How to write at the beginning of the composition about Baiyun

Spring came, the sun smiled, and the flowers stretched themselves and smiled at us. In the wilderness, we lie flat on the grass in spring, and we see vast fields. But, have you noticed? Baiyun is watching you, too.

White clouds are like cotton, and I can't help feeling deeply. White clouds are often the most abundant after heavy rain washes the earth. It is a strange substance that evaporates from the pure white water of nature.

Baiyun also has feelings.

When the weather is sunny, Baiyun walks with his brothers and sisters. When the wind blows, it moves. Look! Now it is like a flower with round petals. Look! It has become a lovely pet dog again. Those ears are really similar! This is all because it is happy, and it will never stop being happy.

But one day, the white clouds disappeared, the blue sky turned blue and the white clouds could not be found. Grandpa Sun didn't see the white clouds and didn't want to show up. Baiyun, Baiyun, come out!

After class, I sat in the window seat and looked up at the sky by the window. How come? The clouds turned gray. The students said it was going to rain. I saw it, and sure enough. In the blink of an eye, it began to rain cats and dogs. I tried to close the window, only to find that the white clouds turned into rain again. This is really great!

I don't know how long it took, but it cleared up, and soon the white clouds returned to the sky, and the sun came out to "receive guests", and flowers and trees laughed for it. My mood has also changed from that kind of sadness to relaxation, as if white clouds shared or washed away the sadness in my heart.

Factory exhaust will pollute white clouds, so I hate factories, but I know it's impossible, so I told white clouds in the sky not to go near the exhaust factory, it's too dirty. When you are injured, how can you alleviate my sadness and comfort my loneliness?

Don't think that only creatures have spirituality. Look at white clouds in the sky. As long as you pay attention to them as you pay attention to your friends, you will find more loveliness in them.

How to write a composition about Baiyun? It is another sunny morning. When I opened the window, the sun flooded into the room at once.

I looked up at the white clouds in the sky.

There are several clouds floating in the sky. They wandered in the air, carefree and unrestrained.

A gust of wind blew and they began to dance. The wind stopped, and they chased and roughed with their companions, just like a few innocent and lovely children, adding endless vitality to the boundless sky.

Suddenly, one of the clouds seemed to find me looking at her and immediately hid behind another cloud, like a shy little girl.

I looked down, rubbed my eyes and continued to look.

But when I looked up, I found that they had all changed, and some of them had become floating fairies, dancing her long sleeves and graceful; Some turned into a beautiful big cake, as if inviting me to share the cake, and some turned into a good horse. I remember this horse playing in the air ... gradually, I felt like a cloud, floating freely in the air.

That feels good! But before long, a dark cloud floated in the distance, and they rudely drove away the other clouds. In a blink of an eye, the sky gradually turned cloudy, like a thick layer of black cloth covering the world, with more and more dark clouds, like an angry lion and a talon. Like a bottomless pit, trying to devour the whole world.

With a burst of thunder, the rain poured down.

It looks as if the dark clouds are full of black ink. Now spill the ink.

When I looked carefully, I found that the dark clouds faded and the edges of the dark clouds became shallow, as if they were outlined with ink lines.

I love clouds with different shapes, I love dark clouds in rainy days, and I love beautiful clouds!

Articles describing white clouds float freely in the air. During the day, I brush my shoulders with birds and greet the sun. Greet the stars or chat with the moon at night.

From east to west, from south to north, in this way, the clouds traveled all over the sky with enthusiasm.

Gone with the wind, gone with the wind, one day, the cloud suddenly became aimless, how small the vast sky itself seemed, and a sense of wandering loneliness deeply invaded it.

Thinking of the friendly warmth of the sun on weekdays, Yun is eager to follow it and accompany it to rise and fall in the west, and never drift with the wind again.

However, when it told the sun its wish, the sun said, "no, no, you will block my brilliant light and become my stumbling block."

"Cloud had to quietly avoid the sun, wandering in the sky, wandering into a faint sadness, somewhat desolate.

Clouds think of the quiet and bright days of the stars and the moon, and long to be with them in the quiet night sky.

However, it was also politely rejected.

Clouds have to avoid the stars and the moon silently, floating in the wind with sadness in their hearts, like a fallen flower falling into the running water, with no direction.

The sun is still shining, and the stars and the moon are still shining.

Clouds, still floating in the wind, wandering in the air.

