I haven't written anything for a long time. I was busy when I first started school, but I was in a bad mood later. I can't say that I was hit, but it's still a little hard to accept, but I really want to be open now. Life is very long, there will always be someone who will show up, teach you to grow up and then leave. It's just a pity that I didn't realize how important you are until you left!
Since Lin, many people have begun to describe beautiful things with April day on earth. It's mid-April, which is the most beautiful April day on earth. The flowers and plants on campus seem to have been blowing all winter, and the spring breeze will burst. At first, it was shallow grass, or in a casual corner, or in a crack in the stone under your feet, stubbornly holding your head high and rushing up desperately. Then there is the Spring Festival with pale yellow flowers, and the branches are slightly upside down, full of eager flowers and bones. Whether it is spring grass or this pale yellow flower, there is no taste, so even if the slightly cold spring breeze blows, the taste of spring is not strong, at most it is the smell of frozen soil entrained in the wind. But as soon as the peach blossom opens, it will be different in an instant. Perhaps it is because peach trees are conspicuous, so there are many kinds of peach trees in inconspicuous places in our school, but even so, it does not affect the audience of peach trees at all. It attracts people with a different smell mixed in the soil, and announces that it has won honor in spring. What impressed me the most this year was that kind of flower: its branches were not stout-even slender, with no branches so high. It always seems to hang its head slightly, but its flowers are extremely beautiful. There is a slender stem between the branch and the bud, and the bud is drooping slightly, like a bell shaking a cheerful tune and hanging on the slightly drooping branch. If it rains lightly, there will be thin dew on the bud, which is also hanging, like tears on a beauty's cheek, glittering and translucent in her eyes, which makes people feel distressed. If trees are the most patient in spring, the buttonwood trees on both sides of the main road rank first. After a spring rain, I woke up in the morning, and the pale and unknown old trees downstairs in the dormitory also grew yellow leaves, but Platanus acerifolia remained silent, as if forgotten by spring and sealed by winter. But just as you gradually forget it and immerse yourself in lush flowers and plants, when you look up, you suddenly find that its branches have become thick, covered with green leaves, and new buds have grown at the tip, just like an old man wearing an inappropriate hat.
Near the middle of April, the peach blossom gradually faded its glitz, and under the package of brown residual flowers, it began to bear blue fruits, and flowers were never seen in the Spring Festival. Green leaves cover the roots, making it look fresh and full. The stubborn grass is still climbing high, and the wisteria in front of the library is gradually opening, depositing purple layer by layer, then surrounded by goose yellow leaves, and then the leaves turn green and dark green, covering the purple. This exuberant life will cover the long and quiet corridor. Under the corridor, there are gradually more lively and lovely children, gentle mothers, harmonious and playful families and lovers in love. ...
The scenery belongs to everyone, and what everyone doesn't know is also a scenery in my eyes. I look at these scenery in the wind!
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It was raining outside the window, so I felt it.
2. Introduce the landscape composition described by the 600-word wind and rain stars, like looking for something on the ground and bumping into the west.
"It's raining!" A classmate shouted. I saw it raining in Mao Mao outside the window, and the raindrops seemed to be playing a little waltz. I can't help being tempted by the world outside the window. The sky is raining tirelessly, and the hazy rain and fog gently cover the whole campus. Rain drops from the sky like ten thousand silver lines and gently hits the window, forming a beautiful bead curtain.
It's time to finish school. We came to the front hall of the teaching building and saw the colorful school gates. Oh, that's my parents' umbrella. So after going through five levels and beheading six generals, I managed to squeeze into my father's car ... After a while, it began to rain heavily, as if to stop all the people on the road. ..... Towards evening, the rain stopped.
The next morning, the continuous spring rain began to rain again. Raindrops, like thin embroidery needles, wear in every corner and fall on leaves, spinning like beads. At this time, the city was immersed in silence, and my heart calmed down.
Yangliuqing falls after the rain. On the green grass, all kinds of flowers are blooming in the rain. Roses, Chinese rose flowers, winter jasmine flowers, lilies ... they sit around as if they are beautiful, and they seem to be discussing how to show people more beautiful spring. This is really "a good rain like a season, when spring happens." Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently! "
Rain is weak and the lightest thing in the world. It can't knock down heavy reinforced concrete buildings. And the tile house, with raindrops on it, jingled and immediately made a pleasant sound. People who live in huts are also blessed to be close to nature in the rain. When the rain is sudden, the sound is generous and violent, just like hundreds of horses singing together, Malik gallops. As the rain slows down, the sound becomes weaker and seeps into your heart gently, like the breeze in your ear in warm spring. These tiles seem to be specially laid for rain. They play dutifully, and the hearts of those who listen to the rain will overflow with endless affection.
