Excellent composition on the spot

Everyone has written a composition in study, work or life, so you must be familiar with all kinds of compositions. With the help of composition, you can vent your emotions and adjust your mood. Do you know how to write a standardized composition? The following is my excellent composition on the spot, which is for reference only and I hope it will help you.

1 After a heavy rain, the ground was still wet, and Grandpa Sun came out with a big smile on his face. Seedlings wetted by rain.

Flowers and plants are particularly energetic, and everyone is smiling. After the rain, the air is fresh, as in the past, without any pollution. Taking a deep breath will make you feel particularly comfortable. A stream of rain is flowing on the ground and the stream is jumping. Laughing and flowing away happily.

This stream has become a "happy world" for children! Ah! The beautiful scenery after the rain is like a splendid Shu brocade.

In summer, she quietly came to us. Friend, let me ask you, do you know where she is hiding?

I've seen her!

Xia, she is hiding in the pond. Listen, isn't that sweet cry the sound of summer coming? In the pond, graceful lotus flowers are like beautiful women who have just bathed. Pink jade plate is unique in style, beautiful and dignified, charming and luxurious. Against the backdrop of a pool of green, the blossoming lotus has become an absolutely beautiful beauty, which makes people feel really moved. Red carp swam by, wagging their tails, and the green waves on the water were smashed into countless pieces. In summer, she just hangs around in my heart.

Xia, she is hiding in the shower. Just now, the sky was clear in Wan Li, and in a twinkling, it was covered with dark clouds, thunder and lightning. Bang, a flash of lightning cut the cloud into countless pieces like a white sharp knife. Then, raindrops as big as beans shot down from the air like bullets. At the moment they hit the ground, the water droplets burst open and suddenly disappeared into the soil. Listen carefully, raindrops make a "crackling" sound on the crown of the tree, which reminds people of the first rock music that makes people excited and passionate. The rumble of thunder sounds like a set of drums. Several voices are mixed together, which is exciting and inspiring!

Xia, she is hiding in the Woods. The sun scorched the earth viciously, the grass withered, the flowers withered, but the forest was still full of vitality. Patches of light green turned into dark green, and dense layers of branches and leaves blocked the blazing sun, forming a rich shade and bringing coolness to people. There is always the lead singer of summer in the forest-cicada, whose voice is hoarse, but it makes her throat dry. First one sings, and the others sing in chorus. Like a tenor, I performed a symphony that belongs to summer with my life!

In summer, she hides in the country at night. In the village, in the grass, insects formed a band, and the weaver girl, crickets and unknown insects began to sing in chorus, with high and low tones and melodious voices; Affectionate fireflies also carry lanterns to join in the fun; People have moved out of benches and chairs, or on the bridge or in the yard, enjoying the coolness after the summer heat subsides. In the milky moonlight, several families often get together and don't know what to talk about. The wind, from time to time blowing bursts of laughter, listen, the moon smiled and bent her eyebrows.

I love Xia, her romance and her passion. She is full of energy and gives me strength and courage!

Friend, let me ask you, do you know where Xia is hiding?

She is hidden in my heart!

When I get up in the morning, I habitually open the curtains, and the warm sunshine shines on my body, as if I had a "golden" hot bath. I suddenly felt refreshed and drove away all my sleepiness.

Looking up, the endless sky is lovely. At this moment, the blue sky is like a child who steals a cake, and it is suddenly discovered by others, because there is still white "cream" on his face that has not been wiped off in time, but the laughing child himself is unaware of it.

Clouds have different shapes and are changeable. One of them looks like a cloud in the TV series to the sky kingdom. The sky is like a heavenly palace, majestic and strange. After a while, the cloud turned into a big stone lion with a big mouth open at the entrance of the hotel, but before long, the cloud became an inflatable castle that children liked to play with. Gradually, the clouds in the shape of inflatable castles disappeared with the wind and became blurred until they disappeared without a trace. This strange change is really beautiful and dizzying.

In front of the building is a maple tree, which is about two stories high. The maple leaves on the branches are glowing red. Although the tip of the leaf was yellow, there was not even a drop of water, but it persisted and tried not to fall. If there is a gust of wind, it is bound to fall. This process is like an old man shivering in the wind. Maple leaves are different from spring and summer at this time. Maple leaves go from light green in spring to dark green in summer, to yellow in autumn, and then from yellow to orange, from orange to purple, from purple to crimson. With the change of color, maple leaves gradually lose their vitality. Suddenly, a rustle interrupted my thoughts. The wind shook the branches and the leaves whirled down.

