Introduction: Spring flowers are the most energetic, spring flowers are the most beautiful, and spring flowers are the beginning of one generation after another. The following is a composition about spring in the first grade of junior high school compiled by me. Welcome to read! Chapter 1: A composition about spring for the first grade of junior high school
Spring is here, spring is here, look at the warm spring breeze, as gentle as a mother's hand stroking you, saying goodbye to winter! You see, the spring breeze took away the ice slag in the valley, blew away the icicles under the eaves, pushed the ice cubes in the stream into the river bottom, and also sent away the beautiful crystal snowflakes. Look, The gentle wind welcomes the birds back, wakes up the hibernating animals, and gives the earth a new carpet! Look, where the wind blows, the grass and wild flowers have revived, and they have emerged from the soil one by one. This scene reminds me of the poem "Wildfire never burns out, but spring breeze blows and grows again"! Now that we have introduced the wind, let’s introduce the spring rain.
The continuous sound of "Xilingling" rain sounded in my ears, as if it was singing to me. I don't know why my depressed mood gradually disappeared. I squatted in front of the window and watched the raindrops like broken pearls entering the soil. As I looked at it, I discovered that there were newly sprouted buds on the soil. The green buds were as bright and crystal clear as an emerald. This is really "good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisturizing things." Silently. "The spring rain is still falling on the stone bridge and on the path, letting the earth feel its gentleness and selflessness. This rain seems to be a sign of the beginning of spring. This rain seems to be the most selfless thing among all things. This rain seems to be a cheerful melody. This rain seems to be... The introduction of rain is over and I will introduce it - Chapter 2: About the first grade of junior high school Composition of Spring
The green light of hope has emerged enthusiastically. The green is a touch of light green, a touch of fresh green, a touch of breathtaking green. The clouds and fog are pushed away, and it suddenly becomes clear. This spring, this hope!
——Inscription
Opening my eyes, a new morning is coming again, and a smile appears in front of my eyes. In the spring morning, I am about to leave home and go to school. When I opened the door, a breath of new air rushed into my face. I took a deep breath, and a smile always appeared on my face...
Riding a bicycle, admiring the rare beauty of spring: My family lives in a reservoir Next to it, it can be said to be "next to mountains and rivers", which will certainly be more beautiful. Looking from a distance, the lush trees suddenly came into view. The water in the reservoir was rippling with a little green, which was simply mesmerizing to watch. Suddenly, my mind changed and I realized that I was going to be late for school, so I rode my bicycle faster and rushed to school quickly.
Finished the turn and crossed the street... "Ding Lingling..." The bell on the bicycle kept ringing. The familiar road has become a little strange in this spring. Suddenly, after a turn, we reached Third Street, and we saw a patch of new green before our eyes: many trees were planted on both sides, and under the call of spring, green leaves grew, becoming that touch of fresh green! Walking on such a tree-lined road, I couldn't help but feel comfortable. The sun had risen and shone on this green ocean, turning into bits of brilliant gold, refracted from the leaves, sometimes beating, and more. Beautiful and moving scenery! I couldn't help but admire.
Feeling that the differential has passed, the willow leaves will not be outdone, leaving behind their young "children" - the white catkins, falling from the sky like fluff, this beautiful world is made up of This little bit of white light seemed to add some romance...
In a trance, colorful butterflies seemed to fly past my eyes, igniting the light of hope in my heart. It suddenly dawned on me that this spring, the green spring, not only brings beauty to people, but also brings us a more important thing - hope! Chapter 3: A composition about spring in the first grade of junior high school
"My clothes are wet with the rain of apricot flowers, and the wind from the willows is not cold on my face."
——Seng Zhinan's "Quequatrains"
Since I came into this world, I have been counting the past fifteen years. After fifteen years of spring and autumn, I have seen the beautiful scenery in the world, and I still recall the grand scene of "Spring River with Flowers and Moonlight Night".
"The light rain on the sky street is as moist as crisp, and the color of grass looks far away but is not there." The rain began to patter underground. The light breeze sighed softly, and the faint green swayed with it, stretching their slender branches. Waist. "Sneak into the night with the wind, moistening things silently." Look, the spring rain came quietly. The thick night is intertwined with dense raindrops, and the wind dances in the night sky. Standing in front of the window, watching the rain hitting the duckweeds, flowers and leaves, and watching the beauty falling from the sky.
