In the daily study, work or life, we will inevitably come into contact with the essay, right, the essay must do to focus on the theme, around the same theme for in-depth elaboration, avoid East and West, the theme is lax or even no theme. So the question is, in the end, how to write an excellent essay? The following is my collection of excellent morning essay, for your reference and reference, I hope it can help the friends in need.
Morning Excellent Essay 1Many people get up late in winter, because of the cold, people can not leave the warm nest.
But winter mornings are really beautiful, some older people will come out to exercise, do not believe it, you see -
Every morning when I push open the door to go out, the piercing cold wind whistling, from time to time to attack me. And, occasionally, there will be naughty little snowflakes falling down, just like dancing. Hexagonal snowflakes of all kinds: some are like silver needles, some are like fallen leaves, and some are like shredded paper...it's very beautiful. Falling on the ground, as if to the earth with a thick blanket; falling on the trees, like wearing a silver dress; falling on the car, like just out of the fresh cream cake. This beautiful snow makes people immersed in the fresh air. Everywhere silver, beautiful.
However, the most people in the home can be the first to feel the breath of winter is the ice on the window, some like the forest, rich in mystery; some like the stream, as if in the quiet flow; some like Santa Claus, as if to give people gifts ... the winter girl is really handy ah!
In the square, it is more lively. People are wearing thick cotton clothes, like cotton bales. He (she) accompanied by beautiful music, morning exercise.
The artificial lake is covered with a layer of very thick ice, some naughty little students playing and playing on the lake, from the surface of the lake from time to time came bursts of laughter. ...
Winter, very cold. To be honest, I do not want it to come, but when it comes, I also like it, although it is very cold, but we can eat dumplings around the family.
Ah, I love the winter, because the winter "the wind knows the grass", I love its character. I used to make a point of observing the trees in the campus in the morning.
One day, I arrived at school relatively early, so I deliberately went to the playground to turn around, familiar with the campus environment. Looking at my mind and heart gradually by the campus of the trees to be fascinated. I suddenly realized that small trees are also so charming and wonderful. The guests on the small tree is really a lot of ah, small bees flew away, small butterflies and fly to the small birds chirping into a mess.
The book has young leaves, and some trees are full of flowers, buds waiting to bloom; exudes a rich fragrance, small bees and small butterflies are for them to rush to the right, and even I want to pick these flowers, clamped in the book, to bring to the classroom, brought home, so that the fragrance of the flowers overflowed with the corners of every space where I am.
Just when I was intoxicated in this refreshing atmosphere, a mischievous bee suddenly rushed over, breaking the silence of the trees, it seems, the little bee is also unable to hold down its eager mood, it is also anxious to come to the beautiful flowers to go, oh, little bee, you are here to collect honey or specially come to pollen it?
The little bee ignored me, and soon left, I finally could not resist to gently touch the delicate petals, almost, I will pick it, but I can not and can not bear to go to the hot flowers, the small tree and back to quiet. There is still plenty of time, I am not in a hurry to leave, and I can not leave.
After a while, a small butterfly flew over, I think, small butterflies and small bees are the same, are unable to refuse the beauty of the flowers. This little butterfly stayed on the stamen of a flower for a long time, as I am attached to the little tree.
A small bird dusty low fly came, stopped in the highest point of the small tree, with its clear voice in the call for friends. In a few moments, it was surrounded by a group of small companions, singing happily together.
Class time came, I reluctantly returned to the classroom, but the heroic posture of the small tree, the beautiful shadow of the flowers but let me recall a long time.
morning excellent essay 3quietly a wind in the morning, gently ruffled my curtains, the sun through the glass window warmly caress my face, followed by tinkling sound drilled into my beautiful dream.
"Get up for me, it's too late for school!" My mom's lion's roar-like yell woke me up from my sleep, and I panicked and hurriedly rolled out of bed and crawled down. "Okay, okay, right away, right away."
Immediately after that the overture to school kicked in. Now I'm really like a person who rushes to catch the train, rushing to wash my face and brush my teeth, the sound of swish swish swish, poof poof poof ...... I finished my wash face and brush my teeth in this "symphony". And my mom also at the same time in the pots and pans of the "symphony", early in the delicious breakfast for me ready, and then quietly watching me play belong to my morning song.
