In daily study, work or life, many people have had the experience of writing essays, are no strangers to essays, right, with the help of essays people can realize the purpose of cultural exchange. I believe that writing essays is a headache for many people, the following is my second year spring essay 5, just for reference, I hope it can help you.
初二春作文 篇1Broadening out of the cold winter, the green slowly rises.
She is blowing, she is departing, I am playing.
Frolic with the beautiful spring breeze, with the green.
Green spring love, gently spring color meaning. That is the arrival of spring.
The morning of the end of winter, a weekend, idle and nothing, to the wilderness. The end of winter in the north country is still less cold and stern. I squatted down to avoid the cold. The green - a little bit of slightly green grass, drilled into my eyeballs. That is how beautiful a life ah. I have long been tired of domesticated potted plants, free and rosy I caressed the tender grass buds with my fingers, the heart will flow through a romantic green, followed by the endless struggle with the cold and the freedom to flourish.
Set aside a piece of snow, but underneath the stars, exuding a faint spring seedling, I know, that is hope.
Two weeks later, I sat in the classroom, I can not afford to listen to the teacher's unintelligible knowledge, the heart is off track, open the door to the eyes, towards the classroom window in early spring: look at the new leaves on the tree should be for the buds to strike, tender, in the wind accompanied by the sound of the dance, the soft and tender willow branches, although not can be made into a village of the soil flute, I can still hear the music of spring. This is the teacher's shout to catch my heart back, I stood up, always let me so listen, my heart again in the standing out, out of the window did not have half a step, the teacher asked me a question, I really do not know the teacher's question, and stood up outdoors to go.
God help us, I am outside to get rid of the shackles of the window to see the spring, in the corridor, although not as good as the wilderness, but I can use my meticulous eyes to play with those spring green shoots and grass, to explore the spring of hope and knowledge.
By now, it can be said that the flowering branches, tender green from the birth. Outside the door, a spring breath with the wind, nose, and then refreshing, spring wind, spring leaves, spring flowers, spring grass, but also with some farming soil aroma. I also forgot the pressure of learning, intuition of my own people into the spring breath in the air swing floating.
This short enjoyment will be stored for a long time, she is also waiting, that the next year's new spring.
Spring is not a doll that just landed, not a little girl, not a robust young man, spring is spring, she is the most beautiful spring is incomparable, incomparable.
The recent failure of the examination, so that I am frustrated, but I firmly believe that: spring, this hope will accompany me to continue to frolic.
Playing spring, I am like, every spring I will come as scheduled, looking for hope and life and spring playful playful.
I like the vibrant spring, I like the fruitful autumn, I like the snowy winter, but I prefer the blazing summer.
Summer is hot. The sun is no longer as gentle as the spring, but high in the sky, like a big fireball, hot and dazzling, the earth is like being roasted, the whole city is like in the steamer, stifling heat. The trees were hot underground, the grass was hot on the ground, and the flowers in the garden were listless. The puppies spat out their tongues and panted, lying under the eaves of their houses. The fish in the river didn't dare to move on the surface of the water, they all swam to the bottom of the water to sleep. The robins in the trees screamed louder, as if to tell people, "Heat death! The first thing you need to do is to get the best out of it.
Summer is colorful. Wildflowers of all colors compete to open, red, white, purple, yellow, pink ...... bright and colorful, beautiful. Trees grow lush, dense layers, like a big umbrella, cover the hot sun, bring shade for people. On the turquoise grass, the tender grass closely crowded together, they hold hands, weaving a piece of soft carpet. People holding colorful umbrellas, like a "sun flower" blooming on the road. Children wearing colorful dresses, happy to play and laugh.
Summer is a season of change. It is still cool in the morning, but sweltering in the afternoon. A moment of clear skies, the sky cloudy; a moment of dark clouds, thunder, wind and rain. In the blink of an eye it will be windy and radiant again. Summer is like a naughty little doll, who can't guess what her next expression is.
Summer is hot, colorful and energetic. I love summer!
The weather is sometimes good and sometimes bad, occasionally clear skies, occasionally misty sky. In the morning, the sky outside the window was originally in a half-dreaming, half-awake hazy state. Suddenly, the sound of muffled thunder rang out, not long, the sound of the raindrops falling became clear. Then, the raindrops gradually evolved into curtains of rain, hanging down from the sky, rinsing the world.
Gray and cloudy world, the spring rain bloomed belongs to its gorgeous spectacular.
After the raindrops clamored one after another, the sky began to clear, and a beam of sunlight poked its head out, looking out at the wide world. In a short while, the sun was fully present in the sky, the window was golden, the sun shone on the small puddles on the ground, especially harsh!
Outside the window, the big trees have sprouted many new shoots, the original bare branches, with the accompaniment of young shoots, seem to be vibrant. The brown branches seem to wear a green dress, the layer of green skin, as moss, attracted me involuntarily up to observe.
In the new spring, everything is full of green. The original monotonous soil on the grass grew not dense ` grass, grass clusters flooded with stars of small wildflowers, embellished the entire lawn, the dark moss on the steps also faded into a pleasing green color.
A few days later, on a normal afternoon, I strolled on the promenade. By chance, I saw a few days ago that the buds of the sapling, this time and a lot of lush, bright green leaves have become longer, the color is also about a little deeper.
