In life, work and study, we all inevitably have to come into contact with the essay, right, according to the characteristics of the writing proposition, the essay can be divided into propositional and non-propositional essays. Do you know how to write a good essay? The following is my compilation of another year of spring came to the composition, for your reference, I hope to help the need of friends.
Another year spring came to essay 1The grass poked out the tender green head, the grass flowers unfolded, bright and colorful petals, peach blossoms can not help but reveal the pink face, exuding a refreshing fragrance, oh! The first year of spring has come.
Dear Hu Ruiqi, how are you living and studying in Zhenjiang? In the blink of an eye, you have changed schools for almost a year, the class misses you very much, and often mention you, the students say that there is a good friend less, less laughter, and we all want to go see you very much.
I and you from kindergarten to the third grade are in the same class, but also inseparable good friends, but you went to Zhenjiang, we lost contact, occasionally from my mother to hear your news, listening to my mother said, your grades are much better than before, often full marks in math, really happy for you.
The class is still as mischievous as before and likes to play. Last Friday, the English teacher in class, many students below do not listen carefully, casually talking, resulting in the teacher's class can not continue, and finally the teacher a angry, let the class write a check, which makes me very sad, a good class, good classroom style, is to rely on the concerted efforts of all of us, *** with the creation of. Classes can not settle down, listen carefully to the teacher, that as a student to school is to do? This is also a kind of disrespectful behavior to the teacher. I really hope that the class can be like the performance in the open class: actively speak, listen carefully, and unite for the class to win the honor.
Hu Ruiqi, come back to see us sometime, and tell me what's in your heart!
I hope you have a good life in Zhenjiang and study well!
Another year of spring came to essay 2
Light is like an arrow, the sun and the moon like a shuttle, in the unknowing we ushered in the Year of the Ox, and then look back, last year's New Year's Day scene I still vivid in my mind, full of laughter in the house makes me recall. Today is already the 30th day of the New Year, inadvertently heard the neighbor, Mr. Liu, said: "The first day of the New Year to our home as a guest!" When I overheard these words, I thought that the first day of the year was still early, but my mom next to me said, "Tomorrow is the first day of the year!" At this time I just snapped out of it, another year out to ah!
Looking back at our country both sad and happy: in January, the south of China encountered a rare snowstorm in history; in June, China's Sichuan Province, Wenchuan occurred 8.0 magnitude earthquake; in August, our country and the successful holding of the Olympic Games, China's Olympic athletes in the Olympic Games won the gold medals, our country in the world's gold medal list ranked first.
Looking back at myself has also changed a lot: in 20xx, I have stepped into the hall of junior high school, when a glorious junior high school students, in the promotion of junior high school in the first midterm exam, my results only took the third place, which makes the family very disappointed, mainly because I am proud, in the final exam, full of confidence, I thought I could regain the first, I did not expect, midterm exams I did not play a good foundation, so the results are also very poor, I met with setbacks, I lost confidence in myself, even lost confidence in themselves, but since I read the book "Small Stories, Big Wisdom", I have regained confidence in themselves.
Another year of spring came to essay 3Time flies, another year, the winter has gone. In this time of melting snow and ice, spring has quietly come to us.
Look, the sky seems to be more clean than the winter a few points, dotted with long white clouds; look, the mountains of the new green into the eyes, giving people a sense of pleasure; look, the various sizes of the river, ("size" is not the right word) lakes have been restored to the previous day's vitality, become transparent, become sparkling.
Spring, far more than that.
Look, that the park in the peach blossom has been in full bloom, far away, like a piece of pink clouds, each peach blossom are delicate, gesture thousand; look, this one peach blossom petals full, that faint pink paved with petals, this one, the color is more reddish some, the flower is also through the hazy white ...... seems to be. "Peach blossom is still smiling spring wind".
Look, the grass on the ground has sprung up buds, do not look down on this little grass, big trees can be more than they thrive, every spring, will sprout new leaves. Grass is also the same it, that a kind of elegant green, as if the rain washed long green. By the spring breeze, it immediately revealed from the soil, a large area full of a large area. But when you get closer, the green grass is mixed with the brownish-yellow color of the soil. This is what Han Yu said: "The color of the grass is not as close as it seems."
