Prose composition

No matter in study, work or life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with writing, which can improve our language organization ability. You have no clue when you write a composition? The following are 8 essays I have carefully arranged. Welcome to read them. I hope you will like them. Essay composition 1

"Brother, come and see, the fish has dumped its son!" My brother's cry of surprise led me to the fish tank. A ceramic tile prepared by my grandfather at the bottom of the tank was covered with hundreds of round khaki roes several times smaller than a small grain of rice. Is this the original source of life for the "map" fish? Grandpa is very experienced in moving the roe out of the fish tank and putting it in a big basin with suitable water temperature, because the big fish will eat their roe by themselves after dark. The next day, after school, I hurried home to observe the roe. How wonderful! Those round little things in the basin are shaking in the same place. I can't believe that these things without heads and tails are alive.

Two days later, many small fish have a thin tail that is almost transparent, and they can be free from the original place. I asked my grandfather curiously what they eat, and he told me that the shell outside the roe can provide them with nutrition for the first few days, and they can't eat by themselves until the small fish grow out. Sure enough, two days later, the head of the small fish hatched, and they finally completed the process of changing from "son" to "fish". Things are even more troublesome in the future. Small fish are too small. At first, they can only live by drinking soybean milk. We must master the ratio of soybean milk to water, keep the water temperature appropriate, and change the water in time to prevent the quality of soybean milk fermentation from getting worse ... In a few days, we can add some crushed egg yolks to the water. After a few days, my grandfather fished back small paramecium from the lake for them to eat. Many small fish with weak bodies died one after another, but those small fish with strong vitality survived. A month later, a group of lucky surviving small fish moved. Grandpa separated the big fish tank into two halves. Small fish and their parents lived in the same fish tank facing each other across the net. Watching the big fish greedily crash into the net and want to eat the small fish, I couldn't help but sympathize with their ignorance. It was their own children. Low-level animals really had no feelings. Now three months have passed, and the small fish we cultivated by ourselves have grown up. Seeing them grow from a little bit to ten centimeters long, watching them slowly change from monotonous black and white to color, and growing gorgeous patterns on their bodies, I am not proud. How much attention and effort is involved in every life? I can't help thinking that it is still so hard to feed a small fish. What kind of hard work should our parents and teachers pay for our growth? There are fish in my family that have just grown up, from which I not only saw their growth process, but also realized a truth. You have to pay to gain, and you should know how to be grateful to those who have paid for us. Essay composition 2

The familiar bell for class broke the silence in the classroom. I opened the window and a cold wind blew a winter painting into it. Looking up from afar, the winter scenery there is as beautiful and pure as a dream ...

Snow is the spirit of winter, and it is as colorful as spring flowers. Snowflakes fall on trees and grass, and the world is all white with silver. On the playground, groups of teenagers are having snowball fights in full swing, and the snowballs flying in the air and the laughter add a colorful touch to the winter painting.

Chu Qing is the most beautiful winter scenery after snow. The winter sun is not as pale and hot as xia yang, but always brings a warm golden sunshine to the world. The sun shines on the snow, and the snow also reflects gold, and it is slightly mixed with some lovely pastels. Small ice crystals on the snow shine like stars in the sky. The mounds in the playground site were soaked by melting snow water, and they also showed brown and red in the sun, showing a bit of solemnity.

Groups of magpies stopped at the treetops, quietly enjoying the snow scene in early winter. In the sunset, their white necks seem to be inlaid with an orange-red edge, and their white bellies also reveal charming gold. Then, they spread their wings and flew away, leaving only the branches swaying gently in the wind, throwing off a few yellow or green leaves, which swirl and fall into the moist soil.

Looking down at the pines, branches and needles under the window, like strong hands, holding up thick layers of white snow, I suddenly remembered the sentence "Heavy snow presses the pines, and the pines are straight and upright". There is also the snow on the roof, with a series of footprints printed on it, which are the footprints left by birds. Look at the hurried footsteps. Where is it going? Is it going to fly to the warm sky in the south, or can't wait to enjoy the beautiful scenery of Chu Qing after the snow?

The snow and ice gradually melted in the sunshine, and the world slowly revealed her beauty. After the snow, the pine needles no longer shine green, but become dim and even significantly gray. A few days ago, the trees along the road were covered with thick yellow and green hair, but now only a few dead leaves are left hanging on the branches alone, shaking their thin bodies in the cold wind, and the path has already been covered with colorful deciduous carpets. It's foggy in the distance, and it seems to be covered with a layer of light orange gauze.

leaning against the window and looking at the northwest, the vague outline of my alma mater seems to come into view gradually. The first snow this year was so beautiful, I vaguely remember us crowding into the corridor and admiring the picturesque winter scenery. Now, the leaves that have accompanied us for more than 1 days and nights have turned into dirt, right? Looking at it again, I can't see anything in the distance except one high-low building after another. The ice has melted and people have dispersed, leaving the memory of that winter lingering in my mind for a long time, refusing to fade away ... < P > The winter scene in the classroom window, like a dream, has brought me closer to this most beautiful winter. Essay composition 3

Between the mountains and rivers, on the side of the ancient temple, there is an inn.

