The east has just revealed the fish belly white, the sleepy vegetable farm by the car "toot" sound awakened, I do not know when, the door of the vegetable farm parked full of all kinds of cars. The morning of the electric food court is lively. Bottle cars, bicycles, motorcycles are discharged neatly. Into the food court, the food court has long been a flow of people, the sound of people. Walking in the food court, as if in the whirlwind of joy. Half a hundred old grandparents and grandmothers with baskets in a leisurely selection, and some hurried young girls, young men, middle-aged women, as if they were a working family. People's faces are full of smiles. Then look at the agricultural products, there are vegetables, aquatic products, meat ...... arranged in a well-organized manner. Look! This side of the vegetable stalls set up a lot of vegetables, white cauliflower like a bunch of beautiful flowers, red tomatoes like a little girl's blushing face, green cucumbers covered with thorns, the head also has a small yellow hat, they also have a crystal dewdrops. Come to buy vegetables people, look at this touch that, they are so tender, so customers love, buy this and want to buy that. Vendors see today's business is so good, all faces smile. Then look at the aquatic area, the basin of fish and shrimp jumping and jumping, splashing a lot of water, look! That a carp in the joyful swimming, as if there is something happy like, suddenly a mesh pocket to fish it up, it struggled, but still did not escape the net, waiting for it do not know what fate. Meat area is also booming business, stall owners are busy, waving the knife, for customers to chop meat, weigh meat, find money .
2. 300 words for writing an essay about a sceneBeautiful Autumn
Last Saturday, I went to Dongshi with my father and mother. On the way, the breeze blew gently . I was so happy.
There are various rows of trees on both sides of the road, and although it's already autumn, you can still see a lot of colorful flowers, red, yellow, white, blue ...... beautiful! Some petals are like a tiny hose, rolled up. Some petals are big and round, like a small orange. Some petals are very small, like a melon. These flowers danced in the autumn wind, as if saying to me: "
Autumn is the season of harvest. The golden color of autumn is filled with the fragrance of flowers and fruits. Walking to the edge of the field, at a glance, all the golden yellow rice. The bunches of rice ears are bending down as if they were a large golden sea. When the autumn wind blew over, the ears of rice undulated and rolled like the waves of the sea. Fruit farmers were picking ripe fruits in the orchard, although they were sweating, but their faces were full of smiles. They were sweating profusely, but their faces were full of smiles. I thought to myself, "We have a good harvest this year. Their hearts must be as sweet as honey!
Autumn, the harvest season is so beautiful!
3. Description of a scene of the composition of 300 wordsMy hometown is a beautiful and rich place, there are scenic fields, there are leafy woods, there is a clear river, there is also a wealth of oil, natural gas, and other resources under the ground ...... but the most fascinating is the four seasons of the charming center of the square.
When the beautiful spring girl came with light steps, the central square suddenly became colorful. Early in the morning, the top of the mist, flowers, plants and trees will be happy to open their eyes, spit out the accumulation of the night's fragrance, raise a bright smile, hoping to meet the first ray of sunshine in early spring.
People have not yet fully enjoyed the warmth of spring, the enthusiasm of the summer like a pugilistic man with eager feet hurriedly came. He sprayed hot air, but also said loudly to the people: "I'm late! I'm late!" However, the heat does not affect the beauty of the center square. The square, a leafy tree held up a green umbrella, this time, the center of the square has become a good place for people to cool off.
September, the delicate autumn girl to the center of the square brought the gift of nature - a piece of golden leaves. Some of the leaves in the air with the autumn wind dancing, as if a small golden butterfly; some of the fallen leaves like a telegram to the people, telling everyone: autumn is here! The whole center of the square as if on a big yellow carpet, have some charm!
Grandpa Winter seems to be a magical magician, he put on a snow-white silver in the cold days to the center of the square. The ground is white, the trees are silver, even the square in the center of the most eye-catching symbol - the red dragon sculpture also put on a silver cloak, more seemingly majestic!
Now, the center of the square has become the hometown of Puyang, a bright landscape, everywhere people linger.
4. Description of a scene about 300 wordsDescription of the spring Jiangnan is beautiful, the wind is very soft, the air is very fresh, the sun is very warm; wheat seedlings in the fields like a sea, starring villages are not sunken boat, crisscrossing the curved river, the river willow spit out shoots, reeds drilled out of the edge of the put when through the green; the river in the water, calm, from the winter of the plain, awakened by nature. The river's calm water, awakened from the winter's purity, was dressed in the colors of nature green and verdant.
