Spring has come, and the spring breeze is blowing everything on the earth slightly. Grass, stretched, lowered its head to put on new green clothes; Young trees, swaying, take off their yellow robes, gently pick up their green robes and put them on their shoulders; Birds fly by and sing in the big tree. . . When the spring breeze blows, they begin to dance happily with it.
Summer is coming, the weather is sultry, and the sun father-in-law is relentlessly sending out a fierce fire to the world. At this time, how people hope that the wind will come soon! The wind seemed to hear people's call and came at once, bringing cool wind and making people enjoy the coolness of summer. The wind works happily for people in a smile.
Autumn is coming and the wind is coming. It picked up "Ma Liang's magic brush" and leaves, orchards and fields. . . They are all dyed golden yellow, just like those lovely smiling faces. The golden wind not only brings gold, but also brings the joy of harvest, magical colors and cool air.
Winter is coming, and the golden world suddenly becomes a vast expanse of white. The north wind jumped out rudely. The weather is not as warm as in spring. It came quickly, manganese, broke the branches and blew the children home and away. . . Everyone is afraid of meeting the north wind again.
Wind, sometimes like a loving mother, sometimes like a crazy tiger. . . The wind is always unpredictable and unpredictable.
Everyone says the spring breeze is beautiful, but I think the breeze in summer is more changeable, no less than the spring breeze.
One summer day, I was walking in the street, and the road was steaming. People came and went feebly, and the whole city was shrouded in sleepiness. I, no, people are eager to blow a little cool air.
But suddenly, I felt the wind. It passed me, so light. Although I can't see it, I seem to see a dancer dancing, and its arrival makes people raise their heads. People become more greedy and want to feel some cool breeze again.
The wind is blowing harder and harder. From cool wind to turbid wind. Because it rolled up all the dust on the ground and flew all over the sky. It's blinding. I went home angry. The wind was really disgusting.
Perhaps because of people's disgust, the wind got angry. It makes enough effort to blow, from turbid wind to strong wind. Whistling, leaves rustling, really like people grinning, as if under the command of the wind, to scare people away.
At this time, the wind, like a cleaner, rolled up all the dust on the ground, but unfortunately it didn't have a dustpan and swept the dust all over the sky; The wind at this time is like a commander, ordering people to wear sunglasses. In fact, it is only because of the poor skills of being swept by the wind. At this time, the wind is more like a shepherd's baby, herding all the black sheep together, gathering together, the clouds are getting dark, the days are getting shorter and the light is getting dark. ...
It's too late to say now, but it's too soon. First a few drops of water, one drop, two drops, three drops, "Hua!" The rain poured down. The song sings, "come on, it's raining, and people are running all over the street;" Yes, yes, taxis have a very good business ... "Isn't this the scene?" June day, baby face ",the rain was unexpected, so no one took an umbrella. Seeing everyone's mess, the wind proudly shuttled through the rain and roared in the rain. Look at its pride!
After a storm comes a calm, the gale has long since disappeared. The rest is its little sister-breeze.
Here, it is still a light body, and beautiful dance moves around. The difference is that the sky is bluer, the flowers are brighter, the trees are greener, people are more energetic and the air is unusually fresh ... at this time, I think the wind is colored, it is colored.
Oh, this is the summer wind. This is a colorful and changeable artist.
Who is the freest in nature? Maybe it is.
It shuttles through the four seasons and comes and goes gently.
This is the wind.
Spring wind, it swept the land of * * *, leaving green grass all over the ground, swaying its slender waist in the spring breeze; It brushed the frozen lake and rippled, as if it were raising its clear skirt; It passes through the withered branches, and the branches take out small buds and slowly stretch with the spring breeze.
Spring breeze, like a fresh and refined music, carries hope and evokes a sleeping life.
The summer wind, slowly, jumps and plays, sometimes flying high and sometimes sweeping low.
It plays music for lovely leaves, dances for quiet grass, brings coolness and refreshment to farmers who work hard in the fields, and eliminates troubles and impatience.
It broke into the hearts of all things and added a lot of fun to this lively and extraordinary world.
The summer wind, like my mother's kind hands, contains warmth and removes all anxiety in the world.