Gardens, pavilions and cloisters. Decorate with logs and fill the garden with herbs. Choose every stone and pick every flower and tree.

Begonia is planted in front of the courtyard. In early spring, the mountain breeze blows on your face, and the English is colorful.

the fence is made of plum, and the wall is led by rattan. Flowers bloom in early summer, and roses are full of fragrance.

If you see a high slope, you will pile up soil and place stones, and if you see a low slope, you will clear the soil and dig a pool to collect rainwater. The texture of the hilly mountain within a garden can be achieved.

The swimming steps are circuitous, and suddenly it becomes clear. On the flat place, there are many weeds with pink and purple inflorescences, which look like smoke from a distance. In the summer night, fireflies' green light drifts between them, adding to the interest of Shan Ye. Plant easy-to-grow bamboo as a barrier in the scattered place, where the cool wind blows gently and the bamboo leaves whisper.

at the end of the mountain, one door leads to another hospital. Paved with blue tiles, the pebbles are put together into flowers. Put a stone jar, the water surface is clear and round, and the wind and the load are lifting. Potted bromegrass, elm and five-needle pine are placed on the surrounding stone piers, or they are vigorous or elegant, layered on top of each other, and a pot of square inches shows the legacy of ancient rhyme.

on an autumn night, the sky is high and the clouds are light, quiet and serene. In winter and snowy days, a pot of warm wine can be said to be ten parties and three students. A garden is the universe.

between the mountains and rivers, on the side of the ancient temple, there is an inn, where there are five flavors of the world, storms in all directions, floating time, you and me. Essay composition 4

In autumn, how many beautiful cheeks have you crushed, leaving only a wrinkled and rough face. How sad and miserable you are! I don't know how a little girl should choose between pain and happiness. But I know that you still give her a chance to be happy and happy.

On a road full of maple leaves, there is a little girl from a distance, with beautiful hair fluttering in the wind, like a willow tree flowing in a small bridge in a water town in the south of the Yangtze River. Its beautiful wicker flutters in the wind, which is a beautiful scenery. Such poetry, how can't let the poet praise poetry?

when people look at her closely, the steps are heavy and surprising. At first glance, people at the bottom of a society are picking up junk one by one. Soon after watching her, people's tears began to drop like rain. She had only one hand and was mercilessly abandoned by her parents. What a blow to the little girl! But she escaped from the shadow hell of her broken heart, and she can still live strong. Many people will hold her only hand and want to take her home and raise her. Her hand struggled from others' and said with a smile, "Thank you, but I'm still on my own." Many people will turn around and bow their heads, wondering why they can't take her home. Looking at the little girl's rags, the only hand, needless to guess, must be a desolate and miserable orphan. She has not given up her thirst for knowledge. Every day, once she has time, she will go to school, crouch at the window and listen to the kind teacher talking about rich knowledge. How fascinated she is with knowledge, thousands of times better than looking at the beautiful scenery in fairyland, listening to a,b,c and so on to spend this beautiful time.

with a bang, a shiny snow coin fell in front of the little girl. She didn't pick it up. She thought she was not a beggar and didn't need other people's pity. The autumn winds in the south and north blew the beautiful hair of the little girl, and the hair was blown apart. The golden and yellow leaves fluttered with the wind like a boat and slowly fell to the little girl's shoulders. It's already sunset, and the different colors in the sky are interlaced, deep red and light yellow. With the beautiful white clouds, isn't that a beautiful picture of sunset? Isn't it more beautiful to have the beautiful sunset and the autumn wind? This beautiful scenery, such a beautiful scenery, is scattered all over the world. Give it to the little girl, give her the good qualities of being strong, confident and independent. This beautiful little girl, if I were a poet, I would definitely write a unique, beautiful, brilliant and brilliant poem for her! If I were a musician, I would definitely sit at the piano and play the most beautiful and beautiful music in the world for her! If I were a painter, I would definitely paint an unprecedented, most beautiful and artistic painting. Give her a picture of a strong man with both hands to express my admiration for her.

Looking at the little girl coming home, I believe that one day, her efforts will change everything now!