This is when the march to school began. I skillfully jumped into the back seat of my mom's battery car, and just like in the past, drip, drip, beep beep ...... set off. The sounds of battery cars and motorized vehicles crisscrossed the road, and the whistles of the traffic police blew loudly, but I didn't find them noisy. I hugged my mom tightly, but instead I felt that they added a different rhythm to this short trip for me and my mom.
And so the finale came to a close. We came to the door of the school, mom gently said to me: "You must study hard today, the class can not speak empty words oh, listen carefully to the teacher." "Well, know, mom bye." I picked up my backpack and turned my head to go when I saw someone else's mom also in this or that advice to their children. Suddenly I realized that my morning song is all about my mother ah!
The most important things in the world are hidden in the ordinary ordinary things! Week after week, my morning song is played by my mother's tinkling heart that breaks for me every day.
Morning Excellent Essay 4"Hurry up, you'll be late for English class!" Grandma's 120 decibel voice woke me up from my beauty sleep. I stomped off the covers, got up and looked at my watch, "Oh my God! It's 7:30!" I jumped out of bed, put on my shoes and ran into the bathroom, picked up the toothpaste and squeezed it into the toothbrush, and because I pushed too hard, I squeezed out a whole bunch of it at once. Forget it, just brush it! I brushed a few times, and that was it. Then I ripped off my washcloth and wet it too late, and gave my face a proper "dry cleaning". Then I ran out of the bathroom and into the living room. I took a bag of bread out of the refrigerator and shoved it into my mouth so hard I almost choked. I took a few sips of milk and swallowed the bread. Then I picked up my school bag, changed my shoes, and went downstairs in a gust of wind. However, when I reached the courtyard. Only then did I suddenly realize that I hadn't brought my stationery box with me. So I hurried back home again and put the stationery box into my schoolbag. By this time it was already seven fifty. I thought: Oh no, oh no, I'm going to be late, I have to be quick. I ran out the back door of the neighborhood like a gust of wind and ran towards the school ......
"Phew, phew, so tired! But finally we're here." I panted. However, I then realized a harsh reality - I was late. With a stiff upper lip, I knocked on the door and a granny came out and asked, "What are you doing here?" I replied, "Class!" A little surprised, the granny said, "Didn't your teacher inform you that you have the day off?" "Uh?" I blacked out, "Yes, the teacher sent out a notice that the teacher is going to go out to visit and have a day off, how could I have forgotten about it?"
Alas, it's all the fault of carelessness!
Morning Excellent Essay 5Have you ever seen a morning at four in the morning? I woke up with my eyes open from a haze, my eyes were scratchy, I hadn't slept very well. There was a light that was creeping in through the screen window, I flipped through my cell phone haphazardly and glanced at the time, it was only four o'clock. I lay down again, but sleep was nowhere to be found. With no choice, I struggled out of bed, got dressed and opened the door to be greeted by 4:00 a.m. morning.
The moment I opened the door, there was a cool breeze blowing head-on outside. This kind of coolness is different from the kind of coolness of the air conditioner, it is a very natural and refreshing kind of coolness, which is soothing to the senses that I can feel a hint of coolness in the air even in my short sleeves. Normally I wake up at eight or nine o'clock, when the sun is already high in the sky, and when you open the door you are greeted not by a cool breeze but by the scorching sun. I washed up, then sat in front of the hall to rest my eyes, I have a hunch, this time for me to memorize the words I must remember especially clear. The wind was blowing around me, and the birds were crying in my ears, which seemed out of place in the city of lights and greenery, but I felt so good.
I sat at home for a while feeling bored, so I went to a small park near my home. I thought there would be very few people there, but I didn't realize that the park was filled with people practicing sword fighting and exercising. Looking at them, they should have been here for a long time. The good habit of going to bed early and waking up early is something everyone can try to get used to. The park in the early morning, the air is filled with the strong fragrance of flowers and trees, I walked on the stone path of the park, watching the sun slowly rise from the east. Used to waking up late, the morning scenery was new to me and always felt a little special. When I came home from my walk in the park, the meal was already set on the kitchen table. Steaming hot porridge and my favorite doughnut baklava. One bite and the doughnut was crispy and crunchy, very flavorful and delicious. When I used to get up to eat the doughnuts, they were soft and icy, and today they were just right, and I started to love the 4am morning!
