Prose writing

No matter in study, work or life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition, which can improve our language organization ability. Have no clue when writing a composition? The following are eight compositions that I have carefully arranged. Welcome to reading. I hope you will like them.

Composition composition 1 "Brother, come and see, the fish dumped his son!" My brother's cry of surprise brought me to the fish tank. At the bottom of the tank is a ceramic tile prepared by my grandfather, which is covered with hundreds of round khaki roes several times smaller than a grain of rice. Is this the original life source of the "map" fish? Grandpa is very experienced in taking the roe out of the fish tank and putting it in a big basin with suitable water temperature, because the big fish will eat the roe by themselves after dark. The next day, after school, I hurried home to observe the fish eggs. Well done! Those round little things in the basin are shaking in the same place. I don't believe that these things without head or tail are alive.

Two days later, many small fish grew an almost transparent thin tail, and they were free. I asked my grandfather curiously what they ate. He told me that the outer shell of fish eggs can provide them with nutrition for the first few days, and they can't eat by themselves until the small fish grow up. Sure enough, two days later, the heads of small fish hatched, and they finally completed the process of changing from "son" to "fish". Things will be even more troublesome in the future. The fish is too small. At first, they could only live by drinking soybean milk. Be sure to master the ratio of soybean milk to water, keep the water temperature suitable, and change the water in time to prevent the fermentation quality of soybean milk from getting worse ... After a few days, we can add some crushed egg yolks to the water. A few days later, grandpa fished back the little paramecium from the lake for them to eat. Many weak small fish died one after another, but those with strong vitality survived. A month later, a group of lucky surviving small fish moved. Grandpa divided the big fish tank in half. Small fish and their parents live face to face in the same fish tank through the net. I can't help feeling sorry for the ignorance of the big fish when they greedily hit the net and miss eat small fish. That's their own child. Low-level animals really have no feelings. Now three months have passed, and our own fish have grown up. I am not proud to watch them grow from a little bit to ten centimeters long, and watch them slowly change from monotonous black and white to color, with gorgeous patterns growing on their bodies. How much attention and effort does every life involve? I can't help thinking that it's still so hard to feed a small fish. What efforts should our parents and teachers make for our growth? There are newly grown fish in my family, 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.

The familiar bell broke the silence in the classroom. I opened the window and a cold wind blew in a winter painting. Seen from a distance, the winter scenery there is as beautiful and pure as a dream. ...

Snow is an elf in winter, flying like a flower in spring. Snowflakes fall on trees and grass, and the world is silvery white. On the playground, groups of teenagers are having snowball fights in full swing. Snowballs flying in the air and laughter add a touch of color to the winter picture scroll.

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

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

Looking down at the pine trees under the window, the branches and leaves are like powerful hands, holding up thick layers of snow, and suddenly I remembered the sentence "heavy snow is loose and loose." There is also snow on the roof, with a series of footprints printed on it, which are the footprints left by birds. Look at the hurried steps. Where is it going? Do you want 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 sun, and the world slowly revealed its beauty. After the snow, pine needles no longer turn green, but become dim and even obviously gray. A few days ago, the trees along the road were covered with thick yellow-green hairs, and now only a few dead leaves are hanging on the branches alone, shaking their thin bodies in the cold wind. The path has already been paved with colorful deciduous carpets. It's foggy in the distance, as if covered with a layer of pale orange gauze.

Looking at the northwest from the window, the vague outline of my alma mater seems to come into view gradually. The first snow this year was so beautiful that I vaguely remember us huddled in the corridor, enjoying the picturesque winter scenery. Now, the leaves that have accompanied us 100 days and nights have turned into dirt, right? Look again, you can't see anything in the distance except one building after another. The ice has melted, people have dispersed, and the memory of that winter lingers in my mind for a long time and refuses to disappear. ...

The winter scene in the classroom window is like a dream, which brings me closer to this most beautiful winter.

Between mountains and rivers, by the ancient temple, there is an inn.

Gardens and pavilions, suites and monasteries. Decorate with logs and plant herbs in the garden. Choose every stone and pick every flower and tree.

Begonia is planted in front of the courtyard, and the mountain breeze blows in early spring, which is colorful.

