Write a composition according to the time of day.

1. Extract a composition in chronological order. Autumn is a sunny season, a harvest season, a season of sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance, and of course a beautiful season.

The sky is the most beautiful in autumn. In the morning, the sky is quiet, the color is as blue as the sea, and the sun has just "got up". It rises from the east, and the sunshine is not too strong, which makes people feel very warm.

At noon, the sun is extremely fierce, like an angry uncle, and it is particularly hot on people, but there are still a few birds flying freely in the air, making "twittering, twittering" sounds from time to time, as if to say "hot, hot, hot!"

In the afternoon, the sun weakened a lot. Without much sunshine, people can vaguely see the clouds in the sky. Some of them eat like rabbits, some run like leopards, and some fly like dragons ... Although the sun shines on their eyes and they can't see clearly, they are already satisfied!

In the evening, the blue sky turned pale red like a drunk. The sun gradually took off its orange coat and turned red. Everything around is red. It slowly returned to the embrace of the western hills, and its light was weak, like a dying match. It fell, leaving a rosy glow, like a fairy's clothes falling from the sky to the ground. It's so comfortable

At night, it is dark, just like the jade emperor accidentally knocked over the ink box when writing. There are countless stars shining in the sky, like eyes in the sky. The big, round moon illuminates the night and the naughty child's way home, like a lamp in the night. And I, lying in grandpa's arms, listened to his story about the moon. ...

2. Write down the composition of weather color and shape changes in chronological order. In the morning, the sun rises in the east, quiet and elegant, without that noisy atmosphere, which makes people feel relaxed and calm. At this time, everything is shrouded in the soft morning light. Willow bowed its head and meekly accepted the sunshine bath; Tall and straight poplars spread their branches and leaves in all directions; The wet grass gives off a faint green color. What a beautiful summer morning.

At noon, the earth is like a steamer, and it is so hot that people can't breathe. I don't know where the bird is hiding; Plants and trees hang their heads; The puppy was so hot that it stuck out its tongue and kept panting; Cicada kept making annoying noises on the branches, as if cheering under the scorching sun. We are like a timid little turtle, hiding at home and afraid to come out.

In the afternoon, dark clouds like thick ink surge in the sky and come down like our heads. Suddenly, it was dark, lightning and thunder, and in a flash, heavy rain poured down. The rain fell on the ground, splashing, like a blooming white lotus, scratching and ringing. The rain falling along the wall is like a magnificent waterfall. Thunder, rain, wind and clouds are so harmonious, what a dripping ink painting! The United States imports Puwechat Tmall

In the evening, after the rain cleared, a colorful rainbow hung in the blue sky, like a golden bridge, lying across the sky, magnificent and dazzling. Clouds, drifting more and more slowly, faint clouds, gradually transparent.

The sky in summer is unpredictable. No wonder the old people say that "the sky in June is like a child's face, sometimes crying and sometimes laughing." Look, that's it for today.

3. The change of time, the change of composition time, friendship and feelings gradually faded.

There used to be fewer and fewer smiling faces. It is no longer you who make me laugh, but you are in a daze. And because of other people's reasons, you no longer understand.

More and more I find myself just a lonely person. Why do I always have so many troubles in my mind? Even my happiest friendship has become blurred, and I am afraid that one day this friendship will never come back. The happy time with you will be wiped clean, and the smile with you will turn into a crying face. Maybe overnight, we will become strangers.

For me, affection, study and friendship are equally important. If I had to choose, I would never choose! I will try my best to keep this sincere friendship, but there is still one question you can't answer. Time, can you help me? Maybe you are also a double-edged sword, I hope you can help me! ! ! Times have changed, study. Study, develop a dependence, the upcoming final exam is coming, I told myself that I must do well in the exam, no matter how hard I work, I must refuel! But many just say that they haven't done it seriously and can't control it.

I got more time to study at school, but when I got home, I didn't want to, so I delayed, so I postponed. I am a failure, I can't help it, and I am more and more worried. Time has changed and appearance has changed.