Hello 4am morning!
Morning Excellent Essay 6I had to go to school early in the day, and I rode my bike to the school gate, but it wasn't open, so I played with a few of my friends on the side.
After a while the school gate opened, I pushed the bike with a few friends, the bike shed to go, my friends are talking about the game, and I did not say anything, I look at the east and west to see, the first thing I see is the administrative building, the administrative building, the highest building in the school, the downstairs is the dwarf pine, the dwarf pine loss is very green, the pine needles with the color of the emerald, looking like a green two little giants stood in the administrative building, looking at every person entering and exiting, the pine needles with the color of the emerald, looking like a green two little giants stood in the administrative building, looking at every person entering and exiting. The following, looking at the entry and exit of each person.
Looked at, has gone to the carport, I put their own bicycles. Alone, I walked towards the classroom, and while walking along the road, I saw a building unlike any other.
The building was the city gym. The outside of the gymnasium is different from other buildings, the gymnasium has two doors, both doors are about the same size, there are a few holes in the wall, with a layer of glass to touch the inside of the gymnasium is better, the bottom of the two basketball hoops, there is a floor made of wood. There is also a layer above, the top is to watch the game below with.
Walked to the school building, heard the sound of reading aloud, a look at the bad almost late, I ran quickly to the classroom, quickly hand in the homework, where reading, read a while, the outside scenery attracted me, I saw a few small trees without leaves outside, seems to have been withered, can see a few larger trees, the tree is very green, the following is hairy, the name of this book here I don't know, but in our old country is called the palm tree, but I don't know. But in our old country it is called a palm tree. This tree in our old home there is a small story, in the original Dragon Boat Festival, our family as long as the package dumplings, but in the original with paper package feel waste, at this time there is a person, he put the palm tree leaves, the side of the leaves scattered, with the middle of the A silk to package, so we there are called this tree palm tree.
This is the morning of the campus.
Morning Excellent Essay 7Early in the morning, facing the early sun, close my eyes, open my arms, and let this fresh crisp green percolate into my chest.
Last night's night sky drizzled, and I don't know why I suddenly woke up then. The sound of the rain sound into the ear, the rain drops into the heart, like a gurgling brook slowly flow to all parts of the body. I love rainy days. Before the start, that not too thick clouds, layer up clouds; that drift in the sky earth's air, with the excitement of the upcoming baptism, everywhere running wild; that the breeze in the small trees, in the non-stop swaying, as if to say, the rain ah, you come on; that the road strolling me, but also looking forward to the arrival of the spring rain. The sky after the rain is slightly lonely, but more fresh, the sadness is also in this breeze after becoming shy, temporarily hide!
The four seasons in the north are so clear that it is only after I came here that I felt it. Spring's newborn give you unlimited vitality, summer's green and hot can always make you sit down uneasy, fall leaves are flying in the sky, bring you sadness that is self-evident, and winter's barren and cold will make you quiet, reverie a lot.
Sitting in the classroom, through the clean glass window, looking out of the window that a smear of new green, so that just from the winter struggled to come to my heart for a long time. Row after row of trees in the dance of the branches, swaying thin green leaves; a grass in the sky to grow, as if to declare that they are not subject to the role of gravity in general; there is also a stroll on the path of the passers-by, they are afraid of a long time have not been so quiet to appreciate the surrounding scenery it! After the clouds were broken by a group of spring swallows, revealing a white.
In this vibrant spring scenery, all the annoyance and sour, nothingness and mania, are all gone. The only thing here is to meditate on the fresh air and leisurely stroll through the green clouds. This timely spring rain not only washed the earth, but also baptized our busy and down soul.
The morning of summer, the park rose a layer of mist, far away, like a young girl wearing a light veil, hazy and beautiful. As usual, I followed my mom and dad to the park for a walk.
In the park, there are a lot of people who get up early to exercise. Some of them are dancing with cheerful music, some are playing shuttlecock, some are playing badminton, and some are jogging around the artificial lake. Children like to fly kites. This side, you put a "little swallow", over there, I put a "big centipede", the sky is lively, the ground you catch up with me, laughter, more lively.