On the gravel road, the hard sanitation workers swept up with brooms. They first sweep the fallen leaves scattered all over the floor into piles, then put the piles of fallen leaves into plastic bags, and then put the remaining leaves into the trash can when the bags are full. After a few minutes, the wind speed seems to drop slightly, and the fallen leaves on the trees can't wait for the sanitation workers to rest, so they can't wait to fall. Oh, my God, is it raining, or is it a deciduous marathon?

As the wind speed slowed down completely, the yard suddenly became lively. There are old people who come out for a walk and exercise wrapped in scarves, middle-aged people who are going to the vegetable market with shopping bags, and children who are held by their parents and don't want to stay at home early in the morning. They move the picture in front of them. Those fallen leaves that have been forgotten by sanitation workers and haven't had time to be thoroughly cleaned are trampled under the feet of pedestrians on the gravel road, making a "squeaky" sound and becoming a tune and a wonderful symphony.

It's like this in the morning. The window is like a TV set. Everything that happens outside the window is a program I can't get tired of watching.

On-site Excellent Composition 4 After school on Friday afternoon, my mother and I came to the home of teacher Tong, a little writer on the peninsula, for a composition class.

As soon as I entered the office door, a golden light came at me through the glass. The afterglow of the sunset caressed my face with a hint of warmth. I was inspired and suggested to Mr. Tong: "Teacher, let's watch the sunset together!" The teacher smiled and agreed. We moved two armchairs and sat by the window, enjoying the sunset in early winter in this island city.

The sunset at four o'clock in the afternoon is not as shy as when you get up in the morning, nor as arrogant as when you get up at noon. It is now like a big bottle cap, with orange-yellow edges and a little red, with a faint white inside. I remember the sunrise I saw at five o'clock in the morning, climbing slowly from the sea to the sky, with a red face like a shy doll. The sunset at this time is like an old man who has lost his color and pale face and entered his twilight years. Although he has lost his rosy and healthy youth, he still stubbornly refuses to leave, as if expecting a long-lost farewell.

In a short time, the white light of the setting sun began to weaken, and it was no longer so dazzling, like a shelled boiled egg, emitting a little white luster. Slowly, the sunset began to fall feebly, as if a pair of mysterious hands were dragging it down in the distance, and this white "egg" was like being bitten by a naughty child, leaving only a small yolk, and a wisp of rose in the tender yellow was refreshing.

In a blink of an eye, the sunset is only 30 cm away from the tall building, and it will be slowly "eaten" by the tall building. Its brilliance is weaker, its halo is mixed with yellow, and there is a bright sunset around it. There is a brilliant purple in the orange. It seems to be asking God to give it more time, and it also seems to be asking architecture to give it another life. It is really "to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night".

The sunset is still setting a little. It seems that there is no way to return to heaven, and we can only accept the fate that has passed away. "Look, what's that?" The teacher exclaimed, and I followed the teacher's hand and looked at it carefully. It turned out that the sunset accidentally touched the sharp weapon of the building-the lightning rod. Suddenly, it seemed to be pierced from the middle of the body by an embroidery needle, and the body was dyed red with blood. In a short time, the sunset seemed to be "caught" by the building and "swallowed up" bit by bit. In a flash, it was only a quarter, and the rest was like a hand waving goodbye to everything on earth.

After a while, the sunset disappeared, leaving only the sunset glow in the shape of a candle. Finally, the candle went out and the seven-color brocade sunset disappeared.

In the distance, the flowers and trees in the tall buildings are shaking and rustling in the night wind. Are they playing farewell songs for the sunset?

As for me, how can I tell the sunset? There is a poem floating in my mind, lyrical and romantic. Oh, that's it Hush, listen, Xu Zhimo's Farewell to Cambridge: I left quietly, just as I came quietly; I waved my sleeve without taking away a cloud.

On the seventh day of this year, it was raining outside Mao Mao, so I had to go to the Science and Technology Museum. When I got there, I was told to close the museum and was rejected. The original happy mood suddenly disappeared. Later, my mother suggested climbing mountains to get some fresh air. I don't want to go. I can't be dragged by my mother.

