1. Describe an object from the perspective of hearing, vision, smell, taste and touch, 100 words
I don’t know when the snow started to fall, and it drifted leisurely from Falling down from the mesmerizing sky.
The magnificent hexagonal petals, as light as smoke, as moist as jade, and as white as clouds, quietly fell to the earth, covering Mother Earth with a quilt. Looking around, the whole world is white like a fairy tale kingdom of ice and snow.
The branches with fallen leaves are covered with shiny silver bars, and the eaves are hung with small crystal-like ice bamboo shoots, which are decorated with an exquisite and clear lace. The boundaries between heaven and earth are not so clear, they are all white.
The whole world is spotless and crystal clear. The charming little snowflakes, as pure and lovely as white little angels, come from the longing and magical sky. They are in various shapes and forms and are extremely beautiful... Farmers all say: A three-layer wheat quilt in winter will be used as a pillow next year. Mantou sleeps.
This heavy snowfall is really timely. It freezes all overwintering pests in the soil to death; the snowwater seeps deep into the soil and provides the needs for crop growth. There will be a bumper harvest next year! The children all got up early as an exception and chased and played in the snow. Some made snowmen and some had snowball fights... Their laughter and laughter could be heard from time to time, and the sounds echoed in the sky for a long time.
No matter how strong the wind is or how heavy the snow is, they are not afraid, they play and make trouble to their heart's content. Snow, you bring joy and hope to people.
Poets and painters praise your beauty and purity. The farmer uncle praises you for bringing them hope of a good harvest.
The children praise you for creating a vast world of entertainment for them. The swirling snowflakes are like jade flakes, plum blossoms, feathers, catkins... Every little snowflake is so pure and light.
Oh, Snow, you are the embodiment of truth, goodness and beauty, I like you! I don’t know when, the snow was falling from the mesmerizing sky. The magnificent hexagonal petals, as light as smoke, as moist as jade, and as white as clouds, quietly fell to the earth, covering Mother Earth with a quilt.
Looking around, the whole world is white like a fairy tale kingdom of ice and snow. The branches with fallen leaves are covered with shiny silver bars, and the eaves are hung with small crystal-like ice bamboo shoots, which are decorated with an exquisite and clear lace.
The boundaries between heaven and earth are not so clear, they are all white. The whole world is spotless and crystal clear.
The charming little snowflakes, as pure and lovely as white little angels, come from the longing and magical sky, in various shapes and forms, extremely beautiful... The farmer uncles all said: Maigai in winter Three-layer quilt, sleep with steamed buns on my pillow next year. This heavy snowfall was really timely. It froze all the overwintering pests in the soil to death; the snowwater seeped deep into the soil and provided the crops with the growth needs.
There will be a bumper harvest next year! The children all got up early as an exception and chased and played in the snow. Some made snowmen and some had snowball fights... Their laughter and laughter could be heard from time to time, and the sounds echoed in the sky for a long time. No matter how strong the wind was or how heavy the snow was, they were not afraid and played and made noise to their heart's content.
Snow, you bring joy and hope to people. Poets and painters praise your beauty and purity.
The farmer uncle praises you for bringing them hope of a good harvest. Children praise you for creating a vast world of entertainment for them.
The snowflakes that are flying are like jade chips, plum blossoms, feathers, catkins... Every small snowflake is so pure and light. Oh, Snow, you are the embodiment of truth, goodness and beauty, I like you. 2. Describe a thing from the perspective of hearing, vision, smell, taste, and touch, 100 words
Snow
I don’t know when, the snow is falling and drifting leisurely. Falling down from the mesmerizing sky.
The magnificent hexagonal petals, as light as smoke, as moist as jade, and as white as clouds, quietly fell to the earth, covering Mother Earth with a quilt. Looking around, the whole world is white like a fairy tale kingdom of ice and snow. The branches with fallen leaves are covered with shiny silver bars.
The eaves are hung with small crystal-like ice bamboo shoots, framing the eaves with an exquisite and clear lace. The boundaries between heaven and earth are not so clear, they are all white. The whole world is spotless and crystal clear. The charming little snowflakes, as pure and lovely as white little angels, come from the longing and magical sky, in various shapes and forms, extremely beautiful...
The farmer uncles all said: Wheat Gai in winter Three-layer quilt, sleep with steamed buns on my pillow next year. This heavy snowfall was really timely. It froze all the overwintering pests in the soil to death; the snowwater seeped deep into the soil and provided the crops with the growth needs. There will be a bumper harvest next year! The children all got up early as an exception and chased and played in the snow. Some made snowmen and some had snowball fights... Their laughter and laughter could be heard from time to time, and the sounds echoed in the sky for a long time. No matter how strong the wind is or how heavy the snow is, they are not afraid and they play and make noise to their heart's content.
Snow, you bring joy and hope to people. Poets and painters praise your beauty and purity. The farmer uncle praises you for bringing them hope of a good harvest.
