Composition: land

In study, work and life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition. With the help of composition, people can reflect objective things, express thoughts and feelings, and transmit knowledge and information. Still at a loss for composition? The following is my carefully arranged composition: land, welcome to learn and refer to, I hope it will help you.

Composition: Land 1 It has not been close to real land for a long time. I still remember playing barefoot with my cousins in the rice fields and slightly wet land in my hometown when I was a child. Wet soil came out from between my toes, which doomed my feet to be attached to the land forever.

In this way, I can't swim, and the emptiness under my feet will make me have a nihilistic panic. I can't even feel my body in the water. Just like the Greek god who left the ground, he lost his magical power.

As a result, my respect for the land is increasing day by day. I think of Mongolian cavalry galloping on the grassland. What gives them strength? This is an open grassland, endless land. I believe that land can bring people the strongest spirit, the strongest strength and the most primitive blood expansion.

However, the cruel reality makes me have to stay away from the fragrance of the land. All I can feel is "land", which is made of cement and has no smell.

It brings people only sleek, sophisticated and flashy noise, and people's spirit has no real home, so they can only wander in the cement forest.

In this way, farmers who are "rustic and hot" are undoubtedly happy. A drop of sweat in the soil under the grain is the best reward for your hard work, which is integrated with the eternal land.

In this way, the poets who walked on the ridge were also happy. A string of footprints left by the scorpion is the most unremitting and sincere pursuit of beauty in ordinary life, which is branded on the timetable of the land.

I am also lucky, because I left the best childhood to the wet soil in the field, the golden rice stalks, and the laughter that whirled forever along the way.

I just hope to be so close to the land and find the real residence of the soul. Because it has secretly worshipped the land it once owned.

Land is an important part of this world. Hundreds of millions of years ago, when the first land emerged from the vast sea, what a monotonous scene it was. Today, it has become the Garden of Eden for human beings and all terrestrial creatures, and it is also a hotbed for the growth of many unique plants. We humans have lived in this land for generations and lived a stable life. However, on the eve of the 20th National Land Day, what we saw was not optimistic.

China is a vast country, but it is also a country with a large population. In this way, China's per capita land area is very small. Coupled with the serious desertification in the western region, some private enterprises wantonly destroy the land, making the already precious land even more precious. I wonder if you have seen some plastic garbage bags buried under clods? These plastic bags will contain a highly toxic substance called "dioxins" after burning. This substance is extremely stable, even it will not rot for hundreds of years, and it is easy to accumulate in the body. Natural dioxins will attach to the ground ... You know, even if it is only 100 million grams of dioxins, it will seriously affect health!

Land is closely related to our life, and our food, clothing, housing and transportation are inseparable from land. It is the land for sowing grain and cultivating life; It is the land that contains water and nourishes life; It is a land that strengthens the foundation and serves life. Since land is so important, why don't we have the responsibility to protect it? How much of the desolate land around us has been fully utilized? The number of landslides, mudslides and sandstorms is increasing year by year, which is the alarm bell that nature rings for us! It is our common responsibility to make the desolate landscape reproduce the colorful past!

199 1 the theme of the first national land day is "land and national conditions", which shows that the importance of land can be compared with national conditions. I wonder if the bosses of private enterprises who "develop" and "develop" all day are a little guilty when they see this? I saw a photo in the newspaper, which was taken by a photographer 30 years ago. On the screen, first of all, a large green field, a grasshopper with green wings lying on a grain of wheat, seems to fly when it moves; At the end of the field is the looming Yang Shulin, and the tall and straight poplars look so leisurely; There is a mountain in the distance. Although it is not high, it still shows vigorous vitality against the background of green trees. At the foot of the mountain, it is fertile black land, which seems to never see the edge. A smiling rural girl, wearing a headscarf, hunched over and carrying a bamboo basket, seemed to be breaking ears of wheat. Although there is no sun in the photo, you can see the sunshine that dyes the mountain red; Under the light, a clear and shining stream, several scattered houses ... This photo also has the name of a song: "In the field of hope".

Oh! This is just the field I want-the cultivated land that has not been "cut" by industrial factories and buildings, the stream full of plastic bags and dirty shoes, and the dazzling green cyanobacteria-oh, if the city is so elegant and pure, it would be great!

"In the Field of Hope" is our hope, and we don't want to see it become our extravagant hope! Protect our lovely home, the cradle of life-the earth; In recent years, it has shown us three yellow cards, namely "sandstorm", "extreme weather" and "ozone hole". Three! If we don't cherish it, one day, mankind will be "sent off" by a red card. By that time, it will be too late. Since human beings always have a skill, why not try to postpone this date? I hereby appeal that caring for our homeland means caring for ourselves! Starting from planting a tree, starting from garbage sorting, starting from low-carbon life, starting from saving water and electricity ... every small start will be a great progress!

