Excellent composition in the afternoon 1 I don't love mountains and rivers, just want to give me an afternoon that I was so attached to. ...
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Everyone knows that I like the afternoon, because during the holidays, in the afternoon, I will enjoy myself, forget everything and enjoy a refreshing and carefree afternoon!
In the afternoon, I will feel the air is fresh and the world is wonderful. I like to run to the green fields and roll on the grass, covered in mud, but it doubles my youthful vitality; I like to watch lions drill rings of fire in the afternoon; I like to dress up as a giraffe to join in the fun. Finally, I am always packed with shoes, handkerchiefs and many tears, but I enjoy my freedom. I like to go to the wilderness alone in the afternoon, chewing grass, picking an unknown little wild flower and sticking it in my head, thinking about celebrities, success and the future; I like it,too. ...
After every afternoon, I look forward to the next afternoon. Whenever I encounter something unsatisfactory in this world and lose hope, I will think of that afternoon and immediately wipe away the rolling tears.
However, now that the afternoon has been shrouded in black, I feel a creepy fear.
"sasha vujacic ..." In the afternoon, I finished it. It has been two years, and I am used to this lifeless afternoon. I remember once upon a time, my favorite thing was to listen to birds singing in the afternoon, but now, even the birds are asleep. I think it must have fallen asleep with a restless heart like me.
Is school really that important? It can make a lively and cheerful girl become withdrawn, let her live in a world with only exercise books, and let her never enjoy the afternoon again.
At the end of ..... I was so scared that I couldn't help writing it down. I don't know how much afternoon time was wasted. Looking at the PHS on the table, roll A and roll B, it feels like hitting a deer. Suddenly I remembered what my mother said to me that day: "Go after your dreams bravely!" Don't care about anything, just like your favorite afternoon ... "Haha! Yes! What are you afraid of? Think of it as a sleepwalking, as the happiest afternoon I have ever spent. ...
One summer afternoon, it was strangely quiet all around, except for the wonderful birdsong in the distance, and there was a fragrance among the green leaves next to it. The sky is as blue and beautiful as washed water. At this moment, a group of ants came quietly.
I sat at the door of the unit, enjoying the quiet feeling. I opened my eyes and vaguely saw a group of ants. They are working with all their might. At this moment, an evil thought flashed through my mind: If these ants are flooded, can they swim out? Thinking about it, I poured them a bottle of water with me. Suddenly it became an "ocean" and the "tide" came at them like a wild animal. Ants became poor victims, and some ants immediately sank to the bottom of the sea before they could react. Some fought back and swam to the "shore"; Some people have no choice but to give in easily and go with the flow. In the end, the ants who tried to swim to the shore managed to escape, which surprised me and made me understand that fighting the wind and rain will definitely see the rainbow in the end!
I thought the game was over, but ants brought me a new shock.
The ants who successfully swam out of the dead zone did not walk away quickly, but stood there quietly waiting. I wonder what it is doing. I put other ants in front of this ant. At this time, the ant picked up another dead ant without hesitation, crossed all obstacles and ran to the ant nest. Other ants who saw these two ants on the road stopped. They surrounded two ants and didn't know what they were doing. But I think, maybe it's asking about the situation, maybe it's asking about the situation, maybe it's mourning, or ... the ants push the ant colony away and come to the nest. Busy ants immediately stopped and gathered around, as if to say something. After a while, everyone was in order again, but a few ants marched in the same direction. I have guessed the result and don't want to see it. Suddenly I feel my heart is full of sunshine.
It was a summer day. In the afternoon, it was strangely quiet. But some ants are telling a beautiful story, and the cause of this story is that an ignorant child did something wrong. It taught me love, true love!
Excellent composition 3 In the afternoon, I sat in the shade with a book in my hand, with the summer sun out, and occasionally a breeze blowing through my hair tips, showing a rare tranquility in the heat.
The wonderful content in the book attracted me, and my fingertips turned page after page, fascinated. Quietly, a beautiful shadow floated through the afterglow. I didn't care, all my thoughts were gathered between the lines. Suddenly, there was a fragrance of flowers, and my mind moved. I turned my head and found a butterfly standing on my shoulder.
It seems to be not afraid of people, around me, around a few times, and flew to the flowers. There are several black spots scattered on its orange wings, and a natural aesthetic feeling suddenly comes to my face. As the wings closed, I was fascinated and slowly approached it. I saw it standing among the leaves, flapping its wings gently, clinging to the trunk, looking like a wonderful painting from a distance. I reached out my hands and gently squeezed its wings.
