The description of the wind is 300 words.

Maybe it is. It shuttles through the four seasons and comes and goes gently. This is the wind.

Spring wind, it swept the land of * * *, leaving green grass all over the ground, swaying its slender waist in the spring breeze; It brushed the frozen lake and rippled, as if it were raising its clear skirt; It passes through the withered branches, and the branches take out small buds and slowly stretch with the spring breeze. Spring breeze, like a fresh and refined music, carries hope and evokes a sleeping life.

The summer wind, slowly, jumps and plays, sometimes flying high and sometimes sweeping low. It plays music for lovely leaves, dances for quiet grass, brings coolness and refreshment to farmers who work hard in the fields, and eliminates troubles and impatience. It broke into the hearts of all things and added a lot of fun to this lively and extraordinary world. The summer wind, like my mother's kind hands, contains warmth and removes all anxiety in the world.

Autumn wind, mixed with a few cool drizzles, came to the world. It ripens the fruit in the orchard, turns the sorghum in the field red, peels off the green coat of the golden corn, fills the thin ears of wheat, and sounds the horn of harvest. Autumn wind is like a conscientious postman, full of joy, reporting the arrival of autumn.

The winter wind, like an unruly wild horse, runs in the fields. It trampled the grass yellow, blew away the stubble and leaves in the field, and blew away the crumbling leaves. It tests the willpower of everything in the world in its own unique way. The winter wind, like a strict examiner, with some indifference and solemnity, looks at all the answers about persistence.

Wind plays different roles in the four seasons, adding luster to the beautiful nature with its own actions.

Teacher's comment: The colorful language vividly shows the drama of "wind", endows the natural wind with many emotional changes, depicts the image of the wind with vivid brushstrokes, and shows the appearance of the wind representing the seasonal characteristics. This beautiful prose presents gorgeous colors and chewy charm.

2. Ask for a composition about the wind. 300 words can explain the autumn wind.

The autumn wind came to us unconsciously, and that hot summer, I do not know when, has left us with a brisk pace. In exchange for the coolness and softness of autumn.

Autumn has come, and so has the autumn wind. I saw it gently blowing across the grass, and the grass turned yellow. "The grass should be asleep and won't wake up until next spring." The autumn wind whispers for fear of waking the grass.

The autumn wind hides a lot of fragrance. Because after passing through the orchard, the fragrance, sweetness, bitterness and sourness of fruits are all in the autumn wind, pears are fragrant and pineapples are sweet. . These sweet smells are hidden in the autumn wind.

The autumn wind is very naughty, separating the young leaves from the mother tree. Let Xiaoye learn to live alone! The autumn wind safely sent the young leaves to the ground, and the young leaves danced beautifully.

Although the autumn wind sometimes makes people feel a little cold, it brings people a bumper harvest, and everyone's face is filled with a happy smile. I love autumn wind and beautiful autumn!

3. Write a composition describing the wind by imitating the wind and rain. The word rain cannot appear in a 300-word composition. It seems that thousands of magic fingers, like thousands of strings, pop up ever-changing sounds.

The spring rain is soft, the summer rain is rough, the autumn rain is desolate and the winter rain is cold; Due to the change of seasons, my mood is different. However, the color of rain is as beautiful as the sound of rain.

There are many excellent works describing rain in picture music and poetry. Line color and musical melody are ethereal and transparent.

The thin rain flower, like a floating fog, is white, kissing people's faces lightly and feeling itchy slightly; And gently wet the clothes. Umbrellas are like sails, floating and sinking in the rain; Also like big wings, the southeast and northwest are boundless, drifting around because of the wind.

Silent rain, silence is better than sound; Funny rain really makes people happy. You can wander outdoors without wearing a raincoat. Rain, like honey and wine, moistens your soul.

-This strange rain, this strange rain, is like a dream.

I remember the apricot blossom and spring rain in Jiangnan. Raindrops hit the awning, and there was the fragrance of pear blossoms in the rain. I remember the summer rain in the West Lake, full of vitality, and the lotus leaves all over the lake were beaten. I remember the autumn rain in Tianmu Mountain. The fog was locked and all the trees rustled. The pines and cypresses that hold up the sky are washed away by the rain, which makes them look particularly vigorous. I remember the winter rain in Fuchun River, like crying, and the smoke from huts on both sides of the river was gloomy, like a colored pencil drawing.

