Firework gas is an unusual emotion produced in the most common environment. When I am upset, I snuggle up with my friends, burning hot wine and burning each other's hearts one after another. The following is an example of more than 800 words of ordinary fireworks beauty composition I collected for you. I hope you like it.
Ordinary fireworks are exquisite compositions of more than 800 words. 1 "I know, I know ..." In summer, I can hear cicadas outside my hometown window. Where did you get so many cicadas? It turned out that they were all hidden in the dense magnolia trees in front of the window.
When I go home every summer vacation, my happiest thing is to sit by the window in the quiet afternoon and enjoy the magnolia tree with white flowers, while reading and thinking. Afternoon sunlight penetrates through thick leaves, forming small spots on books or faces. When the breeze blows, the white flowers shake in the air, and the faint fragrance suddenly permeates the whole room, so everything in the room exudes the fragrance of Magnolia grandiflora, as if it were covered with frost.
In autumn, flowers begin to wither. Even so, he is still quiet and elegant. Just like some flowers with stars all over the sky are dark brown; Have a plenty of light yellow; Some withered from the top, yellow and white staggered, from shallow to deep, as if this was a scarf specially prepared for him in autumn. Soon the leaves began to turn yellow, and whenever the sunset glow in the evening set each other off with it, yellow-red, red-yellow and green dots merged with it, which was as beautiful as a fairyland. Every time my grandmother asks me to have dinner, I am reluctant to leave, for fear that this fairyland will be beautiful in another place in ten minutes.
Magnolia grandiflora leaves are very smooth, and there is a short layer of fluff on the back, which feels very comfortable. Sometimes when I was walking, I happened to see the "Yellow Fairy" fall from this tree. I always avoid it deliberately, because when I was a child, my neighbor's little sister, who loved to wear a yellow skirt, said, "Look, this leaf looks like me. I am a fairy. A fairy cannot touch dust. You must help me catch her! " I kept nodding with a serious face, and suddenly she couldn't help laughing. Later, when we grew up, we happily picked every autumn magnolia leaf, and then put them in a small bag and buried them in the soil like Lin Daiyu. Now, this little sister has moved away, but I will fulfill our promise to the letter every autumn.
Magnolia grandiflora is the most beautiful in my memory. Whenever I see it, it must be a holiday. Magnolia grandiflora and I are also brothers. Every time I go to my grandmother's house, the first thing I do is to run to my bedroom, rush to the balcony or open the window to pat the huge leaves of Magnolia grandiflora and say to him, "Hello, I'm back." I will chat with him when I am bored, and I will spit at him when I encounter dog blood when I watch TV dramas or novels. He always responds to me in a rustling way, and then I will reply, "Yes, I think so, too. You are really my good brother. " Say that finish a thumbs-up, staring at him with a smile.
Magnolia grandiflora is my best friend in childhood and the most beautiful scenery outside my window.
Ordinary fireworks are beautiful scenery. Look, there are some white clouds floating in the blue sky. Those white clouds are like little dolls, playing with each other. Look, this one touched the other one, and this one slipped away like a little doll who did something wrong. The other one just wanted to "revenge" and chased after it ... After a while, Baiyun seemed tired of playing and stopped playing games. Some big white clouds began to do magic: they turned into pigs and walked on tiptoe; After a while, he became a big tiger, with a big mouth, and liked to eat people ... A little white cloud seemed to be scared by that big white cloud, and quickly floated behind the rolling mountains and began to snore. ...
Look at the mountains in the distance. It's spectacular. The remaining snow in winter still accumulates on the mountain before it melts. It's like putting a white coat on Dashan, which adds a bit of beauty to Dashan. The mountains are more beautiful!
At the foot of the mountain, there is a small house surrounded by a row of neat fences. There is a sheepfold on the left side of the small house. In the sheepfold, a few lambs are playing naughtily under the care of their mothers, while their father and mother are eating the tender grass that their owners have just harvested. Behind the small house, rows of poplars stand upright in the wind, with dense leaves and swaying branches, like beautiful girls welcoming guests from afar. A breeze blew and the leaves rustled, as if to tell everyone that spring was coming. ...
