Lily _ Composition for Grade Four _ Composition for Primary School 1 If you haven't heard the story about lily, then I can tell you a story about lily in real life. After listening, you will understand how many hardships the lily went through before it bloomed.
My pen pal is a girl in the mountains. Before I wrote to her, she didn't know what the world was like in the city, let alone the neon lights in the city and the voluminous books in the library I often went to. She only saw the home with four walls, the window flying in the loess, and that window was the most beautiful existence in her life.
When we met as lovers, I began to write to her, telling her what the outside world was like and inviting her to visit my city. In her letter, she didn't say anything about expectations and hopes. She just described her recent difficulties to me as usual, but she could describe them so lightly, as if telling other people's stories.
After three years of correspondence, we graduated from high school and went to college. The difference is that she and I went to the same university in the deep mountain area. When she stood in front of me with her schoolbag on her back and smiled at me, there were only three words "Lily" in my mind. She is like a lily growing on a cliff. She has proved by her own actions that she is a flower, not a grass.
Later, in the same school, she had frequent face-to-face communication with me. She told me that when she described her life as usual, she didn't find it difficult, but she was really telling her daily life. At this time, she also told me how eager she was to come to my city. She solves those troubles in life every day, just to come to my face one day, watch the sun in the sky, the ants on the ground and feel the air in the city with me.
Now she always smiles and says to me, "The air in the city is still not as good as that in our mountains." She asked me to go back with her to see the mountain and see how she, a lily in my heart, tried to prove that she was not a grass.
Lily _ Grade Four Composition _ Primary School Composition 2 The breeze outside the window blows the quietly sprouting willow branches, and the gentle sunshine shines on the pale face of the girl in the hospital bed through the brown curtains. The girl glanced coldly and lowered her eyes. The little boy beside the bed didn't seem to see this scene and said excitedly, "Sister, look! Spring is coming! " The girl was unmoved and recalled what the doctor said to her mother in the office yesterday:
"She won't survive this spring."
The boy curled his lips, jumped out of bed and ran out of the ward. After a while, he came back quietly. He went to the girl's bed and presented a treasure to the little hand hidden behind her back. A corn lily lay quietly in the boy's fleshy hand. "Sister! The flower language of corn lily is brave, for you. " Say that finish into the girl's hand and ran out. The girl looked at the lily in her hand in surprise and burst into a smile.
In the evening, the boy came back, sat on the bed with his legs crossed and said to the girl, "Sister, you must be brave, don't be defeated by difficulties, and be a dazzling lily!" " "The girl smiled gently and said," Don't worry, my sister will cheer up, pursue her dreams and prove her existence. The boy's big eyes suddenly lit up. He held out his hand and said, "Sister, pull down the hook." "The girl also stretched out her slender hand and said to the little boy," Hang yourself with a hook and never change it for a hundred years. "At dusk, the faint sunshine shines on the little boys and girls, and the lilies also give off a faint light.
From that day on, the girl was no longer as indifferent as before, and her face was filled with happiness every day. She picked up the violin that she had studied for many years.
Two months later, she stood on the podium of the violin competition champion. She smiled brighter than the sun, and she finally proved herself with strength.
If it is a flower, it must be open; If it is sunlight, it will spread; If it is a cloud, it will wander.
Spring has passed and the girl is still alive. Doctors admire the girl's mentality. Finally, the girl went to heaven in summer. Before closing her eyes, she held the corn lily in her arms and murmured with a smile, "I kept the agreement."
Lily _ composition for the fourth grade _ composition for the third grade of primary school In the field, several wild lilies are immersed in the cold of winter, and the others have fallen down, only one is still standing there, indomitable spirit.
The school is going to hold a singing contest, and everyone is very active in signing up. Suddenly, a voice said, "You can't sing as well as our monitor." Indeed, the monitor's singing is very nice. They gave up the idea of signing up, but I stuck to my original idea.
It began to rain in Mao Mao in the fields, like needles and ox hair, weaving densely and stroking wild lilies, bringing showers to this dry winter.
The teacher heard our conversation, pulled me aside, encouraged me, and told me that since I have a dream, I must realize it and don't give up. I was moved, so I had a heart to realize my dream-standing in the center of the stage.
