The topic of primary school students' composition is what I like.

I, like spring. I like walking alone on that path in my hometown. Morning glory is like a small trumpet, singing diligently all the way. I like to close my eyes and listen to the birds singing on the branches.

I like summer. I like summer mornings. When Uncle Rooster woke up from the foot of the Western Mountain, people began a busy day. I also like summer nights, and I like to look up at the boundless Tianhe alone.

I, like autumn. I like the beautiful scene of autumn harvest. I like walking through an orchard full of apples with my brother. Red apples are covered with branches, showing off their charming posture to passers-by.

I like winter. I like to watch goose feather and heavy snow in winter. I like the strong plum blossoms in winter, and I like their cold spirit.

I, like trees. Like many kinds of trees. I like colorful willows and evergreen pine trees. I prefer the mangrove forests that are dedicated silently.

I, like reading. I like reading many kinds of books. Especially books about knowledge. I like to sit quietly in my room and gain knowledge.

I, like to laugh. I like to smile at my father and mother. I like to smile at teachers, and I also like to smile at my classmates, so that they can share my happiness.

I, like life, like life bit by bit. I prefer to be filled with so many likes!

I like reading, just as I like all kinds of sweet and delicious food. Reading not only enriches my knowledge, broadens my horizons, but also brings me a lot of happiness. I remember when I was very young, my mother would always read me a story book every night to put me to sleep. I learned about the Monkey King, lazy pig, beautiful and kind Snow White and smart and lovely little red riding hood ... At that time, I always tried my best to pester my mother to read to me as much as possible, but my mother always ignored any of my requests after 9: 001,so I had to lie in bed and pretend to sleep, while recalling the stories in my head, unconsciously. I sometimes write good words and sentences in books as my reading notes. Later, my mother bought me a 200-word composition, a 400-word composition and a picture composition in order to let me learn writing better. Slowly, I became less afraid of writing, and sometimes I could write some good sentences. Reading has benefited me a lot!

I like spring. I like spring.

I like walking alone on that path in my hometown.

Morning glory is like a small trumpet, singing diligently all the way.

I like to close my eyes and listen to the birds singing on the branches.

I like summer.

I like summer mornings. When Uncle Rooster woke up from the foot of the Western Mountain, people began a busy day.

I also like summer nights, and I like to look up at the boundless Tianhe alone.

I, like autumn.

I like the beautiful scene of autumn harvest.

I like walking through an orchard full of apples with my brother.

Red apples are covered with branches, showing off their charming posture to passers-by.

I like winter.

I like to watch goose feather and heavy snow in winter.

I like the strong plum blossoms in winter, and I like their cold spirit.

I, like trees.

Like many kinds of trees.

I like colorful willows and evergreen pine trees.

I prefer the mangrove forests that are dedicated silently.

I, like reading.

I like reading many kinds of books.

Especially books about knowledge.

I like to sit quietly in my room and gain knowledge.

I, like to laugh.

I like to smile at my father and mother.

I like to smile at teachers, and I also like to smile at my classmates, so that they can share my happiness.

I, like life, like life bit by bit.

I prefer to be filled with so many likes!

What do I like about primary school students' compositions? The starting point and the ending point are on the horizon.

Whenever a painting is completed and full of yearning for the future, sweet feelings can be seen everywhere in the street.

I also like painting.

Pick up the brush in your hand and draw bright flowers, golden sun and ice silk, which is cool and comfortable.

I like mountains.

Like a giant mountain, I like life after storms; I like my peers all over the country. Grass and flowers, where there are new green leaves, are like loving mothers touching me with their hands.

When the wind blows, he looks like a strong young man with a firm will.

Sitting in the yard in the silent night, looking up at the starry sky, the bright moon in the blue-black night curtain, Huang Cancan's, painting the beauty of life? I like Yuan Ye in winter, the white world.

In winter, both Yuan Ye and Ma Pingchuan are white. Take a look.