We started from the southwest entrance, where there were many plum blossoms, which were particularly beautiful in the rain. My mother took pictures.

Not long after climbing, I saw an old house. My mother said it was Jishan Academy. In ancient times, people studied in it. The house is not as big as our school, but it is quiet.

We climbed another road and saw an antique pavilion. It was raining heavily at this time, so we took shelter in the pavilion. The rain has stopped. Let's keep walking. Soon we saw a tall tower, Shaoxing's famous pen tower. There are many literary champions and martial arts champions in the writing building. It turns out that Shaoxing has many champions. When we climbed to the top floor, these houses looked so small from a distance. Very good!

I didn't feel happy just now. Climbing Mount Ji in the rain is also good. The air is good and the scenery is beautiful. The most beautiful scenery is around us!

You stole my kettle from my book and I picked it up. "This kettle is very valuable, so I fell off a little paint. I will definitely be scolded when I go back. " Just as I was stroking the kettle, a red fallen leaf left the embrace of the mother tree and fell to the ground. I looked at the ground and found that the road surface had turned into a red sea.

I looked up at the tree again. I found that the leaves of big trees are no longer green leaves. A silky breeze blew, and the leaves of Huang Chengcheng fell down again, just like a butterfly with broken wings throwing a beautiful arc with its last strength.

I picked up a fallen leaf and studied it carefully. It feels crisp and smells fresh.

As soon as I saw that it was getting late, I put on my schoolbag and walked home.

When I got home, I asked my grandmother, "Grandma, I finally went back to my hometown. Can you take me to see the fields in autumn? " Grandma smiled and said, "Good!" When I came to the field, I found that the whole field was golden, like a huge carpet, and every rice shrugged its head, as if reflecting.

I went back to my hometown and compared it with Dongguan. I still can't figure out why Dongguan is like summer all year round!

Some people like summer rain, some people like autumn rain, some people like winter snow, but I like spring rain. Because spring rain is as expensive as oil, it is particularly artistic.

I like spring rain, the appearance of spring rain makes people love, and the drizzle like cow hair can penetrate people. The spring rain is very soft, and the raindrops are not itchy, unlike the summer storm. The poem says, "But now I think of that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers I broke." Spring rain is not only delicate and gentle, but also moistens everything. As long as it passes by, those flowers and plants will be full of vitality, and a "rainbow bridge" will rise from the ground. How wonderful!

The beautiful scenery in the rain is more beautiful, such as the small fish in the pond. When it rains, they all lean out their heads and open their mouths, as if to say, "It's raining! It is raining! Come and play together! " Look, they are swimming around. How lovely! There are willows. When the wind blows, the rain falls on the willows. It looks like a young girl, comb her hair! This is why I like spring rain.

Spring rain, I want to thank you, you have brought vitality to all life in nature! I want to learn from your great and selfless spirit. I love you, Chunyu!

I'm in the flower sea in Hunan, looking from a distance, what a charming scenery …

First, what you see is a rose. There are all kinds of colors: red as fire, blushing as powder, and clean as white ... However, no matter which flower, it has its own unique posture: some are still awake, some are "isolated in roses", and some bow their heads shyly ... What a beautiful scenery!

Secondly, it is pure daffodil. The smell of so many daffodils really makes people fly. The petals of daffodils are so white that you can't see a trace of dust, like a beautiful angel!

Followed by daffodils, is a lovely rose!

Among the roses, the most dazzling is the fluffy stamens. Stamens are bright yellow, and several poles stand in the middle of them. When the wind blows, the pollen drifts away, making people feel like they are in a fairyland. ...

Unfortunately, at night, it was dark and I couldn't see anything. I was a little disappointed!

I have always been cheerful and lively, but recently I was ruined by some small things. I sat by the window doing my homework. Inadvertently looked out of the window and saw the scenery outside.

It began to rain outside the window, like a good friend comforting me. At this moment, I feel that my troubles have been forgotten. Where will these raindrops fall? Oh, it turned out that he wanted to fall on the grass, on the hair of pedestrians without umbrellas, and on the lotus beside the pond. Ah, how naughty!

Maybe I have a bad temper, and I started to get angry when I heard my voice. From drizzle to downpour, hitting the grass, the grass couldn't help bending down and getting wet with the hair of pedestrians without umbrellas. Hair fell wet on the lotus, and the petals of the lotus fell off. He became a naughty and lovely troublemaker again. It's really sweet. It's no longer noisy, but it rains in Mao Mao. I know it's going home, and Yun Yun's mother is calling it!