In front of the small house, there is a big ranch with dozens of pink flowers in the middle of the green grass. Gorgeous flowers attract several beautiful butterflies to dance, and the flowers exude a refreshing fragrance, as if welcoming the arrival of spring. ...
Not far from the small house, there is a stream, which is not very deep and crystal clear. Some stones piled up by the stream feel smooth and slippery because they have been washed away by water for a long time. With a splash, the stone fell into the stream, and circles of patterns appeared on the water. Oh! I forgot to tell you that this stream is called "Shuishuixi". It's a stream of melted snow in the back of the mountain, flowing here. Isn't that weird?
Around the stream is a large green meadow with some green, purple and yellow wild flowers, like a colored carpet laid by the stream.
This mountain, this water, this tree, this flower, as well as fences and houses, are cleverly distributed in every corner, forming a beautiful landscape. I seem to be integrated into this beautiful scenery!
Ordinary fireworks are beautiful scenery. Last summer, my parents and I went to my grandmother's house in the country. "Wow" a natural beauty appeared in front of my eyes, feeling so kind and comfortable! Everything is so quiet, without the noise of the city, without the pollution of automobile exhaust, without the movement of noisy people, everything is so harmonious and relaxed.
Walking on the narrow ridge in the country is like stepping on a green carpet. On both sides, the green seedlings in the wheat fields greedily enjoy the sunshine bath, absorb the nutrients of the earth and grow luxuriantly. As soon as I closed my eyes, these sprouted ears of wheat turned into golden wheat. A breeze blew, and my heart suddenly felt a kind of elegance that I had never seen before.
Chickens, people in rural areas should keep a few. Walking in front of grandma's house, I saw a hen, leading a group of chicks to forage in the grass. Not far away, a cock with its tail up was pacing up and down in the field.
Walking to the stream, some ducks are playing in the water, not flapping their wings.
In the evening, the setting sun releases the last ray of sunshine, and the wheat field is more beautiful at this time. Although my eyes are full of green, it really makes me sigh. It is not only a symbol of vitality, but also a kind of harmonious beauty.
Ah! Beautiful country, I love you! Beautiful countryside
Last summer, my parents and I came to my grandmother's house in the country. "Wow" a natural beauty appeared in front of my eyes, feeling so kind and comfortable! Everything is so quiet, without the noise of the city, without the pollution of automobile exhaust, without the movement of noisy people, everything is so harmonious and relaxed.
Walking on the narrow ridge in the country is like stepping on a green carpet. On both sides, the green seedlings in the wheat fields greedily enjoy the sunshine bath, absorb the nutrients of the earth and grow luxuriantly. As soon as I closed my eyes, these sprouted ears of wheat turned into golden wheat. A breeze blew, and my heart suddenly felt a kind of elegance that I had never seen before.
Chickens, people in rural areas should keep a few. Walking in front of grandma's house, I saw a hen, leading a group of chicks to feed in the grass; ; Not far away, a cock with its tail up was pacing up and down in the field.
Walking to the stream, some ducks are playing in the water, not flapping their wings.
In the evening, the setting sun releases the last ray of sunshine, and the wheat field is more beautiful at this time. Although my eyes are full of green, it really makes me sigh. It is not only a symbol of vitality, but also a kind of harmonious beauty.
Ah! Beautiful country, I love you!
Ordinary fireworks are exquisite compositions of more than 800 words. 4 "Flowers bloom and fall in the spring and autumn, geese come and geese go to the Southern and Northern Dynasties." Where there are no willows, there is no moss. Time flies. When I see the same scene, I still feel sad inside, or I will be moved by such a person.
Seven years old, crying for others for the first time.
The sunshine is sunny as always, but it is predicted to rain again, just waiting for a few dark clouds. Hearing the news, my mother immediately took me to the morning market to buy something to eat and go home. I'd love to. After all, I can buy a bag of sugar-fried chestnuts to eat in the street.
It didn't take long to walk, and you could hear the noise of peddling and the ringing of bicycles. Looking around, my eyes fell on the red tent not far away. I have been here several times and I am naturally familiar with it. I pointed to the chestnut shed and was about to run over, but my mother asked me to help her pick out the fruit. Here we go again.