Clouds faintly remind of the warmth of the pool, the sincerity of the precipitation, and a tear falling in the wind.

Standing in my first rising sky, a strong desire to go home grows in the heart of the cloud like fire and wind. On the ground in the distance, the small pools are waiting for it with an unchanging attitude.

The beginning and end of Baiyun are not less than 50 words. I am a leisurely Baiyun, and I know the weather every day.

I can be any shape, such as a lion, a building or a horse.

I wandered around and made many friends. We got together to chat and play and became a big white cloud.

Looking down at the earth, I saw a bird drinking cool spring water by the lake, as if a respected old man were drinking tea; I saw farmers working hard and sweating in the fields, but they could get a bumper harvest of crops; I saw a steep mountain, the top of which was covered with dense and lush trees. The mountain peak looks down at the beautiful scenery below like an old man with a bow. I also saw the forest in the distance, where the trees are very lush, including pine, camphor and banyan. There is a woodpecker on a big tree, pecking insects on the tree. They are still talking, as if talking about the big tree. There are so many insects on you! I'll help you clean up the bug next time.

The tree said, "well, thank you, woodpecker."

"I also saw a garden. There are many flowers in it. They are colorful, red, purple and yellow. The flowers in it set off each other, making the garden more beautiful! In the morning, I shelter people from the sun and let them have a rest.

At night, the sky is dark, the ground is full of lights, shining the whole world, making the world flickering. In the middle of the night, there are almost no lights in the city, but there are also some lights flashing.

Today, I am very happy. I have many friends with me.

I like blue sky and white clouds. The sky is blue, the clouds are white, and the beautiful blue sky and ever-changing white clouds are so beautiful together! One day, I looked up at the sky outside the classroom bored and saw beautiful white clouds floating in the boundless blue sky. They have become frightened white rabbits, auspicious dragons, grass-eating deer, fierce tigers and ever-changing birds, attracting my attention and making me reluctant to leave for a long time.

Ah! Blue sky and white clouds, you are as beautiful as my mother, and I love you-sky and clouds!

Protecting the blue sky and white clouds is my favorite scenery.

-Inscription Blue and white are the unique colors of the sky.

White is so pure and flawless, blue is so unique. Although there are only two colors, it is simple and elegant, monotonous and not boring.

I like to watch the changes of white clouds.

Sometimes, it is like delicious cotton candy, lingering into a ball; Sometimes, it is like a piece of white snow, arranged one by one; Sometimes it's like a little girl's face, and it turns red inadvertently (when there is Xia Hong).

I like to see the vast blue sky.

I have seen the vast Sahara desert, the vast Hulunbeier grassland and the vast Pacific Ocean, but I have never seen anything as vast as the blue sky.

In the blue sky, there are not only white clouds, but also things that we can't see during the day and can only see at night.

Such as: stars, planets, comets, nebulae, star clusters, galaxies ... What can hold so many things? I think maybe only the blue sky can do it.

The sky with blue sky and white clouds is not only a kind of scenery, but also a state of mind.

Whether it is raining or cloudy, it is only a temporary haze.

Although they polluted the beautiful blue sky and white clouds, it was only temporary. When the clouds disappear and the rain clears, the beautiful blue sky and white clouds appear in front of our eyes with a calm attitude in the past. It's really out of the mud, not stained, not evil.

Looking up at the blue sky, mostly white clouds, those unpredictable clouds, or flowing or stopping, intentionally or unintentionally add decoration to the blue sky; Head-up blue sky is an endless plain full of blue or blue.

At such a moment, you can hardly find the right words to describe it, except purity and tranquility.

Castle peak, white clouds and birds chase and play in the forest, which constitutes an excellent ink painting. Many clouds fall very low and cover the highest mountains, which seem to be covered with white light sand.

When the clouds of Gu Gong's "Golden Ma Jun Plum" boarded the plane, the sky above the airport was overcast, the weather looked gloomy, and gray rain spots hit people's heads. Now, the sun is shining brightly on the metal fuselage of the plane.

The clouds stay low under the engine room, as if countless limestone mountains have become a vast white wasteland.

High altitude is another scene-it is so bright and clear, as if it makes people feel that there is only endless emptiness above the blue sky.

(Bulgaria) The White Horse in the Night by Pa Weizenov is like a huge oil painting, which reveals the profound connotation that nature can't resort to words with different colors and rich levels.