The rain changed from a hazy drizzle to a mighty heavy rain, hitting the wild lily hard. The wild lily still stands there firmly and unyieldingly, because it knows that this is the last rain in winter, and after the rain, it is spring, which belongs to itself, because the lily beside it has already withered.
There is still one month before the match day. I get up early for half an hour every day to practice, ask the music teacher for advice, and listen to that song repeatedly, so that I can show my style on the match day.
The rain stopped, the big wiper blew the dust off the wild lily, the butterfly stayed on the wild lily, and spring came.
It's finally the day of the game. I stood in the center of the stage, singing Invisible Wings, and finally walked off the stage. One player after another went up and down, and it was time to announce the result of the game. The referee read out the list of winners: "Today's champion is a strong classmate who sings" Don't cry even if you are injured ",and the cover of" Invisible Wings "!" I succeeded, I think my spring has come, which was bought by unyielding.
Next to the wild lily, the grass poked its head out. Wild lily was washed away by heavy rain and became cleaner and purer.
The spring breeze gently touches it and tells it that you have a different spirit. You have won the spring and your spring has come.
Lily _ Grade Four Composition _ Primary School Composition 4 In the plant kingdom, there is a kind of flower, which represents purity and solemnity. It has beautiful and delicate flowers, and its slender body is like a slim woman. The petals curl slightly downward, forming a beautiful lily.
I remember it was a Sunday. I ran in the community in the morning as usual, and I came across a lily with erect plants and leaves like bamboo. I crouched down and carefully observed the flawless "cloud". The fresh leaves are green and the white flowers are tender. This is the first time for me to stare at and appreciate a bunch of lilies so closely.
I forgot to continue running in the morning, so I went online to find information as soon as I got home.
Lily _ Grade Four Composition _ Primary School Composition 5 Lulu's mother has been in hospital for two weeks, but her condition has not improved.
Mother's body has lost a lot of weight, and the whole person is pale and weak, like a piece of soaked white paper. The nurse who takes care of her comes to clean and disinfect her room regularly every week. At this time, my mother will choose to take a nap because her nose is very sensitive and she can't stand the smell of disinfectant for a long time.
One weekend, my mother woke up from a nap and found that the pungent disinfectant was much lighter, and there was still a faint flower fragrance lingering between her nose. She looked up and found a lovely vase on the cabinet on the right, which contained several lilies stained with dew. A gust of wind blew into the curtains, and the sun shone into the ward, illuminating the quiet lily.
My mother, who has long-term experience in flower cultivation, immediately recognized this as her favorite flower, perfume lily. When I was in the hospital, I was worried that the flowers planted at home would die. But who put it here?
Mother is full of doubts.
This is, the nurse pushed the door and came in. When she saw her mother sitting up, she smiled and said, "Your daughter came just now, left the flowers there for you and left."
"lulu? But doesn't she have a piano competition at school today? " Mother frowned slightly, and her doubts were even greater.
"Yes, she said it was a piano competition. She came here in the white dress of the performance, and was stained with sweat before she could take off her makeup, but she looked cute, like an angel. She sent the flowers in a hurry and went back to school immediately, waiting for the next performance. However, she said that there happened to be perfume lilies, thinking that it was just the time for room disinfection. I was afraid you wouldn't like the smell when you woke up, so I stepped on it and brought it to you. That's very thoughtful. This child. " The nurse praised the bottle in moderation while adjusting it.
Lulu, at the thought of this, my mother felt warm in her heart, as if a beam of light had penetrated and hit the lily in her heart.
Lily _ Grade Four Composition _ Primary School Composition 6 I am not interested in precious roses and fragrant magnolia, but I prefer morning glory that dares to climb. I often watch morning glory and praise it for its extraordinary temperament, which is worth appreciating and learning.
