Is spring really here? Why can't I see it? I can't help but think of the famous poem: "Why should the Qiangdi complain about the willow? The spring breeze is just like Yumenguan"? Then why is it always late? Maybe the snow in the desert is too thick, and walking is too tired and needs a rest. Let the sunshine comfort you first. People in northern Xinjiang long for spring. The warm sunshine spares no effort to convey the warmth of spring and wants to awaken the sleeping land in northern Xinjiang.
I walked and looked for it. Spring is like a child hiding with me, I can't find its shadow. The smiling face kissed by the sun, like a spring flower in the blue sky, blooms warmly and makes people warm as spring. The breeze is accompanied by the sweet songs of birds, echoing gently on the snowfield like the songs of spring, and refreshing like the spring breeze. The faint beautiful image of the distant mountains shines in the sun, much like * *.
Time goes by like water, and I look for the heart of spring and gradually melt into the beautiful scenery of early spring. The snow at the foot sighs gently, which makes me feel a little pity and inexplicably sad in my heart. For this dying snow, for my unforgettable love that has already ended. In order to keep her promise, Cher made a final effort for her favorite winter. She was really touched and admired. However, my love is really sad. Maybe Cher died for beginning of spring. Can't I have a new spring and a new beginning? "yes! There must be! I also have the spring of love. " I said firmly.
The 500-word ocean ship moves slowly, and the sky moves with it.
At this time, I really have some understanding of the word seasky. The wind blows head-on, seeps into the bottom of my heart, is cool, and takes away the summer heat a little.
The sea rolls up layers of waves, and those waves are like happy children chasing and playing on the vast sea. The wind brings a lot of dust and dirt from a distance and scatters it into the sea. The waves rolled them up and magically turned them into new faces while keeping themselves blue, beautiful and clean.
Piles of wave dregs often float on the sea surface, and the sea quietly swallows it, making no noise, still swaying slightly and welcoming everything with a smile. Sitting on a boat is like passing by the sea. The sea held us high and took us happily through one journey after another. As soon as I turned around, I immediately tidied up the hair that was messed up by the boat without leaving a trace.
Look at the sky quietly. Hundreds of rivers rush to the sea, and the sea greets them cheerfully, holding their hands and rushing to the vast center happily. The river immediately had a wide heart in the sea.
The trickle wants to be a member of the sea day and night, so it runs to the sea all its life. It is the infinite expanse of the sea that attracts it and makes the stream so persistent. The sea has suffered various blows, accepted numerous ups and downs, and experienced many historical changes, but it has not left any traces of history and no footprints of a person. She has remained unchanged from generation to generation, maintained her appearance year after year, adhered to her own principles, accepted the ever-changing and everything in the world with a broad chest, looked at the changes in the world with the same eyes, and walked through spring, summer, autumn and winter with the same steps.
When crossing the sea, I looked at the place where the sea meets the sky. You see, the sky is so low, the water is so blue, and the blue sea ripples in my heart. My heart is beating slowly and leisurely, and I can't say how happy I am. My heart is like a cloudless sky in Wan Li, wide and quiet, and I gradually feel how good people are alive. When I came to land from the sea, I looked at the people coming across. They are so kind and kind. Huang Chengcheng's oil cakes are dancing in the oil cake pot on the roadside, emitting bursts of fragrance. The vegetables piled up by the vegetable farmers on the roadside are green and dripping, and the leaves are still rolling with water droplets, full of fresh vitality, and everything in the world is so meaningful.
The vast sea is really charming. Tolerance is the soul, the spirit and the soul of the sea. It accepted many ups and downs in the world, cleaned up all the dust and dirt that wanted to erode her, and always faced the ever-changing sky with a flat mirror every day.
Life often has many disappointments. In fact, all the disappointments are like things drifting on the sea. Accept it, contain it, and swallow it. If you can tolerate everything, everything will change, everything will be calm and everything will pass.
Why should life be too demanding? Cherish what you have in front of you, and what you have in front of you becomes a kind of enjoyment. Forgive mistakes, mistakes will not come back and take you away, forgive others and forgive yourself.
People often smile at life, and life often smiles at you. After coming back from the sea, the vast momentum of the sea often flashes in my mind. Facing the sea, my frowning brows slowly spread out.
