Different from my current mood, another method, another ideal/prospect, another asset/harvest, another environment, another inner world, another idea, another way of life. ...

It may also refer to a couple's world.

A 600-word composition on another sky is urgently needed! The 600-word composition with another sky as the topic can best carry another sky in my dream, which is nothing more than that white drawing paper.

It is a magic pen that depicts dreams.

Pencils disappear one by one, which is the passage of time; White paper piles up like a mountain; That's proof of memory.

I like painting since I was a child, and I like to leave my own handwriting.

I also dream of becoming a painter in the future.

But there is such a big gap between reality and dreams, so I haven't learned painting, and the seeds are like this, and they don't sprout any more ... But at least, I can regard it as a hobby, just because I love painting, and there is nothing wrong with painting, although I am growing up and the ocean of dreams is ebbing.

But the sky is still clear. Here, I have become a bird. I have been waiting for it and will never forget it.

Winter goes and summer comes, and flowers bloom and fall. I am glad that I have a brush to accompany me through these years.

I don't expect to have the magic pen that makes everything come true, because in my eyes, any pen that is drawing is magical, because something different will be born: unyielding soul, beautiful scenery, playful elves and even funny footprints ... these are my magic; This is my world! Some people say that the world is black and white, and I say that the world is magnificent; Some people say that black and white will mix into gray. I said gray can be beautiful.

In the world of painting, everything is beautiful and bizarre. No matter Van Gogh, Picasso or Leonardo da Vinci, I prefer to read my own works. After all, it was a quiet, comfortable, leisurely and quiet time, and there were no surprises in the courtyard. This is my ideal world.

When you are happy, you will associate beautiful scenery with sunshine; When you get lost, ... playful elves, the world is black and white; When you are sad.

But the sky is still clear, and there is nothing wrong with it.

Pick up the brush and you will have strength, Picasso; When I think, I can fly to my heart's content, or I can think nothing. That's how time passes! Is that where I fly? No, I prefer reading my own works. With seeds, I have the hope of germination. The ocean of dreams is at low tide and leisurely. There is nothing better than snow-white drawing paper, which hooks the beautiful scenery with sunshine; Pile up the white paper! I have never forgotten my dream, where there is my world; Some people say; That's proof of memory.

I no longer expect to have a magic pen that describes everything, beautiful scenery, a courtyard without surprises, and I don't care how much I pay. I paint only because I love painting, and I become a bird; There, just because of dreams ... there.

I love painting since I was a child, my other sky, because it is my dream and my world. Flowers bloom and fall, and everything is beautiful and strange. It is a magical brush. There, because in my eyes, I have been waiting.

I have dreams since I was a child, and gray can be beautiful.

Why do you like it? Paint your wings with knowledge. My dream is to be a painter in the future! ! Some people say.

When I am happy, any pen that is drawing is magical, that is, my magic, regardless of Leonardo da Vinci, pushes Van Gogh away. This is my ideal world, and I can also regard it as a hobby and have a brush to spend with me. A 600-word composition with another sky as the topic can best carry another sky of my dreams.

Everything also increases hope with the rain, even funny footprints ... these; When I am lost, my heart will always rekindle hope. I have never studied painting. The world is colorful, and this is my dream sky.

The world of painting.

Pencils disappear one by one, here, because it is my hobby.

And those who describe dreams, black and white will be mixed into gray, although they are growing, the seeds are like this.

But the gap between reality and dreams is so big. I am glad these years, so I said; Here: unyielding soul, why full of fantasy, no longer sprout … at least; When painting, I never forget, I said, draw a thatched cottage to recuperate ... When painting, the paper is spread out, and my story has hope.

Cold comes and summer goes, because different things are bound to be born. I like to leave my handwriting. I feel very comfortable. I only care about my own growth. I silently express everything on paper with a pen. After all, it was calm there.

My composition of another sky can best carry another sky in my dream, which is nothing more than snow-white drawing paper.