Sitting at home, looking at the English paper in my hand, I feel extremely depressed. How can I get a score of "9 1"? My usual English score is around 105. How did I fall so badly this time? I am so upset that I can't shake off my emotions. I had to lie on the windowsill and look out. The sun's rays were obscured by thick clouds. Gradually, more and more clouds cover the earth. The rose in the flower bed was blown away by the strong wind. After a while, the wind stopped and the thunder was loud. Thunder is intermittent like playing a small drum, and occasionally a flash jumps in the air, and a rainstorm comes. A string of raindrops fell to the ground, and in a blink of an eye, the raindrops became dense. In an instant, it rained harder and harder, as if the gods in the sky had knocked over the clear water and poured it down. Everything was washed away, even the blooming flowers were baptized. The most striking thing at ordinary times is lily, which was also washed away by heavy rain. Its petals have fallen apart, the flowers and leaves are staggered, and the stem is even about to break and sway from side to side. I dared not look any more and went to another room.
The rain stopped and the sun shone into the room through the clouds. I hurried to see lilies again. I thought the lily was tortured to death, crooked or stuck to the ground, but to my surprise, the lily straightened up. It seems that its instinct is positive, optimistic, enterprising and firm.
Sure enough, a few days later, when I looked again, it had blossomed into lilies, all of which were like little smiling faces, shouting their heroic words to the sky: "Work hard and keep going up." It's like riding a glass of nectar and jade, waiting for the victorious soldiers to drink to their heart's content. Although they are pitifully small, they are not inferior, but optimistic and enterprising. The most precious thing is the stem of lily! At this time, it stretched out a thinner long bud, like a small arm full of toughness, firmly holding the flowers above, and the stem head bravely and resolutely grew towards the sky! This scene touched me deeply. I found my self-confidence and had an optimistic and enterprising heart.
From then on, I corrected my mistakes and studied hard. Sure enough, the high score came back. Whenever I fail again, I will study with enterprising heart. Because the scenery of lilies will always stay in my heart, inspiring me to study hard and climb bravely.
Lily _ Grade Four Composition _ Primary School Composition 7 There are some fallen petals on the ground. It has no luster, no life and withers like a dead leaf. I know there will be a beautiful day in my life. Things won't last forever. Only by leaving behind the beauty of the past to help you prolong your life is the value of your life.
She is white and pure, but there is no flaw. She is white because she is pure. She is white because she is beautiful. The flowers are quietly blooming. She didn't let others know, just silently absorbed nutrition and silently opened the whitest flowers. Her purity is cleaner than snow, and her purity is purer than clouds. She is the purest white person in the world.
The lily that my friend gave me at the window finally withered. Looking at its withered petals, I was a little disappointed. It used to be so elegant, holy and full of vitality. But life just cannot stand the test of time. Flowers bloom and fall. This is the course of life.
Lily _ Grade Four Composition _ Primary School Composition 8 Today, my father bought a lot of lilies, and I heard from my mother that they were called perfume lilies. She is my mother's favorite flower. There are pink ones, white ones and deep red ones. How beautiful they are! Some have blossomed, some are in bud, and some are still small buds.
Lily in bud, like a beautiful girl, can't wait to bloom, scrambling to show her beauty. But those little buds are like shy little girls hiding in green leaves.
Lily in full bloom, the petals stretch freely, revealing her charming smiling face, and the stamens of filar silk exude rich fragrance. The stamens stick out from the petals, emitting a refreshing fragrance, which is tangy and intoxicating. A touch with your hand will scatter a lot of orange pollen. At this time, the buzz, buzz, buzz of bees faintly came from my ear.
Lily _ Grade Four Composition _ Primary School Composition 9 Tick-tock, tick-tock, time passes quietly. ...
But we dance in youth, and youth is our spring. As simple and ordinary as wild lily, it quietly blooms in the barren hills, but it still blooms like fire.
Youth is a beautiful scenery of life. Rainy rainbow, bright and moving; Such as the summer load, refreshing and pleasant; The sun is shining and the gas field is pressing. Life is like music, although youth is not a phoenix, it is also the end. But the spectrum of youth is poetic and picturesque. Sometimes you whisper ... sometimes you speak loudly.
Youth is the best friend in life. It stayed together silently, when I longed for my dream like a chicken, when I sweated like a snail, and when I was in tears. It taught me to share and be strong. He is my best friend in my life, not a fleeting memory, but an unforgettable growth mark in my heart. Youth is not a passer-by, but a passer-by and a good friend who will accompany you all your life.
