Wu primary school composition

In real life or work and study, many people have written compositions. Composition is the transition from internal speech to external speech, that is, from a compressed, concise language that they can understand to an external language form with standardized grammatical structure that others can understand. So how to write a general composition? The following are the compositions I collected from Fog Primary School for your reference, hoping to help friends in need.

On the weekend of 1, my parents and I climbed to the top of Baima Mountain. There was no sun that morning. When I reached the top of the mountain, I saw a foggy mountain, which made people lose their way and stood in the fog as if in a dream.

Suddenly, a few drops of light rain fell on my arm, and then, the light rain came obliquely, through the thick white fog, and sprinkled on this high white horse mountain. Before long, the dense fog of a mountain was washed away like a drizzle, and the eyes gradually became clear, and baimashan gradually became clear, and the surrounding area was very open. After the rain, the air is fresh. Listen carefully, and the sound of water dripping on the green leaves. You can also smell the fragrance of flowers and trees left in the air after the rain. Take a breath, then take a deep breath, and the fragrance of vegetation floats into my heart.

"wow! Rainbow! " Suddenly a girl cried out in surprise. With her voice, many people looked at her fingers, and there really was a rainbow! Someone said in Suichang, "Be a rainbow!" The rainbow after the rain added more happiness to this trip, and also made all the tourists appreciate the infinite beauty of visiting baimashan.

Originally, I hoped to climb the mountain in the sun, and it would be good to be bathed in the sun. But now, if I have to choose again, I would rather choose rain, because I can see beautiful rainbows, dense fog, drizzle and rainbows.

Baimashan is so beautiful!

Fog Primary School Composition 2 Whenever the temperature drops in autumn and winter, fog will quietly come to us. In the morning, when I pushed home, I saw a foggy world. Everything in the fog is hazy. High-rise buildings are looming under the fog, becoming a mirage, as if entering a paradise. Fog is floating around. I walk on my way to school with my schoolbag on my back. It passed by me, and suddenly I felt like I was walking on cloud. On the foggy street, although people are close at hand, they only hear the sound and disappear.

Walking in this transpiration fog is like being in a fairyland. There was a whistle in the distance, and I saw two red halos flashing in the fog before I knew the car was coming. The dense fog not only covered the distant mountains, but also covered the nearby things. The flowers and trees on the roadside quietly bowed their heads and drowned in this milky fog. Looking from a distance, I vaguely saw a long queue of buses and cars on the road, ready to move there. The bridge seems to be supported by fog. There are several boats sailing under the bridge, like several duckweeds swaying in the fog to see if they are floating in the water.

The fog drifted with the wind, rushing to heaven and earth, covering the whole world. In the early morning, the wind was cold and foggy, and the whole day seemed to have been washed by milk.

There is a trace of white smoke in the sky, elegant and ethereal, qualitative and intangible. Although it was only a flash in the pan, it wrote the melody of life with its own temperament and clear spirit.

It is soaked in simple mountain forests, such as dew, which moistens the earth; There is a little silver light hanging on the treetops, which makes the dust escape into nothingness invisibly; The looming dark green bamboo, blue stream and muddy yellow land are like a thread, lightly woven among the elegant mountains.

The milky fog overflowed in groups in the earth, slowly flooded the hillside, dispersed into a soft gauze and fluttered over the whole mountain forest. The ancient trees in the sky seem to be revived after being smoked by fog. The vicissitudes of the past gradually faded, and the trunk honed by years became moist, and Yin Hui shone on the slightly yellow old leaves. In this foggy world, everything becomes harmonious and vivid.

The breeze blew and the fog curtain rolled up. At first glance, the small autumn colors made my eyes shine: white clouds were floating in the kitchen smoke, golden rice was swaying with the wind, and the leaves were graceful like butterflies, dancing in the sky. Of course, there is still a smart fog, like a faint line, strung them together, but not as elegant as before, but with a little mystery.

Fog also made some modifications to me, dyeing my forehead with locks of black hair, and small crystal flowers covered my upper and lower eyelashes. What a charming fog! I tried to reach out and touch it, but it flew around naughtily, flying to my face, touching my hair, floating on my body and infiltrating into my heart. ...

My hometown is Chongqing, which has a beautiful nickname-"Fog Capital". I like the fog in my hometown.

The first time I returned to Chongqing from Fujian, I was fascinated by the dense fog in my hometown. When our car drove to Goose Ridge, I looked out of the window and saw the whole mountain city shrouded in dense fog, looming and beautiful. Our car seems to be swimming slowly in the fairyland sky. ...