The fragmented mist and rain are floating, and the ink floating in the water town is floating. The breath of spring is like the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and it is the woman who came out of the water town - the charm is sad.
I will walk alone in the continuous spring rain, to feel the breath of spring, to waste the confused time, to see the floating clouds, to dance with the thin raindrops
Occasionally, I also like to overlook the gorgeous scenery from a high place: large clumps of green spread out beautifully in the sun, and a faint mist envelops this ink painting-like scenery. Deep, shallow, clear, dim.
Clarity and darkness are constantly intertwined, mixed, weaving and blooming to create their own unique beauty. It belongs to spring and is the color of spring.
I like a poem, "The rain is blowing and the wind is blowing at the end of March, the door is blocked at dusk, and there is no way to stay in the spring." When I hear this poem, I always think of the misty rainy and lush spring scene in the south of the Yangtze River. Why not? In the following winter, the clouds are light and the wind is light, and the orioles are singing and the swallows are dancing; the rain in the south of the Yangtze River is thin, and the warm breeze is blowing on the face; the rice fields in the water town are turning green, and the cauliflowers are all yellow; or the shepherd boys in the late hometown are playing the piccolo, and the fishermen are singing late!
Plant a spring grass, pick a spring flower, collect a drop of spring dew, collect a ray of spring breeze, let yourself be wantonly confused in this spring-filled world, and be surrounded by such a hazy atmosphere! Spring comes unknowingly and goes away unknowingly. I am willing to follow the footsteps of spring as it comes and goes away.
"When I come back, I smile and smell the plum blossoms. Spring is already here on the branches." There is only a branch of wintersweet, and I can smell its fragrance carefully. That is the last wintersweet in winter. It stands with me at the end of winter and the beginning of spring, watching the arrival of spring.
Wang Wei's "Birds Singing in the Stream" says, "The moonrise scares the mountains and birds sing in the spring stream."
Yan Jidao's "Linjiang Immortal" says, " The flower-falling man is monologue, and the swift-flying swallows are flying together.
Spring is here, please look at the colors of spring.
If I don’t pity you, who can pity you? Chapter 4: A composition about spring in the first grade of junior high school
In March, the weather is sunny, the sky is cloudless, and it is very harmonious and warm. In order to experience the joy brought by spring, my father and I drove to the countryside, where we wanted to experience the beautiful pastoral spring scenery.
As soon as I got out of the car, I was greeted by the fragrance of earth, and the spring breeze blew by, gently blowing the grass that had just sprouted. All things were awakened by the spring breeze, and I also felt something unprecedented of comfort. Directly in front of me was a winding path stretching into the distance. I walked forward along the path, and what appeared in front of me was a large field of rapeseed flowers. The flowers were golden and shining like gold. It was really March. The sun is calling all things, and the rapeseed flowers are blooming like gold! At this time, I found that there seemed to be white clouds surrounding the foot of the mountain in the distance. I took a closer look, oh! It turned out to be a family cooking! The wisps of smoke Like white clouds, slowly and gradually rising into the sky, surrounding the top of the mountain, the mountainside, the woods...
At this moment, I suddenly discovered a winding stream flowing on the east side of the mountain. The stream was crystal clear, and it reflected the tender grass and small trees around me on myself! I Looking at this beautiful scenery, I thought in my heart: "Spring is so beautiful!" After thinking about it, I wrote a poem like this:
The clear sky in March is blue,
The mountain peaks Already covered with green sparse forest.
If the tender grass has not been unearthed,
All it takes is the spring breeze to wake it up.
Spring is the beginning of the year. We should be like grass and thrive in this spring! Chapter 5: A composition about spring in the first grade of junior high school
Looking forward to it, looking forward to it , the east wind is coming, and the footsteps of spring are approaching.
The April breeze is filled with enthusiasm and laughter. Wander in the soft sunshine of spring, watch the flowers bloom and listen to the singing of birds. Walk into the picturesque and beautiful scroll and go on a date in spring.
