Feng youxiu's composition

In real life or work and study, many people have had the experience of writing and are familiar with it. By writing, we can gather scattered thoughts together. So have you ever studied composition? The following is my excellent composition for your reference, hoping to help friends in need.

The wind 1 a gust of wind suddenly blew. It came suddenly and violently and no one could stop it.

I don't know who angered God again. I lost my temper on the ground. It is still sunny in the morning. In the afternoon, the weather changed and became gloomy. It really makes people feel scared and flustered. I'm really worried about what terrible punishment and disposal God will give me, which makes me uneasy!

"Whoo-"It can't be winter! The wind is blowing so hard, so crazy, so loud and so ghost, which makes this gloomy "ghost town" even more terrible and darker. "Boom-boom-"A few muffled thunder startled me and made my heart beat like hundreds of frightened rabbits. How terrible!

What is even more frightening is yet to come: the wind is blowing harder, and it beats the window hard, trying to break it and run away. (I feel bad about the window for three seconds) The window is almost broken, so I have to study in fear.

The door that can never be closed is now possessed by the devil, and the physical education class is open from time to time. Then, under the action of slight manpower and strong wind, it is "uh-huh-uh-huh-boom!" Beat us to death in the classroom.

Later, the wind was even more addictive: when I walked out of the house, a strong wind hit my face hard, as if to beat my delicate face black and blue, and then eat it. After school, the wind began to attack from the soles of my feet, blowing my little yellow hat 108 thousand miles away, and my soul had already run away. Alas, God's temper is really bad!

The wind is still blowing and the rain is still falling. I am still writing and writing this day. ...

The wind has gone/taken away your breath/left no trace/but do you know/that night is deep/I miss you/will you miss me, too?

The wind has gone/faded our memory/been silent/can we still remember it/in that cold autumn rain/I am thinking of you/will you remember it?

The wind has gone/Let him take my breath/My laughter/Whispering to you/I am thinking of you. ...

Blink of an eye, parting has long passed, but strong thoughts can not be erased. Mid-Autumn Festival, will you remember the former Class 6a?

Memories, sighs-why do I know the truth that "I don't know how to cherish until I lose it", but it seems too far away, but it is within reach. I didn't cherish the back. When I opened my hands to catch it, it had already left with the ticking of the clock, leaving me alone, like thousands of people, to realize that "I don't know how to cherish until I lose it." Lost, what qualifications to cherish? Like a stranger, like a sliced lotus root, although the lotus root is broken, it will be brutally torn off sooner or later.

Outside the window, the wind started again. ...

Lying in front of the window, geese fly south in groups, leaves go home together, and what about me? I am quiet enough to hear cicadas and insects chirping happily, but what about me? Night arrival, although there are thousands of lights outside, how can we light up the whole starry sky? Maybe the moon is lonely?

Wind/can you take my thoughts away/to the lonely moon/when you look up at the bright moon/can you hear my deep and inseparable thoughts?

On July 27th, my parents and I went back to Shandong to see my grandma in the countryside.

At noon on August 1 Sunday, I finished my meal. After a while, it began to rain heavily. The rain stopped for nearly half an hour. I saw that the sky was overcast and gloomy. In the evening, grandma was informed that there was a typhoon at night. I was shocked. I have never seen a typhoon before, and I really want to see it. In the evening, it rained again and the wind was still blowing. Suddenly, I saw trees swaying in the rain.

The next morning, I got up at 6 o'clock. I was shocked as soon as I went out. I climbed onto the roof. I saw some trees fall in Yang Shulin behind the house. I saw one fall on someone else's roof. I saw people sawing trees with saws. I walked out the door. I saw the wind still blowing outside the hut. I saw the telephone pole at the door fall down. I also heard that several trees and telephone poles fell down. I can imagine the typhoon last night.

I'm playing with my brother. I saw a stout poplar tree fall back to someone's house, but it didn't hit anyone and destroyed the house. I saw branches falling from trees from time to time, and one branch almost hit me. I saw all the water on the road, and many trees fell on the road, making it impassable. I saw many people cut down trees with axes for firewood.

The most surprising thing is that I saw a piece of Yang Shulin that completely fell down, only a few pieces didn't fall down, because the poplar trees in that forest were so thin that they fell down with one blow.

Although I have never seen a real typhoon, I have seen its harmfulness, which makes me understand a truth: "If we don't cut down trees indiscriminately and avoid disasters, our world will be beautiful."

In the gripping conversation, in the constant alarm, in the anxious waiting, it finally came to us with footsteps. ...