I like the river in summer, which is graceful and touching under the shade, very kind and warm, and passes through several white clouds.

Looking down at the verdant grass that just broke ground, the bright red color of Huang Chengcheng is pleasing to the eye.

The shadows of trees cast a bright dark blue on the sparkling river ... birds are singing up and down. I like Mid-Autumn Festival.

Have dinner with my family, taste moon cakes and enjoy the moon. The whole family is talking and laughing while eating and playing. In short, it's beautiful.

I don't know who detonated who.

When the wind gently brushed my cheek, I laughed so happily.

I like the beautiful starry sky, which is very interesting.

The family is together, growing up slowly in the rain, and the lovely little star is shining with big eyes.

I like friends I've never met, looking up at tall trees, strong and full of rain, like countless dazzling gems.

I like the golden red leaves in autumn.

In the park, motionless.

I like the wind, the twinkling stars are scattered all over the sky, and there is no margin at all. Only where it meets the sky, the water shines in the sun, and rivers and green trees open their eyes.

I like the hardworking and practical farmer uncle who faces the loess and faces the sky; Aunt salesgirl who likes to serve people; And a police uncle who likes to kill people.

I also want to praise it, the old leaves that have not fallen, the mountains that never fall in the heat. I like it. I like walking in the spring rain, the wonderful world, the cool raindrops hitting my face, and I feel a sense of accomplishment in my heart.

I like nature. ...

My favorite season is not budding spring, not intense summer, but comfortable and quiet autumn and winter.

Of course, I feel like autumn and winter. Autumn and winter are quiet and beautiful, but they don't mean dying.

In autumn and winter, the grass sleeps, the trees undress, and only the pine and cypress are still tall and straight.

The rain in autumn is not too heavy. When Grandma Feng came to see us with Rain Girl, it was like singing a quiet lullaby to the plants.

Autumn has come, the leaves are yellow and fallen, which seems to be a kind of aging, bringing a little coolness to people's hearts, but it is not.

In my mind, colorful butterflies have been replaced by yellow leaves. This butterfly is very active, with yellow, green and semi-yellow and semi-green colors.

Yellow leaves fell to the ground, and the ground was covered with a thick carpet. When the playmates stepped on it, they clicked. The sound blended with their partners' laughter, adding a touch of interest to autumn.

Autumn is also a harmonious harvest season.

In autumn, the orchard is filled with the fragrance of fruits, people hold ladders to pick fruits, and the harvested fruits and people's smiling faces are merged again.

In the market, people are happily choosing all kinds of fruits and vegetables.

I like autumn and winter, and I love its tranquility and softness! I like autumn, please read the article Autumn (Prose). Spring, spring, spring, willow flowers are new, plum powder is planted, birds are singing in the north, and Yan language is adjacent to the south; In the suburbs, BMW gallops, and purple and stranger are connected. How many people in Chengdu enjoy the flowers at the Dongge Gongzi Banquet? "This is an ancient poem about spring.

It is said that spring is beautiful, and it is indeed beautiful, because it is the new green that has just sprouted in spring, the state of mind when the grass turns yellow and white, the freshness of mood change, and the obvious contrast with the past.

But a closer look shows that there are rotten dead leaves and yellow sand not covered by shallow grass under the bonus, and some dead leaves are still hanging on the dead branches, setting off some newly sprouted buds.

If the spring breeze is weak, it is difficult for the mountains and rivers to be completely green.

But its beauty lies in tenderness, novelty and infinite vitality.

After a long journey.

The mountains are mature, and the land is mature. After the gestation of winter, a mature autumn has been smelted in spring and summer.

Crops cover the earth, and the forest full of fruits is green, red and gold. This is a fiery red, golden and picturesque autumn.

Autumn is extremely beautiful. Autumn should be the most beautiful and brilliant of the four seasons, at least I think so.

Driving through the endless North China Plain, the towering Yanshan Mountains, the blue sky, white clouds and green fields, everything is so comfortable and beautiful.

