(1) write one of several fragments in Zhu Ziqing's spring. Hurry, wait online!
Hope, hope, the hot summer has finally passed, and the footsteps of autumn are approaching.
Everything looks crisp in autumn. The sky is high and the clouds are light. When the fruit is ripe, the cry of crickets rings, and the weather is cool.
The grass has not completely disappeared from the earth, and it is still green. In the garden, in the field. Look, one piece
is full. The children ran and jumped, turned somersaults, picked up some fallen fruits and threw them at each other, competing to see who could throw farther and more accurately. It's cool and the grass is green.
osmanthus trees, maple trees and evergreen trees, with their lush and deep styles and distinctive temperament, show their elegant demeanor, such as golden yellow, agate red and emerald green, just like paintings carefully drawn by artists. Birds are busy for migration, and ants are collecting winter rations. Daisy, a bunch of red, Petunia, at first glance, yes: orange, purple, competing, spread in the flower bed, like a carpet, smiling at the autumn wind!
"Falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud will protect the flowers!" Yes, it will become spring mud to nourish the earth, without attachment to the prosperity of the branches. Autumn rain falls on red and yellow leaves and colored leaves mixed with green and yellow. Luxurious maple leaves, delicate evergreen leaves, ordinary plane leaves … they become more gorgeous under the baptism of autumn rain.
The fruits on the trees are maturing, and the fruit farmers in the fields are getting busier. In the city and countryside, workers, students, children and the elderly all came out to enjoy the beautiful scenery, relax, watch the autumn colors, collect specimens, and do their own thing. "A hard work, a harvest", hard work, in exchange for harvest, full of joy.
Autumn is like the god of color, which makes the colors of plants gradually thicken.
Autumn, like the god of harvest, has brought people numerous fruits.
autumn, like the god of joy, brings people the joy of harvest.
(2) Write a New Year's composition in imitation of Zhu Ziqing's Spring Festival.
The Spring Festival is a traditional festival for the people of China. Every household is decorated with lanterns and red couplets, and red lanterns are hung in the streets and alleys, which presents a lively and jubilant holiday scene everywhere.
On New Year's Eve, each of our children put on new clothes early and looked refreshed. Grandma praised me for being so handsome. My mother prepared a delicious New Year's Eve dinner with my favorite red pork, lobster and so on. I wish mom and dad success in their work and all the best. My parents and grandparents also wish me to study hard and make progress every day. They also gave me a lot of lucky money, and my heart was full of joy, thanking them for giving me a happy home.
after dinner, my family went to the yard to set off fireworks. I lit the fuse of fireworks with my father in one hand. Suddenly, I only heard a sound of "sou-"fireworks flying in the sky and exploding. Some bloomed colorful flowers, some spelled into various beautiful patterns, and others lit up the sky like beautiful parachutes. We shouted happily.
I spent a year laughing and laughing. Tomorrow, we will be one year older.
③ Imitate Zhu Ziqing's Spring
④ Imitate Zhu Ziqing's Spring
Looking forward to it, the autumn wind is coming, and the footsteps of autumn are approaching.
Everything seems to be going to sleep, and slowly my eyes are closed. The mountains are bare, the water is receding, and the sun has lost its former luster. The grass is gradually withered. Look, a large area is full of golden. The trees are also beginning to take off their worn-out clothes. Pieces of golden leaves are dancing like butterflies in the wind and falling down. Soon, the earth is covered with a golden carpet. People click on it, which is crisp and pleasant.
The flowers that were competing to open are also lazy at this time, hanging their heads listlessly. Close your eyes slightly. Some fragile flowers, after a spring and summer's hard work, have plunged into the embrace of the earth at this time, hiding their weak bodies in your heart and entering the sweet dream land with a smile. At this time, only those flowers that are not afraid of the cold are still competing to open, spreading a faint fragrance in the autumn wind.
"Autumn wind is cool", yes, after the autumn wind blows, the weather begins to cool down, and it is refreshing. Like a mother's hand, there is still some fragrance in the autumn wind. Some birds have spread their wings and hurried to the south for the winter. Frogs and snakes are also busy digging holes at this time, ready to go in and have a long sleep when winter comes, waiting for the arrival of next spring. Squirrels, like people, are busy collecting food for the winter and storing it in their holes.
