazzling, and the water in the north and south of the Yangtze River beats the sky.
A year's plan lies in spring, and a day's plan lies in morning. As the beginning of the four seasons, spring is bound to appear in front of us again with a brand-new look.
Man Chun Campus
Spring has arrived, and the beautiful scenery of the campus is really beautiful.
Today, the teacher led us to the campus to enjoy the beautiful scenery and experience the spring scenery.
We came to the orchard in the west of the campus, and the fragrance of the soil was refreshing. What we see is a yellow-green lawn. Some grass broke through the ground and sprouted green shoots, while others were still yellow. At this moment, I suddenly saw several colorful pearls on every meadow. I leaned down to watch carefully. Oh, it turns out that dew is dotted on the tip of the leaf, crystal clear, and it looks unusually brilliant under the sunshine. I leaned over and looked. I saw all the blue buds on the tree with red spots. Is it red dew or unbroken fruit? No, it's not. It's a budding peach blossom bud. Look, the bud is small and lovely. The top of the bud has cracked a crack, and a bud is trying to drill out, as if eager to see this wonderful world.
With the sound of "Didi Didi", I came to the campus "hall"-fountain. The water in the swimming pool is clear and cold. Small fish play freely in heaven. They drilled around in the crevices of the stone. You are avoiding me, as if you were playing hide-and-seek. In the center of the pool is a lifelike rockery. There is a golden pagoda on the top of the mountain, which is very beautiful under the sunlight. There are two old people playing chess halfway up the mountain. Look at their preoccupation, and they can't tell who wins or loses. There is a Koizumi's eye on the mountainside, and crystal beads of water are constantly emerging. At the foot of the mountain, there is an old fisherman with a hat in one hand and a fishing rod in the other. Seeing his smile, he must have gained a lot. There are thousands of weeds like windmills at the foot of the mountain, so it is also called graptopetalum. At this time, a gust of wind blew, the blue waves rippled and the windmill turned, adding a lot of vitality to the pool. There are many flowers and plants around the fountain, including pink roses in red and white roses in yellow ... butterflies and bees are dancing and singing in the flowers and grass. Decorate the fountain more beautifully.
Look, how beautiful the golden yellow tree next to the fountain is! There are thousands of gestures, some grinning and looking up at the blue sky, as if they were happy for the beautiful scenery of spring; Some flowers are in full bloom like trumpet, as if playing a touching Spring Festival song; Some hide under branches and leaves, like shy girls; There are flowers and bones, just like little yellow lanterns. Trumpets played, girls danced and lights flashed, just like a band singing the praises of this colorful spring.
A faint fragrance wafted through the campus, and echoed in the campus for a long time with the sound of reading.
Ah! Spring is full of hope, vitality and joy.
I love this colorful spring, and I love this beautiful and lovely campus more!
How beautiful the campus is in spring!
Messenger of spring
From the dusty sky, from the floating clouds, from the gentle north wind, it falls, it falls-
Rain, light blue rain in spring! Thousands of silver threads rippled in the air, and long veils covered the green fields.
Rain falls on the pond, like dripping into a glittering jade plate, splashing pearls; Rain falls on the treetops, like a thousand combs, combing the soft long hair on the branches; Rain fell on the earth, rolling up a light smoke, and the earth seemed to burst into laughter ripples.
Rain, light blue rain in spring! Flowing down from the glass window, from the newly-built well of the production team, and taking turns from the car to meet the dust in the rush spring.
The old man stood in the yard, his eyes narrowed into a line, and the rain flowed from his pipe; The young girl sang in the rain, regardless of getting wet with flowered clothes. They saw rainbows and green seedlings after the rain.
Spring rain is so beautiful! It cultivated golden wheat with warm hands, and it moistened dying saplings with warm hands. I envy these warm hands!
Spring rain falls again and again! There seems to be tinkling drums on the earth ...
Footprints of spring
Unconsciously, the spring girl quietly came to the world under the joy of continuous drizzle. Father Lei also sounded the drum that had been silent for a long time, as if welcoming the arrival of Miss Chun.
Spring is the season when everything revives. Miss Chun came lightly and woke up the animals and plants that had been sleeping for a winter. Miss Chun came to the river and stroked the bare wicker with soft hands. Soon, yellow leaves were pulled out of the wicker, and from a distance, the tall and straight wicker looked like a slim girl. Miss Chun came to a yellow meadow again. She gently breathed the breath of spring. Suddenly, the grass poked out of the ground and looked at the world curiously. The grass suddenly took on a new look, just like wearing a green coat. It's beautiful. Not to be outdone, the small flowers bloom one by one, and a breeze blows. The small flowers sway their graceful bodies, and the faint fragrance attracts hardworking bees and beautiful butterflies, who dance around the flowers, adding bright patterns to the green coat of the earth. Miss Chun keeps walking, walking and walking. She saw the hibernating frog in the field, so Miss Chun woke the sleeping frog with her magical "magic", and the frog began to sing loudly with her unique voice that only she could understand. The frog's cry woke up the bird. Suddenly, the earth became lively, and the bird sang a wonderful song. From this branch, I suddenly flew to another branch, adding a lot of vitality to the earth.
