In ordinary study, work, and life, everyone often comes into contact with compositions. According to the characteristics of propositional writing, compositions can be divided into propositional compositions and non-propositional compositions. So how to write a good composition? The following are the excellent compositions on Jingzhe that I have collected for everyone. They are for reference only. Let’s take a look together. Excellent composition of Jingzhe 1
On a drizzling night in the south of the Yangtze River, I hold a pot of fragrant tea in my hand and listen to the sound of rain outside the window; I read thousands of volumes of poetry in my hand and appreciate the literati of ancient and modern times, each leading the way. So the slanting wind and drizzle didn't need to return, and everything calmed down leisurely. Will you still be impetuous?
Are you still impetuous? In the embrace of nature. Maybe we are walking through high-rise buildings made of cement and steel bars during the day, and the green spaces are just isolated islands in the gray, and we cannot stop and taste them quietly. But on that foggy rainy night in the south of the Yangtze River, we can sit by the window and listen to the sounds of nature. The ripples in my heart are spreading, a pot of tea is faint, and a cup of rain is clear. The wet green leaves are connected together. Looking at it at night, there is a hint of green in the black shadow. All the impetuousness was washed away by the rain, leaving only tranquility and pure heart.
Are you still impetuous? In those poems that are either pure and graceful or heroic. There are profound thoughts there, the Zhaohua of the ancients. On a rainy night, it is like "the blue sea has no waves, but there is a road in the distance." Looking back, I can see in my heart that the rain has gathered into streams and merged into the rivers, and I have the heroic feeling of "the river is going eastward". Turn sideways, the breeze blows by, turn the page of your poem, and "the willow wind will not blow on your face" will appear on the page... The rain is miserable, it is "the lonely phoenix tree deep in the courtyard locks the autumn"; the rain is majestic, and there is "I Thinking about "searching from top to bottom". All the impetuousness is dispelled by the fragrance of ink. In the quiet night, only a poetic charm and tenderness are left.
Are you still impetuous? In the cycle of history. Recalling a dynasty and savoring a period of time, your thoughts will be like wind or light, traveling through centuries or across oceans. The quiet air blows on your face, which is the historical sediment of Soochow
; the chrysanthemums are quiet, it is Tao Yuanming's relief; the earthy breath is dense, you can see Mao Zedong pointing the country, the Red Army overcoming difficulties... all the impetuousness They were all wiped out by the wise thoughts and grand ambitions of historical figures; at the end of history, only a piece of sobriety and a piece of reason were left.
Are you still impetuous? In the tranquility that is everywhere. The world can be impetuous with the impetuous heart, and calm with the calmness of the heart. Excellent composition of Jingzhe 2
"Spring rain shocks spring and clears the valley sky, summer is full of awns and summer heat is connected, autumn is dew, autumn is cold and frost falls, winter snow is snowy and winter is cold." These four short sentences contain twenty-four This solar term is also the crystallization of the wisdom of the working people of our country. Among them, my favorite solar term is the Jingzhe. In its own unique way, it awakens animals and plants, shows people their vitality, and brings people the surprise of spring.
"The Waking of Insects is coming, and thunder is coming." The drum-like spring thunder wakes up the plants on the earth. The rain fell "pat pat pat", splashing water when it fell on the ground. The grass naughtily poked its green head out of the wet soil, the willow tree pulled out its bright yellow buds, and the spring bamboo shoots also sprouted their pointed heads. The sleeping creek woke up and sang "Hua Hua" at the same time. Cheerful songs, while running non-stop into the distance.
The rumbling thunder also woke up hibernating animals. The little bear turned over, lowered his head and touched his flat belly, lazily crawled out of the hole, and came to the river to catch fish. The squirrel rubbed its confused eyes, looked at the few grains in the hole, and jumped out of the hut. The frog looked at the rain outside the cave and croaked twice. In response to the sound of the rain, it formed a beautiful and crisp music, singing to celebrate the arrival of spring.
In the fields, the farmer uncles are also rushing to do farm work. Some are fertilizing the rapeseed fields, some are raking the soil, some are storing water, and some are sowing seeds. A picture of A lively and energetic labor scene. Everyone is working hard and hopes to have a bumper harvest this year.
Jingzhe, you are so beautiful and lively, how could I not like you, how could I not be intoxicated by you? Excellent composition of Jingzhe 3
Spring is a bit quiet, as calm as the water. But it always makes people indulge in happiness and forget to strive for progress.
Under the eaves, under the green tiles, swallows bring spring in their mouths. The children in the alley are still reciting some outdated ancient poems in the ancient alleys: "The pear blossoms are pale and white, the willows are green and new, and the catkins fly all over the city."
"When I was having fun playing with my companions, I was taken home by my mother in the house. As I closed the door, I said: "Go home quickly, today is the Jingzhe." It will thunder soon. "
I raised my head and saw that the sky was already dark, but not very dull.
I was obsessed with spring, so I walked slowly on the street, intoxicated by the spring air.
