Use one thing to express his feelings, a 450-word essay

A 450-word essay on expressing his feelings with one thing

The trivial matters in life are like shells, some are dazzling, some are ordinary, they are scattered in my heart The beach left me with many wonderful memories. One of them is still fresh in my memory...

I still remember that when I was 10 years old, I followed my father during the summer vacation. We visited the famous Dajin Lake in Fujian. He and I had a great time and spent three days happily.

That night, my father said to me: "Tomorrow is the last day of the trip. Dad, I also know a place that is very fun and ***, but you are too timid, we will not go there tomorrow..."

I obediently fell into the trap of my father's "provoking method", Said: "Humph, and I don't dare to play with things! You must take me there tomorrow!"

Dad did what he said, and the next day he took a boat and set sail towards the goal.

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The boatman took us to a floating island. I trotted all the way and followed the boatman to a sign with a few big words written on it: Water Skydiving!

Ah! Water Skydiving! Oh my God, I am a "landlubber"! What if I fall into the water? A series of tragic pictures appeared in my mind... I shook my head vigorously, no, the thirty-six strategies are the best way—— I ran away.

However, when I looked back, my father’s tall body blocked me. Where was the boat? It had been enjoying the shade in the shadow of the mountain in the distance! What a move to “catch up” "Duck is on the shelf"! I thought: Just go up there. I will try my best to play once. After all, my father and staff are protecting me down there, so there is nothing to be afraid of!

At this time, my father said again: " My daughter is so brave!" I was heartbroken, turned around and walked straight towards the staff.

I put on a life jacket, put on a safety belt, and carried a parachute. , there are two thick hemp ropes on my body connected to the speedboat on the water in the distance. As soon as the speedboat starts, I will be connected to fly into the blue sky.

"One, two, three..." staff As soon as I finished speaking, I ran outside, and with a "swish" sound, I flew high into the sky like an arrow from a string.

Ah! I flew up! The sky is very blue, and the water is very blue. The green is very green, the mountains are very green, just like a picture; ah! I fly! The people on the floating island are as small as ants, which "ant" is my father? Ah! I fly, many birds They all looked at me, this uninvited guest, curiously, and chirped at me kindly: Ah! I flew up, and I felt a freedom I had never experienced before! At that moment, I was so happy!

I realized at that moment: Isn’t that what life is like? We will encounter many difficulties on the road to success. As long as we can face it with sincerity, the future will be ours and it’s up to you. The composition "A Stick of Ice Cream" in the Soaring Sky expresses true feelings

A Stick of Ice Cream

? It was a hot summer, and I was eating ice cream while watching TV. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door: "Dong dong, open the door!" Oh, it turned out to be my brother. I thought: "My brother is a big locust. If he sees me eating ice cream, he will definitely eat it." I quickly put the ice cream under the pillow and slowly opened the door. As soon as my brother entered the door, he looked here and there, looking for food. After walking around, he found that there was nothing to eat, so he went downstairs dejectedly to play cards with others. I quickly opened the pillow, but the ice cream had turned into a puddle of water, and I immediately burst into tears. My mother heard my cry and asked: "Why are you crying?" I said slowly and in a crying voice: "Brother can do magic! He made my ice cream disappear!" I then explained everything in detail. I told my mother. After hearing this, my mother couldn't laugh or cry. She picked up the two yuan and said, "That's melted! Come on, buy two ice cream sticks and give one to my brother!"...

? Until now, as a mother, When I tell others about this, I can't help but blush and run towards the room. 150 words to express feelings with wintersweet

Wintersweet

I like wintersweet, not only because it is one of the "Four Gentlemen" together with orchids, bamboos and chrysanthemums, but also because it is cold-resistant. The colder the winter, the more vigorous and beautiful it blooms. It is because of the spirit of wintersweet that "it blooms alone in the cold" that I love it.

Wintersweet is not as beautiful as chrysanthemum, not as gorgeous as rose, not as beautiful as lotus, not as rich as peony, not as simple and elegant as Milan flower, but it is fragrant and can withstand cold. It can grow in cold places, so I like it.

Wintersweet flowers only have five petals, which are as big as a thumbnail. Like other flowers, they have stamens and pistils. Because the wintersweet flower is waxy yellow, everyone calls it the wintersweet flower.