My youth is less naive and more shy. My youth is ordinary and unique. Deeply rooted in the soil of dreams, it absorbs the power of love and courage. On the journey of youth, someone accompanied us to run and cry. They are our friends, even our parents. They gave me strength. My youth is that I am chasing my dreams. I have been afraid and hesitated, but I still follow the direction of my dreams after all. This is my youth. There is no sweetness like honey, but only a touch of comfort in tea.
Youth, an unfinished journey. On the train, we walked through the green forest, tasted the blue sky and smelled the fragrance of wild lilies in the valley.
Wild lily, wild lily! I love your scent. It's the smell of youth.
Youth, youth! I like your smell. It's my own way.
Youth, how beautiful! Poetic, like a song.
The Spring of Wild Lily ...
I first met Zhu when I was in grade one. At that time, she wore two long braids. In the sun, she blushed like a fiddler and her long eyelashes were blown up. Big eyes like moonlight, water like morning dew, clear water and clear pool. I am always puzzled by her eyes. I have never seen a girl more charming than her eyes. The ancients called eye movement, and her eyes deserved it. As for "one smile pours people into the city, and another smile pours people into the countryside", it is no exaggeration. Every time I hold her soft hand, I will naturally think of a poem:
"I hate the ruthless wind, and the fog is thick and deep."
This is a poem written for Li Qingzhao praising Bai Baihe's beauty and charm. If you compare Zhu with Bai Baihe in those days, it will be even worse.
Zhu reveals an elegant, extraordinary and unusual temperament in his bones, like a simple and beautiful Bai Baihe. Bai Baihe is clear but not flattering, and her beauty but not cold shines on her. She is funny, free and easy, talented, and she is so helpful.
I remember a very crucial exam. I forgot to bring my pencil case because I was busy reviewing the day before. My back was numb during the exam, and a fear spread from my heart. I looked at her. "May I use this pen?" Even I can't hear this sentence clearly. Without saying a word, she reached out and handed me a pen. Everything seems simple. I said thank you shyly. As soon as she testified, she laughed at once. Her teeth are thin and white, which makes me understand for the first time why there is the idiom "teeth are like shells". "Never mind!" She shook her head gently and a lock of hair floated down her ear like satin.
My face turned red at once, and I felt so ignorant and even hypocritical that I suddenly remembered a sentence said by a star in the movie, "Friend! You're welcome. What? The first day. "
Her soft and faint voice came from my ear, and her clear face appeared before my eyes. It's late at night, and the chirping of insects in the distance makes people feel veiled.
Lily _ Composition for Grade Four _ Composition for Primary School 1 1 The breeze outside the window blows the quietly sprouting willow branches, and the soft sunshine shines on the pale face of the girl in the hospital bed through the brown curtain. The girl looked at it calmly and lowered her eyes dimly. The little boy on the bed next door didn't seem to see this scene and said excitedly, "Look, sister! Spring is coming! " The girl was unmoved and recalled what the doctor said to her mother in the office yesterday:
"She won't survive this spring."
The boy curled his lips, jumped out of bed and ran out of the ward. After a while, he came back quietly. He went to the girl's bed and held out his little hand hidden behind him, like a treasure. A corn lily lay quietly in the boy's hand, breathing meat. "Sister! The language of corn lily is very brave, so I gave it to the girl and ran out. The girl looked at the lily in her hand in surprise and said "snow" with a smile. In the evening, the boy came back, curled up in bed and said to the girl, "Sister, you must be brave, don't be defeated by difficulties and be a dazzling lily!" " The girl smiled gently and said, "Don't worry, my sister will cheer up, pursue her dreams and prove her existence. "
The boy's big eyes suddenly lit up and held out his hand and said, "Sister, pull the hook." The girl also stretched out her slender hand and said to the little boy, "Pull down the hook and hang yourself." . 100 will not change. The setting sun shone on the little boy and the little girl, and Lily also gave out a faint light. From that day on, the girl was no longer as cold as before. Her face is filled with happiness every day, and she picks up the violin she has studied for many years. Two months later, she stood on the podium of the violin competition champion. She smiled brighter than the sun.
