A Midsummer Night's Dream Composition

No matter in study, work or life, everyone is familiar with composition. With the help of composition, you can vent your emotions and adjust your mood. I believe many friends are very upset about writing a composition. The following are my collected compositions about A Midsummer Night's Dream, hoping to help you.

A Midsummer Night's Dream Composition 1 Somehow, I am more and more sensitive to some things about love, such as reading some words about love. After reading it, I can't help but sigh: What is love like? The branches are sunny. I have been longing to choose a city to die and meet a person for a long life, but I have not finished these two things.

I am destined to go with the flow at this moment, and now I am like a lonely boat. Sometimes I go downstream, sometimes I go upstream. When I arrive at a harbor, I will stop for a while and have a rest. Maybe I will go ashore to see the scenery on the land and cheer for myself. However, I am destined to wander and stop for a while, just to move forward faster, because I have always had such a picture in my heart, I chose a city to die, I have not met a bald man, and I have to move on.

A person's voyage is lonely, especially on such a night that should make people happy and sweet. What a beautiful word. I couldn't help reciting the poem: Qiu Guang drew a cold screen with a silver candle and fanned a small fan to drive away fireflies. Day and night are as cool as water. Sit and watch the morning glory and Vega. I think at this moment, I am connected with the poet's soul. Watching the moon on Tanabata is endless and beautiful. The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl finally waited for the day when we met at the Magpie Bridge. As bystanders, we are really touched, but it is also so painful to think about ourselves in a blink of an eye. On the midsummer night of Tanabata, I was alone, sitting in front of the window, in a daze. Looking at the couple on the interface, what can I say?

When you are still wandering, you are most likely to be lonely, especially on such a cruel night. So don't sleep, have a rest, meditate for a while, clear your mind and drive away unnecessary delusions. It's not over yet. It's just beginning. You can't stop. You have to go a long way.

All this is destined to be sleepless, and this night is destined to belong to love. Before, I was not interested in such a night. I still go my own way, but with the passage of time and the proliferation of years, my feelings have also increased a little, and sadness has followed. Suddenly I feel very lonely, and I really wish I had someone to accompany me. Let's have a platonic love and have a heart-to-heart communication. Maybe such a request is too high for me. I have accomplished nothing but fleeting youth.

It is my only wealth, but it is not my eternal wealth. It is like a pool of water, which evaporates unconsciously. Before it disappears, I will make good use of it and make it play its greatest value. So falling in love with me now is a luxury. I don't want to be a vulgar person. For the sake of fame and fortune, I forgot that there is love in the world. I don't want to be a casual person. In order to get rid of the temporary loneliness, I make love everywhere under the banner of love. I want to empty my heart and leave a white holy land as my love nest. No matter how long or how long, I will wait for her.

A midsummer night, what a beautiful name. The hot summer has passed, and now the night is the most suitable for people. The name midsummer night is perfect. It's like a fairy tale world, putting people in the world. Love, friendship, affection, all beautiful things, with it, just like a dream, so there is the sweetest dream in the world, a midsummer night's dream.

A midsummer night's dream composition 2 stars, sparkling, brightly lit, water and sky connected.

After crossing the bridge, I looked sideways from the window, and the sky darkened one by one, as if a huge curtain covered the world, but at this time, the play began.

Yaojiang River flows quietly, and the colorful lights along the river are reflected in the sparkling waves, but they seem to fall and shine like the Milky Way.

There are five stars in the sky, but the river is full of stars. The crescent moon is impartial and fixed on the river, which contrasts with the buildings below. The moonlight is bright and boundless, and the river is stained with a layer of white. The sparkling waves break the white jade of a river.

From this point of view, everything in front of us is like the best painting. There is no need to change a point, as long as the photographer clicks and presses the shutter, it is the natural beauty formed by man-made and nature.

"Poor September, the third night, the dew is like a pearl, and the moon is like a bow."

I mumbled something unconsciously, but I felt it was inappropriate. It's early summer. How should I use this poem? A midsummer night, like Shakespeare's characters, you should have the most beautiful dreams.

At present, the whole Yaocheng is like a comfortable dream.

Although the lights are brightly lit and countless people are awake, the cities and rivers have fallen asleep.

And I, how lucky, enjoyed the most beautiful scenery in the most suitable place.

