In study, work or life, many people have had the experience of writing essays, essays are no stranger to it, essays must be done to focus on the theme, around the same theme for in-depth elaboration, avoid pulling things out of the east and west, lax or even no theme of the theme. So you know how to write a good essay? The following is my collection of junior writing composition, only for reference, we take a look at it.
junior write the scene of the composition 1Another rainy afternoon. Originally still showing a smiling face of the heavens as if joking with us, suddenly changed its face. The front foot just entered the door of the house, soybean-sized raindrops replaced the deafening thunder. While celebrating, savoring this charming rain scene is what I want to do most at this moment.
People often say: "Spring rain is as moist as crisp." However, few people praise the fall rain. Yes, the autumn rain is sometimes not people like. As some farmers, that heavy rain will make the crops break. But I think that only after the storm will there be rainbows; never give up will there be achievements; crops will only be more popular if they have been tempered by storms. People are the same, only through a thousand difficulties, a thousand kinds of training, only in the road of life will be better than others.
My thoughts returned to reality with the sound of the crashing rain. Only to see the rain and fog outside the window, 50 meters away from the tall building appeared vaguely in the fluttering rain and fog. At this moment, this scene, beautiful, can not help but remind me of Tao Qian's "Peach Blossom Garden" depicted in the fairyland. If it is not the vague appearance of tall buildings in the constant reminder of this is modern, I am afraid I would have thought that this is a dream rather than reality.
Watching this beaded curtain constructed by water droplets gradually disappeared, my heart actually produced a kind of sad emotion. Is it not infected by the water droplets dropping and never coming back? Yes, what a pity, why everything in the world has to go through metabolism? No matter how beautiful the flowers, it is always going to fade; no matter how strong the grass, it is always going to wither; no matter how mesmerizing the rain, it is always going to disappear; no matter how beautiful the time is, it is always going to pass away. But to put it in another way, the flowers are thankful, but also will grow a more beautiful; grass withered, but also will grow a stronger; rain scene disappears, there will also be countless field; but, "time is gone", the time that has passed, how can we expect it to come back?
Junior composition 2Chirp! Chirp! Chirp! The birds on the branches of the trees are whispering over there, discussing the arrival of "new visitors"! That's right. Welcome to the warmth of "Spring". New visitors. "Spring" always brings "birdsong". Green flowers are blooming everywhere. Feel free to look up, full of colorful flowers, the air filled with the smell of happiness.
With my footsteps, unknowingly arrived at the Guanyin Mountain good place to enjoy the flowers, looked up and saw that a piece of the mountains and valleys covered with "sea of flowers". My family and I chose a place with a good view to sit down and enjoy the flowers. Not only could we see the mountain arbors slowly passing in front of us, but we could also "accompany" the cherry blossoms. In the breeze, the cherry blossom dancers danced a beautiful "waltz" on the stage. The corners of the viewer's mouth suddenly rise slightly, accompanied by a sweet smile and the fragrance of the flowers. Even the usual nervous tension has become much more relaxed, and the viewers of the flowers also because of the cherry blossoms, face full of smiles, warm each other, like long-lost friends together to enjoy the blooming flowers.
The breeze gently swept past me again, and one, two, three, tired petals fell. Their beautiful dance kept me mesmerized, attracting me like magic, wanting to dance with it ****. It turned out to be such a fun thing to enjoy flowers!
"I woke up happy on a spring morning, with birds singing all around me; but now I think of that night, that storm, and I wonder how many flowers were broken?" This is indeed a good poem. The ancients knew the beauty of spring. They enjoyed the washing of the "world of flowers" in the embrace of spring. I feel. I have been quietly lost in the "drunken spring flowers", fell in love with the spring flowers.
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Hey, who put the green clothes on the earth? Oh, it is a gentle and careful spring girl!
The arrival of Miss Spring brought great changes to the earth - flowers put on colorful shawls; grass put on conspicuous hats; willow trees put on a beautiful green dress. The arrival of spring, make the earth vibrant, full of green birds and flowers.