Look, those hibernating for a long time the animals have also been out: look, the flowers, bees and butterflies back and forth shuttle, is for the honey and pollination and busy. Listen, the birds are standing in the branches of the song! The sounds of "chattering" are woven into a beautiful symphony. Of course, this is not the least of which is to report the spring of Bugu!
Look! In this early spring, flowers, grass, insects, animals, have long been restored to life, in this new year's good time, they are busy, for their own want to accomplish things and serious efforts. Of course, a new semester, a new look, and we are also in the youthful period of our lives, we should also be like all the things in nature, live up to the youth (springtime), study hard and study seriously. Youth is the most important period of life, "a year's plan is in the spring", grasp this "spring" opportunity, we should strive to achieve their own.
Another year of spring came, do not bear the spring light!
The arrival of spring represents the footsteps of spring closer.
This spring, the rain is a little too much. Every morning when I get up, there are little raindrops singing in my ears, pattering, like a tune without end, constantly hovering in my ears, never stopping; every night when I go to bed, I can always see little raindrops dancing on the eaves and in front of the window, enthusiastic and unrestrained, like a dance without an end, constantly dripping and splashing in front of my eyes.
This year's spring, the spring girl got up a little tattoo, late. I'm waiting for the trees to sprout green buds, peach blossoms to blossom in pieces, and grasses to poke their heads out boldly, to each and every one of them, to give the best of blessings.
This year's spring has a different meaning for me. Spring comes to represent vigor and positivity. This semester is the day of my junior high school, each student will be for their respective ideal secondary school hard work, to complete their own dreams and aspirations. I hope that I am in this extraordinary spring, like a bamboo shoot, nourished by the spring rain, straight upward growth, every grow taller a section of a small knot, for their own future, cheer!
Another year of spring, silently standing in front of the window, looking out the window rain, the heart said to himself: cheer!
Another year of spring came to essay 5
Spring is our most spiritual season, the scenery in this season must be wonderful; the things in this season must be a celebration of the door; the activities in this season must be colorful; the children in this season must be giddy! All this is because spring has come.
Stepping out of the room, my sight is actually all the picture of spring, my eyes immediately adjusted this perfect picture, I suspect that this is not true, when I confirm, a small sparrow flew over, lightly landing in the treetops, with its voice immediately break this peaceful time, because spring is coming, it will re-base my house, and family members to live the ordinary ordinary days. The flowers are all over the place, and they are all over the place. At this time of the year, the flowers suddenly become the most dazzling and colorful scene there. Look, the yellow, red, and green flowers are crowded together in clusters, and they are blooming without giving way, telling their beauty in soft voices. Hey, the peony here is really generous, open than the bowl size, not shy to deal with us. Oh, there are spring flowers, a string of them together, like a string of wind chimes, with the gentle spring wind fluttering, looking at the sky, looking at the sun.
Of course, the early spring brings the beauty of the scenery is only a part, our intentions and should do is important, in this full of vitality and expectations of the moment, we should study a good year's intention. I think I should work hard, study hard, pay attention in class, and do more exercises, because teachers have said, "Diligence makes up for clumsiness." So I have to work hard and study with renewed fury in the remaining time. In these days of willow, I should pull myself together for good grades.
Another year of spring came to essay 6Early in the morning, the cold wind quietly sneaked through the window gap, like sharp needles, cold and piercing. The wind "whistling" slapped my face, a few times to endure, but still had to close the window. Oh, then, I glanced at the entrance to the village of Shingami, that a blooming plum.
On the branches of that plant, starry flowers sprouted, melting into the pink color of white. A little bit, a cluster of clusters, gathered and embraced, into a mountain into a sea ...... really should be Zhu Ziqing's words - "pink like Xia". At first, I did not know what the flower, maybe it is apricot or pear, but apricot pear and not in February bloom. Later, my father told me that it was the plum blossom, but I do not believe that this warm and fresh "Xia" is the legendary plum.
"Ling fell into the mud crushed into dust, only the fragrance as the old." In my mind, the plum is "no intention to struggle for spring", she is like a warrior dressed in red, valiant, never give in to anything. She should have the red color, in the snowy season, standing proudly in the frost. But the flower in front of me, where is the plum chivalry? This feels like the Japanese cherry blossoms, the quietest of women, elegant and graceful.
