Composition in windy days

In normal study, work and life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with the composition bar, through which people can achieve the purpose of cultural exchange. Do you know how to write a standardized composition? The following is my composition on a windy day. Welcome to reading. I hope you will like it.

Composition on a windy day 1 This summer suddenly came, as if it had flown by. The day I ran in the sun, fell asleep with the stars in the sky, and leaned on the horizontal bar to listen to the breeze, I quietly came back-the campus was still filled with the fragrance of magnolia, and the string of jingling bells in the corner of the classroom was still singing and dancing, crisp and sweet, and the sound was endless.

In those years, we studied hard, stayed up reading, sneaked out of school together to buy snacks, buried our heads under desks and secretly read comic books. The past is like a dream The tree beside the runway, Magnolia blossoms every summer. Drifting through the window of the classroom with the wind, it was a faint, sweet fragrance of flowers, mixed with the smell of morning dew, and gradually spread in my heart. Occasionally, we will be distracted to enjoy the birds jumping on the branches, or listen to the scattered frolicking on the playground. Then I realized that their time journey had just begun, and we were about to end.

That year, the teacher stood on tiptoe to hang the string of wind chimes, and the lazy sunshine reflected on her dimples through the pale green curtains. A breeze naughtily stirred the teacher and the skirt on the ground. She smiled shyly, losing the severity of the past, and her sword-like eyes also radiated the light of March's gentle and warm sun. That small classroom is full of brilliance, the sound of books and the long wind chimes, which I will never forget for many years.

I vaguely remember the season when Magnolia blooms. When we went to physical education class, we climbed a ladder to pick magnolia. Boys rushed up like monkeys, and girls helped each other to climb slowly. However, this wonderful idea ended because of Alice's timidity. I climbed the ladder effortlessly when they fiddled with my hair. Overhead are lush green leaves, dotted with white. That is the magnolia flower that girls especially miss. With our common hope, I reached out my hand, gently and slowly, unwilling to lose the slightest bit of magnolia.

I threw it down and they followed. Magnolia dances in the air with the breeze. Sometimes when we meet a gust of wind, we hover, drifting from one end to the other, and we are naughty for a long time and don't want to fall back into our hands. Holding a hand full of magnolia, I was intoxicated by the fragrance of flowers, from the playground to the roof, and then sent to the teacher's desk.

"Wow, thank you so much!" The teacher smiled, revealing those sweet dimples, facing the sunset, which was very touching. "Where did these magnolias come from?" We are speechless. The girl covered her mouth and snickered, the boy scratched his head, and the teacher stared at us as if she understood. At that moment, all childish willfulness and naughty turned into warm love and sunshine, scattered in our hearts. We laughed and ran downstairs after the wind, and the flowers smelled as good as ever.

Perhaps, many years later, when I came back here, the rope tied with the wind chimes had worn out, and the magnolia we gave to the teacher had already fallen into the mud. Fortunately, the wind blows in midsummer, the wind chimes are still singing in the corner, the magnolia is still in full bloom, and the teacher's dimples and our smiling faces will always exist in each other's hearts.

On windy days, the sun is warm; We won't leave on windy days.

"Nan, if you are free tomorrow morning, go for a walk by the sea with me. The weather forecast shows that the weather is sunny and windy. " Looking at grandma's expectant expression, I paused. I really couldn't bear it-the summer vacation plan was almost at the bottom, but I didn't accompany grandma several times. "Yes, I haven't been there for a long time." I replied.

The next day, our grandparents and grandchildren walked by the sea. A gust of wind tiptoed over our heads, thinking that we couldn't catch up, and turned around and pushed us forward. When he reached the roadside, Ye was immediately inspired by him. Some straighten up and want to go free with the wind, while others wave their arms to see the wind off. In the morning, the sun shines on me. I don't feel hot, but I feel warmer. Grandma's mood is particularly carefree. As soon as the chatterbox opened, she couldn't stop looking back: "I dropped out of school in the fourth grade when I was a child, helping my family ..."