I was in a trance, but I heard the sound of "Hua La" suddenly amplified, and the window was suddenly covered with water droplets. The scenery outside the window is blurred, there is no heaven and earth, only thousands of raindrops fall from the sky and weave obliquely.

I reacted in hindsight, it rained, and summer rain came.

Since it is summer rain, it is famous for its heavy rain and dense raindrops, which come and go quickly. After a while, it rained cats and dogs, and there was some water on the road, which made it inconvenient to drive. I smiled and turned to look at the river in the shade of weeping willows.

After crossing the bridge, driving along the river bank and watching the rain beads stir up thousands of silver waves in the river are also unique.

Although I can't see it clearly, I can still tell the broken jade in the river, which has become a small pearl, hit the stone bank and fell into the river. The weeping willows are not green in the dark night, but the branches are dancing, which is quite strange. The moon has long since disappeared, and it is dark all around.

Wind, rain, the sound of water beating on the stone shore, the sound of surging waves and the sound of swaying trees converge into one. The momentum is huge and deafening.

It's nothing. Every dream has a nightmare. At the moment, Yao Sheng had a nightmare.

However, the next moment, the shower began to rest. All the voices suddenly disappeared. The gurgling sound of running water echoed again; The weeping willows no longer dance wildly and sway gently; After this washing, the moonlight is bright and flawless.

The car has arrived at its destination. I pushed open the door and looked around-

"There is no dust in the river, and there is a solitary moon wheel in the sky."

Quiet dreams once again enveloped this small town, as soft and quiet as "Sleeping Melody" sung by my mother softly. What a wonderful scene this is.

"What night without a month? Where is the weeping willow? But few idle people are like me. "

I smiled again, but it was just a summer rain, but I don't know who is as stupid as me and enjoys this midsummer night's dream?

The moonlight is quiet and the water is flowing; The moonlight is silent and the static shadow is heavy.

Midsummer Night's Dream Composition 3 Midsummer dusk, a person, facing the sea breeze, stepping on the waves, step by step towards the sea.

At this time, the sunset is still like a huge neon lamp, illuminating the horizon of the heartbroken and sprinkling it on the corner of lovers. There are many fish swimming on the sea surface, jumping in droves, causing ripples on the water surface. Under the cover of dusk, did some turtles return to the sea from the soft beach? On the same beach, there are flawless seagulls, and cheerful songs come and go. Perhaps the drunken man's phrase "Sha Ou gets together and swims in the brocade scale" is such an artistic conception!

Suddenly, an overbearing goshawk roared past the water. At that time, those happy fish and shrimps danced more vigorously. Those seagulls who had a good time flew away. Suddenly, the sea looks beautiful: a sunset spreads in the water, half a river rustles, half a river is red, and the fiery sunset dyes the sea red. And those seagulls who fled in a hurry, as well as the panicked fish and shrimp in the sea, seemed to be a lost red warrior. This is really "the sea is wide and the fish jumps, and the sky is high and the birds fly"! Compared with just now, the sunset at this time has dived a little, like a huge jade Jue, competing with the reflection in the sea!

After a moment of panic, the beach and the sea were silent, leaving only the afterglow of the sunset. In a short time, the light of the moon has overshadowed the sunset, and the sky is full of stars, which are clearly discernible. The air is filled with a rare coolness, and it is sucked into the lungs together with the coconut fragrance floating not far away. At this time, such as watery moonlight, bright stars, and sunset almost swallowed up by dusk, all appeared on the sea. "The shadows are shallow and the fragrance floats at dusk."

After half a cup of tea, the sunset is only as big as a bow. Fish in the sea, seagulls in the air, all rushed to the blood-like sunset in the gray-black twilight, looking for the sunrise on the other side of the earth. Whether swimming or flying, you are so desperate, as persistent as a moth. This reminds me of ancient times, the daily wizard Kuafu and the hero who shot at the sun, Hou Yi. Of course, there is also the dance of unity. "Sometimes, some people, some things, know what they can't do ..." My thoughts came back to reality. At this moment, that little sunset has dived below the sea level and returned to another world.

I stayed on the beach for a long time, let the bright moonlight pour on me, let the stars in the sky wear me, and let the refreshing coconut fragrance moisten my lungs. At this time, I feel like a ganoderma lucidum, absorbing the majestic moonlight day after day. Every inch of pores in the whole body is expanding. I like midsummer nights, especially at the seaside. The vast sea will remind me of Song Jiang's poem "Xijiang Mingyue": the heart is in Shandong and the body is in Wu, and the sea is floating in Pengjiang. If one day, Ling dares to laugh at Huang Chao's husband. How many passionate poets have been created by the sea of lofty sentiments!