Autumn wind, mixed with a few cool drizzles, came to the world.
It ripens the fruit in the orchard, turns the sorghum in the field red, peels off the green coat of the golden corn, fills the thin ears of wheat, and sounds the horn of harvest.
Autumn wind is like a conscientious postman, full of joy, reporting the arrival of autumn.
The winter wind, like an unruly wild horse, runs in the fields.
It trampled the grass yellow, blew away the stubble and leaves in the field, and blew away the crumbling leaves.
It tests the willpower of everything in the world in its own unique way.
The winter wind, like a strict examiner, with some indifference and solemnity, looks at all the answers about persistence.
Wind plays different roles in the four seasons, adding luster to the beautiful nature with its own actions.
Teacher's comment: The colorful language vividly shows the drama of "wind", endows the natural wind with many emotional changes, depicts the image of the wind with vivid brushstrokes, and shows the appearance of the wind representing the seasonal characteristics.
This beautiful prose presents gorgeous colors and chewy charm.
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Imitate the wind and rain and write a composition describing the wind. The word rain cannot appear in a 300-word composition. It seems that thousands of magic fingers, like thousands of strings, pop up ever-changing sounds.
The spring rain is soft, the summer rain is rough, the autumn rain is desolate and the winter rain is cold; Due to the change of seasons, my mood is different.
However, the color of rain is as beautiful as the sound of rain.
There are many excellent works describing rain in picture music and poetry.
Line color and musical melody are ethereal and transparent.
The thin rain flower, like a floating fog, is white, kissing people's faces lightly and feeling itchy slightly; And gently wet the clothes.
Umbrellas are like sails, floating and sinking in the rain; Also like big wings, the southeast and northwest are boundless, drifting around because of the wind.
Silent rain, silence is better than sound; Funny rain really makes people happy.
You can wander outdoors without wearing a raincoat. Rain, like honey and wine, moistens your soul.
-This strange rain, this strange rain, is like a dream.
I remember the apricot blossom and spring rain in Jiangnan. Raindrops hit the awning, and there was the fragrance of pear blossoms in the rain.
I remember the summer rain in the West Lake, full of vitality, and the lotus leaves all over the lake were beaten.
I remember the autumn rain in Tianmu Mountain. The fog was locked and all the trees rustled. The pines and cypresses that hold up the sky are washed away by the rain, which makes them look particularly vigorous.
I remember the winter rain in Fuchun River, like crying, and the smoke from huts on both sides of the river was gloomy, like a colored pencil drawing.
It's a drizzly and breezy night, suitable for reading poetry and prose.
On a stormy night, horror supernatural novels are desirable.
Otherwise, it is a pleasure to invite a few confidants, make a few cups of strong tea, buy a bag of peanuts and light a candle.
Wind and rain are more suitable for pregnant women, who often suffer from insomnia; A sound of wind and rain seems to leave people and whisper.
That summer, my friends and I sat in the Spring and Autumn Pavilion.
At that time, the water chestnut was ripe. On Lianchi Beach, the villagers were driving boats and busy picking. The white clouds in the sky and the egrets on the water set each other off.
A sudden shower, Malik Pentium; Banping Mountain suddenly disappeared, and only the dense rain hung a bead curtain on Lianchi.
In the shower, the boats that collect water chestnuts are still rocking leisurely.
The people on the boat are even hemp fibers.
There is not much rainfall in the south of Taiwan Province Province.
Especially in Kaohsiung, the dust is all over the sky; The branches and leaves are covered with dust, and after a shower, it is green and brand-new.
Shoushan after the rain, enchanting overlooking the silent love; Silver scale water waves are also dyed green by green hills.
On the banks of the river, on the rows of cement columns, the porcelain covers of rows of street lamps are embedded between mountains and rivers like white jade balls, which vaguely shows the scenery of the West Lake.
