Writing with the theme of wind

No matter in school or in society, everyone has dealt with writing. With the help of writing, we can improve our language organization ability. So how to write a general composition? The following are 10 short articles on the topic of wind compiled by me for your reference, hoping to help friends in need.

In a windy room, the wind chimes hanging by the window are ringing softly. Sound is like beautiful music, and the wind is its conductor. Crisp and sweet, like birds chirping and crowing.

In the room, there is soft pure music interwoven with the sound of wind chimes, which is beautiful. The wind is like an invisible conductor. It takes pure music as the main theme, accompanied by wind chimes, and combines them into one. I think there is really no more beautiful music in the world!

On windy days, I can abandon all my worries and worries, get rid of all the noise and noise, close my eyes and listen to pure music accompanied by wind chimes. Music is the dim and gentle tone of the morning light and the fresh color of green in early spring. Even a little melancholy, soft as velvet. This pure and lovely velvet flutters with the wind, creating an ethereal and quiet artistic conception, and gradually, it seems to be in Penglai Xiange, with a dreamy sense of happiness.

The magic of music is often amazing. I have seen ballet, accompanied by a symphony composed of stringed and wind instruments. A wonderful symphony, like this pure music, has a unique flavor accompanied by dance. Listen, it's like standing by a lake, calm as a mirror, reflecting the green hills and trees on both sides, precipitating blue sky and white clouds, melting birds' voices, washing away a crystal-clear heart, crystal clear, really sweet and pleasant, making bones and muscles as hard as cotton and making people want to cry.

A breeze blew into the room, the wind chimes rang more happily, and pure music became more and more beautiful. Outside the window, the birds are singing softly and refuse to leave, because they are also fascinated by music.

I feel much more comfortable. The rippling music in the room has long been integrated into my mind, clear and transparent. Even I think where there is music, the air is pure.

Just like a flower swaying in the wind, pure music brings me beautiful enjoyment in the wind. It weaves a string of pearl necklaces, and each shining pearl is a beating note.

Pure music, dancing gently in a windy room, on such a windy day, I feel the happiness I have never had before.

The valley before the rain was quiet, and many birds were flying in the sky.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew and dark clouds covered the sky. Lightning and thunder, lightning and thunder, golden light falling from the sky, lightning shining like a crack in the sky, golden light shining in the dark clouds, looks like a glowing cloud. I know there will be a special storm today.

It is raining. I ran home in a hurry, and a gust of wind made me cold. When I ran home, it rained harder and harder, like a thousand knights shouting in the sky and a thousand drunken poets chanting in the clouds. When I ran home, my clothes were soaked through. It's raining harder and harder ...

I don't know when the rain gradually subsided. In the sound of rain, every stone, every leaf and every clump of grass has become a wonderful piano key. The fluttering rain turns into countless dexterous and soft fingers, playing one elegant and beautiful ditty after another, and each note is full of fantastic colors.

Many trees spit out green shoots. They seem to say, "Rain makes us more energetic."

I think everything in nature is inseparable from rain.

The value of the world lies in the country, the foundation of the country.

In my life, I also cultivated a unique good family style to accompany me to grow up, which changed me from a little princess who "reaches for clothes and eats with her mouth open" to a positive, modest, honest and trustworthy boy.

As the saying goes, "Father's love is a boat, while mother's love is a sail." My father likes to break the waves, and my mother's love takes me to swim in the vast sea of people without losing my way. They let me ride the wind and waves in the growing sea, and let me not take risks. "Be honest and trustworthy, and treat others with integrity." Over time, he became my good family style. He is like a gentle hand in spring, which warms my heart, makes my heart blossom and carries forward the traditional virtues of civilization.

In a year, the freshest wind is the summer wind. Isn't it? Since July, high temperature has become the dominant weather stage in Zhejiang Province. When people are unbearable in the heat, there is only one thought in their hearts: wind, come quickly! Look, didn't she come with cicadas and birds?

In the morning, when the wind blew for the first time, the grass yawned and waved to her. Flowers sway with the wind, and the fragrance of flowers permeates this pure world, which is refreshing; The air is full of thick floral fragrance, which makes the air fresher and sweeter.