I lay on the exquisite beach, enjoying this leisure alone, and the song "Jiang Yue" sounded in my ear from time to time: drifting thousands of miles, there is no moonlight by the river.

A midsummer night's dream composition 4 There was the "crunch" sound of the windmill turning in my ear, and the leaves of the windmill looked wobbly under the wind, as if they would come at me at any time.

On this day, my mother and I went camping in Kuocangshan. When we reached the top of the mountain, it was already evening. I set up a pot rack and looked up at the starry sky: the moon leaned out from the thick clouds, and countless stars dotted the night sky and clustered around the moon. The moon is big and round, just like a white jade plate.

A few meters away, the fire was more than ten feet high, and a large group of people danced around the fire hand in hand. There are some mouthwatering barbecues on the firewood. What a lively bonfire party!

The night is getting deeper and deeper, and thick fog hangs over the top of the mountain. The fog condenses into water droplets and falls on people's hands, heads and feet. The night gradually quieted down, and there was no noise, only the rustling of the wind in the forest.

Summer night is so cute, and cuteness represents the end of the day. Whether it is beautiful or not, it is over after all. We will encounter many things in life, and some people will be blessed by the god of luck, and their efforts will be rewarded. However, some people always fail and are criticized and denied by others. Some people are still devastated by diseases, but all this will pass.

No matter how difficult it is, as long as you know how to pay, keep moving forward, and get through it by your own efforts, you will be blessed by the God of Luck, otherwise you will stagnate.

I remember one night, when I was tuning my guitar, the strings broke and made a noise. My mother asked me, "Is the string broken?" I'm afraid my mother will criticize me. I was distressed and scared, but the string was really broken. what can I do? He lied, "no, no". When my mother checked the guitar and found that the strings were broken, she knew I lied and severely criticized me. I was in tears. Later, I let go. Instead of being immersed in sadness and remorse, pay attention next time!

But I fell asleep in the car, dreaming that Xiang Yu watched the boat disembark by the Chu River and committed suicide under the heavy encirclement of the enemy. I dreamed that Wu Zixu hung his eyes on the wall and watched the motherland perish. ...

At five o'clock in the morning, there is a little reddish in the clouds. I was surprised to find that the bleak fog surrounded me layer by layer like a white veil, so that I couldn't see anything except the milky fog ten meters away. After about half an hour, the sun finally lifted the hazy veil and jumped out, and the sky suddenly became bright red.

I breathe the warm air, looking at the winding mountain road, looking at the dawn monument standing on the top of the mountain, looking at the steep and rugged mountain wall. I think: night is the end of the day, it is like a boat swaying in the wind and rain for a day, giving people comfort.

Night is lovely because it is the end of the day. Oh, summer nights are so lovely!

A midsummer night's dream composition 5 has been several years, and it is another moment.

He wandered around the car with a big bag on his back. Tourists passed me one after another, but I didn't know what I was looking for.

Through the glass window, I accidentally caught a glimpse of the fireworks on the other side, blooming brilliantly.

Then I suddenly remembered your face. Dear Yu, please forgive my rudeness.

The sky is clear and the breeze is blowing gently. It's graduation day in June again. We shook hands in a friendly way and left our lingering eyes behind us.

Smile, run counter to. People go from one place to another and finally turn in the opposite direction.

I sighed at the glass window, and the misty fog dissipated between my fingers. The sun shines in and the spots are mottled. In a trance, I seem to hear the tide surging, thousands of thoughts, hitting the rocks, breaking with a sound, and then flying to the ashes.

You twist flowers by the water, and your back is elegant.

The air in June is slightly humid and the sun is harsh. We are no longer young, frivolous and more stable. Write down each other's names in the yearbook and leave a series of phone numbers; We frowned as if we had experienced some vicissitudes.

Actually, I just don't give up.

I hold your hand and run in the dark. Our breath is blown away by the wind, and we feel itchy when we scrape our cheeks.

We passed through the fleeting time in the flowers, and behind us, it was our full bloom. Your eyes are full, and then I hear the wind calling softly, our names.

Your side face, gentle smile, slightly cold fingertips, long hair stroking the cold moonlight.