The sun rose, the sunshine sprinkled on the surface of the lake, the lake immediately as if by magic. Far away is pink, near is yellowish, the left is lime green, the right is azure ...... as beautiful as a rainbow. The other side of the lake, full of big lotus leaves, like a big disk, crowded. A pink lotus flower, or open, or shy, from the green lotus leaves under the smiling face. Looking at, I suddenly feel as if I have been in a dream world.
Unconsciously, the sun climbed a little higher, the temperature also followed the rise. But I'm not afraid of it. Turned into the park east of the woods, a cool air immediately came, really comfortable! The further you go, the more lush the trees grow. The sunlight through the treetops scattered a field of gold, bright, dazzling, I can not open my eyes. Thick branches and leaves to all the noise are blocked outside the woods, I simply close my eyes, quietly listening to this wonderful morning: rustle, is the wind in the forest chase play it; chirp chirp, must be the birds in the branches of the competition singing it ......
Ah, a brand new day from the beginning of this wonderful morning!
Morning Excellent Essay 9When it comes to the most memorable and exciting morning for me, it has to be the morning of the day when I went to the airport to catch my flight. Why? Then listen to me slowly down!
One morning during winter vacation, my family got up really early to catch the 7:15 a.m. flight to Chengdu.
I woke up and couldn't get back to sleep. My mom heard me rolling over and rushed over, saying, "You're waking up too early for this!" I said, "Uh-huh! What time is it?" "It's only four o'clock, you sleep a little more!" Mom said. But I couldn't go back to sleep, so my mom told me to lie down with my eyes closed for a while. 4:30 I got up on time.
I usually always stay in bed endlessly, but today is different, I got up from the bed in a flash, and got dressed in half a minute a piece of clothing speed. When I brushed my teeth and washed my face, my mom was busy in the kitchen, and our family quickly finished breakfast. I helped my dad carry our large bags toward the door, changed into shoes that would allow us to walk the distance, and each pulled a suitcase toward the intersection.
When we got to the street, there were hardly any pedestrians, and the streetlights on both sides of the road were still on! Our family arrived at the meeting place at a brisk pace, got into a pre-booked cab, and headed for the airport.
About an hour later, the cab took us to Lukou Airport, where the hall was brightly lit and there were many people waiting to board their flights at 6:00 am.
7:15, we took the plane to the blue sky, this is really a let me thrive and unforgettable morning.
Morning Excellent Essay 10A nightmare, as the saying goes, is a particularly horrible dream, but for me, it is not. For me, getting up is a horror. Getting out of bed in the morning for me is two words: torment. The paragraph introduction sets the stage for what follows.
No, I can't get up again. In the morning, I slowly opened my eyes and squinted to see the alarm clock. Oh, so it's only 6:15 ah, sleep again, it's still early! I was in a daze and slept for a while longer.
I snapped my eyes open, my eyes locked on the alarm clock again, ah, six thirty! Why don't I just sleep a little longer. Thinking, I closed my eyes again, in fact, my heart is still thinking, as long as later move faster, not as slow as before so that I can earn back a little time. "Yin Jiawen, it's getting late, get up!" Mom let out a lion's roar. "Later, I'll get up right away!" "Then I don't care if you're late later!" "Don't worry, I'll get up!" This pissed me off for having wake-up calls!
How can mom just sit back and do nothing? She's a "knife mouth, bean curd heart" and she can't possibly care that I'm late! This is not, mom like pulling carrots, I was pulled out of bed to down, I put on the clothes, wobbling into the bathroom, brushing teeth, washing face. I moved slowly, as if to piss my mom off! "You move faster! Look what time it is!" "It's not just now!" I pointed to the clock, "Six...six forty-five?" I can't imagine that time has passed so quickly! But I'm still in a daze.
"Gulp, gulp, gulp," I drank a glass of water, and then I ate breakfast. I had a bowl of soy milk and an egg pancake. "So full!" I said rubbing my stomach. Now I seemed to be full of blood. But I'm sure I'll have to come back from the dead again in the morning.
Morning Excellent Essay 11This year's Dragon Boat Festival was coincidentally timed to coincide with the day of the college entrance examination. I don't know if these schoolchildren who are out to take the test without their mom's dumplings will feel sorry for them. My sister is also taking the test, and she has traveled from Linjiang to Baishan to take the test, so I wish her success.
