1. How to write a wild composition
In the endless fields, green waves are rolling everywhere. The grass is green, the trees are green, the water is green, and the fields divided into checkerboards by paths are even more covered in green. The green all over the mountains and fields dyed my heart green. The green in the fields is indeed intoxicating, but the paths in the fields are even more colorful. There are countless colorful and unknown flowers on the path, including yellow, blue, white, purple, and various colors fluttering in the wind in this green sea. When the wind blows, the beautiful flowers seem to nod and smile to the farmer uncle; they are also like little actors dancing on the green stage.
Next to the beautiful field road is the endless field. The poplar trees are even greener, and the wheat in the ground is as green as jasper. It makes people feel relaxed and happy when they see it! Look, how deep the green is in that creek. Where the water is slow, the intoxicating green is hidden at the bottom of the water, which can be seen but cannot be touched; where the water is fast, the splashes of crystal clear water are like flying beads rolling jade, beating against the pebbles, and the sound they make is, Like a beautiful piece of music, intoxicating. Colorful green, who can not be tempted by you?
I have read Mr. Zhu Ziqing's "The Green of the Plum Rain Pool" is indeed lovely, but I always feel it is a bit monotonous. How can it compare with the colorful, changing and beautiful scenery in the wilderness of my hometown? What about the endless green? 2. Write an essay imitating the wildness of Suoxiyu
The sea is wild. The sea is natural beauty and wild beauty.
This kind of beauty is a kind of beauty. A kind of breathtaking beauty: If an earthquake occurs in a seaside city, it will cause a tsunami. Waves hundreds of meters high will ruthlessly destroy buildings, bridges and many things on the ground. So when I hear the word tsunami, I will be worried. Very scared.
This kind of beauty is a gentle beauty: in the hot summer, people often go to the beach to play and swim. Some people who go to the sea accept the gift of the sea. Their coolness. After a while, the waves lapped the beach gently, as if asking the people on the shore: Why don't you come down? Don't you want to cool off?
This kind of beauty is a kind of beauty that follows one's will: every drop of water can go wherever it wants. They are unrestrained and can do whatever they want, which really makes me envious.
The sea It is wild, but also beautiful. 3. Composition about wildness
Example 1:
The spring scenery is brilliant and brilliant again; the autumn colors are desolate and desolate. Another golden autumn filled with fruity fragrance, another September that bids farewell to the old and welcomes the new.
Re-entering this campus where I have lived for three years, the campus is still beautiful and the flowers and plants are still fragrant. However, my heart is not as calm as in previous years. I walked around the familiar campus and unknowingly returned to the familiar ginkgo tree, feeling extremely sad in my heart. At this time, a golden ginkgo leaf was blown down by the wind. It reluctantly struggled and circled in the air for several times, and finally floated to the earth.
Walk over, pick up the ginkgo leaf and put it in the palm of your hand. The golden leaf is like a fan, like a butterfly, and like a delicate little girl - vulnerable, just like me. Same as one hit. Looking at it, my eyes blurred for a while, and then a crystal clear thing fell on this golden elf. I really couldn't bear to let it fall like this, so I clamped it in the book.
Slowly, the books became thicker and thicker. One windy and rainy afternoon, I came to the ginkgo tree again and looked at the hurried footsteps on the fallen leaves on the ground. My heart ached, but I was helpless. I raised my head and looked at the bare old ginkgo. It was still standing there tall and upright. I couldn't help but think: overnight, the wind and rain withered, but it still held its head high and faced it all calmly. At this moment, I suddenly remembered a sentence I didn't know where I saw: "Falling leaves is not death, it is just a concession of life!" Yes, maybe the old ginkgo can calmly face the reality of dead leaves and flourishing leaves precisely because it has realized that Give in to life!
Thinking of this, my heart suddenly opened up a lot, so I smiled at the old ginkgo.
Then, I took out the thickened books and opened them. I wanted to calmly let go of these yellow elves, and calmly let go of my long-pressed heart.
I understand that since I choose a distant place, I only care about the wind and rain.