It's a drizzly and breezy night, suitable for reading poetry and prose. On a stormy night, horror supernatural novels are desirable. Otherwise, it is a pleasure to invite a few confidants, make a few cups of strong tea, buy a bag of peanuts and light a candle. Wind and rain are more suitable for pregnant women, who often suffer from insomnia; A sound of wind and rain seems to leave people and whisper.

That summer, my friends and I sat in the Spring and Autumn Pavilion. At that time, the water chestnut was ripe. On Lianchi Beach, the villagers were driving boats and busy picking. The white clouds in the sky and the egrets on the water set each other off. A sudden shower, Malik Pentium; Banping Mountain suddenly disappeared, and only the dense rain hung a bead curtain on Lianchi. In the shower, the boats that collect water chestnuts are still rocking leisurely. The people on the boat are even hemp fibers.

There is not much rainfall in the south of Taiwan Province Province. Especially in Kaohsiung, the dust is all over the sky; The branches and leaves are covered with dust, and after a shower, it is green and brand-new. Shoushan after the rain, enchanting overlooking the silent love; Silver scale water waves are also dyed green by green hills.

On the banks of the river, on the rows of cement columns, the porcelain covers of rows of street lamps are embedded between mountains and rivers like white jade balls, which vaguely shows the scenery of the West Lake.

"The head of the Spring Rain Building is eight feet high. When will you go back to Zhejiang Chao? "

4. The composition about wind in the fifth grade is about 300 words. Maybe it's true. Write a composition about the wind.

It shuttles through the four seasons and comes and goes gently. This is the wind.

Spring wind, it swept the land of * * *, leaving green grass all over the ground, swaying its slender waist in the spring breeze; It brushed the frozen lake and rippled, as if it were raising its clear skirt; It passes through the withered branches, and the branches take out small buds and slowly stretch with the spring breeze. Spring breeze, like a fresh and refined music, carries hope and evokes a sleeping life.

The summer wind, slowly, jumps and plays, sometimes flying high and sometimes sweeping low. It plays music for lovely leaves, dances for quiet grass, brings coolness and refreshment to farmers who work hard in the fields, and eliminates troubles and impatience.

It broke into the hearts of all things and added a lot of fun to this lively and extraordinary world. The summer wind, like my mother's kind hands, contains warmth and removes all anxiety in the world.

Autumn wind, mixed with a few cool drizzles, is coming. Sometimes it flies high and dances slowly for the quiet grass, but it is always around us, like a wild horse that is difficult to tame, testing the willpower of everything in the world, erasing troubles and impatience, swaying its slender waist in the spring breeze, and sometimes sweeping low.

The wind blows off the golden corn's green coat and the crumbling leaves, as if to lift its clear skirt, report the arrival of autumn cheerfully, ripple and come to the world, adding luster to the wonderful nature. It trampled the grass yellow.

It plays music for lovely leaves, like a conscientious postman, running in the fields and writing essays in the wind. Winter wind.

Autumn wind. The winter wind blew the horn of harvest, but it was invisible. With the spring breeze, it blows the sorghum in the field red.

The wind in spring. It uses its own unique way.

It shuttles through the four seasons, mixed with a few cool drizzles, invisibly, like a mother's kind hands. The wind in spring.

The wind has added a lot of fun to this bustling world. Xia Feng blows green grass all over the ground.

It broke into the heart of everything, jumping and coming gently; It passes through withered branches and brings coolness and refreshment to farmers who work hard in the fields; It brushed across the frozen lake, playing, blowing the thin ears of wheat full, like a fresh and refined music, slowly stretching itself, looking at the answers of everything about persistence with a somewhat cold and solemn expression, and playing different roles in the four seasons. It is the wind, which flies across the earth and blows away the stubble and fallen leaves in the field with its own actions.

It blows the fruit in the orchard to maturity, which contains warmth and removes all anxiety in the world. The branch draws out a little bud, like a strict examiner, bearing the hope of awakening the sleeping life. The wind in summer.

Autumn wind may be it.

Spring breeze 300-word composition Spring breeze is a key. With warmth and tenderness, it gently opens the door of spring when you are not paying attention.

Spring breeze is a box of colorful pigments. You see, he gave the green to the willow, and the willow branches floated like braids, drifting away the cold in winter.

He gave pink to the peach tree, which seems to want to say that it can bear big and red peaches! She gave cyan to the grass. You see, the grass sticks its head out, emitting that fresh smell, vying for people to smell it! The yellow one is the winter jasmine, which is rushing to open, as if to tell people that spring is coming! The spring wind hides a good smell and the air is fresh.