Often because of listening to spring jokes, see the flowers open, smiling through the window; grass in the spring care alive, showing a sweet smile; willow in the spring accompanied by the accompaniment of the girl twisted her slender waist; Xiao Xi heard the spring girl's "heavenly music", thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud following her. The pedestrians on the road are very happy to see this scene.
The charm of the spring girl lies not only in her beauty, but also in her gentle character, which is unique among all the girls - people have been out of the countryside, not only to see the beautiful scenery, but also to enjoy the spring to give us the happiness of the family!
Last weekend, my parents accompanied me to Lingwu Cave, the ninth cave in the world, under my persuasion. When you come to Lingwu Cave, you will see a large area of peach blossoms. We casually sat on the lawn and took out snacks to eat there. The peach blossoms on the trees are all very beautiful and lovely! Under the caress of the spring breeze, the peach blossoms fell down one after another, fluttering in the air, and finally falling gently into the arms of the grass brothers. I picked up a peach blossom and took a closer look. Her pink smile filled me with happiness...
Ah, this is the gift of spring!
Junior Writing Composition 4The wind, blowing through the seasons of the year, brings different colors and different feelings.
The spring breeze stirs up the silk willow, whisking across the quiet lake, blowing across people's faces, blowing across the entire spring, bringing an abundant spring, in that piece of the vast sea of the heart get up a burst of small waves. In this season, more willing to run with the wind, feeling the breath of spring. Spring breeze, sketched out a picturesque spring.
Summer wind, although stifled by the scorching sun, blowing but a season, but the wind of early summer, is so real in the memory of summer. The hot sun, is the representative of summer; leaves, in this season, more and more intense; flowers, in this season, more and more blooming; earth, in this season, more and more burning. The sun is undoubtedly the test of everything, and the wind of early summer is also strong. Xu heard the call of all things, in the constant battle with the sun, joint flowers cover the sun, bring a moment of cool, bring the feeling of early summer cool.
In the fall, gusts of autumn wind mixed with the faint fragrance of osmanthus, refreshing, adding a sense of elegance to the city. Listen to the autumn wind, see the wind and clouds, suddenly feel that life seems to slow down some of the pace of progress; yellow leaves in the wind scattered, and finally arrived at the ground, spread into a thick layer, is so beautiful. Autumn wind, on the farmland blew the joy.
The winter wind is mixed with the cold, seems to be a needle, piercing into the bones of people, raging in the depression, seems to blow away the human heart. But as long as the heart is not cold, the body will not be cold. The cold of winter is only superficial, even if it blows into the heart, a strong wall of the heart can ward off the cold.
Spring breeze, that gentle; early summer wind, that strong; fall wind, that elegant; winter wind, that cold. Bring people so distinctive four seasons.
Out of nowhere, the wind has accompanied us through the four seasons, people and things seem to have gradually changed, but the wind even though it is ever-changing, but so true to the heart.
A round of moon, a few floating clouds and a great black sky, countless flickering lights and shadows under the lights, that is the night. The night is as usual, but it always gives me a little different feeling.
The night after the evening, there is light, even if the sunset, the weak light is not tired to shoot in all directions. People stand in it, the light shines on the tall buildings, shines on the people above, the shadow is sometimes strong, sometimes weak, sometimes present, sometimes absent, wandering nowhere, always feel miserable. The late wind finally blew across my face, especially refreshing. Look at the vicissitudes of the old tree helplessly let go of the fallen leaves, looking at the wind blowing the leaves run, blowing to the feet, want to pick up but not in the heart, only to feel the distant air by bright light, is the moon?