How much I want to become me in the photo on the computer, which is a kind of beauty. I am really ugly in reality! Fortunately, my relatives and family still love me, although sometimes my friends will say it, but they dare not say it in front of me. I know appearance is really important. Why is it so cruel in real life? I can't imagine what it would be like. I really hate it now. Whenever there is something I hate, there are few happy things. I hope that one day, even if I dream, please let me have a change without worry, only a happy day! Looking forward to this day! You will change, pray and pray.

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4. Time changed, so I went to write a composition. Time has changed my mother, and time has changed me-Inscription.

First of all, before

When I was a child, I was so naive. I listened to my mother and admitted my mistake in time. Therefore, in everyone's eyes, I am a typical good boy. Mother is proud to have my reason.

However, the good times did not last long. After entering junior high school, this time is really in a rebellious period. Faced with the homework assigned by the teacher and the pressure of entering a higher school, I became restless, which made me restless over time. I'm gone, obedient, and I'm the only one with a hot temper and an impulsive behavior. My parents' words went in one ear and out the other, but they broke my heart.

Second, now

Last week, the teacher assigned an assignment, saying that he would go to see his parents' works and write a feeling. Although I was unhappy, I followed. My parents work in a factory. They are all workers, and their wages are enough for the whole family, but they are all hard-earned money of their parents. I have hardly been here. When I came in, there were many working machines, two extra-large machines made by my parents. I saw the machine walking towards the iron block, and soon a large piece of iron chips emerged and rotated clockwise. In my eyes, it's like the ruthless beating of iron whip, and my parents, wearing leather skirts and holding iron hooks, suddenly "caught" iron whip, only to see "iron whip" caught by the iron hook at once, thus solving the "crisis". . It can be seen that parents are skilled and have done it thousands of times. I stood at the door for an hour, but my parents didn't notice me. I kept staring at the machine and stood and repeated that boring action. My clothes were beaten black and blue by iron filings, and my face, body and legs were covered with gasoline. This hour, I stood in the back, very sour, still doing nothing, but they ...

Gradually, I realized their hardships. What did they do? Not just for my good life, not just for me to read good books, but for me to treat them like this. After waking up, I felt extremely guilty, and my inner emotions suddenly turned into tears. ...

Third, the future.

In the future, I want to be a person who makes my parents proud. I want to study hard so that my parents don't work so hard. I want them to be happy and healthy.

Mom and Dad, I have grown up!

Today, our school has become an extensive, advanced and famous campus.

If you don't believe me, please listen to me Let me introduce our campus. In the past, our classroom was short and shabby.

When it rained, the teacher was giving a lecture with a beautiful expression, and the students listened with relish. Suddenly, the rain leaked in from the broken tile roof, making the students soaked, the desks wet, and the books and exercise books wet.

Over the past few years, the spring breeze of reform and opening up has spread all over the land of China, with new atmosphere everywhere, and great changes have taken place in our school. It used to be a bungalow classroom, but now it is a tall building.

Rain or shine, our classroom is safe, and we can still study happily in the classroom. Every spacious classroom has a brand-new TV set and bookcase.

There is also a spacious basketball court on the playground of the campus, and there is also a pavilion under the lush banyan tree. When class is over, students always enjoy the cool in the pavilion. A small fish is playing freely in the plum blossom pool.

The leaves on it dance and fall like flowers. There is a small garden by the pool, which is full of exotic flowers and herbs.

It attracted many butterflies and bees, and the bees were so busy that they buzzed while picking honey, as if to say, "This year's honey is so sweet, I want to pick more." Flowers dance among the flowers, like fairies descending from the earth, adding a lot of interest to the campus.

It constitutes a colorful oil painting. Ah! Our school has changed a lot.

I will repay my lovely school with excellent results.

6. To write a 600-word composition, time has changed my composition, and I must adopt the first answer. There are three steps to grasp time: the future comes late, the present flies like an arrow, and the past will never stand still. Time can change everything. As long as there is enough time, it can create another universe or destroy another universe.

I am too young in time. In such a short and limited time, I changed.

