Beautiful composition, I want the inspiration of spring.

1. "Look, that wild flower is going to bloom!"

Year after year, spring goes and spring comes. After a long winter hibernation, spring has come. I still remember that our meeting seemed like spring, the cold plum had faded, and the cherry blossom had formed a bud waiting for brilliant opening. I see you, standing in the spring sunshine, gently raising your head, not talking, quietly listening to the sound of the wind. For a long time, you laughed, I know, you heard the sound of the wind, happy songs, and the spring breeze was singing. I also smiled, because I also heard the song of the wind, because I saw the shadow of the spring breeze from you.

Do you remember that spring? We rushed to the visual angle. On the green lake and in the grass filled with the fragrance of earth, you and I curled up in the green bristlegrass like a group of lazy kittens, enjoying the nourishment of spring, as if imagining that you and I are a pair of white and pink twin flowers, thriving in the breath of spring.

You sing softly:

"La la la la, sing softly, let's walk together with colorful colors, just like happy flowers find you. On the sunny ramp, on the pedal bike, I will turn it into a spring breeze, carrying your memories ... "

There are so many springs in my life, but my junior high school life is only three short years. You accepted me, and his figure is always so intoxicating in the spring breeze. I look at your smile and hope that time can stand still. Remember, the last time I saw you, it was spring-I held plum blossoms picked in winter, hoping that this arrogant creature would keep blooming, but it eventually withered ... that day, you were still smiling. The pink of cherry blossoms is as bright as your smile, and the pink petals flying all over the sky are like a song in the spring breeze, flying in that unknown direction. I can't bear to cry anymore, so I have to smile as brightly as you ... the wild flowers are in full bloom! You and I hold hands and carve our names under the cherry tree, so that flowers and spring breeze can be the witness of that smile, and our time together will become eternal ... We are around the open playground, under the cherry tree engraved with our names! When I am reunited with you here, I just want to say thank you for smiling at me, just like a flower blooming in the corner of the campus where the bells are ringing.

It is another spring, and I am walking on the road full of flowers. The new songs of popular idols are playing in the video store, and the melodious guitar sound images are scattered with the spring breeze ... like faint flowers. ...

I think of your smile again, that bright smile, and everything that happened in the spring breeze and under the cherry trees, that unusual spring. ...

May we be as strong as flowers blooming in the wild and never give up, until the geometric time, the day we met here ... until the geometric time, the day we met here, the afterglow dyed the familiar cherry orchard red, and we held our own memories, so we set out and never gave up until we reached the dream place. Although it is still a nameless flower, it will bloom strongly and never be discouraged.

"Look at that wild flower is about to open! In those youthful years, in that innocent age without lies, we carved our names under the cherry trees. Do you remember me? "

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Spring is the first of the four seasons, and a one-year plan is the beginning of everything. When the last trace of indifference in winter turns into dusk smoke, printed on the back cover of years, and turned into dusty memories, the footsteps of spring have replaced all traces of passing away, and everything formatted will be reloaded with new content.

The chill disappeared, everything revived, and the earth opened its sleepy eyes. "Blowing your face is not cold." Spring breeze caresses the earth, blows green branches, blows red peach blossoms and awakens the rippling lake. In front of us, there is a beautiful scenery of "flowers are getting more attractive, shallow grass can have no horseshoes", which makes people intoxicated in this fantastic scenery and linger back and forth.

"The spring tide comes late to rain, and there is no boat to cross the wild." Spring rain is an indispensable main scenery in spring. Spring rain is as expensive as oil, not that it is rare, but that its delicate and fresh feeling is commendable. Spring rain gives people a pure feeling, as if it can wash people's hearts, wash away the darkness and filth, and present a new meaning of spring, a green bud, a fairyland of blue sky and breeze. Sadness, helplessness, hesitation and confusion are all fixed in the quiet snow and disappear with the passing winter.

In this unusual spring, I can't help but think of Wang Feng's "In Spring". Its climax is like this:

"If one day, I am No Country for Old Men, please leave me at that time; If one day I am in No Country for Old Men, please leave me here this spring. "

This song is filled with Wang Feng's sigh about how time flies and his feelings for spring. In his view, spring represents a new beginning for everyone and a place where everyone should belong. If one day he will leave quietly, it may be a hug with the earth in spring, or it may become a grass under a tree, or a drop of crystal dew on the grass ... Now it seems that what he becomes is enough, because he belongs to the whole spring.

You see, through the ages, how many literati have written their yearning for spring, and how many artists and singers have sung carols about spring. In this unusual spring, we learn from the selfless dedication of grass, sigh that green leaves are willing to be ladders to set off the beautiful character of flowers, and understand that the touch of spring breeze on everything on the earth actually comes from deep love. ...