The high-rise buildings in the distance seem to be playing hide-and-seek with us, revealing beautiful figures for a while, and slowly hiding in ivory veils for a while, which makes people unpredictable. Ships in the Yangtze River seem to be lost in the fog and moving very slowly. Cars on the road move slowly like snails, for fear of piercing this beautiful white gauze in the mountain city; Every tree and grass at the foot of the mountain is also shy to hide in the hazy fog yarn.

Suddenly, clouds of dense fog floated across the river and seemed to be rolling snowballs. After a while, the whole Yuzhong Peninsula was white and nothing could be seen. Suddenly, the dense fog seemed to be blown away by the wind, revealing beautiful roofs and some high treetops, as if being in a fairyland in heaven. Well done!

Since then, I like the fog in my hometown of Chongqing more and more.

When the earth was still sleeping in silence, the angel of dreams-fog came quietly.

With the rustling of leaves, the little wizard's coat wrapped around the world, and the tall buildings in the distance slowly disappeared into people's sight, becoming a vast expanse of whiteness, and the flowers and plants beside him were blurred. I feel like I'm in the sky, white clouds are spinning, the fog is thick, and everything around me is blurred. ...

Fog is like a fairy in tulle, waving a wand. The fog, slowly, faded a little, and the surrounding scenery became hazy and retreated in all directions. The sun, like a naughty child, just wants to show half its head. The sun shines on people's faces through the fog. At this time, it changes rapidly, sometimes like a goddess mending the sky, sometimes like Wukong making a scene in the sky, sometimes like the Yellow River rushing into the sea, and sometimes like the sea of clouds in Huangshan ... What a beautiful scenery! What a strange sight! I was shocked, and everyone stopped to stare. ...

It, quietly disappeared again, probably playing hide-and-seek with me! I shouted in my heart: Xia Zixian, where have you been? You won't run away after playing enough, will you? At this time, the sun shone on people's faces completely, and passers-by hurried on. I'm still addicted to the situation just now. The morning mist is really unspeakable!

People say it's not good to have fog. They want to live in an environment without fog, but I'm completely different. ...

I love fog, and I love its ethereal elegance! Love its exquisite beauty! Love its dream mystery more!

Get up in the morning and open the window, oh! What a heavy fog! There is no distance between heaven and earth, and everything in the world has no outline, and it is shrouded in a vast fog. The flowers and plants on the balcony are immersed in milky fog, as if covered with a mysterious veil.

Driving in fog is like walking in a maze. There is no one three meters away from the road, and the familiar street becomes strange; The mountains in the distance are gone; The houses at the foot of the mountain are blurred; Even the trees on both sides of the street have become looming and confusing. All the cars slowed down, like a group of old people stumbling on the road.

Turn on the car washer and try to make the line of sight clear by cleaning the glass. Water gushed from the bottom of the glass and was fanned out in front of my eyes by two brushes, but the brightness of the glass did not change. Fog is like a demon attached to glass. One layer is scattered and the other is unstoppable. No matter how you wash it, you can't clean it.

In fact, if nothing happens, it would have been a very romantic thing to sit in this "old car" and wander in a fairy-tale world, but it happened that I was in a hurry to go to school. I don't have the habit of getting up early at ordinary times, and I always refuse to sacrifice a good time to sleep in the morning for some "special circumstances". It seems that I have to pay a little price for my laziness because of this fog today. Watching the time pass by, I feel anxious, but there is nothing I can do.

When I was 7 years old, I always asked my grandmother such and such questions. My grandmother always said, "You'll know when you grow up!" "So when I was a child, I always had a vision of growing up, dreaming of growing up and knowing more knowledge.

I grew up gradually, and my little dreams were sealed in the long river of memory. I began to miss my childhood and those childish and vague bits and pieces. Sometimes I look up at the starry sky, hoping to find a star I looked up at when I was a child, about me, about those people and things.

Unfortunately, that was a long time ago. Has become blurred, has become a long time.

It turns out that we are growing up and forgetting children. We have been living in oblivion.

fidget

To live, you don't have to force yourself to live like others, but you can also be wonderful in live high.

To live, you don't have to accept the bondage of others. In order to make a living, you can also run in the rain, get together with friends and do what you want. Fly freely and freely.

Living, you don't have to pursue fame and fortune, pursue higher honor, but you can also be indifferent to fame and fortune and pursue deeper things.

