Butterfly is writing a composition in the storm.

Butterflies after the rain After a heavy rain, the weather was much cooler. I opened the window and breathed the fresh air after the heavy rain. I felt very comfortable.

My friend asked me out for a walk, and I readily agreed. I sorted out my confused thoughts and pushed through the door.

The road was very muddy after the rain. We didn't walk a few steps and our feet were covered with mud. We dropped our shoes several times. We just take off our shoes and hold them in our hands. We trudged on the muddy road, walking and walking. Friend: Oh, I bend over to see things. I also leaned in and took a look. It turned out to be a butterfly that was only wet by heavy rain. One of its wings was trampled in the mud by a friend.

It is a pure black butterfly with black tentacles, black head and shining wings. Heavy rain is a disaster for butterflies, and friends' feet are even worse. Although one wing has been shaking, it can't fly, probably because it is tired. The butterfly suddenly stopped moving. Party members were about to help it with their hands when the butterfly shook again. Maybe it's because of the preparation just now, and the shaking is more obvious than before.

My heart was touched in an instant. A weak creature made such a touching move when his life was threatened. What is its belief? What does it want? I thought about it for a long time, but I couldn't find the right answer. Suddenly, wings that kept shaking appeared in front of me. I never saw that butterfly again in that hot summer. There has always been an inexplicable impulse and enthusiasm in my heart. I know that this persistence comes from the injured butterfly and the eternal touch of its wings.

On a rainy summer day, I was reading a novel at home and felt very comfortable.

The weather in Zhanjiang is unpredictable. Just now, it was "looking at the cool sky with the window open, and there is no cloud in Wan Li", and suddenly it rained cats and dogs. The rain in Zhanjiang is also beautiful. Raindrops pour on the earth like pearls, and that feeling is really "like pouring pearls of all sizes on a plate of jade".

The sound of rain is even more beautiful, as if it were a beautiful song. Interrupted by the rain, I hurried to the balcony to collect clothes. Looking back, I suddenly saw a butterfly wearing a light blue "dress" and slowly flapping a pair of slender wings to fly to the balcony.

Probably to avoid the rain, I thought casually. Suddenly dropped, ah, dropped! It seems to be dying. When I got closer, I found that the colorful wings were really too slender. Two black beards are shaking slightly. A pair of eyes are black as sand, feet are silky, and the whole body is like a small snowflake, soft and slender, so lovely, I can't help but ignite a feeling of cherishing flowers and jade.

3. The composition of the field in the wind and rain is walking on the field path.

The road is narrow, the heart is wide, and the vast nature takes me into a simple, natural and boundless space. The ears of wheat are swaying and dancing proudly in the breeze, showing their slim posture on the huge stage.

Not to be outdone, the low leek seedlings are shaking in groups, one by one, as if they were the ups and downs of the green sea on land. The wind watched nature tease him and gradually roared.

The wind roared, and the plants were frightened. They bent down and lowered their heads to prepare for the coming rainstorm. The roar of the wind shook the world, which must be his instruction to the gods.

Dian Mu is here. Driven by the strong wind, it suddenly became dark and dark clouds crossed. In the collision, Lei Gong Dian Mu came.

Shining light, split from the sky, split on the earth. The wind roared and thunder rumbled, making the whole field restless. Crowds of birds are wandering in the air, and lightning and thunder make them very confused. Frogs in the field don't know when to hide. "Boom!" Thunder is enough to trap them in travel.

Ducks also fluttered from Koikegami to the shore, swinging their tails to avoid the rain. Tap water dripped from the gloomy sky.

Dark clouds gradually press down the earth, dancing wildly in nature with the rhythm of the wind, leaving only black between heaven and earth. I was also frightened by the dark sky, so I went down to a cave to shelter from the rain under the bright sword.

After a while, the water drop turned into a basin of water, which seemed to be the washbasin of the Dragon King. In the carelessness of the Dragon King, a basin of heavy rain fell to the ground. The wind and rain are mixed, forming a water column at the mouth of the cave, just like Li Bai's "But since the water is still flowing, although we use the sword to cut it".

The arrival of the heavy rain frightened everything. The birds are already under the eaves, and the poor ears of wheat have bent down for fear that the heavy rain will spoil their faces.

The countryside has reached the point where people are deserted. The heavy rain hit the ground, splashing countless small drops of water, crystal clear, they are active and dancing.