With a little regret and puzzlement, I just thought, maybe there are some exceptions in nature! Leaning against the window to meet the cold wind, saw the camphor tree next to the branches and leaves slightly swinging, leaves rustling sound, and the plum blossom seems to be because of the branches and leaves are not busy and motionless.
I suddenly realized - at this time the spring cold, even the wind is so harsh and unbearable. This plant does not choose the spring bloom, but also do not want to live in the warm sun in full bloom, and chose to smile on such a cold and chilly day today, and there is no chivalry it?
The long winter, her flowers and leaves withered, withered branches like the old man's hand engraved with the vicissitudes of life, with the desire to spring to the sky. The resolute branches with a bit of untamed. The hand of the general withered branches subjected to the wind and frost of the bullying, rain and snow oppression, but in the spring wind is still biting cold at the moment, in the hundred flowers are still sleeping in the cold, tolerant to accept the temperature, take root, sprouting, spreading leaves.
"Pretty also does not compete for spring, only to report spring. When the mountain flowers are in full bloom, she is laughing in the bushes."
I love the plum blossom.
Spring is the beginning of the year and my favorite season. As the saying goes, "A day's plan lies in the morning, and a year's plan lies in the spring." The sister of spring came and put beautiful new clothes on the earth, making people feel more joyful.
Saturday, I came to visit the Zhongshan Mausoleum, along the way to see the trees on both sides of the road tall and large, leafy and lush, I feel like coming to the green wonderland in general, so that I am intoxicated, can not help themselves.
Continuing forward again, unconsciously began to empty. There is a lake on the left, I thought: this should be the former lake. The water of the former lake sparkling, willow hanging upside down, as if about to touch the lake, next to the peach blossom competing to open, fighting for color. The piece of gorgeous peach color, reflecting the green color of the willow, at this time, this scene, with the word peach and willow green is very appropriate to describe.
After that, I came to the Zhongshan Botanical Garden, this time the botanical garden, far more beautiful than other seasons. The willow tree is full of green leaves, the plum blossom is joyfully open, the trees put a winter stored power are released. Inside the tulips to count the most exuberant, red, orange, yellow, colorful tulips are competing to be the "king of tulips", not only in full bloom in the competition, buds are also competing. The peach blossom and plum blossom are also not weak, it is really a scene of a group of flowers competing for beauty.
A spring breeze, we understand - spring sister visited, she put the willow girls 'braids gently shake, she put the clear lake gently rippled, she gave people warmth, she gave the big trees put on a new green dress ......
I love the soft spring breeze, I love the warm spring sunshine ...... spring brings happiness and joy to everyone!
Another year of spring came to essay 8
The teenager a long shirt, tiptoe fold the first growth of peach blossoms. The young man looked back at the flowers, his eyes swirling with endless spring.
At that time, he lived a rich and luxurious life as a young master. In his world, there is spring in all seasons.
The teenager sneezed loudly. He has been in Beijing for some time now, but he has not yet adapted to the gloomy environment of the place where he grew up since he was a child in the "Qinhuai and the Moon". The weather in Beijing is still cold, like the winter months, blowing the wind, the empty branches of the trees do not see the figure of flowers.
"I also had a golden hall and a jade horse, I also had a tile stove and a rope bed, you laugh at my famous family, a melancholy, how do you know that I have seen through the world in heaven and on earth!" Reciting this poem, Cao Xueqin has long been the carefree young man. When he was a young man, his family's decline made him feel the world's cruelty, and the boy who used to smile back at the flowers became poor and desperate overnight.
When the story was first conceived, it was modeled on himself, hiding in a house with four walls, absorbed in the love-hate relationship between Jia Baoyu and Lin Daiyu. When he was writing, he cried; when he was writing, he laughed. Sometimes occasionally stop writing, but also have a momentary loss of concentration. It seems that the day before yesterday, he was the same young man who led the household servants to pick flowers in the garden. Then look down to see what he looks like now, is endless melancholy. I don't know how long it has been, it is already winter outside. The whistling of the north wind, mixed with the "click" sound of snow breaking tree branches, little by little, drifting into the dilapidated hut. He was only preoccupied with the pen, writing down those words that were given to the feelings.