Children praise you for creating a vast world of entertainment for them.
The snowflakes that are flying are like jade chips, plum blossoms, feathers, catkins... Every small snowflake is so pure and light. Oh, Snow, you are the embodiment of truth, goodness and beauty, I like you!
I don’t know when, the snow was falling from the mesmerizing sky.
The magnificent hexagonal petals, as light as smoke, as moist as jade, and as white as clouds, quietly fell to the earth, covering Mother Earth with a quilt. Looking around, the whole world is white like a fairy tale kingdom of ice and snow. The branches with fallen leaves are covered with shiny silver bars.
The eaves are hung with small crystal-like ice bamboo shoots, framing the eaves with an exquisite and clear lace. The boundaries between heaven and earth are not so clear, they are all white. The whole world is spotless and crystal clear. The charming little snowflakes, as pure and lovely as white little angels, come from the longing and magical sky. They are in various shapes and forms, extremely beautiful...
Farmers all say: Maigai in winter Three-layer quilt, sleep with steamed buns on my pillow next year. This heavy snowfall was really timely. It froze all the overwintering pests in the soil to death; the snowwater seeped deep into the soil and provided the crops with the growth needs. There will be a bumper harvest next year! The children all got up early as an exception and chased and played in the snow. Some made snowmen and some had snowball fights... Their laughter and laughter could be heard from time to time, and the sounds echoed in the sky for a long time. No matter how strong the wind was or how heavy the snow was, they were not afraid and played and made noise to their heart's content.
Snow, you bring joy and hope to people. Poets and painters praise your beauty and purity. The farmer uncle praises you for bringing them hope of a good harvest. Children praise you for creating a vast world of entertainment for them.
The flying snowflakes are like jade chips, plum blossoms, feathers, catkins... Every small snowflake is so pure and light. Oh, Snow, you are the embodiment of truth, goodness and beauty, I like you! 3. Use the five senses (vision, hearing, touch, taste, smell) to describe the composition before class, quite a few
When I arrived at school in the morning, there were still ten minutes before class, and there was no one on campus. Anyway, I had nothing to do, so I chose a path further away from the teaching building - a forest trail, and took a walk.
When you walk into the trail, you will feel a strong natural fragrance. On both sides of me are orange trees, full of small green oranges, which make me really want to pick a few and taste them. But when I thought about the consequences of stealing, I immediately gave up the idea.
There were many weeds growing under the orange trees, which seemed to be tickling my feet (I was wearing sandals). It made me want to laugh, but I was also afraid that a few weeds would suddenly run out from the grass. The little bug came to bite me, so I quickened my pace.
"Squeak...squeak...", the gentle sound of crickets came from deep in the grass. My curiosity stopped me. Are there crickets? I thought to myself: It wouldn’t be a bad idea to catch a cricket and study it. I pushed aside the grass with my hands, and the sound stopped immediately. I widened my eyes and couldn't see it. Hey, forget it, it's too smart, I straightened up and kept walking.
Further forward, the orange trees on both sides turned into flower bushes. Only a gravel path separated the flower bushes, and many bees were flying around among the flowers. In order not to be stung by the bee, I ran quickly. The trail is nearing its end. At this time, the class *** sounded. Why does time fly by so fast? My watch must have been broken. I didn’t think much about it. I threw my schoolbag and ran upstairs... 4. Use taste, smell, touch, vision, hearing, and several aspects to describe the scenery in about 100 words.
Rows of tall plane trees began to rustle, and leaves fell on my shoulders, in my hands, and then to the ground. They did not stop, but continued to play and play, wearing colorful clothes. You are running after me.
Look at how many of them are scattered with dark green dotted in this army. Yellow is undoubtedly the main color of this army. They are uniformly dressed and are quite ready for battle. The momentum and the dust raised in the battle will make you taste the taste of earth. Look at what excellent warriors they are, some are injured and stained, and their curves are damaged; some are mobilized by the whole family, old and young, they are also so dedicated in this army... Listen carefully, the formation Their professionalism can be seen in the fighting in the formation. What excellent soldiers, lovely warriors! . 5. Write an essay (spring, summer, autumn and winter) through vision, hearing, taste, smell and touch. Choose one
Ginkgo leaves in autumn. The autumn girl came happily dancing a beautiful waltz.
The leaves gradually lost their green luster and unknowingly put on golden dresses. I picked off a piece, put it in my hand and caressed it carefully.
It's not smooth, but it's not rough either. The autumn wind took away its moisture and made it a bit hard.
There was a small crack in the middle of the leaf, as if someone had accidentally torn it open. I looked at the leaf toward the sun, and the meridians on the leaf were clearly displayed. They looked like human blood vessels! I put the leaf in front of my nose and took a deep breath. The faint fragrance entered my lungs leisurely. It was the smell of nature.
The leaves of the tree are like small unfolded fans, and like beautiful butterflies, resting quietly on the branches.