We sat on the Mount Hatoyama, listening to the witch fiddling with the clear strings and singing the drifting moon thoughts; The god of war is about to leave, and the princess is singing a lonely song in the mountains. I closed my eyes, but I really felt that kind of sadness.

In June, that inexplicable sadness haunted me for a long time.

King Goruda caressed the delicate hair on his temples, and his ankle-long silver hair fell into the water. The breeze blew and rippled. Jialing's song of Jia is illusory and natural. You keep your head down and there is a flash in your eyes.

"Sister ... please fly freely!" The wings of the golden-winged bird swept across the sky, its feathers fell off, and the flowers on the other side were cut off, creating a sad ocean. The two sisters are separated forever.

Lonely for many years, and lonely.

On June 1 day, we will look for our own blue sky.

Missing is like a wisp of smoke, like a tide, spreading silently in my heart. Bit by bit, bit by bit, all turned into bitter tears.

Open your eyes and look at the starry sky again. But it turns out that A Midsummer Night's Dream is so bitter.

You are not far away, lying in the gardenia room. Strong fragrance flows freely in the air. Suddenly, it became a beautiful jade in the snow.

At the end of the song, people disperse, and at the end of the night, people wake up.

We set foot on trains in different directions and sailed far away.

You know, in that car, I suddenly thought of you again.

After several rounds of reincarnation, I always return to the starting point.

Do you remember how we met?

I met Jun Chu,

Looks like an old friend.

A midsummer night's dream composition 6 what is lost may not be owned again; A gentle hug is not necessarily weakness.

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Midsummer night is in sharp contrast to day. One tries to shine her strongest light, but the other loses her spirit, showing her gentle side and bringing coolness to everyone.

But for me, her gentleness-in front of the swimming pool-is really scary. Yes, of course I want to swim, but I am naturally afraid of water. How can I have the courage to go into the water? I may be the saddest person in the world. I often die before the seeds of my dreams begin to sprout. Always looking ahead and looking back, afraid of wolves before and tigers after, lacking the courage to act.

The water in the swimming pool swayed gently in the night wind, like a silent temptation. I also choose to swim at night to avoid others pointing fingers at my cowardice.

Sun Yang and Ning Zetao's swimming highlights are playing on the mobile phone, and my eyes are full of envy. It's nice of them to cut the waves. This is what I want. Once in the water, it is like a fish in the sea, and every feature of the water is clearly grasped. No, they are fish. They are water sprite. My dream is to go back and forth freely in the water.

I keep cheering myself up: there is a first time for everything. Refuse water, and it will be rejected by water. You will never swim unless you get into the water. I want to try to change my destiny.

Try to float on the floating board after launching. A bubble appeared in front of my eyes. When I looked intently, it turned out to be a swimmer, and the envious water watered the seeds of my dream. The scene that came to my mind before being swallowed up by water has long since vanished. I greeted the coach who had long been desperate for me and expressed my willingness to study. The coach flashed a trace of doubt, but he began to teach me from the basics.

Breaststroke was finally learned under the intimidation and inducement of the coach. In fact, swimming is not as difficult as I thought, and the water is not as terrible as I thought!

I am in close contact with water, which is inseparable. Graduation is coming soon, and the coach asked me to swim from one end of the swimming pool to the other. They are shallow water, middle water and deep water. The span is very long, and I usually only swim to the middle waters. Every time I approach the deep water area, I will be called back by the coach. The blue water in the deep water area exudes magic and attracts me deeply, but this length is really flattering. Although my heart beats like thunder, I have to hold my breath and move slowly in the water.

As time went by, my rhythm became a little unstable. I thought of it in a hurry, but I was asking myself in my heart: what can a person who doesn't even have the perseverance to realize his dream do? So when I made up my mind to prepare for the worst, the coach told me that it was the end and nodded with a smile: "It seems that your dream is really not a daydream." I hey hey smile, the in the mind a sigh of relief.

In fact, Shakespeare is really right: the best drama is only the epitome of life; The worst is not bad anywhere as long as you add imagination. My dream is not bad, just because I am timid and almost gone. But in the end, I didn't flinch and work hard blindly, but overcame the difficulties step by step and realized my dream. It was not until the end that I found that as long as I dared to pursue my dreams, there would be no insurmountable difficulties. How big is the dream, how big is the achievement.

A Midsummer Night's Dream is really not a daydream.