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1. Use onomatopoeia to write a composition

Thunderstorm

In the dog days of summer, the weather changes at any time. Just now, the sun had "baked" the asphalt road, and even the air was hot. People's voices were everywhere saying "Oh! I'm so thirsty!". As soon as you step on the asphalt road, a shallow "Ouch" will be printed. footprint. A drop of sweat fell to the ground, just like being sprinkled on a hot stove. It turned into white smoke with a "sizzle" and disappeared immediately.

After a while, there was a strong wind. The wind blew "snoring" and the leaves made a "rustling" sound. Some twigs snapped with a snap. The sky suddenly turned into pitch black. Raindrops as big as peas hit the window "cracking". Lightning couldn't stand the human world, so it cut through the boundless sky with hundreds of millions of currents, as if cutting through a dark waterfall; Thunder God couldn't stand the human world either, and got furious, "rumbling" The sound resounded throughout the sky.

After the shower, everything became calm again. On the street, people are making noises, and on the branches, birds are chirping. It’s so lively!

Oh, this is a play of nature, a wonderful play!

2. Use onomatopoeia to write a composition

As soon as the hard-working father got off work, he hurried home and opened the door with a "dong dong" and got into the kitchen. The faucet "squeaked" and the basin There was a quarrel and a lot of water was released. The little green vegetables plunged into the basin and took a comfortable bath. The gas stove "cracked" and the flames came out "la la" and the oil "sizzled". Dancing, the little green vegetables jumped into the iron pot and stir-fried with a "ding-ding" sound of the shovel, like saying hello to the dear iron pot brothers. Put in the seasonings, and Dad took out the plate with a "dang-dang" and put the little green vegetables on it. When we got in, a plate of fragrant green vegetables was ready. Dad brought the small green vegetables to the dining table, and then got into the kitchen. The faucet sang a song, and a few big bones jumped into the water together. Basin, "squeaky" dad put on his gloves, reached into the basin, and washed off the blood on the bones. "Bang bang bang bang" the bones were cut into small pieces. Dad took half the pot of water and put it in On the gas stove, start burning, then put the bones in, add a few green onions, some rice wine, some salt, and some vinegar, and cook for half an hour. After half an hour, Dad opened the lid of the pot and took out the Come out, put the soup in, put it on the table, the two dishes are cooked, mother comes back, and the three of us eat together.

There are many onomatopoeias above 3. Write a composition using onomatopoeia

Songs of a Warm Home

At night, the various sounds in our home merge into one piece of music.

I don’t need a key to open the door when I go home. I like to press the doorbell lightly, listen to the ding-dong-ding-dong sound, and listen to my mother hurriedly approaching me while saying "Come on, come on!" sound.

The door creaked open, and my mother asked with concern: "Are you serious about class today?" I would always raise my little head and say proudly: "I am the best! "My mother laughed.

When mom returned to the kitchen, the sound of pots and pans rang out. They seemed like a band, singing beautifully. After a while, the delicious food was put on the table, and my mother clapped her hands vigorously and shouted: "Lazy worm, little lazy cat, come to eat!"

Dad slowly walked out of the study , said with a smile: "Thank you for your hard work, my dear wife!" I couldn't wait to knock on the bowl and pick up the big ribs.

After dinner, you can watch the news for half an hour. Of course, the crispy French fries will also watch TV with me, and let out "Gaba Gaba" laughter from time to time.

At half past seven, I started to do my homework, and the pencil started to dance "swiss--". My mother was nagging me that this word was not good-looking and that word was not correct. After I finished my homework, my mother urged me to finish my homework. I listened to English and read books...

It was nine o'clock. After the sound of washing, everything quieted down. I fell asleep. I vaguely heard my parents discussing where to go for a weekend vacation. I didn't understand it. , I fell into sleep.

Oh, how warm and happy the sounds of our home are!

Morning is a march

In the morning, the noise sounded crisply.

My mother got up gently. After the sound of water rushing to brush my teeth and wash my face, my mother started to make breakfast.