Today, I still like this song, and I hope such an environment will appear around me:

"The smoke in our hometown is on the fields of hope, floating on the newly-built houses, and the river flows beside the beautiful villages ..."

Composition: land 3 barren land:

Hello. No, I should say thank you. Thank you for your poverty. I am strong because of your poverty.

I once wanted to leave my mother's arms, feel the world with the wind and open up a new world of my own. But my mother-in-law, Feng, threw me to the ground, and I was scared. Although you accepted me, I won't be grateful to you. You are so poor that even the grass doesn't want to live by your side; The sun is unwilling to touch your body; Birds don't want to perch on you. At that time, I cried, and subconsciously felt that the beautiful dream of this life would be shattered. So, I was in Lacrimosa all day, and you were silent.

Gradually, I am tired. Decided to leave you and not want to be with you. I tried my best to push it up, but it was still in vain. In the end, futile efforts need to be forced to give up. Suddenly, emptiness and despair made me miserable. So I chose to die, but you kept silent.

I opened my eyes hard when I was doing it, and a beam of sunshine fell on me. I am very excited and feel the warmth of the sun. At dusk, my nerves were stung and my skin was punctured. Therefore, I gave up death.

Slowly, I pushed myself under you, thick roots emerged from your surface, and lush leaves spread around. However, I found that you smiled and you were no longer silent. The bird stopped on me. Birds sing for me and tell me that I am so tall. Looking down at you who was cracked by me, I suddenly realized that it was you who were so barren that made me who I am today. Please let me send you a belated thank you for teaching me to grow up!

A seed of frustration

Composition: land 4 in the evolutionary history of mankind, we have always been inseparable from land. Land is like the mother of human beings. She raised human beings.

However, our mother is getting old, and the forest area in the world is only 36. 400 million hectares, the forest coverage rate is only 27%. At present, the area of desertification land in the world has reached 36 million square kilometers, and the cultivated land with decreased soil fertility and nutrient deficiency due to soil erosion has reached 29. 900 million hectares. The original moist soil has turned into hard yellow sand, and the green is fading from the earth, replaced by high-rise buildings and villas. Selfish people cut down trees and seize cultivated land for their own interests and money. The earth has changed from a beautiful woman to an old woman.

Not long ago, I saw a news that a rich man bought a hill to build a villa, cut down many trees on the hill and built a luxurious house. In fact, there are countless such examples. People are constantly grabbing cultivated land and building houses indiscriminately, which leads to a smaller and smaller cultivated land area in China.

On the other hand, due to deforestation, soil erosion is serious, and ecological imbalance makes our mother river-the upper reaches of the Yellow River dry up; The river downstream rises. Every July and August, floods occur from time to time, which leads to cross-flow of floods all over the country and the scene is tragic.

The earth, once full of trees, flowers and birds, is now scarred and unrecognizable, and she is crying.

History cannot be rewritten, but we can create the future. From now on, we will refuse to use plastic bags, disposable fast food boxes and chopsticks. At the same time, I also hope that people all over the world will mobilize to stop deforestation, protect cultivated land, maintain ecological balance and give Mother Earth a bright future.

The earth is crying, and I believe we can still succeed. In the evening, I had a dream that Mother Earth returned to her original beautiful appearance, with a long-lost smile on her face, and her mother stopped crying.

Composition: Land 5 Hometown is a sacred place in everyone's heart and will never be separated. It is this inch of land that has been haunting our dreams.

The land in my hometown has a fragrance endowed by nature, which will always accompany us to the ends of the earth and make people unforgettable. I was born in this inch of land where I grew up. Although the years are always passing, this inch of land will not pass away. This inch of land has witnessed everything about me and left me with the best memories in my life.

Ever since I saw the fairy tale "Nu Wa made man", I have always thought that I was also cast by this inch of land in my hometown, because I have yellow skin the same color as the land, and my heart is full of the same passion as the Yellow River. Hearing the sound of flowing water, I feel a little cold; When I smell the flowers, there is a faint scent in my heart; When I heard the birds singing, my heart was filled with joy. I have an indissoluble bond with the land in my hometown.

Every inch of land in every hometown is condensed with every tiny grain of sediment. Our motherland's ten thousand, but also with tiny grains of sand piled up one after another towering mountains, condensed great strength, which is the pride of our Chinese nation! If one day, I become a grain of sand, I will support half the motherland with great strength together with thousands of brothers and sisters in Qian Qian. Although our personal strength is very small, when all our silt condenses together, we will definitely make the Chinese nation stand proudly!

