He junior high school composition

In daily study, work or life, everyone has written a composition, which is a narrative method to express a theme through words after people's ideological consideration and language organization. I believe many people will find writing difficult. The following is He's composition in Grade Three, which I arranged for you. I hope it helps you.

The weather is really good, better than that in my hometown. The sun is shy, the breeze carries lotus fragrance, and the lake is cool. Rent a boat, and we'll pick lotus together. We struggled to paddle the wooden paddles and boats with our hands, spinning and wading into the lotus bushes, just like a humming song, slowly and slowly. I rowed madly into the dense lotus bushes, and I couldn't make any effort. The boat seems to be particularly attached to this lotus flower, and this flower and this lotus flower must also be attached to the friction of the lotus leaf. Like mom? Tenderness, pity, and reluctance. Or, rely on this long-lost freedom? Stealing time? We are very happy. Many times, working in vain is the greatest happiness.

There is no result, only pay, peace of mind. Lotus rises from the mud and rests as it pleases. Or leaning back or leaning, or showing or hiding. Pink and white, pure color, enough to reflect your sadness and joy and deep heart. I have never been so close to a lotus. However, I can only enjoy it secretly and dare not collect it. I really appreciate it. "You can only look at it from a distance, don't be ridiculous." So clean and elegant. I am just a muddy thing in the world, how dare I blaspheme? I don't have the courage to see it.

Because, I accidentally saw the lotus covered with dust and sludge-that is my own heart. Is it? I'm afraid of the lotus, and I'm afraid to face my true self and the real world. Am I the only one who saw it? Do people who can't see the lotus in gray have a lotus-like heart? Perhaps, habit has told them the most common lies, in front of my heart: Oh, what I saw was a Bai Lianhua jade; However, I prefer lotus-like jade. Love it, fear it and strive to be it. My ship is about to set sail, so I'll take one last look at you and root you deeply in my heart. The boat left its mother's gentle embrace and freedom. Did you only get temporary happiness? No, that's your eternal harvest. I hate to part with it, but I also have a mother, and we all long for freedom. Gratitude separation, let us know how to cherish and cherish. We really tried our best, and there was not enough time. We only picked a few small green lotus leaves. I still hesitate. Is it cruel? I have also become the murderer who strangled Xiaolian's beautiful life. This lotus is delicious and sweet. Go home.

The closer we are to home, the darker the sky is. Thick dark clouds are crushing me. Is it raining in my hometown again? I feel bad in my heart I don't know what disgusting means. I think it's time for a serious and profound review. Beg that lotus, that pure heart, let me go, forgive my ignorance, forgive me. I can always get rid of the feeling that I am not happy enough quickly. I don't know if this is good. How can I be blamed, how can I be held grudges by such a heart? It pays a delicate lotus flower, hoping to liberate me, comfort me and encourage me to become a better person to satisfy myself. I'm so worried. It was raining when I got home.

But the sun is shining in my heart, and I believe that a small lotus is about to sprout.

Fortunately, I caught a glimpse of the West Lake in early autumn. The breeze is not dry, there are few tourists, and the warm wind sets off the unfinished greenery of the lake. Everything is still full of vitality.

However, a piece of yellow has disturbed the harmony of this freehand brushwork landscape-residual lotus, decadent Tang Dynasty residual lotus. They tremble discontentedly, and the original perfect painting seems to have irreparable flaws, which is always a bit embarrassing.

With a little regret, I angrily boarded the cruise ship of the West Lake. A delicate boat, back to the depths of the West Lake, the green of the lake slowly unfolds, which is really light and enjoyable.

Suddenly, I noticed a few wisps of fragrance lingering around the tip of my nose, but I found nothing after careful identification, so I asked the boatwoman at the helm.

The bosun's voice is as beautiful as the soft waves on the lake. "Maybe you mean Lianxiang." She smiled a little. "This is a withered lotus. Their fragrance is very weak and hard to detect, but I think it's quite fresh. It seems that little brother, you are also a man of heart! "

I also looked at each other with a smile, and then I couldn't help but turn my head away. A large piece of residual lotus stands on the lake, and it is hard to think that this faint fragrance actually comes from them. They may be similar to the elderly. The older you get, the less you want, and the more abstinence you get. But it can also whitewash their drooping old age a little.

The boatwoman showed us the West Lake with her delicate hands and a simple boatman's thin pole. But the green you see is always layered, and the viewer is inevitably a little tired-the lush green is too monotonous and not so attractive.

So I turned my head to look at the withered yellow lotus. At this time, the deep yellow is no longer so abrupt, but only feels a little simple and elegant. Suddenly, I saw several boatswain's eyebrows appear between the jagged lotus leaves. Obviously, they are touching the mature lotus roots and lotus leaves.

