600 words of junior high school composition describing spring.

Five junior high school compositions with 600 words describing spring.

Spring is a season of revival and imagination. Every corner of the earth is full of the breath of spring, and people are looking forward to beautiful spring. The following is a 600-word junior high school composition about spring that I compiled for you. I hope you like it!

1 Ideal is the beacon of life, which marks everyone's direction. There is an ideal seed deeply buried in my heart, which is taking root. I persistently nourish it with a fertilizer called "diligence and hard work", hoping it will blossom and bear fruit.

I have been thinking when I was a child, what should I do when I grow up? When I see a thief stealing from others, I want to be a policeman and catch all thieves. Seeing the patient's painful expression, I want to be a doctor and cure all the patients; When I see many beautiful pictures, I want to be a painter and draw many beautiful pictures ... I didn't have a mature answer until I grew up today-my ideal is to be a writer.

When I was very young, I read fairy tales and fables word by word under the guidance of my mother. Gradually, when I grew up, I began to read compositions and classics. Every time I get a book, I will be very happy and hungry to read it; Whenever I read a wonderful passage, I admire and envy the author's writing style. I imagine that one day there will be a book written by me with my name and photos printed on it and read by people.

I am looking for happiness in the sea of books. I want to be as eloquent and knowledgeable as Uncle Qizhi, and write a good book that people love to read and love to read. I want to write a fairy tale book as popular with children as Uncle Zheng, the fairy tale king. I want to write profound books like Uncle Cao Wenxuan, such as Goats Don't Eat Paradise Grass, polished rice and Bronze Sunflower. I imagine that one day my book will be so popular and purify my mind. ...

I have been fighting for my ideal, and I have won several small writing awards, which is a great encouragement to me. But I know that this is far from being a writer. I still need a long journey and strong perseverance to overcome all kinds of difficulties. Because once I relax my demands on myself, my ideal will float like a bubble, and I can't get it back or realize it, so I learned to accumulate. Every day, I will squeeze out a lot of time to read books, extract good words, sentences and paragraphs, and turn them into my own language so as to apply them to writing. I often write short articles such as diaries and essays to record the bits and pieces of my life. I imagine that one day I will write my wonderful life with the pen in my hand; Write your beliefs, your joys and sorrows with the pen in your hand; Use the pen in your hand to write the flavor of life and bring happiness to the world; Draw the great rivers and mountains of the motherland with the strokes in your hand ...

I looked at my ideal lighthouse, which was bright and warm. I kept accelerating my pace and ran steadily towards the lighthouse.

If life is compared to a small river, it is ideal to run to the sea; If we compare life to a tree seedling, the ideal is to grow into a towering tree; If life is compared to a sailboat, crossing the ocean and the sea is the most ideal ... If the river has no ideal, it may dry up in an unknown corner; If the sapling has no ideal, it may wither alone in that land; If a sailboat has no ideal, it may wander alone in an unattended port ... what is the ideal? Ideal is the power to lead us to the sea, help us reach the blue sky and take us across the ocean!

Everyone has an ideal, either to be a teacher or a soldier ... Yuan Longping's ideal is simple and great. He wants to plant a kind of rice, which grows taller than sugarcane and produces bigger fruit than corn, so that he can enjoy the cool under the rice forest and count his golden dreams. He succeeded. The average yield per mu of hybrid rice he studied was much higher than that of ordinary rice, which eased the food pressure for China and even many countries in the world and led the younger generation to push the hybrid rice industry in China to the forefront of the world. It is because of the ideal that Yuan Longping has the goal and motivation to work hard.

But are ideals enough? No, it's not enough. If you just have an ideal and don't put it into action, it's like eating a meal but you can't digest it, and you can only let the mold rot in your stomach; If you have an ideal and don't act, it is like a bud in bud, which can't produce beautiful flowers; If you have an ideal and don't put it into action, just like a kite in the sky, it will eventually disappear in the distance because of disconnection ... Therefore, the ideal needs to be realized through action to realize a bright future.

"I am not at home, I am in the experimental field; Not in the experimental field, just on the way to the experimental field. " This is a portrayal of Yuan Longping's efforts. He not only has an ideal, but also works hard for it. The combination of ideal and practical action not only weaves a halo of "father of hybrid rice", but also is people's respect and his whole life.

You must have ideals and actions to have a bright future.

Raise a banner, pour some sweat, let the seeds of the future be sown and grow sturdily!

My ideal is to be an actor or a singer, and I don't know why, because they earn a lot of money; Or because you can go to many places? I don't even know. Anyway, I like these two professions.

Some people may become officials when they grow up, so that servants will listen to you; Some people want to be doctors and save lives. But I still like my choice. Of the two professions, actor and singer, I prefer actor, because I can't sing high notes and sometimes I'm out of tune, so I don't like singers very much. As for actors, I think the most important thing is to be able to bear hardships and act realistically. As for memory, it is not very important, because some TV plays are dubbed. So I think these two points are very important. I think I should be able to bear hardships and perform realistically. So I prefer actors.