Look at the distant mountains, such as Dai, and the red, yellow and green colors of the nearby mountains are so rich, so tall and straight, so straight into the sky.

The color of that place is also so thorough and boundless, until the horizon gradually blends with the blue sky, almost blending your body and mind into nature.

You must like Van Gogh's paintings very much, right? This season is like Van Gogh painting mountains and rivers with a brush and using strong and heavy oil paints.

Suddenly, I saw the essence of a transparent, brilliant and energetic life. It was so warm and energetic.

Autumn is so beautiful and intoxicating.

Autumn is beautiful, but for those who are easily sad, there is a sense of suffocation.

Now I can recite the primary school text: "Autumn is coming, the weather is cold, and a flock of geese fly to men." .

"The author used a series of" music ",which means that beauty is gone and spring is gone.

Therefore, many people are not very willing to appreciate autumn colors, especially the elderly.

Because autumn represents the season when human beings get old.

Humans are divided into spring, summer and autumn. I don't write about winter, because winter is the end of life and the last breath before death.

Spring is a tender childhood, summer is a young and energetic person, and autumn is the age to work hard for hard work and family chores, with the power of frosting and injury. This should be a harvest season.

But from ancient times to the present, in the eyes of literati, it is the emotion of "persisting in sadness and falling in love with the building, saying that it is cool and good autumn".

Yes, a short life has passed for another year. In the eyes of the elderly, the years have passed and there are not many days to come.

It is inevitable that some people are pessimistic, and some people hate this splendid season.

Beauty is beauty after all, and it is also true for people.

You have experienced ups and downs in life, and bumpy experiences mean maturity.

It also means that understanding of life and the world can be understood in chaos.

In fact, because of the change of the world, the situation has changed, and it has not hindered its brilliant existence.

And you have accumulated rich experience and experience, you can still fly a few times in your later years to show your strength.

As the poet "Liu Zheng" wrote, "I don't believe that life is really easy to get old. The sky is gray, and a falcon is flying high, carrying the sunset.

"Childhood is beautiful, young people are full of vigor and vitality, and old age should be a brilliant life full of artistic interest, life interest and colorful.

Spring is beautiful, summer is beautiful, and autumn is more beautiful and colorful.

Autumn language (five chapters of prose poems) Autumn loves to walk on the edge of autumn, and from time to time, I see a strict array looking for a cloud stack and write a golden poem; On golden days, cotton shows white clouds and soybeans ring bells, especially in endless fields. Rice waves, like the long hair of a mature girl, can't hide the happy smile that is about to get married.

Aunt's sickle kissed it, and uncle's big brother's cereal bucket also reveled with it.

On the ridge, the * * * of the packhorse bent people's eyebrows and filled their granaries.

Pick up a millet and put it in the palm of your hand, look at the color of autumn and taste the loyalty of the land.

Not only the land in autumn, but also the satisfaction after maturity. Of course, there is also the expectation of eager cultivation and sowing.

-In the golden autumn, all life has found a new proposition.

A ray of sunshine; Golden wind; A drop of autumn rain; ..... constitutes a charming background in the countryside.

In this charming background, I don't want to be intoxicated; I resolutely walked out of the edge of autumn to look forward to the vitality of the earth once again after it was white, and then read the most pleasant realm. Autumn chrysanthemum invisible autumn wind swept the pot of wild chrysanthemum in front of the window and gave me a cold bath: the season has changed, do you know? Pushing open the window, the birch leaves are shaking.

Think of the first blooming wild chrysanthemum in autumn (just outside my window), swaying light and shadow, giving pedestrians a long season of softness and smile; Ah, Zhu, how can I bear to see it? ...

I like spring. I like spring.

I like walking alone on that path in my hometown.

Morning glory is like a small trumpet, singing diligently all the way.

I like to close my eyes and listen to the birds singing on the branches.

I like summer.

I like summer mornings. When Uncle Rooster woke up from the foot of the Western Mountain, people began a busy day.

