Qiu Si's excellent composition

In our daily study, work and life, we always contact or use composition, which can improve our language organization ability. I believe many people will find writing difficult. The following is an excellent composition by Qiu Si, which I carefully arranged. Welcome to read the collection.

Qiu Si's excellent composition 1 The sun sets, night falls, and autumn wind blows, blowing the leaves slowly falling in the wind, blowing the door gods attached to the door, blowing people's thoughts. After a long time, a bright moon slowly rises above the treetops, and the moonlight shines on the river like a newly polished silver chain.

At this time, many women came to the river with laundry sticks on their backs. The clothes smashing stick strikes regularly, and the rhythm is very harmonious. At that time, click, click, the sound is crisp, and the long river bank is filled with the joy of labor.

Not long ago, the government selected men from every household to form a well-trained army to fight the enemy at the border with officers and men. Under the moonlight, many women put down their work, looked up at the bright full moon in the sky, thought about their husbands who were fighting far away, and wished them a safe return.

At the same time, the soldiers in the distance are firmly guarding Yumen Pass. The midnight battle is about to begin. The soldiers are full of food and ready to go. Both sides sounded the drums, and bundles of flames burned on the battlefield. The soldiers rushed forward with an avalanche and attacked the enemy by surprise. The soldiers seized the opportunity to cover and kill the past, and the enemy scattered. Three or four months later, the whole army was wiped out and won a great victory, and returned to North Korea. The imperial court held a big banquet to celebrate with the people; And those soldiers also returned to their hometowns to reunite with their loved ones.

Night fell quietly. As usual, the women came to the river to wash clothes and hum songs, happy for their husbands' triumph. The full moon is high in the air, scattering silver light, as if celebrating this wonderful moment.

Qiu Si's Excellent Composition 2 Walking down the street in autumn, a thick fragrance rushed into my nostrils. Looking up, it turned out to be a osmanthus tree, which reminded me of autumn in my hometown.

In autumn, chrysanthemums in my hometown are blooming, red, yellow and purple, which is beautiful. Some of them are bowing to us, and some are holding their heads high to meet the sun. They are open in the fields of golden rice fields, which are very harmonious. When they walk in the fields, they can always smell the fragrance.

The spider flowers on the tree are also in bloom, and the snow-white petals are fluttering in the wind, as if a graceful girl is dancing. The fragrance of flowers attracted countless bees and butterflies. I picked a flower and put it on my nose. Ah, it smells good!

There is also a small osmanthus tree. The flowers of osmanthus trees are very small, so we must be careful to find osmanthus hidden behind the leaves. Osmanthus fragrans is small, but it has a strong fragrance. Osmanthus fragrans can be made into delicious Osmanthus Jelly. I remember when I was a child, I liked to make it into a wreath and wear it on my head to play games. Osmanthus fragrans is my childhood umbrella. At noon, I like to sit in the shade of osmanthus fragrans and watch the golden osmanthus falling from time to time, dancing in the wind and smelling the rich fragrance.

A cool breeze blew and I came back to reality. Autumn in my hometown is so intoxicating and unforgettable. How can I not often think of autumn in my hometown?

Qiu Si's excellent composition 3 "It is especially bright from the moon to the Mid-Autumn Festival"-Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival.

I go to the window from time to time, look up at the sky and look for the long-awaited big and round moon. Unfortunately, the rain outside the window is falling silently. In the pattering footsteps, I seem to vaguely hear Chang 'e's cry. Is this rain Chang 'e's tears?

I think Chang 'e flew to Guanghan Palace because she ate two plants of fairy grass. The coldness and loneliness of Guanghan Palace reminded her of the warmth of home. She doesn't care when she has it, but it is precious when she loses it. Seeing that she was lonely, the Jade Emperor sent a Jade Rabbit to accompany her. The feeling of missing prompted her to repeatedly develop a kind of herbal medicine that immortals can turn into mortals, so she asked Yutu to help fill the medicine. Why didn't she come out this year? Is it because the earth has changed so much in recent years that she can't find a home to hide in the moon and cry?

Although I didn't eat moon cakes and see the big round moon this year, I can be with my parents, grandparents and the whole family is round and round. I feel much happier than Chang 'e. It's nice to have a home, isn't it? !

The Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon's reverie

20xx65438+1October 65438+1October 18: 59: 57, when the staff pressed the ignition switch, I was sitting in front of the TV, and I felt anxious. Seeing the separation of Chang 'e-2 safety star and arrow and smoothly entering the scheduled orbit, the joy in my heart is self-evident, and everyone in front of the TV cheered at the same time. At that time, "Chang 'e I" opened the mysterious door of the moon like a key, and now "Chang 'e II" is like a wise man, bridging the earth and the moon.

I went to the windowsill again and stared quietly at the moon outside the window. Wow, why is the moon round and bright tonight? Does the goddess Chang 'e know about our visit? A few days ago, on the Mid-Autumn Festival, didn't the fairy Chang 'e cry because she couldn't find her hometown and hid in Guanghan Palace? I think the high-definition and high-resolution CCD camera installed by scientists on Chang 'e-2 satellite will definitely come in handy this time. You can directly email Chang 'e's life in Guanghan Palace, her inseparable jade rabbit and other scenes to her husband who is far away from the earth-the year after next.

The breeze blew and broke my whimsy. "Make a wish!" This sentence suddenly came to my mind, and my hands were tightly attracted together like magnets, so I silently wished: I hope that with the continuous development of science and technology, human footprints will be printed in every corner of the moon, so that Hou Yi and Chang 'e can realize their dream of reunion as soon as possible.

Qiu Si's excellent composition 4 The autumn wind is rustling, and the leaves are yellow, falling with the autumn wind. In Luoyang, the cold wind blows hard, making people feel a bleak scene in autumn.

One night, I was lying in front of the window, and a bright moon shed a faint fluorescence. Looking at my distant hometown, I was homesick. He picked up a fallen leaf that fell in front of the window and studied it carefully. His thoughts drifted to his distant hometown with fallen leaves, and he couldn't help thinking of his parents and relatives in his hometown. & amp

I sat at my desk, spreading paper and grinding ink, and was about to write a letter to my parents at home. A thousand words don't know where to start. Suddenly I had a happy childhood with my parents and a happy scene of playing with my brothers and sisters. Thinking, thinking, he couldn't help but burst into tears. At that time, the emotions in my heart welled up like spring water, and all my thoughts were poured into my pen and pinned on this letter from home. I felt sorry when I was writing, so I changed my writing, changed my writing, and finally finished it. He put the envelope neatly on the table. The next morning, with a letter from home, I hurried to my hometown and asked them to take a message home. When I passed under the big tree, it happened that this fellow villager was leaving for his hometown, so I quickly gave him the letter. Suddenly, I asked my friend to write back to me, because I was afraid I would miss something. I checked it many times. After I opened the envelope, I solemnly gave it to my hometown. A piece of information at home is worth a ton of gold!

The fellow villagers took the letter, wrapped it carefully, mounted the horse and rode the whip. I stood there for a long time with tears in my eyes, and an autumn wind blew away his tears. ...

Qiu Si's excellent composition 5 seems like a night, and early autumn comes quietly. It is surprising that there are no signs. The laughter in midsummer was suddenly blown clean by the autumn wind, leaving no trace. I want to pursue the first fallen leaf in the autumn wind, but I am deeply addicted to loneliness. Qiu Ge is slow but dignified, and autumn is autumn. Only silence is the best companion for loneliness.

The light rain is continuous, ambiguous and indifferent, and it tells quietly without trace. It is far and quiet, and I can't feel my heart moving in the rain. Autumn rain is stained with clothes and has a unique light yellow color. My heart is also haunted by the autumn rain, and my mouth is sour. I can't tell whether it is rain or tears.

Autumn night has no excitement in summer, no atrophy in winter, an atmosphere, a calm, quietly diffuse, autumn wind bursts, a little cold, accompanied by war millet, can not help but make people sad, sad autumn? The moon is full, the fog is not big, just like gauze, hazy, and my heart is inevitably sour. Homesickness is the ultimate beauty, and there is no need to return it. My homesickness is a slightly decadent romance with the gentleness of a cold.

