You are the most beautiful color composition.

You are the most beautiful color composition 1 If the earth loses all colors overnight, there must be you, because you are the most beautiful color in my heart-red.

Red and the sun

The winter morning sky is the most unpleasant. Even the stars are hidden in the dark gray curtains, and my heart is gloomy, so even the voice of the earth is still and silent. Even the most noisy and prosperous big cities can't help this dark gray. The streets that are always busy are covered with layers of haze, and there is no noise in the past. Even if a few cars pass by occasionally, it is quiet, as if someone pressed the static button. All this is waiting to be broken. ...

Suddenly, a touch of gorgeous color opened the heavy curtain, tearing the silence and decadence. It is so dazzling, so exciting, so full of vitality and vigor, as if it contains infinite life and strength, so that everything on the earth will wake up effortlessly and the places it passes are warm. When that color brushed my face, I could feel that it not only contained warmth, but also penetrated my heart. My heart trembled slightly, as if to show that I had received the message it brought me.

I stretch myself like that-it's really satisfying.

Yu hongnian

"Sou-",the children laughed and left in a hurry. "Boom!" It exploded everywhere in the air, exploding into countless beautiful arcs, spinning briskly in the night sky and disappearing. The children laughed and clapped their hands and watched it dance in surprise. Undoubtedly the most beautiful dancer at the moment. "New Year! Chinese New Year! " He jumped up happily again and shouted out the joy in his heart.

It appears most frequently in this festival, and it will leave a mark on door couplets, window grilles, firecrackers and even dishes. I don't think other colors are up to such an important task. Red is not only the bear itself, but also a symbol of celebration and reunion. Besides, what color can evoke the yearning of a China person more quickly? Spring Festival, that's it-the red ocean. If it's not red, how can it be as vivid as it is now?

Sitting on the dinner table of the reunion dinner, I will also blend in with this red color. ...

Without red, who will break the silence in winter?

Without red, who will embody the festive flavor?

Without red, the world will lose its most dynamic color.

Even if it is colorful, I still love red, the most beautiful thing that will never go out!

You are the most beautiful color. 2 What color is the most beautiful?

Perhaps it is the glory of the morning light piercing the night, perhaps the splendor of the day rendered by the sunset in the evening, perhaps the first green plant on the earth in early spring, perhaps the last pair of gray geese in the late autumn sky.

But the most beautiful thing in my heart is the red pen that the teacher drew in the exercise book.

This makes me feel kind. In a composition class, the teacher gave us a seemingly ordinary topic and asked us to write a composition. Everyone thought for a while and began to write, but I didn't. Because I want to write something unique. At that time, I was racking my brains. After I altered a piece of draft paper and turned it into a piece of paper like chicken feet, I kneaded it into a walnut and threw it into the trash can. After such paper balls were thrown out one by one, suddenly, "there is no road to doubt, and there is a village." I immediately seized the inspiration and wrote a book. After the text was handed out, I looked at a big tick in the book with a red pen, and I felt the meaning of many things. It kindly told me that "no pains, no gains".

This makes me feel very serious. Last month's math exam, I saw that the questions were very simple, so I didn't carefully examine and check the questions, but wrote casually and answered with confidence. I finished the test paper quickly, rested quietly on my desk, quietly waited for the bell to come, and quietly prepared to accept the teacher's praise. The test paper was handed out the next day. I was surprised, sad and regretful, because it was covered with bright red forks, big and small, and even cut the test paper. Through that hole, I saw the red pen in the teacher's hand and the teacher's serious face. It told me sternly that "pride goes before a fall".

It makes me feel fair. Is selfless and unreasonable. Yes, it will leave a bright red hook, no, it will leave a big fork. Treat me like this and treat others like this. I do better than others, and it will encourage me kindly; I do worse than others, and it will severely criticize me. I am working hard, others are working hard, and my opponent is working harder, which is the yardstick for measuring. It told me fairly: "Shushan has a hard road, and learning the sea is endless."

It is this seemingly unfeeling hook-up that reveals the teacher's heart. Red hook fork, it's you, encouraging me to work hard; It is you who criticize me for being lazy; You told me a lot about being a man. You are the most beautiful and moving color printed in my heart.

You are the most beautiful color. If the earth loses all its colors overnight, there must be you, because you are the most beautiful color in my heart-red. The red and sunny winter morning sky is the most unpleasant. Even the stars are hidden in the dark gray curtains, and my heart is gloomy, so even the voice of the earth is still and silent. Even the most noisy and prosperous big cities can't help this dark gray. The streets that are always busy are covered with layers of haze, and there is no noise in the past. Even if a few cars pass by occasionally, it is quiet, as if someone pressed the static button. All this is waiting to be broken ... suddenly, a touch of gorgeous color opened the heavy curtain and tore the silence and decadence. It is so dazzling, so exciting, so full of vitality and vigor, as if it contains infinite life and strength, so that everything on the earth will wake up effortlessly and the places it passes are warm. When that color brushed my face, I could feel that it not only contained warmth, but also penetrated my heart. My heart trembled slightly, as if to show that I had received the message it brought me. I stretch myself like that-it's really satisfying. With a whoosh, the children left in a hurry with a smile. "Boom!" It exploded everywhere in the air, exploding into countless beautiful arcs and disappearing into the night sky briskly. The children laughed and clapped their hands and watched it dance in surprise. Undoubtedly the most beautiful dancer at the moment. "New Year! Chinese New Year! " He jumped up happily again and shouted out the joy in his heart. It appears most frequently in this festival, and it will leave a mark on door couplets, window grilles, firecrackers and even dishes. I don't think other colors are up to such an important task. Red is not only the bear itself, but also a symbol of celebration and reunion. Besides, what color can evoke the yearning of a China person more quickly? Spring Festival, that's it-the red ocean. If it's not red, how can it be as vivid as it is now? Sitting on the dinner table of the reunion dinner, I will also blend in with such red ... Without red, who will break the silence in winter? Without red, who will embody the festive flavor? Without red, the world will lose its most dynamic color. Even if it is colorful, I still love red, the most beautiful thing that will never go out!