I also like summer nights, and I like to look up at the boundless Tianhe alone.

I, like autumn.

I like the beautiful scene of autumn harvest.

I like walking through an orchard full of apples with my brother.

Red apples are covered with branches, showing off their charming posture to passers-by.

I like winter.

I like to watch goose feather and heavy snow in winter.

I like the strong plum blossoms in winter, and I like their cold spirit.

I, like trees.

Like many kinds of trees.

I like colorful willows and evergreen pine trees.

I prefer the mangrove forests that are dedicated silently.

I, like reading.

I like reading many kinds of books.

Especially books about knowledge.

I like to sit quietly in my room and gain knowledge.

I, like to laugh.

I like to smile at my father and mother.

I like to smile at teachers, and I also like to smile at my classmates, so that they can share my happiness.

I, like life, like life bit by bit.

I prefer to be filled with so many likes! ...

How to write my favorite color in the composition of primary school students? Some people like blue because it symbolizes the ocean and the blue sky. Some people like white because it symbolizes snowflakes and angels; My favorite color is red.

My favorite color is red, because it represents auspiciousness and celebration.

When the New Year comes, every user will put up red couplets and hang up red lanterns.

Some people even put on red Tang suits.

Look, it makes everyone laugh.

Although it is festive, it also has solemn moments.

When you violate traffic regulations, they will block you on the side of the road and call the police to help you correct your mistakes.

At this point, it is a majestic marshal.

Red is also respectable. Look, the national flag, party flag and the red scarf are all depicted by it. Moreover, when it is a red scarf, young pioneers wear it on their chests, love it and respect it, because it is a corner of the red flag, dyed red with blood.

It watches people everywhere at the same time every day, making students study hard, adults work hard and everyone contributes to society.

This is red, bright, festive and hot, solemn red.

What do I like? More than 400 words. In this world, books are like stars in the sky, countless! I love the starry sky! I like reading and writing 400 words. Good books are the nourishment of the whole world.

The great poet Du Fu said: "Reading is like breaking ten thousand volumes, and writing is like being divine.

These famous sayings about reading always inspire me.

Because my parents didn't want to study since I was a child, they pinned all their hopes on me and decided to train me to study hard.

Mom and dad go to work together during the day, and no matter how tired they are when they come back at night, they will take out books or newspapers and read them under the lamp at night.

My parents' interest in reading infected me.

Therefore, I also take out an extra-curricular book from time to time to read.

In order to let me learn more knowledge, my mother bought me a new set of "100,000 Why".

When I have a general understanding of the contents of this set of books, I feel that a good book contains a lot of rich knowledge.

Reading a good book is to cross time and space and talk with wise and noble people.

What a wonderful thing it is! In order to study, I also made a joke.

Once, my mother asked me to buy salt, and I didn't forget to bring a book when I left.

On the way, I was fascinated by it. Just as I was reading it with relish, suddenly a car flute startled me and all the books fell to the ground! I took a look, and it turned out that I had crossed the road and was so absorbed in reading that I forgot to observe the passing cars. Fortunately, the driver was very alert, which saved me from being hit.

The driver scolded me angrily, and I said "sorry" several times.

When I got home, my mother and I told the whole story. My mother taught me a lesson and asked me, "Where's the salt?" Only then did I realize that I had forgotten to buy salt.

Successful people all over the world like reading and are good at absorbing knowledge from books, so they have embarked on the road to success. Let's form a good habit of reading and stay with good books all our lives! Reading is really beautiful.

I love reading!

How to write my favorite plants in the primary school composition "My Favorite Flowers" depends on a few Chinese rose flowers.

My family used to have a pot of Chinese rose.

The leaves of Chinese rose flowers are bright red when they first grow, and the edges are serrated. At that time, when you touched them, they wouldn't prick your hand. When the leaves grow green, the sawtooth on the edge will prick your hand.

