My world composition 1 My beautiful world is a world full of beautiful colors and rich lines.
Since my enlightenment, I have loved painting, which may also be influenced by my father. Water, flowers, birds, fish, insects, after the light makeup of ink and wash, varied. Fresh and elegant, everything is lifelike, on oil-painted paper. The lines are simple, but there is an indescribable vitality and aura. This kind of poetry and painting can only be described by the word "Miao". Just watching it fascinates my little heart. At that time, I applied the words I learned on TV, determined to be a "national first-class artist" when I grew up, and to draw such beautiful ink paintings.
Under the influence of my family, my understanding of art is still a little aura. In the art class at school, I am often appreciated by my teachers and supported by my family. I remember one afternoon when I was a child, I specially asked my father to teach me to draw ink painting. He drew a lovely and lively little fish with five or six strokes, which made me applaud. Then, I practiced according to the copy. But the ink is too thick for a while, and the lines are not smooth for a while. However, I am not annoyed. I practiced until the sun went down.
With the growth of my age, my enthusiasm for art painting has increased, but my ambition has changed. It is no longer a classical ink painting, but a popular Japanese cartoon. Beautiful figure and rich colors have captured my heart again, and I am still practicing. Looking at the works that I was extremely satisfied with in those years, I can't help but feel that the brushwork is tender and lovely. Recalling the "good appreciation" of adults at that time makes me feel very sad, and I think that the current paintings must be so naive in the eyes of others. But on second thought, no one was born to be good at painting. I can see that the previous paintings were very immature, which shows that I have made progress now. Therefore, as long as I keep practicing, learning and surpassing myself, one day I can draw brilliantly!
I love my beautiful painting world.
My World Composition 2 If a person's life lacks music, I think his world will be much dimmer, although I am not a musician, a singer or any musical instrument. But I will use my way to feel music, feel its soul, and then regard it as my whole world.
Music brings me full of emotion, tears, laughter and excitement, which can be replaced by the emotion brought by music. On rainy days, there is a hint of coolness in the wind, which quietly blows into my room. After a busy day, turn on a piece of music, gently put on headphones, and devote yourself to the rain scene and music as if this music were your world. Watching raindrops fall from the sky to the world, I unconsciously feel that I have a feeling of becoming raindrops. I wish I could be as free as raindrops and as comfortable as music. Perhaps the raindrops and the freedom of music moved me. They make me long for freedom. Make my life goals more clear.
Music, it can also protect my world. Moved me when I was most afraid, lonely and helpless. Thunder may be the weather I fear most in my life. When I was a child, I was afraid of hearing thunder. My parents would hold me in their arms and make me feel very safe. I'm not afraid anymore. Now, when I grow up, my parents have a lot of work to do every day. When I got home, it was already dead of night. When it thunders, I can no longer rely on my parents' hugs and sense of security. The only thing that can stop me from being afraid is music. Gently hang headphones on my ears and feel the different feelings and security that music gives me. Music is like a warmth. It can hug your trembling heart when I am most helpless and afraid.
Music is my world. May you be in my life forever.
My world composition 3 My world is warm. I am wandering in the sea of books, enjoying a ray of sunshine and a book fragrance.
I first came into contact with books when I just learned to speak. My mother brought some literacy books home. Curious, I grabbed the book with my little hand, learned the pronunciation my mother told me all day, and learned to read. This book changed me from not knowing a word to mastering these words.
When I grew up, I began to read pinyin picture books. Here, I found the pleasure of reading. I skipped to build a house with three little pigs; Take little red riding hood to visit grandma; Walking down the street with the little match girl ... Books filled my world with goodwill.
After primary school, I began to read stories. After finishing my homework every day, I hurried to accompany Pi Nuo Qi to that dreamy time; Go rafting with Robinson … I jump between fishing lines with them. Books make me strong from weakness.