It often rains intermittently. Don't. Woven diagonally like a spider's web, the withered grass and wild flowers were beaten to the waist. On the road, vehicles and pedestrians hurried on, one by one worried. Occasionally, "unlucky ghosts" who didn't bring rain gear ran quickly in the rain curtain, often passing by, leaving only his hurried figure.
Autumn is a harvest season. Fruits and rice are ripe. As if to remind farmers to harvest quickly. So farmers began to get busy, and their busy figures appeared everywhere in the fields, orchards and mountains. Just look at the happy smiles on their faces and you will know that there is another good harvest this year. In this harvest season, students have ushered in a new semester and set higher learning goals, working hard for their bright future.
Autumn is like. Turn the earth into gold.
Autumn is like a big stage, with moving stories.
Autumn is like an ode to joy, playing a festive movement.
Can it solve your problem?
⑤ Imitate Zhu Ziqing's spring to write about our northern spring
Please, adopt it
Fear, fear, the cold wind is coming, and the footsteps of winter are approaching.
Everything seemed to be just hibernating, and I closed my eyes in panic. The mountains are dead, the water is shrinking and the sun's face is yellow.
the grass fell silently into the ground, decaying and withered. In the garden, in the field, look, small clumps are full of yes. Walking, stepping, stomping, kicking shoes, racing, and catching hide-and-seek. The wind is wheezing and the grass is soft.
Poplar, willow and ginkgo trees, you ignore me, and I ignore you, all of which have fallen leaves and gasped. It is as high as a telephone pole, as thin as a fishing rod, and as bent as dried radish. The leaves are bitter; Open your eyes, there are still poplar leaves, willow leaves and ginkgo leaves hanging on the tree. There are hundreds of leaves under the tree crying, and the leaves of different sizes are floating around. Leaves are everywhere: miscellaneous, named and unnamed, floating in the air like butterflies, laughing and singing.
"Split-muscle biting northwest wind" is good, like a witch's hand stroking you. The wind smells of ancient earth, mixed with the smell of dried grass and the fragrance of various leaves, all floating in the slightly dry air. The magpie nestled its nest among the bare Metasequoia trees, and became happy. She called her wife and children to sing a monotonous song, echoing the cold wind and rain. The dance music of women in the square is no longer ringing at this time.
The rain is unusual. It lasts for six or seven days at a time. It's really annoying Look, like ice beads, like grass seeds, like messy silk, rustling, people's roofs are covered with a thin layer of smoke. The trees are bright white, and the grass is dry enough to smoke your eyes. In the evening, the lights were turned on, and the faint yellow light set off a lonely and bleak night. In the countryside, on the road, by the cement bridge, there are people walking with umbrellas in a hurry, and there are teachers and students who study at night on campus, riding cars in ponchos. Their figures are sparse and flowing in the rain.
The birds in the sky are disappearing, and there are fewer children on the ground. In the city and the countryside, every household, old and young, also went home, hiding one by one. The students are rubbing their palms to cheer up, and they are all doing papers in various subjects. "The most bitter day is winter", all the year round, some are busy and some are harvested.
Winter is like a newborn baby. It is light from head to toe, and it is dormant.
winter is like an old woman, with a haggard face and a sigh.
An old man who looks like a sprightly man in winter, with an ice-like face and a whip, drives us forward.
⑥ Write a Chinese New Year composition like Zhu Ziqing's spring
Expect, expect, cicadas are far away, and the footsteps of autumn are near.
Everything seems to be boiling, shouting and smiling faces. The moon is clear, the sunset is warm, and the smoke on the roof is dancing.
The leaves have quietly changed into new clothes, golden or red. A large area is all right. When you step on and lie down, pick two pieces as bookmarks, take two pieces as souvenirs, take a few walks, and sweep a few piles of fallen leaves. The wind is rustling and the leaves are flowing. < P > Peach trees, pear trees and persimmon trees are full of fruits, which are like rouge, yellow like gold and red like lanterns. When I close my eyes, my mouth seems to be full of sweet fruit juice. Under the tree, farmers' uncles are busy harvesting, and cheerful laughter has spread to the horizon. Chrysanthemums are also coming to join in the fun: they are blooming in the field and growing in the garden, huge and petite, like rushing to an autumn date, and they are in high spirits.