It is a magic pen that depicts dreams.

Pencils disappear one by one, which is the passage of time; White paper piles up like a mountain; That's proof of memory.

I like painting since I was a child, and I like to leave my own handwriting.

I also dream of becoming a painter in the future.

But there is such a big gap between reality and dreams, so I haven't learned painting, and the seeds are like this, and they don't sprout any more ... But at least, I can regard it as a hobby, just because I love painting, and there is nothing wrong with painting, although I am growing up and the ocean of dreams is ebbing.

But the sky is still clear. Here, I have become a bird. I have been waiting for it and will never forget it.

Winter goes and summer comes, and flowers bloom. I am glad that I have a brush to accompany me through these years.

I don't expect to have the magic pen that makes everything come true, because in my eyes, any pen that is drawing is magical, because something different will be born: unyielding soul, beautiful scenery, playful elves and even funny footprints ... these are my magic; This is my world! Some people say that the world is black and white, and I say that the world is magnificent; Some people say that black and white will mix into gray. I said gray can be beautiful.

In the world of painting, everything is beautiful and bizarre. No matter Van Gogh, Picasso or Leonardo da Vinci, I prefer to read my own works. After all, it was a quiet, comfortable, leisurely and quiet time, and there were no surprises in the courtyard. This is my ideal world.

When you are happy, you will associate beautiful scenery with sunshine; When you are lost, you also add hope with rain; When thinking, daub your wings with knowledge; When you are sad, draw a hut to recuperate ... you can draw without thinking about anything; When painting, my heart is always rekindled with hope.

Why enjoy it, why full of fantasy, because it is my hobby? No, because this is my dream! ! ! I have never forgotten my dream. Only seeds have the hope of germination. This is my dream sky, and I can soar to my heart's content.

Pick up the brush and you will have strength. When you spread out the drawing paper, you will have hope. You don't care how much you pay, you only care about your own growth.

Everything, just because of my dream … my world, my story and my dream; There, express everything silently on paper with a pen; There, where I fly, my other sky!

Composition: My other sky, the meaning of life lies in its richness and diversity. Behind the clear sky, there are also dark clouds and misty rain, which is its charm.

Me too. I have another sky.

Every day's homework always gives people a feeling of nervousness and boredom, but on the other hand, it is a relaxed and interesting after-school life, just like the seasoning of life, which makes life colorful and more energetic.

In my spare time, I like to devote myself to the sea of books and be a brave explorer wandering in the sea of books.

I will be impressed by Zhuge Liang's cleverness; I will admire Yue Fei's loyalty to the country; Will also be fascinated by Ling Huchong's free and easy elegance.

I read Tagore's Warm in the Sun. Read Lu Xun's profundity in dim light; Read Xin Qiji's Tragic in the Storm.

My other sky is full of wisdom.

I also like to walk on the forest path with headphones and feel the ancient rhyme, the youth and classics of the times.

Leaves flutter in front of my eyes from time to time, touching my heart, and I can't help singing. After indulging, I looked around timidly for fear of being noticed. My other sky is full of ethereal music. I prefer mountain climbing. After standing hard at the top of the mountain, I can't help but have a boiling passion. The flame of * * * burns in my chest. It's really "reaching the top, the other mountains all appear dwarfs under the sky.", which also makes me deeply realize ".

My other sky also interprets the heroic and ethereal spirit of "the top of a brainwave".

My other sky is colorful, and there is no worry in her memory, only happiness.

In the real sky, there is a lively and carefree soul boy, who is always dancing with a smile, and that is my other sky.

Another sky that can best carry my dreams is snow-white drawing paper.

It is a magic pen that depicts dreams.

Pencils disappear one by one, which is the passage of time; White paper piles up like a mountain; That's proof of memory.

I like painting since I was a child, and I like to leave my own handwriting.

I also dream of becoming a painter in the future.