My father and I were still lying in bed. My father's nose was very sharp. After a while, he smelled a delicious smell. My father jumped up, pinched my nose and shouted, "Get up! Get up!" ”

The next thing was the sound of my father and I fighting to brush our teeth and wash our faces. He squeezed over for a while, and I squeezed over for a while.

Dad snorted down a large bowl of soy milk with a big bun in his mouth. He also teased me and muttered that he was first. I was also anxious, so I quickly picked up my schoolbag and ran out. Mom chased after me: "It's still very early, you can't be late! Bring the buns."

There were bursts of reading sounds in the campus, some like pines and waves, and some like the water of a small river. , some are like jingling silver bells.

get out of class is over, and the playground is filled with the bright laughter of children.

I like these sounds in the morning. It is a happy march. In the sound of such tunes, we gradually grow up!

(It meets the requirements for onomatopoeia composition. It is not from the wet market, but I personally think that the theme is clear, the language is vivid, and it is full of life) 4. Composition using onomatopoeia for the fourth unit of the fourth grade of primary school

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Maybe everyone thinks cooking is a headache, but today I discovered the joy of cooking.

I was walking on the way home and saw the strong wind blowing. The ground was blowing, and the leaves were rustling. As I approached the corridor, a wisp of fragrance penetrated my nostrils, and I immediately ran up with a huff. As soon as I opened the door, I saw that my mother was burning.

Here!

I saw my mother turning on the faucet, washing the meat cleanly, and placing it on the cutting board. The fat meat stood in one row and the lean meat stood in another row. When the hot pot was steaming, pour a little oil, and my mother shoveled it a few times with a shovel, and the oil spread evenly across the bottom of the pot, and as soon as the fat entered the pot , it was so hot that oil came out. When the lean meat brother laughed at the fat meat, he was also poured into the pot with a "plop". The fat meat and lean meat were rolling up and down on the spatula, and the ginger comrade was also thrown in. Then rice wine came to join in the fun, and everyone joined in to get rid of the fishy smell of fat and lean meat. Immediately, a dark lid was thrown at them, and everyone steamed in the pot together. After a while, my mother opened the lid, poured in dark soy sauce and white sugar, and the meat was dyed red, and bubbles were bubbling in the pot. 5. How to write Hello Forest

A night in the forest

Everything has calmed down, the waves of pine trees, the sweet singing of birds, the gurgling stream under the deep valley, only the night wind sometimes stirs up my dream clothes.

A wooden house in the quiet night, when I walk out the door, there is always a refreshing fragrance. The hazy starlight, the dark distant mountains, and the dark woods always arouse my endless reverie.

Mountain rhododendron, are you blooming in the dark night? Horse chestnuts, alpine figs, ligustrum, red maples, beech, tallow trees, as well as wild bananas, wild pineapples, wild lychees, as well as wild bees, butterflies, mountain dragonflies and cicadas, are you also dreaming of little dreams? ? I seemed to hear a slight noise. In this silent night, is everything growing quietly? Tomorrow morning, let us hold up the dandelion umbrella, walk to the top of the high mountain, and say hello, big forest!

On a cold night, let the bonfire warm the cabin

Bonfire, you kind friend, you man with a red face, you flash the words of Martian Zi, reflecting the red It warmed my wooden house and warmed my cold nights.

Friends, let us talk silently tonight. The cold wind and rain outside will become farther and farther away from us. Let us sip the mellow wine brewed from this wild fruit, and let the fragrance of this mellow wine slowly penetrate deeply into our souls.

When our words become lighter and lighter, when the Lin Tao coming from afar is no longer vague, let us walk through the charming red maple forest in our dreams.

The grapes deep in the three mountains

Who has ever walked through the dense trees and weeds to get here? Before me, there were so many wild grapes growing in the rocks. For years, you have been here to receive the baptism of the mountain breeze; for many years, you have been here to receive the caress of the sun.

Holding on to the cliff, your rough hands made me see blood vessels full of vitality! You are not afraid of any difficulties and obstacles, and move forward indomitably. It reminds me of the first person who entered the mountains.

