The drizzle moistened the whole campus. Small trees, grass and flowers on campus are greedily sucking the dew of spring, and there is a vibrant scene everywhere.
The breeze in spring is better. Blow it gently on your face, making you suddenly feel relaxed and happy. Another breeze blew, gently bending the green trees, lovely grass and colorful flowers. They seem to say hello to Sister Chun happily!
Small trees, grass and flowers on campus can better show the vitality of spring. Green saplings have spent a long winter, ushered in a new spring, sprouted new buds and new leaves, which makes them look more energetic. Not to be outdone, the grass grew up in a hurry, surrounded the flower bed like a loyal guard, protecting every grass and tree in the flower bed. The flowers are more beautiful, and the colorful ones seem to be fighting. One is more beautiful than the other, and the other is more vivid.
Ah, vibrant spring is coming. Please enter the spring, see with your eyes, listen with your ears, smell with your nose and feel the beautiful spring with your heart!
Comments: The little author loves nature, is close to nature, observes nature carefully, finds the beauty of spring from the grass and trees of nature, and feels the wonder and greatness of nature, thus expressing the thoughts and feelings of the little author who loves life. And can master certain writing skills, such as the beginning of each paragraph: We came to …… and the end of each paragraph: Spring echoed the beginning of …, and the last paragraph is the conclusion: We found spring in …, which played a little role. The text is concise and beautiful, full of childlike interest.
2. The composition about spring uses the above-mentioned poetic structure. Dressed in rainbow-like colorful clothes, Miss Chun walked with light steps and smiled off her white-haired Grandpa Dong.
Clouds like catkins float in the blue sky. On the willows in the field, the soft branches have pulled out the green willow leaves. The swallow is the messenger of spring. It comes from the south in a hurry to tell people the joy of spring.
In the field, under the care of spring, a hundred flowers blossom and compete for beauty. It can be said that "the benefit of spring is not the fragrance, but the fragrance is the most delicate." By the time of Qingming, the colorful flowers were in chaos and half of the spring breeze was gone. "
Under the warmth of the sunshine, the ice in the river began to melt slowly, and the small ice did not stop melting, and finally merged with the clear lake of Ming Che. The gurgling sound of running water makes people feel the joy and attachment of spring flowers.
Oh? What is that? Look around? Take a closer look, the original sprouting grass has pushed the dirt off its head and is enjoying this beautiful world.
Spring is neither like a hot summer, nor like a fruity autumn, nor like a cold winter. She is so beautiful, gentle and simple.
Today is really a happy day. I'm going to find my old friend and enjoy his private garden!
Along the way, the warm sunshine shone on me and a breeze accompanied me. Birds are singing happily, as if to tell people that spring is coming and I am walking happily on the road.
Unconsciously, I came to his door and knocked quietly. He didn't open the door for a long time. I think he must have gone out on business. When I bowed my head and wanted to go, I suddenly saw footprints stepping on moss, and my feet were covered with moss. I think he probably blamed us for stepping on his moss, so I knocked on the door again, but there was still no movement in the room. Just as I was about to leave, I suddenly saw an almond rushing out of the wall. It is so exquisite and full of energy! I seem to see all the flowers in the garden are blooming, azaleas, pink peach blossoms and snow-white pear blossoms. . How yearning! I don't think his reputation can be like this, and I feel very gratified.
This time, although I didn't see the paradise in the garden, I was a little disappointed, but seeing the red apricots rushing out of the wall strengthened my determination to come again next time.
4. How light the steps of Spring Girl are! She came to the field quietly, and you see: the grass woke up, broke through the ground and sprouted. Flowers are also blooming ... people are enjoying the beautiful scenery, and before you know it, it's late spring in March. ...
The poet Yang Wanli stood at the window, admiring the beautiful scenery, and admiring in his heart: Spring is so beautiful, why don't I come and enjoy it?