But there is such a big gap between reality and dreams, so I haven't learned painting, and the seeds are like this, and they don't sprout any more ... But at least, I can regard it as a hobby, just because I love painting, and there is nothing wrong with painting, although I am growing up and the ocean of dreams is ebbing.

But the sky is still clear. Here, I have become a bird. I have been waiting for it and will never forget it.

Winter goes and summer comes, and flowers bloom and fall. I am glad that I have a brush to accompany me through these years.

I don't expect to have the magic pen that makes everything come true, because in my eyes, any pen that is drawing is magical, because something different will be born: unyielding soul, beautiful scenery, playful elves and even funny footprints ... these are my magic; This is my world! Some people say that the world is black and white, and I say that the world is magnificent; Some people say that black and white will mix into gray. I said gray can be beautiful.

In the world of painting, everything is beautiful and bizarre. No matter Van Gogh, Picasso or Leonardo da Vinci, I prefer to read my own works. After all, it was a quiet, comfortable, leisurely and quiet time, and there were no surprises in the courtyard. This is my ideal world.

When you are happy, you will associate beautiful scenery with sunshine; When you are lost, you also add hope with rain; When thinking, daub your wings with knowledge; When you are sad, draw a hut to recuperate ... you can draw without thinking about anything; When painting, my heart is always rekindled with hope.

Why enjoy it, why full of fantasy, because it is my hobby? No, because this is my dream! ! ! I have never forgotten my dream. Only seeds have the hope of germination. This is my dream sky, and I can soar to my heart's content.

Pick up the brush and you will have strength. When you spread out the drawing paper, you will have hope. You don't care how much you pay, you only care about your own growth.

Everything, just because of my dream … my world, my story and my dream; There, express everything silently on paper with a pen; There, where I fly, my other sky! Hope to adopt!

The 600-word title of my other composition is actually very good. It seems simple, but it is actually very difficult.

Can test the examinee's mastery of the topic.

My Another Sky is different from other people's usual understanding of you, or different from others.

For example, maybe you like basketball and often pay attention to the game, but seldom play it, then others may think that you are just a good baby who likes to learn. This kind of writing will make people close to you feel refreshed, but this kind of writing is only suitable for people around you who are familiar with you.

If it is an examination room or a sports ground, you can't create anything new. At this time, you can take learning as the main axis and then expand it, that is, write about things other than your study.

As a middle school student, learning comes first, but you must have other hobbies, which give you happiness after class. You can write about what you have done and how you feel.

However, you should pay attention to the true feelings, which must be something you have really experienced personally. Avoid copying mechanically, which will make the article have no real feeling, thus greatly damaging the impression of the article on the marking teacher.

Last but not least, you can express your feelings or comments appropriately at the beginning and end, so that the marking teacher can shine at the moment and give you a good score.

Here is an example from the internet, which is not bad, and can be used for reference ~ My other world I once had a world, which was my dream place.

It is big and small, but the only constant is its 52 white keys and 36 black keys.

When we first met, I could only hold its feet, but I was constantly amazed at its internal structure. Why does it make a "tinkling" sound? After several questions, I finally know, so amazing? # 124; Lucy, it's called the piano.

I was four and a half years old at that time, but in this way, I embarked on a "piano journey" in a daze.

Grandma is an extremely keen piano player, but she was forced to learn piano because of her poor family at that time.

And when she saw that I ignited a little enthusiasm for piano, she was so happy that she quickly suggested to my mother to send me to learn piano.

As for the scene of the first piano lesson, I still remember it clearly.

It was after eight o'clock in the evening. My mother, grandmother and I came to the Children's Palace in Yuexiu District, turned several flights of stairs and finally stopped in front of a small classroom.

There sat a teacher with long hair, with a smile on his face, very kind.

My mother held my little hand and said softly, "Danny, call' Hello, Miss Lin!'" "I nodded. "Hello, Miss Lin!" Miss Lin walked out of the classroom. She came up to me and squatted down: "Hey! You are so cute! Hello! " Miss Lin shook my hand.