In this way, Miss Chun walked all over the earth. The place where Miss Chun walked immediately showed a vibrant scene, that is, the footprints left by Miss Chun.
I plant trees in spring and write 800 words.
March 23rd is a day that I have been longing for for for a long time and am extremely excited. Our small press corps set foot on the Hexi Spring Breeze to plant trees. Along the way, we sang and laughed, and we were very happy.
We arrived at our destination before we knew it. We rushed out of the car one by one, some catching butterflies and some picking wild flowers. At this moment, the teacher shouted, "Gather around! Settings! " Everyone rushed over and lined up like a "long queue" and followed the teacher to the place where trees were planted. The teacher first told us the rules of planting trees, and then we started to act. My partner and I chose a big shovel and a tall and strong tree, and chose a fertile land to plant there.
I started planting trees. I want to dig without saying anything. Then the teacher came over and said, "You are weak, let me help you dig!" " "Then he dug a big and deep hole for us with a shovel, and then he picked up the shovel to help other students dig holes. I carefully put the young tree in the soil, grabbed a branch and put the loose soil around it into the pit and stepped on it with my foot. Then I looked at it, not satisfied, and continued to get it up. After such repeated trampling on the soil, I finally planted a small tree. Finally, I hung a small wooden sign, which said, "Little tree grows with you", and a perfect little tree was made. Although sweat soaked our clothes, we were still happy to plant trees when we thought our home would be greener.
Before I left, I watered the little tree. The little tree drank delicious water and swayed gently with the breeze, as if thanking us!
It's time to leave. I hope everyone can protect the forest, protect the trees, stop cutting down the forest, add a touch of green to the life of the city, and let the green dye the earth.
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"Planting trees is really a pleasure." I just finished a parent-child tree planting activity and said to myself.
It turns out that our school organizes students to participate in family-based parent-child tree planting activities. I've always wanted to try planting trees. This opportunity has come, of course, we must not let it slip away. I took the lead in winning the first prize.
On that day, I walked into the Eighteen Arhats Forest Park in dagang town with great interest. I have always dreamed of planting trees in my heart, but think about it, the reality is far from perfect. Just when I could see the place where trees were planted in the distance, I heard someone say, "Wow, it's so simple, even the pit has been dug." I hurried to the tree planting place and picked two tall and strong trees. Small saplings with leaves. As a big girl sitting in a sedan chair-this is the first time, I don't know where to start. The older the wiser. My mother put the bucket aside in one hand and filled the hole with a shovel in the other. My mother shouted at me, "Hold the sapling steady quickly." On hearing this, I finally got something to do. I got up to hold the sapling. But I didn't want to do so little work. Without saying anything, I picked up a small shovel and followed her to fill the hole. Although the speed is far less than my mother's, it doesn't help. Finally, the pit was filled, and I quickly poured water into the roots, so that a small tree was fixed by me. I jumped from left to right excitedly. Because the mountain was slippery, I almost rolled down. Fortunately, my mother came in a hurry, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable.
I'm so happy. I made five more trees. I was so happy that although my clothes, hands and shoes were dirty, I ignored them.
The feeling and experience of this parent-child tree planting activity is that this parent-child tree planting activity really kills two birds with one stone, on the one hand, it can enhance the emotion and friendship between mother and child, father and son. Secondly, we can plant trees and contribute to our green Guangzhou. But also can freshen our polluted air and beautify our environment. Thirdly, we can cultivate our concept of labor from an early age, and also help us develop the awareness of environmental protection in greening mountains and forests.
The long-awaited Friday has finally arrived. Wearing the most beautiful clothes and carrying a big bag full of dry food and fruit, we got on the bus excitedly and headed for Meiyuan.
When we arrived at Meiyuan, we saw a series of chrysanthemum-yellow windmills turning lazily in the spring breeze.
As soon as I entered the plum garden, a burst of plum blossom fragrance was sucked into my nose. Facing the tangy fragrance, we saw all kinds of plum blossoms in full bloom, white, yellow and pink, which really competed with each other. On the mountain, we saw tall and straight pine trees standing on the top of the mountain like an open green umbrella, looking around. Wow! The green all over the mountains is really refreshing.
I really want to paint beautiful spring.