"If one day, I am No Country for Old Men, please leave me at that time; If one day, I am in No Country for Old Men, please leave me here, in this spring, in this spring ... "

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An explanation of the meaning of the question

This is called conditional composition. The key to writing this article is to read through two conditions:

Keyword 1: "Spring" must describe what happened in spring; Expressing feelings and discussing hair growth are bound to be related to the seasonal theme of "spring".

Keyword 2: "unusual" means different from other seasons and previous spring. In this spring, an unusual story happened, and I realized an intriguing feeling, or an unusual harvest.

The highlight of this topic composition is to write this "unusual" well.

We can conceive from the perspective of "The Story of Spring". A story that happened one spring. The protagonist of this story can be himself or others. This experience and this scene touched and changed my life, enlightened my thoughts and enriched my wisdom. This is an "unusual". It should be noted that don't fabricate bizarre and exaggerated storylines in pursuit of "unusual", and lose the real life foundation, but become the failure of the article.

It can also be conceived from the perspective of "the feelings of spring". This idea should be close to the writing and life foundation of ordinary students. Because, the memory of spring will never change, spring is blooming and full of spring. Walking into spring and embracing spring will always be the main theme of our life. Then "feeling unusual" is something to write about, and everyone will always have different feelings and rich and gorgeous reverie in the face of great spring scenery.

1. The lush and passionate summer is certainly exciting. Autumn is beautiful with fruitful results, and winter covered with snow is certainly beautiful, but I have a soft spot for vibrant spring.

Look! The grass crept out of the ground, and the bright green and silver spirit slowly took off its pure and beautiful coat, and spring appeared.

She not only came, but also brought spring breeze, spring rain and countless flowers and plants. The spring wind is so pleasant that people feel extremely relaxed and happy.

The water drops of spring rain beat on the roof tiles, just like a beautiful music; Splash is a beating note, and its close contact with ceramic tiles is the magic endowed by nature.

The seedlings and grass drank the water heartily, which made people immersed in colorful reverie.

It was an ordinary intoxicating spring, but there was a trace of heartache in my heart. Because I will be separated from my most sincere friend. I will respect my parents' wishes-transfer. So, I moved from Leshan to Mengshan.

I remember that spring, I walked with Swallow in the shopping mall. She held my hand and leisurely hummed her favorite JJ Lin song "Windy Summer". She asked me to sing with her, and I did.

At that time, I was so absorbed in singing that I burst into tears. Swallow looked at me in surprise, wiped my tears with her hand and asked me with concern. When she learned the truth from my weeping mouth, she didn't cry, but stood up and said to me. "Plum, I will remember you, because you will always be my friend. Right? " I nodded heavily.

On the day I left, on the boulevard, she gave me a blue toy necklace and said to me; We all have a blue necklace. This is a testimony to our friendship. Tears came out again.

She insisted that I go first. She wanted to watch me leave. Suddenly, behind me, there was a song:

"Remember yesterday, that summer, when the wind blew ..."

After six years of separation, we encouraged each other, supported each other, shared happiness, shared sadness and troubles.

I will always remember the song "Windy Summer" in the unusual spring in "Boulevard":

"Let blue thoughts, with wings of love, fly to your side and tell your heart-..."

Shan Ying Literature Society of Mengshan School, Wusheng County, Guang 'an City: Yangmei

Instructor: Tang Zhiyong

2. In Yangzhou in March, I didn't see "three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, duck prophets in spring water heating", and red clouds hung in front of my pupils. Have you ever known that there is no haze on the eternal horizon?

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Age is like a weed under your feet, which grows wildly inadvertently. I often lie on the fence of the terrace, looking at the distant buildings and thinking of the ancient city.

Colorful flowers paved a gorgeous post road, and I stood in the middle, too light to trace. Grandpa sat on the dusty steps with a smile on his mouth, watching me play. At that time, even though I was young and ignorant, I knew that my grandfather loved me dearly.

Time is an invisible sharp blade, and its sharpness is more and more obvious in the tempering of years.

The footsteps of spring have quietly left, leaving only a short memory.

If time can give me a choice to exchange my youth for grandpa's birthday, I will not hesitate to promise and never regret it.

In late spring, I came to grandpa's ward with a little sadness. After that pleasant journey, grandpa was diagnosed as terminal liver cancer by the doctor, and his death is not far away.

I knocked on the locked door, which smelled of dying. Grandpa lay dying on his deathbed, his eyes glazed over, which naturally caused a little pity. I walked up to him, and he found me and touched my clothes with his wrinkled veteran. Poor him, he doesn't even have the strength to speak, only his lips are slightly closed, and no one can know his innermost thoughts.