Nature is a magical magician. It turns spring into a riot of colors, with all kinds of flowers blooming. Everyone has their own favorite flowers. Some people have their own favorite flowers. I like fragrant orchids, some people like the bright and colorful sunflowers, and some people like the proud and proud Phalaenopsis. But I prefer the simple, pure and lovely wintersweet that dots the nature. flower.

Wintersweet, like other trees, grows leaves in spring but blooms in winter.

In spring, we generally don’t notice wintersweet, but in winter, when all the flowers have withered, wintersweet blooms. When everyone comes out to play, they can smell its fragrant smell and see its freshness. Yuu's dance.

In the cold winter, wintersweet flowers bloom most luxuriantly. In the snow season, wintersweet flowers are in full bloom, but the delicate flowers are not afraid of the biting north wind. They are scattered dotted on the leaves, which is very beautiful. Beautiful. It is covered with white snow. From a distance, it looks like white clouds embedded in the branches, which embellishes the winter even more beautifully. In other seasons, although the wintersweet flowers do not appear, the wintersweet trees still stand on the hillside. Above.

I should be like the wintersweet, tenacious, not afraid of difficulties, and move forward courageously. Like the wintersweet, I should not let the difficulties overcome me, but let myself overcome the difficulties.

I like wintersweet, and I also like its spirit of not being afraid of difficulties.

Many wintersweets were planted downstairs at my grandparents’ house. They are over two meters tall.

On a winter morning, I went downstairs to the yard for morning exercises. I opened my arms and took a deep breath. Waves of refreshing fragrance hit my nostrils, and the refreshing aroma made me feel comfortable. In this world of plum blossoms welcoming snow and frost, I was completely intoxicated, as if I had entered a paradise.

When I came to the plum blossom, I saw that its petals were light yellow and the flower core was golden yellow. The blooming wintersweet looked like a jade carving, crystal clear and elegant, with a bit of icy charm.

The appearance of plum blossoms is very beautiful and the fragrance is very strong. The most important thing is its quality. Winter is ruthless. Listen, the biting cold wind "hoo-hoo-hoo," is like a crazy beast running and roaring; look at the small trees on the roadside shaking violently, and a group of "yellow butterflies" "-The leaves were fluttering in the wind; all the leaves on the tall trees on the playground had fallen away. But in this harsh climate environment, wintersweet not only did not bow down in the face of difficulties, but instead bloomed with gold-like flowers. A 300-word essay on choosing a small thing to express feelings

We are always pursuing perfection and the perfection of everything. So "there is no best, only better" has become everyone's goal. Ever since, it has become a convention to use "perfection" to measure everything. There was a girl who felt that she was not beautiful enough or "perfect" enough, so she was willing to go to the hospital for major plastic surgery, so she got the "number one artificial beauty". But it was clear that she was not ugly, just not outstanding enough, but she still refused to accept it and felt that she was not "perfect" enough. The moon in my heart is missing. Even if I become a beautiful woman, how can I feel it? Since I treat myself this way, I must be more harsh on others. Her nose is not high enough, her eyes are not big enough, he does things too much, he speaks without thinking... There are faults everywhere, and there are mistakes everywhere. If everyone has to care about everything, then where is the joy of our life? Is it in finding fault? When we see what others have done wrong, we gloat about it; when we see what others do worse than ourselves, we are filled with joy. . There is a incomplete moon in everyone's heart, and there is malice in everyone's heart. So how can life be peaceful? How can the world find peace?

Please plant a round moon in your heart and accept the love of others with a pure and tolerant heart. Everything, no matter when, don't rush to say bad things. Change the angle and the scenery will be better. There is actually no difference between a full moon and a waning moon.

Nature is beautiful. The lush, evergreen trees and the flowers in various shapes and colors decorate the canine nature with their colors, moods, shapes and functions, and also decorate people's lives. We have created a beautiful, pleasant and colorful environment that provides humans with various indispensable resources. Our survival and life are inseparable from plants, and flowers, plants and trees have also become important themes for students to practice their compositions.

Articles describing plants, whether narrative or expository, are inseparable from "like things" and "chanting things". According to the ancient Chinese literary theorist Liu Ting and "The Literary Mind and the Carving of Dragons", chanting things and expressing one's ambitions is called "responding to things and expressing one's ambitions". This sentence means that when one sees external things, A certain thought is triggered, so he expresses his feelings by describing external things. For example, "Luohuahua" (written by Xu Dishan), "The Style of Pine Trees" (written by Tao Zhu), "Camellia Ode" (written by Yang Shuo), "Praise to Baiyang" (written by Mao Dun), etc. that students have learned in Chinese class are all A masterpiece that sings about things and expresses ambitions.