When he finished writing the last word, he felt that his everything has been here. More than ten years of hard work, and finally turned into a pile of thick paper. It was with this book, which he poured his heart and soul into, that he pushed open the door of the hut.
The blinding sunlight flooded into the room, and he couldn't help but squint his eyes. Unknown birds chirped through the forest. The peach blossoms on the branches bloomed petals, lined with verdant branches and leaves, fresh and tender, seems to be more beautiful than what he saw in Jiangnan when he was young.
So, it's spring again.
Another year of spring comes to essay 9
A year of plan is in the spring. --Title
Spring, is the season of recovery of all things; spring, is the season of vitality; spring, is the season of hope ......
Look! The sky is a clear blue, reflecting the white clouds, the white clouds are ever-changing, a look up, or scattered white, and then after a while, it became a sheep.
Look! Underground grasses poked their heads out, they were blown by the breeze and swayed gently. Big trees no longer have bare branches, at the moment, the branches have a few green.
Although there is no summer green trees, but the spirit of the delicate, teasing your eyes.
Oh yes, spring, how can there be no flowers?
Spring flowers, open warm, unrestrained, defiant. Peach blossom, apricot blossom, pear blossom, cherry blossom, who do not let anyone, rush like the next angry, red fire, pink like Xia, white as snow, hot and lively, fighting for color, look at the spring people dazzle the eyes. There is also the name of the wildflowers, sprinkled, layers spread, in the creek, under the stone bridge, the corner, everywhere is their figure, in the spring light confidently bloom smile.
Listen! This is the sound of the water of the creek, the creek, the fish in the water to swim around, enjoy playing, ducks also come out, swimming in the water, sometimes up to the sky singing, sometimes flap their wings, sometimes into the water to catch small fish, this scene, it should be "spring river water warm ducks first know" this poem!
Listen, quiet, the bees "buzzing" sound into the ear, yes! Spring is here, the animals are waking up, hard-working bees in the honey, butterflies flying around in the flowers, the animals in the lively jumping, their arrival, so that the spring has added some vitality.
Look, people are also active, in the morning, practicing Tai Chi, running, exercise more and more, spring, there must be a new weather! Indeed, the new semester, new weather, in the spring sowing seeds of hope, have a good start, live up to this great time, pay a little more effort, more harvest.
Another year of spring has come, now sow the seeds of hope, do not live up to the spring, will have some harvest.
Another year of spring, swallow nesting time, but the banyan tree in front of my house is still sleeping.
Birds squeaking at the tip, banyan tree ah, I'm back, you should wake up ......
Childhood, under the banyan tree, is a mark I can not erase. When I was a child, I loved to stand alone beside you, trickling things to say to you. You always smile and listen, not a word, only by the breeze of the swaying branches and leaves, softly answered.
Remember that spring? That morning, I was inexplicably angry and lost my temper with my parents. Afterwards I was how regrettable ah, ran to cry to you. One person and a tree back to back, rambling all morning. That spring, that talk, it is you, let me see the treetops that a nest of sparrows, although the family is always noisy, but the mother will eventually give the best to their children. The mother sparrow on the branch is feeding her baby sparrow again! You say, "Every parent under the sun thinks of their children, and look, the leaves are my children. Now, I protect them at the tip, and in the fall it's time for them to let go!"
Your leaves rustle and leap, understand your words, I also understand, that spring, are you let the young me understand the good intentions of parents.
Then, another spring, do you remember? That spring came particularly late, the winter was cut off the branches and leaves for a long time do not grow out. I was anxious, every drizzly morning in spring, every sunny noon, every twilight dusk, every evening, I went to find you, chat with you. Jiangnan spring morning fog in the early dawn, I tripped over a stone, rubbed the skin, but for you, I do not smell, still accompanied you all morning. I don't know whether I was felt by my warmth, a few days later, and see the branches spitting new buds.
Banyan tree, you're fine, it's good. The scene of that spring has been treasured in my memory album.
Today, another year of spring, in my trickle of memories of the pouring, suddenly saw a touch of tender green at the top of your head, along with the beautiful nostalgia in my heart, slightly swaying ......