Outside the window is the charming scenery: the peaks and green trees are full of vitality. They purify the air and let people breathe fresh air. At the same time, they also protect our motherland from harm. There is a family in front of the mountain peak, and each family smokes. They may be cooking delicious white rice. There is a golden rape flower in the field, and the flowers on the big tree next to it fall off like petal rain in the field next door. Suddenly, there was a rush of footsteps on the path. Oh, it turns out that some children are catching butterflies! The path echoed with their laughter. They had a good time. Suddenly, a child fell, and so did others behind him. This one says, "ouch! You are suppressing me. " The man said, "ouch, you're hurting me." ..... The butterfly flew into the cauliflower. They searched and searched, but they couldn't find it. At this time, they are just like the monk Zhang Er-scratching their heads.
Yang Wanli saw, a poem, sing a way:
Hedges are sparse and deep,
The flowers at the top of the tree are not shady.
The children rushed to chase the yellow disc,
Flying into cauliflower is nowhere to be found.
300 words of Xugongdian Poems in Sushi City (2)
One spring, Yang Wanli visited the new town and lived in Xugong Store. One morning, Yang Wanli went for a walk in the garden. Beside the sparse fence, there is a path stretching into the distance. The flowers on the roadside trees have fallen, but the new leaves have just grown and have not yet formed a shade. The fields are full of rape blossoms, and the rape blossoms in Huang Chengcheng are very beautiful. Attracting beautiful butterflies to dance on rape flowers.
The children took off their heavy cotton-padded clothes, rushed out of the house and ran around in the fields to catch butterflies. A child saw a beautiful yellow butterfly. He opened his hands and jumped carefully. He was about to catch it. The butterfly flew into the flowers, hid in the flowers, motionless, mixed in the rape flowers, and never disappeared again. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew over and the rape blossoms moved. The child jumped up happily and shouted excitedly, "Hehe!
I finally caught you. He opened his hands carefully and saw that it was a rape flower. The child couldn't help laughing.
Yang Wanli couldn't help laughing.
Can not help but sing a way:
Hedges are sparse and deep,
The flowers at the top of the tree are not shady.
The children rushed to chase the yellow disc,
Flying into cauliflower is nowhere to be found.
Sushi City Xugong Branch 300-word Poetry (3)
It was a late spring season, and the poet Yang Wanli visited this new city and lived in Xuji Inn in the suburbs.
The humble inn is very clean, and when the doors and windows are opened, there is new green everywhere. The fresh pastoral atmosphere in the air made the poet forget the fatigue of the journey and lean against the window to enjoy the beautiful scenery of the countryside.
The sparse fence is obviously a unique landscape. There is a long and narrow path outside the fence, which is very quiet and quietly extends into the distance under the shade of green grass. There are tall old trees along the path. The flowers on the tree have withered and fallen to the ground, but the new leaves on the branches are a little pale green and have not yet grown into shade. In the field, rape blossoms are in full bloom, swaying the golden color of the ground in the sun, which makes people relaxed and happy.
The poet was immersed in this charming spring scenery. Suddenly, he saw two children running out of the path. Take a closer look. Hey, they are catching butterflies! Butterflies flapped their yellow wings and danced, making the children wave their little hands and run and shout happily. Maybe the butterfly was supposed to play with children, and then it flew to the cauliflower field in the blink of an eye, and the children couldn't find it.
Seeing this, the poet couldn't help laughing: charming countryside, lovely children, how poetic and touching poems-
Hedges are sparse and deep,
The flowers at the top of the tree are not shady.
The children chased Huang Die,
Flying into cauliflower is nowhere to be found.
Sushi City Xugong Branch 300-word Poetry (4)
In spring, in this season of revival of everything, the poet Yang Wanli came to a village and stayed in Xugongdian, a new town, where spring is strong, all loves is full of pastoral scenery.