How beautiful the word "written in spring" is, I wonder how many literati praise spring. In spring, she brings us happiness. When people think of spring, they will definitely think of joy, cheerfulness, happiness and auspiciousness-she came from the snowy north like an elf in mysterious gauze, reluctantly bid farewell to her brother Dong and began to decorate spring. In my eyes, spring is like water, spring is like fire, spring is like wind, spring is like light, and spring is like a vibrant world. In a year, spring is the first of the four seasons. Mountains, rivers, lakes, flowers, insects and fish have all awakened, people have taken off their thick cotton-padded clothes, and the earth has shown a vibrant scene. All this is the nature of spring. Spring is the messenger of hope, vitality and youth. Spring in my mind is a beautiful angel. As long as she flies over the earth, the earth will be green, Daxing 'anling will be green, and the stream will get rid of the cold shackles. Coming from the mountain stream, the West Lake will be more charming, famous flowers and unknown flowers will bloom, and the South China Sea islands will be colorful. Spring in my mind is a huge hair dryer, a hair dryer full of infinite electric energy. She blew away the cold, the iceberg snow, the warmth, the hopes and dreams. Spring in my mind is another mountain. Speaking of spring, piles of homework oppressed me at the beginning of school, making me breathless and unable to get rid of it. It is said by adults that the season of the year has been fault-tolerant. Only by studying hard and constantly climbing mountains and mountains can we feel the coolness of summer. Spring in my mind is another breeze, which comes and goes quietly.
It was drizzling, and the fish jumped out of the water happily; The breeze is blowing gently, and the swallows slant across the sky. It's spring again, and the earth, which has been sleeping for a winter, quietly opens its watery eyes and turns around, putting a touch of new green on the long-lost winter. So you can't help but sigh: "Spring is coming!" In my mind, spring is like a green messenger who never changes color. In addition to the green word, there is also a "live" word! The rain came alive, drove away the snow that ruled for a winter, poured it on the ground and turned the grass green; Sprinkle on the mountain, the mountain is green; Sprinkle it in the river and it will melt. As a result, all the fish in the river are alive, scrambling to see the long-lost land. In the noise, I woke up the spring breeze, which was dreaming a beautiful dream, and the wind became active. I hurriedly invited the swallows in the far south, and played another cheerful song on this land. Peach blossoms are three or two outside the bamboo, and the duck prophet in spring is in my heart. If there is only green in spring, it will be too monotonous. So God sprinkled beautiful flowers on the earth, adding a little vitality to spring. Isn't that gorgeous peach blossom the messenger of spring? How can pink petals make people intoxicated? Strolling in the overlapping peach blossoms, surrounded by flowers, is better than a fairyland on earth. Just a few more breaths of flowers will make you more aura. At this time, only a few birds were heard in the distance, and the sound was ethereal and illusory. This brings us unlimited fun. Think about what you have done in this unusual spring. It would be a shame to do nothing about this. You have such a beautiful spring, but you do nothing. Think of those people who suffer from drought. Aren't you ashamed? They are suffering. What about you? Let's do something for them in this unusual spring! Maybe what you do is no longer simple, but you have given infinite help to others. Give your love and do your bit for them! While helping them, don't think you have lost something, but gain something. Give love to help them face the drought.
In spring, with the turning of the calendar, the frozen winter flies away unconsciously, and the warm spring comes quietly.
In spring, everything revives, spring warms the earth, and a hundred flowers blossom. full of green is filled with the warmth of the new year's spring everywhere. The vibrant scene is really beautiful. In this warm spring, there is one thing that I cannot forget for a long time.
One Saturday afternoon, because we had guests at home in the evening, my mother took me to a crowded vegetable market to buy food. I haven't finished my homework, so I have to do my homework. Time was tight, so we didn't go to the market. We just went to a food stall next to the market to buy food. The stall owner is an old man with wrinkles all over his face. You can see at a glance that he is a simple, honest, weather-beaten and authentic old farmer.
Mother asked the price and began to bargain with him. But the vegetable seller haggles over every ounce and refuses to reduce the price by one point. I urged my mother impatiently, and my mother was anxious, so she quickly said that she had to pay for the meal and left in a hurry. Who knows, on the way, my mother found the key missing. What should I do? There will be guests coming later! Thinking of this, my mother showed a disappointed expression on her face. "Must be lost in the stall, the stall, lost something, who will give it back to you, let alone the haggle over every ounce of the old man. You think you are unlucky! "
After a fierce ideological struggle, my mother decided to go back and try her luck, so we ran towards the market again.
It was already evening when we arrived, and there were not many people in the market. In the dim light, we saw the old man still there, looking around as if waiting for someone. My mother and I walked up, and grandpa recognized us. He took the key out of the basket with calloused hands and handed it to his mother, who nodded knowingly to him, and all three of us smiled happily.
Looking at this simple old man, what can I say? A sense of guilt arises from this. I wish the old man a safe life.