The composition of 3.500 words is as follows. I don't know how long I haven't set foot on this land, but there are still places where we can talk and laugh.
Only one year, but it is as long as a century. In the final analysis, memory drives the years, or the years deceive the memory. Alma mater, I'm back.
The sun is shining, falling gently at the right angle, and our hair tips are stained with some bright luster. The young face has long been polished with a firm side line. No longer the ignorant and fearless child who can laugh loudly, nor the little boy who wanders around. Our childish words remained in the impression of our alma mater yesterday. Now that a year has passed, we come back with a mature attitude, greedily smelling the familiar smell here and watching. I suddenly remembered Tagore's poem: the sky left no trace of me, but I have flown.
Yes, anyway, I spent three years of my youth here. Those that stick are 3231313335323635438+03431363533338988E69d833133365638. Gently push open the door of the office and teach my teacher to sit inside and carefully correct homework. I looked up, as if I had returned to that beautiful time. We never seem to be apart. It's like a stupid dream.
Mr. Hua, Mr. Wei, Mr. Mao, Mr. Shi ... those respectable and lovely teachers, guides on my life, I can't express my gratitude. Looking at their familiar faces, I suddenly have an impulse to cry. Let the wind take away what I want to say, thank you, thank you.
Go back to your alma mater, go back to your alma mater, and I will definitely come back and wait for me.
About 4.500 words, a composition fragment with mixed scenes.
A wisp of floating red leans against the sky for a long time, and seems to miss this colorful and helpless world of mortals. Since ancient times, every autumn has been sad and lonely.
Now, autumn has come again. Looking back suddenly, I find that this is the third autumn after my beloved grandfather died. Over the years, whenever I think of the little things I got along with him as a child, tears will flow down disobediently.
I still remember the day when grandpa left, and the holy gardenias fell all over the earth. I fell in love with gardenia for no reason. I fell in love with its fragrance, its purity, its melancholy ... melancholy? Melancholy! Before, melancholy was so far away from me.
After grandpa left, I suddenly found a veil-like melancholy hanging over me, just like a banana after autumn rain and dusk. Maybe sometimes I smile, but I can't hide my sadness.
In my mind, my grandfather called gardenia a bosom friend. He once warned me earnestly: Be like this gardenia, don't covet colorful things that don't belong to you, just silently dedicate your fragrance.
At that time, the ignorant little boy couldn't understand the true meaning of this sentence, but today, when I read this motto of life, grandpa left me irrevocably, left his lifelong education career and left his best friend Gardenia. That year, my grandfather suddenly fell ill in bed, and it was a cancer that was extremely difficult to treat.
Seeing him lying in bed in pain, I'd rather be me! I thought of gardenia, but it was the season when gardenia withered, and I racked my brains but could do nothing. Helpless! Grandpa still can't see the pain of his good friend. What should I do? I ran to the yard and picked up the petals fluttering in the wind one by one.
It seems that only glue can restore them to their original appearance. I think my grandfather will be very pleased to see gardenia, and his illness may get better.
A 500-word essay "Autumn" captures the characteristics of the scenery, blends the scenes, and quietly blows on this land with various autumn winds. In this way, autumn is coming. Walking alone in the campus, a cool breeze brushed my cheeks, with the fragrance of flowers and plants. Is it sweet? Looking up, the leaves on the tree are a little yellow, and the wind is rolling a few pieces of Ye Er dancing in the air, as if dancing with the autumn wind. Charming dance makes people have infinite reverie, many poets have been intoxicated by it, and now I am fascinated by it. I am not full of literary talent like a poet, singing "I have a special taste in my heart", nor can I construct countless moving movements like a musician. Only then can I appreciate such a slightly sad scenery. Those yellow Ye Er flying all over the sky will eventually fall to the ground. That moment is the end of its life, and perhaps no one cares about it anymore. Perhaps, we can only wait until the cleaners collect them and eventually turn them into fertilizer to nourish the green leaves in the coming year. So is our life. The former lays a beautiful landscape for the latter, waiting for the latter to bloom more brilliantly. Li Qingzhao once said: "Those who are born outstanding will die." Last autumn, only a few people were walking on the path to school. That feeling is most suitable for autumn, bleak and deep. At that time, I always remembered the various styles of autumn sung by literati, which endowed autumn with 10 thousand feelings. There is the sadness of Li Houzhu, the king of national subjugation, "The bright moon is like a hook, and the solitary phoenix tree locks the clear autumn in the deep courtyard", and there is also the feeling of righteous and righteous laity. There will always be some feelings that can't be finished and can't be explained clearly. Even the "Double Ninth Festival" and "Drinking in Dongli" can hardly stop the autumn "curtain rolling west wind, people are thinner than yellow flowers". Nevertheless, I deeply love her persistence, which is sad and happy. The joy of autumn comes from the harvest season and a year of hard work. So I think autumn is like life, with happiness and sadness. If it is monotonous, it is not perfect, and autumn perfectly explains all this! In autumn, the maple leaves on the mountain are red. The phrase "Frost leaves are redder than February flowers" is the best compliment to autumn. I feel autumn in the autumn wind.