Grandma turned over the story she had told many times. After getting through the beginning that made my ears grow cocoons, grandma's story seemed to be energized by the sea breeze and gradually became less boring. Grandma, as the eldest sister, prefers boys to girls at home. In order to provide her younger brother with the opportunity to go to school, she took the initiative to provoke a burden that was not in line with her age: a girl who was in her prime and had a great demand for food ate leftover vegetables and vegetables all day, went out to do farm work early, and her hands, shoulders and soles were blistered, but she had no medicine at that time and could only bear it silently. Later, she went to work in a flower paper factory with a monthly salary of twenty or thirty yuan. Together with her husband and my grandfather, she saved up the money for buying land by relying on her own efforts and the support of relatives and friends. When my father was three years old, my grandparents built a small bungalow on it. With this small world, we can resist the cold and heat! And the couple work harder to earn money because they still have bigger goals hidden in their hearts. For it, grandparents go out early and return late, saving money. Ten years later, a five-story "small building" emerged on my thin land of twenty or thirty square meters. ...

Listening to grandma's struggle history, I can't help feeling guilty: I didn't know that the house I lived in for so many years had such a history, and I didn't notice that grandma, who had been quietly paying, had such a bitter past! In the sea breeze, grandma narrowed her eyes and raised her mouth, and a mottled gray hair jumped happily, showing the fairness of time together with the deep decrees on her mouth. But this gentle and soothing wind, like a roar at this time, torments my heart: how long has it been since I talked to my grandmother? Grandma has paid so much for this family, and I, like a Mi Chong, not only don't know how to repay, but even hesitate to give her a sincere gratitude.

Grandma continued to tell the story, and the scene in the story seemed to be fixed in front of my eyes, hanging on the tail of the wind and slowly floating with the sea breeze: a little girl was pulling a leaf of cabbage, and kale trembled with the wind; A young woman swept the wooden cottonseed blown into the bungalow by the wind; A middle-aged woman forced her arm to put away the quilt that was slightly shaken by the wind on the balcony; A kind and energetic old lady walked in the sea breeze with her granddaughter ... I paused and made up my mind: Grandma has suffered so much in her life, and as a granddaughter, I should try my best to let her enjoy life.

This is a windy day, and it should be the day when I get up. The sea breeze is blowing selfishly, blowing on my heart and setting off waves. ...

On a windy day, the wind accidentally knocked over the ink bottle and the night spread quietly. Under the orange solitary lamp, a lonely figure is at his desk, and the geometric triangle of function algebra has already shattered this fragile psychological defense. Yiya's doors and windows, shredded paper stirring the wind, are all ruthlessly announcing: wake up, girl! On the third day, I have come to you on horseback!

This night, there is no moon or stars, and the wind and sand are lost all the time.

Perhaps, a ticket home can bring a little comfort. The night shyly wiped out the last ray of setting sun, and a curtain was hung on the mountains and rivers. I was walking alone on a country road, and the smoke rose slowly. The wind is blowing, like a drunken poet living in the mountains, raising a glass to invite Qinghui and drinking rivers and streams, which is always bitter. Looking at the dark sky, I can't help feeling that these two years of junior high school have been wasted, half-dead, tormenting me alive, unable to rank higher, like a stinking bag lingering before death. Let's call it a day. Sighed heavily on the ground-

You see, how cruel the world is and how proud I am in my bones. Suddenly, the evening breeze quietly lifted my hair and touched my face, but I hesitated, longing for short-term comfort and escape from the pleasure of stress, just like reading novels day and night and burying myself in a virtual world. I don't know the changes in spring and autumn, and the changes in seasons are unintentional, that is, I didn't study hard! Return to absolute being, the wind has held its breath, and the sultry air licked the whole body like a deadly flame, and the fire was suffocating. In vain, a white light flashed in front of my eyes, and my mother's familiar figure seemed to be in front of me. Her eyes were full of deep and bright light: "Son, it's shameful to stay where you are, especially when you know-you parked in the wrong place!" " The wind swept by mercilessly, but revealed the silver wire that had been covering her head, not one or two, but two strands. My heart suddenly hurts. ...