The leaves are green in spring and plump in summer. In autumn, the leaves of ginkgo come in many colors, some are green with yellow, some are half yellow and half green, and some are all yellow.
The sun shines in, and the leaves are dazzling in the sunshine, as if lovely life is leaping among the branches; the leaves that are not illuminated by the sun are swaying on the branches not to be outdone. When the wind comes, they will take the opportunity to get close, whispering in a "rustling" manner, and some reluctantly leave the embrace of the tree, dancing and falling in mid-air... After the wind passes, they return to calmness, seeming to be immersed in In his own reverie, he remained silent.
These ginkgo leaves do not know what death is, nor do they know that spring will come again. They are born for the big tree, and countless leaves do the same job - dedicating the milk of life to the big tree.
These leaves are very simple, living in obscurity and without publicity. However, this humble leaf can report the news of spring to people, bring them hope and joy; it can also provide people with green shade to rest when the sun is scorching; when autumn comes, it is willing to sacrifice itself and return to the great outdoors. The roots of the tree return to the embrace of the earth.
The ginkgo leaves in autumn are far less vibrant than the leaves in spring and summer, but they are full and mature! Because it understands dedication, it is as it is now, selflessly and silently dedicating itself to the reincarnation of life. The cold wind blows, and the golden ginkgo leaves fall down, as if telling a beautiful story... 6. A short composition of about 100 words covering touch, hearing, smell, and vision
I am a pen, a beautiful pen.
I was born in the Minnie Stationery Factory and was wholesaled to convenience supermarkets. Then I was bought by a fat woman for two yuan and placed in a dark cupboard. One day, I was taken out by a little girl with short hair, and I saw clearly how beautiful I was - wearing a high-end hat, wearing snow-white clothes, with an innocent and cute little white painted on my clothes. Rabbit, also engraved with exquisite lines, the little girl looked at it again and again, and said to another girl with a ponytail: "Look, my mother's pen is so beautiful!" Then she looked at it again from the cupboard hole. He took a pink fountain pen that exuded fragrance, and said to the little girl with a ponytail: "Look, there is another fountain pen."
Then, she seemed to smell the fountain pen too I smelled it, and then said to the other girl: "Smell it." "Ah, it smells so good!" said the girl with the ponytail.
The little girl listened with a proud look on her face. As I looked at it, I felt a little jealous of the pink pen. I thought: It would be great if there was fragrance on my body! The little master put me in the pencil case. After a while, she took me out, looked left and right, thought for a while, and finally took off my clothes, put it in the blue ink, and let me drink water. I took a sip and thought it tasted good, so I drank it all. When I had enough, the little master wiped my mouth for me, and then used me to write again. I couldn't mention how happy I was, because I could do it for the little master. Thank you for your service. If I look at the "pink girl" in the yellow pencil box, I'm so beautiful! After finishing the work, the little master put me in the yellow pencil box, which contained a ruler, eraser, pencil, scissors... We quickly became good friends, and we had a great time! How lucky is my beautiful pen! Children, do you like me? ┏(^ω^)=.
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Speaking of spring, a happy smile will hang on the corner of my mouth from time to time. "Spring" represents a new starting point, a new goal, and the beginning of a new year. After the spring Summer, autumn and winter, I have gone through every bit of life, just for one purpose! That's to welcome the arrival of spring. When I looked up, spring was indeed here! The warm sunshine begins to melt the coldness of winter and takes away its coldness. The earth seems to have recovered, and the birds are chirping on the branches. This seems to be the purest symphony of spring! Look! There is a group of birds on the telephone pole that has organized its team and is waiting for the conductor to direct it. Come on, come on, the conductor is standing at the front of the team. One! two! three! Listen, listen! The chorus has begun. This rhythm is better than Beethoven, this melody is better than Mozart, and even this essence is better than Handel... Ding dong, ding dong. "What is this sound?" "Oh" I understand. , it turned out to be melted snow water! I love spring so much! I am often attracted by the moist smell of spring. This smell has the longing for spring and the fragrance that has been brewing for a long time. If you smell it carefully, it turns out that it comes from the soil! No wonder they are always lingering in the sky! Speaking of "promise", it's really old! I was still young at that time, but I had a lot of secrets in my heart. I just wanted to find a child the same age as me to listen to me describe the secrets in my heart as my friend. But it was too difficult to find, not because I was too old. The course was too tight, so I swung on the swing and watched the catkins fluttering, which gave me an idea. Hehe! I said: "You can be my friend in the spring." It seemed to understand what I said. I continued: "Every spring from now on, I will exchange with you the grievances I have suffered this year and the feelings in my heart." Let's keep it a secret." At this time, I felt so happy because I had found a good "confidant". In the eyes of others, this kind of behavior is already stupid, but I don't think so. I found a good "confidant" It is a kind of conversation to share the unhappiness and little secrets of this year with a friend. After the conversation, it is the beginning of the new year, and we have to work hard and make progress. I love spring so much! I really want to keep it. So I hope spring and I can be good friends forever.