At noon, the sun is like fire, the concrete floor is steaming, and human beings live in the stove. The average temperature in our province is the highest in 60 years. The cicada kept calling in the tree: "cicada, cicada." The farmer's uncle is very hard: loosening soil and watering, not afraid of heat, sweating like a pig. How much they need the cool wind at this time! A breeze blew, and the farmer's uncle felt cool. But soon, the wind blew hard, the trees were uprooted and the parking signs were blown down by the wind; Earth, stone and sand have all rolled into hills and fallen leaves are flying all over the sky. After a while, there was lightning and thunder, the thunder was deafening and the lightning was dazzling. "Hua, Hua," the downpour fell from the sky, and the wind was accompanied by heavy rain. "Bang, bang, bang" The windows of all kinds of houses are slammed.

At night, insects and birds sing and fireflies fly around, bringing light to people; Several white-haired old people sat in the shade, enjoying the cool, playing chess and cards. At this time, a cool breeze blows gently, and many old people dance and exercise in the park; The children are skating and skateboarding, enjoying the coolness brought by the wind.

The wind in summer, like an angel, brings coolness to people in hot summer. Bring happiness to the dead.

Wind is an ordinary and great natural thing. It has given us so much, but it can't be repaid!

In spring, when we come to the garden, it is the wind that gives us bursts of fragrance; It is the wind that brings us happiness; When the sun is about to set, a breeze reminds us that it is getting late and it is time to go home; On the way home, the wind accompanied us and conveyed our laughter; It's the wind. People who transplant rice in abel tamata will send it to be cooled. There is a word called "cool breeze", which may be the feeling!

In summer, the weather is getting hotter and hotter. It is the wind that scatters coolness to the earth! It is the wind that makes the pool cool, and let us swim happily with the company of adults; At noon, cicadas play a lullaby of "cicadas" on the branches. This is the wind, which brings this music into our dream land and lets us sleep peacefully.

Autumn is the wind, bringing people a bumper harvest! It was the wind that helped the rice cutter drive away the summer heat; It is the wind that brings coolness to fruit pickers; It is the wind that conveys the joy of harvest!

In winter, although you blow your face like a knife, you are more like a strict father at that time. Let's stand the test of frost and become stronger!

The wind brings us happiness all the year round, and it grows with us all the time!

The wind blew, but the clouds still gathered and did not disperse.

Qian said that this is a kind of unity. Liu said that this is a kind of firmness. I smiled and said, this is survival instinct.

I once saw a movie in which a group of young people went for an outing, but they got lost and fell into an unknown valley. There are many dangers in the valley, and young people have to choose to get together to deal with these difficulties. Finally, this group of young people changed from a dozen to two.

Therefore, the wind is a setback and the cloud is a person. There are three levels of wind: breeze, breeze, stroke, gale and typhoon ... So there are difficulty levels: small, medium and large ... People can face it alone, but when the wind blows hard, people will think of getting together with their peers and overcoming difficulties. This is a simple survival skill. Therefore, the wind is surging.

It is also a "survival skill" in the workplace. A report shows that a group of young people with excellent academic qualifications applied for an internationally renowned company. However, the number of people recruited by the company is limited. The young people went to fill out the form together, only to find that the company only provided a pen with little ink. One of the young people saw this situation and suggested that everyone fill out their forms simply. However, when the pen was delivered to the young man, there was little ink left in it, and he did not hesitate to give it to another comrade who had not filled it out. His answer is simple-"I just hope others can survive in the workplace." In the end, he succeeded.

Storms are gathering, and this survival skill is becoming more and more alienated in human hearts. Because selfishness and greed have occupied people's hearts. Who doesn't want to win? Career, competition ... just to win, try not to make friends with others and try not to help others. However, I don't know that getting along with people is a survival skill and the key to success.

I wonder how many people remember this survival skill. Because the competition in society is too fierce, the pressure is gradually increasing. When people eliminate pressure, they also ignore being with others, which leads to greater pressure on themselves. Do only a few people really remember this survival skill?

It is a rare way of life, and we must learn to master it. We are not masters of the world, let alone controllers of difficulties. We can only face it, the wind is surging.

Only gathering clouds can achieve what we want.

You can't find the shadow of the wind on the ground, but when the wind blows, you can feel the shadow of the wind, just like your heart is temporarily covered with a thin veil, so that you can't see through the world.

Counting the fleeting time, I am twenty years old and have accomplished nothing. I am like a beggar in my life, with hands and feet, but I have no life of my own.

When I was a child, my family was poor, but I could still live a basic life. My parents are farmers. They haven't read any books, and they don't understand many great principles at all. Therefore, it is difficult to talk with them. I am introverted, but I am cautious and have some enthusiasm for things and people. I knew from an early age that I really needed some time to communicate with my parents just because they were unreasonable, especially my father, who was rude and unconvincing. To this end, I thought for a long time. I'd rather keep silent and say nothing than tell them what they don't understand.