Mountain grape, before the sun goes down, please give me the strength to jump to the opposite peak and follow your winding path to find the acacia forest in my dream.

Four Egrets Flying Over the Lake in the Mountains

Egrets, look at this lake deep in the mountains, amidst the green flowing water and mist like a dream. Egret, you, the holy forest fairy, stir up the warm lake water and clean your beautiful body bit by bit. I smell the fragrance of toon buds.

Egret, egret, I saw an arc of light passing over the water. It was you, flying to the swaying fir forest, flying into the whirling maple forest, flying into the tallow forest like flowing fire, flying. Fly toward the colorful clouds and fly into the far distance.

Mornings shrouded in heavy fog

In the mornings shrouded in heavy fog, every tree is wearing a hazy gauze skirt. I think of the beautiful fairies in movies and TV shows, singing and dancing, with long sleeves and soft skirts. brush.

At this time, I had climbed halfway up the mountain. A red squirrel in the woods glanced at me and fled into the cave. I sat down where it had sat.

The sun is already high, let me take a nap against this old pine tree for a while. My friend, if I fall asleep, please tug at my lapels and wake me up. I have to go around this mountain before the moon reaches its peak.

Six Oriole

Oriole, please stop at my wooden house, let us watch the morning light shining on the vast expanse of blue waves, let us listen to the wind in the valley, coming from the distant forest sea The message from the Internet allows us to form a deep friendship with forest fog, mountain springs, stones, sunshine and every tree.

Oriole, please stop at my hut. You will be the dreamer and I will be the dreamer.

Seven Let me be a wild fruit

If you don’t walk into the big forest, you won’t know the fragrance of the big forest. Walking into the big forest, you feel like walking into a mature wild orchard. Your forgetful laughter, your melodious singing, and your black hair are all fragrant.

*** Mushroom, you shy forest girl, don’t cover your eyes with a small umbrella. Golden persimmon, you healthy young man, are you blowing the leaves to express your endless love to your sweetheart? Shan Minguo, your footprints are all over the mountain, just like a boy in a mountain village. Mountain pepper, your strong aroma reminds me of the pungent mountain village sister-in-law. Thin-shell pecan, you are the spirited elder in the forest.

Hello, the intoxicating big forest and the endless green waves are my endless imagination. Let me be a ripe wild fruit and hang it on this tall tree. Hang it there. Among the lush green leaves.

Let the little birds passing through the forest tops peck open my thoughts, and let me follow my dreams to visit every vital tree in the forest and every vibrant grass. , visiting every lively and cute little animal, and then letting the heavy snow in the middle of winter cover me. When spring comes, I slowly wake up and grow light purple flowers. 6. Write a composition using onomatopoeia

The hard-working dad got into the kitchen, put on his apron and sleeves, and started to cook dinner. A symphony of pots and pans was about to be played. Just hearing a "croak" sound, my father turned on the switch of the liquefied gas stove. The gas in the cylinder was very full, the fire was adjusted to a high level, the flames went straight up, and it was making a "cooing" sound. Then, Dad skillfully put the wok on and poured in the oil. After a while, a "crackling" sound came from his ears. When the oil temperature rises and the water runs out, there is no sound at all in the pot. I saw my father picking up a big carp that had been prepared in advance and putting it into the oil pan. There were two "chichi" sounds, and green smoke was rising from the oil pan. When the fish is fried until both sides turn yellow, Dad pours rice wine, soy sauce and other condiments, and then puts the lid on the pot. "Tick tick tick" five minutes passed, and a pot of braised fish was out of the pot. Dad took out a porcelain basin from the cupboard and filled it with the freshly fried braised carp.

Dad has cooked the braised carp, and next he will fry the cabbage. Dad first took out the cabbage from the refrigerator, and then turned on the faucet. The faucet sang a song and bathed the green cabbage. Dad poured the cabbage into the wok "sizzling". Use a shovel to stir-fry continuously, and the "bang, dang, dang" of the shovel and the bottom of the pot greet each other affectionately. After a minute of "ticking, ticking", Dad put in the condiments, then "bang bang bang" took out a porcelain basin from the cupboard and filled it with the freshly fried cabbage.