In the storm, the heavy rain danced in the country, and the cheerful footsteps proved that he was tap dancing. In the dark, he is fearless, but passionate, dancing with heroic demeanor and people's heroism.

4. After the rain, the field composition, the breeze blowing, wrinkled a pool of spring water, awakened the lonely field dream of a winter.

Mulberry is the most common in the fields of my hometown. In the early spring breeze, they germinate, germinate and grow leaves, from light gray to light yellow to green to dark green, and grow into a rippling Wang Yang. Full of green eyes and full of freedom.

From low mulberry trees to tall poplars, people can always feel the vitality of life. I like the spring countryside, the fields and the roads with an all-encompassing love, so I always like to walk on the rural roads, with my hands behind my back and my head down, stepping on a string of caterpillar-like poplars that have been blown down by the wind, and my heart will always return to my innocent childhood at that moment.

There are not only green in the countryside, but also pink peach gardens in the east of the village, dancing butterflies and lovely bees. It is like a fairyland, like a peach blossom garden, which makes people in it forget the troubles of the world at once. So I always feel that the rural wind is like a magical magician, which not only blows out the red, orange, yellow and green of the countryside, but also soothes our growing hearts quarter after quarter! A beautiful world, not only with wind, but also with rain! The rain in the country is sometimes like a gentle woman in the south and sometimes like a rough man in the north.

I like to walk in the drizzle in Mao Mao, let the rain kiss my cheek and wet my hair; I prefer to walk in the fields after heavy rain, stand by the roadside, look up, close my eyes and take a deep breath. The fragrance after the rain will overflow your nostrils with the smell of earth, which is refreshing! At that time, I was more like a naughty child, full of curiosity about everything in nature. Squatting on the side of the road, quietly staring at the rolling rain beads on the leaves of flowers and plants, suddenly shaking them off with your fingers, with a satisfied and relaxed smile; Jump around, pick a leaf, and then play a tune that can't be tuned, complacent! The countryside is a paradise, giving people who have grown up but are still childlike a space to fly and be childlike.

Accustomed to the hustle and bustle of the city, I found that I still like the quiet in the countryside, so I always cherish those days at home. The silence in the countryside is natural, especially at night in the countryside, so quiet that you can hear the barking of dogs in the neighboring village and hear your heart talking to the stars.

In order to enjoy that rare peace, I often can't bear to sleep at night. In the dead of night, people naturally feel at ease, so they always sleep so comfortably at home at night, as sweet as a baby in their mother's arms.

When most people like the high-rise buildings in the city, like to walk on the wide concrete road, and like to shuttle among the busy people, I still love that country, its wind, its rain, its night, its colorful, its freshness and its quietness, and I deeply love those people who are busy in the country.

The weather in spring is really good. Xiaoming's composition on catching butterflies in the field Spring has arrived, and the grassland has taken on a new look. The grass doll dressed in green sticks out its pointed head, and the beautiful flowers smile and have a faint fragrance.

Little squirrel, mole, white rabbit and deer come to play on the grass. Just as they were having fun, a butterfly was wearing a golden coat and colorful flower skirts, flapping its beautiful wings and dancing in the sky. Friends were fascinated. How beautiful! They want to catch her, play with her and paint her.

The deer thinks I must be the first person to catch the butterfly. The deer exulted, craned its neck confidently, raised its front foot and pounced on the target. The butterfly flew away soon. Instead of catching the butterfly, the deer fell to the ground and shouted "Ouch, love yo". The little squirrel thinks I'm flexible. As long as I jump lightly, the butterfly is mine, so the smug little squirrel climbs low and high on his front foot, ready to jump at any time. He was depressed to see the little squirrel aiming at the target and jumping hard. He kissed the earth and the butterfly flew over his head with a smile.

The mouse rolled his black eyes, thinking that if everyone works together with Qi Xin, Qi Xin will definitely catch the butterfly. Everyone thought it was good, so the little squirrel, rabbit and mole all jumped on the deer's back and put the butterfly in the middle.

6. Write a butterfly to imitate a grasshopper village. Every starry summer night, there are many insects in the lighting field. I looked at them, and gradually, the space expanded before my eyes. I walked into their world and stayed with them.

I seem to be a cricket, skipping and hearing my friend's call: "hello!" The concert has started, go! " Hearing this, I was very excited. I hurried to the stage of the performance to get ready.

In this silence, I was absorbed in playing the violin. On such a quiet summer night, our silvery music is so loud and wonderful! Music, like a spring of spirit, flows through our wings, and charming rhyme is floating in the air. We are immersed in our moonlight song.