Sad, miserable orphan-The little girl can live by herself now through her own efforts. She doesn't have any complaints. She must think she is happier than anyone now. Autumn! You gave her the opportunity, and now she has successfully passed it. Say you are sad and miserable, but you are still beautiful. Essay composition 5

When we were young, we were a little excited before the Spring Festival. Because, one day in the twelfth lunar month, we will definitely see a middle-aged man wearing an old felt hat, carrying a big black iron gourd at the head of the village, shouting "popcorn". We really can't stand this tempting shouting, so our mother took a liter of white rice and took some firewood to eat popcorn.

The old felt hat carefully shook Bai Sensen's rice from the small mouth of the "iron gourd". After tightening the valve, the "iron gourd" was set up, firewood was added under the machine, and it began to operate. While fanning the roaring fire with a fan, the master kept shaking the "gourd" and looked at the pressure gauge on the crank from time to time. We surrounded him. When the time came, the sitting old felt hat stood up. First, a long cloth bag was tied to the tail of the "iron gourd", and then the machine was supported with its feet. One hand held the long handle and pressed it hard. Only a loud bang was heard, and a heat wave was dispersed in the air with the aroma of rice. The puffed, tender and crisp popcorn was poured out of the long cloth bag by the mother, steaming. At this time, we will be cheering and rushing, holding hot popcorn in our tender hands and sending it to our mouths in a hurry. The lovely fat rice is brittle when our teeth touch, and our tongue melts when we lick it. If saccharin is put, it will have a fragrant sweetness. At that time, even if we eat more, we still feel that we have not eaten enough. Even after the year is over, we are still "gee" aftertaste. As an adult, I am getting farther and farther away from the years when popcorn smells. Although I can often see someone selling popcorn in a big plastic bag on a cart in the street, I occasionally buy some home, but I can't eat the taste of that year.

When I was a child, I only cared about the sweetness of popcorn, but I never thought about the magic of the "iron gourd". Now I like to beat some odds and ends, but suddenly I somehow associate the "iron gourd" that can explode rice flowers with writing. In fact, writing and popcorn are somewhat similar.

When an article is written, it is always necessary to express some thoughts, which are the essence and soul of the article. Like people, if there is no skeleton, there is no place to rely on the flesh and blood. Similarly, if an article is written magnificently, but there is no bones and muscles, what is the difference with the walking dead? It's just a pile of words, or an unintelligible groan. Worthless words make people get nothing, which not only proves the author's shallowness, but also blames the readers, because it is the most inhumane to let readers waste their time and energy in reading fine articles, while wasting others' time. Mr. Lu Xun said: "wasting others' time is tantamount to killing their lives for money." Therefore, it is for Wen Gui's sake. The purpose of writing an article is to be clear about the center, to have substance in words, and to make readers feel, understand and gain. If the thought is vague and the content is empty, if only a few words are rolled around in the text, which makes people feel like chewing wax, then the meaning of writing will be lost, and it will lead to their own misery. It is similar to the fact that the "iron gourd" is filled with the white rice of the main family, and it is fried and fried, but in the end it is a muffled sound, but the original burnt rice is poured out, so the operator will have to pay for the rice of the main family.

the "iron gourd" can't explode the ideal rice flower, which is nothing more than these situations. The first situation is that there are no materials such as rice and corn in the container, which means "there is no goods in the stomach". Therefore, no matter how it is burned and turned, after a detonation, it can only release a burst of baking heat, which only wins a few laughs from spectators. This is like a lot of "fake big empty" articles in online literature. Anyone who has gone to school for a few days and knows a few words dares to take a pen to doodle and use words to be arty and prove that he is a scholar. Scholars are somewhat free and easy to themselves and others. This is the reason why there are more and more literati in China, but fewer and fewer real literati. As everyone knows, writing needs real materials and real knowledge. The so-called "reading thousands of books and traveling Wan Li Road" requires a process of accumulation. As an ancient saying goes, "When you read a book, you will be shocked when you put pen to paper" and "When you read a book, you will be amazed when you put pen to paper". It seems that this kind of kung fu is absolutely indispensable if you want to achieve the effect of "stunning when you put your heart down and read thousands of books quietly. The famous historian Mr. Fan Wenlan's self-encouragement couplet tells the true meaning of reading and writing: "The bench should be cold for ten years, and the article should not be empty."

in the second case, there are white rice and other materials in the belly of the "iron gourd", but there is no fiery barbecue under the machine. There is no burning fire, no expansion and expansion of internal energy, and no matter how fierce or elegant the crank is turned, there is not even the last sound. There is a "scholar" in the west who is addicted to