There are peach blossoms, fragrant grass, roses, carnations, pagodas and sycamore flowers ... all kinds of smells are hidden in the spring breeze! Children's feet are often attracted by the fragrance. The spring breeze blew a small green trumpet, and he told everyone that spring was coming.

Flowers bloom brightly, frogs wake up, swallows fly back from the south, squirrels come out to feed, and willows put on new clothes. They all get together again and enjoy the beauty of spring.

Spring breeze brings a brand-new song to the earth and a happy song to the children.

6. The composition describing the scenery describes the weekend wind. Write senses in 300 words. Yesterday was the beginning of spring, and spring came. Time flies. In a blink of an eye, winter passed and spring came. Spring is the season when everything recovers and flowers are red and green. Spring is a beautiful season. He will let the flowers and plants stick their heads out to see the beauty of the world. Spring came, and the grass began to lean out desperately, scrambling to be the first to lean out and see the beauty of the world. Flowers also want to go out early, bring their own fragrance to people, relieve people's fatigue and let people appreciate their beauty. The mountains have also turned green.

The arrival of spring is also the season when people are busy sowing. People are busy planting seeds in spring. Ah, spring, there you are.

7. The composition about wind should have 300 words of onomatopoeia. In spring, a breeze blows over fields and mountains.

The light green grass woke up after a sleep in the ground, slowly sticking its head out of the ground, and the young trees sprouted and danced with the wind. Birds fly happily in the sky and sing heartily.

The wind gently stroked my face, soft and comfortable. Summer is coming, and the weather is always so sultry. People hope the wind will come soon.

But the wind has become very naughty and always plays hide-and-seek with people. Finally, there was a little wind, and before I was happy, it ran away without a trace, and I couldn't find it anyway.

Hey, there's nothing I can do about it! In the coming autumn, the golden wind is coming. It used the joy of harvest, magical colors, fresh air and a big brush to dye the leaves yellow and the fields and orchards golden yellow.

Everything turns golden, giving people a brand-new feeling, and the beautiful dance of the wind is even more pleasing to the eye. Winter is coming, and the golden world has turned into a vast expanse of white.

The north wind blew unceremoniously. It is not as gentle and appropriate as the spring wind, but it comes quickly and fiercely, like a group of hungry tigers roaring from all directions. It broke a bare branch.

In the north, it drives the children who are playing with snow home. Pedestrians in the street are dressed like cotton bags, hunched back, bowed their heads and shrunk their necks, and trudged along.

Not many people go out, and everyone seems to be afraid of meeting the north wind again. But I think, the wind may not be intentional, it may be too impatient, and I look forward to welcoming the Spring Festival as soon as possible.

8. Fragment composition describing gale, not less than 300 words. The strong wind blew the wind and made the dust fly.

In some places, dead leaves dance in the wind, like meteors in the carefree sky. Darkness hangs over the earth, and you can't see where the sun is and where the blue sky is.

The ground is covered with dead branches and leaves. The grass swished down to the ground, and the flowers lost their usual smiling faces, but they were crying because all their beautiful petals were taken away by the strong wind.

The dead branches on the tree rustled in the wind, as if playing an undulating "elf". The birds hid under the eaves and wailed in fear.

Pedestrians on the road are wrapped in coats and tighten their necks. It is very difficult to tuck their whole heads into their collars, and they are eager to go home at once. The wind blows on your face like a sickle, and it hurts! Through the glass window, I can see the branches shaking violently and the plastic bags flying in the sky. It seems to enjoy it. I'd rather you called, but it won't come down.

If you are a pedestrian on the road, you will also notice a faint snowflake episode. Reluctantly, I put on my schoolbag and walked in this dark world.

Not long after, the strong wind stuck a plastic bag on my face and asked me to kiss it.

I wrote an article about the wind. Any wind will do, but there are few pedestrians on the windy road of about 300 words. The billboard creaked and there was a feeling that it would fall down at any time. The plastic bags, fallen leaves and scraps of paper that sanitation workers did not clean were blown into the air and whirled around. The willows in the green belt were bent by the wind, and the wicker caught on the light box on the side of the road and pattered. When walking forward, if you bury your head and accidentally raise your head, you will be blinded by the blowing wind. The oncoming wind fills your throat, and a series of coughs make you almost breathless. But after a while, it changes direction again, blindly pushing people from one side to the other, and you can't stand it. At this time, I wish I could gain weight and keep my center of gravity calm, otherwise I always feel that I will soon run away with the place scraped from the sky.