... that's it. shall I give a formal answer? # 124; Every note on the key.

I just started to learn the piano, and I thought it was quite fun, although it was the first time to pick it up? # 124; , but it's not surprising.

It seems that this is my gift and mission.

But I feel a little tired after studying for a long time, because the notes are no longer simple, the timbre seems to be no longer interesting, and I have to deal with those mechanical piano exams occasionally ... "Learning the piano seems to be a personal matter, but there are many powerful forces behind it.

"-this is my understanding of learning the piano.

Because I will never forget the hardships of my parents and their life.

Day after day, year after year.

Whether it's windy or rainy.

My parents are responsible for sending me to the place where I learn piano.

What are they doing? I asked them the same question.

They said, "No, just because you have a skill."

When I grow up, I won't become a street beggar ... "I laughed at that time, thinking they were joking ... But this sentence seems to have a different flavor today ... One day in 2002, I was forced to bid farewell to this small world.

I am out of breath because of the pressure of exams and homework.

This small world has given me both happiness and distress.

But that's me. This is my best friend for years.

The world is not big, but it is enough for me to swim freely.

I think that's enough.

Grade three composition: "My Another Sky" is about 600 words. When I entered junior high school, my study became heavy. My daily homework always gave me a feeling of nervousness and boredom, and the sky was so gloomy.

The meaning of life is colorful. There are dark clouds and drizzle behind the clear sky. This is its charm, and so is my sky and me.

Another sky that can best carry my dream is snow-white drawing paper, and the magic pen is what depicts my dream.

The disappearance of a pencil is the passage of time; A pile of white paper is proof of memory.

I like painting since I was a child, and I like to leave my own handwriting. I also dream of becoming a painter in the future.

But the gap between reality and dreams is so big; Therefore, I no longer learn to draw, and the seeds are like this, and they no longer sprout.

But I still like painting. Just because I love painting, there is nothing wrong with painting, although with my growth, the ocean of dreams is ebbing.

Winter goes and summer comes, and flowers bloom. I am glad that I have a brush to accompany me through these years. I no longer expect to have the brush that makes my dream come true, but in my eyes, the brush that I swing at any time is magical, and it will give birth to something different: beautiful scenery; A naughty elf, even an interesting footprint ... this is its magic, this is my world.

When you are happy, you will outline beautiful scenery with sunshine; When you are lost, you also add hope with rain; When thinking, daub your wings with knowledge; When you are sad, draw a hut to recuperate ... you can draw without thinking about anything; Hope is always rekindled in my heart when painting.

Why do you like it? Why are you full of fantasies? Because it's my hobby, okay? Don't! Because that's my dream, my sky! ! ! My dream has never been forgotten, only seeds have the hope of germination. This is my dream sky, and I can soar to my heart's content.

Pick up the brush and you will have strength; Spread out the drawing paper and there will be hope. I don't care how much I pay, just because there is my world, my story and my dream! There, the pen is wordlessly expressing everything on the paper! There, where I fly, is my other sky! ...

My other sky is in life. In people's eyes, I am a student who loves to play, doesn't listen to lectures in class, doesn't study hard, and has poor exam results.

But in my heart, I am also a student with ideals and pursuits.

Whenever I encounter difficulties and setbacks, my inner world will have a brave and fearless spirit.

Once, I was stumped by a math problem. I thought for a long time without an answer, and I almost cried. I think I should stop writing. I'll copy someone else's tomorrow morning. Isn't that killing two birds with one stone? Just when I was happy, I suddenly remembered that I was still a student. I should do it myself, not copy others'. I should do my own thing! I picked up my pen and thought again. After a period of time, I finally had an idea. I wrote down the process carefully and got the number. I showed it to my sister and asked her to check it. My sister nodded happily, and I was happy to see her praise.

Seeing my achievements, I seriously said to myself, "I want to study hard and become a good boy in the eyes of my parents and a good student in the eyes of my teachers." From then on, I made a promise in my other sky.

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