Spring is the season when everything thrives. And as middle school students, we should also be like the tree, make good use of the spring of life, thrive!
It is said that "a year's plan is in the spring, a day's plan is in the morning", if you do not work hard in the spring, then in the fall when the fruits, looking at the hard-working people's fruit, it will add to the sadness!
We are now in the spring of life, why not be a hard worker? Because, now hard work, than in the future to wake up when the regret is much stronger, do not have to wait until the fall of life to lament "young and strong do not try, the old man sad".
I love spring, from Bai Juyi's "a few early warblers scrambling to warm the trees, heaps of new swallows pecking the spring mud". Du Fu's "late sun rivers and mountains, spring breeze flowers and grasses," to Han Yu's "grass trees know that spring is not long to return, a hundred kinds of red Chai Dou Fangfei". The poems of the past and present form a harmonious symphony.
A few spring showers fell, as if everything just woke up from the long winter, stretching, showing a happy smile. Grass brother is still unintelligent, twisting waist can not wait to drill out of the soil, bathed in sunlight, appear extraordinarily tender green. They dance with the wind, enjoying the fun given to him by nature. On the hillside, in the garden, on the field, are their paradise. Only to see the grass originally sprinkled with winking "stars" - a wildflower colorful, dazzling. Wildflowers are simple, but the beauty of simplicity can also touch the soul, cultivate sentiment. In the orchard, peach blossoms and apricot blossoms are in full bloom. Pink peach blossom like a little girl's red face, quietly like a big girl; white apricot blossom quiet elegance, like pure white nymphs in the dance. Flowers in the yard, camellia girl wearing her big red wedding dress, waiting for the invitation of spring. Appreciation of flowers is really like a visual feast for the eyes. Close your eyes and smell the fragrance of the flowers, refreshing, penetrating the heart.
The rich fragrance of light attracted hard-working bees, they collected sweet nectar, brewing alone, the sweetest honey to human beings. A group of colorful butterflies play in the flowers, linger, the flowers will become their kingdom. "Blowing face is not cold willow wind," the spring rain salad blowing to the north and south of the Yangtze River, like a mother's hand caressing your face, mixed with the smell of the soil, the fragrance of the flowers, intoxicated people. Birds return to the north in the company of the spring breeze, in the embrace of flowers and grasses to build a nest, humming a murmuring little song, so happy. Spring rain, like cattle hair, like flower needle, moisturizing everything in nature, in the spring rain, grass is greener, flowers more colorful, animals more joyful.
The pond is as horizontal as a mirror. Frogs drums, ducks singing, geese screaming, like a rock music, resonating through the end of the world, really like the animal world "Beatles" band. Fish swim happily in the water, some in groups of three or five, some alone, playing happily, with the spring of the grace of happy growth.
The day is late, the field, rape flowers smile the most joyful. They can give their own sweet "milk". Just sown on the green shoots, but also echoed the sound of people's joyful labor and laughter, "Hey yo, hey yo" for the field more color.
"A year's plan is in the spring, a day's plan is in the morning", sowing the seeds of hope, hard work, the sweetness of the harvest will be speechless ......
Junior high school spring essay Part 5Four seasons of the year, I like the summer best, because summer is a colorful season, and it pleases my eyes.
Summer morning, the air is fresh and moist, suck a mouthful, there is a hint of sweetness and a little refreshing, bright sunshine bathing the earth, lush trees spirit of valiant, green grass stretched out the slender body to the passers-by waving, colorful flowers smile so affable, the petals of the dewdrops on the crystal clear, as if a happy child rolled to and fro. Morning exercise people gathered in the square, some with the beautiful music square dance, some with the tai chi that melodious, harmonious music doing soft, slow, light boxing, some music lovers practicing singing, playing erhu, playing the flute ...... Birds flying around over the square, "chirping " chirping as if singing joyfully about the beginning of the day.
At noon in summer, the sun is not stingy to release enthusiasm, as if all the heat to the earth, gray and black asphalt road was sun hot sweat, people walk on it like stepping on a sponge. Roadside trees are motionless, listless, the leaves beat up the circle, birds also hide in the branches and leaves under the cool, know in the trees "know" called, the sound is low and slow, breathless. The dragonflies just fly close to the shade of the trees, as if afraid of the sunshine to burn their wings. The old people sat under the shade of the trees, sweating and fanning themselves. Puppies lying in the shade, panting and sticking out their red tongues, salivating.
In the evening of summer, the burning clouds come up, the earth is the afterglow of the setting sun a thin veil, everything around is like a yellowed photo, a different flavor. Fiery clouds have many colors, there are purple, yellow, gold, they become pink, blue, dazzling. Fiery clouds have strange patterns: there is a crocodile in the pond with its head poking out, and it is eyeing a fierce lion, which has a proud temperament, as if it is the king of the world in general. The naive piglet came, the clumsy bear ran, the lively and lovely bunny scampered out of the woods ...... unconsciously the burning clouds go down, that beautiful scenery is gone. The colorful sky is also gone, the sky is gradually darkened.
Summer is really a colorful season, I love summer.
Summer is a colorful season.