I don't know when I changed.

I stopped muddling along, and I began to work hard and struggle. I no longer just look up to those excellent people. I don't know when, I have squeezed into the ranks of excellent people.

When I was a child, I didn't care about my grades. If I am not much worse than others, I will be satisfied. I don't care much about ranking. I don't have any ideas except that I didn't get a scholarship this semester.

Six years of primary school has been completed unconsciously.

I sat in the classroom and attended the class meeting with my classmates. It's the same old story, singing and reading, and the host is reading the lines in a dry way. No one cried. Everyone got together for a silly photo and pulled out a smile at will, as if they were very happy.

I put on my newly bought MP3 player and occasionally talked and laughed with my classmates.

Actually, it's just graduation

I will still meet my primary school classmates in the street, or pretend not to know them. If you don't say hello, I won't say hello. Occasionally meet at school, occasionally joke with them, and occasionally leave in a hurry.

Then I went to junior high school.

Walking into a strange class, I saw a row of strange classmates.

There is no sense of disobedience.

Slowly, maybe from the first time I was admitted to the first place, I became jittery.

Every exam is on thin ice. I know that any door, as long as it is almost, will lose the first place. Although I still laugh when I get the test results and when I fail, I gradually care.

I can't believe that I care about being surpassed by others, but when I really see others in front of me, I don't have much reaction. It's a little strange. I don't know why.

In this change, I also see the gap between myself and others more clearly.

Without special skills and awards, I am in the ranks of good students, and maybe I have no products.

Maybe it's no big deal, and I don't care about the special, but this cognition makes me feel far away.

Their experiences are far away from me, and their abilities are far away from me. I know, they are no different from me, just as heartless, just a little more than me. I definitely don't have this.

Time, soft and ferocious.

Before I know it, I will start to compete, although I don't understand why I should compete.

But time has made me understand that the future will be more difficult. This makes me a little afraid to face the future. But no matter what, time will pass. Sooner or later, I will face the future. This kind of cognition makes me a little uncomfortable.

It is time. Changes brought about by time. I want to step into that huge and gorgeous dye vat, and maybe it will become what I don't want to see.

In the process of change, I compromise and I escape. But I can't stop time.

So, I am still changing.

7. Write a 200-word example according to the events in the long memory. There are many things that move me.

They are like countless stars twinkling in the Milky Way. Although it is bright or dark, it is very beautiful. Among them, there is the brightest star hanging high above my head. Now, let me take it off and show you slowly.

I remember when I was in the second grade, I forgot to bring my gloves and went to school on a cold winter morning. When I got to school, my hands were red with cold, but it was too late to go back and get gloves, so I had to walk into the classroom.

As soon as I entered the classroom, it suddenly became dark, and "the rain is coming, and the wind is full of buildings", which makes people feel an unspeakable sense of oppression. After a while, snowflakes floated into the air.

It's snowing harder and harder, and finally, it's like a goose feather in midair ... it's getting colder and colder. Watching the heavy snow, watching the students put on gloves one by one, I had to smoke and rub my hands, hoping to clear up soon.

However, "things didn't work out", and gradually, everything between heaven and earth became wrapped in silver, while the damn snow kept falling! My eyes can't help floating a layer of misty fog. I kept asking myself: How could you be so careless? How can you forget to bring gloves on such a cold day? It's getting cold! It would be strange if the snow kept falling and my hands didn't freeze ... Just when I was blaming myself and regretting, a pair of gloves came into my eyes.

"Put it on quickly, you'll get frostbite." I looked up in surprise. It's my deskmate Xing Keqing. She took off her gloves.

"So ... what about you?" I hesitate to ask at this moment, I want to put my hand over immediately, and I keep blaming myself: why are you so selfish? Won't Xing Keqing be cold? Are you the only one who is afraid of the cold? Xing Keqing seemed to see through the contradiction in my heart, grabbed my hand, put the glove in my palm and said, "Nothing, my hand is warm, not cold!" " "At that moment, the temperature of Xing Keqing's palm suddenly made me feel unusually warm, so warm that I mistakenly thought it was spring.