I was puzzled by the song "Qiu Si": "The crow in Bai Shu in the atrium, the silent and humid osmanthus in Coody Leng, the moonlight is full of hope tonight. I want to know whose home Qiu Si is. " I also shed tears for Ma Zhiyuan's "heartbroken man is in the end of the world". However, autumn is not a tight season!

In the bleak autumn night, I am looking for a bright moon and a quiet forest to send messages to you in the distance. However, year after year, why can't I see your graceful figure in my dream? Maple leaves carry my endless thoughts, and let the crystal boat carry your crystal blessing.

The fragrance of autumn is indifferent and lasts for a long time. I don't know whether the glittering and translucent glass towers in Kaifeng and the gorgeous peony flowers in Luoyang are still refreshing, and I can witness your flying colors after a thousand dreams.

It is still dripping, and the autumn rain is always abrupt, just like Yu Guangzhong's "Listening to the Cold Rain". It is elegant, slow and silent. Holding green tea in hand, a wisp of light smoke, leaning against the door and sipping cold rain will have a feeling of endless aftertaste. Brown is like the clear autumn sky, clean, lively, fragrant and countless.

From continuous spring rain to continuous autumn rain, everything is full of love and rain. The tiles in rainy days are gray and slightly bright, and the wet ribbons are light and gentle. For me, it is also a deep comfort, autumn. Elegant, just like the autumn rain in a previous life, suddenly hitting noon and entering dusk.

Walking alone, quietly enjoying the soaked loneliness, no rain and no words all night.

Qiu Si's excellent composition 6 "The old vine is a faint crow, the small bridge is a flowing family, and the old road is a thin horse with a west wind. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world. " Whenever I recite this poem, there will always be a kind of peace and desolation in my heart that I have never seen before.

In the sunset, a crow stood on a yellow vine, and the rest of the sun shone on the ground. From a distance, the sound of "rushing" is accompanied by the voice of the mother calling her children home for dinner. A faint smoke rose from the Woods, and from a distance, a thin and old black horse stopped by the mossy brick wall. There is deep sadness in its dark brown eyes. When the west wind blows through the Woods, the rustling stops, and then the bang sounds, which constitutes the performance of the evening wind. As the sun sets, many people are deeply concerned about their families. ...

When I read Jing Tian Shah Qiu Si, I always find a little peace. Whenever I leave, I can't stop crying when I think of the sunset at the end of the world and the heartbroken people. The poet's chanting feelings are hidden between the lines, bearing a deep and desolate homesickness. Look, the old crow leans against the dead vine and yells. Listen, the sound of running water by the bridge is flowing; I feel that a strong west wind is blowing; Read, separate the wanderers in Wan Li and miss their hometown. Whenever I am bored, the "Twinkling Crow" calms me down. Whenever I miss my old friend, "The sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world" makes me find a bosom friend and always talk to him eagerly. "Tianjin Sha Qiu Si" is like a bosom friend, inspiring me, helping me and letting me solve problems.

"Dead vines and old trees faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, old roads and thin horses, and the sun sets, where there are heartbroken people in the world."

Close your eyes, meditate and whisper.

Qiu Si's excellent composition 7 Autumn wind began in Luoyang City, where the poet Zhang Ji lived and felt a chill. When he saw the autumn leaves falling one after another, he couldn't help thinking of his family and hometown, and a tear rolled down his cheek.

He wanted to write a letter, but when he finished it, he found that he had endless words to tell his relatives! So he thought about it, and at that time he didn't know what to write and where to start. After a long pause, Zhang Ji decided to write a letter.

For a while, I complained about missing my hometown and family. The letter wrote: Dad, Mom, are you okay there? Let me know if you have any difficulties. I am fine here, and there is nothing difficult in my life. You don't have to worry about it.

At this time, Zhang Ji still didn't know that there was a war between his father and mother. I wonder if his parents are alive or dead.

Wrote a thick letter, who can read Hongyan's book? When he was in trouble, he met an old friend in his hometown and asked him to help deliver the letter.

Zhang Ji's mood has not been calm for a long time. He treasured the letter in a bag and told his old friend to take his letter to his family. But just before his old friend left, he opened the letter again for fear of missing a word or sentence. It took him half an hour to read the envelope again.

