The wind is mysterious and the wind is mischievous.
In the spring, the gentle wind blows slowly across the fields, and the tender green grass wakes up after a nap in the ground. The birds fly happily in the sky. The wind gently caressed my face with its hand, soft and comfortable.
In the summer, people sweating, hoping that there is a breeze blowing over, but the naughty lavender wind is against people, and people play "hide and seek". It is not easy to appear a wind, but there is no time to be happy, it ran away without a trace, no matter how to find it, really can not take it.
The golden winds of autumn come with the fruits of the harvest, with magical colors, with refreshing air, autumn with a big brush and colorful palette. The golden wind dyed the maple leaves red, dyed the wheat fields yellow, dyed the apples red, dyed the grapes purple. Give people a refreshing feeling.
The winter came quietly and unknowingly, the wind came with the snow, the golden earth became snow-white snow-white. The wind is not as gentle as the wind, but like a fierce tiger downhill. Pedestrians on the street dressed like cotton bags, bowed, head down, shrinking neck, walking hard. Not many people go out, everyone seems to be afraid to meet with the wind again. In the north, it drove children playing in the snow back home. I don't think the wind is intentional, but it just wants the spring to come soon.
The wind is always mysterious and unpredictable.
Always aspire to stand in the boundless seaside, feel the charm of the sea, look at the romantic water and sky, with the rolling waves, singing their own piece of music, look up to the sky, white clouds, and the azure sea reflected, flashing a bit of golden light, painted into a beautiful picture. Always aspire to, in front of the vast and wide sea, all the worries and troubles will be thrown to the clouds, the rest is a simple heart, a simple state of mind, serenity and far-reaching, calm and aloof.
Fortunately, the packaged that can not extinguish the dream, came to the dream place, arrived at the day of Rizhao, the sun is bright and clear, white clouds floating leisurely, the sky clean blue. Above the square near the sea, a few pink and white flowers dotted in the verdant lawn, surrounded by low shrubs scattered, like a small and delicate guard. There is a faint smell of the sea floating in the air, a little moist, a little salty flavor. I can't wait to cross the square and jump up the stone steps to the sea, and finally see the sea that I've always wanted to see!
The sea, in front of the warm call me it! The wind, barefoot rushed to it, under the feet of the soft soft sand, warm wrapped around my feet, printed a string of shallow footprints. The vastness of the sea, in the sun's eager gaze sparkling waves, and the shore of the waves, white and flawless tumbling, wave after wave up, and quickly recede. The sea breeze blew my long hair up, and I opened my arms, screaming with excitement like a child, wanting to hold this beauty in my arms, and also wanting to throw myself into this vast embrace. The waves crashed and jumped, wetting my dress and leaping onto the tips of my hair, glittering in the sunlight. Ah, you naughty little wave, are you trying to whisper to me? Speak quickly then, close to my ear, and speak softly! Is your mother singing joyfully, and is she not afraid that its voice will muffle your whispers?
I was running in the waves, jumping and screaming, and those lively waves were playing with me, chasing me, and struggling to leap onto my fluttering skirts, clinging to it. I couldn't bear to let them disappear, and raised my skirt high. I shouted to them, "Foolish children, don't come! You won't get back into your mother's arms that way! The sun will take you away, turn you into a vapor, and you'll only float in your mother's sight! But, but they don't listen to me at all, and leap forward and backward to linger by my side. Well, well, you are so persistent, I will go along with your wishes, even if you are gone, you will turn into breath, stay around me, suspended in my heart!
Crazy enough, messy enough, reluctant to say goodbye to this sunny clear sea, parting is for reunion, is for the night to meet.
The night is deep blue and wide, there is no bright starry sky. There is only one bright and cool star, gazing at this deep ocean from afar. Stroll again in this wonderful dream world, just to feel the divine charm of the night.
