This really fascinates me with composition.

In daily life or work and study, when it comes to composition, everyone is certainly familiar with it. With the help of composition, people can reflect objective things, express thoughts and feelings, and transmit knowledge and information. Do you know how to write a standardized composition? The following is what I collected for you, which really fascinates me. Welcome to share.

This really fascinates me There were many famous calligraphers in ancient China: Wang Xizhi, Liu Gongquan, Ouyang Xiu, Yan Zhenqing ... all of them are the bright pearls of Chinese calligraphy. In modern times, there are many famous calligraphers: Pang Zhonghua and Zhang Kejiang ... who also contributed to China's calligraphy. Looking at these famous calligraphers, I can't help itching. I thought: wouldn't it be a good thing if I could write as well as them? Thinking about it, an idea flashed through my mind: why don't I practice calligraphy, too! All right, just do it.

I looked for equipment for practicing calligraphy nearby and ran home happily. After I got everything ready, I was about to start writing when my father came over and looked at me with puzzled eyes and asked, "What are you going to do?" I told my father my idea, and my father smiled: "It's good that you have this idea, but you must stick to it and don't give up halfway!" " "I smiled and nodded.

But when I picked up the pen and wrote the first word, I didn't know how to write it, so I had to call my father. My father taught me patiently step by step, because I was not skilled enough, so my father taught me to write from strokes. Gradually, I feel more and more comfortable. I also mastered some basic essentials. However, writing can't be practiced in a day or two. It needs a persistent and never giving up heart. Therefore, I keep practicing every day, no matter how busy I am. And I also understand the mystery.

Practicing calligraphy can not only write well, but also improve one's moral cultivation and cultivate one's sentiment! As the saying goes: "See words like people!" You might as well try to practice calligraphy!

Music is colorful and colorful, which fascinates me. I remember once, I quarreled with a very close friend, and we both ignored each other. So I went home to listen to music. As soon as I listen to music, I feel a breath rushing from my feet to my head. I suddenly feel full of strength. I am angry with all my friends. I've considered everything. I think I made a mistake, too. It's just that I was carried away by anger. Calm down now, and remember it slowly. So I recommend listening to music for that friend. Less than a day later, he came to me to apologize. Music turned a pair of enemies into friends, which really fascinated me.

Another time, I was listening to music, and I was really fascinated. I heard a friend ask me to play table tennis, which is my favorite sport, but that time I flatly refused. Maybe music fascinates me too much.

Whenever I quarrel with my classmates and disagree, the beautiful song "Daoxiang" rings in my ear from time to time, and I am intoxicated. Music has a power to make me get along well with my friends. This is the charm of music. Whenever I miss and care, the song "Care" will ring in my ear. I was intoxicated and my tears fell. Every word in the song makes me feel the same. This is the power of music. Whenever I feel wronged and sad. When I am sad, the song "The Night when the Stars Cry" has been echoing in my ears. I will also look up at the stars and tell myself to stop crying, learn from the stars and shine hard, and don't be sad; Whenever I encounter difficulties in my study and hear the song "Sailors are afraid of water", I will also learn to let go of myself, sprint hard, overcome difficulties and go forward bravely …

Life is better because of music, and I am happier because of music. Music fascinates me, I like music, I love music, and my life is inseparable from music.

This really fascinates me Her description is vivid, and every step is spinning in the same place, which really fascinates me and can't help but admire the unique beauty of oriental women.

"Clear water produces hibiscus, and carving is natural." In the light breeze and drizzle, several women dressed in elegant cheongsam walked through the alleys of Jiangnan with oil-paper umbrellas. They turned around step by step, as if they were a group of lost fairies. Between the gray tiles and white walls, between the bridges and the flowing water, there seems to be an overflow of Jiangnan charm.

"Jiangnan is good and the scenery is old." The family came to Jiangnan town. Misty rain, less crowded people, rain dripping on umbrellas, soft rain, so that the whole Jiangnan town seems to be covered with a mysterious white gauze. Walking, grandma stopped in front of a cheongsam shop. Walking into the cheongsam shop, the cheongsam inside is exquisite in workmanship, as if it were painted with painter's paint, classic and overflowing. "This is definitely not driven by the crude technology of the factory. The stitches are exquisite. " Grandma rubbed her cheongsam and said softly. She chose a cheongsam with the same color as lilacs, wearing a jade bracelet, a long cheongsam with feet and a pair of black leather shoes. Although my grandmother is old, her elegant temperament seems to show me the unique beauty of oriental women in the Republic of China.

Grandma was a fashionable woman at that time, a thoughtful and experienced person. She said that she had read Zhang Ailing's books, liked her writing style and the way she wore cheongsam, from which there was a smell of agarwood. In Zhang Ailing's novels, cheongsam is undoubtedly the irreplaceable protagonist. In Half Life, she wore a light pink cheongsam, while Man Lu wore an apple green satin cheongsam. Wu Cuiyuan in the blockade is wearing a white gauze cheongsam; In Love in the City, Bai Liusu wears a moon-white cicada gauze cheongsam. Every heroine has her own cheongsam, and Zhang Ailing loves cheongsam even more. I vaguely remember that Bellamy once described Zhang Ailing like this: "Wearing an old but gorgeous cheongsam, holding your noble head high and looking at the dust and dust indifferently." 1995 Zhang Ailing died at home. In this era when cheongsam has been withdrawn, she still wears an ochre red cheongsam and walks quietly and gracefully all her life. "A song goes to the courtyard, lights go downstairs", history is like a loose play, and Zhang Ailing endows cheongsam with soul.

