Writing material-a good paragraph describing the early winter
1. Ge Wen's
In the early winter, the morning in Yangchun in Xijian was beautiful. The distant mountains and the nearby villages are covered with a thick layer of smoke. As soon as the sun shone, the frost on the ground froze all night and began to melt, steaming. On the straw and the haystack, the hot air rises slowly, and the smoke from the kitchen is like a gauze wrapped around the top of the tree. The earth was bright, and a double-set carriage flew into the village facing the avenue.
2. Li Ji's Malan
It is the early winter season, and a thin layer of white snow, like a huge and gentle wool blanket, covers this vast wasteland, shining with cold silver light ...
3. On a Difficult Day by Lu Yao
The cold wind blew away the lukewarm autumn overnight. The nasty winter followed the last batch of geese moving south and landed on the Loess Plateau. The undulating Qian Shan Wanling soon became desolate. Shan Ye, around the county seat, is bare and can't see a speck of green color any more.
4. Wo Zi's Life Begins Here
Winter has come. The earth is like a mother who has just given birth. Under the cover of snow, she sleeps wearily, and the warm sunshine shines on it, reflecting the holy light. Yuan Ye is as silent as a lifeless picture, only a thick smoke is floating in the corner of the picture, which adds a sense of movement to the picture. The convoy carrying wheat straw passed through Yuan Ye and headed for the paper mill under the thick smoke, leaving a string of whips and laughter on the long road.
5. Jin Jingmai's Song of Ouyang Hai
In the mountains of Nanling Mountains, on both sides of the beautiful and rich Xiangjiang River, the green maple leaves gradually turned dark purple, and then turned from dark purple to crimson. The red maple is like a blazing torch, held up among the green mountains and green waters. It adorns Yuan Ye in the early winter in the south of the Yangtze River.
6. (France) Mo Bosang's Life
In the red sky, the rising sun appeared from behind the tree as red as a drunk's face, and the earth was covered with frost, dry and hard, and the people on the farm were treading at their feet. Overnight, the leaves on the poplar trees completely fell off; Behind that wasteland, you can see a long green wave, churning white foam.
The leaves of plane trees and bodhi trees have fallen off in the high wind. Every time a cold wind blows, the frosted leaves suddenly break away from the branches and fly in the wind like a flock of birds.
7. (French) Zola's "Collapse"
Day after day, October finally passed. It was a continuous gloomy and gloomy sky, and the wind stopped, only to attract more dark clouds to fly again ... The wind has swept away the leaves under the gray horizon, and there is only a deep and long silence in the naked countryside. In this silence, the crow's cry passes by, reporting one. Composition material: excellent composition wonderful beginning (1)
1. Straight to the point
Wang Jiali is a studious, helpful and collective-loving student, and both teachers and classmates like her.
My name is Tan Haifeng, and I am a thin boy. I'm 11 years old and studying in Zhangzi Primary School in hua she. I have a smart and flexible head and a pair of black and bright eyes.
at 7: 3, as usual, I was carrying my schoolbag and preparing for school. I pushed open the door, and a chill came. I felt dizzy as if I were drunk, and I felt a little headache. Mom saw me covering my head and quickly pulled me into the room to take my temperature.
There is an amiable teacher by my side. She gives the impression that she is so simple and ordinary. However, in my heart, she is extraordinary. Because her heart is filled with the motherland and others. She is our head teacher-Miss Chen.
2. The beginning of environmental description
The campus in early winter is cool.
the class is so quiet. Different from usual, the students are all sitting in the classroom with sad faces, waiting for the farewell party to begin.
The fireball-like sun scorched the earth, the trees were dragged by the fire, and the road was almost melted by the sun. I asked some classmates to play football in the square in the scorching sun.
The scorching sun in July is burning. On several bare trees in front of our village, tireless cicadas are playing a lively concert. How I want to catch some!
the cry of "cicada, cicada" boomed. With a dull thunder, thousands of raindrops as big as soybeans jumped, whirled and flew down from the clouds.
One rainy afternoon, my mother asked me to go shopping, and I left with an umbrella. Along the way, the branches were rattled and swayed by the wind. I walked carefully on the muddy road. The umbrella was blown by the wind, and the rain kept hitting me, and the lower part of my pants was soaked.
"Bite, bite, bite", accompanied by a clear sound, the beautiful fireworks dragged a beautiful long tail, and then "appeared" after drawing an arch in the sky. Colorful fireworks competed in the sky, and the sky suddenly became a big garden. Firecrackers are not to be outdone, and the sound of "bang, bang, bang" echoes in the sky. Do you know why it's so busy? It turns out that today is New Year's Eve, that is, the Spring Festival.
3. It's strange to set the question at the beginning
! Why did four strong men stand at the "mother-child boarding place", while a mother with a child in her arms was squeezed outside the railing? Can't those men read?
in spring, everything comes into being. What do you like? Is it charming flowers, slender grass, white clouds as light as gauze, or lively and lovely swallows? All this, of course, has charm, but what I like best is the little dew!
At the beginning of psychological description, I saw my article being printed in the newspaper for the first time, and for the first time, I held the manuscript fee earned by my own skills, and all the happy feelings such as excitement, pride and self-confidence poured in. I am really amazing, my classmates will envy me, and I want to congratulate myself well.
4. Artistic imagery begins figuratively
Teacher, you are a gardener who never gets tired; You are the root of the tree that transports nutrients; You are burning your own candle to illuminate us; You are the greatest engineer of human soul in the world.
My memory is a beautiful wooden box. Open it and there are many pearls in it. Every pearl is a childhood memory of mine.