Another year of spring came to the essay 11Looking forward to, looking forward to, the footsteps of the spring is close to the multi-colored spring gradually come to our side! ......
The blue sky was blue and cloudless; there were many clear streams in the forest, and the rows of small wildflowers along the streams looked extraordinarily charming and attractive under the sunlight and the streams. The flowers on the several big trees beside the brooks have all fallen, and the green leaves on the trees have not yet formed the shade, is this what Yang Wanli said: the flowers on the trees have fallen before the shade is formed? Ridge on the rapeseed has opened up its splendor, a group of yellow saucers in the cauliflower bushes hidden, sometimes dancing in the sky, sometimes in the cauliflower bushes in the trace, really: flyers cauliflower nowhere to find ah! Hibernating animals in the spring thunder urged to come to nature, looking for the breath of recovery.
The flowers in the garden are rare and colorful, competing to open, there are white pear flowers, pink peach blossoms ...... white as snow, pink like Xia, in the sun's bath, green leaves under the backdrop, appear more delicate and touching. The breeze whisked by, then a shower of petals rain, like a dream, beautiful. Under the flowers, thousands of bees and butterflies buzzing, busy honey pollination.
The plan of the year is in spring, every morning, people do their own a thing to go, more kites in the sky, on the ground of the laughter is also louder, the children race a few times to run, catch a few times hide and seek, a good picture of the renewal of the spring picture.
The new semester, new weather, spring is the heart of the dream, spring is the seed of the dream, spring is the time when people start to struggle, people have to live up to the spring of such a wonderful time. As a student, I can not lose in the starting line, usually more effort, so that the harvest a little more.
Another year of spring came, now sowing the seeds of dreams, to harvest the fruits of life in the fall.
Another year of spring came to essay 12
Spring has no summer heat, no autumn seething, no winter austerity. Only its graceful posture guides us forward! Go forward! It uses its steel arm, went to open the valve of the gurgling water, take off the thick cotton clothes on their brothers and sisters. Then he gradually sailed towards us.
Look! What a charming spring morning!
Get up and push open the window, the whole world is a thick fog, a circle around the building, little by little rising to the faint remnants of the moon, it looks so gentle, like a mother's face, the air exudes the breath of the soil, the aroma of grass. Fog, all dispersed, dewdrops rolling in the flowers, such as a crystal pearl, in the sunlight glittering with gold, rose to the sky, the breeze gently blowing on my cheeks, like a mother's hand caressing you, grass in the wind gently dance, to show people their beautiful posture.
The sun, which just rose from the eastern hillock, was red, like a big copper plate fresh from the oven, glittering, making the clouds beside her blush with shame. The sun climbed higher and higher, and grew brighter and brighter. She cast sharp arrows that pierced through the fog that wrapped tightly around the earth, tearing it into strands. The fog had to flee in all directions, disappearing without a trace, leaving light and warmth to dominate the blue planet.
That little worm also climbed out of the hut, facing the morning light, stretching, bending, moving muscles, and then leisurely paced into the flowers and grasses, and began a new day of life. The fields were lit by the sun. The dark, seemingly grease-soaked, over-wintered dirt appeared crispy and moisturized, and gave off an earthy aroma. The stems of the grass on the mud block have been a little yellowish, as if to show the world that she is the power of life.
And then came to the campus door, look up, a large tree bark cracked, like the weathered old man face wrinkles. But the heather tree next to the teaching building is still branches and trunks, leaves fine honey, like a mighty soldier, stretching out his hands, so that people ride the cool.
Look, another year of spring came.
This is really "April on earth, the peach blossom in the mountain temple began to bloom. I hate to return to the spring without looking for a place, I do not know to turn into this." I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that!
Spring, the word once read out, as if the lips and teeth are spitting fragrance, the word slipped into my mind, as if it is about to bloom a small flower in my heart.
Spring, is the season of recovery of all things. Ice-covered brook in the warmth of Miss Spring gradually thawed, issued a "ding-dong, ding-dong" laughter. The original stiff branches were awakened by Ms. Spring, twisted a waist, drew out the tender green buds. Spring wind is also very different from before, no longer as cold as winter, but become soft and warm, slowly brushed across the face, reminiscent of "blowing face not cold willow wind" to.