So, how to describe plants?

First, we must observe carefully and grasp the characteristics of plants to describe the food in detail. A junior high school composition to express a feeling

"Ling, come and eat." Following my mother's shouts, I stumbled out of the study room and saw a table full of food, all of which were mine. My favorite food, I suddenly remembered that today is my mother's birthday. I couldn't wait to pick up a big chicken leg and was about to put it in my mouth, but when I saw that there were leftovers on my mother's side, I couldn't help but feel startled. Many past memories...

My mother often said: "You are growing, and you need to eat more nutrients to grow well." So, she bought a fragrant salt-baked chicken for us to eat every day.

The meal situation is the same almost every day. As soon as my mother called, we children rushed out like monkeys without any scruples and started eating our favorite food. A plate of salt-baked chicken, chicken legs, wings and chicken are our most popular items. As for other parts such as chicken feet, my mother is responsible for it alone. Every time I eat these things, my mother will pretend to eat them with relish. When I grow up, I also try to eat these things. The taste is not like what my mother said, and I can't taste the same as when my mother eats it. Look, that's when I understood...

Like us, my mother was also a big child. Because the family's economy was not very good when she was young, she couldn't eat many delicious foods. Every time we bought delicious food, she would let us eat as much as we wanted, but she would not eat any of it herself. Every time we ate, she would pretend to vomit, and the words "I don't like eating" would come out of her mouth. In fact, how could she not like eating? There was just some reason why she didn't like eating it.

Thinking of this, I suddenly stopped my chopsticks, picked up another large chicken leg and put it in my mother's bowl, pushing all the fresh food to my mother's side...

Far away Here, wisps of fragrance come to my nostrils, accompanying me as I grow.

The composition should be no less than 100 words to express your feelings by describing the scenery.

The colors of the four seasons

Spring is a green world. The grass is tender green and the trees are fresh green. In the spring breeze and in the sunshine, all the green colors are trembling and containing crystal green light. Everything is so fresh, quiet and poetic.

Summer is a red world. The flowers are red, the sun is red, and the butterfly on the little girl's head is also red. All reds are like burning fire. Everything in the world is full of fiery and unrestrained emotions.

Autumn is a golden world, with golden leaves flying in the air like fluttering golden butterflies. In the fields, the crops are ripe, and the harvester rumbles, composing a golden symphony. Everything is so bright and dazzling.

Winter is a silver world, the sky is blue, the ground is silver, and the snowflakes are white and crystal clear. Silver makes the world beautiful and peaceful.

The four seasons of the year are like an endless ribbon. The tranquility and heat of spring, the splendor of autumn, and the peace of winter are all on this ribbon. A composition using plants to express family affection

Lotus: When it rains, the lotus leaves cover the head of the lotus like an umbrella

Dandelion: Continuously provide nutrients to raise children, and when the children grow up, they will be far away No regrets

Big trees and vines: trees provide a platform for vines to climb higher and be exposed to the sunshine and fresh air from high places. Composition of "Imagine under the Light" 450 words with rich content and express *** feelings

The moon in the sky was covered by dark clouds. The world was hazy, everything became blurry, and I couldn't see anything clearly.

At this time, I couldn't help but think: If the moon in the sky is very round and bright, and there are many stars next to it, then I will definitely think that it will be a sunny day tomorrow. Look, the sky is so bright at night.

Yes, tomorrow will be wonderful. I must run as much as I can in the sun, let the sweat spread on the earth, water my soul, and I will become very sunny.

In the mountain village, scattered private houses, soft and dark light shines from the windows, like stars in the sky scattering pearls in the mountains. Although it seems very weak and inconspicuous, it brings dreams and hope to the mountain village. Although what we see now are scattered lights in mountain villages, these lights may be further deepened with the pace of rural modernization and the national economic reform, especially with the strong development momentum of the entire urbanization construction. They will gradually gather towards the center, and a new prosperous city will be born. The gap between urban and rural areas will definitely be eliminated, and life will become beautiful and happy.