Street walk to the end to come, a round of the moon, a seat of the open land, just the night, the sun does not appear only the moonlight slightly irradiated grass, trees, and that lonely hard to endure the land. The moon in the night is really beautiful, is in the shape of a boat tooth, like a beauty in the night, the side of the floating clouds like a companion girl like dancing, look, that night is sometimes round and sometimes missing, sometimes playful, sometimes crying. At that moment, the place where I stood opened a dazzling light, the light is the night brake guest, thoughts were disrupted by this uninvited guest. Just because I like to see the moon play the feeling of the black sky, like to see the wind blowing grass and leaves moving interest, so escape ＇＇＇＇＇＇
Stayed up to the zero morning night, lonely, a little sound, dazzling lights disappeared left the roadside lights, quite a feeling, the clouds can not withstand the loneliness of the night to avoid. Looked to the black sky of the great infinity, especially as black silk, spread over us, this time the night seems more bleak! Street lamps are the only lighted, a few clusters of rolling under the foot is paper, affecting the completeness of the night, perhaps it is not perfect, only regret, is the time that the night is still, on both sides of the store has long been closed, many of the wilderness, the shadow or fallen leaves on the darkness silently waiting for the light.
Junior writing composition 6Into the night, in front of the window sill. I lie quietly in bed, breathing the cool breeze, thinking about what ......
Outside the window is falling rain, rain with a hidden thunder. The leisurely sound of the rain brought me back to the small village of the tile house. Yesterday's years are swirling in the lake of my heart again. I look for the little doll riding on the back of the cow, looking for the backpack back home from school school students, looking for the chase flower butterflies, dragonflies, teenagers ...... looking for that innocent and flawless childhood.
At night, the roots of the silver wire washed the earth, the rain moisturized the sycamore in his hometown, moisturizing the small vegetable garden in front of the house. A large dark cloud piled up on the distant fields, pouring down rain rinsed and baptized the countryside that I do not know how many times I walked the path, muddy. The weeds along the roadside also bowed their heads, acquiescing to the baptism of the autumn rain, although the rain dropped the temperature, some cold.
Tonight's rain moisturizes the crops in the fields, the fish and shrimp in the pond. I thought I saw my grandfather's smiling face, as if I heard the neighbors' light footsteps, the harvest season, ushering in the baptism before the harvest.
The village of the past has long been gone, leaving only the fields a piece of the residual ruins, the traces of the demolition of the past.
The prosperity of the past has quietly passed away, the autumn rain moisturizes the soil, the fragrance of the nose. Raindrops hit the yellowed leaves, slowly descending years, a stream of had youth, in that moment, withered ...... less people's laughter, less the four seasons of the birds and flowers, the land it is still baptized by the autumn rain, exudes a strong . Thoughts.
A drop of rain, hit my face, cool. I look at the silver wire, my messy thoughts, I close my eyes and quietly listen to the clamor of the autumn rain, so wonderful, so clear ......
Tonight's rain, gentle fall, cool, sweet.
Junior writing composition 7Day by day, the years gently across our cheeks, the cycle of seasons, dreamy autumn came to us, take us together to listen to the song of autumn! Go to see the painting of autumn!
Autumn is a song different from the other seasons, from ancient times to the present how many writers and artists are in various languages, characters sing the hymn of autumn, listen, the song is the autumn phoenix whisked through the branches of the leaves floating down the rustle, is a continuous autumn rain pouncing pouncing on the landing of the impact of the sound of the autumn birds chirping chirping screams, is the rice paddies in the harvester buzzing galloping roar, is the farmers celebrating a good harvest huh! Laughter, is the south of the flock of geese quacking honk, is the ripe fruit bla bla landing sound. Autumn, has been in its own unique way for us to sing the song of autumn, that song ripples in every corner of the fall, echoing in our hearts, become the memory of autumn in our hearts.
Autumn is a poetic picture, do not think that autumn is only in the painter's pen to have so rich colors! In fact, autumn itself is a picture of poetry when we are accustomed to feel the heart of autumn, jump into our eyes will be beautiful, look, the sky is a beautiful high clouds pale pale dome; colorful hillock is also a beautiful, melons and fruits, fruitful orchard has its own flavor, thriving, grains of farmland also has its interest, a fallen leaf, a withered grass, a fruit, a harvest face we can find the beauty of autumn, is the beauty of the painter's pen, not to think that autumn is only in the painter's pen to have so rich in color! Can find the beauty of autumn, is the autumn
This painter all the time for us to draw this picture scrolls such as poetry, so that I am lost in the autumn season, sighing this fairy tale-like autumn!