The fence is woven with plums and the wall is pulled by vines. Flowers bloom in early summer and roses are full of fragrance.

When you see a high slope, pile up soil and put stones. When you see a low slope, clear the soil and dig a pool to collect rainwater. The texture of hills and mountains in the garden can be realized.

Swim circuitous, ten percent suddenly enlightened, clustered on the flat ground, with lavender inflorescences and kitchen smoke in the distance, and the green light of fireflies drifting by in summer night, adding to the interest of Shan Ye. Plant bamboo that is easy to grow in scattered places as a barrier, cool wind blows gently, and bamboo leaves whisper.

At the end of the mountain, there is a door leading to another hospital. Pebbles are covered with blue tiles to make flowers. Put a stone jar, the water surface is clear and round, and the wind and load are rising. Potted bromegrass, elm and five-needle pine are placed on the surrounding stone piers, or vigorous or elegant, layered on top of each other, and a pot of square inches shows the legacy of ancient charm.

On the night of the autumn moon, 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. The garden is the universe.

Between the mountains and rivers, on the edge of the ancient temple, there is an inn where there are five flavors of the world, and the wind and rain are everywhere, and the years are fleeting, you and me.

In autumn, how many beautiful cheeks you crush, leaving only a rough face full of wrinkles. How sad and painful you are! I don't know how a little girl should choose between pain and happiness. But I know that you still gave her a chance to be happy.

On a road full of maple leaves, there is a little girl in the distance, whose beautiful hair flutters with the wind, like a willow tree on a small bridge in Jiangnan water town. Its beautiful wicker flutters with the wind, which is a beautiful scenery. How can such a poem not let the poet praise it?

When people look at her carefully, the footsteps are heavy and surprising. At first glance, people at the bottom of a society are picking up junk one by one. Soon after seeing her, people's tears began to fall 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. Her hand struggled out of others' and smiled and said, "Thank you, but I'll do it myself." Many people will turn around and lower their heads, wondering why they can't take her home. Looking at the little girl's rags and only hand, it goes without saying that she must be a miserable orphan. She didn't give up her thirst for knowledge. Every day, whenever she has time, she will go to school, squat at the window and listen to the kind teacher's rich knowledge. How fascinated she is with knowledge is thousands of times stronger than watching the beautiful scenery in fairyland and listening to A, B, C and so on to spend this wonderful time.

Bang, a shiny snow coin fell in front of the little girl. She didn't pick it up. She thinks she is not a beggar and doesn't need other people's pity. The autumn winds in the south and north messed up the little girl's beautiful hair, which was blown to pieces. The golden leaves fluttered in the wind like a boat and slowly fell on the little girl's shoulder. It's already sunset, and different colors in the sky are interlaced, deep red and light yellow. With beautiful white clouds, isn't that a beautiful sunset picture? Isn't it more beautiful to have a beautiful sunset and autumn wind? Such beautiful scenery, such beautiful scenery, are scattered all over the world. To the little girl, give her strong, confident and independent qualities. 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 music in the world for her! If I were a painter, I would definitely draw an unprecedented, most beautiful and artistic painting. Send her a photo of a strong man with two hands to express my admiration for her.

Watching the little girl go home, I believe that one day, her efforts will change everything she is now!

Sad, miserable orphan-the little girl can live by herself now through her own efforts. She doesn't have any complaints. She must feel happier than anyone now. Autumn! You gave her a chance, and now she has succeeded. Say you are miserable, say you are miserable, and you are still beautiful.

When we were five years old, we were a little excited before Chinese New Year. 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 and shouting "popcorn". We really couldn't stand the seductive shouting, so my mother took a liter of white rice and some firewood to eat popcorn.