"Falling three autumn leaves" is good, like a big broom sweeping away autumn leaves. There is also the fragrance of all kinds of fruits, which leads to a harvest movement. The geese are going to fly to the south for the winter. They are arranged in herringbone and word in the sky for a while, flying over mountains and water, so that everyone who is ready to go home can think about it. At this time, the open space in front of and behind the house is also full of golden grain stacks.
The rain is a little cold, and there is an autumn rain and a cold. Don't worry. Listen Played a harmonious autumn movement. The brighter the leaves are, the more yellow the Huang Liang is, and the streams are flowing happily. In the evening, when cooking, the smoke from kitchen chimneys curled up, and the attractive smell of rice came out, which made people who were rushing home more anxious. In cities, railway tracks and buses, there were countless people who were sleepy at the rain, and there were people walking alone on the road, wearing umbrellas and ponchos. Silent and silent in the rain.
Autumn, like a postman delivering parcels, brings a bumper harvest gift to everyone. It is busy.
Autumn, like a middle-aged man, is mature and steady, smiling and diligent.
Autumn, like a Taoist monk, has peaceful and gentle eyes and eyebrows, and takes us to appreciate the true meaning of life.
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Everything looks crisp in autumn. The sky is high and the clouds are light. When the fruit is ripe, the cry of crickets rings, and the weather is cool.
The grass has not completely disappeared from the earth, and it is still green. In the garden, in the field, like the old man's hair, piece by piece. However, the children still had a good time: little boys, running and jumping, turned a few somersaults to pick up some fallen fruits and threw them at each other, competing to see who could throw farther and more accurately. Little girls, gathered friends and played house happily together! It's cool, it's grass green, and some are yellow.
osmanthus trees, maple trees and evergreen trees, with their lush and deep styles and distinctive temperament, show their elegant demeanor, with golden yellow, agate red and emerald green, just like paintings carefully drawn by painters. I don't think even the best painters can draw such beautiful scenery. Birds are busy for migration, and ants are collecting winter rations. Daisy, a bunch of red, Petunia, at first glance, yes: orange, purple, competing, spread in the flower bed, like a carpet, smiling at the autumn wind!
"Falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud will protect the flowers!" Yes, the leaves will turn into spring mud to nourish the earth, without attachment to the prosperity of the branches, paving the way for the next generation and contributing the best nutrients to the next generation. Autumn rain falls on red leaves and yellow leaves and colored leaves mixed with green and yellow, and then falls on the ground, nourishing the land. The rich leaves also seem to have drunk enough water and are satisfied to "nod" under the blowing of autumn wind. Luxurious maple leaves, delicate evergreen leaves, ordinary plane leaves … they become more gorgeous under the baptism of autumn rain.
The fruits on the trees are maturing, and the fruit farmers in the fields are getting busier. In the city and countryside, workers, students, children and the elderly all came out to enjoy the beautiful scenery, relax, watch the autumn colors, collect specimens, and do their own thing. "A hard work, a harvest", hard work, in exchange for harvest, full of joy.
Autumn is like the god of color, which makes sorghum turn red and rice turn yellow, and sweet potatoes also sneak out their gray heads from the ground, so colorful! Such a great autumn!
Autumn, like the god of harvest, has brought numerous fruits to people. Persimmon shows her red face like the sun from the green leaves. .
autumn, like the god of joy, brings people the joy of harvest. Bring the children the joy of autumn, play with autumn and taste the sweetness of autumn, as sweet as a girl!
for the record, I am a junior high school student, but I can't write well, so I can barely write!
⑧ Imitate Zhu Ziqing's spring, write summer, autumn and winter quickly, and hand them in tomorrow.
Hope, hope, autumn is coming, and the footsteps of autumn are approaching.
Everything seems to be going to sleep, and slowly close your eyes. The mountains are beginning to go bald, the water is retreating, and the sun has lost its former luster. The grass is gradually withering, and the garden. Look, a large area is full of golden. The trees are also beginning to take off their worn-out clothes. Pieces of golden leaves are dancing like butterflies in the wind and falling down. Soon, the earth is covered with a golden carpet. People click on it, which is crisp and pleasant.
The flowers that were competing to open are also lazy at this time, hanging their heads listlessly. Close your eyes slightly. Some fragile flowers, after a spring and summer's hard work, have plunged into the embrace of the earth at this time, hiding their weak bodies in your heart and entering a sweet dream with a smile. At this time, only those who are not afraid.