Autumn is like a song like a painting, we need to listen with our hearts, with our hearts to feel, when we open the window of proximity to nature, into the fall, you will hear the fall for you to sing the song, for you to paint the painting.
I like the rainy spring, sunny summer, colorful fall, but my favorite is still the winter of a thousand snowflakes.
You see, the white snow fluttering down from the air, and dancing in the air, to the vast expanse of land covered with a layer of white veil, beautiful. After the snow, the sky is blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue. The air has also become fresh, the whole world as if washed, let a person bright.
In the winter, the most interesting thing is to catch the birds, first take a basket, a rope, a few corn kernels, the first rope tied to the basket, people far away from the other end of the rope, when the birds in the basket in the center of the food, as long as a gently pull the rope, the birds will be closed in the basket.
Children in the winter also like to pile snowman, a small red face in the cold wind show smile, not long, a lifelike snowman was born in their hands, the snowman is white, the eyes are made of black charcoal, the mouth is made of carrots, and even more original, to the snowman with a scarf, and wore a hat. Probably afraid of the snowman cold! What a lovely childish ah!
Winter has pure colors, winter has interesting games, winter has priceless joy, winter has our smile.
Ah! I love winter!
Junior Writing Composition 9Today, we came to Yuhang Xiushan Dimei to start the strawberry picking trip.
We came to the farm, played games for a while, and then went to have lunch. After eating delicious farm food, we finally picked strawberries. Auntie chose a shed full of strawberries for us and we went in. The strawberries were very red. I picked a strawberry that was "all red". It tasted warm, a little sour, a little sweet, and delicious. We girls chose the red ones; the boys with the weirdest tastes chose the half-red, half-green ones like "Big Macs" and "Poison Strawberries", while others chose variations: "Twins", "Teeth", and "Duals", which were very tasty. "Teeth" is a bit scary. Although some strawberries are "popular all over", they are not sweet at all. After layers of experiments, we came to the conclusion that strawberries should be white on the head and red on the body in order to be tasty; and red all over the body is not necessarily tasty. We jumped around the aisles. As soon as someone said the strawberries here were red, we immediately went over. If someone said that the strawberry there was bigger, we rushed over there again, because everyone likes strawberries. We named the strawberries "Giant", "Red of the Year", "Biggest of the Year" and other honors, and then they were swallowed by their respective owners. Haha, for those who chose "poisonous strawberries", you're in deep shit. Half green, half red strawberries must taste different. We even brought some bags in napkins for the moms outside to try. We ended up with sugar cane, which was also delicious.
This strawberry picking activity is over. Strawberries are sweet in your mouth, beautiful in your heart, and beautiful in your memory.
Standing next to the window, looking out of the window at the fine rain drifting figure, randomly flitting thoughts as if the sky that silver clouds, gather together, and drift away, in the bottom of the heart precipitated into a strange feeling.
The dusk of a different place, the world of falling sorrow for the rain, more people with infinite thoughts, stormy days, how many vicissitudes of the story of change, have been loaded into the circle that tells the infinite sadness and joy of the wheel of the year.
Hiding in the indoor side of the clear sky, all the thoughts all sense of rain watching mentality, opposite the dormitory yellow lights, through a light song and dance world. The light music low soft melody, clip silk fine rain drifting into the eardrums, and my side of the silent airspace, since the roommates one after another to find their girlfriends, no longer find a bit of aura ......
Back to look around the room of the clean, but only the footsteps of the time in a hurry. The summer full of passionate mind, shrinking in the corner of the autumn moon dreary, surrounded by dust. I think of Lin Daiyu burying flowers in a scene of infatuation, that melancholy and sentimental little girl to "I now bury flowers people laugh at stupid, other years burying Nong know who is." How many people's hearts have been broken by the mournful "words for the burial of flowers"? Yes, I do not love their own lives, the seasons in the rut, there is no seasonal turnover is so easy, more or less need to pay.
The night a little thicker, the interest of the rain has not been reduced at all, it is said that romance is not guilty, but when will I have the courage to rush into the layers of rain and fog, taste the pain of the drenching of the pleasure? Maybe I should face this scene and sing, or fill in a meaningful poem, but my throat is rusty, I can not make a sound.