Unexpectedly, a spring thunder woke me up, and then a few drops of rain fell. I hurriedly retreated under the eaves of someone else's house, and suddenly I heard a few children crying from upstairs. "Dad, I won't dare to do it next time.
I heard a few more dull male voices: "Tell me, what do you look like?" It's over 70 points again, and you are always living in the middle. Why are you so unwilling to make progress? ”
I smiled knowingly, I don’t know how many times I have seen this scene.
Father’s love is like a stick. Painful but warm. People who often live in spring must I will not be a success.
The thunder stopped, I stretched out my hand from the eaves, it stopped raining, and hurriedly walked by the road. Pedestrians complained: "It's really unlucky. What day is this? It rains at any time." "After that, I hurriedly walked away.
I looked back at the man's back and muttered silently: "Today is the Jingzhe. "
Yes, Awakening of Insects. Although spring is good, it still needs an alarm. Otherwise, how can we make progress? Mencius once said: "Be born in sorrow and die in happiness. "
After standing on the sidewalk for a long time, I walked towards the sun again. In my ears was the beautiful spring thunder of Jingzhe. Excellent composition of Jingzhe 4
A sound of thunder passed by The sky, with a hint of offense, separates spring, awakening thousands of sleeping creatures. It is like the call of spring, telling everyone to welcome the new season.
Spring Thunder is here. There was an explosion above the earth, followed by the sound of thawing spring water. The bear climbed out of the tree hole and roared to the sky to meet the sound of spring thunder and wake up the animals sleeping in winter.
The cuckoos were not to be outdone among them, singing one after another. From time to time, there were one or two hawks' roars, and the cute sparrows were also active in the trees. They were chirping and chirping, and from time to time they could be seen walking through the woods. Various small insects and earthworms emerged from the ground, constantly renovating the frozen soil in the harsh winter. They were all busy using their voices and actions. Welcome the arrival of spring.
Awakened by a touch of green, they quickly burrowed into the ground and quietly popped up. After looking around and seeing that there was no danger, they sprung up like bamboo shoots after rain. They are growing wildly. The flowers are afraid of falling behind, and they are vying to sprout and bloom. There are several flower bushes beside the grass, and together they present a fresh and elegant scene, full of life and beauty.
The period of the Waking of Insects is also a time to awaken people. After staying at home for almost a winter, the Waking of Insects sweeps away everything, bringing with it the surprise of spring. In the bright spring days, as people are busy day by day, they also start a new year of life. This is the revival of the heart, making people more sensitive, active, energetic, and happy from the depths of the earth. The rising vitality is mixed together, making every day more exciting.
Jingzhe comes and goes in a hurry. It is just a sign of the arrival of spring, but it brings about the revival of all things. Countless hopes. "The Jingzhe has passed, but it has left a year of laughter."
A clear and loud thunder awakened the earth with goodwill. All living things are like a sign of spring, reminding them to open their sleepy eyes to welcome the new season - spring.
Spring thunder explodes in the woods, followed by the "ding-ding-dong-dong" of the creek. "The sweet singing. The chirping of birds and insects is continuous, as if they are responding to Uncle Lei, and they seem to be performing their own work. They respond, talk and laugh, and even call Shangfeng, Yu and other friends to come and listen to the spring song.
The flowers, plants and trees were awakened. They had been sleeping all winter, soothing their muscles and bones. They dressed themselves up in front of the sun and gave Mother Earth a beautiful coat. The earth also accepted the spring rain. Moisturizing, fragrant and extremely gorgeous.
The breath of spring is getting stronger and stronger. Peach blossoms and plum blossoms rushed to catch up with the bright sunshine. The strong floral fragrance attracted many passers-by, and their feet stopped involuntarily. Some people took group photos, hoping to keep the scenery in their cameras forever, some recited poems and painted paintings and were intoxicated by it, and some watched silently, unable to bear to touch a petal. The sky has also changed in a different way, the blue is transparent, the white is pure, and the sunshine is also particularly bright. The coldness in the air has escaped, and the birds are bathing in the warm sunshine and happily chatting with their friends, singing and dancing.
When the Jingzhe Festival comes, farmers are also busy. As the saying goes: "When it comes to the Jingzhe Festival, the cultivated land cannot rest." The farmers carried hoes to bury wheat and vegetable seeds into the land, and also fertilized and watered them. Water, so hard work! Although they were sweating profusely and exhausted, they were very pleased and looked forward to a round and plump harvest of every seed in a few months.
Not only does the earth change in spring, but the children also start to work hard. The teacher said: "The plan for the year lies in spring." This is a good season for learning. We held books and read the text loudly, and the campus was filled with the sound of books.
The Waking of Insects is a solar term when the earth begins to take on a new look, when flowers, plants and trees begin to show themselves, and it is also a good solar term when young people begin to work hard. Excellent composition of Jingzhe 6
Winter goes and spring comes, like this every year. A gust of wind blew by, and I smelled the breath of spring, so fresh.