That deep red, with pastoral lightness, writes the magnificence of youth; That milky white symbolizes the purity and beauty of love and friendship; That lead ash symbolizes a heavy tone of fate, announcing to people that only struggle can make progress; That smear and a touch of blue show the breadth and depth of life with shocking power.

When the plane flew to an altitude of 10,000 meters, a truly magnificent color cloud picture appeared.

Who would have thought that a few hours ago, I looked up at the sky on the ground and saw such a painting; A few hours later, at your feet, I saw such a fairy posture.

Rolling clouds are like icebergs floating on the sea; Another example is the palaces and pavilions carved from white marble, which form endless long streets and new towns.

The golden sunshine outlines these silver mountains and terraces.

It is very appropriate to describe it with the words "wrapped in white, especially enchanting".

There are also loose elephants made of white silk and soft cotton wool, generous white apes, calm camels, peaceful sleeping lions, fat sheep, and silver chickens standing in the air or lying or sitting or walking or stopping, all enjoying the quiet beauty of this empty fairyland silently in an instant.

I am also a bit like a fairy who has been driving Xiangyun for nine days.

The clouds in Dianchi Lake and Kunming in Sun Sun Sun's Yunfu are very distinctive.

Sometimes, continuous clouds in Phnom Penh or silver edge are turning; Sometimes, there is only one spotless white lotus in the sky of Wan Li; Sometimes, it is like the dome of a huge building, which is full of carefully carved sculptures, birds and animals, and everything.

Clouds are sometimes as light as cotton and sometimes as heavy as crystal boulders.

Due to the strange changes and rich colors of the clouds, the lakes and mountains of the 500-mile Dianchi Lake are changing endlessly.

Luo Ting's "Five Hundred Miles of Dianchi Lake" is a fiery cloud. The clouds in the sky have been burning from west to east, as if the sky were on fire.

The flaming clouds in this place vary greatly, from gold to purple and yellow, from gray to lily.

Grape ash, pear yellow and eggplant purple are all in the sky.

There are some colors that can't be said or seen.

A horse appeared in the sky with its head facing south and its tail facing west.

The horse is kneeling, as if waiting for someone to ride on its back before standing up.

After a second, nothing changed. In two or three seconds, the horse is big, its legs are stretched, its neck is long, and a ponytail is missing.

The observer was looking for the horse's tail, and the horse became blurred.

Hong Xiao's "burning clouds" are full of sunset glow, and one after another burning clouds weave the sky into beautiful brocade, which is really a beautiful miracle. How many colors are there in the sunset glow? Red, yellow, gold, purple, blue and maybe other colors.

The most beautiful is the dazzling golden red, which adorns the sky and the earth.

Villages, fields and roads are all painted with faint blush, and even the weeping willows on the river bank of the canal are inlaid with a layer of golden red bright edges.

There was a man standing on the riverbank, calmly and calmly, who seemed to be watching Xia Guang's colorful reflection on the quiet river, and seemed to be attracted by the infinitely beautiful sunset, looking leisurely into the distance.

In the "Xingcao" sky in Li Ling, a fiery red cloud is burning, and the cloud is getting bigger and bigger.

Red, ochre, purple, cyan and black are all kinds and irreconcilable to form a rushing river.

Jiang Shiyuan's "The End of Myth" is full of clouds and the mountains are floating.

Rolling clouds flow over mountains and down deep valleys, just like flowing waterfalls, magnificent.

This is the famous waterfall cloud in Lushan Mountain.

Sometimes, it trickles on Xiaotianchi Mountain, forming a line and entering the valley.

Sometimes, it passes through every pass of Xiaotianchi Mountain and rolls down like a jade curtain.

Sometimes, it is like a rushing river, crossing the top of Damu Mountain, surging, flying down and pouring thousands of feet.

Su Mao's "Lushan Waterfall Cloud" Lushan Clouds Lushan Clouds, the color is also strange.

On a moonlit night in Sanqiu, southwest of Guling, you can see purple fog in a place called Moonlight Pine Forest.

What is needed is a windless night, when the mist rises in the pine forest and hangs on the pine needles; Rub between the blue rocks, like a gauze on the arm of a jade girl, like a filament spit out by a silkworm.

At this time, the moon rises from the mountain pass, like an orange lacquer plate.

In the moonlight, it was a bit like apricot silver light shining into the pine forest.

If I were a white cloud, I would try my best to help people.