I looked back and looked at the shining lamp on my desk, and saw the light shining on me. Although it doesn't have the warmth of the sun during the day, there are shadows under the light like under the sun. Seeing this shadow, I thought of the shadowless lamp on the operating table in the hospital, and of those old doctors who selflessly devoted their youth to saving lives. He sticks to his post all his life and tries to save the lives of patients. I felt moved in my heart, and my dream became clear. I want to become a doctor who can save lives and heal the wounded in the future. Return life to the earth and give warmth to people.

Looking at the black shadows under the light, I suddenly had an idea: collect them and use them for people in the future, just like pressing fingerprints, input them into the computer, and create the world's first figure recognition device. It helps employees of various companies to check their attendance and provides convenience for the public security investigation agencies to solve cases. In order to make this fantasy dream come true, I have to study hard.

Under the lamp, my thoughts were flying, my imagination was wandering, and I weaved countless beautiful dreams.

With the soft light shining on me, I sat comfortably in the chair, squinting to calm my heart and relax my brain, but my thinking became more active under the soothing light: My What does the future hold? What kind of jobs will there be? Will I be a teacher? Teach children knowledge and principles of life.

Or become a People's Navy soldier and contribute to the country's dream of a strong military and the development of its maritime power strategy. Maybe I will become a designer and design beautiful and warm houses so that people can have a place to live, food to eat, and a secure life. Maybe you will become a public servant of the people, be fair and selfless, work diligently for the people, be honest and dedicated to the public, focus on people's livelihood, and let the people live a good life.

Dreams are strung together into a common concept: no matter what you do, you must always think about the people, so that people all over the world can live a beautiful and happy life.

This is my dream, and perhaps everyone’s dream. And everyone’s dream is the Chinese Dream that we must vigorously realize.

The lights are still flickering, and I am still sketching my dreams under the lights: Maybe I will... A short composition of about 200 words that combines describing scenery and expressing emotions

Summer Viewing

I love summer. The heat of summer, the refreshingness of summer.

In summer, it is sunny and rainy, like a naughty child.

Noon is the hottest time in summer! The fiery sun scorches everything on the earth mercilessly. The earth was scorched and hot, and it seemed as if a huge steam envelope was covering the ground, making it suffocating. But, this is the charm of summer, it makes me feel like I am in warmth.

June in summer is like a child’s face, it changes at any time. The sun was shining just now, but soon it started to rain. Standing in the courtyard, I felt the rain. The rain wasn't heavy, but it was very fine and dense, and it felt like powder on people's faces. Looking from a distance, the rain is like broken pearls, scattered on the vast misty lake, shining brightly. Back inside, I stood in front of the window and felt another scene of rain. The rain was getting heavier and heavier. I looked out through the glass window. It was like an extremely wide bead curtain hanging between the sky and the earth, a misty patch.

Suddenly, the sky became dark. The dark clouds fell into formations, and they could be seen like crazy lions, rolling in mid-air on the gray cloud base. Suddenly, there was a terrible thunderbolt five or six feet above my head, and the lightning struck straight down like a sharp sword. The dark clouds were completely chopped and shattered! Then, the heavy rain started pouring down, like thousands of needles and threads, trying to sew the heaven and the earth together.

A colorful rainbow appeared in the sky after the rain, like a bouquet of woven ribbons, embellished on the blue robe. Then, a cool breeze blew.

This is summer, the summer I like!

The clear sky of the day is brilliant, the sky is so blue, the sunlight is so strong, the sky and the earth are in dazzling light. During the year, the summer sun is the most industrious. It gets up early in the morning, and the morning light is already dim at five or six o'clock in the morning. At six or seven o'clock in the evening, the moon is about to crowd it out, but the industrious sun is still there. Lingering, never "getting off work".

Summer is hot. According to the different degrees of heat, summer can be divided into early summer, midsummer and late summer.

Early summer is longing for. After spending a long and terrifying winter, people are tired of winter. Although spring is full of flowers, it is relatively short after all. In early summer, people can finally take off the miscellaneous clothes wrapped around their bodies. Ladies can wear elegant dresses, revealing their snow-white skin and slender figure; gentlemen can wear trousers and T-shirts, looking relaxed. In early summer, it is the most comfortable and enjoyable to eat ice cream, sleep on a mat, cover yourself with a thin quilt, and have wide open doors and windows. When you are happy, you can go to the swimming pool and jump around like a fish in water, and it is a great pleasure. In the north where there is always ice and snow, early summer is a golden season. At that time, the countryside and wilderness were active and beautiful. White clouds float slowly in the sky, and farmers are working hard on the vast land. Tender willow silk hangs low beside the quiet river. The river finally thawed and became energetic. Small fish, small loaches, and small frogs were all jumping around happily. The urchins by the river were even more happy, breaking the tranquility of the wilderness: "Look! Come and see!" Loach, this is a little loach!” The shouts and laughter floated in the morning when the flowers were in bloom, making people deeply feel the joy of summer.