Suddenly I feel that this is the impression of lotus in my mind.

The heavy residual load is the last chapter of summer glory. It selflessly entrusts rich fruits and roots to people, and then leaves only yellow suitable for autumn melody. In the harvest season, it always holds its head high.

It seems that I misunderstood the residual load. They are not the failure of the West Lake picture scroll, they are just relieved, realized, hastily put away the lofty prosperity before, and put away the glitz and extravagance in midsummer. Then I gave myself to everything with a humble and introspective attitude, and then silently greeted the coronation of autumn and consciously stepped off the stage. ...

Perhaps it was because I had been immersed in the residual lotus for a long time that the boatwoman suddenly smiled and said, "It's a pity that you didn't catch up with the summer. The big lotus at that time was really beautiful! "

I smiled, too, and saw that the twilight was getting thicker and the soft afterglow turned the residual lotus into a striking scarlet. This scene is indeed indistinguishable from the midsummer scenery of "the lotus leaf skirt is cut in one color and the hibiscus is open on both sides".

But I already have a winner in my heart, and now I can easily appreciate the beautiful artistic conception of "Leave the withered lotus to listen to the rain" written by Li Yishan. Who will visit the lake and enjoy the lotus in summer? Residual lotus floating, but the world is really beautiful!

May more people save the beauty of this remnant lotus. ...

Every night, the breeze is slow, and the fragrant lotus fragrance permeates the village, jumping in people's noses like summer elves, intoxicated the dreams of the whole village. So summer has become the best season in Baiyangdian-this is my charming hometown.

In the hot summer, the scorching sun, the sinister sunshine makes pedestrians have nowhere to hide. Even at home, noisy cicadas will bring you infinite impetuousness. If you push the door open at this time, your mood will be completely different. The endless lake and large green waves will fluctuate with the breeze, and several early-blooming lotus flowers will be particularly conspicuous, swaying rhythmically with the ups and downs of green waves.

The breeze started, the tall and straight poplars rustled and played music. With the cicada singing, the lake turned green and red, and a "Summer Waltz" was staged for all the audience in the lake.

The rain in early summer is oily and dense, and there is no trace of warmth in the drizzle. Take a boat, surrounded by blue waves, and drizzle hits the lotus, sketching a poetic ink painting. At this time, if you look at the distance, it is a vague green that gradually disappears into the water mist. Looking at the lotus leaf not far away, it has a unique charm: tiny raindrops break on the lotus leaf like needles, and then gather in the center to form more and more crystal pearls. These pearls happily rolled around on the lotus leaf, some of them accidentally fell into the lake, but soon another big one gathered on the lotus leaf.

Listen carefully, it is the tacit understanding between frog and cicada, the lingering entanglement between rain and lotus, and the help of wind and trees ... The lotus in rainy days is full of vitality.

With the deepening of summer, the "stage" will become more spectacular, and naturally, there will be more and more "audiences". The most eye-catching thing is the red and white of the lake. The two colors that were originally at odds are not at odds here, but complement each other. White is like a noble gentleman, red is like a shy girl, and with a little smart green, it looks perfect.

Bees buzzed, butterflies fluttered, leaves rustled, frogs croaked, and gentlemen and girls shocked people's vision and hearing.

At the end of summer, the sunshine faded and the lotus in the lake lost its vitality. When the wind blows, the petals resolutely fall into the water without a trace of regret. The golden pistil drifted away with the wind, leaving only the straight stem, which seemed extremely empty and lonely-that was the dedication of "turning into spring mud to protect flowers more", that was selfless without sharing a lot of nutrition, that was the yearning for the unruly distance, and that was immortal holiness.

Occasionally, petals mark the water-that is, insects are "rowing", but I didn't expect those fragrant and dead lotus flowers to look interesting at this time.

I haven't returned to my hometown for a long time. I wonder if the long-lost lotus is still swaying in the lake?

Summer has come quietly, all kinds of flowers in the world are competing to open, and the fragrance of flowers brings a subtle color to summer. In this beautiful summer, lotus is indispensable. The blooming of lotus flowers makes people feel the vitality and vigor of summer. Lotus is a symbol of sacredness and beauty. It is white and flawless, fragrant and natural, exquisite and pure, dignified and graceful, and makes people love it.