As long as I can remember, my parents have hardly left any good influence on me. They will quarrel from time to time, and sometimes even beat their heads off. My mother's personality is similar to mine. She has always been kind-hearted When her father hit her, she was afraid to fight back. She is a ninja. Many times, my mother ran out in tears.

What impressed me the most was that it rained a lot one summer. At that time, we were picking tobacco leaves here, and our home was very busy and chaotic. Perhaps because of environmental factors, my father's temper is getting worse and worse. I don't know exactly why, because I'm not at home, like my father beat my mother, and my mother didn't come home for a few days. When I came back, I cried and went to the mountains to find it for most of the day. At that time, I hated my father and loved them very much. I am so ambivalent. On the one hand, they left a bad impression on me, which made me unable to forgive them. On the one hand, they are all my parents. Can I hate them all my life? Many times, many nights, I cried and slept in a contradictory and depressed dream.

The four seasons are always performing their lives in a constant cycle; I always look forward to the beauty of my future life in my troubles.

It wasn't long before I managed to get into high school. I realized my parents' long-awaited wish, but I fell into the abyss of pain day by day.

Time has passed quietly for more than ten years. I thought my parents would change a lot, stop making noise and live in peace.

I went to high school, I was away from home for a long time and seldom went home. I thought they might be very calm, but everything was too sudden. I went home on holiday, thinking that I could have a happy New Year and have dinner and chat with my family. Maybe I think it's too simple. During my week at home, they quarreled four times. Last night, my mother cried very sadly. I sat next to her, and my tears kept flowing. Poor mother, I don't know what to do for her.

Mother worked day and night and didn't buy a new dress for years. My brother and I both went home this year, hoping for a good year, so I accompanied my mother to the supermarket a few days ago and took 150 yuan she had saved for a year. I also added some and bought her a suit near 400 yuan. As long as I can remember, it seems that my mother hasn't worn anything near 200 yuan. I bought it for her this year. She is so happy and excited. I looked at her and tears came out for some reason.

What I didn't expect was that just last night, my father somehow messed up my mother's clothes, and her mother looked wronged and burst into tears. I hate my father, and I will remember him all my life.

Poor mother went out early this morning and hasn't come back yet. I'm worried.

My mother's shadow, which I can't forget, is tears on her face, so I can't forgive my father. Time and time again, my mother went out in tears and never came back for a long time. Like the shadow of the wind, it just hurts me for a long time for no reason.

Wind is a well-known natural phenomenon, and the winds in the four seasons are varied, no matter what they are, in short, they are diverse.

Spring breeze is one of the messengers of spring. It floats gently on the earth, meets the budding bud, and a warm wind blows, and the bud wakes up and blooms. I met a branch of a willow tree and a warm wind blew. Willow woke up and sprouted. When I met the frozen lake, a warm wind blew, and the lake suddenly felt that the ice on its head melted into water, and suddenly the blue waves rippled. When I met a cotton-like cloud in the sky, I soon saw one in the east and the other in the west.

Xia Feng is full of energy, so whether he sweats or not, he always wanders around. The grass looked up to feel the wind like it was burnt, but they were still sweating, and the dark green sweat dripped all over the body. The leaves were also baked into dark green by the hot air, and they lowered their heads feebly, because it was too hot in Xia Feng.

The autumn wind is cool. It urges fruit trees to bear fruit quickly on the earth, and wants to taste delicious fruits first. The huge pomegranate was torn apart by the autumn wind, and a wisp of fruit fragrance drifted away. It went to the pear tree to suck the sweet pear juice and walked in the orchard to taste it with satisfaction. But I don't know, the wind that has already soaked the fruit fragrance has brought all kinds of fruit fragrance to the corner of the orchard.

The winter wind runs around the earth like a wild animal, and the cold devours the earth instantly. Then, the cold wind cuts people's tender cheeks like a cold blade, and people immediately shrink their necks in their collars. The last leaf on the tree was also shaken by it, staggered down and was blown out of sight at the moment of landing.

The winter wind is the most violent wind in the four seasons. It is neither as mild as spring breeze, nor as warm as Xia Feng, nor as lively as autumn wind. It drove away the vitality with its grim face and brought depression to the earth.

The winds of the four seasons treat thousands of creatures in Qian Qian in different ways, and it is they that make the nature on which we live extremely wonderful.