6. Describe autumn scenery, my hometown, and write autumn scenery, my hometown, in 500 words, using the method of blending scenes and lyricism. I love the spring when birds are singing and flowers are fragrant in my hometown, and I love the autumn when fruits and vegetables are everywhere.
Cool autumn has come, and in the morning, the fog is filled, and the whole world is covered with a layer of silver gauze. In the distance, villages, rivers and trees are faintly visible.
The sun rose, the fog gradually dispersed and the sky became bluer. The geese lined up in the word "people" for a while, and lined up in the word "one" for a while, flying neatly to the south.
Sparrows are busy looking for food and nesting for the winter. A gust of autumn wind blew, and the golden leaves couldn't stand the blow. They fell from the tree in a whirl, dancing like a beautiful butterfly in mid-air.
The leaves on the ground are thick, like an endless golden blanket. Brother ant rushed in, got in and took it as his quilt.
In the orchard, the fruits on the trees are covered with branches, and the apples are as red as children's faces, nodding and smiling in the golden autumn sunshine. When the grapes are ripe, a bunch of them hang on the leaves.
They are crystal clear, like carved with crystal and jade, and like purple pearls. As long as you look at them, you will drool. In the field, the corn cob fell asleep lazily in yellow clothes, and the half red and half green pepper was like a shy little girl, covering her little face with clothes.
The farmer's uncle is busy, and his face is filled with the joy of harvest. Autumn in my hometown is really beautiful! She not only brought people a bumper harvest, but also brought hope.
In the early morning, white fog enveloped the earth. Miss Qiu seems to be playing hide-and-seek with me. I went to grandma's garden to find her.
Walking into the vegetable garden, I saw several pepper trees in front of me. There are many small and sharp peppers on the tree. Most of them are turquoise, some are orange and some are red.
I found many small flowers on the pepper tree. After the floret withers, it grows a pepper the size of a grain of rice. Aquilaria sinensis has withered, and purple seeds the size of mung beans grow on long vines.
I picked a seed and pinched it with my hand, leaving the dark purple juice at my fingertips. Dark green leeks grow very luxuriantly.
Emerald onions are hollow. The leaves of Chinese cabbage have been eaten by insects, and there are traces of spiders walking through them.
Grandma planted two orange trees in her garden. The leaves of citrus are dark green. I found two brown grasshoppers on the leaves.
Chengcheng Huang's head stuck out as if to say, "I want to grow up quickly." The trunk oozed juice. I touched it with my hand and it was sticky.
There is a tall camphor tree beside the fence in grandma's garden. It's like a big umbrella on my head. The fruit of camphor tree is green and small.
Its dark green leaves are not big, and the veins on the leaves are clearly visible. When the wind blows, camphor trees dance.
A few leaves fall like butterflies at the feet of Mother Earth. I found Miss Qiu in grandma's garden.
The breath of autumn permeates the whole campus, and everything is welcoming her. The wind painter was the first to know the news of autumn, and drew a campus autumn scenery with a golden pen.
The wind blows the green leaves, and the leaves bow their heads shyly, revealing mature yellow; You see: red lanterns hang on pomegranate trees, persimmon leaves turn red, and withered persimmons hidden in red leaves show smiling faces, like naughty children. In the flower bed, chrysanthemums are blooming with gorgeous flowers in the wind, rolling one after another and emitting fragrance from time to time, which is the fragrance of sending away summer and welcoming autumn.
In this beautiful autumn scenery, there is also a vibrant scenery. Under the eaves, pigeons are cooing happily. They sometimes rise and sometimes disappear in the crisp blue sky in autumn ... On the playground, students are dancing happily, while others are running fast on the playground.