My nose is sour, so I put on gloves and tried to rush into tears in my eyes. Xing Keqing smiled knowingly ... It touched me deeply. At that moment, Xing Keqing's sweet smile will be engraved in my heart forever.

Although it is not a so-called "earth-shattering" event that Xing Keqing gave me gloves, few people will give up on themselves like Xing Keqing. I believe that Xing Keqing's actions come from her inner kindness, otherwise, she can "just sweep the snow in front of her house, regardless of others."

Give someone a rose, and there is more fragrance in your hand. A candle will not reduce its brightness by lighting another candle, on the contrary, it will be more brilliant at the moment of lighting! In the long and heavy spiritual treasure house of our Chinese nation, helping others is a shining wealth. Xing Keqing's spirit of sacrificing himself for others touched me. I read the true meaning of helping others from her smile.

8. How to write a 500-word composition in chronological order? It was a rainy night. After I finished learning English in the Youth Palace, I waited for my parents to pick me up. It's raining heavily outside. Like a whip, it lashed the earth as if to make a crack in the ground. I sat in an empty classroom, watching the heavy rain outside the window, worried. Suddenly, I found a familiar figure, that's dad! I rushed out of the classroom.

We went downstairs together and walked forward with an umbrella. This road is not easy to walk because of the heavy rain. Dad wanted to wait for a taxi to take me home, but we waited or didn't. In desperation, my father and I had to walk back with an umbrella. As my father only brought an umbrella, we made do with walking home.

At first, my shoulders were wet and I walked for a while. Suddenly, I couldn't feel the water droplets. I looked up and saw that my father's umbrella almost tilted over my head. So, I said to my father, "The umbrella is crooked!" " "He said with a smile," No! " Then he straightened his umbrella in an instant and asked me with concern, "Are you cold, son?"? "I shook my head and said it was not cold. He added, "Don't freeze! "Wrap me up in his big coat. Walking, I feel that my umbrella is leaning towards me a little bit. When I got home, I found my father's half body almost soaked. In an instant, a warm current welled up in my heart.

Dad's love is always silent and deep. He always silently gives me love and encouragement when I need help most. When I met with difficulties, he helped me analyze and gave me guidance on how to solve them.

"Not only is my mother good, but my father is also good ..." This is the song in my heart and my favorite song. I love my father!

9. Time has changed my 600-word composition time, time. Time is invincible. It turned me from an ignorant baby into a sensible and strong teenager!

From the moment I came out of my mother's stomach, I came to this ever-changing world. I was so weak at that time. I can't speak, I can't take care of myself, and everything depends on others. As time went on, I grew up gradually. Learn to talk slowly, learn to walk, and learn to do your own thing.

When I was 3 years old, my family began to send me to kindergarten. Unfamiliar environment, unfamiliar teachers, so-called classmates. I clutched my mother's skirt tightly with tears in my eyes and kept looking around. I was held by the teacher, and at the moment when my mother turned away, I thought my mother didn't want me, so I burst into tears. Perhaps because of the children, I gradually stopped crying and became one with my classmates. On the day I graduated from kindergarten, I didn't know what parting was.

I finally went to primary school. Six years of primary school life, let me learn something that kindergarten can't learn. Understand what discipline is and what learning is. I also understand what friendship is. But my mother said that there is no absolute friendship. When I was in the fifth grade, my family changed and was on the verge of rupture. At this time, time tells me that time flies and time waits for no one. If you don't work hard now, when? Then try to bring the results back to life in that complicated environment. Time changed me.

Now, I have grown up. Time makes me sensible and strong. In the three years of junior high school, I learned what the pressure of study is and how to turn it into motivation. The pressure of entering a higher school is my most annoying problem at present. But I also know that there is no other way but to work hard. In the final sprint stage, I occasionally think of the sadness of parting. Friends who have studied together for 3 years will go their separate ways after graduation. Time, time. Time is invincible. It turned me from an ignorant baby into a sensible and strong teenager!

Time has changed me, and I thank time.