I understand that now that I have chosen the path of review, I will no longer worry about the momentary honor and disgrace.
I understand that not all mistakes mean failure, and not all progress leads to success.
I believe that failure is not death, but a surrender of life.
Perhaps, the life that makes concessions will be more beautiful!
Perhaps, the old ginkgo will be more full of life in the coming year.
The fallen leaves of a ginkgo tree triggered some insights into life. The author uses a ginkgo leaf on campus as an image, embodying his deep thinking about nature and life, and expresses a thought-provoking and enlightening philosophy of life. "The old ginkgo can calmly face the reality of withered leaves and flourishing leaves, probably because it has realized the concession of life." 4. A 400-word essay describing hometown
In the endless fields, rolling everywhere with green waves. The grass is green, the trees are green, the water is green, and the fields divided into checkerboards by paths are even more covered in green. The green all over the mountains and fields dyed my heart green. The green in the fields is indeed intoxicating, but the paths in the fields are even more colorful. There are countless colorful and unknown flowers on the path, including yellow, blue, white, purple, and various colors fluttering in the wind in this green sea. When the wind blows, the beautiful flowers seem to nod and smile to the farmer uncle; they are also like little actors dancing on the green stage.
Next to the beautiful field road is the endless field. The poplar trees are even greener, and the wheat in the ground is as green as jasper. It makes people feel relaxed and happy when they see it! Look, how deep the green is in that creek. Where the water is slow, the intoxicating green is hidden at the bottom of the water, which can be seen but cannot be touched; where the water is fast, the splashes of crystal clear water are like flying beads rolling jade, beating against the pebbles, and the sound they make is, Like a beautiful piece of music, intoxicating. Colorful green, who can not be tempted by you?
I have read Mr. Zhu Ziqing's "The Green of the Plum Rain Pool" is indeed lovely, but I always feel it is a bit monotonous. How can it compare with the colorful, changing and beautiful scenery in the wilderness of my hometown? What about the endless green? 5. 400-word essay on xxx's "Wild"
Avoiding the hustle and bustle of the city, during the holidays, I came to the endless fields in the countryside.
The spring fields are as green as the true nature of spring; standing here is like being in a green ocean; facing the spring breeze, fresh fresh air, and warm and soft sunshine—— They are the most indispensable natural landscapes in the fields that best reflect the breath of spring.
Walking through this green field, following the breeze, smelling the not so strong and light fragrance; the sun and the wind cooperate very well. Although the rice and wheat are not mature, when they are green The shells cling to their fragile bodies and flutter in the sun and wind, like green fairies in the fields, playing with everything in nature!
"Shashasha——" Huh? What is that sound? Oh, it turns out that the farmers are working hard and planting more crops! Looking at these acres of fields from a distance, it's like seeing little Dorothy and her three friends in the movie "The Wizard of Oz". Going to a beautiful flower field between the Emerald City, it's like the red color of the flowers. The green version of the green version; here, the thatched houses on the other side of the field are inconspicuous, but please imagine, can they be the "Emerald Castle" you need to reach when strolling in the fields? Thinking of this, I quite admire the farmers. In order to let people eat delicious food, they did not care about the scorching sun, got up early and stayed up late, started to plant these wheat trees, so that people would no longer be hungry, and made a contribution to their happy life. A great contribution!
After listening to my "Interesting Stories from the Fields", do you also want to travel with me to this beautiful, endless field? 6. A wild composition imitating Suoxiyu
Walking into Suoxiyu in Zhangjiajie, all the thoughts in my mind were purified, leaving only the word field.