In the morning, it's still a scorching sun, and the sun "scorches" the earth unscrupulously. Unconsciously, the dark clouds drove away the sun with the regiment. Although we are happy, we are also afraid. This shows that the footsteps of the typhoon are getting closer and closer!

Suddenly, there was a strong wind, flying sand and stones. Garbage is wandering in the air, what a terrible storm! Suddenly, the heavy rain poured down and covered the earth. Everyone can't help saying in unison: "The typhoon is coming!"

However, the weather is inhuman, so I can't bear to go to cram school. Along the way, it was stormy. What a strong wind! It roars like a wild animal, making people only hear the rumble of ten thousand, just like the shells flying across the sky in the movie. It raged like an avalanche, and the green leaves that were still thriving were knocked to the ground helplessly in an instant.

Walking on the road, my clothes were soaked and my umbrella was paralyzed, but the typhoon never weakened. Huge raindrops hit the road, splashing high water; Hit the window with a bang. The whole time was like a horror movie.

It's getting dark and the typhoon is getting worse. It makes people worried and difficult to sleep.

In the evening, the wind from Qingcheng Mountain, with its warmth and charm, blew on my face. Arouse my childhood memories, mountain breeze.

The wind is my lover. She is shy and feels windy in the morning. She caresses your cheek like a lover's hand, full of warmth, which makes people reluctant. She brushes your face and makes you wander around looking for her. The wind dispelled the fog in the mountains. The fog kept scratching you like a little boy next door, rolled into your sleeve, ran into your trouser pocket and tickled you from time to time. At this time, the wind came, like calling his brother, who went home. Of course, Fog can't go home so easily. He will stay here. Look at him, running in the mountains! Run and turn around. The wind chased the fog, as if the elder sister said to the younger brother, "Look where you are going! I must catch you! "

Mountain, a place where countless loves are hidden, is also a blessed land that breeds life, a poem cloud; The mountain is not high, but there is spirit. Then the wind is a fairy, an elf who guards the mountains. She steps on dew every day to wake up the flowers and trees that have slept all night. When she woke up, it was already dawn, the flowers smiled at her, the trees were stretching, and she heard the crisp sound of bones waking up. What a full sleep! Only the stone is still sleeping and refuses to wake up. Let me sleep for a while. When I came to the river, I felt a sweet spring, so sweet.

The wind blowing from the mountain! I have been looking for your figure, and I shouted to the mountain, hey! Wind! Where are you? The mountain is silent.

Wind is one of the indispensable things in nature, and the wind in each season will bring happiness to people.

The wind in spring is warm. She is like a loving mother's hands, stroking the beautiful land in spring and awakening the grass sleeping underground. Spring breeze makes the earth warm; Wake up everything from a deep sleep and let the flowers bloom. Farmers are farming in the spring breeze.

The wind in summer is sometimes sultry, which makes people feel irritable; Sometimes it's refreshing and makes people feel comfortable. In hot summer, many people will sit in the shade to enjoy the cool, play chess and games. Under the scorching sun, people are most eager to blow a cool breeze, and at this time, Xia Feng seems to know people's hearts.

The autumn wind came, driving away the hot summer and bringing a refreshing autumn. Autumn wind is like a fairy, showing her graceful dance, and dead leaves dance for her. Whenever the autumn wind blows, dead leaves quickly fall from the trees, just like butterflies dancing in mid-air.

The cold wind blows in winter, and it feels like a sharp knife scraping on people's faces, which makes people feel biting pain. People who are afraid of the cold don't want to go out. Some small animals and plants hide before winter comes, because they are afraid of the winter wind.

The winds in the four seasons have their own postures and characteristics, and each has its own duties, so that nature can circulate regularly.

On a quiet summer night, the cool breeze always makes people fall into meditation and indulge in it. The wind is beautiful, so daydream, string together a homesick song.

Traveling in Hangzhou, spending the night in Xizi Lake, surrounded by mountains and water, is really a wonderful natural beauty. Although the heat in Hangzhou in August is unbearable and the chirping of flying insects is endless, as soon as you open the window, the cool night wind will blow on your face. The wind is as gentle as a mother's hand touching you and letting you sleep peacefully. The softness of Jiangnan water town is really contained in the wind. The sadness of the water town in the south of the Yangtze River is accompanied by Roumanman's integration into the wind, which drives me into my heart and evokes my homesickness.

The wind in the northland is not as soft as Xia Feng in the south of the Yangtze River, but it has the heroism that Mr. Xia in the south of the Yangtze River does not have, and it has a faint warmth in it, just like the broad and strong backbone of his father, carrying you through the thousands of waters in Qian Shan, carrying many hopes and fantasies. ...