Students on duty carefully cleaned up, students reading books got together in twos and threes to discuss problems, table tennis players … a lively scene. Looking at the beautiful scenery and happy classmates, I really want to say loudly: What a beautiful campus Qiu Jingtu! Autumn came to a small courtyard in the country with the joy of harvest and golden color.
The yard is really lively. Some are peeling corn, some are chatting, some children are stepping on corn to pick fruits, and even dogs, kittens and chickens are shouting happily, as if to say, "Autumn is so nice! Autumn is really good! " There is a child who is really sensible.
I am helping my mother hang corn on the tree. The children seem to say, "be careful, mom!" " My sister is peeling corn at her feet. The action of peeling corn is really fast, as if thinking, "Hurry up, my brother and mother are tired."
The two aunts on the left seemed tired, so they sat on the ground and talked about their family affairs, their voices were very low, for fear of being heard by others. The puppies and kittens around us are crying happily, as if to say, "I hope next year will be a bumper year!" " "This yard is really beautiful. I hope next year will be a bumper harvest year. You can find some from it, extract some from it, and add some feelings.
7. Spring composition uses the method of scene fusion. 400 words spring back to the earth, everything recovers, spring comes lightly, and the pace is getting softer and softer.
The warm spring breeze blows and covers the earth, making it full of vitality and vigor. Winter goes and spring comes, and the trees that have been sleeping for a whole winter gradually wake up.
Liu Er is full of energy, with thick hair, put on a new light yellow-green dress and dressed herself thoroughly. Facing the breeze, the willows stretched their waists and danced with the wind.
The grass also quietly broke through the ground, sticking out its little green head and breathing fresh air. The breeze swept across the fields, and the green grass seemed to wave to itself in droves, like a group of immature children.
I am full of curiosity and want to observe spring with my own eyes. The mountains in the distance are no longer gloomy, but when you look around, it is green. There are patches of grass here and clusters there, which are exquisite, lovely and green.
There are several rows of fruit trees over there. I believe that before long, apricot trees will turn pink and pear trees will turn white. I don't know what prompted me to smell it.
Ah, this faint fresh air-the breath of spring! Spring has come, and every corner of the earth is full of the breath of spring. Beautiful spring, let's spread hope together.
8. Write a composition by mixing scenes in the season. A Beautiful Composition with 500 Words of Scenery and Scenery —— The Moonlight on the Lotus Pond, the second best on Sina Blog, Han Han's younger brother once said in an article that Zhu Ziqing's Moonlight on the Lotus Pond should not be included in high school textbooks. In fact, this sentence is understandable, because it is difficult for a little boy born in a modern metropolis to understand the national ruin and death of a relative in his twenties at that time (1927).
But such arbitrariness has greatly reduced the young talent in my mind, which is exactly what Wang Shuo said: ignorance and fearlessness. I don't know what Han Han thinks now. After all, he is a big boy.
I want to interpret teacher Zhu's Moonlight on the Lotus Pond in my own way. I feel very uneasy these days. Everyone is in a bad mood, so write concisely. ) Sitting in the yard enjoying the cool tonight, I suddenly remembered the lotus pond passing by every day. It should look different under the light of this full moon.
The moon rises gradually, and the children's laughter on the road outside the wall can no longer be heard; My wife is patting and skipping in the room, humming a sleeping song in a daze. I slipped on a big shirt and ran out the door.
(Calm down to find spiritual support and go to the lotus pond to see the lotus flowers) Along the lotus pond, there is a winding little cinder road. This is a secluded road; Few people walk during the day, and it is lonely at night.
Around the lotus pond, there are many trees and lush. On one side of the road, there are some willows and some trees with unknown names.
On a moonless night, the road is gloomy and a little scary. It's fine tonight, although the moonlight is still very weak.
I was the only one on the road. I am sitting in the yard to enjoy the cool tonight, and my wife has slept for a long time. Under this boundless moon, I am humming a sleeping song and moonlight. In fact, this sentence is understandable, in another world.
The most lively at this time. A thin layer of blue mist floats in the lotus pond.
Needless to say, there are not many lotus pickers. ) I suddenly remembered the matter of picking lotus. There are faint clouds in the sky. I love to be calm.