The rain stopped and my bad mood disappeared. Should I thank it? Because of it, I can finally do my homework with peace of mind.

10 drizzle, sunrise, flowers ... all the natural scenery makes me linger. But I think the sunset is the most beautiful scenery.

The setting sun hung in mid-air and gave off dazzling light. Gradually, the sunset stayed on the other side of the mountain, as if it had stopped under the support of the mountain. The earth turned red, like many rose wines.

The setting sun shines like a drunkard, making the group of its followers, the cloud, turn into gold, as if the whole body was stained with gold from Huang Chengcheng. The sun shone obliquely on the river, and the river turned golden in an instant. The distant mountain has also become a golden mountain; The nearby trees have also become golden trees ... Jinshan, Jinshui and Jinyun. Isn't this the paradise people yearn for?

Suddenly, the sunset hid in the mountains when people were not paying attention, like a shy little girl who was afraid to come out and looked at the earth reluctantly. Gradually, there are only faint roses left in the mountain. After a while, it slowly disappeared.

And I still sat there, staring at the mountain where I left it, reluctant to go back.

I took a nap at 1 1. I plan to exercise after getting up, but the sound of rain tells me that it's raining and I can't go anywhere. Luckily, I turned on the alarm clock in case I overslept.

I opened the window and saw the rain beam flying obliquely outside, pedestrians coming and going downstairs, and flowers still blooming on the opposite roof. The sky is not gloomy enough to make people feel depressed. Although some pedestrians are not sheltered by umbrellas, they walk calmly.

I think, on such a day, if there is nothing urgent, it is most suitable for sleeping in a daze. When it rains, I like to look out of the window occasionally, because when I open the window at this time, there is no such heavy dust, and the world seems to have been washed by rain. Although the cars coming and going are very noisy, they are covered up by the sound of rain hitting the canopy, which makes them look less annoying. My heart gradually calmed down. I was no longer in a hurry to do anything, just breathing fresh air at will and watching busy people come and go in my world.

I suddenly remembered that poem: you stand on the bridge and watch the scenery, and the people watching the scenery are watching you upstairs.

Today, I feel very bored. There was no wind, the trees did not move, the water in the river stopped flowing, and the earth fell asleep. Blame the air, because it feels tired from work and needs a good rest, so it asks for leave from the earth. So I lay lazily on the ground and fell asleep motionless. Now, the air is frozen, which makes people feel uncomfortable. It's hard to breathe.

Suddenly, there was a beautiful and elegant song in my ear. The trees are dancing. They all performed wonderful programs. The wind is the viewer, they beat each other and the leaves float with them. These performers are great! Sasha Vujacic is like a rhythmic ballad. These musicians are unparalleled because their music is more beautiful and intoxicating than all the music in the world!

Then, the wind plunges into the embrace of the sea, plays with it, and makes the waves surge, worship and be magnificent. That kind of heroic momentum really makes people tremble all over. You can hear it clearly when you cover your ears. The rumbling sound of water is Malik Pentium, which shocked mountains, houses, crops and so on. It is really a landslide! Haha, look-the river is not worse than them. What a crisp song "Ding Dong Ding Dong" is! The river seems to say, "don't ignore me, in fact, I'm not bad." ......

Slowly, the sun was covered by the accumulated dark clouds, and the light dimmed. Grandpa Sun must have accidentally knocked over the ink bottle, so the sky was stained with black. Suddenly, a flashing line was drawn in the sky. This should be Grandpa Lightning's "masterpiece". He should be studying painting. Later, there was deafening thunder. My father-in-law, Lei Lian, criticized Grandpa Lightning several times. The reason why he was furious was that Grandpa Lightning's work was unqualified and should not be shown to the world. But my father-in-law is so angry that reprimanding is scratching, which is more fierce than firecrackers! It didn't take long for God to receive a timely task, splashing water on the earth in a hurry and pouring it desperately. "Tick-tock", "knock-tock" and "hurry" ... The rain is big and small, thick and fine, just like a naughty child, always playing tricks on people, and the sound of rain is even more wonderful, changeable and not monotonous at all. Sometimes it's like the waves rolling, sometimes it's like a band playing a romantic ditty, and sometimes the rain sounds like a child crying ... The rain hits the ground and splashes countless blisters the size of soybeans, and the wildflowers on the roadside sway in the wind and rain. ......

