Write a 200-word composition directly from the lyrics.

1.200-word landscape lyric composition The first article: The wind is holding the rain star, as if looking for something on the ground, bumping east and west.

"It's raining!" A classmate shouted. I saw it raining in Mao Mao outside the window, and the raindrops seemed to be playing a little waltz. I can't help being tempted by the world outside the window.

The sky is raining tirelessly, and the hazy rain and fog gently cover the whole campus. Rain drops from the sky like ten thousand silver lines and gently hits the window, forming a beautiful bead curtain.

It's time to finish school. We came to the front hall of the teaching building and saw the colorful school gates. Oh, that's my parents' umbrella.

So after going through five levels and beheading six generals, I managed to squeeze into my father's car ... After a while, it began to rain heavily, as if to stop all the people on the road. ..... Towards evening, the rain stopped.

The next morning, the continuous spring rain began to rain again. Raindrops, like thin embroidery needles, wear in every corner and fall on leaves, spinning like beads. At this time, the city was immersed in silence, and my heart calmed down.

Yangliuqing falls after the rain. On the green grass, all kinds of flowers are blooming in the rain. Roses, Chinese rose flowers, winter jasmine flowers, lilies ... they sit around as if they are beautiful, and they seem to be discussing how to show people more beautiful spring. This is really "a good rain like a season, when spring happens." Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently! "The second part: the autumn wind suddenly rises, and the pool is full of slim lotus leaves; As rich as frost, with a lotus flower that wants to say but is ashamed, it adds a tragic gloom.

Tian Tian's skirt, like a jade carving, was taken away by the running water of time and taken to the unknown kingdom of heaven, leaving only beautiful memories in her dreams. A tall poplar tree by the pool whispers in autumn.

Leaves fell one by one, and some swirled in the air for a long time before they reluctantly fell to the ground. It seems that I am reluctant to leave my mother, Dayangshu, who raised it. I often look back and say goodbye.

Some fell from the upper branches and hung on the lower branches. It was a sincere hug and persistent attachment.

Autumn wind is ruthless, and autumn is silent. After a shake, it was forced to leave the branch and slowly landed on the water.

There is a thick layer of fallen leaves beside the pond. Suddenly, in a yellow layer, there is a dark green tender leaf, which is very bright. Why is this leaf so young? Maybe it is the last blooming leaf of poplar. It hasn't finished the course of life, but it is still dreaming of youth. Unwilling, ruthless autumn wind, with unhurried steps, arrived as scheduled with a cold face and was forced to leave the branches like other leaves.

They finally have to part, so they have no choice. Who cares about a green leaf that hasn't grown up? Another autumn wind blew and the pond became noisy. The voice seemed to say, wait until next year.

Oh! I see that they are not depressed, not to mention sad, they are quietly brewing, brewing a brighter and better spring.

2. Write a lyric composition about the scenery. 200 words of scenery write rain "rustling, rustling". It began to rain outside the window. I unconsciously put down my pen and squatted on the windowsill to enjoy the rain outside the window. I saw the autumn rain outside the window as thin as a silver needle and transparent.

After a while, the sound of rain grew louder and louder. "Sand, sand, sand", the continuous autumn rain fell on the fallen leaves full of stone steps and made strange music. The whole stone steps seem to have become a natural orchestra, playing the beautiful music of nature. I was fascinated by this music. Listening to the sound of fallen leaves being hit by raindrops, I felt more melodious and rhythmic than sand balls. After a while, the rain changed again. "Ding-dong, Ding-dong, Ding-dong" seems to be a light and lively piece of music. The continuous autumn rain slowly fell to the ground, splashing water droplets the size of sugar balls in puddles, so I thought, maybe this autumn rain is sweet? The big trees next to the house were washed clean by the rain, and the green color and crystal rain hung on their leaves, which looked so beautiful. The road from car to car was also washed clean by rain. The car passed by it, splashing like a piece of ground glass.

It kept raining, and transparent bead curtains were woven outside the window. In the street, people are walking around like flowers with colorful umbrellas. The rain made the city more beautiful.

I walked slowly in the yard, savoring the beauty of autumn rain and breathing the fresh air brought by autumn rain. Suddenly, a beautiful scenery caught my eye. Ah, it's New Zealand grass, which is green all year round. You see, the emerald New Zealand grass seems to shed thick grass juice when touched lightly. Let me take a closer look, oh! The grass is hung with crystal dew. It shines in the soft sunshine, just like a diamond, which makes the "green jade" more dazzling and beautiful.

Suddenly, there was a clear birdsong behind him. When I looked back, it was a lovely Chinese Pulsatilla, and its black and white feathers made it feel a little free and easy. I was a little surprised and thought: are you inspired by nature and playing with nature?