The spring is full of life. Spring flowers wearing golden yellow flower dress ushered in the spring, the grass brother took off the yellow coat, replaced with a soft green coat, the willow girl and the breeze combing her long green hair. Peach blossom sister is very shy, just bloom on the red face. Pear sister and peach sister is not the same. Her skin is white, surrounded by yellowish stamens are five evenly distributed white petals, delicate and lovely, like a butterfly's wings. Petunia is also not willing to lag behind, holding up her little pink trumpet, as if shouting again: "Spring is coming, spring is coming!"
Spring, is happy. The children took off the heavy cotton clothes, put on a light jacket, and played happily in the square. Spring is also a good season for flying kites. The afternoon sun shines warmly on the square, the children take colorful kites, scrambling to fly them into the blue sky, there are swallows, butterflies, and centipedes dragging their long tails, which add a few brilliant colors to the sky.
I love spring, more love this many times colorful spring.
Another year of spring came to essay 14
The years have passed silently like stars, the boat of life has sailed into the seventeenth harbor, looking back at the past, following the string of footprints, surrounded by the song of the years floating ......
Silent years have accompanied me through sixteen springs, summers, autumns and winters.
This spring is coming, when the New Year's bell rings, a new year, a new day comes, accompanied by the New Year's bell, spring quietly came.
A year in the spring, looking back at the past, the more than six thousand days, the memory, but did not try to pursue anything, but I still have a few "six thousand" can let me waste it?
However, the ideal and the reality of the distance is too far, I can not put themselves to fly, perhaps, the alternating cycle of life, has long been the fighting spirit of grinding. How many times to build a dream fortress, and again and again by the reality of the destruction, full of sunshine days, is always so little, replaced by the haze, is frustrated. Obviously know that they should be able to rise to the occasion, can not blindly follow, but always can not walk out of the layers of the enclosure, resulting in a series of backwardness and blind obedience.
Now, spring is here, yesterday's let it pass with the evening wind, with their own diligence and hard work to strive for their own glory.
To remember, life, we are never strong, just like the horse running in the wind, the horse is faster than the wind, but the horse can never run out of the world of the wind. I, on the other hand, will always fight and struggle for myself.
Spring is hope. This spring, for me, is another new starting point, standing on a new starting line, I will use the limited spring to find infinite value, taste the joy and happiness of success.
The road to school is full of hardships, but sometimes she is like a piano, optimistic fingertips, playing the infinite joy of learning is always the tune.
I hope that this spring will be more beautiful ...... I believe that this spring will be more memorable ......
Another year of spring came to essay 15Farewell to the icy winter, ushered in the grass grows and warblers fly bright spring.
Everything looks so full of life, the walls of the old alley grew green grass, glittering in the sunlight, pointed grass leaves like a layer of oil, shiny and bright.
The field, canola flowers blooming, just like a golden sea, undulating with the wind, and from time to time flew over a few bees and butterflies in the flowers shuttle. We continue to move forward, stopped at a small bridge, look around, a large willow tree on the side of the bridge, unknowingly has been drawn out of the green buds, tender green willow branches in the breeze, enjoy the dance, the dance is really beautiful! Occasionally a few branches into the water, pulling the level of the lake like a mirror, forming a beautiful arc. The little dog by the river barked a few times, and the wind played a symphony of spring.
By the side of the road, wild chrysanthemums excitedly raised buds, as if to meet the long-lost spring girl, they and the side of the clusters of grass together with shaking their heads and waving their hands, so lively.
Come to the green area, many trees issued a "rustle" sound to warmly welcome us. A few plum blossoms stand proudly in the center, unusually conspicuous. Although it is already spring, they did not lower the head of resistance, still like in the winter frost and snow like posture, the wind bloomed. Petals deep red, far away like a red cloud. The pomegranate tree, without a leaf, only a few pomegranate fruit quietly to stay, it seems that the pomegranate tree is a little later to be willing to recover ah!
The sun was warming us up, but we were enjoying the spring scenery!
In my eyes, the snow of winter, the heat of summer, and the coolness of fall can't compare to the pleasantness of warm spring!