The sea at night is a lot more quiet and gentle than during the day. There is no more enthusiasm, no more singing. White waves gently, layer by layer up, kissing the sandy beaches that are close to each other. They are whispering, shallow notes, pleasant melody. The rows and rows of waves, is not the sentimental sea layer after layer of fine heart? In the soft and romantic night, with their own nightshade in the whispering, saying intoxicating love words? Is it infected by the lovers in pairs on the shore? Did you hear their romantic words? Did you see the sweet smiles of people in love from afar? I think so! Otherwise how would they chase their footprints, gently taking the footprints side by side? How else would they softly embrace their feet and give them warmth? Otherwise, how could it be warmly accompanied by their words of love in a low, shallow song?
I strolled in your tenderness, feeling your light tenderness, feeling your deep and broad, feeling your silk warmth, feeling your infinite power! You are the sacred love of my heart, you are the infinite flavor of the beauty of my heart, you are the lover I want to be with forever. Just because:
I love the infinite charm of the flavor!
Scenic composition: clouds, fifth gradeClouds, mysterious and beautiful, the morning clouds as the snow-white clouds dyed pink, this red, is so light, but also so beautiful. In the morning, the sun rises, the sky and the earth are illuminated. The clouds at this time are so pure and ever-changing. Sitting on the bench and lifting up your head to look at the sky, the clouds at this time are so pure and ever-changing. Daytime clouds are like a magician who can control the sky, it puts a "lollipop" in the hand, only to see a burst of smoke like clouds instantly, the magician in the hand of the "lollipop" has become a raging river. When you don't realize it, this big river has become a horse galloping map.
Midday clouds, is the most shining, but also the most difficult to lift up the head to see, because the sun at noon to hide the power and light are used in this noon. The afternoon clouds are the best clouds of the day, the red-hot fire clouds color half of the sky red, how beautiful, how spectacular. In the other half of the sky, layer after layer of clouds with colorful "dyes", colorful clouds are so dazzling, even the earth is also illuminated by its light.
Summer clouds, is light black, it is like a little doll, see the people on the ground adults and children are eating ice cream, and he could not eat, it began to wow cry, when he saw the people on the ground because of the rain and the cold do not eat ice cream, he laughed. He stopped crying and making noise, and busily washed the black stuff off his face, and the clouds on the sky regained their former life and vigor. But when he once again spilled ink on his face and was ready to go home to wash it, he cried again, because the people on the ground started to eat the delicious ice cream again.
Autumn clouds, which are snow-white, are like a flock of sheep, playing and running around in the sky. Autumn clouds are the most beautiful clouds in the four seasons, not because of its shape or its changes, but because of the white. This beauty can only be experienced by savoring it, just like honey, which can only be tasted slowly for its intrinsic beauty.
The cloud is mysterious, you can not touch it, but it can brush your cheek. The clouds are beautiful, and they paint a vivid story with the colors of the evening sun. Clouds are so mysterious and so beautiful.
New Year's Scenic Composition Fifth Grade 450 WordsThe first snow of the New Year In the morning, I was still sleeping under the blanket when I heard my grandpa say, "It's snowing, it's snowing! It's snowing really hard!"
"It's snowing?" I didn't believe it. I "miso" a sitting up from the quilt, the curtains pulled a slit, and looked out, it really snowed, and it snowed a lot. I hurriedly put on my clothes, out of bed, went to the balcony, the sky flying snowflakes falling down, a silver, beautiful. I ate breakfast, put on my raincoat, and urged my grandfather to go out quickly because I was going to the school to attend the graduation ceremony.
Along the way, the car from my side rushed past, the roof of the thick snow a little dazzling; road pedestrians holding colorful umbrellas, snow elves in the umbrellas on the dance, like a blooming plum, to the winter morning to add a bright scenery; trees covered with white crystal snowflakes; roadside grass covered with a thick "quilt". "
This is the first time I've ever seen a car in the world.