"Is this beautiful?" Grandma fiddled with her cheongsam. "It's beautiful!" I said while applauding. Grandma told me that when she was a child, she had a dream that one day she would come here, wearing a cheongsam and holding a folding fan, and walk gracefully on the misty and rainy bluestone road. Her vivid description and step-by-step turn really fascinated me, and I couldn't help admiring the unique beauty of oriental women.

In the south of the Yangtze River in March and April, the spring rain is unhurried, dense and alternating, gentle as a mother's hand, lingering like a breeze, caressing and infiltrating mountains and rivers. The rain stopped, and the rain and dew danced among the flowers and leaves like a dancing girl. As soon as the sun shines, the dew turns into steam and rises to the sky like a fairy's light smoke. Rows of houses on both sides of the river are reflected in the clear water, glowing with light. The quaint and mysterious atmosphere lingers in the long ancient town, and the place where "sunrise is better than fire, and spring is like a blue" is vividly depicted on the scroll with the brush strokes of ink. Suddenly, I closed my eyes. Such a beautiful scenery reminds people of the beauty of "The Woods are Big: Under the Singing", and reminds people of Grandma walking in a deep alley in lavender cheongsam when she was young. The air is sometimes mixed with a few delicate fragrance, which makes people relaxed and happy. The wind gently drops a little red, which is exquisite and graceful.

Cheongsam, the unique beauty of oriental women, carries the pursuit of beauty in China women's hearts. Wearing cheongsam and holding an oil-paper umbrella, the elegant temperament is fascinating and is the most beautiful dream in a woman's heart.

This really fascinates me The winter in the city is very dry, which is very bad and makes me sick.

The sky is shrouded in fog, gray, confused and boundless. The shadow covered the sky with a strong posture, only the sun shone feebly, as boring as a blank sheet of paper and a bowl of gruel.

Such a city and such an environment make me sick.

I curled up in the corner of the room and looked at the sky through the window. Maybe what I want to see is a piece of Wang Yang, blue without impurities, with silky luster and rolling white waves, but this city has only given me a piece of white desert.

Time seems to have solidified, and there is a dead silence between heaven and earth, even the leaves on the branches do not move. Shrugging on a dry branch, like a dying old cat.

The sudden ringing of the telephone broke the depressing silence. Then my father opened my door.

"Relatives called to let us go to the countryside to play. Shall we go? "

Country?

My mind is full of images. In an instant, countless scenes passed by: rotten old houses, dim lights, fields with thousands of colors, white-haired old people dragging farm tools with difficulty, and old women with no longer looks curled up on rattan chairs, looking at family photos, gentle and lonely.

The impression given by the countryside is like an old kerosene lamp, without a trace of dreamy and beautiful colors. If it were normal, I would definitely not go.

I sighed. It doesn't matter. Let's go for a walk.

The wheel ran over the cracked land, and the sky in my sleep was still overcast, and the dark clouds were stacked one after another, which made me almost cry.

When I opened my eyes again, tears really came out of my eyes. Not the sky overhead, but the vast sea, so the color that penetrates the depths of the soul must be the sea! Clouds flowing from a distance are just rolling waves.

Such an environment, such a sky, fascinates me.

I seem to have returned to my hometown haunted by dreams. My hometown in memory was destroyed in the roar of the machine, and it may be its fate to be crushed into mud by the wheels of years, but the grass and trees in front of me clearly overlap with the old photos in my heart.

This hometown fascinates me, fascinates me.

The mountain in the country is never lonely, because there are generations of people living in the heart of the mountain. The mountains in the city are lonely, because there are only silent plants in my heart, standing quietly and saying nothing.

I saw several old people waiting in the wind in the distance. They waved to us and shouted loudly, just like children of several years old, shouting their playmates with vigor and vitality. Their backs have been bent by the heavy years, but their hearts are still straight. Their voices are old and hoarse, but that heart is still the most lush tree in Mr. Xia's heart.

Maybe people who live in the countryside are as old as trees.

This kind of local customs also fascinates me.

They took me to an old house. The old house faces a mountain stream. From the window probe, it is full of water. Just like a family in the south of the Yangtze River. Jiangnan in the dream must be misty and rainy, and the distant mountains are hazy? Just like this village, there are streams flowing all year round, which is enough.

It began to snow in the air and a layer of white appeared on the horizon. Small snowflakes climb down the edge of the sky, just like stars falling to the ground. The trees in the mountains seem to melt in the snow. My heart seems to melt into the scenery.

I threw myself on the snowy grass and closed my eyes intoxicated.

This hometown, this environment, this custom, really, really fascinates me!