"Don't run, brother." I saw a pair of twins chasing and playing in the hazy drizzle, and carefree laughter welled up in my heart. I suddenly thought, am I not a Chinese Pulsatilla who came downstairs inspired by nature? Thinking of this, I raised my face and let the cold raindrops slide across my cheeks and flow into my neck. Suddenly, I seem to hear a small raindrop falling from my ear saying to me, "Listen to the sound of raindrops with your heart, and you will listen to the beauty of nature with your heart." I burst out laughing, and laughter spread far and far in the autumn rain. ...

I looked around again, it was like a fire, a red rose moistened by rain; Like jade, it is New Zealand grass bathed in rain; Like a silver bell, it is the crisp and loud cry of Chinese Pulsatilla; Percussion, like percussion, is the wonderful harmony of raindrops hitting fallen leaves; Like a picture scroll, this is a beautiful nature ... Looking at it, I can't help but show a sweet smile on my lips. I can't help chanting: the Chinese rose is in bloom, and I am ashamed and suspicious of spring. White-headed birds are singing in the branches, and the phoenix trees in autumn rain are natural.

3. Ask for a lyric composition of 200 words, and express your feelings by describing the scenery. Ask for a lyric composition of 200 words, and express your feelings with the description of the scenery.

Warm winter

With the first roar of the cold wave, winter has come.

When winter comes, there will always be a little rain. Since he came, the weather has gradually turned cold. This is before the leaves are finished, a small number of faded leaves hang on the branches, just like the last light in the night, slowly weakening.

The fish in the pond are also hidden, and the pond is covered with a strong coat and shines in the sun. But the night is just a kind of silence, and there is no ups and downs of moonlight songs.

However, winter will give you warmth.

Winter brings bird migration to the south, but not all the birds fly away. You were on the road when you suddenly saw a flock of sparrows flying around and pecking at you. It's warm to see such a little life with you in winter.

The sun is too strong in summer and autumn, and people who are afraid of heat will hide at home, but in winter, the sun is soft, like a warm water bag, and people can't help coming out to bask in the sun, and you are no exception. On the road, people wear warm clothes, turn on the heating, talk and laugh, and watching so many people walk with you makes you feel warm.

It's snowing and buzzing. Open your sleepy eyes, open the window of the house, fluffy white snow falls on your hands and turns into warm water. The outside has been turned into a beautiful world by winter clothes: the trees are covered with silver, and there are many white clouds on the ground. What a wonderful fairyland! Children also have snowball fights. Seeing their happy smiles makes you feel warm.

It's New Year! This is the most relaxing day for people. Every family sticks couplets and hangs auspicious photos. This intense red color blends with white snow. "I miss my relatives twice during the festive season", yes, you go back to your hometown and the family sits together. It's too noisy! Seeing this scene, you feel warm.

You feel very warm this winter.

4. Write the scenery first, and then write a lyric composition, about 200 words. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

After the storm, it was calm.

It rained all night in Mao Mao, and the sky was overcast and almost dripping.

At the end of the empty space, there is a wisp of smoke and some residual red. The wisp of early cherry slowly drifted into the mire and let out a sigh. Occasionally, western Western jackdaw passes by with some water, but it is scared to fly high by the sound of the wind.

I stood in front of the station, disturbed by the rain. The rain in Mao Mao for several days and the failure of several exams have upset me, as if for my bad mood, and it seems to be raining harder and harder just now.

The wind blew the cough behind me and fell to the ground like gold. I subconsciously looked back and saw a little boy and an old man with messy white hair. Probably the parents who pick up their children from school, I thought to myself, the children are very sensible to take the schoolbag from the old man, carry it on their backs, and then help the old man neatly. I can't help being surprised. The child didn't say a word, but his concern has spread to my bystander's heart, a warm affection.

"Oh, I'm sorry." A light touch on my back, an apology sounded around me. I looked back in surprise. A middle-aged woman is putting away her umbrella with some worn corners and smiling at me apologetically. She was carrying a tea basket full, with a satisfied smile, and could hardly see the anxiety of waiting for the bus. When I met her eyes again, I seemed to see my mother cooking in the kitchen with thick lampblack. I suddenly have an impulse to cry.

I always do. When I encounter some setbacks, I always complain, but I ignore that I have been surrounded by a warm family. The delicious food on the table is a good mood my mother often gives me, a joke when chatting, and a good mood my father gives me. In the cultivation of family ties, isn't such a good mood enough to dispel the disappointment in my heart?

In our life, there are many things that can bring us a good mood, but you just don't find them. When we are depressed in the storm, don't forget the beauty that rainbows can bring you a good mood in the clear sky after the rain. When we fail, we must not forget to pray silently that we can have a good family.

With a low cheer in the crowd, with the appearance of the rainbow above the last few drops of rain, the bus came and everyone got on the bus with smiles on their faces. I sorted out my thoughts and prepared to greet my mother waiting for me to come home with a smile. I hope my smile can bring her the best mood.