"The head of the Spring Rain Building is eight feet high. When will you go back to Zhejiang Chao? "
Write an essay "The Wind in My Hometown" (300 words). The wind in my hometown brought me the coolness of the evening, with yesterday's thin fragrant clothes and the wind in my hometown. The neighbor's daughter took bamboo boards to the open space and set up a curved moon. When a letter is sent, it takes a long time. The feeling of jumping forward is that your figure is flashing. Hometown! You are always in the letter and outside it. The whistling hometown wind! You always shuttle by my side, always bring my true, beautiful and happy childhood to my eyes, and always remind me of the time when I lived in my hometown. I am surrounded by a green ocean, and those withered flowers always exude fragrance; Of course, there is a crystal clear river and a dirty ditch. This is my hometown. I remember one time I went fishing with some friends, lifted a small dustpan, and then skipped into the ditch. Before I came to the ditch, I grabbed the dustpan and put it down. Mud water rushed into the dustpan. Water is like slippery mud. There are a few small fish rolling in it, and I am so happy: "Come and see". I waved my hands vigorously and shouted to my friends. Hearing my cry, they all looked up, threw down the mud they had picked up in the ditch and rushed at me. They ran in front of me, fighting for the small fish. After a long struggle, we are all like clay statues. Look at me. An idea suddenly occurred to me. I'm covered in mud anyway. I might as well have a good water fight. I told my friends what I thought. They look depressed, but they can't help being tempted. They all said, "Good." As soon as I got off the river, I took a pool of cool water and sprinkled it on my friends. They avoided at once. Then they threw water at me, and I was quick of eye and load. With a bang, water fell on him. He was soaked to the skin, like a drowned rat. When we saw him, we couldn't help laughing ... "Ha". I smiled. I laughed at the innocence of our childhood and the cuteness of our childhood, which was really "great". But I know I can never have that childhood again, and I will never be so naive again. You are like a little flower in my heart, blooming and dying; The bundle of red rope on the short braid was smashed to pieces; The little butterfly caught up behind is near and far. The wind in my hometown
Three hundred words about the wind spread all over the wind, reminding me of typhoons. Typhoon is a heinous villain, it destroyed many crops, destroyed many people's houses and long-term hard work, and even endangered people's lives.
However, Typhoon's younger brother is not as bad as his older brother. He's just looking for something good to do.
The wind saw that the water pump in the rice field didn't work, so it blew hard and the water pump could work again. The grass shook its head at the wind, as if to say, "Thank you, the wind saved our lives.
"The wind saw the ship at sea again, and people pushed hard, so they breathed a sigh of relief. The ship moved slowly in the sea, and the people on board waved their thanks to it.
Now, the wind is back, and the wind is wearing colorful clothes like us.
Now it has learned magic and turned the grass into green. The grass tilted its head and admired its beautiful clothes, turning the peach blossom into pink and falling like a butterfly.
It touched people who were working, and people's sweat flowed down. People who were tired and hot were blown by the wind, neither tired nor hot, but also got a good mood.
The wind sometimes brings us inconvenience and sometimes adds more luster. ...
How to write the wind in 300 words? She is like a naughty elf, giving people a different feeling with a fickle expression.
All the year round, listening to the wind and feeling her colorful temperament ... In early spring, the wind brought spring information with her slight silence. Like a gentle and refined princess, she came to people with light steps.
The land she walked through brought warmth and comfort.
The breeze weaves a long poetic picture, which is beautiful and warm, and all people are intoxicated by the place where the continuous breeze has been.
Chong ... Chong ... In summer, the wind changed from a gentle princess to a lively and provocative girl, and everywhere she went, she took a fresh and clean wind.
As long as she wants, she can sing a solo with Thunderstorm Stone, roar wildly, and blow away the last trace of hot air with strong wind.
Sasha vujacic ... sasha vujacic ... Feng, it's autumn. How did that hot girl become a romantic girl just now? With her dignified dance steps, she gently swept up the golden leaves, rustling ... Autumn leaves, playing a romantic song of the richest man, and making the romance of the sunset more perfect.
Woo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo.
Her sad cry hovered over the building and echoed in the dead forest.
The wind makes the gray winter colder.