The old friend finally hit the road, and Zhang Ji watched him until his back gradually disappeared in the autumn wind.

Qiu Si Excellent Composition 8 I love autumn for no reason.

I love shouting in the autumn wind, running in the autumn wind and experiencing the tranquility and heroism brought by autumn.

Those evergreen plants outside the window, unaffected by the small autumn, still lazily scatter sparse mottles every day and cast thought-provoking patterns on the ground. I didn't know it was really autumn until I saw the water drops attached to the leaves and the misty fog in the distance.

Autumn is here, the harvest season.

In autumn, the rice fields are golden, a gust of wind blows, and full ears of rice surge in the fields like golden waves. I have to admire the cleverness of the lyricist, Fanlang, who conveys infinite charm in just two words.

Rice is modest. Da? Finch said: "The hollow ear of rice proudly holds its head up to the sky, while the full ear of rice bows to the earth and its mother." Waist-high rice fully demonstrates its humility with its flawless radian. Its one-year savings have been awakened by this autumn wind, and all its wealth has been dedicated, but it is still modest without inferiority, confident without arrogance. Such a proper pinch is exactly what we lack, isn't it?

Autumn is different in different places. Just like I prefer autumn in the country to autumn by the lake.

Yellowing weeds hang upside down by the lake. It may be that the autumn wind hurts them too much! Such tender grass can't stand the test of autumn. The same is true of tall reeds, but not because they are tender.

The reeds that have been green for a summer have been completely turned yellow by the autumn wind. In my opinion, yellow is a symbol, a symbol of the end of life. But it still holds its head high. I walked up to him quietly, and I just folded it gently with my hand. With a bang, the reed broke, and then my fingertips felt a little pain. I looked down and saw that it was a thorn inserted into my fingertips. I curled my lips and gently pulled it out, but the place where I was stuck looked nothing strange. It even lost its last pride because of this soft thorn. But after all, it has been proud for a season in summer. Can a few autumn winds blow it like this? Is it because it is fragile? I don't think so

The same color is yellow, but one is golden and the other is yellow, which means that the ears of rice and reeds face the same autumn wind and bring people different postures.

Autumn wind blows into the rice fields, making the ears of rice yellow and mature. The autumn wind blew to the lake and yellowed the reed, but the reed chose to die quietly.

I am amazed at the magic of the creator, who created such completely different plants and, of course, people who are similar to these plants.

Those who choose to die in the autumn wind choose to be "ears of rice". They're great. They did not bow their heads in the face of seemingly terrible autumn, but actively welcomed it. They have withstood the severe test of autumn wind. But what about those who choose to be "reeds" What did they do? Maybe just waiting for "death" in the bleak autumn wind!

Now we are all in autumn, and the autumn wind blows gently. I wonder if I can stand the test of autumn wind?

Qiu Si Excellent Composition 9 Luoyang City, the autumn wind rises at first, and the Mid-Autumn Festival will be held again, and red leaves will fly in the air. I don't know whether the leaves are fluttering with the wind or whether the wind dances with them. Sitting in the house, seeing such a scene, I can't help but think of the climate in my hometown thousands of miles away and miss you.

Zhang Ji wants to write a letter to his relatives in his hometown to express his thoughts on them. After grinding the ink and spreading the paper, I just wanted to mention something, but I felt that I wanted to say too much, and I didn't know where to start. I can't think of it at the moment, so I have to give it up.

The letter is finally written. He put the letter in and sealed his mouth. But he regretted it as soon as he finished writing it. Can relatives far away know the meaning of a letter written in a few words?

Zhang Ji handed the letter to the messenger. When the messenger was about to leave, Zhang Ji stopped him, hoping to show him the letter. The messenger took out the letter and gave it to him. Zhang Ji took the letter, hastily added a few strokes, put it in an envelope, sealed it and gave it to the messenger. The messenger mounted his horse briskly, took a sip of his cigarette and ran towards dusk. Maple trees and maple leaves fall in succession at the door, leaving only a few maple leaves hanging on the dead branches of the trees, which is a beautiful scene. Zhang Ji stood under the tree and watched the messenger leave. At this moment, who can know the lonely mood of a wandering wanderer and the deep memories of his hometown folks?