The animals and plants that have been sleeping all winter have not yet awakened, because they are waiting for that day to come and the sound of thunder.
It is rainy and heavy, this is the portrayal of my mood. No need to guess, I must have been criticized by the teacher. Just like this, I made my parents and teachers worry about me because of my many unsatisfactory grades, but I didn't care at all. Because I didn’t take studying seriously.
This incident reached the ears of grandma who was lying in the hospital bed.
My grandma raised me and took care of me, but the disease still came to her.
The phone rang and I answered it without hesitation.
"Child, it's me."
The trembling voice on the other end of the phone seemed to tug at my heartstrings.
"Grandma, how are you lately?"
But grandma didn't answer, and I knew she was angry.
"Child, you must pay attention. Your grades have plummeted, aren't you anxious? Grandma told you that you must persevere in your studies. People nowadays seem to be asleep, and it's time to wake up... …
Although my grandma’s words were a bit disorganized, I still understood.
My grandma’s face vaguely appeared in front of my eyes, and her eyes had lost the brilliance they once had. Yeshen, that black head has long been affected by the disease and fell to the ground. But her words are still so powerful, giving people the urge to fight.
I wake up, and you gradually follow the earth. I have regained myself; I have woken up, and I have my own new goal; I have woken up, and I am stepping towards success.
Jingzhe, everything revives, and I also wake up. A sound wakes up the animals and plants, and grandma's words wake me up... Excellent composition of Awakening of Insects 7
"The thunder of spring makes all things grow. "This is the season of Jingzhe. Jingzhe is the third solar term among the twenty-four solar terms. Spring thunder awakens hibernating animals. The weather is getting warmer and most parts of China have entered the spring plowing season.
In my hometown in the countryside , every time when the Jingzhe comes, every household will bring out their own drums and carry them to the village square. With the rumble of thunder, the men beat the drums vigorously and rhythmically. The women and children sang and danced happily. According to the old people in the village, "The insects screamed and the rice piled up." "The louder the drum beats, the more prosperous the family will be in the new year.
At noon, each family will put away the drum and return home to cook a sumptuous lunch. Eat well. , to prepare for the whole village to go out to work in the fields in the afternoon. At about one o'clock in the afternoon, all the men, women and children in the village were in high spirits as the village chief's horn blew. We walked into the fields. Everyone sang folk songs loudly, shouted and cheered for themselves.
At the end of the field, men will roll up their trousers and sleeves. Then, we got busy working in full swing. Some cultivate the land, some plant seedlings, and some plant melons and beans... forming a dynamic, natural and harmonious farming picture.
The setting sun kisses the western mountains, and the chirping of birds returning to their nests will wake up people who are intoxicated with their busy life. While everyone was talking about spring plowing, they packed up their farm tools and went home.
It is exactly "a thunderbolt startled snakes and insects, and a few bursts of Xiaoxiao dyed green and red. The south wind of Jiujiujiang River brings warmth, and the green fields start to plow in the spring." Jingzhe, he awakened all things with bursts of thunder, bringing vitality and passion to the earth. Excellent composition of Jingzhe 8
"Mom, is the water hot?" Grandma raised her head and asked Grandma. Grandma shook her head with difficulty, so Grandma sat on the brown-red wooden stool and washed Grandma's feet. That stool was grandma's dowry when she got married. It was engraved with exquisite patterns, and the originally shiny color had faded over time.
The cool breeze blew against them, and grandma stretched out her hand to slowly straighten her hair that was messed up by the wind. Grandma raised her head and smiled innocently at Grandma like a child. Then she got up, staggered to the window, closed the window, and sat back on the stool.
Grandma’s saliva flowed down from the corner of her mouth and dripped into the wooden basin. Grandma noticed the ripples in the water, looked up, and laughed. She got up immediately, wiped her hands, and wiped grandma's mouth with the handkerchief beside her. She gently rubbed Grandma's feet. Those are such small but weathered feet, three inches of golden lotus, the bones of the feet must have been bent. Grandma gently scooped up the water and put it on the wrinkled and somewhat shrunken feet.
A song suddenly sounded in my ears. It was my grandma humming softly, and she shook her head and sang along. This is... the lullaby that my grandma used to coax me to sleep when I was a child! As I listened to this familiar tune and watched my grandma playing the beat, I felt an inexplicable feeling in my heart.
I just kept leaning against the door. My father put his arms around my shoulders from behind, handed me a piece of clothing, and said, "Go and put some clothes on your grandma. She was patronizing my grandma and forgot about it." She lost herself. "I took the loving dress and put it on my grandma. Grandma looked at me lovingly and smiled.
Grandma’s action of lifting her hair, grandma’s behavior of wiping her saliva, father’s clothes... they are just feet washing, but like a chain link, they integrate the love of four generations. together.
Is this the Waking of Insects? Accidental pictures and inadvertent movements woke me up. This sting awakened me. It turns out that love can be passed on, and it turns out that love is long-lasting.