The poet walked out of the inn and looked far away. There is a path next to the sparse fence, which leads to far away. The tree flowers on the roadside have withered, and the branches have just grown green leaves, but they have not yet grown into green shade. Look, there are no naughty children! He is chasing a yellow butterfly! The yellow butterfly flies higher and farther, and the children's eyes are full of envy: this butterfly is really beautiful and can fly! If only I could fly! At this time, the yellow butterfly flew into the cauliflower while he was not paying attention. The child looked around and shuttled back and forth between rape flowers, but he could not find it. Even a yellow butterfly can't tell from a rape flower.
Seeing this picturesque rural scenery, the poet wrote a poem: the hedge is sparse and deep, and the flowers at the head of the tree are not shaded. The children hurried after the yellow disc and flew into the cauliflower and couldn't find a place.
5. Write a poem about spring. The mountain plain is white Manchuria, Weng Juan is green, and the sound of Zigui is raining like smoke.
In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields. In Gaoding village, the long warblers fly in February, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke. When the children came back from school, they were busy flying kites in the east wind.
Liu Yong and Zhang Zhi's jasper are dressed as a tree, and the evergreen silk tapestry hangs down. I don't know who cut the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors. Looking for flowers by the river, Du Fu's Yellow Master Tower faces the river, and the spring is lazy and sleepy.
Peach blossoms have no owner, and lovely deep red loves light red. Du Fu's sunset is late, the mountains are beautiful and the spring scenery is fragrant.
Mud melts and swallows, sand warms sleep. Recalling that Bai Juyi in Jiangnan is good in Jiangnan, the scenery once seemed familiar.
When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass. Can you not remember Jiangnan?
Spring scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, thousands of miles of Du Mu singing green and reflecting red, water town mountain fruit wine flag wind. More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain.
Du Fu of Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night likes rain and knows the season. When spring comes, it will be born. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
The night is dark and the river is bright. Xiao sees the red and wet place, and the flowers in Jinguan City are heavy.
Hui Chong's "Spring River Scenery" Su Shi, a peach blossom outside the bamboo, is a prophet of duck warming in the spring river. The beach is covered with wormwood, asparagus is beginning to sprout, and puffer fish are preparing to swim upstream from the sea back to the river.
In spring, Zhu Shengri looks for the fragrant shore, and the vast scene is new for a while. Everyone can see the face of spring, the spring breeze blows flowers open, thousands of purple, and the scene of spring is everywhere.
6. How to write a poem about winter? What are the poems describing winter? 20 12-04-29 Snowflakes When a snowflake leaves the end of the blue sky, it floats around and says, "Goodbye! Goodbye, dear cloud, you are so cold! " Then gently step forward.
When a snowflake finds the bottom of a tree, "Hello!" He said-"You're safe! You are so lonely, dear, I want to rest, not to ask all my companions to come. " But when a brave and kind snowflake fell on the cheek of a beautiful rose, it was taken aback. "What a mild weather!" ! Is it this summer? "-he melted.
Winter in the north is winter. Winter in the north is winter, and there are yellow sand and desert land and sky everywhere: bare branches are stirring the north wind first-teams of athletes who dare to die are proudly standing in front of the war! Do not leave half a trace, do not leave a trace of attachment, only fight to the bone; Frost whip, snow fist, and wind sword that resist three winters, resist Chunyang's victory over disinfection, loneliness, and fierce suffering, and resist Chunyang's opening of the cage of life and releasing a fresh tree! Seeing the effect of struggle from endurance to patience, athletes will go home with a smile! Winter in the north is winter! Land and sky full of yellow sand; A sleepy bull in the field drew a few lines of whining geese on the western horizon. "In the Snow" thanked God for drawing such a picture, drawing the two of us on this lonely road; Snowflakes are as colorful as dreams, with an icy river in the middle.
My arm is gray, it is the sadness at the end of the year, but your face is flushed with spring-I thought, if there is a voice in the painting, I will definitely come out in my heart: "Dear girl!" You know what I mean, but you don't say a word lightly; All sentient beings, near and far, are ruthless, wandering in the snow without a master. Finally, I couldn't resist this silence any longer, and tore up the drawing with the only voice in my heart.
