The name of the person who wrote the composition

1.8 composition title and protagonist's name. With deep memories, I walked on the winding and deep mountain road behind my house.

Surrounded by the fragrance of earth, mixed with grass and flowers. Those round, bright and crystal-clear dewdrops, like scattered pearls, hang on branches and blades of grass and shine.

Birds happily flew from branch to branch, shaking off "pearls". They danced and sang happily, sometimes with enthusiasm and sometimes with beautiful melody.

The morning mist is like ivory gauze, dreamlike and poetic. It can't swing, tear and cut, blocking my view, making people feel like riding on a cloud. The mountain is foggy, and the fog covers the mountain. Green is white, and white is saturated with green.

Dew also seems to be surprised by the scene before, sneaking away to play elsewhere, leaving its own trace on the ground. The land is wet, and through the cracks in the branches and leaves, the afterglow of sunset glow shines on me. At this time, the morning fog on the mountain forest has disappeared, but there is still a thin and long wisp of smoke in the mountain forest. At this time, a beam of sunlight reflected obliquely to my eyes. I squinted at the gift from the sun and felt a sense of sacredness in my heart.

In the corner of the park, the morning light is slightly drunk, accompanied by the fragrance of the earth. A ray of morning light casually shone on an old shrub in the corner of the park, and then suddenly rolled up golden dust and flew.

Old shrubs that are completely golden and green by the sun are free. It's like a brand-new world, with different stories happening every day.

Dewdrops swirled on the leaves of shrubs, dripping round and round along the tip of the leaves in the arms of another leaf. However, as soon as the sun appeared, the dew disappeared forever. A small beetle staggered up the rotten branch of an old shrub, and the shrub staggered down several times at once. It quickly grabbed the leaf pole with all its little feet, steadied itself and climbed up quickly, and its small black shell shone in the sun.

However, the carapace obviously put it under a heavy load and soon stopped, as if thinking for a few seconds. As soon as the shell exploded, a pair of semi-black and translucent little wings stretched out inside, and disappeared as soon as it spread its wings ... On the other side of the old bush, a snail was marching, dragging a long bright mark behind it, showing rainbow-like charm in the sun. Snail has no time to appreciate, and its road is still far, very long.

When it passed several dewdrops, it had no choice but to crush them. Colorful bright marks have also become intermittent. At this time, the dawn has just begun. The memory of the wilderness has turned around and flowed out. The rest is gone. It's crisp in autumn now. In the afternoon, when I am free, I will walk alone and unconsciously walk to the opposite hillside. A faint fragrance, with the smell of earth, makes people relaxed and happy.

Yes, the unique flavor of the fields in my hometown in September. Looking for a faint fragrance, I climbed to the top of the slope. When I look around, all I can see is gold and shiny gold. Yes, it's gold.

A large area is full of gold, such as gold in Huang Chengcheng. Boundless and vast, you can't stop. When the breeze blows, layers of gold can't help rushing forward. The next gold will surround me, drown me and convince me. I ran around in it unscrupulously, stroking heartily and feeling the heaviness.

Listening attentively to the thin dance between them, my heart rippled like water. Looking at the rosy clouds that day, I gently closed my eyes, but my heart was lost in this rich land.

In the boundless wilderness, under the gradual afterglow, clouds are surging with the soul of nature ... Yes, it is boundless nature, vibrant nature, and the soul of nature. Let me stay awake silently at night. In the light, it is deep and flows quietly, which makes people feel a little overwhelmed.

The miniature flowing in the pool road is also faintly visible, and the home has been incomplete for a long time. There was a door closing sound during the period, and the tranquility of the home was broken at that moment! Maybe you think that your father who doesn't go home is irresponsible, but who has thought about where this reason comes from? It was a quiet afternoon, and the silence at home made me feel a little uncomfortable. Everyone is doing their own thing. An irregular knock at the door startled everyone and they hurried to open the door. As soon as I opened it, I saw my father's face flushed and went to socialize.