First of all, the sunrise of the hillside of the snow in the melting, slowly revealing the yellow and black ground, snow water moist soil, wet last year's grass plant; covered with snow hibernation grass roots wake up and resurrected over, gradually and stubbornly strong push away the old grass plant rotten leaves, and strive to grow up. At the same time, in the fall of previous years, the wind shook down the seeds of grass, but also by the wet soil wrapped, in the grass to colonize the roots, fight for their lives.
This year's festival is naturally a little late, the butterflies are still very weak; butterflies, however, are so upright as soon as they are born. It seemed as if the world was indeed sweet and delightful.
There are only three or four white clouds in the sky that are not too big or too heavy, and the swallows are playing with the white clouds by nailing the little black ones on them. Nature used to look pretty and gay in the spring, like a girl looking into the future; the meadows turned golden, the autumn flowers showed their pale petals, the daisies seldom cut through the meadows now with their white eyes, the tones turned heavy, the sunlight had tilted, letting the orange-yellow and swift shimmering light, and letting the long glittering traces slip into the woods, which, like the draggled robes of the woman who bids you goodbye, are soon over, and the sunshine had been a little too much for her. It soon passes.
When the spring in February and March, light with the slight blowing, such as hair of the rain from the sky sprinkle for no reason, thousands of soft willows, all Shu their yellow-green eyes, red, white and yellow flowers, green grass, green leaves, are like to the bazaar-like rush to gather, the formation of a romantic and incomparable spring, those little swallows, so cute and lovely little swallows, will be from the south also flew in to join this The little swallows, so clever and lovely, also flew in from the south and added to the picture of the exquisite spring scenery, adding a lot of fun to the spring light. The sky is clear and the sun is shining.
Spring girl sunshine are squinting eyes. The new green leaves and the mist and smoke of the fields are like her clothes.
With the pace of her spring, the green grass, breaking out of the ground, simply to stand out of the top of the foot.
It was in the spring, on the eve of the Dai Water Festival, that we came to Olive Dam, which is known as one of the "emeralds" of Xishuangbanna. When we set foot on this land from the Lancang River boat, we immediately felt as if we had come to a natural tropical garden.
Everywhere is the shade of the ramp, flowers. Walking along the paths between villages is like walking along a well-built boulevard, with only the golden light of the sun pouring down from the gaps in the dense foliage.
The spring of the year was even later to leak in the mountains. The peach blossoms were still in bloom; and the roving clouds flew from peak to peak, sometimes stopping for a moment to block the sun, and to teach the flowers and grasses on the ground to take refuge in its shade from the terror of the light.
The shade of the rock and the bottom of the mountain stream are covered with the vine and other anemones. Red, yellow, blue, and purple grasses dotted the green.
Time is like a spinning wheel. Autumn is over.
Winter is over. The gods of spring were pleased to come.
The bees and butterflies are dancing in groups, the birds are singing, and the flowers are spreading on the treetops. The south of the chlorofluorocarbon, this time has been loaded with the exuberance of the flourishing vitality.
This is the season of ten thousand trees. On the distant horizon, standing majestically, is no longer the cold winter.
The old leaves do not have to Zhai bong, or rather do not have to make that tragic self-sacrifice to protect the trees through the cold winter. Here, even the winter sun is as bright as gold, the rain is warm and abundant, and there is inexhaustible nutrients under the surface.
All the trees are dreaming their happy dreams in the breeze.
5. Please students carefully observe the things around them to choose a thing or a scene to write a composition topic sinceSuddenly heard a vibration of the eardrums, a string of thin footsteps, so brittle, so light, afraid of disturbing me.
This sound can not be more familiar, it carries a number of steps of love, running between the two doors. "Squeak", the door gently opened, my mother walked to my side, gently said: "It's not early, go to sleep, don't be exhausted."
"To sleep you go to sleep, do not see that I am busy it!" I said in a bad mood, it seems to be able to vent all the smothered in the heart all the gas. Mother was speechless.
Then there was another sound of footsteps, still so light, so brittle, the difference is that the sound is getting farther and farther away. Alone again, ugh, how can I talk to my mom like that? That would break mom's heart.
My eyes blurred and two tears fell on the book in front of me. At this time, there was a sound of footsteps, only lighter than just now, more brittle ...... This time, my mother brought a cup of steaming tea on my desk and said, "Children, drink tea, refreshing don't get tired of the body."