In the second day of junior high school, write a composition of 200 to 300 words on the topic of wind. The wind reminds me of a typhoon. This is a heinous villain. It destroyed many crops, destroyed many people's houses, worked hard for a long time and even endangered people's lives. However, the wind of typhoon brother is not as bad as that of brother, so pick up something good to do. When the wind saw that the water pump in the rice field didn't work, it blew hard and the water pump could work again. The grass shook its head at the wind, as if to say, "Thank you, the wind saved us." The wind saw the ship at sea again, and people were pushing hard, so they blew hard, and the ship moved slowly in the sea, and the people on board waved their thanks to it. Now, the wind is back, wearing colorful clothes and coming like us. Now it has learned magic and turned the grass into green. Turn the peach blossom into pink and fall like a butterfly. It reached the people who were working, and people's sweat flowed down. People who were tired and hot were blown by the wind, but they were not tired or hot, and they got a good mood. The wind sometimes brings us inconvenience and sometimes adds more luster.
Wind and rain composition 300 words through the wind and rain, close your eyes, listen carefully and taste with your heart. Every rain is a song, and every storm has its own unique rhythm, either continuous and soft or passionate.
The lasting appeal of rain is the lasting appeal of life. Through the storm, the sky is clear and boundless.
Dark clouds covered the whole earth and suddenly became dim.
The hills in the distance are covered with dark clouds, and the wind hits the doors and windows, "banging" straight.
Sitting in a chair is always uncomfortable.
Yesterday's exam was not ideal, and the paper has been handed out.
The big red cross on the test paper is branded in my eyes and in my heart.
At this point, my mood is very agitated, plus this weather ... alas! Finally, as a white lightning flashed across the sky, raindrops fell with muffled thunder.
I'm bored watching all this! Let me go. Let me go. It's hard to make people feel better.
The teacher's sharp words are still ringing in my ears: if you continue like this, you will not only regress, but you will not learn this subject sooner or later! ..... I haven't thought about how to get through this in my heart. I'm always annoyed with the status quo, but I never think about the future journey.
However, this time, it seems that this is not the case! After school * * * rang, and I looked out of the window. I don't know when the rain stopped.
In the green belt of campus, small flowers are in full bloom.
Accepted the baptism of rain, they became happier! There are raindrops on the green leaves, shining golden light in the sun, making my eyes bright.
Looking up at the sky, a heavy rain swept away the haze, blue and flawless! Seeing this, I seem to understand something! If there is no storm, how can the earth usher in vitality and how can the sky be flawless? If I don't experience setbacks, how can I realize my mistakes? My heart became clear.
Yes! Only by experiencing setbacks can we correct our mistakes. After the setback, we walked through the hurdle, and behind the hurdle is a bright road. Walk through the storm and cross the road! Ups and downs, can't hit the idea of sentient beings; Ups and downs make all beings more lively! After the storm, the sun shines on the earth! This is * * * won! After the storm, which tomorrow is not sunny! Walk through the storm and face the light! ...
Spring breeze composition spread out in 300 words. Spring is coming! Miss Feng took a brisk step and held out her hand. Her hands are so light and dexterous.
Look! Miss Feng touched the grass with her gentle hand, and the grass immediately grew a sharp little head. The grass seems to say, "Thank you! I will definitely make myself brighter and greener. "
Miss Feng just smiled and left. She touched the tree with her hand, and the tree immediately grew young leaves. The tree seems to say to Miss Feng, "Thank you! You made me grow young leaves. "
Miss Feng touched the flower again, and it immediately blushed and opened. The flower seems to say, "Thank you! You let me open my beautiful face. "
Miss Feng touched the wheat seedling of the farmer's uncle again. The wheat seedlings have grown a lot at once. In autumn, the farmer's uncle should have another bumper harvest. Teacher Feng touched our child's head again. In the evening, we can have a beautiful spring dream.
Ah! Spring is so beautiful. I like spring, but I prefer spring life.
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The person I admire to write a 300-word composition is of course my good friend Cai Zhen! She is not tall, and her watery eyes are full of curiosity.
One afternoon after school, all the students left the classroom and went home.
Cai Zhen and I are still concentrating on solving math application problems. Sometimes we think and sometimes we cheer loudly.
Finally, the problem was solved by us, and I jumped for joy, but Cai Zhen frowned and still stared at the math exercise book, thinking hard. I was a little confused and thought, well, what else do you want? I tilted my head in disbelief and asked strangely, "What's the matter, didn't we' kill' the stumbling block?" But Cai Zhen seemed not to hear, still burying his head, drawing and writing in the draft book, and looking at her serious appearance, I had to sit there and wait for her.