Later, I subscribed to a large number of literary magazines: Children's Literature, Yilin, Youth Digest and Readers ... These magazines opened the door to literature for me. Every day after school, I will read these articles deeply and repeatedly. I not only read different styles, but also was moved by the family in the book, which changed me from ignorance to understanding.
After entering junior high school, although there are more and more courses and heavier schoolwork, there is not much time for study. However, I will spend a few hours reading novels every week to experience everyone's writing skills. I miss every chapter, sentence and word in the book. Books are human nutrition, and the man squatting in the grass told me my dream and future. Xiangzi taught me to be strong; The officer who fought in the snowfield near the sea taught me to have faith and strive for self-improvement!
Books have changed me from not knowing a word to being proficient in Chinese characters; Let me learn compassion; Let me change from weak to strong; Let me change from relying on my parents to understanding my parents; Let me have faith; Have dreams. Every ray of sunshine and breeze in my world is precious!
When I was a child, my dream was to study abroad and create good material conditions for the people I love. But now, my dream is much simpler than before, just living happily for myself!
How I envy Li Qingzhao's early life. I often think of the sunset in Xiting, and I don't know my way home when I am intoxicated. But also sympathize with what happened to her. How much I admire Qu Yuan's patriotic feelings, but he can do nothing but jump into the river, and I feel powerless. ......
These figures are all history, but we can look at the present from a historical perspective. I am buried in a book, enjoying a little bit of happiness that belongs to me. There is my world in the book. The ancients said: "This book has its own Yan Ruyu, and this book has its own golden house." Books are my spiritual food. They made me understand a lot of things. Some people say, "Books are silent teachers." I think it is more like a friend of mine, waiting for me to talk to it, waiting for me to see through its heart.
I am not as elegant as a young lady from an ancient scholar's family. I just read quietly with a beloved book. Sometimes, the eyebrows are slightly wrinkled; Sometimes, I laugh. Sometimes, I cry softly. Sometimes, the corners of the mouth will rise slightly. I am always infected by the characters in the book, watching them cry and laugh.
I like reading Jing M.Guo's books. From his books, I seem to see the flesh and blood of young people. Although they will be confused and cry in the direction of their dreams, they will always pursue their dreams with that firm and passionate heart and never give up. But once naive and immature, it will eventually mature. They will turn cocoons into butterflies and fly to the sky where they belong.
No one ever thought that a girl like me, who is usually lively and laughs, would have such a quiet time. Reading, cultivate sentiment; Rich experiences can enrich emotions.
There is a world in the book that belongs to me. He is gentle and realistic and belongs to me. In this world, there are happiness, anger, sadness and even some slight shortcomings, but I can feel my true self and get more happiness from it.
This is my world, and it is a perfect world for me.
My World Composition 5 My World. This is the palace of fairy tales. This is a dream country. This is a place full of hope. The sun is shining. This is a colorful rainbow. This is the dream of spring. Is the expectation of winter. ...
It's big. It's also very small.
It is as big as the blue sky. Hang a friend's smiling face. Let every day meet happily. This sky belongs to me. Every corner of it. I have to think it over. Arrange the sunlight. Arrange soft white clouds. Catch the naughty breeze. Chasing the gorgeous rainbow.
It is as small as a green leaf. Every blood vessel contains a beautiful fairy tale. Every piece of mesophyll is pregnant with the hope of tomorrow. Morning. I decorated it with dew; Afternoon. I shine it with sunshine; At dusk. I wrapped it in sunset glow; At night. I touch it with the evening breeze.
Very gentle. It is also magnificent.
It is as soft as white clouds. With my heart. My song. My poem. My dream. That's the cloud of dreams. It is also a fickle cloud. It was dyed golden by the morning sun. Jump out of the horizon with young Hua Guang; The midday sun leads it. Travel around the world; The evening breeze caressed it. Pour out its dreams; The stars at night cover it. Hold on until dawn.