People like to sit quietly and listen to the rain when their hearts are full of nostalgia and regret. The old people have the ambition of "lying in the middle of the night listening to the wind and rain and dreaming of the iron horse glacier"; Dying beauty has the bitterness of "raindrops brighten yellow leaves and lights illuminate my bald head"; Acacia lovers have the vision of "the phoenix tree is raining, and it will drop at dusk"; Affectionate poets have the daydream that "the small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers."
Rain has become an emissary for people to decorate their feelings and place their wishes.
In my spare time, I was lucky enough to go back to the place where I used to listen to the rain. It happened to be raining lightly that day, and I heard the familiar and unfamiliar sound of rain. In the mist, there is a strange mood in the rain, and we haven't communicated for a long time. It keeps me away and shows me that it is strange to me, but I can feel the breath of its existence from the deepest part of my consciousness. There is a sense of carefree waking from a dream and a sense of vicissitudes after confusion.
Oh, what I met in the rain was the self separated from time and space, and it was telling me everything before. I hesitated. I asked myself: Who am I? Still the old me?
There is a saying: "Young people listen to singing on the rainy floor, and the red candle is faint." In the prime of life, the boat is listening to the rain, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind. "Different life situations make people feel different when listening to the rain. However, listening to the rain is all about listening to the dialogue of the soul, listening to the flow of true feelings and listening to the flow of years. In addition to the echo of the years, the sound of rain also brings regrets of the past and melancholy that I want to talk about again. It seems that only in the light rain of this tile house can the soul breathe and life continue.
The rain is still ringing, just like my real heartbeat. ...
A rain
It's raining. I put my hand out of the window and touched the heartbeat of the rain. A refreshing coolness suddenly purified all the thoughts in my mind.
Rain man slipped down from the invisible slide in the sky and fell to the ground, immediately splashing crystal water. How happy they are!
I watched all this happily, as if I had joined their team. We danced together and blossomed on the ground together.
There was a faint fragrance in the distance, which made me go back to the beginning, deeply rooted in my heart and hard to erase.
The rain stopped suddenly, and I was shocked-the rain man disappeared, the splash disappeared, the laughter disappeared, and nothing disappeared. I'm back in the real world. I'm still me, a child with bones and flesh, not the crystal rain man just now. Everything just now, as if it were a wonderful dream, is still unfinished. Oh, it's going to rain again, and the rain man is going to fall from the sky again!
3. Find a 500-word composition with positive description, side description and landscape description. My father is a northerner to the core. He has a tall and burly figure of a northern man, with a clear outline and a unique tough guy spirit. In my heart, father is like a pine tree. Whether the sun is like fire or it is raining and snowing, he is so tall and unyielding. His broad shoulders and strong hands will always be my most reliable and strong backing.
Father is a real man! I once secretly wrote in my diary. According to my mother, my father seldom cries. At that time, my teenage father went to the remote rural area of Inner Mongolia alone. It was a long yellow sand, and he had no friends. No matter how difficult it is, my father never shed tears. My father had an accident and was badly injured in more than a dozen places. The pain is unbearable, and he can't sleep at night. Father never said a word "pain" and never let out a cry, but he stood up silently and firmly. As long as I can remember, my father has only cried three times.
The first time was when I was a child. I got "appendicitis" and went to the hospital because of exercise after meals. It was the Spring Festival, and the doctors were not there, so the operation could not be done in time. I rolled in bed in pain, and my father contacted doctors everywhere and finally sent me to the operating room. With a burst of pain, I woke up slowly and saw my father's bloodshot eyes and slightly wrinkled skin on both sides of his nose. I know my father is crying. When I was young, I couldn't help shivering. I never thought that my strong father would cry, and it was for me. My nose was sour and tears filled my eyes. While my father gently wiped away my tears, I deeply understood that no matter how strong my father's heart is, I will always be the softest part and his achilles heel.
The second time was four years ago, when my grandmother was critically ill and my father stayed at the bedside all night. The next day, when the doctor covered my grandmother's face with brand-new white sheets, I saw my father's tears for the first time in my life. Tears rolled down instantly and covered my face with wrinkles and freckles. Mother and son love each other deeply, and blood is thicker than water. I felt the pain in my father's heart.
Another time, it was for my mother. It was a very accidental conversation, and I showed my dissatisfaction with my mother's harsh words. While my father comforted me, he also listed my mother's goodness. I didn't know that my words touched my father's heart. He said, your mother's life is not easy! Tears-I really saw them-swirled in my eyes. He added softly, "We must be kind to her." I will never forget this sentence in my life. My inarticulate father expressed his feelings in the most plain language, which is clearly a caring love.
Father's tears are not easy to move, and no hardship or storm can destroy his strong will. Only affection and love can make me feel my father's delicacy and gentleness. Father's three tears are for the three most important people in his life-mother, wife and daughter.