A successful concert was over, and I saw the gentleman fart bug spreading. Oh! You may not understand that this is a flat beetle the size of a thumb nail shell. Although he is short and fat and has an elegant name, he is a gentleman to the core. Look! His posture, his manners, and his shiny "armor", gee! How many "girls" admire this!

Today! A "basketball game" was held on a pile of four squares under the big tree. The host is dung beetles team in the village east (called East Team), and dung beetles team in the village west (called West Team) takes part in the competition. Brother Moth is the referee, so he can see more clearly from above.

The game has already started, oh! Yes! The rules of the game are: both players must first grab the dung ball and then throw it into the ditch. Whichever team has more heads wins. As soon as the mosquito army flew over, the game began!

The east team pushed a dung ball to the middle, and each side retreated ten steps. A swarm of mosquitoes flew overhead, and players on both sides scrambled for it. You fight for each other, aggressive, who also don't let anyone! Oh, no! The dung ball was split in half by two teams of players. Because both sides exerted too much force, the players of both teams fell on their backs and could not turn over.

I laughed and forgot that it was dark and I forgot to go home. It was not until my mother called me that my flying soul was found. I have to say goodbye to this beautiful world reluctantly.

butterfly

The flower bed is full of colorful flowers, attracting countless happy butterflies. They flapped their beautiful wings and danced lightly among the flowers. The flowers seem to be rippling by them. They lie leisurely in the stamens, as if the flowers have endless whispers to them. They are carefree, dancing heartily and blending in with the flowers. I can't tell whether the butterfly among the flowers or the butterfly among the flowers is the most pleasant scenery in the sun.

The back of these butterflies' wings is tender green, and they stop on the ground like a piece of green grass, but the front of their wings is golden yellow with some patterns on them, which fly like golden flowers.

This strange butterfly looks like a dead leaf hanging upside down from a tree from a distance. If you reach out to pick that leaf, it will fly.

On the ground of several abbots in the center of the lawn, countless butterflies gather as if it were a colorful flower bed.

Butterflies have unique mouths, too. It looks like the winding of a clock. It is usually rolled up and needs to be used to straighten the flower heart to suck the honey inside.

Butterflies are known as "flying flowers". In nature, a flower like a butterfly is a beautiful metaphor.

7. Composition: How can I see the rainbow without experiencing wind and rain?

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Butterfly, well done!

Before breaking the cocoon into a butterfly, you made a wish to yourself in a heavy bondage, and one day you will dance the most beautiful arc in nature.

"Things are inherent, and people should be natural." The motivation of life comes from pursuit, and the purpose of survival is to have higher pursuit. Life is a long way, and because of the pursuit of guidance, we won't lose our way in the sea and the desert. If Hemingway's old man does not have the belief that "man is not born for failure, he can be destroyed, but not defeated", how can he meet the challenge of fate?

People should have the courage to pursue!

Butterfly, well done!

You have experienced cold in the wind and rain, loneliness in the dark, scorching sun and cold erosion. When the chicken broke free from its mother's arms and soared freely in the sky, you were also disappointed. However, for your own oath, you insist on one person.

Meng Ziyun said: "When the sky falls, people must first suffer their minds, work their bones and muscles, starve their bodies, and empty their bodies." There are few ancient sages who achieved great success without setbacks. Qu Yuan's exile is a tribute to Li Sao. Zuo Qiu is blind and has "Mandarin"; Sima Qian was arrested and wrote historical records ... The waves they encountered were not just small waves, but huge surges-intrigue in officialdom, the rise and fall of the country, even though opportunities abandoned them and fate teased them, they never gave up on themselves. It is the faith in their hearts that supports them, and the fire seedlings in their hearts ignite the lamp of hope. They look forward to it, watching. ...

People should be persistent in their goals, no matter how bumpy the front is, since they have decided, they only care about hardships!

Dierske, well done!

After a winter of silence, you finally realized your dream of flying. Don't regret your efforts and reserve, there is the most beautiful scenery in the sky-I know it's you!

Struggle, struggle, only know that success is close at hand, your wings are getting harder and harder. As the saying goes, "the fragrance of plum blossoms is not biting cold." Indeed, the iron pestle can only become an embroidery needle after tempering; Jade can only become a treasure after carving.

People always touch a sunny day after cutting thorns!

Overcome many obstacles and wait until the day when the goddess of victory cares for you, and write the most beautiful chapter with brilliance.