It is as magnificent as an endless ocean. I will carefully conceive and raise the sails of the four seasons in the land of hope. In the spring. Raise the sail of hope. Let the blue sea beat the ship's side; In summer. Raise the ideal sail. Let the boat of life sail to the other side of the distance; In autumn. Raise the proud sail. Braving the wind and waves successfully; In winter. Raise the sail of expectation. May the spring next year be even better.
My World Composition 6 Xin said that we don't know him, and not many people really know him. I know he is lonely, and now we are almost like this. I asked him why he smoked, and he said it was fun. In fact, the reason why we do things is so simple, almost childish. He said I hated him, and I was sad for a while, but I won't change myself, just as he won't change his curious heart.
Seriously, I'm not that happy. I just don't want to ruin others' happiness when they are happy. Usually they are happy and I am unhappy, but I will pretend to be happier than others. I'm not as careless as I look. I will find other people's sadness in the corner, but I will never bother him, because we are all the same. I admit that I am hypocritical and I hate that, but when I really show my true self, I am as embarrassed as the people around me, so I refuse others to come into my world.
Some people very much hope that their affairs can be discovered by others. They are lonely because they are lonely, because no one wants to enter their own world, and I am lonely because I refuse anyone to enter my own world, because I feel inferior.
I know I feel inferior, but I often give others the impression of arrogance. I'm afraid others will know. Really, when I was a child, I never felt that I had any advantages. It seems that all my shortcomings are concentrated on me. This may be because my mother talks about me every day. Why are you so useless? Masterpiece.
The first half of my childhood was spent in joy, and the second half was almost spent in pain. It hurt me a lot, but I also grew up because of it.
I don't know what the so-called growth means, maybe I just experienced something and understood some life truths afterwards. But after what I've been through, the lesson is: don't trust anyone.
Dad once told me that you are too credulous and will suffer! I feel incredible after hearing this sentence. Is trust between friends also called credulity? Aren't friends based on mutual trust? But when my money was stolen by my friend, I knew I was cheated by my friend. I finally understood this truth. I don't trust anyone anymore.
My World Composition 7 has its own golden house, and there is Yan Ruyu in the book. I have a deep understanding of the meaning of this sentence, but I don't think so. I found that reading gave me freedom, wisdom and inspiration, opened my mind and set me free.
Reading is the unique sacred right of human beings. Everyone can savor the truth in the book, thinking that reading will gradually enlarge your narrow mind, become rich and colorful, become strong and brave, and become a big spiritual universe.
Reading changed my destiny, made me a writer and a teacher, and made me happy. Because reading makes my mood suddenly enlightened, because reading gives me a future and my big revenge. Because reading makes me discover the truth and feel the meaning, because reading makes me change everything. I am helpful, considerate, filial to my parents and take care of my brothers and sisters. What is this? Yes, it is a book. Books have changed my other world.
My feelings for books are like friends for many years, and there will always be sadness or joy in the morning and evening. This sentence is correct. Books are young people's best friends and inseparable life partners and mentors. The ideal book is the key to wisdom.
Yes, just let my door open from this moment! Open my golden house, open my door of wisdom, fill in the blank with my knowledge, I believe I will succeed, and I will open my most brilliant door with my spiritual will and memory.
This book will always be with me, and we will never give it up. We are inseparable friends. It will be my lifelong companion, accompany me on the road to success and open the door to success with me.
Let my world change because of books.
My World Composition 8 In my world, there are joys, sorrows, joys and sorrows, bitterness, sourness and sweetness. For me, I am the whole of my world. I am the master of my world and I am the king. Here, the world will laugh with me and cry with me. There is a truest me here.
laugh
In my world, there is a boy who always appears in my mirror smiling every day. I smiled, and so did he. When I am happy, he smiles; When I am angry, he laughs wildly, and when I am helpless, he smiles bitterly; When I lost my temper, he grinned; When I look at others, he laughs; When I shed tears, he still smiled. ...
explore
There is a scientist in my world. His knowledge is not profound. He only has a primary school education, but he loves to explore. He likes to mix all kinds of liquids with some water-soluble substances. He wants to make some new inventions, but he has no idea. He tried to mix hundreds of liquids together, but it was useless. He also wanted to give up, but he would stick to it to the death. ...