The night before, I set my alarm for four o'clock. I thought I could get up early, take a comb and towel to the river to wash my face, pat my eyes with the river water, and then fold a few branches of willow, pick a few branches of artemisia, weaving in and out of the half-half-human-high dam-side grass, my clothes wet with dew ...... But, but, but, my alarm clock didn't go off! The batteries had just about run out, leaving me to sleep until I woke up naturally at six o'clock! Geez! What a shitty battery, just keep fighting for another two hours (the alarm clock went on strike at 2:30am)!
Got dressed in five minutes, scratched my hair with my fingers, tied my holster on, and couldn't wait to run to the alley. Ah, it was beautiful! The eaves of every house are inserted with willow, wormwood, oil green, green, swinging in the breeze, in the middle of the door on the willow, but also tied with a red cloth and small broom, beautiful, small broom only with a line connected, blown by the wind as if it is going to fall down the appearance of a few families also hung a small red paper lanterns.
Inadvertently looked down, the wrist has been tied with a colorful line, oh, and dear mother in my still immersed in the dream quietly tied. Speaking of colorful thread, it reminds me of the language class on the "Dragon Boat Festival Duck Eggs", which is written in the text that the colorful thread dipped in the water to the wrist are dyed color. If it is now, the street sells the kind of ready-made bracelet type of colorful line, surely will not put the wrist stained, but there is no point, the wrist, neck dyed a line, is also the Dragon Boat Festival unique `interest ah.
Clearly remember, when I was about ten years old, the Dragon Boat Festival, there are always many children in the hutongs, early in the morning to take the eggs, duck eggs out of the top of the egg, each with their own bag of incense, eating their own broken eggs, joyful and encouraging.
Standing on the stone where I once stood, thinking back to the top of the egg when the triumphant look, can not help but laugh out loud ......
The stomach grumbled, "home to eat dumplings!" Mom stood at the door and shouted at me, suddenly remembered that when I was a child, it was the same, in the morning of the Dragon Boat Festival, to be called by my mother before I would go back.
morning excellent essay 12Early in the morning, I came to the campus, there seems to be no noisy noise, only that cool and quiet.
When I got to the campus, I was facing the square, and I saw the administrative building that the typing on it was: everything for the students, and when I saw these words, I thought of our teachers working hard for us to learn.
I am walking to the small garden, many trees and many, many grasses, and beautiful flowers with fragrance, fixed God I saw the camphor tree, I thought if the winter, camphor tree certainly not cold, because it has a lot of hair, the top of the tree leaves like a fan, the dirty gas to drive out, so that students breathe fresh air.
I went to the playground, a piece of it was all grass, but early in the morning I saw many birds eating grass there, as if the angels had come to catch the little rabbits and take them all away. The birds were chirping in the morning to make people get up and go to school so they wouldn't be late.
In the morning, when the sun rises, as if the fireball hit us, in front of a few bare but next year he is going to grow new branches and leaves to come, I unknowingly touched it, such as hard stone day and night guarding this campus, no matter how hard it rains, scrape the wind, which is guarding this we know that it is old.
Walked to the science and technology building there is armed with everything, to the geography teacher's door, where a few small tables, are stone, and small chairs next to flowers and grasses everywhere, very beautiful, very beautiful, where there is a marble like the shape of a gecko.
Instantly, to the most beautiful place, there are osmanthus flowers, that is my favorite place, smell the smell so much want to eat something, the flowers have honey, very fragrant, this is God gave us the most fragrant flowers, it is really hard to resist.
There is so much beauty in the morning, in every place, I wish it was every morning, how wonderful it would be!
The morning after the rain, some wet, but more serene and harmonious, more fresh and beautiful, more likely to intoxicate people
The wind is still so light and quiet, softly, but more of a warm and cozy; rain, long gone, but the eaves of the water droplets are still ticking tick tock. For this morning added a lot of fun!
This morning, as if it is wonderful, everything seems to be wet. Do not believe it? You see! That mountain, that tree, that grass, that flower, that soil, that house. Doesn't it all carry rainwater? After a long night of rain, everything is refreshed and lively, bringing vitality to the whole earth! The birds are singing louder and crisper! People are also up earlier and busier than ever, yet the rooster crows later than ever.