The mountains are wild. Guilin is so beautiful, Mount Lushan is so handsome, Mount Tai is so respectable, and Mount Huangshan is so expensive---they have all become "home". After all, artificial carvings give artificial beauty, and this artificial beauty cannot be compared with the beauty of the mountains in Suoxiyu. The mountains in Suoxiyu are the beauty of nature and the beauty of "wildness". This kind of beauty is a breathtaking beauty; dozens of feet of broken cliffs rise from the ground, and half of the suspended boulders are swaying in the mountain wind, which makes people frightened when they look at the rocks. The "Line of Sky" and the "Baizhang Gorge" are so famous that they make people tremble with fear. This kind of beauty is a kind of majestic beauty; it is not a single peak, nor is it echoed by three or five peaks, but thousands of peaks and thousands of knives, such as the "Ten Mile Gallery" and the "West Sea Peak Forest", make people feel majestic and refreshing. This kind of beauty is a kind of beauty that follows one's will; it has no scruples and does not stick to any pattern; it reaches straight into the sky and dares to play with the white clouds; it blocks the green water and dares to make beautiful shadows; it is relatively dependent on each other, just like "passionate lovers", graceful and beautiful, It's like a "graceful female".
Water is wild. Suoxiyu is like a wild child jumping out of the mountains. Now he is running around the mountains, and now he is pouting his buttocks, getting angry and making trouble on his own. It was particularly fond of playing with Brother Shanlu; sometimes they were holding hands and walking side by side; sometimes they shoveled across and cut off the mountain road in the middle. Brother Shanlu was not very scared, so he asked Uncle Tree for help. Five big trees threw themselves on Suo Xi and stepped over Suo Xi. Brother Shanlu also asked for help from a stone. Soon the boulder was placed on the ground, and the mountain road turned into a dotted line, jumping through the water. There is a more clever way on the mountain road, which is to place a row of big pebbles on the river bed of my brother and plunge under him. This kind of "road" can also pass cars. We went to Huanglong Cave and crossed the Suo River. The Jiefang truck drove past this underwater pebble road. The car roared, the body shook, the water splashed, the pebbles bumped, and our hearts were pounding. .I have never walked such a "wild" road in my life!
Of course, the wild animals on the mountain are even more "wild". Those wild monkeys, large and small, probably have a special affection for us because they have the same ancestors as us humans. We came to the Wild Botanical Garden, where a large group of monkeys jumped among the branches, and their intimacy was indescribable. But when a group of young lesbians in our group passed under the tree, a little monkey actually peed in a mischievous manner, which scared the compatriot to scream and ran away in a hurry, but the naughty guy... But he screamed happily and jumped to another tree.
Walking among such mountains and rivers, we gradually become "wild".
The girl wearing glasses in the city munched cooked corn cobs while climbing; the elderly lady actually picked a beautiful mountain flower and put it in her gray hair; the old man who was over sixty years old, Jumping back and forth among the rocks, reliving old childhood dreams; encountering a mountain stream that suddenly crossed in front of them, a group of people all carried leather shoes and bags, stepping on the rocks, gritting their teeth step by step, from flat knees to waded through the water. . The river is filled with affection and affection, and the mountains are full of laughter. People all return to their original nature in this landscape. 7. Write a composition about someone’s wild nature
Just heard the sound of cooking? Am I so useless that I can't do something for my mother? "Mom, put it on the dish. From childhood to adulthood:" My child, I've cut this dish for you, you can take it and cook it! "After my mother heard this, she slowly turned around. My tears fell down like a broken chain. I brought it to my mother and said to her, ah. I often think in the room, why do I always have to rely on my mother? , touched my head and said to me: "Son, mom is not tired. I walked to the kitchen in three steps and two steps, and cut the vegetables wholeheartedly, but I was in trouble again, what should I do to help?" I stood at the door of the kitchen, standing blankly. After a while, I saw that there was only the last dish left, and I thought again, why don't I help my mother get the dishes? Thinking, can't you do something for your mother?
My mother praised me for growing up
Since I was a child, I have always stretched out my clothes and stretched out my hands. I thought: "I must help my mother. I wiped away my tears!" Listen! After saying this, my mother said, are you tired? "Mom turned around and smiled. I didn't give birth to you in vain!" Mom. We both wiped away our tears and hugged each other. At this time! Is mom cooking in the kitchen? I thought, ran into the kitchen and took a look. , I threw away my schoolbag casually: My mother cooks for me every day. Have I ever helped my mother? I looked at my mother and couldn't help shouting: "Mom, thank you for your hard work." ?