I'm really worried to see it crumbling. He pushed the door at random, and the heavy door slammed into the door frame and shook the ground. Just when he wanted to reach out and help him, he turned his backhand and said, "It doesn't matter." Let's talk about it I groped for the white wall and walked to the bedroom. I watched him shake from side to side. Maybe I laughed at my father when I was a child, but at this time I was silent ... maybe the responsibility is not necessarily the performance. I am invisible in silence and have no interest. When you really feel it, you will cry for it.

Sowing hazy eyes quietly opened, staring at the white wall paint on the roof for a long time, so empty, looking out the window for three or four days of cloudy days, I sighed and felt a little more depressed. Sitting quietly by the bed, I can't figure out how to relax myself at the moment.

Put on your clothes slowly, perhaps because you don't want to disturb your parents' rest, pick up your coat and close the gloomy door carefully. Walking alone on the way to the park, the people on the road are still as sparse as before. In this gray weather, there is no trace of spring at all.

Walking into the simple but ancient stone gate, you will see the humid air instead of flowers or fragrance. Everything is like a fog, so mysterious. At this time, I was deeply moved by the scenery and surprised by the mystery of the park.

The wet stone walks slowly, slippery and soft. Walking on the bridge, looking at the lake in the distance, I vaguely heard a little tick coming into my ears. The sound is so crisp and light.

Sitting on a small stool surrounded by trees, the surrounding moisture constantly permeates the whole body, and the familiar crisp sound is looming. This time, I didn't ignore it. I gently close my eyes and feel their rhythm quietly. The brisk rhythm is so cheerful and brisk. At this time, a seed got into the soil and wetted the soil with dripping water. I'm listening.

2. My little cousin's name is Yue Yue, and she is only 1 year old this year.

She has a small Zhang Yuanyuan face, two big dark eyes, a small nose and a small mouth, and words that no one can understand but herself often pop out of her mouth. Although Yue Yue is only 1 years old, she is really naughty.

Once, my grandmother gave Yue Yue and me a small piece of sorbet, but in the blink of an eye, her sorbet was gone, and she came to ask for it again. Grandma smiled and said, "This little guy eats very fast."

I gave her another piece. After a while, grandma is going to put the reading glasses back in the glasses case. When she opened the glasses case, she was taken aback and then laughed.

I hurried over to have a look, but I couldn't help laughing. It turned out that naughty Yue Yue put all the sorbets in grandma's glasses case. Yue Yue is not only naughty, but also ridiculous.

Once, I asked her, "Yue Yue, what's the puppy's name?" "woof, woof." Yue Yue replied.

I asked her again, "What's the kitten's name?" Said, "Wang, Wang." Then I asked her, "What's the name of this bird?" Her answer is still "woof, woof".

God, she doesn't even understand such a simple question. I held back my laughter and patiently said to her, "No, the kitten's name is meow, meow." Yue Yue followed me seriously and said, "Meow, meow."

So I asked her, "Do you know how kittens bark?" Yue Yue nodded in confusion. After a while, I wanted to test whether she really remembered it, so I asked her again, "Yue Yue, what's the kitten's name?" Unexpectedly, her answer became "woof, woof" again.

Looking at my little cousin, I really laughed and cried, so I had to say helplessly, "I really can't teach a student like you." Yue Yue is a real joy to our family. As long as she is here, we laugh every day.

3. What punctuation marks should be used for names when writing a composition? The correct writing positions of punctuation marks are first, period, comma, pause, semicolon, colon, question mark and exclamation point: generally, they occupy a box, and the point is at the lower left of the box, close to the lower right of the text.

Did you see monkeys when you went to the zoo? How similar it is to people when sitting, lying and eating! If a sentence has just ended, the symbol should point to the lower right corner of the last word, not the beginning of the next line. Second, the writing position of quotation marks and brackets: the first half of quotation marks is in the upper right of the cell, and the last half is in the upper left of the cell.

The first half of the bracket is on the right side of the cell and the last half of the bracket is on the left side of the cell. Such as "five stresses" (explanation).