She finally proved herself with her own strength. If it's a flower, it must be in bloom. If it is sunlight, it will spread. If it's a cloud, walk. Spring has passed and the girl is still alive. Doctors admire the girl's mentality. Finally, the girl went to heaven in summer. Before closing her eyes, she held the corn lily in her arms, smiled and said softly, "I kept the agreement." "
Lily _ fourth grade composition _ primary school composition 12 is a landscape in the wild, a potted plant at home, and a belief in the heart; I can do it, I am a flower!
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People will always encounter things that are not satisfactory. It's the mid-term exam of grade three, and I'm a little nervous. My father said to me, "Let's go out for a walk." ? Relax your emotions. "
After going out, I was a little reluctant. Father walked in front with his head held high; I bent down and followed with my head down. My father asked me, "What's the matter? Isn't it very confident before the exam? "
"Yes, I always boast that I almost got the first place in the school year in an exam. Let's keep a low profile, or we will get the first one back. " I said a few words casually, and my eyes were a little disappointed and helpless.
My father stared at me when I heard this: "What's the matter with you? Don't want to take the first place? " "But ..." "Don't say but, I see, you come with me!"
I followed my father with questions.
After my father and I went home, my father gave me an apple, which was very big. My father told me: "You peel the apple, but there is a requirement that the middle of the apple skin should not be broken, and the length of the apple skin should reach more than 50 cm!" " "
I rejected the suggestion at once: "impossible, you can't do it!" " "Father smiled and silently picked up the apple, holding a knife in his right hand, putting the knife next to the apple handle and fixing the other four fingers; The index finger of the left hand is stuck on the back of the knife, and the thumb presses the blade through the apple skin. In just one minute, more than 70 centimeters of apple skin fell to the ground with a crunchy sound, and the apple skin was much thinner than the little finger nail!
Father smiled: "If you think it is impossible before peeling it, how can you succeed?" ? Do you expect to be the first to come back? "I understood at once, so I studied hard and got the first place without any suspense.
A lily seed fell into the weeds in the deep mountain, and it germinated, and the weeds beat it; It grew tall and weeds destroyed it, but it always believed that it was a lily, so it blossomed!
In life, no one can make you back down, only you will be afraid of failure; And if you have an enduring lily in your heart, you are still a gorgeous flower.
My friends, do you plant flowers in your heart or grow weeds in your heart?
Lily _ Composition for Grade Four _ Composition for Primary School 13 I was lying in bed weakly, pale and filled with white sadness. Why does everything look so pale and powerless? How nice it would be if this scene was decorated with a bunch of bright and fragrant lilies? Inadvertently, I told my friend what I thought, and then I fell asleep. ...
"Lazy pig, get up!" In my sleep, I heard my friend's call. I rubbed my eyes and woke up. Then, like magicians, they swished out a bunch of lilies from behind.
Lily. I seem to feel refreshed when I am sleepy. Take a closer look: Lily is pink and gradually fades from the inside out. Like a magnificent sunrise, like a shy girl, she is compassionate. Dewdrops roll on the petals like naughty children playing ... what beautiful lilies! I took it with joy and said "thank you". Helpless, I am not good at words, and I can't explain a thousand words in my mind after all. But I seem to think this lily is more beautiful than usual. But why? I can't figure it out.
Later, I recovered and embarked on my way home. In the car, Ning said to me, "You know what? Lily was very expensive at that time. In order to buy you lilies, they can't eat breakfast for a week ... "
Really? I was shocked, only to see my other friends cover her mouth like enemies and shake their heads crazily: "No! Don't! She's just talking nonsense. "
"Are you going to lie to me again?" I pretended to be angry and said. But tears blurred my eyes, and there was a force in my heart that flooded all over my body, very warm, just like the winter sunshine. I finally understand why I think lilies are more beautiful than usual. Because this lily contains noble and beautiful heart and unspeakable love ... I recall the beauty and refreshing fragrance of withered lily and feel this simple love silently. ...
"ah? We just want to make you happy. " They seem to suddenly realize the truth that "people don't know, there must be something" and explain it with "guilt".
In fact, who can blame them?
I looked at them with a smile, and my heartstrings seemed to be touched by someone. If I feel anything, the lily will wither one day, but her beauty and purity will be imprinted in my heart forever. Their love like lilies can't be erased from the bottom of my heart, which has perfumed my life and decorated my sky.