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There are four seasons in a year: spring, the season of recovery, summer, the season of laughter and play water, fall, the season of harvest, winter, the season of the dying of everything. Each of these seasons has its own characteristics, and my favorite season is summer.
Summer is the season for laughing and playing in the water, yes, the season for laughing and playing in the water. In summer, we can swim cheekily.
Summer is not compared with other seasons, but the most beautiful of the four seasons. Some people say that heat is nothing, which can reflect the beauty of summer. In summer, we can eat ice cream and swim. By the way, let's talk about swimming. How can we live in summer without swimming? Swimming is a great way to cool down in the summer. And ice cream. It makes our souls beautiful.
Have you ever seen the beauty after the rain? The rain is only temporary. After a heavy rain, the air is fresh. What's more, the water vapor in the air and the sunlight want to reflect the rainbow after the rain.
Very beautiful, one color, two colors, three colors. There are seven colors, extremely beautiful. The night sky in summer is the most beautiful, especially in the sunny night, the breeze blows, very cool. And the night sky, the sky stars twinkle. I can't help facing such a scenery. But it's okay. One star, two stars, three stars, four stars, five stars. When you reach 100 stars, it's hard not to fall asleep. It's the safest place to sleep in the summer. But there's still a downside to summer. There are too many mosquitoes, but we have mosquito coils, but there are also leaky mosquitoes.
This is summer.
Junior Writing Composition 12Looking forward, looking forward, Grandpa Winter is gone, and Miss Spring accompanied by the spring phoenix, with light footsteps, quietly came.
She woke up the river, the ice on the river melted, and the clear river water flowed out. Spring wind blowing the clear river, the river bloomed a small wave, issued a tinkling sound, like a happy in the song for the spring girl, dance beautifully.
She blew awake the grass, the grass drilled out of the soil, here a bush, there a cluster, green with a little green, green with a little yellow, like a group of naughty little boys, crowded out of the lovely head.
She woke up the little trees, which immediately drew new branches and grew tender green leaves, like a green spring dress.
She woke up the flowers, all kinds of flowers are competing to open, there are purple azalea, red red, yellow spring flowers, pink moon, and unknown wildflowers. The fragrance of the flowers also attracted many bees, butterflies, already very beautiful flowers, with these little elves will be more lively.
She reminded the swallows to come and join the spring event. A little swallow in black shiny feathers, spread a pair of handsome and light wings, and a scissors-like tail, slanting body in the sky to fly.
Everything woke up, and Miss Spring smiled with satisfaction.
Ah! Spring, spring full of poetry, full of vitality, you make the earth new; you add a lot of spring color to the earth; you bring us joy and hope. I love you, spring!
junior writing composition 13The rice harvest, falling leaves. This is the average person's image of the fall, but I do not think so. I think the fall is cruel, she is beautiful as a picture, but this beautiful but mercilessly dispersed the hot summer, let the green leaves yellow, let the flowers wither, so that the temperature from hot to cool until ice cold, bring the cold winter.
I traveled through the pine forest. Pine trees are still erect, branches and leaves pale green, but there is no summer that kind of vitality, like an old man. My hand did not touch the end of the leaves of the pine tree, like the tip of a needle, and it was cold and harsh.
I walked through the pine forest and came to a slightly narrower path. The road is empty, only I walk alone in this no man's land, the cool wind does not bring a trace of warmth. I couldn't help but pick up my pace, wanting to get away from this place.
I walked across the path to the maple forest. The eye of the prospect of beautiful as a picture, a large golden densely, but layered. Leaves fall all over the ground, there are sparse and dense, dead leaf butterflies flying in the air. A gust of wind blew, the maple tree leaves rustling, the leaves on the ground were also swept up by the wind, like fire maple leaves were blown up by the wind, fluttering in the air with the wind, and the dead leaf butterflies **** dance. The wind stops the leaves fall, the flame floats down on the golden ground, without a trace.
