Such a picture makes me miss my composition.

This kind of picture makes me miss my composition

Everyone has dealt with composition in my study, work or life. According to the characteristics of writing proposition, composition can be divided into propositional composition and non-propositional composition. I believe many friends are very upset about writing a composition. The following pictures are carefully arranged by me, which makes me miss my composition. Welcome to learn from and refer to it. I hope it will help you. Such a picture makes me miss composition 1

I stayed at Zhouzhuang overnight, and the wooden lattice window was not covered properly, especially when the ancient stage sang "Yi Yi Ya", and the rain slipped through the scales and tiles and flowed into my dreams together.

in a trance, I returned to my childhood town.

The small town lacks fresh water, and there is no river in the ancient town. There is only a stone street carved with copper coins and bats, which carries pedestrians and salt carts. It seems that every note on the natural lute makes me intoxicated.

"Come on, come on!" A bunch of school dolls jumped on the ancient bluestone board. "Cheep!" Who is Chai Fei? What comes out is a woman carrying a basket and washing clothes, or a child with loose hair and no comb. "Cheep!" The bicycle ran over the slate, leaving a beating note, and the postman passed by like a juggler ... I lay on the cane chair and listened, laughing foolishly.

The best thing is to listen to the rain, look up, listen to the sound of the rain falling, and the raindrops jump. In front of my eyes, I imagine that the raindrops pluck lightly, and the raindrops wet the cornices to ward off evil spirits. They gather along the ditch between Daiwa tiles, and the grass leaves are washed green without clumps of tiles. They sway on the roof, decorate the simple and monotonous roof, and decorate the faint dreams of the people in the house. Then, it flows through one by one.

when the rain is intense, the tiles in the room will "clang" like iron pipa.

Opposite my home is an elderly activity room, where the melodious and beautiful voice slowly flies into the front of the hall. As a young man, I don't understand the lyrics, but I can vaguely hear an unspeakable vicissitudes of right and wrong beyond the sound of opera. When it rains, the sound of rain and songs merge into one, spread slowly through the alley and accumulate in the depths of memory.

Later, all this gradually disappeared. When I moved into a high-rise building, I couldn't hear the shouts of the old man sharpening the knife. The postman's bicycle slammed on the aluminum alloy doors and windows, like a monotonous code. In a quiet room, I put on my headphones and listened to the rain. I seemed to be back on the slate street, and the sound of "ding" rain appeared again, and the birds chirped.

seeing this picture, I can't help thinking: this is not a trip. Obviously, I'm going home, back to that vague home, but I'm always a stranger in a foreign land, because Zhouzhuang doesn't belong to me, and I don't belong to Zhouzhuang either. After all, I only know that every night after, I'm in the depths of my memory in vain ...

I really can't bear to disturb the world outside the window, because such a picture makes me reluctant to leave ... Such a picture makes me miss the landscape of Guilin.

This summer vacation, I traveled to Guilin and came to Yulong River. Yulong River is a tributary of Lijiang River, but it is clearer than Lijiang and more beautiful than the bank of Lijiang River. When I first arrived at Yulong River, I was attracted by the beautiful scenery in front of me. The fresh air was intoxicating, and the crystal-clear river was slow. Although it was not as vigorous and rushing as the Yellow River and the Yangtze River, it was full of soft breath, which made people intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves. The river was crystal-clear, and I saw fish playing in the water, sometimes leisurely, sometimes swimming rapidly, and sometimes motionless. When the fish swam in the water, it brought ripples to the water surface. After a while, the fish was like a naughty child, and escaped without a trace, leaving only a slightly undulating river. The beautiful scenery where fish and water blend together makes me want to stay.

There are three ancient bridges with a long history on the yu long River-Yulong Bridge, named after yu long, is the key cultural relic protection object in Yangshuo. His whole body is covered with blue moss and lush green vines, and there is no trace of age left on the stone bridge, only the texture of the scenery; Xiangui Bridge is the oldest stone arch bridge in Guangxi. Fuli Bridge is one of the three ancient bridges in Yangshuo, with an ancient tree at each bridge head. From a distance, the arch of the bridge meets the reflection, just like a full moon hanging in the sky. Clusters of beautiful phoenix bamboos on the river bank are dancing with the wind under the breeze, just like a goddess descending from heaven. Birds stand on the trees, chirping and singing, flying over the water from time to time, making people feel relaxed and happy. This old bridge tree makes me slip away.

The most interesting thing is the rafting on the Yulong River. Tourists from all directions are sitting on the raft, and boatmen are struggling forward with long bamboo Artemisia. People are dressed in beautiful clothes and laughing. Children are playing with colorful water guns, having a water fight, making beautiful arcs across the air, and you can see rainbows, which is amazing. The dark skin of the boatmen is the trace left by the sun exposure, which I admire very much. Such a clear river, such beautiful scenery, such lovely birds ... and those happy and intoxicated tourists make me linger ... Such a picture makes me miss composition 3

The cold wind is blowing and whistling on the earth. Pedestrians on the road all wrapped their coats tightly, and bowed their heads and hurried through this unforgettable temperature.

The setting sun in winter has turned pale red. I feel that the setting sun in winter is red and dazzling. In this bitter cold day, how can trees continue to sprout and grow? What kind of flowers are willing to bloom in this cold wind? Not unwilling, but who can germinate and bloom in this biting cold wind.

mine. My eyes swept across the sides of the road, full of withered, withered and rustled flowers and plants. Alas. I can't help sighing. When my eyes crossed the row of withered and thin young trees again, I couldn't help but tremble. The slender trunk seemed to break at a touch, and there were only a few withered and yellow leaves scattered on the scattered dead branches. Suddenly, a little green appeared in front of my eyes, and my eyes searched urgently. Finally, I found this green in an inconspicuous little tree. I came to the little tree and measured its height. Its height only reached my neck. I gently stroked the clear lines of the little tree, and the soft touch from my fingertips clearly told me its existence. I can't help sighing again.

When I got home, I took off my thick coat, turned on the computer, checked the weather forecast in recent days, blinked, and it will rain the day after tomorrow. I am worried that the heavy rain will not knock off the leaves.

two days later. I put on my coat again and came to the place where I stayed a few days ago. I was shocked; Not only did the green leaf not fall, but it also grew a few pieces, and even the flower bones were there, the pink, white and tender flower bones. A delicate fragrance wafted from the air. It smells good. Make people want to stay. I can't help but get close to a lot, sniffing this elegant and refreshing fragrance, which is a miracle. Time has taken away the temperature. When I went to see it, my eyes suddenly lit up. Isn't that shy elf with pink in pure white plum blossom without the charm of peach blossom? Perhaps, plum blossoms do not have the grace of peony; Perhaps, plum blossoms are not as dusty as lotus flowers ....................................................................................................................................................................

among the flowers that came quietly, an elf said, "Life is blooming in the cold winter, and make it a kind of beauty". Such a picture makes me nostalgic and will never forget it. Label: composition nostalgia