Grandpa pointed to the desk three or four meters away from the bed, as if to signal something to me. I envy that simple desk, which only has a yellowed white paper and a cheap quill pen.

I understood his intention, for fear that Grandpa would leave without saying goodbye, I quickly stepped forward, took the pen and paper on the table in my hand and handed it to Grandpa, who was getting weaker and weaker.

Grandpa raised his pen with all his strength and wrote on the paper trembling: "Son, grandpa wants to see you smile."

I tried to focus on the scrawled handwriting, tears condensed in my eyes and then slipped down my cheeks to my chin.

Grandpa then wrote on the paper: "Grandpa is leaving, son, remember, you must continue to laugh."

At this moment, I couldn't help it anymore, and then I burst into tears.

Grandpa reached out and tried to wipe away the tears in his eyes. However, it backfired. Grandpa's shriveled hand stayed in mid-air for a moment, then suddenly fell down, forever.

When I was in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I would murmur at my grandfather's grave, as if I were talking to him, telling him that I was still laughing and never stopped.

In this unusual spring, I hold the only photo of my grandfather in my hand and smile.

This spring is unusual, my motherland was destroyed.

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As time went on, the cold north wind began to recede to the north step by step. The winter snow has gone, followed by spring breeze and spring rain dominated the earth. The melting of ice and snow, the germination of green, is another beautiful scene of spring. However, at this moment, there is a hidden crisis in the north where I am.

A fierce army is approaching Chang 'an city step by step. They climbed over the mountains and quietly prepared to give the capital a fatal gentle knife at any time. The spring breeze was warm, but it didn't wipe away their winning heart at all. They waited until the right time, the right place and the right person, then strode forward and drove all the way, with their heads down wherever they went. They acted quickly and soon arrived outside Chang 'an. However, it was not until the rebels were stationed outside the city that the emperor realized that the country was in danger. However, Chang 'an defenders had no strength to fight back, and were soon captured, and the whole country was in chaos. ...

I seem to have been hit on the head. I can't believe the messenger. But I understand that the facts are in front of me and I can't escape.

Walking in the street, I saw the willows by the river swinging green branches and bright flowers decorating the earth. This is the benefit of spring, but the shops around are empty and the streets are not as busy as before. I can only see people carrying bags and children running outside the city. They just want to escape from the battlefield as soon as possible, avoid the smoke of war and avoid the destruction of war.

I have been out for nearly a year, leaving my wife and children behind. They haven't sent me a message for half a month. They should have heard the news of the fall of Chang 'an. Why didn't they come to report peace? Is it also filled with the smoke of the rebels? I flew back to my native land. Although there are dense trees and wild flowers along the way, I am not even in the mood for sightseeing. I only have anxiety, hesitation and sadness in my heart.

This spring is turbulent: the enemy invaded our country and the people fled;

This spring is painful: the country is bullied by the enemy and deeply hurt;

This spring is anxious: letters from home are hard to find and life and death are uncertain.

I wrote:

Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested.

Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.

The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold.

Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.

With the deepening of spring, this unusual spring will pass, and I hope it will usher in a happy summer. ...

In this unusual spring.

In this unusual spring, I look forward to one hope after another. I always hope that I can drive faster and the sunshine will be warmer, so that I can daydream in the shower and get up in disappointment.

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The number that determines fate (hi)

God bless me, give me more and less places. Keep praying in your heart. Finally, the fateful moment has arrived. My heart is pounding and I am sweating all over. "Teacher, please cut the crap and look at the report card." I can't wait to become anxious. The heavy pressure makes me abnormal. I really hope that the god of luck will take care of me and let me not struggle in the whirlpool of scores. One second seems so long at this moment, and the teacher's summary becomes irrelevant nonsense in my eyes.

Now, I just want to shout to the sky: "I love you, goddess of luck." Haha, this victory is unprecedented. I finally got rid of the spell. 135 on the math test paper seems to be the best praise for my study on weekdays (you know, my math has been holding me back). Haha, I screamed at the sky. The sunshine in spring is so bright and my heart is so happy. Great, great, spring is great. The first monthly exam in the new year made me feel the long-lost joy. Maybe this is unusual in spring!

The network is on the verge of collapse (fear)

Slowly, tell me why I am so lonely. I just ask you to give me more intimate friends. I'm lonely, but I'm used to this excitement. I can only tell myself silently that learning is the first task. I am lonely, and I miss my old self. I look forward to those days full of laughter. I really hope that with the coming of spring, my friends will come. Sometimes, I feel very lost because I feel lonely. In fact, sometimes you will find that psychological enjoyment is more needed than material enjoyment.