imagine
A woman is an imaginative animal, but in my world there is an imaginative madman with a stronger imagination than a woman. He can combine the characters in novels, masterpieces, TV dramas and cartoons he has seen to create an omnipotent peerless hero. His dreams are endless. Today he is a great savior, and tomorrow he will become an invincible general who travels through time and space. ...
create
In my world, there is a super engineer who can come up with and draw the design of a tall building with a few strokes. He can draw many peerless weapons by dividing three times five by two, and create his own strength. He bragged and didn't make a draft. With inspiration, he can write a good composition in 40 minutes. ...
In my world, there is also an ultimate Sherlock Holmes, and there is nothing to hide from him. There is also a repairman, and everything in front of him can be turned into handicrafts through his hands. In my world, there are …
My World Composition 9 65438+At 6 o'clock in the morning on February 23rd, there was a cry in the delivery room. Can you guess who this little girl is? Yes! That is me. My last name is Han Ming Xin Ran. Why did my parents name me "Xin Ran"? Stands for happiness and happiness, so my parents want me to live happily every day, so they named me Han. At this point, the door of my life officially opened!
When I was three years old, I was grandma's sidekick. One day, in order not to disturb my grandmother who was sleeping, my mother dragged me downstairs. No matter how I cry and make noise, I keep rolling on the ground and turning it upside down. Suddenly, when my mother wasn't looking, I sneaked upstairs to find my grandmother who was sleeping. Suddenly, I slipped and fell from the third floor to the second floor. I cried in pain, which was more painful than being bitten by a dog. My mother heard crying and rushed to take me to the hospital. Fortunately, the doctor said that I was young and my bones were soft, but my left hand was broken. It will be fine in a few months, nothing! In the days of self-cultivation, whenever I see my cousin playing happily on the playground, my heart is envious and uncomfortable. Is it possible that this is God's punishment for my naughty behavior?
When I was eight years old, I was held by my parents at home and by my teachers at school. I was among the best in every exam and was very popular with my classmates at school, so I won the first title of "three good students" on the road of life!
10 years old, I was elected to participate in the school sports meeting. Thirteen days before the sports meeting, I was forced by my father to run in his school for an hour every day. Many things happen. Through my unremitting efforts, I won two championships for the first time in my life!
This is my world, although ordinary, but full of vitality!
I am very happy, too!
My World Composition 10 When I opened this door, I found that this would be my world.
Light sniffing is the "oily fragrance" that comes to the nose. Deep breathing is the unique flavor of smooth pigment.
Looking up, a beam of light is facing the sacred position. Bowing one's head is the mark of knocking the paint to the ground by countless mistakes.
Following that light, I couldn't help walking to the easel, picking up the brush and carefully adjusting the paint, adding a stroke to my unfinished work. Pen after pen, pen after pen, that is the color of the sky, it is a relaxed and carefree feeling.
It was the sound of a brush falling to the ground, and my ears seemed to echo my father's words. "Don't you want to learn oil painting? Your grades are like this. How many times? No proper limit? " My heart ached, but I didn't refute it. I was silent, turned around, walked forward, walked forward. I stopped. "Well, I see."
When night came, I was still struggling with what to do. So I couldn't help walking towards that light again. Pick up the pen, squeeze out a little bit of paint left, and start doing what my father called "small creation" again.
Smooth as running water, like the strokes of waves, that is my sky, dark. After a while, it suddenly lit up, the stars shone and my sky suddenly lit up. How I wish the brightest star could tell me what to do. "Follow your inner thoughts and you won't regret it in the end." Who's talking? When I was lying in a warm bed, I suddenly woke up. Was it my father? I seem to feel a pair of warm big hands holding me up. It is already dawn, and I am no longer confused.
"Dad, you don't know, that's my world. I will take good care of my study, you have to believe me. " I laughed, and I couldn't help laughing.