Except for the place where the sun rises without a mist cover, all the mountains, are like a fairy tale like a miraculous mist, those morning fog around all the mountains, very dense, very dense, so that you can not tell where the top of the mountain, it seems to be connected to the sky. And it seems to be for the mountain just after the shower to wipe the body, but it is just a little bit of momentum.
It should be the reason that all the fog has gone to the mountain, right? The whole village is much brighter than before, but the sun has not yet broken through the cover of clouds, but still radiates the sunlight, still so warm and soft. All the plants were illuminated, and the water droplets on the plants, glittering and glittering, were as bright and crystal clear as pearls and jewels. It added a lot of luster to all the plants! At this time, the distant rooster's crow resounded throughout the village, announcing the beginning of a new day to the people.
The only smoke was the wisps of light smoke that rose from the chimneys of the houses as they cooked breakfast, carrying the aroma of the meal, mixed with the scent of grass, and the fragrance of various flowers, and the smell of earth. All in the slightly moist air brewing, are brewing this rainy morning unique fresh, a beautiful mood, a harmonious world.
The wind, still blowing, became more slight; water droplets are still ringing, but the sound is more hoarse, the sun shines, more and more intense, the moist air has become dry and hot.
Morning Excellent Essay 14This morning the leader came to our school and gave us interesting stories, of which my favorite is the last.
The story is like this: it was a six (three) class Xiaoming got a cold, after class he wanted to spit, so he spit on the handrail in the corridor, who knows? The spit fell right on the head of the "Three Drunks" of the six (first) class. (nicknamed "three drunken", is the school's most naughty students) "three drunken" look at the dirty and smelly spit, angry face green one, purple one, rushed upstairs to the six (two) class of people feel very aggrieved, and all complained that their own class time are doing homework. "Three drunk" only then ran to the six (3) class, he came to the door of the six (3) class, cursing, what son of a bitch ah these swear words are used. Finally, Xiaoming stood out, said he vomited, "three drunk" asked him to help him wash his hair, so Xiaoming had to come to the toilet to wash his hair.
In the afternoon, when Three Drunks came home, his father asked him why his hair was so wet. "Three Drunk's father was very angry and said that spit on the head would bring bad luck. He said that if he spit on his head, it would be bad luck, and that if he had any bad luck this week, he would blame it all on his classmate.
The next day, "three drunk" and two students to bike, "three drunk" in the middle of the road riding a bike, the result, an accident, amputation of a foot ......
" hahaha, hahaha -" the story is not yet finished, we openly laughed. Although it is very funny, but left us a profound truth: you can not spit, and you can not believe in superstition, we must believe in science.
Today's morning was spent in the story and learned a lot of knowledge, isn't it special?
Morning Excellent Essay 15Open your eyes, into the eyes of their own room, take a deep breath, well, the air is really good, quickly get up, wash up and organize their clothes, ready to go to school. A beautiful Monday began, walking on the road, those who carry the uncle are smiling at me, I smile slightly shaking my head to refuse.
Every day I take the bus to school, but Monday was an exception.
What is Monday? A new beginning every week, a source of energy every week. For me Monday morning is very important. Because it's about my mood for the week. Today is the seventh week since my junior year, and seven, I love that number. Walking down the path on my side of the house, I take out my headphones and play music, a happy song that brings up a jumpy mood. Walking on the path that you can see from time to time, you will not feel bored, and even the rain that falls from time to time also has a unique flavor.
The surface of the road is not flat but uneven, some if the big and small stones like this road is embellished with an ink stain. The grass alongside the road is also blown by the wind swaying slightly, as if to the passer-by hello. From time to time, the dog also ran out of the barking. There are not many pedestrians, but they are all fresh-faced. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the newest version of the game, and you'll be able to see the newest version of the game.
Walking through the uneven path is a shortcut straight through the school, a building cover but never cover the sky, look up and see some birds walking in the air, and sometimes sing a few songs of joy, the morning sky is not blue but very white so pure.
After a while, the path became gentle, the music unconsciously also became a slow rhythm, footsteps gradually slowed down, the corner of the mouth seemingly hooked up, a beautiful happy arc. There are many small stores along the roadside, into the often go to the home to buy a sugar into the mouth, really sweet.
Less than a moment, they saw the school entrance has been a lot of students come one after another. Looking back at the road from today, a smile lifted his bag and walked into the campus.
Monday morning road, every week to go but never feel boring.