The snow reminds me of the saying "snow is a sign of a good year", which means that this year is another year of harvest.
How to write a good composition for the fifth grade
A close contact with the text guide writing
The first unit of the "sunrise on the sea", "sunset", "fascinating Zhangjiajie", as well as accumulation of the use of one of the "Three Pagodas of Dali", these articles are very good models of writing scenery.
Sunrise at Sea writes about the process of sunrise in the order of things; Sunset writes about a poetic sunset in the order of time; Dali Three Pagodas writes about the three pagodas in the order of space. Students learned that landscape compositions should be written in a certain order and saw various kinds of order. Students also learned that when describing a scene, they should "put feelings into the scene", describe it with feelings, develop a rich imagination, and try to use vivid language and apt techniques. Such as: association, metaphor, hyperbole and so on. Only in this way will the boring description of the scene become full of life, full of interest, will attract readers. Of course, the students also know that the article was written in such a detailed way thanks to the author's careful observation.
Second, read the book, over the statement.
"It is difficult to cook without rice", read a million books, in order to travel thousands of miles. In order to write a good composition, to accumulate a certain amount of vocabulary to write scenery is imperative. It took two weeks of intensive training in words. The students read the articles on landscape writing and accumulated good words and sentences by reading aloud, memorizing and excerpting.
Third, careful observation, seize the characteristics.
After the above two links, the students have made preparations for writing landscape essays, and the following is a practical exercise. The first thing I'd like to say is that I don't know what to do with the money, but I'd like to know what to do with it! That day, heavy rainfall, the sky is dark. The rain was pouring in. I seize this opportunity to let the students observe this sudden rainstorm, the students observed very carefully. Afterwards, the students wrote about the rainstorm in the order of development and wrote about the characteristics of the rainstorm. One of the students wrote about the heavy rain: the thick rain fell furiously on the roof, the whole sky seemed to be collapsing, the lightning and thunder, the storm seemed to engulf the world. The rain fell even harder, and it was like a huge curtain of beads hanging between the earth. Another student wrote when the sky cleared and the rain stopped: the rain finally exhausted, the rain gradually small, the trees stood up again in high spirits, the clouds gradually retreated, and the sun showed its smiling face.
After this exercise I asked the students to observe the campus again and write about the campus scenery. In writing about the campus in the fall, the student captured the "ugly chrysanthemum" with a keen eye, and wrote from his unique perspective that the white flowers withered, but the ugly chrysanthemums are unique and colorful. In his essay, he wrote: "In autumn, the colorful flowers do not want to wither first, and they want to keep on competing with each other. At this time, the ugly chrysanthemum blossomed, other flowers, the sight of the ugly chrysanthemum that beautiful tender flowers, are willing to bow their heads.
Through the interlocking of these three links, the students wrote a satisfactory composition. Of course this is not the end of the play, the precious thing is to persist. I believe that students in the future will open their eyes to see the world, pay attention to observation, pay attention to life, and retain the wonderful!
Humanistic version of the fifth grade writing composition
Night, a beautiful and quiet time. Summer night, on the other hand, some people think it is a hot and noisy time. In fact, summer night has its unique charm, let me take you into the beautiful world of summer night!
From the northern part of the city, take a car all the way to Heping Road, along the Yufeng Paradise to *** Street. The first thing you need to do is to get to the center of the city and get out of the city! *** The street is really beautiful ah! There are colorful street lights, glittering skyscrapers, bustling department stores, and many delicious snacks, including our favorite KFC, Texaco it!