"Well, dad knows, just don't want to make you too tired." "Well, good!" The embrace of love is so warm. That light has always been with me. I am no longer confused on the road of growing up, and my father's love is never lacking. I love my world.
My world composition 1 1 I am a child living in the countryside since childhood. I've never seen a big scene and I don't know anything. I'm in grade two. I thought that when I grew up, all the children in kindergarten were younger than me. I was particularly proud, but I didn't know there were many children older than me. In the third grade, I spent my summer vacation in Rose and went to the library. There are countless books in the library, which makes me fall in love with reading unconsciously ...
Reading has increased my knowledge. In the ocean of knowledge, I am exploring the other side of the ocean, only to find that my knowledge is just a grain of sand in the ocean, and I am just a frog in the well-my knowledge is shallow.
Reading can make me soar freely in the blue sky. Birds flew past me and greeted me kindly. White clouds crawl under my arm and tickle me. At this moment, I realized that this is my real sky.
Reading has taught me more about being a man, what is good, what is evil, what is beautiful and what is ugly.
Take the initiative to admit your mistakes when you do something wrong, face him bravely when you encounter difficulties, and don't give up halfway. Listen carefully when studying, strive for good grades and do better.
Books sow seeds like teachers, sow hope, and let us grow up healthily in the sun; Books, like parents' care and exhortation, are also for our study. Our grades have improved, we are happy, our teachers are happy, and our families laugh.
In the evening, I sit by the window. Holding this water margin that I haven't read for a long time, I smiled happily, sweet to my heart. I said to the book, "Book, my bosom friend, I think, if I really grow up now and do something, should I be grateful to you?" My friend! "I touched the book, put it back in the bookcase, and lay on the bed, thinking: I hope to play in the kingdom of books ... I have grown up! Thank you! Books! You changed my world, and I will be your friend forever!
My world composition 12 is in the photo on the bedside table. My father holds me in one hand and my mother stands by holding my little hand. There were only three of us in the photo at that time.
Until three years ago, her younger brother croaked. Since then, there have been more conversations at home, including her crying for milk and her parents' busy footsteps. Rain is falling all brings infinite joy to my boring world, just like a dazzling light shining on my lifeless land.
Gradually, her learned to walk and talk, and she always came into my room to ask questions. As long as he hears footsteps outside the door, it must be him, and the footsteps are getting closer and closer. Then, with a bang, a small figure appeared behind the door, mumbling something I didn't understand. I stumbled to the table, picked up a pen and walked out contentedly.
However, that time, I was writing at my desk when familiar footsteps sounded outside the door and her opened the door. To my surprise, he didn't make a sound after entering the room. Before I knew it, the pen in my hand was suddenly taken away. I suddenly turned around and saw her looking at me with big eyes and a bad smile on her face. I was a little angry and asked him to give it back to me, but he seemed to think I was teasing him and hid his hand behind his back. "I'm going to do my homework!" I said, taking the pen back from his hand. Her eyes were red faster than turning a book, and she burst into tears in an instant.
Hearing this, my parents rushed over to scold me in a hurry and picked up her to wipe his tears. Just when I was angry at their abuse, Rain is falling all gently stroked my arm and comforted me in that childish tone: "Sister, don't be angry, I will pay you back." Suddenly, all my troubles vanished, and I regretted my impulse just now.
My son is like a beam of light, which warms my life, my heart and my world. I will cherish this light and let that warmth last forever.
My world composition 13 I think it would be great if I could become a butterfly as I wish. Free and colorful, in the morning, stop on the bright green leaves covered with dew; Enjoy the cool in the shade at noon, get rid of the shackles of parents and homework, and be free every day.
In the morning, the grass poked its head out, shook itself and stretched itself, and a burst of warmth came with the wind. I spread my colorful wings, and the naturally formed stripes are particularly beautiful and bright in the sun! It's very pleasant to stop at a phonetic symbol, listen to the slow singing, play with other partners and laugh all over the sky. Stopped in front of a window, flapping his wings, and there were waves of slow and pleasant reading from time to time. With the sound, he flew into the distance, and soon, there was no shadow!