Feeling lily-like love is my greatest happiness.
Lily _ Grade Four Composition _ Primary School Composition 14 The breeze caresses your petite and delicate body, and you dance in the wind. A pearl-like dewdrop slipped from the fresh white petals, slipped through the emerald green leaves and landed on the thorns covered with green leaves.
From a distance, you look like a slim girl, looking down at all beings with her head held high, beautiful and noble. Hidden in a quiet valley, there are small flowers accompanied day and night, mysterious and dreamy. You carry a sharp "weapon" and show it from time to time, refusing others to get close. You are a lily, a different lily.
You are a gregarious plant, but you are ambitious, leaving your family and coming to this valley alone. Struggling to climb to the top of the valley, I want to grow towards the sun and face the sun. When the grass comes near you, you refuse and show your thorns. You said you didn't want them to grow around you in disorder, which would block your view. You are a lily, arrogant lily.
If you are arrogant and refuse to associate with weeds, there are some exquisite flowers around you. Www. 123 Zuowen. You lead them to grow up and share the sunshine and rain with them. Not only did they not repel them, but they also hid the thorns silently. You said, you don't want to be alone all your life and don't want to hurt them. You are a lily, a tolerant lily.
If you are tolerant and want to be with Xiaohua, why not put down your thorn? People can't help reaching out and touching your beautiful figure. But you bent down, lowered your head, was pushed aside by the wind, and your palms were empty. You smiled contemptuously, exposed the thorn, and stretched out hard. Bright red blood dripped on the petals, and the white petals were dyed bright red. You're proud of it. You said, you don't want these laity to get close to you; You said that their mouths are full of alcohol and tobacco, which makes you suffocate; You said, they covet your beauty and are up to no good. You are a lily, a lily full of vigilance.
The wind tore at your coat, and the heavy rain hit you. The blood-stained petals turned white again, and the thorns under the green leaves were swaying. You are a lily, a lily with thorns. Stabbed by love and pain ...
Lily _ Composition for Grade Four _ Composition for Primary School 15 When I was a child, I liked to explore the ravine alone or with children of the same age, and there would be different discoveries and different surprises in each season. What impressed me most was the wild lily on the hill or hillside among weeds or thorns. I just didn't know it would have such a nice name when I was a child. At that time, our hometown dialect was called Lily, but I mistook it for "Mint Flower".
Only after reading middle school did I read about lilies from books and some poems, and I realized that the "mint flower" in my hometown was the lily when I was a child.
After studying, being a soldier and working, I seldom see wild lilies in my hometown again. Only occasionally happens to go home to visit my parents in the season when lilies are in full bloom, and pass by the mountain road that stretches for miles. When the familiar hills jump into my eyes, sometimes my eyes suddenly light up. It's like looking for her in the crowd. She laughs in the bushes. That long-lost feeling can only be realized in the hearts of wanderers. I saw her fragrance quietly in the mist. Maybe dew brushed the petals and fell into the world without a trace. ...
Lily can be seen in almost every flower shop in every different season. But every time I see them, I feel as if they are made of plastic. I can't associate them with wild lilies in my hometown. Is it because there is no story of my childhood hidden in their stamens? I always stubbornly believe that only in summer in my hometown, that is the lily in full bloom in my hometown of Shan Ye, and that is the pure lily in my memory. In the days when many wild lilies are in full bloom in my hometown, I am trying to live in another city without childhood, even though I live in every different city.
Spring has gone and come back, but I can't go back every day when it comes back. I can only try to catch the sunshine outside the window in countless sunny days, put it in a bottle with lilies, and imagine the wild lilies in my hometown blooming inside and smiling warmly at me. ...
Or see the wild lily in full bloom in my hometown, she will give me many memories, about childhood, about spring, about the happiness without guessing.
No wonder Lu You, a great poet in the Song Dynasty, planted lilies on the mound in front of the window. He also wrote a poem saying: "Fang Lan moved all over the forest, and there was no place to grow Hosta, and even begged for two clusters of fragrant lilies. The old man is still childlike at the age of 70. "
Ah, I miss the wild lily in my hometown.