Childhood life is like a colorful dream, like a string of pearls, which makes people miss and yearn for it. I will never forget the bits and pieces of childhood life, because this colorful dream and pearls make a complete and beautiful childhood! Especially that one thing, let me smile!
Childhood is like a painting. The patterns in the painting are colorful, and each color is something you will never forget. Let me tell you one interesting thing!
There is a car in Mr. Jin's house, which looks like a little puss-head. Its four wheels are its feet, and its lights are like two eyes, but it has no tail. Otherwise, it will be a perfect "little puss-head" car.
my name is Yu Wen, and I am a transfer student. In our talented and strong class, I am a veritable "ugly duckling" with a small eyebrow and eyes and a closed mouth all day. Wonderful sentences describing the early winter
1. Ge Wen's
In the early winter, the morning in Yangchun in Xijian was beautiful. The distant mountains and the nearby villages are covered with a thick layer of smoke. As soon as the sun shone, the frost on the ground froze all night and began to melt, steaming. On the straw and the haystack, the hot air rises slowly, and the smoke from the kitchen is like a gauze wrapped around the top of the tree. The earth was bright, and a double-set carriage flew into the village facing the avenue.
2. Li Ji's Malan
It is the early winter season, and a thin layer of white snow, like a huge and gentle wool blanket, covers this vast wasteland, shining with cold silver light ...
3. On a Difficult Day by Lu Yao
The cold wind blew away the lukewarm autumn overnight. The nasty winter followed the last batch of geese moving south and landed on the Loess Plateau. The undulating Qian Shan Wanling soon became desolate. Shan Ye, around the county seat, is bare and can't see a speck of green color any more.
4. Wo Zi's Life Begins Here
Winter has come. The earth is like a mother who has just given birth. Under the cover of snow, she sleeps wearily, and the warm sunshine shines on it, reflecting the holy light. Yuan Ye is as silent as a lifeless picture, only a thick smoke is floating in the corner of the picture, which adds a sense of movement to the picture. The convoy carrying wheat straw passed through Yuan Ye and headed for the paper mill under the thick smoke, leaving a string of whips and laughter on the long road.
5. Jin Jingmai's Song of Ouyang Hai
In the mountains of Nanling Mountains, on both sides of the beautiful and rich Xiangjiang River, the green maple leaves gradually turned dark purple, and then turned from dark purple to crimson. The red maple is like a blazing torch, held up among the green mountains and green waters. It adorns Yuan Ye in the early winter in the south of the Yangtze River.
6. (France) Mo Bosang's Life
In the red sky, the rising sun appeared from behind the tree as red as a drunk's face, and the earth was covered with frost, dry and hard, and the people on the farm were treading at their feet. Overnight, the leaves on the poplar trees completely fell off; Behind that wasteland, you can see a long green wave, churning white foam.
The leaves of plane trees and bodhi trees have fallen off in the high wind. Every time a cold wind blows, the frosted leaves suddenly break away from the branches and fly in the wind like a flock of birds.
7. (French) Zola's "Collapse"
Day after day, October finally passed. It was a continuous gloomy and gloomy sky, and the wind stopped, only to attract more dark clouds to fly again ... The wind has swept away the leaves under the gray horizon, and there is only a deep and long silence in the naked countryside. In this silence, the crow's cry passes by, reporting one. Composition material: excellent composition wonderful beginning (4)
1. Scene rendering beginning
"Ring-Ring-Ring" When the bell rang, the students rushed out of the classroom and went to the office to get the math test paper.
The exam is coming again. When the teachers of all subjects announced the date of the exam, a melancholy mood appeared on the students' faces.
Late at night, I was awakened by my father's old and hoarse dry cough. I glanced at the window with my eyes half open. According to my intuition, it was about 3 am. I vaguely heard my parents talking.
2. At the beginning of wishing practice
Seeing the desk calendar on the desk, only the last one is torn, and the New Year's Day that I have been looking forward to for a long time is coming.
once, I said to my mother, "I am no longer young, so I should learn more housework." My mother agreed to my request and let me learn to wash rice at night. I'm so happy that I can deal with water.
3. Make a foreshadowing start
School is about to start. I threw away all my school supplies from last semester like garbage and replaced them with new ones. What bothers me is that a brand-new school thing doesn't match my schoolbag with many holes and a broken zipper.
as soon as the bell rang, the teacher took away the bottom roll. After checking with my classmates, I made a mistake in a calculation question and a fill-in-the-blank question. Suddenly, I was like a frosted eggplant-withered.
self-study class-make a scene in heaven.
it's time for us to show our talents! The bell rang in the self-study class, and the students were "in high spirits" one by one.
because. Everyone can finally get rid of the teacher's stern eyes.
Just after the cleaning, I don't know which "wicked ghost" threw a mass of waste paper in the corridor of grade five.
4. Opening with bravado
Before teaching our class, Miss Wang said, "She is fierce!"
She was already "blowing the horn through the window-the sound was outside", and we broke a glass on the classroom window when she heard the same "bang" from other classes. Looking at the broken glass on the ground, I was surprised, and Zhang Jie was also blindsided ... "Come and put out the fire! Rongzai's house is on fire! ..... "The thrilling cry for help from the neighbors pierced the night sky and woke my mother and me.
"My shoes are torn, my hat is torn ... I can't be unfair." As soon as I heard the singing of Southern accent and Northern accent, anyone could guess that it must be the "Little Jigong" who is famous in the whole school.
"Well, show me your second question!" My deskmate touched my arm. Seeing that I ignored him, he turned to the back again. Rebecca, who is behind, is really warm-hearted, so I put down my pen and told him about it.