Children can't pick fruits, but they don't want anything beautiful, such as wrinkles, water and blackening. There happened to be a small basket full of rotten apples. Some flies landed around the basket, greedy. Crawl in and out of the basket. I was so angry with these fruits that I waved them with my hand before they flew away. At this moment, an old man came to the small basket with a crumpled cloth bag.
"Give me some space, son." A dry voice came from behind. I took a step to the side, and then, a pair of calloused, yellow and weak hands reached into the rotten fruit basket. He picked a few dry apples that were not badly rotten, put them into a bag gently, and stood up reluctantly with a basket. I didn't understand, so I asked my grandfather directly, "Why do you want to pick bad apples?" The apples over there are delicious. ""you can eat it if you peel it. You can deduct it if it is not good. I don't usually eat fruit. My grandmother wanted to eat, so I went out to buy it. "After listening to his words, I feel very uncomfortable. I want to give him an apple in my mother's bag, but I don't have the courage to say it.
He walked slowly to the place where the money was collected: "Little girl, be cheaper." His wrinkled face showed a pleading expression. "Well, come on, give me your bag." Unexpectedly, she can readily agree. She picked up the bag and put her hand in. Wait, two red apples! She stuffed it in and said to her grandfather, "There is not much money, so don't give it." She smiled and handed me the bag. When my grandfather took it, I left tears. That's not sympathy, but touching. That bag, like the spring breeze in life, warms the whole spring.
"Fireworks on earth can touch the hearts of mortals most." In life, beauty is everywhere. The beauty that exists instantly is a clear spring, surging in the fireworks. The world in spring is so beautiful.
Ordinary fireworks are beautiful scenery. More than 800 words The annual flavor of the south is smoked.
At the beginning of the twelfth lunar month, all kinds of mutton skewers were hung on the firewood stoves of various households, including tenderloin, pig's trotters, duck legs, sausages ... The whole stove kang was burned with tea branches and stems, and a layer of dried tea shells was laid on the fire. When the fire was put out, the smoke from the tea fire curled up and the smell of firewood and meat gradually spread. After several frosts, the temperature outside became colder and colder, so my grandparents stayed in the woodshed all day to make a fire and make bacon. I saw that the mutton string on the stove kang gradually changed from fresh meat color to yellow, into honey color, golden yellow color, caramel color, and finally into bacon color. When the meat is fragrant, the footsteps of Nian are getting closer and closer.
With the fragrance of peasant bacon, it gets into your nose from someone else's table, and the taste of that year is hooked at once. Following the strong smell of bacon in my hometown, the girls and boys who have been working outside all the year round have come back, and even the aunt who is far away from Shenzhen has come back by high-speed train. In the distance, not far away, crackling firecrackers greeted the prosperous New Year's Eve happily. Grandma and mom put a big dinner on the table. Steamed bacon, sausage, boiled fish, garlic-flavored duck legs, stir-fried beef, handmade dumplings … delicious food filled a big table. Dad opened a bottle of red wine, first filled it for my grandparents, then my mother, aunt and aunt poured it one by one, and finally poured me a sip. The family raised their glasses around the round table. I took a sip, and the spicy taste of the wine quickly broke out between the taste buds. One of them couldn't hold back his sobs, which made the whole family laugh, and the whole table smelled of reunion and celebration.
After dinner, my father took me out to set off fireworks. My father and I moved a whole box of fireworks into the yard, and then let me stand far away. Dad poked his head out with a sandalwood in his hand, carefully lit the fuse and quickly retreated to my side. With a bang, a small red arrow went straight into the sky, and clusters of colorful fireworks bloomed in the dark sky. Bang bang, one by one, the children in the neighborhood came out, and the whole night sky was decorated with the flowers of the fire tree and silver flowers, and the thick flavor of the year bloomed in the fireworks, reflecting the smiling faces of adults and children on the ground. The sound of fireworks, laughter and shouts are linked together, which is very lively. The air is full of the smell of fireworks.
"The red envelope is coming!" The "fireworks rain" here has just come to an end. I don't know whose mobile phone is ringing over there. Everyone took out their mobile phones to welcome a new wave of "red envelope rain". Watching the Spring Festival Gala, gathering in Five Blessingg to grab red envelopes ... The Spring Festival in my hometown is full of flavor, lasting forever, and it is the most intoxicating taste.