The rustling of leaves hooked me from fantasy to reality. Xia Feng's gentleness seems to be tainted with the feelings of writing, and also becomes euphemistic and alienated. Listening to the distant sounds of nature, watching the leaves dance is a beautiful picture, and the heroic wind in the northland of my hometown rings in my ears, turning into a picture of the scenery in the northland.

The wind has stopped, and the plum rains have stopped, but what can't stop is my endless acacia. The quiet and refreshing ensemble after the wind sang the thoughts and homesickness of people who left home all over the world.

The music of nature is still playing in my heart, and the wind in my hometown is still ringing. The darkness of night hangs over the whole earth, and the feelings of my hometown are closely intertwined with my heartstrings. Every trembling brings out my infinite sadness!

If you ask me what is the warmest in the world, I will say, sunshine. But sometimes, love is warmer than sunshine!

Recently, something happened in our class, which moved me and made me unforgettable. Here's the thing.

That day, a classmate in our class accidentally fell down and banged his hand on the corner of the table. Only heard him "ah", put his hand over the place where he hit, huddled up. The students gathered around and asked him if he was in pain. He frowned and said, "It hurts! Very painful! " As he spoke, he began to cry. Little fatty Liu Yijia and I quickly reported to the Chinese teacher, who said, "Take him to the infirmary quickly!" " "We immediately ran back to the classroom, helped him up and walked slowly down the stairs. I asked him, "Does it still hurt?" He said, "It hurts more and more!" Liu Yijia said, "Never mind, we'll be in the infirmary soon. "When we arrived at the infirmary, the school doctor said to us," Wait a minute, I'll check. " After a while, the bell rang and Liu Yijia said, "Let's go back first." I said, "No! We are helping him. If he has anything, how can we explain it to the teacher? "At this time, the school doctor came out and said," You can take him back, it's no big problem. "We put down the stone in our hearts, helped him back to the classroom and poured him a cup of hot water. He said, "Thank you!" "I said, are brothers' games. Why thank you? " Forget it! "He listened, with a bright smile on his face.

This summer, the weather was very hot, but I felt cool because I helped others.

Now I find that love is sunshine, love or cool wind.

Wind excellent composition 9 wind, said intangible, is also diverse; Say colorless, but also colored; Tasteless, sweet and bitter. The wind brought warm, cool and ripe fruits and snow.

In early spring, the wind woke up everything that had been sleeping for a winter. The willow tree changed into a green skirt, and the peach tree blossomed quickly, showing no weakness. In the garden, the wind gently blows the little flowers, and they smile beautifully.

In hot summer, the wind dominates all kinds of lively voices. Hiding in the depths of the leaves, the cicada cried, "How hot it is! It's so hot! " The old man told the children a story in the shade: "Once upon a time …" Several naughty boys ran to the river to catch fish, and a little guy slipped and fell to the ground, covered in water. Miss Feng laughs: This smile makes the wind stronger. There is a thin cloud, lightning and thunderstorm.

In autumn, the wind waves brushes in the Woods. Buttonwood and maple trees are dyed red by the wind, like drunken girls.

In the cold winter, the biting wind roared past, snowflakes fell and the trees were wrapped in silver. On the thick snow, a string of small footprints. Happy children, make snowmen and have snowball fights.

Wind, changeable personality, is both colorful and plain. Gentle and cruel. I hope there will be more breezes and warm winds and less storms and tornadoes.

In the morning, I woke up from my dream. After a while, I was in a daze again ... Suddenly, a Smurfs appeared in front of me. She said, "You are a good boy, and I can realize one of your wishes." I quickly told her my wish to become the wind. She listened and said, "Close your eyes and silently count dozens." I listened to her words and counted silently in my heart.

I am very gentle in spring. I came to my brother and knocked politely and said, "Xiaocao's brother, Xifeng, I'm coming to see you!" " "Oh, I'll get dressed and come right away." After a while, Xiaocao's brother wore a bright green spring dress, which was very beautiful. "Who will play with me?" I turned my head angrily. It turned out that floret was wearing perfume on me. I touched her little face and felt very comfortable.

In summer, I often blow Sister Liu's braids to the ground and blow Little Black's face full of wrinkles. No, you see, I ran to Sister Furong again and touched her face. "Ding Dong", it turns out that I got a drop of dew in the water. I smiled apologetically at Sister Lotus and walked away.

In autumn, looking at the fallen leaves on the ground, I thought: people are so lazy that they don't even bother to sweep the floor. Let me have an autumn wind to sweep the leaves. I blew harder. It's clean.

Winter, a white world. When the children came, I ran to tease them and they all sneezed.

"Lazy people get up, lazy people get up ..." I opened my eyes and saw that it was a dream!