Look carefully, there is only one leaf in the branch forging, and the rest are opposite. They are like lovely twins.

The colors of Chinese rose are pink, crimson, orange and silvery white, and roses are colorful and beautiful.

Flowers are full of smiling faces, some two or three petals are in bud, and some are just flowers.

At first, the outermost petals spread outward, and finally the whole rose bloomed.

This flower is pink, like a girl in a pink wedding dress.

Under the sunshine, the green leaf safflower dances like a pink butterfly flapping its wings in the breeze.

I put my nose close to the flowers, and the fragrance came to my nose. I smelled it carefully, and the flowers also smelled as sweet as honey.

The flowering period of Chinese rose is very long, and it can bloom all year round and every month, so people call it "Chinese rose".

It is not only beautiful in flowers and tastes, but also full of vitality.

Whether it is planted in a flowerpot or grown on the roadside, it can grow tenaciously in severe winter or hot summer, showing people its strong vitality.

Rose, you are fragrant, beautiful and tenacious. I like you! My favorite rose composition is 400 words, and my primary school composition is 400 words: my favorite rose, my favorite rose Lv Yixing, Dongfeng Primary School Class 5, and my favorite plant is rose. My favorite flower is the delicate Chinese rose. Chinese rose flowers bloom all year round, and there are some serrations on the slender stems. I think this should be the sharp weapon of Chinese rose, and the green leaves are always there. Rhododendron with a layer of petals is my favorite flower. Being with you fascinates me. Chapter 6: I like Chinese rose. Although the color is so pure, there is no noise. I like Chinese rose. The drizzle seems to cover the rose.

Who has: My favorite sentence in primary school composition. My favorite sentence has been told to me by countless people since I was a child. My favorite sentence is: "Xinyue, you are so humorous!" "I remember one Sunday, I went to the teacher's house to practice the piano. The teacher is very unhappy. He let me play for a while as soon as it was dawn.

The teacher told the dancers to be careful. I thought someone was calling me, so I ran to the door, came in, made a gesture and replied, "Madam Wang, there are pavilions, people, flowers and so on. Outside, please give me instructions! " When the teacher saw my serious appearance, he immediately smiled and said, "Xinyue, you are so humorous.

"I am very happy and excited to be a teacher's pistachio.

Another time, my aunt was at work, and someone kept urging her to hurry up. After repeated urging, my aunt couldn't stand it anymore and said, "You are so annoying!" " "Seeing that my aunt was angry, I quickly picked up a gouache and drew a picture of the man on it, and modified it: he was tied to a chair, with many stars painted on his face and a long beard like a cat.

Aunt's work is over, it's time to go home. I said my aunt gave you a present. When she saw the man in my revised painting, she smiled and said, "Xinyue, you are so humorous!" " I really hope "Xinyue, you are so humorous!" This sentence can accompany me to grow up, because I hope to be a happy person for more people.

My favorite voice is "wake up, baby, we're going to be late". I vaguely heard my mother's voice coming from outside the house in my dream. I rubbed my eyes, grabbed the alarm clock and looked intently. It is only six o'clock. My mother told me to get up so early, and I still won't let anyone live.

I pulled the quilt, covered my head and fell asleep again.

"Come on, get up early for breakfast. What can I do without breakfast? " Over and over again, my mother's voice exploded in my ear. All right, I give up.

"Add another coat, it's cold outside." "No, it's hot." I shouted impatiently. "Yesterday's weather forecast said that the temperature will drop today, so put it on quickly. What should I do if I catch a cold?" "* * * *" I will not do it. "My son is a good boy, and my mother will make you your favorite food ..." My mother tried her best, okay, I give up.

"Go to sleep, don't lie down and play games, it's not good for your eyes." "Go to sleep if you know." "I get angry if you don't sleep." I lost to you, mom.

Every day, I hear my mother's nagging voice, complaining voice, blaming voice and caring voice countless times.

But how can you refuse this loving voice? Love you, mom. You can use it, son.

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