Standing at the street corner, looking far away, a silver lamp hidden in the yellow rafter tree appeared now and then, like a shooting star falling from the sky. A circle of ring lights constantly changing colors, red, blue, green, from the bottom to the top of the swing away, looks very beautiful. A painting of folk customs shows the ancient history and culture of Suining under the light. People sit in groups on the chairs by the flowers and bushes, leisurely enjoying the gusts of cool wind blowing from time to time in the summer night. Moore Spring, Yongyi Department Store, Yinfeng Department Store, and Unity Yumatri are crowded with people, some of whom are wandering around and some of whom are picking their favorite things. It's hot, isn't it? There were all kinds of cold drinks and ice creams in the cool stores by the roadside, and my dad bought me Mengniu ice cream and happy pudding. Eating while walking along the street with the crowd, feel really good. What's this? The tall square tower is surrounded by changing patterns from time to time, there are flowers surrounded by high-rise buildings, there are green waves of the pond, and movie clips. Oh, this is an electronic billboard!
Walking on the street of the business center, I feel that it is really beautiful and prosperous! People can relax, shop, watch movies and enjoy the colorful night life here. You see, the summer night is not very beautiful
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Write a landscape essay 450 words fifth grade Sunflower SquareLove, melt the winter; love to form the spring. In fact, my love will one day be transformed into a silent mountain into the foot of this land, in fact, my love all the time is not in love with the land of my hometown.
The moment I stepped out of the car, a wind that rolled with yellow sand blew, and it greeted the people who came to tell people that you came to the high slopes of the loess. The familiar atmosphere, yes, this is where I once lived, once lived in the hometown.
Treading on the soft ground, listening to the chirping of birds, along the river, I embarked on a journey to the old house that faded into memory. At this time, I always think of the "withered old trees and crows, small bridges and flowing rivers," the sentence, there is always a faint pallor in the heart, faint sadness, memories like the wind blowing through!
Walking in the silent fields, I kissed the gurgling river, it does not have the refreshing thoroughness of the South, she is not in the eyes of the eyes of the people that people love the woman of the South, he is just a man who has been through the vicissitudes of life! It flows through the place without Jiangnan smooth rainflower stone only that mixed in the sand and gravel in the sharp sand sharp stone, but it will still smooth them one by one. Mixed with sand and gravel of the river so that you can not see the bottom of his hand grabbed the roadside stones to throw him vigorously, you can only hear the dull "thud" sound. Such as the old man of the wind and candles, you are always elusive to him. That is the precipitation of the years and culture.
The river flows leisurely in the forest, in fact, can not be called woods, it is only a few lonely old trees. Tall, thin heartbreaking. Through the millennium came the valiant breeze between them through and through, the wind from the far northwest with the unique body temperature hovering over them, they just stand there quietly, never shaken, always welcome the return of the traveler from afar to open their arms to a big embrace "You finally came back! They do not have a gorgeous coat, but are always welcome to open their arms to give a big embrace. They do not have a gorgeous coat, so it is not the masterpiece of the Western Impressionist masters but that the Ming and Qing masters of landscape painting school of calm and distant rich Zen autumn trees. I left in the late fall, the leaves on the trees have not yet cut that thought, still swaying in the wind with that attachment. The distant sky is very leisurely floating a few white clouds, pacing around with a snail's pace while changing a variety of postures to greet me. I just smiled and focused on looking at the calm blue sky, I do not know how it is in the raging yellow sand to maintain its blue at the same time to ensure that the clouds of white! Looking at the deep blue sky without any impurities that can only be seen in this plateau I suddenly had an impulse. Want to get close to it, really want to take a leap of faith, jumped into the pool of the sky in general, from the body to the soul to wash a turn. By the way, then ask how it is to keep that pure!
Whenever the sunlight falls behind an inch, the setting sun dyes the sky golden yellow. Sometimes when children are naughty they sneak up on Abba's lighter and light the clouds on fire. At this time I like to sit alone in silence, sitting high up and listening to the wind. The hand is as thick as the melancholy of the autumn rain, alone to touch the wind's scars. I like the silence, when the early summer comes I always sit until the moon in the west. Crickets and crickets chirping one after another, weaving an ancient fairy tale. My heart always floats back to the days when I lived with my grandmother as a child; always floats back to the old song "Listen to your mother tell you the story of the past".