On the roadside, green is the poem of spring. The sprouting new green quietly pokes out of the soil, climbs up the branches, and spreads along the lingering spring paths. Occasionally a few flowers and butterflies make this green variety and fresh. . . . . .
On the streets, girls are the message of spring. Take off the redundant gown and thick boots, and put on various clothes and long skirts. Girls, a touch of red on their cheeks, a glimpse of green in their eyes, or a hint of blue on their necks all convey the message of spring.
In the fields, spring is what old farmers look forward to. A dark face with a naive smile, wearing a straw hat, half-covering his face, raised a hoe, one by one, painting the fragrance of spring in the field.
There was a deep muffled sound in the distance, it was the old cow singing for spring. The bare feet of the children on the field ridge are like industrious little bees, going back and forth to the fertilizer pile and the field, carrying it with their hands, shoulders, and shovels, and there are buckets and piles, exuding pungent farm food. The smell of fat becomes smaller and smaller, spreading over every corner of the soil.
Square, children are the messengers of spring. Running, noisy, kites flying in our hands, the sky allows us to fly our dreams. The light steps and the smile on the mouth tell the story of spring one by one. The younger brothers and sisters raised their heads to face the spring sun. Their gazes seemed like spring breeze blowing into our hearts. There was a little anxiety in their eyes, which seemed to exaggerate everyone's mood and become active. When it was time to set off, the teacher was not as serious as usual and started playing as carefree as a child. Laughter shuttled across the square and flew into the sky.
Every household in the city and countryside, old and young, came out one by one, as if they were rushing to go. Rejuvenate your muscles and bones, rouse yourself, and each do his or her own thing. "A year's plan lies in spring." At the beginning, there is plenty of time and plenty of hope. Spring is like a baby that just landed, it is new from head to toe and it is growing.
Spring is like a little girl, full of flowers, smiling and walking. Spring is like a strong young man, with iron-like arms, waist and feet. He leads us forward. Chapter 6: A composition about spring on the first day of the new year
All things welcome spring and ignite the fire of life. In March of spring, swallows carry mud in their mouths. Spring is the starting point of the four seasons, and our youth is in the season of spring.
After spring, summer comes. Our youth is just like spring. We are in the period of youth. It is like spring, beautiful but short-lived. Spring in my mind is the starting point, and our youth is also the starting point. Youth is the most beautiful period in our lives. During this period, we can look back on the past and look forward to the future. The flowering season of youth is rare. It is as beautiful and short-lived as spring, but it does not have a comeback like spring.
Look! Willow branches are sprouting, new poplars are swaying, grass heads are raised, flowers are smiling, fish are swimming at the bottom, fine sand is floating and sinking, and ospreys are soaring. Aren’t these the beauty of spring? think! The golden period of intellectual development, the transition period to adulthood, and the best period of determination. Without the worries of adults, we say goodbye to the ignorance of childhood; without the care of adults, we erase the leisure of childhood. Aren’t these the beauties of youth?
The spring in my mind is a starting point; the spring in my mind is a beautiful and short season; the spring in my mind is youth; the spring in my mind awakens all things and then quietly Gone, just like youth, the foundation is laid and then flies away. Because spring can be replaced alternately and can come back after it disappears, but our youth cannot. Once it disappears, it will be buried under the soil forever, so we should recall the beauty of spring and turn it into the power of youth.
For the success of our career and the rejuvenation of our motherland, we must lay a solid foundation for our youth and create a more beautiful world for our youth.
If spring is a poem, then youth is the rhythm; if spring is a book, then youth is the attraction of the book; if spring is a song, then youth is a piece of music.
The spring in my heart is the starting point of youth.
The spring in my heart is the eternal driving force of youth.
The spring in my heart is beautiful and upward, and youth should also be positive.
Reading in youth is like walking towards the rising sun. We must turn the spring in our hearts into a symbol of youth and let youth shine brightly! Chapter 7: A composition about spring on the first day of the new year
Spring is the season when all things revive; spring is the season of vitality. However, few people will understand spring carefully.