I am used to expressing my heart in words, but why is my composition always read by so few poor people? Sometimes, I sigh why my life is always so difficult. Why does a person get good grades and his friends leave him? Finally, one day I understood that people are selfish and don't want others to surpass themselves. Perhaps, this is a process that a person must go through all his life. In fact, spring is sometimes unusually sad, just like plum blossoms. Although it is fragrant, it is only the companionship in winter.

Go back to the net next to you (surprised)

Tonight, when I came to Wang Chuang again after two months, I felt a thrill. Wang Chuang was finally modified and became more beautiful and perfect than before. Finally, I don't accept online money, which is really understandable for us novices who are short of money. I want to shout: "Long live understanding, old editor."

Tonight, I'm going to be addicted, and I'm going to make up for everything I lost in two months. Wait, Wang Chuang, I'm back. Hahaha! ! ! Chun, this is an unusual gift he gave me.

Summary: There are joys and sorrows in a person's life. Don't lose heart when facing difficulties. Difficulties will always pass, and a happy and unusual spring will come.

5, spring, in this spring season, everything is recovering, it seems so unusual.

The rain was pouring down, and he ran in the rain curtain regardless of fatigue. Raindrops cut into his heart like handfuls of knives, and his heart was very open. Along the trunk, he slowly slipped down and squatted on the ground. During the thunderstorm, a flash of lightning and dazzling light lit up his pale face. The cold wind blew and cherry blossoms were scattered all over the floor. Why? This spring is so unusual. The spring rain that should have been pattering has turned into a rainstorm, and the flowers that were originally everywhere have turned into bloodthirsty cherry blossoms.

"Boom", another burst of lightning and thunder, mother's sharp words came: "What did I ask you to come here for? Is to let you take care of your brother, not take care of him, and don't talk when you get home. If I had known this, I would have let you die there! " "Mom, why, I can only exist as a tool? Why do you break the dream I created to comfort myself again and again? " He muttered to himself. The cuckoo's piercing snow cry came from a distance. Why is this spring so unusual? Birds should be flying all over the sky, but now only cuckoos are left singing alone?

It's raining harder and harder, and raindrops slide down your hair. Vaguely, I seem to see the person I admire most say sorry again: "I'm sorry, I have always regarded you as my best brother." My best friend smiled sarcastically when I turned around. "Why? Dearest, why did they betray themselves? Is it my illusion that the days of hugging and warming in winter and splashing in summer are gone forever? " He shouted over and over again. Why is this spring so unusual that love birds has to split his intestines!

The rain slowly subsided, he stood up, adjusted his clothes and makeup, and trudged to "home". Because he knows that the time for indulgence has passed, he must always face what he should face, be strong in loneliness and helplessness, and be happy in front of the "enemy"! Why is this spring so unusual? At this time, the sunshine is so dazzling that it is not inferior to moxibustion day!

He is in adolescence. In his vision, adolescence is no different from spring, full of vitality and vigor. However, the reality at this time is like spring, so unusual, so unsatisfactory!

When can ordinary spring come? When can I regain the spring when flowers are blooming, everything is reviving and life is like a dream?

6. The wind gently brushed people's faces; Flowers proudly raise their little faces for fear of being forgotten; Grass, straighten your body to show your friendliness to people; The trees are particularly green, and the birds on the branches are dancing and singing, cheering together for this unusual spring.

Spring is full, and I walk alone on a quiet path, enjoying the warmth brought by the sunshine.

Suddenly, I found a little girl beside me, as if doing something very hard. I went over and patted her on the shoulder and asked softly, "Little sister, what are you doing?" "The girl turned her head and her dirty little face was filled with happiness:" I am planting trees! The teacher said that as long as each of us has a tree, the world will become very beautiful! " I touched her head and smiled and said, "Really? So, do you want your sister to help you? " "That won't do!" The little girl said with a serious face, "the teacher said that you should plant it yourself, and you will be happy!" "I paused, and then I smiled, laughing at her innocence, but more appreciation.

Looking around, the whole hill is full of children of about four or five years old, who are working tirelessly. Not only children, but also white-haired old people who have spent years in the past are happy to run to the mountains to create a beautiful green world for the next generation.

In this unusual spring, adults and children have become diligent, for the 2008 Olympic Games and for a better future of the motherland.

The wind is still blowing; Flowers are more enchanting and beautiful; The grass is greener; With the seemingly endless singing of birds, the trees are more lush. ...

In this unusual spring, with a beautiful dream, plant a seed, maybe in autumn, you can harvest a lot of happiness!

Postscript-I hope all people in the world who have dreams and keep working hard will always be so happy ~! ~