Midsummer is the most painful time of the year, which makes people feel helpless. The midsummer sun is almost "vicious". It seems that it intends to go against mankind and take revenge on mankind. People are so angry that they curse it and even want to imitate Hou Yi and shoot out this "poisonous sun".

In midsummer, the sun goes wild almost every day, waving its copper shield across the sky filled with yellow smoke. Describing midsummer is inseparable from describing the sun in midsummer and the various consequences that the sun's heat brings to nature and humans. The sixth-grade composition "My Dream Expresses the Emotion of Hope" 450 words

The thorns are covered with spider webs, stretching thirstily into the air, trembling and trying to break away from the spreading desolation. The weeds are entangled with the rocks, and the bare ground complains about the torture of fate. The crisscrossing paths crisscross the peaks and valleys, like a broken string harp, all the joy and freshness have dried up with the years. This is a wasteland, a wasteland of exhaustion, grief and anger, a wasteland lifeless.

The sad flowing clouds took feeble steps and closed their eyes in heartache; the moist star rain could not restrain the faint pain and disappeared in the barren soil; the red sun of expectation, on the face, Facing the desolation, my eyes are swollen from crying quietly.

Only the indomitable wind is still singing into the distance unwilling to be lonely.

Following the sadness of the flowing clouds, the dull pain of the shooting stars, and the sadness of the red sun, we came carrying iron pickaxes, full of expectations, and walked firmly through the iron shoes through the winding wilderness. Noisy, the passion in the pioneer's chest surged like a tide.

The wasteland is wet with blood, sweat is spread all over the wasteland, and firm faith echoes in the wasteland. The wind in the wilderness blew away the depression. The wasteland smiled slightly, and the tears that had been melancholy for thousands of years were mixed with laughter. In the faint smile, the faint fragrance of winter jasmine and milkvetch can be faintly smelled. The question of spring inspires the wilderness, quietly looking forward to the green dress.

However, the stubborn stones deep in the memory are unwilling to lose the paradise of the past. Each of them stood proudly with their eyes wide open and their chests exposed, stubbornly trying to resist with furious threats and ignorant faith, trying to build a protective line of defense to defend this piece of scholar land. However, the capital of our youth, the guarantee of diligence, and the pride of science and technology are flying on the iron pickaxe with blood and sweat. The iron pickaxe, the symbol of victory, strengthens our faith and shakes the rocky foundation with its unshakable power. Under the scorching sun, arcs of light swirled, like the determination of lightning cutting through the clouds, like the hardship of moonlight penetrating dark clouds, and more like the sure victory of a sharp arrow flying towards its prey. This is beauty in fighting.

Broken, the stubborn dream; woke up, sleeping spring.

Spring, spring full of love, stretches out its warm arms.

Under the emerald grass, seedlings fell to the ground. They are rooted in the deep soil and revive the green pictures in dreams. So, we cultivated the soil, watered, and pruned the branches, allowing the seedlings to breathe, yearn, and fight from the ground in the newly cultivated wilderness! This is real life lingering.

The moon is bright in midsummer and the dew in late autumn protects the buds of hope. We look forward to the coming year's orioles singing in the sunset and the clouds in the mountains. Of course, storms will come unexpectedly, but the young and fragile life will thrive in the strong wind, and will shine with the color of life in the embrace of love...

In the cradle of the morning breeze, the green hope Hovering over the cultivated land...like stars and clouds, the belief of victory spreads in the sky of the future.

The pioneers are happy and happy. Although the shoulders have been flattened by the stubbornness, the face has been sculpted by the cold, and the youth has passed away as time goes by, we are still happy and happy. In the wilderness and valleys opened up by strength and wisdom, the cocoon flowers blooming in our palms are also swaying with real life.

In fact, there is no solidified life, no eternal wasteland, only watering with enthusiasm and perseverance, and any depression will bloom into magnificent magic. Create sounds where there is no color, create miracles where there are no miracles. Even in the lifeless wasteland, the stubborn rocks will smile in the sunshine and tree shadows.

The pioneers sow hope and sing in the open wilderness...