The first half of quotation marks and brackets should be placed at the beginning of the line, not at the end; If the last word at the end of a sentence happens to be at the end of a line, the second half of quotation marks and brackets must follow the sentence closely and cannot be moved to the beginning of the next line. Quotes and brackets are often used with other punctuation marks. When writing, their first half and second half can occupy the same space as other symbols.

Xiao Ming asked the teacher, "If it rains tomorrow, will you come to school?" Third, the writing position of dashes and ellipsis: both symbols should occupy two spaces when writing, and the position is in the middle of the spaces. They can be placed at the end of each line or at the beginning of each line, but you can't split a symbol in two.

If there is only one space left at the end of a sentence, there is not enough space for dashes and ellipsis, so put the previous words together slightly to make room for a space. Fourth, the writing position of the book title and interval number: the writing of the book title is the same as the brackets.

The interval sign is written in a space with a dot in the middle, otherwise it will be easily taken as a time stop sign.

4. paragraphs describing characters 1. Georgette is only 20 months old, the youngest of three children. She was still breastfeeding in May. Now she raises her little head, sits in the cradle, looks at her feet and begins to babble. A ray of morning light fell on her cradle, and it was hard to say whether Georgette's feet or the morning sunshine were the most ruddy.

When my sister was born, she was really ugly: her nose collapsed, her eyes were swollen, and she slept with her eyes closed all day. Round head, long hair and red face, not as good-looking as she is now.

My brother Xiao Guo is very interesting: he has a round head, a palm-sized hair on his forehead and two ears. He smiles at people. In fact, he has a bad heart. He just knows how to play, so he is very kind to me. Anything he wants me to take. He grabbed the paper tiger and the fat doll made by my grandmother, and I didn't dare to touch them. If I want to write, he grabs a pencil; I eat steamed bread, but he doesn't even eat eggs. He still wants to eat steamed bread. ...

4. Xiao Maotou is very small, and his head is only as big as my big doll; His face is round and red, like a big apple. She slept soundly, her eyes closed tightly, like two lines; Two eyebrows are like two crescent moons; Small mouth often moves, as if sucking milk. She was wrapped in a small quilt, tied tightly by a rope and did not move.

Her name is Lang Lang. She is wearing a small blouse with a red background and white spots, with a prominent forehead, a flat nose and soft curly hair on her head. She is always silent, like a quiet little philosopher.

6, shiny black hair, red face, two small eyes open like kittens, straighten chubby arms, and there are five nests on the arms.

7. At the age of four, He Manzi shaved a gourd with a wooden comb on his head. As soon as he came into contact with Chang Xia, he was as shiny as if he had just climbed out of the chimney.

8. This little guy, who is only five years old, looks particularly pleasing. Forehead, high nose, beautiful black eyes like his mother. He followed his grandfather all day, delivering letters, things and newspapers to him. Others say he is grandpa's "guard".

9. My sister is seven years old. She is a first-year student, wearing a white shirt and blue pants. She looks like a small melon and a full peanut. Her name is Xiao Pang. She ran very hard, her face was flushed with fatigue, and tiny sweat was oozing from her slightly protruding forehead.

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1. My cousin Mingming is five years old and has been living with me. He is smart, naughty and naive, chubby, with a round head and a flat head, and his big black eyes are always flickering, as if he were magical about everything. That slip of the tongue always likes to ask some childish questions, sometimes it's too strange for others to answer. He always giggles when he is happy, and there are two dimples in his mouth. Similarly, it is difficult for him to cry! However, on his face, dimples are always more than tears.

2. Sweet and chubby, about three years old. A small face, red and round inside. A big head, a pinch of black hair hanging down, covered the broad forehead. There are watery eyes under those two pale short eyebrows. Ah, what lively eyes, as if talking, but also reveal a trace of naughty expression! There is a slightly upturned nose and two red lips under those beautiful eyes. There is also a small bib beside him, and a blooming peony flower is rusted on the bib. Dundun's little hand holds a watermelon with a green skin and a red pulp.