After school, I have been living a life of reaching out for clothes and opening my mouth for food. I often think in the room, my child is good, and I feel happy and excited. I already know it. You are an independent child, you can change your clothes and reach out, with tears in your eyes, you said happily, why do I have to rely on my mother all the time? When I said this, I felt happy and unknowingly said: "My child, when you grow up, you can help your mother cut and fetch vegetables. It seems that 8. The beginning of the 500-word composition about the wildness in my hometown is the center of the whole text. How about the composition about the wildness in my hometown? Write
The fields in my hometown are charming, beautiful, quiet, and...
In spring, the fields are green, like a piece of emerald, and like a piece of green When the ocean wind blows, the wheat will dance with the wind, like small green waves. The fields in spring will give people a feeling of vitality. Every morning, go to the fields and take a breath of fresh air. It will make you feel refreshed.
In summer, the wheat is ripe, the "emerald" turns into "gold", the green sea is gone, replaced by the golden sea and busy farmers in the fields. The fields in summer are hot, busy, and joyful. No matter how hot it is, it is a joy for farmers, because after a year of hard work, the wheat harvest is finally coming!
Autumn is here, and the fields are here. It's busy here, the corn is ripe, and the golden corn kernels are exposed, like gold. When the peanuts are ripe, peel off the outer shells, and you will see the fat "little babies". The farmers are busy harvesting the corn. , the children were not idle either, roasting sweet potatoes and roasting peanuts in the fields. Some of them couldn't make a fire and kept blowing on the firewood, but it didn't catch fire, but they turned into ashes.
In winter, the fields are quiet and monotonous, and they are white, like a white ocean. My sister said that the earth was too cold, so God covered her with a warm blanket. I smiled and said, Yes, the earth is too cold!
Some people say that when winter comes, spring is not far away.
Sure enough, in the past few months, spring has arrived, and the earth has returned to its vibrant appearance. In this way, the fields continue to change their appearance with the pace of the four seasons.
I love you, the fields of my hometown! 9. A 300-word composition about the wild life in my hometown
An elementary school composition describing my hometown: the park in my hometown. My home is in Pengzhong Township, where the scenery is beautiful and the air is exceptionally fresh. It is a lovely place.
Especially the park in front of our school. In spring, the grass pokes its green head out of Mother Earth's arms.
When blown by the wind, they look like drunken boys. There are many flowers planted next to the grass: jasmine, chrysanthemum, tuberose and so on.
The most beautiful of them all is tuberose. The leaves of tuberose are emerald green and shaped like a heart peach. If you don’t look carefully, you might think the leaves have holes! The newly grown flower buds of tuberose look like little peanuts, very cute! The little yellow flower gradually unfolded its smiling face.
The wind girl brushed the air with her fluttering sleeves, and the tuberoses swayed their soft bodies and danced with the wind. They were so beautiful and so natural! In summer, the leaves are green and dense, looking like a big green umbrella from a distance. Take an "umbrella" and stand out under the hot sun to provide us with shade.
Some children are playing chess below, and some are chasing and playing below... If it starts to drizzle, they can protect us from the wind and rain, like warriors protecting the entire garden. In autumn, the leaves turn yellow.
When blown by the wind, it looked like yellow butterflies flying in the air. Some fell into the river and turned into boats; some fell onto the grass, looking from a distance, like a golden carpet.
Many flowers have withered, only the chrysanthemums bloom so brightly. In winter, the branches of jade trees hang upside down by the water, forming a world of pink makeup and jade.
The river is quiet, as if it is also hibernating. Shh! Don't wake them__ I hope they have a sweet dream! The park in my hometown has pleasant scenery all year round. Please come to my hometown park when you have time! An elementary school essay describing my hometown. I have been to many beautiful places and seen many beautiful scenery, but the most memorable thing is my hometown, the place where I was born and raised. Its scenery fascinates me, no matter where I go. Wherever I go, I will always remember my hometown, that beautiful place.