Disappear in the rain
After a while, it began to rain heavily, not much, but very dense! The big banyan trees at both ends bowed their heads under the pressure of rain. Rain, my favorite weather, in front of the window, a drop of rain hits it mercilessly, which is very vague. This reminds me of my grandmother who died, but the impression in my mind is very vague, and a tear can't help but stay. At this moment, rain, tears, rain, tears, but I am stupid, confused, I want to fly.
I'm curious, why are there seven colors? Did the magician do magic for him? I decided to have a look, so I flapped my wings and flew to the rainbow. On the way, I met birds and drones, but I still flew to the rainbow wholeheartedly, flying and flying, but the rainbow remained motionless and I couldn't fly any more, so I stopped and decided to go to that dream place another day.
How nice it is to be carefree like this. How nice it is to make a butterfly like this.
My World Composition 14 An isolated world may exist in everyone's heart, but each world is different. Your world and mine may be 108,000 miles apart, but our inner world is equally mysterious and yearning.
In my inner world, there is no so-called beauty of wandering, only that humble corner is still in an undiscovered state. It sinks quietly, dimly discernible as smoke, as if imperceptible. Good thing I noticed. Hello new world, you belong to my personal world.
There is a blank, flawless white, only that one person, just me and him, an old man, only a lamp, a table, a chair, a piece of paper, an old quiet smile and a harmonious nod. At this time, the heartbeat is the slowest, and you will unconsciously approach the old man and sit down to face the old man. The old man gently closed his eyes and watched. Sometimes I feel that force is far away from me, sometimes I am awakened by that force, and I feel that I have been isolated from the real world for a long time, dizzy and falling apart, like a walking corpse.
I have a unique view of Into the Mirror in my heart. Full of mystery, I always want to go in, feel and enjoy again. Although it's just a fantasy, I don't think it's that simple. There may be something unknown in it, and I will explore it again, whether it is good or bad.
When someone first heard about my inner world, the first sentence was that you were crazy. At this moment, I immediately thought of Tang Bohu's words. Others laugh at me for being crazy, and I laugh at others for not being able to see through it.
The inner world is full of many wonders, perhaps just a combination of ideals and fantasies, but I firmly believe that it will definitely make me feel something and unlock it, my inner world.
My World Composition 15 Once upon a time, Steve and Ben were good friends, but Steve didn't know Ben's true identity and Ben didn't know his true identity. Just when two good friends had a crush on each other's girlfriends, an accident made them not care about each other's girlfriends. Well, I admit, actually, the author has nothing to say. At that time, they didn't know who knocked them out and left them in the wild. Steve and Ben didn't think about each other's girlfriends at that time, just wanted to live, and then, and then, without then, they married each other's girlfriends.
The story begins.
Chapter 1: Come on, we have to live, and then, you know.
"Steve, where are we? Why are you and my head hurt? " "How do I know, it hurts. T t ""Ha ha, forget it. Let's find a place to stay temporarily and wait for others to save us. " "ok!"
"Ha ha, don't think about it, there is no one here except you." "Who are you?" Ben shouted. "I, I am the legendary ..." "Wait a minute." Steve said, "Are you the legendary author?" "Oh, you know me. Well, since you asked sincerely, I will tell you with compassion that … "Stop, we didn't ask, get to the point." "Well, I am the author, I can control your life, I can make you stand out, I can also bring you back to life ... Well, what about that person!" "Help ah ah! Run! " By this time, Steve and Ben had run away. "Don't try to run, Steve and Ben are dead." Suddenly, Steve and Ben are both angry. It's S. "Bring Steve and Ben back to life." Steve and Ben are alive again. "Ah, eldest brother, don't kill me, I don't want to stand out" "Hum! Ha ha ha ha ha! " The handsome author smiled.