Lotus is not only beautiful, but also very useful. Its leaves can be used to make tea and traditional Chinese medicine, and lotus root can be eaten. Lotus seed is the best food to cool off in summer. In short, the whole body is treasure. Lotus is not as elegant as peony, nor as fragrant as plum blossom, nor as delicate as orchid. However, she exudes the fragrance of summer in obscurity and brings coolness. Ah! I love the lotus flower, its graceful posture, and its noble character of "coming out of the mud without dyeing, making waves without demon"! In midsummer, the weather is already extremely hot. Going to the countryside to find a garden, pond and shade to cool off the heat has become the main leisure way for city people in this period. On this day, some friends and I went to the lotus pond near Egan Erqi Reservoir, which is more than 30 kilometers away from the county seat. ?

It is not accurate to say that it is a lotus pond. It is formed by connecting pools. Just standing in one place and looking up, the green is overwhelming. Lotus leaf is green and lovely, like a round umbrella stretched out on the water, and like a jasper dish on the water. The breeze blows, waves of green waves roll in, and the stems are holding the flowers standing on the water and swaying happily in the wind. "After all, the scenery of the West Lake in June is not the same as that at four o'clock. The next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely bright, and the lotus flowers reflected in the sun are of different colors." I am very excited to sing Yang Wanli's lotus poem. I am about to see such a beautiful scenery on the earth! As soon as we entered Qu Yuan's windy gate, my companions and I couldn't wait to jump for joy, cross the cobblestone tree-lined path, bypass the flowerbeds with lush green grass and compete for beauty, and go straight to the lake. These poems are all about expressing the joy of lotus, which is a symbol of purity. When you are tired, you can look at the lotus, which is so cool that you can forget the pain in the world and enjoy it. Lotus flowers have different postures, some like to sleep, lying on a wide lotus leaf and falling asleep; Some bent down, as if waving to Brother Xia and saying hello to Grandpa Sun; Others stand tall and thin, as if listening to the sounds of nature.

Some petals open beautiful smiling faces, as if to tell us: "Look at my little face!" " "Some are flowers and bones. Look at those budding flowers and bones, some standing proudly on the water, some hiding under the leaves. They are all waiting patiently for the nourishment of roots and sunshine, always looking forward to the day when they get ahead. ...

I like you, lotus, pure lotus!

The lush midsummer is full of vitality. The green lotus leaf covers the whole pond, and several unbranched lotus leaf stalks are dotted with budding buds, wrapped in a cavity of jade liquid and nectar, and the pink tip has begun to break through the shackles to welcome the arrival of nature!

Booth notes

After being forced by my mother's adult to ask about the whereabouts of pocket money and losing ground, she finally extorted a confession with "unknown whereabouts" and was fined for "running out of ammunition and food". I learned from a painful experience and started my business plan. Under the meticulous and rigorous stall plan, I took advantage of online shopping and carefully selected a number of small commodities. Xiao pang, the partner, looked around for a suitable stronghold and finally turned his attention to the treasure land of leisure square. After many discussions, the booth was successfully opened in sunny August 10!

The hardest thing is that the immature face at the beginning is much worse than those vendors who have been selling around for a long time. We just sat there in obscurity, watching the endless stream of pedestrians and the clouds in the sky. Unwilling to shout at top of voice, dozens of pairs of eyes around immediately stared at me in surprise. Cross the rubicon and settle down, I sincerely welcomed a pair of children with eager eyes. Children's eyes are fixed on novelty gadgets, tearing their parents' dresses and clamoring for them. Hehe, the first business was successfully concluded under my sweet words.

Hey, hey, I don't want to brag. It will definitely launch a fierce attack on those active children or couples who hang out with their parents. The next few days will be much smoother, and with the support of kind students, business will be smooth sailing. We also let this small county town blow up a wave of lanterns and wishes in the leisure square! It was sold out in just four days. I thought I made a lot of money, and finally I got a bargain, only a small share of 20 yuan. Hey! Sincerely sigh: a sweat, a broken money is hard to come by!

Devil's summer camp

My "sinister" parents secretly reported me to a crazy English summer camp in Liyang without my knowledge. When I knew it, it was too late. I had to bite the bullet and stumble to Changsha, where I spent ten days and ten nights with bitter but rewarding time.

Summarize this summer camp in three words: "shameless". Read poor English in full view, get up the courage to read with a mocking laugh; Shouting your speech at the top of your lungs under the gaze of thousands of people; Find any student or teacher to share the text you recited that day, and then listen to other people's suggestions. ...

Under many tricky challenges, my throat was unfortunately "injured", but a minor injury could not get off the line of fire. The process is hard, but the result is beautiful: I learned the skills of learning English, learned gratitude and inheritance, learned to be open-minded, overcame my fears, and even defeated myself.

Take experience as light and dreams as water. In midsummer, the fragrance of lotus flowers is more beautiful. After the baptism of the storm, it is getting brighter and brighter!