Living is actually very simple.

Fog elementary school composition 8 Fog gets up early in the morning and opens the curtains. I saw a vast expanse of whiteness outside the window. I know there must be fog. After breakfast, I walked out of the house, and I saw everything in the distance blurred. I can only see the headlights in front of me, like two big red eyes flashing. The sound of car horns coming from time to time in the fog is obviously much more lively than before. We pedestrians walk carefully, too. Everyone tried to walk slowly by the side of the road. The air in foggy days is obviously not as fresh as that in sunny days. Some grandparents around them cover their noses with newspapers, and some keep coughing. At this time, a cool breeze blew, and I couldn't help wrapping my clothes. After a while, I began to worry about my father again. I think: if dad drives fast as usual, it's easy to have an accident. But then I thought: Dad is an old driver. He should be able to drive safely after driving for so many years. Thought of here, my mood relaxed a lot. Continue walking towards the school, the fog is getting bigger and bigger. Everything is shrouded in white fog, and the fog drifts around with the wind. I feel like I'm in a fairyland, flying to the sky and beside the white clouds. How wonderful everything in the fog is! This is really a fog that makes me happy and worried!

In the morning, I woke up from my dream, opened the curtains and looked out of the window. "Oh, it's foggy! Foggy! " I shouted excitedly.

Yes, everything outside the window is shrouded in fog. But the fog is not very thick and thin, just like a fairy's veil, which is near and far away; Tall buildings and small trees; Street lamps, lawns ... these are all shrouded in fog, and dreams are like fairyland.

I went downstairs, sat in my mother's car and watched the magic fog. After a while, the fog became thicker and I couldn't see anything clearly. I want to touch it, but I can't. The scenery in the distance can't be seen at all, but it disappears magically when you get closer, which makes people feel the magic of fog. All the cars on the road are driving and honking, but people can only see the flashing taillights and hear the rapid honking, but they can't see the shape of the cars. Pedestrians rush forward on their way to work and school.

When people leave, the fog disappears. It is vague, people, cars, tall buildings ... everything is looming, some quiet, some pure, some fantastic, giving us countless mysteries. Fog makes our hometown as magical and beautiful as a dream, and we are amazed.

Gradually, the fog cleared away. Gently, quietly, let us be unaware. Like a fairy putting away her gauze scarf, it seems that someone has quietly unveiled the mystery of fog.

Ah! Fog, quiet, elegant, pure, dreamy, this is your true colors. You give people infinite reverie and reverie!

In the morning, I woke up from my sleep and got up. Ah, I can't see anything clearly outside the window. There is a thick fog between heaven and earth.

The fog is so white and pure that there is no noise.

I opened the window, and the mist drifted into the room gently, like a gauze and white silk, like a fairy's dress brushing my cheek, so gentle!

I walked silently into the fog with my schoolbag on my back, and there was silence around me. Occasionally, there are a few clear birdcalls, but I just hear them, but I can't see them.

In the vast fog, people five steps away can't see. I walked along the Negou River, which seems to be the "Tongtian River", but I couldn't see the other side. Walking alone in the fog, the fog soaked my hair and clothes, and I felt a little lonely and disappointed.

The fog seems ambitious. Occupy a whole day, a whole land, a whole world.

The sun rose and the fog faded. Under the breeze, the fog rolled around, like icebergs and snow peaks, like Penglai fairyland, like a mirage ... making people feel high. The sun is glowing with orange light, and the whole sun is like the juice of a' big persimmon', which dyed the clouds red, set Phnom Penh on the nearby Daping Mountain, plated the earth with gold, and dominated the whole world under the great trust of fog!

Early in the morning, when I opened the door, fresh and moist things came to my face, which was refreshing. Oh, it's fog

Looking around, there is a vast sea of fog everywhere. It is like a huge silver gauze, draped over mountains, rivers, trees and houses, giving people a magical hazy color. The sun is also foggy, as if surrounded by a layer of purple fog. This scene reminds people of the poem "The sunshine incense burner gives birth to purple smoke".

In the dense fog, the car honked its horn, lit its lamp and drove slowly. I hear bicycle bells from time to time. Those aunts dressed in various colors, riding bicycles, driving carefully in the fog, disappeared in a blink of an eye, just like fairies descending to earth; And those uncles who ride bicycles and motorcycles are like the Monkey King in Journey to the West.

What a strange fog! I wanted to reach out and touch it, but it flew naughtily, flew to my face, touched my hair, floated on my clothes and immersed in my heart. ...