Hometown is a person's spiritual support, the farther a person goes the tighter the string. The more the tree grows, the deeper its roots must be tied down.
In the face of the empty valley, feeling the momentum of the mountains, I want to let out a cry! But I will not shout "hometown, I love you" I will only shout "mom, I'm back"!
Today, the sun is shining brightly, Xiamen Island does not feel the cold of winter, as if spring has come. And we are about to go to Gulangyu Island, the island of music. "Woohoo", the boat came. We rushed onto the boat and started our tour around the island. Look, there is a statue there! A warrior holding a sword in his hand, clad in armor, facing the sea, standing majestically on the rock, that is the national hero Zheng Chenggong. Zheng Chenggong was a national hero at the end of the Ming Dynasty, who fought against the Qing Dynasty and recaptured Taiwan from the Dutch, Xiamen and Gulangyu Island. I can not help but feel: now Taiwan is still not back to the motherland's embrace, compatriots on both sides of the Taiwan Strait is how eager to reunite ah! At this time, a large verdant mountain came into my eyes. On the top of the mountain there is a large rock that stands out, which is the Sunrise Rocks. It is said that in the early morning, you can see a magnificent sunrise. A little further along the boat, there is a strange shaped rock on the white sandy beach, which is the famous Drum Rock. There is a small hole on top of it. Whenever the tide is high, seawater will flow through the hole, making a "crashing" sound, as if the waves are clapping, which is the origin of the Gulang Stone, and Gulangyu Island is also named after this stone. After the tour, we boarded the long-awaited Gulangyu Island. Perhaps it is the Spring Festival, the island is particularly crowded, we picked some remote alleys to walk, leisurely and quiet. Rows and rows of European-style buildings, ancient and simple, quietly standing in the long alleys. Puffballs crawling along the fence, blooming a small orange flowers, in the green leaves, the yellow flowers are particularly delicate. Trillium is also not willing to show weakness, red as fire, pink like Xia, from the fence poked his head, a large bunch of large bouquets to show their own style. Come to the beach, facing the endless sea, gusts of sea breeze blowing, so comfortable ah! A few of us children happily played in the sand and built castles on the beach, while the adults leisurely sipped tea on the beach. As night fell, we left Gulangyu Island by boat. Looking at the fading island, I silently prayed in my heart: beautiful Gulangyu Island, I will come back again! I will come back to look for the melodious piano sound in the alleys; I will go up to Nikko Rocks again to see the gorgeous sunrise; I will walk down the alleys on the island again to explore the traces of history. The scenes are harmoniously blended．
Fifth grade Yuping Maoyang River writing compositionThe idol of my heart is that famous hero Paul Kochakin, he is the main character of the masterpiece "How steel is made", this book to Paul's life as the main line, about the deeds of a good party member, the reason why this book can be immortal, can be durable, is because it eulogizes the people in order to peace in the pursuit of the confidence and courage, it makes the people. us, the future generations, applaud its value!
When it comes to this book, we have to talk about the author of this book, Nikolai Ostrovsky, a Russian, an ordinary worker, a Red Army soldier, a **** Youth League cadres. born in 1904 in Ukraine. How Steel is Made" is not his autobiographical novel, but it is true that a large number of episodes were taken from his personal experience. He is the same as the main character of the novel, Paul, poor and unschooled at a young age, worked as a small worker, participated in the Red Army war, wounded, and later also blind, paralyzed. In a desperate situation, he was not willing to eat, drink, breathe, and wait for death, so he picked up the only weapon that can still be utilized - pen, no, it's not accurate to say so, because later he couldn't even hold the pen, but by oral, please friends and relatives to transcribe, lasted three years, overcame unimaginable difficulties, created this monumental masterpiece, and realized the The first time I saw this, I was able to see it in the back of my mind.
How Steel is Made
How Steel is Made
How Steel is Made
How Steel is Made