Why is the wind between heaven and earth so complicated? Hard things block it, and soft things hold it. No matter how hard it blows; I can't escape from heaven and earth after blowing through the mountains that cover the sun, the free and easy forest that fills the air, and the vast ocean. Still for this reason, the wind can't be calm for a lifetime, just like human feelings.

Perhaps the calmest wind is the breeze. Sure enough, the wind is still not calm, but a storm is brewing. On a steaming summer day, the wind lowered the sky by half, and the small leaves at the top of the tree hung heavily. The wind doesn't move at all, but how can it be calm? The power of the wind can already be felt in advance, like a crouching beast, not sleeping, about to jump far away. Only the breeze is the calmest, and nothing can stop it: leaves are stirred by it, willows bend down along it, flowers and plants pitch with it, doors and windows let it in and out, light clouds float with it, water is snuggled by it, and it gently rubs. With the coolness in the morning and evening, the warmth and coldness of the four seasons, a breeze, just like that distant and light emotion, makes the world emerge with different colors of sadness and joy. Sometimes a gust of wind is so light, so happy and so naughty. Sometimes it is a touch of sadness, and sometimes it is moist and gentle; Sometimes comfortable, sometimes desolate. Who says heaven and earth are heartless? It just smiles and sighs, and only the restrained wind blows. Because once you relax, heaven and earth can't hold on.

If the water on both sides of a stream is too tightly bound, it only needs to flow, flow and flow to the sea, then there is no boundary and freedom. The wind, unless it is tied tightly, can't get rid of it. Relax and let it blow harder; The branch stopped, and a stone and a grass at the foot stretched out their arms sideways to stop it. The window is too small and the door is too narrow to squeeze in. The wall covers it and the house covers it. But can wind energy solve this problem? Sand and stones can also be taken away. Leaves can be rolled up, walls can be knocked down and houses can be overturned. Blow hard again, trees can be uprooted, stones can be blown down, big waves can be rolled up, large areas of land can be swallowed up, and houses and castles can be swept clean. Listen to its crazy howling, howling and wailing. The more you stop it, the more you push it crazily. Who cares? It takes a long time for the sand in the ground to blow, and the clouds in the sky are close to the ground. The sun lost its luster and the earth lost its color. It is necessary to destroy heaven and earth and restore chaos regardless of heaven and earth.

However, the wind can't turn over a corner of the sky and crash out. No matter how fierce, after all, it is stuffy in the small world. Blow it, it can only set off a wave, like the power excited by the ups and downs of the seabed, and it will be suppressed. The wind is so tight in the sun, blowing and blowing, only blowing the ground in a mess, I am still not free. Unfinished, I like to be angry to the extreme, I can't be angry anymore, and I am in a weak and weary through illness; Like sadness to the extreme, it becomes constant hatred; Carnival to the extreme, become desolate; Disappointment to the extreme becomes indifference. The wind is full of troubles and fatigue. Whether it's the cold wind, the steaming wind, the yearning wind or the angry wind, it gradually fades away, leaving only a few long sighs and no sound, as if the wind had all blown out.

But where is the wind? As long as you listen to the quiet time, at dusk, there are often a few low sighs, like a peaceful old man sighing helplessly. The wind has not abated. Or just for this, heaven and earth are so tightly bound by the wind.

The wind can go through thorns.

Life is like the wind.

What an old metaphor. You may think it comes and goes in a hurry without a trace. I waded through mountains and rivers, scouring the gravel in time and space, and found the true meaning of this metaphor:

Only the wind can cross the thorns.

Dickinson described life as the inside and outside of the wall, and we climbed layer by layer. In fact, this fence is covered with thorns, and when we walk, we are often black and blue, physically and mentally destroyed. At this time, you can see the wind outside the wall winding and whistling unyieldingly, and there are spectacular traces in the air.

We often walk in the eternal journey of life, running in the rough, nirvana in frustration, sadness around the whole body, pain floating everywhere. We are tired, but we can't stop; We are bitter, but we cannot avoid it. Sunshine and rain are coming, flying sand and stones, and we are covered in scars and have to face the thorny jungle.

Thoreau said, "You can hear the sound of the river here. The ancient wind that lost its name rustled through our Woods. " Perhaps by asking about the ancient times, we can understand the true meaning of life like the wind.

Su Shi sees the wind. This once brilliant literati began to be down and out because of the Huangzhou poetry case, and was besieged on all sides. On the moonlit night in Chibi, he was disheartened, looking at "the breeze on the river and the bright moon in the mountains" and dreaming of his dancing crane. Facing the frustration as deep as a river, he saw the wind whistling and hovering at the top of the mountain, and then crossing the dark thorn forest with the pain of tearing the body and cracking the bone. In a flash, the lump in his heart and the twining pain went with the wind. Frustration, pain, only forgetting.