If nature is the source of poetry and painting, then morning mist is natural poetry and painting.

Fog Primary School Composition 12 White morning fog covers the earth and covers everything. ...

Jungle fog

The dense jungle is covered with a thin mist, just like a fairyland. It's all green around, but it's not true, because it's covered with gauze. Wet fog sets off green, which is very fresh. ...

The fog of the jungle, with a happy mood, began a refreshing day.

Fog of the city

In the morning of the city, milky white fog hangs over the whole world. You can vaguely see those tall buildings. Surrounded by dense fog, those tall buildings seem to stretch out into the sky. In a dense fog, several girls in high heels walked into a tall building to meet them. This is a busy day.

The fog in the city is thick and milky, which means busy work. Fog makes you breathless, and so does work.

Fog in the garden

"Pa", a drop of crystal clear dew rolled down from the petals, what kind of fog it was! Thin, almost disappeared, the flowers in the garden put on beautiful dresses, decorated like pearls with wet fog, gorgeous and beautiful.

The fog in the garden symbolizes a gorgeous, beautiful, relaxed and happy day, starting with the morning fog.

The fog in the jungle represents a fresh life, the fog in the city represents a busy life, and the fog in the garden just represents a relaxing day.

Fog in different places represents different lifestyles, fresh, busy and relaxed. ...

Wu primary school composition 13 new year! It's New Year! Grandma shouted: "Daqing! Come on, let's set off firecrackers with grandpa. We are going to eat jiaozi! " Just listen, the firecrackers outside are already loud, but I haven't set off firecrackers with my grandfather.

I went outside, listening to the firecrackers coming from my neighbor's house, watching the smoke left by the burning string of red pepper firecrackers and smelling the pungent smoke. I used to feel cool, but today, it really stinks. Finally, the firecrackers in the neighbor's house were burned out, and there was a kind of depression in the air. That kind of ash reminds me of the recent smog.

Recently, smog has become the label of Jiaodong, as if living in a world wrapped in a big gray plastic bag every day, unable to breathe fresh air, and even forced to wear a mask for the only chance to go out for air. Once we leave the protective tools, we will inhale toxic microorganisms brought by smog in the air. According to my mother, these harmful monsters can also cause my respiratory tract infection. I don't want to cough and take medicine!

I shook my head in the smog: now the environment is getting worse and worse, and there are more and more foggy weather, not only because everyone's awareness of protecting the environment is too low! Therefore, to protect the environment, we must start from me and start from small things. Thinking of this, I hurried home and advised grandpa not to set off too many firecrackers this year. Grandpa listened to my idea and praised me as a good boy!

Although there is no smog now, the smog index is still very high.

Walking on the road, I heard the taxi driver say, "Hey, this smog is really annoying." Isn't this caused by automobile exhaust pollution? Don't say the smog is terrible. In fact, the real murderer is us human beings, but we don't know how to protect the environment and the smog caused by color.

I really hope that the tail gas emitted by cars is not unpleasant, but faint fragrance; What comes out of the chimney is not thick black smoke, but crystal dew; Our home can make trees greener, flowers redder and birds sing more beautifully. As primary school students, in our daily life, we should pick up the garbage on the ground, send it home, drive out less, walk or ride bicycles more, and plant more trees and flowers. Only in this way can our environment become fresher and our life become better!

Students, let's start with small things, protect the environment from now on, and we will definitely drive away the smog!

One morning, I opened the door and the window was white. Ah, it's foggy!

Fog, like a naughty elf, was full of curiosity about the world and suddenly flashed into my home. The room was wet, the air became fresh, and the fog danced on the shoe rack for a while, circled on the coffee table for a while, and then got into the bottom of the stairs to hide and seek, and disappeared.

I walked out of the door and was immediately surrounded by milky fog. The mist gently stuck to my hair, and my hair gradually turned silvery white, like a little old man. From a distance, several mountains have become more magical and steep under the fog, which really looks like the place where immortals live. Close up, the fog has put makeup on the pedestrians in the street, put on a white headscarf and painted two white curved eyebrows. I think grandpa's white beard will definitely turn into silver bars at this moment!

The fog is so thick that you can't even see the house a few meters away. On the road, there are a few small red eyes. Oh, it's an anti-fog lamp for cars. Under the bright anti-fog lamp, the fog has no choice but to show its true colors.

After a while, the fog seemed to have played enough, and the fog gradually faded down. Grandpa Sun wakes up and the city will see the light of day again!