Every tiny grain of sediment is added with a drop of clear heshuo. Their composition forms our mother river, the Yellow River, which has a long cultural origin. I love the Yellow River, I love its surging waves, and I love its rushing. I like it very much because it is great. All this, all this, comes from my deepest call.

Every inch of my hometown is fresh in my memory. It gave me far more than that, but it was so clearly engraved in my heart.

Composition: Land 6 walks into the countryside and asks about the taste of pure agricultural soil. This smell is like a hairspring, wandering in my heart.

I walked along the path, and the reeds on both sides were blown by the wind, bypassing my ears. I came to the high stands in the country. Standing here, I can see the whole countryside.

Many crops are planted on this yellow land. They stood upright in the field. They are very good-looking, and none of them are rotten. I think it's because of this land! The soil of this land is very fertile. It has a good water absorption function and is often wet, so plants grow quickly. The roots of plants are also deeply rooted.

Look at this land. This is the land where I grew up. Like a reed flower, I put my heel deep into the soil, and then the soil gave me nutrients. I thank it for giving me nutrition.

China, my motherland, is such a land. She doesn't think about herself. She always keeps the best for herself and the best for her children. She gave birth to a Yellow River, which we have been drinking for generations. She gave birth to a Mount Tai, which we have relied on for generations. We grow rice in this land. Every autumn, there is a fragrant rice in China. Our feet are on the land of China. We drink water from China and eat rice from China.

In this land, she has suffered all kinds of pains, and no one can understand her pain. It used to be a beautiful face, but it was burned, scratched and scraped by us ... Under all kinds of torture, the beautiful face no longer exists. Under all kinds of torture, who can stand it, but she persisted and became stronger. She can bear the weight of a huge country!

Who wouldn't like a place like this?

I love the mountains in this land. They are like giants, blocking everything for us. Like Pangu, he holds the sky above his head and keeps his feet on the ground, supporting this blue sky for us.

I love the rivers flowing in this land. They spread on the earth like curved silver belts.

I love this land, yellow land, and people who raise yellow skin. It has been flooded, covered with snow, burned, invaded by others, trampled by invaders and polluted by the blood of heroic soldiers. Even so, I like it very much.

I stood on the dirt and smelled the pure country flavor. I want to blend into the soil and feel the purest taste of China soil. I want to live in harmony with the soil and feel the real harmony with this land.

Reed ears bypassed my ears, and I picked up a pile of soil and put it in front of my nose. The smell of fresh and pure earth came to my nose.

I want to shout out: "I love this land!" " "

Composition: land 7 Our ancestors raised generations of children and grandchildren by land. They cultivated silently, plain and unpretentious, making the fields full of green and the hills covered with green clothes. It is people who make this land full of vitality. On the contrary, it is land that makes people own land, which makes people gain fruitful results and thus have the reproduction of life. Therefore, we all love the land under our feet.

My grandfather said, "In the past, our village was very small and there were not many people. However, with the development of economy and the increasing population, new houses have sprung up like mushrooms after rain, which also takes up a lot of cultivated land, resulting in less and less cultivated land, increasingly depleted land resources, less and less land and more and more people. It is difficult to make a living just by food on the land.

In desperation, people have gone out to work to make a living.

Land is our home. We should cherish every piece of land and every resource, and be a true patriotic person. Let's join hands and make contributions to the present and the future.

Composition: Land 8 The landlord returned to the recliner, and it was difficult to calm down. Son, it's not that I don't understand. Now, when humans destroy fertile land and cut down forests, millions of acres of people are disappearing every year, which makes me feel so sad and depressed. It's not that I don't struggle. Some people just want money in their pockets and cut off their children's food, but they don't listen to my advice at all. I play the fool because there is nothing I can do. I don't want you to despair. Alas, it is difficult for an official to make decisions for the people. It is better to go home and buy sweet potatoes. Thinking of this, he picked up the "recruitment information" and looked absently.

In a daze, he seemed to see the expectant eyes of his brother and sister, crying sadly, and a voice gradually echoed in his heart, louder and louder. "No, you can't leave the child, you can't compromise, you have to fight with the child." ……

Composition: The land has been in the habit of walking outdoors after rain for more than 9 years. After a night rain, the breezy breeze was a little cool, and the air was a little damp with the fragrance of fresh soil. Look up at a few white clouds floating in the blue sky to make the sunshine softer. Thin clouds are floating in the air, and the heart seems to be being held, and the line of sight stops and follows closely. Until the neck is a little tired and the head is a little lower, it is still pleasing to the eye. Rows of houses were washed clean by rain, and smoke from kitchen chimneys surrounded patches of green. The breeze floated on the willow branches, and birds entangled in the branches, just like the landscape with red walls and green tiles.