Accompanied by a burst of "ding, ding, ding, chi, chi, chi, chi" music, a table of side dishes appeared in front of me like magic. There are garlic sausages, steamed rice noodles, chicken legs, beef and fried carrots, plus a pot of pork ribs and radish soup. Looking at the plates of delicious dishes and smelling the tempting aroma, my saliva flowed "three thousand feet". I really wanted to eat all these delicious dishes in my mouth right away. 7. This is how to write a composition using onomatopoeia

Blacksmith Symphony

His father put a piece of iron into the furnace, and Qiu Mazi blew the bellows. "Hu-da, hu-da..." The iron block was red-hot, and his father took it out with pliers and placed it on the anvil. His father used a small hammer to hit the "ding", and he used a sledgehammer to hit the place where his father tapped, "ding". "Ding--dang, ding--dang." When a piece of iron work was about to take shape, there was no need for a sledgehammer. His father only used a small hammer to tap the front and back a few times, "Ding, Ding, Ding, Ding." ". "Ding Ding Ding Ding..." This is to hit the anvil with a small hammer in the air, indicating that the iron work has been completed.

Chinese language class: In the first short article, Zhu Zhishan used "哐哐哐" to describe the sound of gongs, and used it to contrast with Xu Zijian's "dong dong dong" drum sound. Not only did Xu Zijian admire him, but we I admire it too. The second short article, "Ding-dang, Ding-dang, Ding-dang", although we cannot see it with our own eyes, we can hear its sound based on personal experience, and then associate the image with the sound. From the string of notes composed of whirring and tinkling, one can truly "see" the entire process of the father and son making a piece of iron work. 8. Write a 400-word essay using onomatopoeia

Mom, a hard-working mother, hurried home as soon as she got off work, opened the door with a "dong dong" and got into the kitchen.

The faucet started quarreling with the basin and released a lot of water. The green vegetables plunged into the basin and took a comfortable bath. The gas stove crackled, and the flames burst out.

The oil danced "sizzlingly", the green vegetables jumped into the iron pot, and the shovel "dinged" and stir-fried, like saying hello to the dear iron pot brothers. After putting in the seasonings, my mother took out the plate and put the green vegetables in. A plate of fragrant green vegetables was ready.

Mom brought the green vegetables to the table, and then got into the kitchen. The faucet sang a song, and several big bones jumped into the basin together with a "whistle". Mom put on her gloves and reached into the basin to wash off the blood on the bones.

"Bang bang bang bang" the bones were chopped into small pieces.

Mom brought half a pot of water, put it on the gas stove, started to burn, then put the bones in and burned, put in a few green onions, some rice wine, some salt, and some vinegar, and burned for half an hour.

Half an hour later, my mother opened the lid of the pot, took out the soup, put the soup in, and brought it to the dining table. After the two dishes were cooked, my mother came back, and the three of us ate together. My mother, who is a hard-working mother, hurried home as soon as she got off work and opened the door with a "dong dong" and got into the kitchen.

The faucet started quarreling with the basin and released a lot of water. The green vegetables plunged into the basin and took a comfortable bath. The gas stove crackled, and the flames burst out.

The oil danced "sizzlingly", the green vegetables jumped into the iron pot, and the shovel "dinged" and stir-fried, like saying hello to the dear iron pot brothers. After putting in the seasonings, my mother took out the plate and put the green vegetables in. A plate of fragrant green vegetables was ready.

Mom brought the green vegetables to the table, and then got into the kitchen. The faucet sang a song, and several big bones jumped into the basin together with a "whistle". Mom put on her gloves and reached into the basin to wash off the blood on the bones.

"Bang bang bang bang" the bones were chopped into small pieces. My mother brought half a pot of water, put it on the gas stove, and started to burn it. Then she put the bones in and burned them, then added a few green onions, some rice wine, some salt, and some vinegar, and burned them for half an hour.

Half an hour later, my mother opened the lid of the pot, took out the soup, put the soup in, and brought it to the dining table. After the two dishes were cooked, my mother came back, and the three of us ate together.