Qiu Si's Excellent Composition 10 The footsteps in autumn are as silent as those in spring. She came to us quietly without giving you any hint.

Walking alone on the campus road, a cool breeze blew, mixed with the smell of flowers and plants, sweet, oh, no, fragrant. Occasionally I looked up and found that the leaves on the tree were yellow and the willows danced with the wind. The leaves flying in mid-air are so beautiful that people have infinite reverie. Poets are fascinated by it, and I am fascinated by it. I am not a poet, and I have no poet's words. I'm just an ordinary person. The wind blows the leaves to the ground, which inevitably produces a kind of sadness. The leaves flying all over the sky always fall for a moment, and that moment is the end of their lives, and no one cares anymore. Perhaps, only sanitation workers sweep them into a ball and wait for them to go to another world. Perhaps, they will be buried deep in the soil forever and reduced to ashes. "Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud will protect flowers more." I am as ordinary as this fallen leaf.

Lying on the roof alone at night, watching the stars all over the sky. They are also so ordinary. Twinkling, though ordinary, always has its own light. Small as it is, it always has its own wealth. I love this starry sky, so clean and pure, just like our hearts. Time flies, the breath of autumn is strong, and the rain thunders. In the morning, I hide under the bed, and the warm, comfortable and soft big bed gives me spiritual comfort. Get up and go to school. I hurried by in the rain with an umbrella. But when it rains lightly, I don't have the habit of holding an umbrella. Walking in the rain is romantic and enjoyable. The weather cleared up, and I went upstairs to look up at the starry sky in autumn, which was still so bright.

In autumn, perhaps only "the frost leaves are red in February flowers" is the most beautiful compliment to her.

Qiu Si's Excellent Composition 1 1 Autumn is coming, and a cold wind is blowing in Luoyang City. Yellow leaves floating in the wind make me feel extremely desolate and lonely. I can't help but feel homesick and miss my hometown and those folks. ...

The Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching day by day, and people are happily preparing for the festival. Old people and young people greet each other. I miss my mother and my family far away from home more. Alas, it's really "being in a foreign land, I miss my relatives twice every festive season"! I can only take back this book that I miss being a writer. It's really a pen, so many years of missing have turned into a thousand words, and I don't know where to start. ...

"Mom, how are you? Your son can't go home to see you, he can only reply to messages. It's getting cold, so you should put on more clothes to avoid catching cold. Please don't worry about me, I'm fine. How is the family harvest this year? ..... "Repeatedly, I didn't sleep all night.

The next day, as soon as the sun climbed up the mountainside, I gave the letter to the messenger. Just as I was about to say goodbye to him, I took the letter back, opened it, read it again and again, and added, "You should be happy every day, don't be unhappy for a little thing ..." After writing this, I gave it to the messenger and watched him get on the horse and fly away.

Qiu Si Excellent Composition 12 Autumn has never been my favorite season. I always disdain to taste, feel and think. However, I have a special feeling about autumn this year.

At night, a sudden heavy rain fluttered between heaven and earth, ticking and dancing like a rhythm. The raindrops on the eaves made a beautiful splash, rolled, and then fell naughtily.

I gently pushed open the window for fear that it would cut off my close contact with the autumn rain. A gust of wind, cool, rushed into my collar, slid across my face and let my hair fly freely. I don't want to close the window, continue to indulge and let autumn surround my whole body. Suddenly I had the idea of autumn.

I used to stubbornly think that I was in summer, some impetuous, some enthusiastic and some impulsive. However, looking at this year's autumn rain, I think quietly and gradually find that I have shed my immature coat and have an adult lifestyle. Although this is not what I want, it is like a caterpillar breaking its cocoon to become a butterfly. And I, after flashy spring and restless summer, now have a quiet, mature and gloomy autumn.

I think I really belong to autumn.

Qiu Si's Excellent Composition 13 Read Qiu Si written by Tang Dynasty poet Zhang Ji: "Look at the autumn wind in Luoyang City and want to write a book of great significance. I was so anxious that I couldn't say it, and the pedestrians opened again. " Lead my thoughts to distant ancient times. ...