The old felt hat carefully shook Bai Sensen's rice out of the small mouth of the "iron gourd". After tightening the valve, an "iron gourd" was set up, firewood was added under the machine, and it began to run. 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 and watched eagerly. When the time came, the old felt hat stood up. First, tie a long cloth bag to the tail of the "iron gourd", and then support the machine with your feet. Hold the long handle with one hand and press it hard. There was a loud bang, and a heat wave was scattered in the air with the smell of rice. The puffed, tender and crisp popcorn was poured out of the long bag by the mother, steaming hot. At this time, we will jump for joy and compete with each other, holding hot popcorn in our tender hands and delivering it to our mouths in a hurry. Lovely fat rice, teeth are brittle when touched, and tongue melts when licked. If saccharin is added, it will have a sweet fragrance. At that time, even if I ate more, I still felt that I didn't eat enough. Even after a year has passed, we still "tut" aftertaste. As an adult, I am getting farther and farther away from the age of popcorn. Although you can often see people pushing carts to sell popcorn in big plastic bags on the street, and occasionally buy some home, you can't eat the taste of that year.

When I was a child, I only cared about the sweetness of popcorn and never thought about the magic of "iron gourd". Now I like to type some odds and ends, but suddenly I don't know how to associate the "iron gourd" that can popcorn with writing. Actually, writing is a bit like popcorn.

When an article is written, some thoughts must be expressed, and thoughts are the essence and soul of the article. Like people, if there is no skeleton, there is no place for flesh and blood to rely on. Similarly, if an article is written magnificently without bones and muscles, what is the difference between it and a walking corpse? Just a bunch of words, or a groan that I don't understand. Worthless words make people get nothing, which not only proves the author's shallowness, but also blames the readers, because it is the most inhuman to let readers waste their time and energy on reading fine works while wasting others' time. Mr. Lu Xun said: "wasting other people's time is equivalent to killing other people's lives for money." "Therefore, it is for the sake of Wen Gui. The purpose of writing an article is to clarify the center, make it meaningful, and let readers feel, understand and gain. If the thought is vague and the content is empty, if only a few words roll around in the text, which makes people feel like chewing wax, then the meaning of writing will be lost, which will lead to their own misery. Similar to the "iron gourd", it is filled with the white rice of the host family. It is fried and fried, but in the end it is a muffled sound. The original burnt rice is poured out, and the operator will pay for the rice of the host family.

The "iron gourd" can't explode the ideal rice fragrance, which is nothing more than these situations. The first case is that there is no rice, corn and other materials in the container, that is, "there is no goods in the stomach." Therefore, no matter how the fire turns, after a detonation, only a roasting heat can be released, and only a few laughs from spectators can be won. This is like many "fake" articles in online literature. Anyone who has gone to school for a few days and knows a few words dares to pick up a pen and doodle, using words to 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 and fewer and fewer real literati. As we all know, writing needs real materials and real knowledge. The so-called "reading thousands of books and traveling on Wan Li Road" needs a process of accumulation. The ancients said, "When you put pen to paper, you will be surprised" and "When you put pen to paper, you will be surprised". It seems that this kind of kung fu is absolutely indispensable if we want to achieve the effect of "relaxing and quietly reading thousands of books and stunning the audience". 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 cannot be empty. "

In the second case, there are white rice and other materials in the belly of the "iron gourd", but there are fewer barbecues under the machine. There is no burning fire, no expansion and expansion of internal energy, no matter how hard and elegant the crank is, there is not even the last sound. There is a kind of "scholar" in the west, who loves books as much as his life. He keeps reading every book and has spent his whole life reading all the words in the world. It can be said that "learning to be excellent is to be an official". Unfortunately, this gentleman was a "miser", who could only go in and out, and died without a word left in the world. It is useless to know only how to accumulate and not how to use it. Just a bookworm, a bookcase with two legs. So, what's the use of learning more? Chickens and finches often eat some sand and stones to help digestion, but the sand and stones only pass through chicken gizzards and chicken intestines, and come out when they go in. Unlike food, nutrients are absorbed and waste can be turned into organic fertilizer, which can at least enrich one side of the soil and is very popular with grass in the soil. Sand or gravel? They went in neatly, but they came out with a foul smell, much like I didn't know how to choose, how to consider, how to scrutinize, how to temper, and how to copy mechanically. No matter how much you eat, if you don't digest and exercise, it is harmful to your health to stay in your body or pull it out.