Some people may say, "What is an actor? It's too vulgar. How good it is to be an official in the company! " But classmate, don't you idolize? If you like a star, why not become a star yourself and let others admire you? If it is not idolization, think about the status of stars and their benefits, should it be touched?

Some people have ideals in their hearts, and they will fight for them. Some people have no ideals in their hearts, so they can only cram for the Buddha's feet temporarily. Whether they can cram for Buddha's feet or not is another matter. I think people without ideals are people without souls, so almost all people have souls now, but there are many people without souls. I am an ideal person, so I will work towards that goal, even if I just crawl a little like a snail and make a little progress, I will work hard.

Life is destined to suffer hardships, just like a lyric: how can you see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain? So we should work towards our goal, whether it is successful or not!

After almost a week of Huangmei day, a dreary and humid day, I finally ushered in the real spring.

There is a public land in front of my house, which can be used to grow plants. Flowers sent by my neighbor's uncle bloom all year round. Although not much, it is not very gorgeous, but it also adds a touch of color to spring. My sister and I often observe those flowers curiously along the stone road among the grass. There are not many kinds of flowers, but they are all very strange. My sister and I didn't know what they were, so we named them ourselves, such as the pink floret. We named it Little Bao Er. Every kind of flower has its own name. I like every kind of flower, which is purple and white like tulip, standing in the grass wrapped with a thick stick, surrounded by small red flowers, forming a spring scene with the grass, so beautiful and natural.

There are the most birds in our community, at least I think so. When spring comes, birds seem to be released from cages, flying around in the air, singing songs to welcome spring. They flashed through the air, leaving a little light for the blue sky, and then got into the bushes in the blink of an eye. They are warm nests under bright green umbrellas. Adult birds manage the feathers of young birds with their pointed mouths, and young birds stay happily in its safe harbor. Such a warm picture adds warmth to the slightly chilly early spring.

Spring has come, and people in the whole community have taken off their heavy coats and put on coats with the right thickness. All the people, men, women, adults and children in this area came out. Therefore, there are always a few grandparents sitting on the low chairs by the roadside, indulging in the soft sunshine and enjoying the peace of spring, while several children, sometimes picking petals, sometimes chasing birds, sometimes playing tricks to scare others, and watching others be scared, is their pleasure. My sister and I will not be idle. In the beautiful time of spring, we also have some happy activities: making sachets, picking up pine cones, climbing up and down high rocks and hiding in flowers. All these are interesting games in spring. Of course, the most interesting thing is to swing. Behind the two buildings in my house is an old tree. Someone used the tree to build a swing. In fact, it is just a tire and two thick ropes. My sister and I often invite the children of this family to play on the swing together. You swing for a while, I swing for a while, and we can compete with each other. This is a very interesting thing in spring.

Who says that only Kunming and Hangzhou, which have four seasons like spring, can see beautiful spring scenery? In our community, isn't it also a beautiful spring scene painting?

What's the smell in fresh air? It seems to be the fragrance of grass, the freshness of soil and the revival of everything. I think this is the smell of spring!

The grass has just grown, but it has changed into a light green coat. They are quite delicate and soft, as if they had grown so tall in the blink of an eye. It's really cute. As soon as the leaves on the small tree showed their heads, they were blown from side to side by the wind. The fresh soil seems to have been wetted by water. The air inhaled when you take a deep breath is so fresh and pleasant. The grass is striding happily in the grass and striding forward. Don't believe it, can't you see that their leaves are herringbone? That's just his grin! I can still hear their "hehe" laughter!

The first rain in spring, the rain is so precious, licking it with your tongue seems to have a little sweetness! No wonder all the fish in the small pond are vying for fresh rain! "Wow" bean-sized raindrops fell from the sky, hitting the ground, splashing crystal-clear flowers, so crystal-clear, as if emitting a faint fragrance! Grass grows sturdily under the nourishment of spring rain, and the leaves of young trees change from light green to dark green in the wind and rain, and the leaves are denser, the soil is wetter and the air is fresher under the scouring of rain. The roaring rain is still falling. This sound is like a symphony of nature, with a light rhythm and beautiful notes, echoing around people. Grass flutters with the wind, and small leaves sway with the wind. The swaying grass, the swaying symphony of Ye Er and nature are really beautiful, and the air is filled with the familiar breath of spring!

After the rain, the sun came out, the grass was still smiling and the leaves were still swaying in the wind. Floating, shaking, shaking, like a kind mother, shaking her dear child with her hands as the cradle, time goes by slowly, and her mouth seems to be humming that wonderful lullaby, which echoes gently in the air for a long time. Caixia has been red for a long time. It was a colorful and beautiful day, and I couldn't help being deeply immersed in it.

In spring, everything revives, and there are many plants and trees. Don't you see? The grass is still dancing in the wind and the leaves are still shaking in the air. It's beautiful. The wind is coming again, and the wind is filled with the familiar breath of spring. That smell, fresh and fragrant, is the smell of grass, the smell of leaves, the smell of earth and the smell of awakening the earth. ...

This is the taste of spring!