I saw her sometimes meditating, sometimes smiling, sometimes writing down a formula quickly, sometimes frowning, thinking with her chin cupped, sometimes drawing a draft, sometimes writing and calculating. One by one, groups of Arabic numerals were covered by sketches ... "Tick tock, tick tock", the old man walked quietly, and the minute hand turned impatiently on the clock face.
I don't know when, Cai Zhen's face appeared a few drops of glistening sweat, and her forehead was covered with a layer of sweat, but she completely ignored it and still wrote and calculated seriously. For a time, she measured line segments and wrote drafts. The pen kept waving and the formula was written paragraph by paragraph. Suddenly, Cai Zhen jumped up from his seat and cheered: "Forget it! The second plan has also been worked out! " Ah, so she is calculating the second plan! There was a heat wave in my heart, and I saw Cai Zhen's eyes flashing with light, which was the light of joy and excitement! At this time, my face turned red and I bowed my head in shame.
This is my good friend-Cai Zhen, a good friend who dares to innovate and deserves my admiration. I saw a precious golden light in her ... and she smiled. In my mind, Miss Jing's smile is the brightest.
I remember once, my teacher asked me to take part in an essay contest, but I felt that my writing level was not high and I was not sure. So I went to Mr. Jing and said to him, "Teacher, I'm afraid ..." When the teacher saw that my face turned pale, he seemed to see my mind, and said to me, "Yang Yunke, don't be afraid, the teacher believes you, you can do it! You should also have confidence in yourself! " After listening to this, I feel a little confident, but I still lack confidence. I added, "If I don't get the prize, wouldn't it be a waste of a place in our class?" At this time, the teacher stroked my head and said to me kindly, "It doesn't matter, the important thing is to participate!" " As long as you do your best, the teacher won't blame you even if you don't win the prize.
Believe that you are always the best.
"The teacher's words made me build up my self-confidence.
I hope you can do it, so can I! Two months before the competition, I actively prepared, carefully read some excellent essay selections, and humbly asked teachers and classmates for writing skills.
Every day after school, after finishing my homework, I plunge into the composition pile, read the excellent historical knowledge carefully, and remember the words and sentences while reading. Sometimes I will insist on practicing writing, read the written composition to my classmates, teachers and parents, and let them point out the shortcomings of writing. I will seriously revise it.
In this way, after two months of hard work, I also mastered some writing skills.
On the day of the game, I was very nervous.
To comfort myself, I closed my eyes and kept saying to myself, "Don't be afraid, this is just an ordinary homework, Yang Yunke. Believe in yourself, you can do it! " The competition has begun, and it is required to write a memorable composition with a self-made topic.
I'm relieved to hear that, because writing is my strong point! I quickly made a draft in my mind. I am confident and calm, and successfully completed the composition of the competition.
Three days later, my grades came down. I won the first prize in this school composition competition.
I jumped for joy with a certificate in my hand. It really pays off! Where there is a will, there is a way! When I excitedly showed this award to Teacher Jing, Teacher Jing smiled. She smiled so brightly, so kindly and so gently.
Teacher Jing's smile is so sweet and beautiful! Looking at the teacher's smile, my heart is as sweet as honey
Spread all the wind and suspension, and the rain poured down.
In the sky, the rain is in song for you, and the wind is dancing for you.
A big tree next to the school stands firmly where it grows.
Just spent a few spring and autumn with it, and now several contemporary "friends" have left silently with the wind, rain and time that they refuse to look back.
Wind, you have seen many national heroes and some national scum for decades; Rain, how many people's tears you took away, dripping on those soldiers; In the sky, how many people, how many nationalities, how many countries have fought, and how many war machines have given off great light.
Now, you have turned loud noise into thunder and huge light into lightning.
The wind is still blowing, the rain is still dripping, and the sky is still the same as before.
It's just that times have changed, and today's world longs for peace and joy.
I hope all the creatures in the world will live for this and be more beautiful and moving.
Look, the wet leaves are bent by naughty wind and naughty rain.
Muddy roads can only lie at people's feet alone, and several car tracks slowly disappear with time. ......
Please indicate the source? A work describing the wind