Painters use paintings to understand spring
Painters use the brushes in their hands to paint spring and understand spring. Some of their paintings are full of spring, and some are slightly chilly. , some only point out a faint green in the ice and snow, and their understanding of spring is completely different.
The spring-filled paintings understand the beauty of spring and praise spring. The slightly chilly paintings understand that spring is like a brave man, driving away the cold and discord for mankind, bringing Warmth and harmony. There is a chill in the ice and snow, and it seems to be complaining about the slowness of spring. This is spring as the painter understands it.
Writers, use articles to explain spring
Writers, the scenes they write are all different. Zhu Ziqing’s "Spring" said, "Everything is like waking up from sleep, happily , I opened my eyes. The mountains became moister, the water rose, and the sun’s face became red.” Spring is like a creator who revives everything in the world. Finally, spring is compared to a baby that has just landed, a girl in full bloom, and a strong young man.
A doll is like a beginning. With a good beginning, everything will go smoothly; a girl is like a beauty. Only when she is beautiful can everything be happy; a young man is like a leader. Only when you have a leader can you have a goal. .
I, interpret spring with my heart
Painters, interpret spring with paintings, writers, interpret spring with articles. And I, an ordinary student, have the heart to understand the extraordinary spring. Looking up at the sky, black arcs flowed through. Oh, it's a swallow; looking down at the earth, it's green. Oh, it's grass. Looking into the distance, I saw the figure of spring. It also left behind grass, swallows, and of course, life.
Anyway, Jie Chun is illogical, but it can still make the beautiful eyebrows frown, locking in a touch of sadness. Chapter 8: A composition about spring in the first grade of junior high school
On a sunny day, I went for an outing alone in the countryside, looking for the traces of spring. Here, I heard the footsteps of spring. The swallows are whispering, the wild geese are flying across the blue sky, and the gurgling water brings the message of spring. A touch of fresh green slipped out of nowhere, and then, as if promised, the trees sprouted new buds, wheat seedlings covered the fields, and the attractive green was everywhere.
Look at the fields, the moist soil exudes the breath of spring. The wheat seedlings that have been sleeping for several months in winter appear to be particularly energetic, and the green wheat seedlings show a vibrant scene. Mother Earth's milk selflessly nurtures the wheat seedlings that have just sprouted.
Ah! Hello spring, I found you in the fields.
Spring is in the pool. Walking along the diversion canal, a small pool appears in front of you. Fish and shrimps swim freely in the water, and the faint croaking of frogs is occasionally heard. The frogs who got up early seemed to be cheering: "Spring is here! Spring is here!" Walking by the pond, I heard the rustle of the willow girl combing her hair. "Ah, this hair is too long." The willow tree girl invited the little swallow, and it used its scissor-like tail to give the willow tree girl a haircut. This time, the willow tree girl became even more beautiful, and she shyly let her hair fall to the ground amidst everyone's admiration. The little bird stood on the willow tree, and when it got happy, it sang a crisp and sweet tune. The warm spring light blew on the small river, and the river was suddenly moved by a pleasant and melodious flute sound. Looking around, a group of naughty children were playing The stems of weeping willows are used to make willow flutes! They blew out the happiness and joy in their hearts.
I learned about spring by the lakeside.
In the bleak and monotonous winter, we are always looking forward to spring. I hope that her grass will grow with orioles flying, and the silk ribbons will flutter the embankments. I hope that her thousands of trees and flowers will ripple on the blue waves. I hope that her orchids and cypresses will moisten things like crispy things. I hope that her spring garden will be full of flowers, and the fall of red will be like rain.
Now, spring has arrived. Spring is the most beautiful season of the year. Throughout the ages, people have used almost all beautiful words and poems to describe and praise spring. Spring brings vitality and hope to people.
Spring, warms the heart and spleen, "My clothes are wet with the rain of apricot blossoms, and the wind from the willows is not cold on my face."
Spring is fleeting, "The flowers in the forest wither in spring." "Red, it's too hasty." So "there are flowers that can be folded, but don't wait until the flowers fall."
Spring is cool and moist, "The light rain on the sky street is as moist as a crisp, but the color of the grass looks far away but close up." None."