Snowflakes are still as ethereal as dreams, and you and I can't be separated in the ethereal. "The Joy of Snowflakes" If I were a snowflake, flying in the air, I would know my direction-flying, flying, flying-this land has my direction, not going to cold valleys, lonely foothills or desolate streets.
Juanjuan danced in mid-air and recognized the quiet residence. The garden was waiting for her to visit-fly, fly, fly-ah, she smelled of cinnabar plum! At that time, I clung to her skirt and clung to her gentle heart with my light body-dissolve, dissolve, dissolve-dissolve into her gentle heart! "Rare" is rare, the night is so quiet and rare, the fire is so warm, and it is a rare silence, a pair of lonely souls! No need to camp, no need to comment, no need to be arrogant, no need to be suspicious, no need to hate, just sit quietly in front of a fire and silently count the further alleys. Take a sip of white water, my friend, and moisten your chapped lips; My friend, if you add a few pieces of coal, a red flame will appreciate your hospitality.
In the cold winter night, friends, people know how to cherish the rare furnace salary; In the cold world, only a few sympathetic hearts are condensed! "Winter Night" sat in front of the red fire, and the luster of the wood made me feel unspeakable shy; Touching the faded satin, the black cat whispered. The shutters are fresh in the night air, and the stars under the pillars of the promenade are close at hand; Miss the warm dust outside, how many pedestrians were hit by the louder sound tonight.
"Snow" scatters numerous fluffy smallpox at night and weaves it into a great coat, gently wrapping the gaunt world from head to toe; Add a layer of mourning to the dead. Iraq has buried a fish scale roof, but you can't bury the smoke on the roof! Wisps of smoke! It is like a poet's upward soul, penetrating his own body: straight to heaven.
Wind and frost strut, and all beings in the forest fight for a long time. Finally, when they saw Oedipus, they all shouted happily: "Peace has arrived, and the struggle has succeeded! Isn't this the white flag that surrendered at the end of winter? " .
7. How to write a poem about winter? What are the poems describing winter? 20 12-04-29 Snowflakes When a snowflake leaves the end of the blue sky, it floats around and says, "Goodbye! Goodbye, dear cloud, you are so cold! " Then gently step forward.
When a snowflake finds the bottom of a tree, "Hello!" He said-"You're safe! You are so lonely, dear, I want to rest, not to ask all my companions to come. " But when a brave and kind snowflake fell on the cheek of a beautiful rose, it was taken aback. "What a mild weather!" ! Is it this summer? "-he melted.
Winter in the north is winter. Winter in the north is winter, and there are yellow sand and desert land and sky everywhere: bare branches are stirring the north wind first-teams of athletes who dare to die are proudly standing in front of the war! Do not leave half a trace, do not leave a trace of attachment, only fight to the bone; Frost whip, snow fist, and wind sword that resist three winters, resist Chunyang's victory over disinfection, loneliness, and fierce suffering, and resist Chunyang's opening of the cage of life and releasing a fresh tree! Seeing the effect of struggle from endurance to patience, athletes will go home with a smile! Winter in the north is winter! Land and sky full of yellow sand; A sleepy bull in the field drew a few lines of whining geese on the western horizon. "In the Snow" thanked God for drawing such a picture, drawing the two of us on this lonely road; Snowflakes are as colorful as dreams, with an icy river in the middle.
My arm is gray, it is the sadness at the end of the year, but your face is flushed with spring-I thought, if there is a voice in the painting, I will definitely come out in my heart: "Dear girl!" You know what I mean, but you don't say a word lightly; All sentient beings, near and far, are ruthless, wandering in the snow without a master. Finally, I couldn't resist this silence any longer, and tore up the drawing with the only voice in my heart.
Snowflakes are still as ethereal as dreams, and you and I can't be separated in the ethereal. "The Joy of Snowflakes" If I were a snowflake, flying in the air, I would know my direction-flying, flying, flying-this land has my direction, not going to cold valleys, lonely foothills or desolate streets.