6. seize a thing or a scene, write a write to participate in the feelings of the Games, 300 words or sonetizens, please adopt my question!!!! Home is the winter furnace, home is the hope of spring; home is the warm embrace, home is the most beautiful paradise.
- the title of the road home, full of wall climbers into the eyes, a green, green, in the hot summer, so that people feel a little cool. I rode my bike just stopped in front of my unit's hallway, abruptly, a lightweight and fast figure swept past my head, I was startled, looked up, is a swallow flew into the hallway; I followed the direction of the swallow flew away, saw in the first floor of the hallway wall, do not know when to build a small bird's nest, a small bamboo basket in general, very detailed.
I looked carefully at the nest, and then I saw a little swallow in the nest, with two pieces of red in the black feathers and pearl-like eyes, the little swallow still sipping its beak, and there was a big swallow next to it, which must be the mother of the swallows, who was feeding the little swallows mouth-to-mouth. The swallow that just flew in must be the father of the little swallow, who put the food he just carried from the outside beside the mother swallow. I immediately felt a warm current, a kind of cozy feeling rose.
This is home! The home, really good! The warmth of the home really makes people fall in love! I was afraid to disturb them, tiptoe, gently up the stairs. Every day after that, we can see this scene: the big swallows mouth with foraging food, flying in and out, murmuring, screaming, adding to our building vitality and love.
Whenever the night falls, and the cold wind blows, three swallows in a small nest, snuggling together, sometimes hugging a ball, chirping and talking about bird language, passing the heart of the fragrance of the flowers, very cozy and quiet look. Home is a warm embrace, home is a beautiful paradise! Home, so good! The warmth of home is so intoxicating!
The swallow's home became a member of our entire dormitory building, the swallow's home and our human family, and harmony **** place, reflecting each other. May all the homes of swallows be cozy, may all the homes of humans be cozy, and may all the homes of the world be cozy.
As I get older, there is a generation gap between me and my parents. I seldom communicate with them, probably because my parents are too concerned about me, they often look at my personal privacy, I have been angry a few times, but never in front of them.
One day back home, into the room, habitually opened the drawer, found the drawer has been turned over, although the rows are very neat, but still I found some of the "beads of horse traces", my diary, I hesitated to think for a long time, only to conclude that it is the mother and father. The more I think the more angry, a brain rushed to the living room, sitting on the sofa in anger, and did not play to the TV watching mom and dad to find a call, just full of anger, dare not say.
The stalemate continued, mom finally opened his mouth: "How to send such a big temper?" "Fake good guy, knowingly!" My heart secretly cursed, but did not squeak. "Your mom is talking to you! You did not hear ah."
Dad saw that I did not respond to mom's words to me yelled and asked. "What's the matter, is it so hard that I don't even have the right not to speak?" I can no longer bear to go down, deliberately said such a sentence to provoke them, said after I feel relieved.
"You child, how do you speak to your parents like this, not respecting them at all!" "And have you ever respected me?" I spoke to them in a roundabout way." "No matter what, we are doing this for your own good."
Mom had a calm and slightly justified said. "For my good, is reading my diary for my good? You have no consent from me? Have you considered my feelings."
I said as I fought back tears. "Whatever we do is right for your good anyway."
Looking at my mom and dad still that justified, I could no longer listen to it, ran into my room, threw the door closed, lying on the bed and cried, the tears can no longer restrain the flow down. Why would they disrespect me like this? Is this love for me? Looking at the family photo hanging on the wall, looking at the parents that kind look, I don't believe it, they really are the old mom and dad? Mom and Dad, please give me a piece of their own blue sky, let me fly free, so that I really have a free growth ladder, really belong to their own ...... "always unique, irreplaceable things: this is the memory of childhood."
Yeah, Duggal is right. Whenever I think back to a silly thing I did as a child, I can't help but smile.
This childish thing started in the summer when I was six years old. At that time, mosquitoes are very much, even pointing mosquito coils to sleep will be mosquito bites.
I couldn't stand it, and I was determined to come up with a good plan to get rid of mosquitoes. I finally came up with a "brilliant idea": mosquitoes do not rely on blood to survive? Then it is very sensitive to the color red! According to this reasoning, then as long as the red color tonight to lure away mosquitoes, you can have a good night's sleep! I laughed at the thought.
Grandma saw me laughing, and asked me why I was laughing so happily. I told her the "plan" in all seriousness.