My hometown has beautiful scenery, with a clear river. The river is covered with green grass, like a natural carpet spread around the transparent green glass. There is also a musical fountain installed in the river. , the water column will dance with the music, sometimes high, sometimes low, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, it's so beautiful! At night, cars of all sizes come and go on the wide road in an endless stream. When it gets dark and the nearby flowers and plants are no longer visible clearly, we will see flashes of light in the sky.
Those are fireflies floating in the night sky. They are like little lanterns that can only fly, so beautiful.
There are many specialties in my hometown! There are delicious and delicious loquats, sweet and crisp pears, sweet and green watermelons and round and sweet longans. My favorite is the round and sweet longans. Whenever these specialties are ripe, you will see huge crowds of people. The lively scene is really more lively than going to the market! My hometown not only has beautiful scenery, but also the people in my hometown are very hospitable. No matter where they come from, the people in my hometown will use the best things in their homes to entertain the guests. This is really a place with beautiful scenery and outstanding people. I love my hometown. That place where the heart cares.
My hometown is Houzui, a small village in Longji Town. My hometown has been changing in recent years.
Becoming more beautiful, richer and more developed. Listening to my mother talk about her life from childhood to now, I deeply felt the changes in my hometown.
At that time, there were low thatched houses and potholed dirt roads everywhere. At night, it was pitch black and you couldn’t see anything. The roads were full of potholes. If it rained, there would be houses full of people. Rain and mud on the road. If there is a lot of muddy water on the roadside, if you are walking on the roadside and a car drives over, the muddy water in the pit will splash all over you.
The rainwater from the roof will pour down, and if you are not careful, you will take a "cold bath" and become a veritable "drowned rat". Now, after many repairs, the bumpy dirt road has turned into a smooth and wide asphalt road.
The traffic in my hometown is changing rapidly, and the means of transportation are also changing. There was an endless stream of taxis that could stop with a wave of their hands, light and convenient motorcycles speeding along, and some even drove into cars, got on ships, and boarded planes.
The lives of people in my hometown have also undergone earth-shaking changes. In the past, every household lit dim kerosene lamps at night. It took a long time before they could taste the delicious taste of meat, and only in the New Year could they wear the long-awaited new clothes. clothing. Now every household's thatched cottage has been transformed into a spacious and bright building, equipped with electric lights and telephones.
Purchased high-end air conditioners, microwave ovens, washing machines, computers and other household facilities. Changed! Changed! Reform and opening up have made my hometown better and more beautiful.
Opening the door to the 21st century, we can see the prosperity everywhere and advanced technology step by step reaching the first corner of the world, allowing people to live a peaceful and happy life. An elementary school student's composition describing his hometown: Bamboo Forest in Hometown In my hometown, there is a lush bamboo forest.
There are many bamboos in the bamboo forest, densely packed. The bamboos in the bamboo forest vary in thickness. Some are as thick as the rim of a cup, while others are as thin as a penholder.
However, every bamboo is so green and tall. aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa The bamboo forest in the early morning is very quiet.
The entire bamboo forest was shrouded in mist, as if covered with a white veil. As the sun sets, the fog slowly dissipates.
Walking into the bamboo forest, you will find that the dewdrops on the bamboo leaves are so crystal clear and transparent under the sunlight. Miss Spring came with light steps, and the baby bamboo shoots were awakened by Miss Spring. When the spring rain came, it broke out of the ground.
The spring breeze blows away the layers of bamboo shoots, and it puts on a new green outfit, like an innocent and lively girl, standing gracefully in the spring light. In midsummer, it stretches out its long arms, shakes up a piece of rich green gauze, and dances in the wind, graceful and graceful.
Autumn has come unknowingly, and Granny Feng has brought golden osmanthus and silver chrysanthemums. The mountains are full of beautiful colors and blooming mountain flowers. As soon as you walk into the small bamboo forest, you will feel extremely fragrant. The bamboo leaves are in the air. Dancing gracefully is really beautiful.