In front of the beautiful scenery, like the earth, like fairyland. I look at the large area of golden yellow in front of me, the breeze blew from my side, behind me raised the golden leaves. I heart a burst of emptiness, this scenery, like wonderland, like a trap, three months later, the maple tree will become bare, such as the old man who will soon enter the ground, no vitality.
Some people say that the fall is like a fairy tale, because the fall gives people a wonderful feeling, unlike the summer that hot, and not as cold as winter. But I think that the fall is like the passing of the fairy tale, after this beautiful scenery, is the cold and harsh winter. This good, only a moment.
Autumn is like a poem, autumn scenery like a picture.
The summer has passed, and the early fall is coming. The wind is cold and the maple leaves are on fire. The fireworks are burning out, and the cold is piercing the bones.
junior writing composition 14Our campus is picturesque, a garden school.
From the school gate in, there is a fish pond in front of the janitorial office window. The pool has a peculiar shape of the rockery, the mountain is planted with a variety of green plants, adding a few points of elegance. Three small fountains in front of the rockery look very ordinary, but as long as you press the switch, it will spray water columns, like a transparent umbrella. Pool water is crystal clear, the bottom of the water laid a piece of pebbles clearly visible. Fish in the water colorful, some of the whole body golden; some body is red, tail is orange-red. These fish a moment in the stone gap you chase me, I chase you, like playing hide-and-seek; a moment in the water play, like a group of naughty children in the fight; a moment three or two crowded together, as if in a whisper.
Along the small square to the north, through the Yarun building came to Runyuan Square. Square east of the fence planted with a row of balsam camphor trees, a breeze whisked by, a light fragrance comes to the nose. Square in the center of the two flower beds in the azalea blooming, the most attractive to me is the northwest corner of the corridor. The corridor is full of wisteria, from a distance, the blooming wisteria flowers such as a string of purple fringe, like a string of lovely and attractive purple grapes.
Through the passageway of the Qianrun Building, you come to the lecture hall. Along the path to the west of the lecture hall has been forward, you can see the full picture of the sports field. The east side of the sports ground is the basketball court, last year our class was here to win the first place in the fourth grade basketball tournament! The west side of the sports field is surrounded by a circular runway soccer field, every physical education class, students like to play games on the green lawn in the middle of the soccer field, and when you are happy, you will also play two rolls it!
Our campus is so beautiful, I love the campus!
Junior Writing Composition 15I, a city dweller who is used to the bustling city, was sitting on a bus going to a remote rural town.
Looking through the window into the distance.
When the line of sight collided with the scenery outside the window, the eyes were bright. It seems that the dusty door at the bottom of the heart was touched by someone's graveyard.
Outside the window, the mountains decorated by a large number of unknown trees are particularly eye-catching, green and lush. It's a continuous green. Look at the hillside, the tree in the center is withered, everywhere is orange, but in my opinion, this orange tree gives me the impression of a king and noble. His perfect match with the surrounding greenery is unique.
The car, moving forward, the scenery outside the window, changing.
Outside the window, a meadow can be described as boundless. The green color is fascinating. Close your eyes and imagine the feeling of lying on the grass. Every inch of your skin is in close contact with the grass, letting the sunlight flow over your body, a feeling of warmth, a feeling of being at home. Without realizing it, the corners of his mouth had lifted into a wide smile.
When I opened my eyes, there was another scene in front of me.
Outside the window, a lake glittering in the sunlight, twinkling stars of the waves like a genie up and down, like dia. a group of green hills around the king of the water, the reflection of the mountains in the lake makes the water turn green. Not far away there is a private house with black tiles and white walls, the smoke of cooking curls up, only to realize that it is already dusk. This mood reminds me of: "small bridge and flowing water"
These landscapes outside the car let me face the original nature for the first time.
Unconsciously, back in the city, the noise was ringing in my ears again.
Looking up at the sky, the city sky was gray and scary. Looking back, the tall buildings, the roads that smelled of asphalt, the people in a hurry, were all gray and lifeless.
I miss it, I miss the landscapes along the way that make me feel warm, the ones that aren't gray, that's what I really crave!