Zhang Ji is alone in Luoyang. This autumn, the autumn wind blew up his long-hidden homesickness. At this time, he was walking in the street wearing clothes sewn by his mother. He remembered the scene of his mother sewing clothes for him, and Meng Haoran's "thread in the hands of a loving mother, making clothes for her wayward boy's body" She mended it carefully and thoroughly, fearing that it would delay his time to go home. "Tears moistened his long-dried eyes. So, he is going to write a letter home and visit his parents.

Back to his humble residence, Zhang Ji polished his ink. When he was ready to write a letter, he thought about how his parents cared about him. How to listen to him reprimanding himself in front of Mr. Tang Xue, how to smile apologetically, and how to feel sorry for himself after returning home ... As if yesterday had just passed, I couldn't help crying like beads, and the glittering tears wet the rice paper. Zhang Ji sat at his desk, biting his pen and thinking for a long time. As he wrote, he crumpled the manuscript paper into a ball, so he wrote, rubbed and wrote, and finally wrote the letter. However, after reading it several times, I always feel that I have not finished, so I have been revising it. I wonder how many times he revised it before he stopped writing. Under the table, he crumpled up a hill of paper.

Zhang Ji gave the envelope to the messenger and breathed a sigh of relief. However, when the messenger was about to leave, he stopped him again. He reopened the letter and read it carefully for fear that it could not fully express his strong homesickness.

Qiu Si's Excellent Composition 14 When autumn comes, there will always be many ideas. For example, farmers will think: when will fruits and crops be harvested; The staff will think: When will winter come and when will we have a holiday? If we do it quickly, will we get more bonuses? Workers will think: autumn is coming, I want to work hard and earn more money, and I want to support this family! I will also think: when will my father come back, when will my mother stop working overtime, and when will the family get together, have a reunion dinner and take a family photo together. Because I've never done such a thing.

It's 20xx now. Since 20xx, my father has been working in other places and hasn't come home. Whenever I look at the bright moon, I miss my father. I haven't seen him for a long time. I miss him very much. Finally today, my mother told me that my father would come back this weekend. I'm happy, but I'm also a little disappointed. My father will only come back once, but he won't stay long. He may not even be able to catch up with the Chinese New Year, have a family reunion dinner and take a family photo: Dad, when can you stop working and traveling? You don't say! Dad has to work and support this family!

I want to study hard, live up to my father's expectations, and make money when I grow up so that my parents can enjoy their happiness!

I am an ordinary person. Although I can't serve my country effectively, I believe that as long as I study hard and work hard, I will definitely let my parents live a good life!

Qiu Si Excellent Composition 15 In the twenty-second year of Zhenguan, Emperor Taizong Li Shimin died, Emperor Taizong Li Zhi succeeded to the throne, and Tian Tian gave birth to two sons. After the death of Emperor Gaozong, the two sons succeeded to the throne one after another, and Emperor Li Dan of Zong Rui gave way to Ze Tiansheng, and the dynasty changed, which was called "Wu Zhou Dynasty" in history.

After that, Tiansheng moved to Luoyang, the capital of Luoyang, and built a lot of buildings. I, Zhang Ji, followed.

Day after day, year after year. After staying in two capitals for a long time, I feel homesick. Now, the autumn wind is blowing gently, and winter is approaching, which makes me feel the touch of the scene. I miss every scenery in my hometown more than the imperial capital, which is scary every day.

In Luoyang, a city far away from home, I really want to write a letter from home and send it back to my hometown, so I work hard and sleep peacefully.

"Uncle Wang? Zhao Wei? Li Xiaoer? Huh? Where is this? " Familiar faces appeared in front of me. Ah! I see, this is my hometown! I walked on the path in my hometown and watched the villagers greet me. The so-called bureaucracy disappeared in my heart. At this moment, a voice broke the silence. "Master, master, someone is coming." That's my valet Niu Fu. Where is this? Oh, this is my home! No, exactly, it's just my post office in Beijing. I asked Niu Fu to find a messenger to send the letter back to my hometown.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, I was going to send the messenger away, but I remembered my dream last night and took back the stationery from the messenger. I'm afraid I haven't finished what I want to say!

Shi Mao wrote Qiu Si.