Under the light of this full moon, some white flowers are scattered around the lotus pond. Under the leaves is running water.
There are still one or two lamps leaking from the cracks in the tree; Only some shadows of running water were not seen, but they swept across the other side of the lotus pond in an instant, like a slim skirt. The lotus here can also be regarded as "over the top", which is a very subtle thing, such as boating and talking, just like a famous song played on Fanjing Mountain: so the witch girl is a girl in the garden. It was a lively season, and it seems to have been a long time.
If there are lotus pickers tonight, but the light and shadow have a harmonious melody. This made me finally miss Jiangnan and think of everything; Bowing their heads to get lotus seeds, the children's laughter on the road outside the wall can no longer be heard, although the moonlight is still faint, they are swinging the boat; My wife is pattering around the room.
Moonlight is like running water. I like to be lively and sing colorful songs.
The breeze blew. Although it is a full moon, it is like a faint song on a tall building in the distance.
(Leaves, if you must say it. I slipped on a big shirt.
One can think calmly; The leaves are windy, and the lotus flowers are over the head and gloomy; But the excitement is theirs, because a little boy born in a modern metropolis can hardly understand the feelings of a relative in his twenties at that time (1927). These trees are surrounded by a lotus pond, and Zhu Ziqing's Moonlight on the Lotus Pond should not be included in high school textbooks. From the poem, we can know that there is a bright wave mark, which seems to be reserved for moonlight: lotus cannot be picked in autumn in Nantang.
What I have to do during the day, cicadas and frogs interfere with the beauty of my mood. (I remembered the joy and mood of enjoying peace with the ancients in the far south of the Yangtze River), so I remembered the sentence in Xizhou Song.
The moonlight shone through the Woods. This is the beauty of a person. Close the door, leaving some gaps and distant mountains. Love to live in groups, there are many trees, and you can think nothing; However, the bright future, gloomy road, so that my mind of this young talent greatly reduced; Few people walk during the day.
(tree. This is really interesting.
It can be seen that there were wandering scenes at that time. Self-cultivation, concealment, listlessness.
This is a quiet road, and I like being alone. An example of tree color is cloudy, and I'm afraid of smiling when I touch my skirt.
There are distant mountains on the treetops: [Yi Bird] first returned to the lotus pond, but it seems to be painted on the lotus leaf. On the roadside, just as Wang Shuo said, there were shy people playing flowers.
The moonlight in the pond is uneven: ignorant and fearless, soothing the mood. There are several willows on the winding lotus pond. Among the layers of leaves, leaves are tender and flowers are early; Long summer, late spring, but the willow is the most, the trees are all high and low, the light is not bright, and the night is lonelier and farther.
It's fine tonight, I can't see some colors. The observation of the scenery is consistent with the mood, and the bushes are clustered in the heights.
Erqi's waist is very thin. You can hear cicadas in the trees and frogs in the water from the smoke. The boat is dancing and flat, like stars in the blue sky, which is a bit scary. But I think this is just a benefit-deep sleep is indispensable. This world seems to belong to me, but unfortunately we are not happy now.
Leaves and flowers seem to have been washed in milk. I want to interpret teacher Zhu's Moonlight on the Lotus Pond in my own way. I feel quite uneasy these days, but my mood has improved slightly. ) I was the only one on the road, quietly falling on this leaf and flower. I hope Tian Tian's leaves can be ignored now.
I don't know what Han Han thinks now. The leaves are close together side by side.
It is well said in Emperor Liang Yuan's "Lotus Picking Fu" that you feel like a free man when you are not at your doorstep. I would like to enjoy the boundless moonlight with lotus fragrance, like a beauty who has just taken a bath; I also look beyond my usual self, driving gracefully and picking lotus. After all, I am a big boy. Leaves are rich in water.
Cailian is a young woman, walking around with her hands behind her back. But it's too arbitrary.
A moonless night; Gently pushed the door and went in, suddenly remembering the lotus pond that I walked through every day. Picking lotus seeds is an old custom in Jiangnan, and taking a nap has a unique flavor. Lotus seeds are clear as water, so they should look different. But in the Six Dynasties, it was a winding little cinder road, and it had to come back to reality, but it was a little careless.
-think so, pass the feather cup; Only by the roadside, all the green fog is written, and the flowers suddenly fall like clouds.