"Let me see", "How beautiful!" I couldn't help looking at the sound source. Not far away, there used to be several children playing in the flowers not far away. The older boy is holding a glass bottle-that's what the children are fighting for. "Brother, brother, can you also help me catch one? What a beautiful butterfly. " A little girl who looks only five or six years old asked. "Well, let's have a look and get you a more beautiful one." The boy said confidently, "let's catch some small fish later." I know a place that is particularly easy to store water. I can catch a frog or something. " The children ran to one side.

My eyes are back, looking at my yard. A few years ago, I planted Parthenocissus tricuspidata and Petunia under a wall at home. Now that I've climbed on the roof of my house, my family doesn't care. Summer is green and beautiful. If you look at the wall carefully, you will find three or two snail shells sticking to the wall, or you will meet a small snail crawling slowly. Soft body, head of the two tentacles moving uneasily, afterwards just know, originally their eyes are long on the tentacles! There are always some unknown insects on the leaves, and they are very busy. But the mood is happy because of the scene in front of us, not because of this land.

For many years, I have been in the habit of walking outdoors after rain. The news says there will be a slight fog today. From the window, it looks like the outside. There seems to be some fog in the air. The buildings nearby are very clear, but people in the distance feel that the line of sight is blocked, so I picked up the mask on the table and walked out of the stairs from the house. It's breezy, a little cool, and the air is a little humid, mixed with the smell of concrete. I look up at the sky. It's past six o'clock, foggy, and I can't see the sun, but I said to myself, it's behind the whole gray sky. Walking aimlessly along the street, I went to the park close to my home as before. From time to time, broken colored plastic bags and some unfamiliar packaging bags were blown up by the roadside. A breeze blew, and I couldn't help but close my eyes, fearing that sand and stones would accidentally enter my eyes. After all, sandstorms are very common now. Bypassing the stagnant water mixed with gasoline, there are already some people in the park, mostly old people, taking a leisurely walk or turning on the radio to play Tai Chi. I found a shady place to sit down and look forward. Except for the occasional footsteps and communication, it was very quiet, and I vaguely heard three or two birds calling in the distance before I calmed down. Quiet, everything around, people and scenery inexplicably give people a sense of alienation.

I was bored for a while, and then I went back the same way. I know this land has changed color. The color of the sky has changed, and it is no longer always bright; Streets have changed, and tall buildings have replaced red bricks and green tiles; Even the plants have changed, originally full of agility, but now it is gray silence. My child once asked me, "Mom, have you seen butterflies?" In addition to the temporary shock, I immediately asked myself, "What has changed?" Actually, I am the child. When I asked my mother, "Mom, did you see it?" I don't understand my mother's slight frown and instant surprise. Then under my questioning, my mother told me about her summer after the rain many years ago. The sky is blue, the water is clear, the red walls are blue, the tiles are green, the wind is blowing willows, birds are hovering on the branches, and children are playing on the grass. I'm thinking, if I can, I also want to see the land at that time and the sky in my mother's memory.

Composition: Land 10 Everyone has a place occupied by land in his heart. Although time will pass, but that land will not pass, it witnessed the departure of my life; It will remain in my heart forever. In this dusty life, looking back suddenly may smooth out the vicissitudes of some years! Here it is.

Every time I set foot on the land of my hometown, I feel very down-to-earth, and I know that no matter what is wrong, I will not resent it. Walking on this land, I can't help but see a childhood scene, so real, just like it happened. Maybe this is missing, yes! My hometown really has too many unforgettable memories. Once upon a time, our footprints were everywhere in this land. Now, only memories are left. The past is gone. Ten years later, things have changed. There were times when life was like a dream. Fortunately, my hometown is still there, she will always be in my heart, and the precipitated memory will not disappear with the passage of time.

I had a wonderful childhood in my hometown. I know that I will always walk from my hometown to a foreign land, which is the place I have been longing for and sad. How many nights, when I caught a glimpse of the moonlight outside the window on my back, I couldn't help thinking of my hometown and the quiet field path under the bright moonlight; Think of the affectionate music on that land; remember ...

I remember it's been more than a year since I went back to my hometown last time. I know that the land in my hometown is on tiptoe waiting for me. And that little peach tree must be impatient to wait. I know it misses me as much as I do. I planted it myself. When I went to see it for the last time, it had grown up and "blossomed". Hope is no longer so slim. Of course, it's all because of the land under my feet. Without it, how can we talk about hope? All this is just a fantasy!

Ok, don't say more! I really hope to return to my haunted hometown as soon as possible.