If you look at this golden butterfly carefully, you will find that it looks a bit like a goldfish! I was very surprised. It remains soft, its flapping wings, slender feet, every place and every detail fascinates me. As early as in the breeze, the pages turned page by page, as if the wind was secretly turning over the books when my attention was diverted.
I studied it carefully and had an unexpected surprise in my heart.
Is this unexpected beauty doomed?
I gently spread its wings, and it immediately spread its wings and flew away. Its wings swept across its nose, leaving a fragrance of flowers. It is not clear whether it is left by its wings or the flowers in the flowers.
At this time, another butterfly similar to it flew from one end. They collide, separate, collide, hover, fly into the air and disappear at the end of the forest. ...
I took back my distant eyes, everything was calm, but I was not lost in my heart. This kind of beauty is deeply imprinted in my heart. A long time passed, and that afternoon, the beautiful scenery of the flying butterfly and the four wings was still dancing in the memory image.
I think, at some point, I will meet it again, and then meet in that afternoon. This is imagination and expectation, more like premonition and miracle.
In this unexpected beauty, what remains is my brightest smile.
Excellent composition in the afternoon 4 The sun is still awake, hiding behind thick clouds; But the sky is not gloomy because of lack of sunshine, or it is a beautiful spring.
The camphor trees on the roadside have changed into spring clothes, and the new leaves are tender and white. A tree is divided into two layers: the upper layer is full of tender buds, so energetic; On the next floor, there are slightly darker leaves dancing and falling gently with the wind. The wind is also a warm spring breeze, just like a big hand stroking your face; Unlike the winter wind, it always blows on the face like a knife. It's a spring afternoon in the country.
There is no sunshine, but there is an inexplicable warmth. Plum blossoms have long withered, and large tracts of magnolia have fallen to the ground, and the roadside is full of red flowers. Magnolia branches began to grow leaves, and the new leaves were furry. Most people are still seeing Duke Zhou, and only naughty children come out to play. Whose child is that, holding a net to catch butterflies or frogs? Only the spring breeze knows that it is a spring afternoon in the countryside.
What about the venue? Beans are full of flowers, and vegetables are also full of small yellow flowers; Celery has a pit, lettuce grows so fast ... all animals and plants are growing wildly. Chinese milk vetch is in full bloom, and the whole piece is very beautiful, like a purple sea, and the breeze blows like waves on the sea. A group of "duck prophets" came out of the pond and waddled into the fields of Chinese milk vetch to feed. An old man with a long stick and a hat came running quickly, waving a stick at the duck and shouting, "Go away! Not here! Go away! " The ducks had to waddle back again. It's a spring afternoon in the country.
The pond is extremely restless. Ducks, frogs and even mosquitoes gather together like a market. Frogs are having a concert and ducks are dancing for them. Rows of swallows are parked on the wire, and they will chirp. In the mud, countless seeds are riveted, trying to get out of the mud and see the bright sunshine. It's a spring afternoon in the country.
I love this afternoon!
Today, the weather is a little sunny. After lunch, we went for an outing in the park.
As soon as I walked in, I saw a big pond. A closer look shows that groups of fish are swimming happily in it. I stood by and threw the biscuits into the pond, only to see a golden yellow thing rushing in, as if to attack me in droves. Look carefully again, fish are not only yellow, but also red, white and black, and there are many unspeakable colors. Some small fish are like shy children, hiding from each other; Some small fish lie in their mother's arms like newborn children; Others, like a naughty child, always want to go ahead, constantly grabbing food with others, and sometimes fighting with fish.
Walking through the pond full of fish, we sang and danced to express our happy mood. After a long walk, we saw clusters of yellow rape flowers. However, we have encountered a big problem. There is a way to get to the rape field. The solid and flat road was easy to walk, but after continuous rainy days, the road became bumpy. As soon as we step on it, our shoes will get a lot of mud, which will definitely make us embarrassed.
So, I made a decision. I run very fast. Although there is still mud, it is better than walking slowly. It seems that after 81 difficulties, I finally saw the rape flowers at close range. The beauty of rape blossoms is deeply intoxicating. A breeze blew, and the rape flowers danced with the wind, making them more beautiful. I think: rape is not ups and downs, but still growing strongly, which seems to tell us to face up to difficulties bravely.
Time flies and we have to go back. Today's outing relaxed us. I hope we can come again next time.