You are the most beautiful color composition 4. Have you finished your homework? Just watch TV! Oh, my God, here we go again. Look at the wrong questions on your test paper. It's too simple. How can you make such a mistake? Just study mobile phones all day!

My nagging mother is a unique color in my family.

I turned around, shouted impatiently and ran back to my room, slamming the door and lying in bed angrily, thinking that if I became a mother in the future, I wouldn't nag endlessly every day like the one outside the door. I must be a good mother who does not hate children and does not nag.

After listening to enough nagging, I just wanted to lie in bed and watch my mobile phone and listen to music, and fell asleep in a daze. When I opened my eyes, I suddenly found out how I grew taller and fatter. I put on my mother's clothes and looked like my mother. Where is my mother? Why is she so thin and small and dressed like me? Oh, it turns out that my mother and I have crossed into each other's world. Haha, since there is such a good opportunity, let me be a qualified mother and set a good example for my daughter Tingting now!

At six o'clock in the morning, listening to the whistling wind and the falling rain outside the window, I couldn't help but tie up the quilt and get ready to sleep for a while. It suddenly occurred to me that I had to get up early to make breakfast for my daughter Tingting, and I had a hard time getting up in the sudden cold weather. Start preparing breakfast for her quickly. At seven o'clock, wake Tingting up quickly. Get up, we're going to be late. I see. Don't worry. She closed her eyes reluctantly. Oh, hurry up, or you'll be late. In this way, I nagged anxiously over and over again, and she barely got up and dressed. Squinting my eyes, muttering all the time, making a mountain out of a molehill every day, talking endlessly. I put the rice on the table, stared at her and urged her to eat quickly. Stop dawdling. When I went out, I told her to listen carefully in class and not to be distracted. She gave me an impatient look and agreed to let her go! Nagging every day! What else do I want to tell you? Just open the door at this time, and you can't tell me that the child is wrong. It's adolescence. It's too hard to control. God, I was instantly brought back to reality by my mother's loud vocal cords.

In this way, I grew up in my mother's endless nagging every day, and now I have become a boarding junior high school student. When I just left my mother to study and live alone, I was lying on the bed in the dormitory at night, and I was especially looking forward to hearing my mother's nagging when I was doing my homework in the evening. Every previous nagging is no longer annoying and collapsing, but my courage to go forward when I encounter difficulties. It was the source of happiness when I was depressed and misunderstood by others. I am grown up now, and I am learning to enjoy my mother's special love and happiness! There are many beautiful colors in the world, and each color makes me linger. But today I understand that only you are the most beautiful color.

You are the most beautiful color composition 5. Osmanthus fragrans in my hometown is silently brewing a love, a song and an ordinary country story in the golden color.

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Looking at the sweet-scented osmanthus blooming outside the window, a special fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus crept into my nasal cavity. I greedily sucked the unique taste of osmanthus, and my thoughts floated in the corridor of time with the smoke rising not far away.

I remember it was late autumn, and you smiled and said to me, "Osmanthus fragrans is really in bloom now. Why don't we pick sweet-scented osmanthus and be Osmanthus Jelly? " I smiled and replied, "Yes, I like your Osmanthus Jelly best."

Walking along the muddy path, accompanied by the laughter of birds, we came to a forest full of osmanthus. You close your eyes and breathe the sweet-scented osmanthus in the forest. I also closed my eyes slightly and enjoyed this refreshing smell feast.

We're on the move. You hold a thick trunk tightly with your hands, your legs are tightly clamped on the trunk, then you put down one leg and push it back fiercely. Trees sway with your body shaking violently, and the sound of "rustling" rings in the Woods. Soon, the ground was covered with golden osmanthus. I quickly picked up the osmanthus flowers on the ground one by one and put them in a small basket. In less than an hour, we returned home with a full load.

I picked up the osmanthus in the basket and poured it into a big basin filled with clear water. Watching them squeezed, they are golden in front of you, and you are kneading, kneading, kneading, and your every movement is so skilled and elegant. Under the reflection of the setting sun, the strands of white hair on your head turned golden. I watched quietly, unconsciously stopped moving, and a thin layer of water vapor gradually covered my eyes.

Wash the sweet-scented osmanthus, put it in a clean basin and mix it into the dough. Your movements are so serious and meticulous, just like an old craftsman treating a beautiful work of art, you gently touch the delicate animals born in your hands, roll back and forth in a big basin full of osmanthus, and put them into a steamer one by one. After 30 minutes of cooking, fresh Osmanthus Jelly came out. You are busy, greeting your neighbors to share this golden delicious food, and golden laughter is floating in the small yard. ...

Hard-working and simple you, like the sweet-scented osmanthus, will always be the most beautiful color in my heart!