Epiphany.

So he lived happily in the world of mortals, sent his feelings to the mountains and rivers, and finally became immortal. However, the wind that night has been lost in the years, and no one can see it. ...

Van Gogh saw the wind. He lay lazily in the sunflower field, entangled in a difficult problem and pain: none of the paintings that exhausted his hard work were understandable and could not be sold! For a person who regards art as his life, no one appreciates his art as if no one values his life. This is a kind of pain of being despised and despised! This is the biggest setback in a person's life!

Fortunately, he saw a gust of wind passing through the sunflower field. The wind was stopped and roared angrily. But, they moved on! Forward! Whether their bodies were cut by swaying branches, they succeeded.

So he also succeeded.

Paintings like Sunflower are priceless and rare until today, shortly after his death.

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There are too many stories about the wind.

When the wind blew its horn and roared through the silent forest of thorns, I believe many wise eyes saw what it showed.

Only the wind can cross the thorns.

Only by learning the wind can we despise all setbacks, let the pain disappear and let the happiness overflow the journey!

Composition on the topic of wind 10 "Blue sky, yellow leaves, autumn colors, cold smoke and green waves." Sad rhyme of autumn, cool autumn water. When the flowers and leaves fall, realize the ancient rhyme and sound!

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Autumn wind again. In this "sad and lonely in autumn since ancient times" season, the branches abruptly blown by the dry autumn wind cut off the pale sky, and crows flew over, hoarse and sad, just like watching Qiu Ren's mood-disappointed and desolate.

A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.

A cup of tea, a bright moon, you just want to get drunk and despise the princes in Leng Yue; Singing all the way, drinking all the way, you just want to have a rest; A pot of muddy wine, a pen, all elegant. This road is hard, bumpy and helpless. You are not depressed or frustrated, but you have a life of "stormy Ren Pingsheng".

At the time of "the moon is short of trees" and "people are quiet first", the shallow wine is like the autumn wind, and Su Shi's humming is like countless beautiful fireflies. Although he has been degraded again and again, he is down and out, and the pain of his wife's death has been implanted in his bone marrow, what generate has produced is the heroism of "a river that never returns" and "a lonely grave of thousands of miles". I remember that you were "deeply but ruthlessly annoyed" when you waved in the air; I still remember your deep affection of "looking forward to heartbroken place every year, and the moonlit night is short and loose"; I have never forgotten your great ambition of "life is like a dream, and a statue is still on the moon"! Regardless of the bitterness of the autumn wind, regardless of life like duckweed, the night is already cold, "picking up all the cold branches and refusing to live", only sighing that it is another autumn wind.

A trip in plain clothes by the Miluo River.

By the Miluo River, the autumn wind is crying and the sky is crying. In that era when "a young child haunts my mind, even if I am not there, my son would rather not send a message", and in that troubled times where wars are raging and princes are in dispute, Qu Zi's independence made him stand out, and he was "wise to protect himself", "clever words to make color" and "considerate to the whole country and the whole king" in the long ancient road. In the biting autumn wind, it seems that the lingering autumn rain can comfort this frustrated person. It's autumn wind again. I'm going to plain clothes by the Miluo River.

The west wind makes people lonely, and autumn flowers fail.

"Mo Tao is immortal, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers." She is the most beautiful flower in the autumn wind-Li Qingzhao. "Three cups and two glasses of wine are no match for him, and the wind is too late." The pain of the autumnal equinox messed up her hair and left prunes all over the floor. It is no longer a time of "looking back in front of the door and smelling the green plum", and there is no longer a wanton leisure of "being intoxicated and not knowing where to go". Fold a weak chrysanthemum and bury her soul everywhere. The rest of her life fell in the autumn wind and ended in loneliness. The beauty of Yi 'an is unique to autumn. It's a little dry, but it seems to squeeze out tears. The lingering fragrance of the wind, as well as the sad rhyme of the autumn festival, is as overwhelming as the autumn wind rolling yellow leaves, and after the dust settles, it is as quiet as water. The last sigh is another autumn wind.

The wind blew through the window lattice, making a rustling sound, and the dust rolled up a beautiful half arc and fell safely. Another autumn day, another autumn talk. Under the dim light, between the branches of the bright moon, the autumn wind came slowly, with a touch of sadness. ...