When she heard it, she laughed too. As she was about to tell me something, I interjected, "In order to accomplish this important mission, please give me a red watercolor pencil."
Grandma, perhaps seeing how persistent I was, dismissed the idea of telling me the truth, smiled and gave me a red watercolor pencil. I picked up the watercolor pen and painted red all over the wooden stairs, cabinets, and walls of the utility room.
It wasn't long before I was done. Tonight, I can finally sleep well! I was so happy to think of it.
The next morning, I woke up in a daze and scratched my itch out of habit. Immediately a thought flashed through my mind - last night was mosquito bites again.
When I got up, I was so angry that I cried and asked my grandmother, "Why doesn't my method work, why?" Grandma stroked my head and told me: "Silly child, mosquitoes rely on smell to know where there is blood sucking, see red and what reaction? Besides, it's dark at night, the mosquitoes can't see it." I thought about it, I think it makes sense, so I stopped crying.
Looking at the walls, wooden stairs, wooden cabinets on the red watercolor, I was dumbfounded, as if this place has just been the "Nanking Massacre" like.
I looked at the walls, the wooden stairs, the red watercolor on the wooden cabinets.
7. Write a scene composition (to write morning, noon and night) 300 wordsSummer is a hot and beautiful season, in the four seasons, I like the summer the most, I like the beauty of summer, like the summer night lively scene.
In the morning of summer, the sky is clear for miles, and the sun turns everything golden, and I turn golden too. The birds in the trees are "chirping".
This time the air is very refreshing, but also with a kind of sunshine after the aroma, make people intoxicated. At noon in summer, the sun is like a big ball of fire, hanging high in the sky, all the heat is poured on the earth, as if to roast the earth like.
The robins on the trees kept screaming, and the clear sound resounded throughout the summer. In the afternoon, the sky is suddenly cloudy, unknowingly blowing a cool wind, followed by a downpour of rain, to bring a burst of coolness to the earth.
In the summer evening, the clear water of the stream is my favorite place, jumping into the water, wash away a sweat, and companions together with the fish to play, not to mention how happy it is! When the night is getting dark, there are more and more pedestrians on the forest path, and the roadside cold drink beach is starting to get busy. In this more lively than the daytime summer night, without the burning heat of the sun, bright moonlight softly shining on the earth, the sky full of stars winking at us.
We always want to play all the time in such nights.
8. Please narrate an event, describe a scene, use a few onomatopoeia, 300 words forIn my memory, my hometown is the most beautiful in the spring time. Spring, it is the time of the recovery of all things, all matters of life are full of vitality from that moment, the willow draws out the shoots, the river ice also melted, even the little swallow also flew back from the far south, it is all so beautiful, thriving, almost every year in the spring I went trekking with my companions to observe the changes in our hometown.
The summer heat often makes people lazy, but we children can not be idle for a moment, and partners with the mountain cicada catching butterflies, tired to rest in the trees, the forest scenery is more beautiful, there are many kinds of birds living and reproducing, there are many beautiful wildflowers, butterflies and bees dancing in the air, everywhere the sound of birds and flowers.
The geese fly south, autumn has arrived, in this harvest season, we also ran to the mountains, not for anything else, just to eat the wild fruits on the mountain, pick wild mushrooms, although the earth will
9. Write a scene composition (to write the morning, midday and evening) 300 wordsSummer is a hot and beautiful season, in the four seasons, I like the summer the most, I like the beauty of the summer, and like the the lively scene at night in summer.
In the morning of summer, the sky is clear, the sun turns everything into gold, and I also become golden. The birds in the trees are "chirping". The air at this time is very refreshing, but also with a kind of sunshine after the aroma, make people intoxicated.
At noon in summer, the sun is like a big ball of fire, hanging high in the sky, all the heat is splashed on the earth, as if to roast the earth as if. The robins on the trees kept calling, and their crisp sound resounded throughout the summer.
In the afternoon, the sky is suddenly dark and cloudy, and before you know it, a cool wind blows, followed by a downpour of rain, bringing a burst of coolness to the earth.
In the summer evening, the clear water of the stream is my favorite place to jump into the water, wash away the sweat, and play with the companions chasing the fish, not to mention how happy!
As the night wore on, there were more and more pedestrians on the forest path, and the roadside cold drinks beach began to get busy. In this more lively than the daytime summer night, without the sun's scorching heat, bright moonlight softly shines on the earth, the sky full of stars winking at us. We always want to play all the time in such nights