The third situation is that there are goods and barbecue, but they lack experience and skills. It's either fast or slow, early or late, and we can't always grasp the time and temperature, so thunderbolt is either alive or burning. Most of these situations are novices, just like those of us who love writing and just started to learn to write. We haven't figured out how to lay out the article, how to connect it, how to open and close it, and we can't wait to type the text into the document by pressing the shortcut key. With a click of the mouse, the article became a success, and we hissed smugly: "It's so easy to write an article!" " It is natural to think that if you read more books and use more pens, you will be proficient in writing articles, which makes sense. However, practice makes perfect. Some people think that they are experienced and skilled in the same position for ten years, but what they do after ten years is no different from what they did ten years ago, and there is no progress. It can only be said that he has done it simply and mechanically for 3650 days. What's more, some successful people often lose Jingzhou because of overconfidence, and it is not uncommon for "a good swimmer to drown and a good rider to fall" and celebrities to contradict themselves and make mistakes in writing.

If a pot of popcorn doesn't pop well, you won't get paid, you won't have food, and you will be scolded several times. However, for writing articles, it is very different. "Articles will last forever", so you have to choose your words carefully.

I am unhappy in a dreamless day?

"creak ... creak ..." The train of history passed this station; "Hua ... Hua ..." The long river of years passed this stop. ?

I arrived at the station, and the site of youth is no longer far away from me. I was 16 years old before I knew it. Gone are the days when I sat on a branch and dreamed. The harsh reality stole my "dream", and the happiness of the past no longer belongs to me. ?

I once dreamed that I was an astronaut, shuttling between space and the earth, and I could go to the moon to talk to Sister Chang 'e whenever I wanted. However, now that I think about it, I have high requirements for physical conditions and knowledge and skills. Look at my delicate body first. I'm sure I can't ?

I once dreamed that I was the richest man in the world, with more assets than Bill Gates, a lot of gold coins, beautiful dolls hanging in my bedroom, big chocolates to chew, beautiful dresses to wear and fashionable backpacks hanging on my shoulders. It is really beautiful and romantic. Looking back now, I can't even buy my favorite bike. How can I make money in the future world?

I once dreamed of becoming a star. Every day when I go out, I immediately surround a group of people, carrying cameras and holding microphones. Then I walked into my car without looking back and let the flowing crowd chase me. However, what a star needs is a good face, and more importantly, versatility. My conditions don't seem to meet either. ?

I once dreamed that I was a tourist, traveling all over Qian Shan, wandering in every corner of the world, and enjoying the world's places of interest, rivers, lakes and seas. But it also requires good health and a lot of money. Wow! And! I'd be surprised if you didn't kill me then. ?

I once dreamed of being angels in white, holding a scalpel and wearing a white coat to save people. When my dear grandmother died, I took an oath. Now I realize that I was wrong. My careless personality makes me wonder that I didn't leave the scalpel in the patient's stomach. ?

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When I was a child, I dreamed that I became a bird, flying over the city, the ocean and the sun. Ah, take a bite. The sun is like a pancake, fragrant and crisp. Sweet laughter comes from my dream. Where did you go in my childhood? Is my dream shattered like this?

I hesitate, I hesitate, I am confused. I have no dreams. All I know is that I live in pain. I am not happy when I have no dreams. ?

The name Zhai Jiu 'ao lingered in my mind for a long time-it was the summer of 20xx five years ago, and our Ganxian Photographers Association once organized a photography activity, that is, to take photos in Zhai Jiu 'ao. However, due to the official conflict at that time, I never had a chance to visit Zhaijiu 'ao, and I kept thinking: When can I go near Zhaijiu 'ao?

Here comes the opportunity. On the afternoon of August 13, 20xx, I received the invitation of our special guest orangutan in the forum of Ganxian. Cao Fang and his party, who were waiting at Sanxi's mother's house early with a doctor, a film director and Yi Zhichun, led by Cao Fang's father Lao Zhang, drove to Zhaijiu 'ao to experience the unique scenery and charm here, which made me realize my long-cherished wish to approach Zhaijiu 'ao.