Unconsciously, the rain stopped. The earth was calm again, and people came out for a walk happily. The "pearls" on the flowers could not help flowing down, the rooster crowed proudly, and the frog's laughter came from time to time on the ridge. ......

13 The rain in early summer not only comes suddenly and violently, but also seems to fall from the sky, and the rain is closely connected, like spraying the ground with a watering can, but there is amazing water in the watering can.

I rode my bike with an umbrella on my way to cram school, but my hands were cold in the rain and I was wet for more than half. My clothes stick to me and make me feel uncomfortable. I don't want to complain about it But riding in the rain, I saw some scenes. Suddenly, besides complaining about the weather, I was moved.

Lens one

There are many cars on the road, but the traffic lights at the intersection are broken, and the traffic seems to be a bit chaotic. At this time, a traffic police uncle, wearing a raincoat, stood in the middle of the intersection, calmly directing the passing vehicles, unable to see his face clearly and saw the rain dripping down their hair and cheeks. He completely ignored it and stood in the middle of the road, calmly directing the horn.

Lens 2

The wheels are turning and I'm panting. The sidewalk in front is covered with water for more than three meters, and the deepest part has not seen the lower tire of the bicycle wheel. Two sanitation workers in orange sanitation suits rolled up their trouser legs and stepped into the water that flooded their ankles. Holding the tools, I am struggling to open the leaking lid on the roadside to drain water. Maybe I used too much force. A man fell, he got up, they started to pry together again, and finally succeeded. Then, hand in hand, they walked to the next drain and walked in the rain. They walked hard, but the oranges swaying in the rain were awe-inspiring.

Lens 3

The road ahead is getting blurred. Seeing the alley in front, it was time to turn, but I kept going without slowing down. Suddenly caught off guard, I was already "upset", mumbling and feeling sorry for myself. I watched the little boy who collided with me fall to the ground, but he got up before me and came to my side, holding out his lovely little hand. After helping me up, what I didn't expect was his sentence "Are you hurt?" It is this ordinary sentence that deeply touched me. "The rainy road is slippery, all blame me for riding too fast. Sorry! " I looked at this little boy about my age, and there was an unknown emotion in my heart. It is a warm feeling, and it is a very special feeling. I got on my bike again, looked at each other for a while, and then disappeared into the rain.

At this moment, the rain has not stopped, but the sun in my heart has emerged and filled my heart with sunshine. I think I have found my goal and direction.

Suddenly I feel that the rain in early summer is so cold; The air is so fresh. ...

The wind blew all day and it was cold. The golden leaves on the buttonwood slowly fall with the autumn wind, drawing a beautiful arc in the air, like dancers dancing in the air! In the middle of the night, the falling rain outside the window came into my sweet dream.

The next morning, the rain stopped and it was cloudy. Roads, gravel roads and asphalt roads are all rain. I walked slowly and came to the Woods unconsciously. The young trees are very Lin Jing, and occasionally a few birds sing, which adds a little joy to this beautiful Lin Qiu.

A few yellow leaves hung on the branches, and with the gentle touch of autumn wind, a few drops of crystal water oozed from the tip of the leaf from time to time. The branches soaked by the rain hung down.

Excellent composition 15 "mom, I haven't bought a diary yet, so I can't finish my homework." Early in the morning, I urged my mother to buy me a diary. Mother said, "OK, let's go." I sat in the back seat of my mother's bike and saw pedestrians smiling on the road. Although the weather is very cold, people still walk leisurely, because today is a rest day.

When I arrived at the store, I asked my assistant aunt, "Is there a diary for primary school students here?" Aunt said, "There is only one book left." I thought to myself, "What a coincidence today!" Just urge mom to give money quickly. Suddenly, I saw all the pedestrians on the road riding their bicycles quickly, as if they were caught in a tornado. I ran out strangely and saw it was raining. When it rains, people's faces are so funny. The carefree and smiling expression just now has all flown to the outside of the cloud nine. Some people hold their shoulders up, some people shrink their heads, some people seem to shrink the whole person into their clothes, some people frown, and some people squeeze the wrinkles on their faces together, as if they can squeeze out raindrops. Of course, my mother and I hurried home, and I think the expressions on our faces must be funny, too.