If I were a white cloud, I would float into the field. In the hot summer, the farmer's uncle was sweating like a pig. I'll help farmers wipe their sweat and bring them coolness.

If I were a white cloud, I would float to a dry place, give a heavy rain to the fields there, let them grow fruits, let people there not stay in the hot sun, and let them feel the tenderness of the rain and dew.

If I were a white cloud, I would float over my friends and play with them. I laughed and cheered with them, making beautiful patterns to amuse my friends.

If I were a white cloud, I would float to the place where stray dogs live.

Turn into a warm nest, make them feel warm and feel at home.

If I were a cloud, I would bring happiness, sunshine and warmth to many people. How happy it would be!

Write a composition about Baiyun 500 beautiful Yunnan in Yunnan Today, I saw an article in Friends of Primary School Students-Visiting Anyi Ancient Village, and I couldn't help but think of my mother's trip to Yunnan in the summer vacation.

I have long heard that Yunnan is a beautiful city in China.

This summer vacation, my mother took me to Kunming, Dali and Lijiang in Yunnan.

As soon as I got off the train, I was immediately infected by the good weather in Kunming. There was no heat flow on a hot day.

There are beautiful white clouds floating in the blue sky, and the whole feeling is as comfortable as in an air-conditioned room.

We visited the famous scenic spot Shilin in the suburbs of Kunming.

There are many strange stones there: some are like flying dragons, some are like lively monkeys climbing trees, some are like beautiful fairies descending to earth, and some are like human hearts ... These strange stones are really interesting! When we came to Dali, we felt another kind of local customs: here, we call our daughter Jinhua. When the golden flowers put on beautiful national costumes, it was really a beautiful landscape.

When I came to Lijiang, an elite city in Yunnan, and boarded the snowy Yulong Snow Mountain, I lamented its beauty and mystery, but it left us with an unspeakable taste: my mother and I took an open cableway up the mountain in the rain that day, so cold that my mother and I trembled all over, and finally I couldn't help crying.

The most beautiful place in Yunnan is Old Town of Lijiang, which consists of eight intricate alleys.

During the day, it is a lively market and antique alleys. Every household deals in things with Yunnan characteristics.

At night, it becomes a veritable "bar" street.

It feels great! Most of them play popular "slow roll" dance music or pop music.

That day, I happened to meet a bonfire party, and I danced around the bonfire with the locals ... The beautiful trip to Yunnan made me linger. ......

I sat on the sofa, watching the boring TV series, watching the protagonists fight and laugh, and I couldn't help yawning one after another.

I was in a daze, and slowly, I opened my eyes.

Huh? Where is this? Maybe, I became Alice in Wonderland? Just as I was feeling smug, a man patted me. I looked at it. Isn't this St. Peter? Am I an angel? At this time, St. Peter said, "Baiyun, go to cover for Grandpa Wuyun later." Grandpa Wuyun was furious today and put on his black clothes. Please fly over and have a look! " "What? I became a white cloud? I watched how my body became so light. Can I fly? Say, I can fly. Isn't that Grandpa Dark Cloud? I flew, flew, flew, and saw grandpa Wuyun frowning and angry.

I said cautiously, "Grandpa, Grandpa Wuyun, what's wrong with you? I will take your place. Don't be angry. Go back to Cloud Palace and have a good rest! After that, Grandpa Wuyun stomped away ... I stood on Yungang and looked at the world under my feet. This is, many people are happy to say, "Hurry up! Come on! Look: the sun is shining and white clouds are blooming. Well done! Xiaohong, let's go for an outing tomorrow. Are we all ready?

Seeing that people are so happy to see Baiyun beans, I secretly smiled and said, "I must be a happy Baiyun!" " I stood on the Yungang and saw the bustling scene of the world.

Looking at this, Sister Yun called me: "Baiyun, I'm going back. I'm here to take over. You are tired at the end of the day. Take a vacation tomorrow and go shopping! " Thank you, Sister Yun, I'm leaving! "I flew to the Cloud Palace and saw that the cook had cooked the meal.

I'm about to move chopsticks. I see it: Why are all vegetarians? But when I think about it, maybe it was a bad day. I took a few bites, huh? Why are you full? Wow! It turns out that this dish has magic! Go on, go to bed.

I lay in bed and soon fell asleep, dreaming that I was sitting on the sofa.

Get up, go out, still sleeping? Isn't that mom's voice? So I came back to reality.

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