Zhaijiu 'ao, located in Sanxi Township, Ganxian County, 58km away from Ganzhou City, is a typical and rare Danxia landform scenic spot. The scenic spots are criss-crossed, with Danxia standing on the wall, strange peaks and rocks, and unique cultural landscapes such as "Nine Teachers Worship Elephants", "General Village" and "Dingguang Temple", which make tourists linger. The National Photographers Association of China once went there to collect scenery. Visitors can see the natural scene of nine lions worshipping elephants when they board the general village. Looking around the top of the mountain, Zhaijiu 'ao, a village with only three square kilometers in Fiona Fang, is full of Danxia landforms. Or lion, big pictograph, saddle or stone tripod. What's particularly amazing is that the nine stone rocks (Lion Rock, Jiangjunzhai, Jinmen Zan, Maanshan, Dingguang Mountain, Jianshi Stone, Foyingnao, Jiutan Mountain and Shitang) facing the rocks create a very vivid scene of "Nine Lions Worship Elephants". This huge painting named "Nine Lions Worship the Elephant" was enlarged and mounted by Ganxian Photographers Association and hung in sanxi town government canteen. A group of nine of us, together with Lao Zhang and Cao Fang's two children, strolled along the ancient post road in Zhaijiao Scenic Area. The road was not bumpy, but slightly open, and it was not paved with pebbles or stones. Looking at an interesting shooting action of the photography assistant, I suddenly realized after a long meditation that this post road meanders lazily from Ganzhou and Jiangkou, bypassing the northwest side of Danxia Scenic Area in Zhaijiao, and then meanders to Xingguo County in the north, which is leisurely all the way ... Perhaps because of its smooth road. When there is a smooth road, it seems that everyone walks like a river, and the scenery is easy to create, but it is also easy to destroy. Seeing the charm of the dried-up sea and rocks in the scenic spot, I discussed with the orangutan that this must be the ancient sea. ...

Due to the rush of time, it was raining in Mao Mao, so we only took a short cut and walked a few tens of meters before returning to the sanxi town government for dinner. On the way, the humorous orangutan joked that today's road conditions can't be mistreated by this off-road vehicle I drive. To tell the truth, there is still more than half an hour's journey from Sanxixu Town to Zhaijiu 'ao. They are all potholed "tractor" roads, and the road conditions are very poor, which makes the doctor and two men squatting in the trunk feel backache. So we are discussing such a problem: how to harden the road cement entering the scenic spot and develop the scenic spot play project?

At dinner, two comrades, the head of the township and the deputy secretary of the Party Committee in sanxi town, thought of it with us. They said that the "tractor-ploughed road" leading to Zhaijiu 'ao scenic spot has been established, and it is expected that the reconstruction and pavement cement hardening will be started at the end of the year ... Wonderful here: I raise the "common people" brand liquor in my cup to propose a toast to these two folks in sanxi town, wishing them to repair the road as soon as possible and make the tourism development articles of Zhaijiu 'ao bigger and stronger!

Ah, Zhai Jiuao, when can I walk into you? ……

Essay composition 8 essay composition 400 words: We love you, Wuxi.

Wuxi-

A famous city in the south of the Yangtze River with rich humanities;

Wuxi-

Beautiful paradise with beautiful scenery.

Ah, we love you, Wuxi!

We love you-

Lingshan Buddha stands tall,

The magnificent pearl of Taihu Lake,

The beauty of Xi Hui Park,

Elegant and charming in Meiyuan and Jiayuan.

We love you-

Oil gluten is delicious and crisp.

The freshness and delicacy of peaches,

The name of Huishan clay figurine spread all over the world.

Yixing ceramics are exquisite in craftsmanship.

We love you-

The honey in the steamed bread is splashing,

The rugged stands of Taihu Lake,

The sweetness of red bayberry in Mashan,

Wuxi spareribs are crisp but not greasy.

We love you-

Looking back on the past and working hard to build,

Glory from ancient times to the present,

The surging spring tide in Wan Li, China,

The delicate Wuxi lit the fire of hope.

We love you-

History of struggle writing,

Fruit watered by sweat.

The greatness of pine trees, the pride of plum blossoms,

Broad mind and iron will.

We are proud, we are proud,

We work hard, we explore,

You are the glory of our Wuxi people.

We love you, Wuxi!