4. Composition describing the scenery on the side My hometown is a garden with flowers; My hometown is a forest with the coolness of green trees; My hometown is a field with the hope of harvest; My hometown is a snow scene, shining with the light of ice crystals.
Looking back, everyone wanted to eat, and the small yard was full of fruits and vegetables. All year round, as long as something can be planted, the yard will be full. Look, all kinds of colors are mixed together. It's a mess.
What a crowded and messy yard. Now, every family doesn't grow vegetables very much, but flowers.
Flowers keep coming all the year round. In spring, Chinese rose and roses are in full bloom.
Flowers are more prosperous and colorful in summer. In autumn, flowers should wither, but chrysanthemums are in full bloom.
In winter, it snows heavily, but plum blossoms are in full bloom in the branches. Throughout the year, the fragrance is constant.
Sweet and beautiful hometown is like a garden. In the past, the village was bare and there were few trees outside.
In summer, adults chatting outside sit along the wall, and most children hide in the house and fan their fans. The room is like a steamer and the outside is like a hot pot.
Now, green trees are planted in front of the house, on both sides of the street and outside the village. Although it is not as dense as a forest, it is also sheltered by trees. In summer, adults enjoy the cool under the tree and children play under it.
Dense leaves bring coolness. Cool, as cool as a forest home.
Looking back, the fields are full of crops, including corn, rice and peanuts. At that time, people's planting technology was not very high. Although they worked hard, the harvest was not very satisfactory.
The crops watered with a drop of sweat seem to be deliberately against people. Now with the popularization of science and technology, green and pollution-free crops are everywhere, realizing mechanized production, saving time and effort, farmers' pockets are getting more and more bulging, and their spare time is also enriched.
In spring, rice is like a green ocean, with rough waves; In autumn, the rice droops its head and the earth is golden. It can be said that "spring seeds are all green, and autumn harvest is all gold". Happy, a hometown full of harvest like a field.
Looking back, garbage has a paradise-streets, which stay in every corner at will, sometimes dancing against the wind and even swimming in the water, making people want to hide. It's really dirty Now, garbage has its own home-dump, and the streets are clean and tidy, paved with cement roads, which has become a dazzling bright spot.
Clean, my hometown shines like ice crystals.
5. Writing landscape composition (multi-sense, positive profile description, combination of reality and reality) always shows signs of autumn wind, foggy mountains and foggy seas, and yellow leaves fluttering. I love the intoxicating autumn in my hometown more, which is beautiful.
Whenever there is fog.
I love my hometown, there are too many things to see; Brought snow-white clouds, dotted with beautiful scenery.
Walking in the garden, like a butterfly, can only be summarized by a poem by the great poet Du Fu, "However, I pack my books and poems crazily". No matter which year and month it is, it brings the long-awaited moist coolness, and the joy in my heart is always beyond words. There is a cluster. Occasionally a farmhouse emerges from the clouds, and the whole garden is beautiful. In the autumn wind, farmers are smiling, and yellow is elegant.
Autumn in my hometown is naturally more beautiful. Every morning, the breeze blows! Whenever you come, the rolling mountains silently smile in the green. The trees are covered with gold, and the autumn in my hometown is as thin as a cow's hair.
Autumn in my hometown, I like autumn rain, just like laying a green carpet for the garden and taking away the long drought in summer. Autumn rain is harmonious, beautiful and golden, and it is also the most popular among children. The beautiful mountains and rivers in my hometown are integrated with the mirage in my heart. Autumn rain falls on the ground. "Into the night with the wind! ? Like Penglai Fairy Island, it is fascinating, full of clouds, rainy paradise, how far away, and the breeze is singing. Before the autumn rain in my hometown came, the purple flowers were warm and deep, and autumn scenery in my hometown was always hazy in my life. It is said that it eliminates the residual heat in summer well. It's pleasing to the eye. Where you are, it's shining. Here's a cluster, shining, with needles. Pearl-like dew came in and out, with noble white flowers and dense diagonal weaving. Rain is the most common. Especially in autumn, it absorbs the heat of summer. Thank you very much for the coolness in autumn.
My hometown is in the countryside, and the fog is the most charming. The kitchen smoke is surrounded by it, occasionally dotted with a little green. What is even more refreshing is to stand outside the garden and look at the garden, smiling. In the autumn morning, the smell of breakfast is particularly harmonious, and it is also a windy world, which forms a harmonious and charming picture with the slightly meaningful morning fog!
O(∩_∩)o Please give a compliment or adopt it in time. Pears come from Huang Chengcheng.
Of course. Look, dancing with the wind.
O(∩_∩)o I hope I can help you, Cui * * *. Green cabbage. Harvest is in sight, splashing.
The smell of maturity pervades the garden, giving off an attractive fragrance: the garden is golden.