In a trance, an ethereal voice whispered in my ear, "Run! Come on! Run! " Determined, I slowly raised my feet and stretched out my hand to cover the only light left in front of me. "Ah! Big! Hey! " Footsteps echoed in the empty sky, getting closer and closer, and the footsteps in my ears really became more and more urgent, and finally became the roar of the wind running! The wind blew my hair away and lifted my skirt. At this time, the clock seems to have stopped swinging. I bent down slightly, put my hands on my knees, gasped for messy breath, looked up and stared, only to know that several stars had been pulled out of the dark night sky. When the wind swept the fallen leaves around me, I suddenly realized that I had lost a lot of important luggage, such as: unshakable faith, persistent will ... in the wind, I held my fist tightly.

The wind will turn green again. Every night, I have to deal with the geometric function that gives me the biggest headache until midnight. Early in the morning, stand up and face the boring political history. When I was bored to tear up the manuscript paper, when I fell off the textbook because of boring endorsement, I thought about giving up, but I didn't. I can't stop. I have to keep running to feel the wind and break through the dark clouds to see the light again. These lost ones will eventually come back.

Looking back, I saw the road I ran, and the wind came and went quietly. On a windy day, let it go and settle down. ...

On windy days, the wind is naturally perfect, especially in summer, when it blows, it will be cool, but from that time on, I completely changed my view of the wind-cruelty.

While we were playing in the yard, who brought us a pigeon? It's God. Seeing that it was so pitiful, my friends and I decided to raise it ... After it fell from the sky, one foot was broken and it was still bleeding, but it still persisted. We think it is very strong and expect it to be so strong forever, so we named it "Qiang".

Day after day, it becomes happier in our life, and we try our best to give it a complete birthday. On the third day of life, we have started to decorate in a shabby little room, which is much more grand than giving people a birthday! At ordinary times, those of us who lack artistic cells actually pick up scissors and cut the lace that decorates our lives and stick it on the wall. We all think we're good at it. Looking back, we will naturally be proud that we haven't even touched scissors.

Every time I come back from school, the first thing I do is not watch TV, but watch this little pigeon. It's gray, and it's unusually gray. Because there is a touch of light yellow in the gray, it is extremely cute.

Finally, that day came. The wind was unusually strong that day, which broke branches, flowers and plants and blew up a tornado of "garbage", but our mood was crazier than the wind and we were ecstatic. We didn't give up the idea of having a party and came to the hut happily. I said casually, "Be strong, let's celebrate your birthday together!" " But when the sound is broken, I can't see it, so I have to use a strange sound. I have tried the sounds of birds and animals, but I still can't see them. After all, we are too emotional to understand. Forget it, birds are birds after all. How can they understand what we are talking about? I thought, "Hey!" A loud cry scared me upside down, because the echo in that room was unusually loud. "What are you yelling about!" "I'm a little impatient." Look at yourself. "Her voice choked me a little. I followed the direction of her finger, and a small figure floated in front of us at the moment. Paws are still single, with grayish yellow hair, but were they still "strong" at the beginning? Its wings will never flap again. It has no heartbeat, no breathing, and it can't stand there like it did at the beginning. At the moment, it only has its cold and fragile body, losing its usual brilliance. "It ... what is it like? "I asked in a panic. In fact, I know it is dead, but I still can't understand the fact. Everything in the room is too quiet, only breathing can be heard. Everyone knows that the birthday party we are going to hold will become a memorial service …

After a long time, I found my question cold and no one answered it. When I looked back, our tears rolled down my cheeks. Is it the wind? It was the hard-won wind in summer that swept away our joy, and it was the cruel wind that swept away the life of the "strong". I believe so, because if there were no wind, we might still be waiting around "strong".

I will always remember that its grave was built in the wind and its soul floated in the wind. ...