Juanjuan danced in mid-air and recognized the quiet residence. The garden was waiting for her to visit-fly, fly, fly-ah, she smelled of cinnabar plum! At that time, I clung to her skirt and clung to her gentle heart with my light body-dissolve, dissolve, dissolve-dissolve into her gentle heart! "Rare" is rare, the night is so quiet and rare, the fire is so warm, and it is a rare silence, a pair of lonely souls! No need to camp, no need to comment, no need to be arrogant, no need to be suspicious, no need to hate, just sit quietly in front of a fire and silently count the further alleys. Take a sip of white water, my friend, and moisten your chapped lips; My friend, if you add a few pieces of coal, a red flame will appreciate your hospitality.
In the cold winter night, friends, people know how to cherish the rare furnace salary; In the cold world, only a few sympathetic hearts are condensed! "Winter Night" sat in front of the red fire, and the luster of the wood made me feel unspeakable shy; Touching the faded satin, the black cat whispered. The shutters are fresh in the night air, and the stars under the pillars of the promenade are close at hand; Miss the warm dust outside, how many pedestrians were hit by the louder sound tonight.
"Snow" scatters numerous fluffy smallpox at night and weaves it into a great coat, gently wrapping the gaunt world from head to toe; Add a layer of mourning to the dead. Iraq has buried a fish scale roof, but you can't bury the smoke on the roof! Wisps of smoke! It is like a poet's upward soul, penetrating his own body: straight to heaven.
Wind and frost strut, and all beings in the forest fight for a long time. Finally, when they saw Oedipus, they all shouted happily: "Peace has arrived, and the struggle has succeeded! Isn't this the white flag that surrendered at the end of winter? " .
8. In spring, I changed a poem of at least 300 words into a packaged poem "Occasionally Spring". Spring has come, the sun is shining and everything is reviving.
I rode a pleasant spring breeze and came to the suburbs with great interest. The spring breeze gently blows on my face, warm and comfortable.
In the sky, there are faint clouds floating in the blue sky, and they are constantly changing their appearance. Like a clever little monkey for a while, like a galloping white horse for a while, like a sleeping lion for a while.
Sometimes it is like a pony running on the grassland, like a boat floating on the lake, and sometimes it is like a lamb grazing on the grass. Time, unconsciously passed, and now it's almost noon.
"I" went to the side of the flowers and saw all kinds of flowers, such as peach blossom, apricot blossom, pear blossom and winter jasmine. , colorful, full of * *. These flowers are not only beautiful, but also smell delicious.
All kinds of flowers give off a refreshing fragrance. Beautiful flowers attract countless bees and butterflies.
They shuttle freely among the flowers, bees collect honey diligently among the flowers, and butterflies dance among the flowers. These lovely elves add a little interest to the empty fields. On my other side is a willow forest.
In the face of beautiful flowers, willow trees are not to be outdone. They all pulled out the tender leaves of goose yellow.
Many birds live on it. Walking, "I" unconsciously came to the river, the river was crystal clear, lively and lovely fish swam around in the water, and blue sky, white clouds and willow flowers reflected in the river, forming a colorful picture.
A swallow skimmed across the river, its wing tip occasionally touched the water, and a small halo rippled around. The fish jumped out of the water, as if to say hello to Mr. Chun.
Suddenly, an old man walked past me. He turned around and asked strangely, "Cheng Xueshi, why are you free to go out for a walk today?" "Yes!" "I" answered him with a smile. "I" thought: He may think that I take time out to play like a teenager! Thinking of this, "I" chanted: In the near afternoon, the clouds are light and the wind is light, and the flowers follow the willows across thousands of rivers.
At that time, people didn't understand my inner happiness at this moment, thinking that I was learning from young people and taking advantage of the good opportunity to steal. Reprinted from: Please adopt Happy Xiaolong's blog.