Wu Liunian composition

In our daily study, work and life, everyone must have been exposed to writing, and people can achieve the purpose of cultural exchange with writing. Do you know how to write a standardized composition? The following is the composition of fog band 6 I collected for you, for reference only. Let's have a look.

Composition of fog grade six 1 "fog!" I shouted happily.

I have seen the vast snow; I have also seen the drizzle, the charming scenery of clear Wan Li, and the morning fog that is more beautiful than fairyland ... Among these scenery, my favorite is the charming morning fog.

I walked out of the house in high spirits and fell into a white morning fog. Ah, it's fascinating. You can't even tell who is opposite nearby, so you can't see anything in the distance. Today's morning mist covers the whole world tightly. However, as long as you go forward bravely, the fog ahead will retreat and let you go forward bravely.

Although the fog is not as spectacular as heavy snow and lingering as light rain, it looks so gentle, just like a kind mother stroking your cheeks and hair, giving you an unspeakable feeling. This is also very simple. No matter how you look at it, it looks like a piece of white yarn, with no pattern. If nature is a painter, then this fog is a masterpiece of nature. Isn't it? Every time the fog appears in front of people, it always wraps itself up with thin gauze, never wears rouge, does not draw eyebrows, and does not compete with various famous flowers.

As the fireball sun rises slowly, the fog begins to disappear gradually. But the soil on the ground and the small drops of water on the flowers and trees were still preserved. Perhaps this is a wonderful gift from fog to nature.

In the morning, I just woke up and looked out of the window. Hey, where have all the houses gone? Did it come out of thin air? I looked at the mountains in the distance, and at this time, I disappeared. Only thick, layered fog covers the earth. It's fog

My classmates and I were walking on the way to school, and a fog came straight at us like smoke on the battlefield. Just like a magician. It turned into a milky white scarf and surrounded us. Suddenly, a lot of "white sugar" appeared on my eyelashes; It changed and changed, and turned into a spring rain, hitting my face. I just feel wet on my face, and a little coolness goes straight to my heart. I tried to reach for it, but it floated into my heart. Fog enveloped the earth, and in a short time, everything turned into a sea of fog. Now, I can only hear the ringing of cars, noisy voices and footsteps, and those motor vehicles with lights on can barely see the road!

After a while, the fog was blown away by the warm spring breeze. At this time, the familiar streets and houses ... came back to my eyes. The mountain that was once shrouded in a veil-like mist is now clearly visible! However, there are still some "naughty" who don't want to stay halfway up the mountain. They are like a white belt, beautiful! At this time, the sun through the cloud curtain, sprinkled with golden sunshine like washing, a new look. Green willows, swaying twigs, dancing in the breeze; The small drops of water on the petals are still on it, and the flowers seem to have washed their faces and are full of vitality. ...

It's really "dream-eating, book-reading, and Wan Li's fog breaks clouds and waves in spring"!

Fog, your mysterious beauty and rapid changes make me feel the magic and beauty of nature!

Good evening, audience friends. The weather in Beijing is fine today, and it will be foggy tomorrow. Please try to reduce travel and keep warm. Ok, audience, today's weather forecast is over. Thank you for watching. See you tomorrow. "Oh, how to smog every day! I'm so bored that I can't even go to physical education class. I have to wear a mask every day. Really! " I said angrily. At this time, my mother came over and said, "Who told you to pollute the air often?" "We polluted the air? Where are we going to pollute the air? " "You use your brain melon to think about it? You didn't shoot during the Chinese New Year! " "Chinese New Year? That was a few years ago! " "The harmful substances in that gun also pollute the air!" "Did I mention that the harmful substances in the gun won't pollute the air?" "What are you arguing about? What's so noisy? It's just smog! What about you? " Dad came to dissuade me from going to war with my mother. Dad began to reason: "it's really easy to say that you want a blue sky, but it's really difficult to say it." First of all, you have to change the habit of shooting in the new year. Mom is right. " Mother felt that she had the upper hand: "Hear it! I am right. " "Words can't say that, the toxic gas produced by your company also pollutes the air, so we should protect the environment. Protecting the environment is everyone's responsibility! "

Students, I believe that through our efforts, we will certainly usher in the blue sky of the motherland.

Composition 4 "Ding" was in the sixth grade in Wudu. After class, I stood up and glanced out of the window inadvertently, and suddenly I froze. A white elf and her good friend are dancing heartily in this big casino-that's the lovely fog sister!

The fog charmed the whole world. She carefully lifted the white veil and gently covered the whole world. In an instant, the distant mountains and nearby buildings were vaguely gone. I pulled up my friend and ran downstairs to see the fog at a speed of 100 meters. Everywhere is white, just like someone knocked over a bottle, so pure, so white, so beautiful. I was completely fascinated by the beautiful purple of fog, and standing in the fog seemed to enter the fairy tale world in the book. Hey, why do people around you become characters in fairy tales? In the silence, I seemed to see Prince Snow White. ...

The fog ordered his troops to "slaughter" the earth on the rampage. At this time, the fog is getting bigger and bigger, and even the figure a few steps away is vaguely seen. It is like an invisibility cloak, no matter who covers it, it will disappear.

I opened my mouth and swallowed the fog heartily. Cool and comfortable. I know this is the taste of nature, so I suck the delicious food hard.

Fog is probably tired of playing and seems to miss his mother very much. It gently lifted the beautiful white gauze skirt and quietly went home. Tall buildings and trees ... everything gradually "wakes up", and the sun god stretched himself and rose from the east.

Oh, fog-the angel of nature, welcome to play next time!

My father took me to school this morning. As soon as I went out, I came face to face with a cold and humid air. Ah, it's foggy.

Thick fog permeates between heaven and earth, as if a very thick and wide curtain had fallen from the sky. My sight was completely blocked by fog, as if it were only as big as my eyes in space. We sat in the car, and the fog got into the window and lingered around people and feet. The trees by the roadside can only see a black shadow.

At this moment, a strange imagination suddenly appeared in my mind. You see, isn't this foggy scene just like the illusory heavenly palace in The Journey to the West? The trees in the distance are more like the flat peach garden of the Queen Mother. We are walking in the fog, aren't we walking in the clouds? I wonder if I can find the nine fairies, the Moon Palace Chang 'e? Look again, the car we are riding, like a ship sailing on the vast sea, is braving the wind and waves and courageously moving towards its destination.

Why does the cloud flow? After a while, the dense fog gradually turned into a thin gauze. The tall buildings and trees in the distance were faintly visible, and the nearby trees could also distinguish the branches. The wet yellow leaves on the branches seemed to have vitality after being watered by the dew. The vast fog and faintly visible trees and buildings constitute an unpredictable watercolor painting of nature.

Hearing the harsh alarm, I quickly got out of bed, feeling unhappy. "It's time again, can't I sleep a little longer?"

But as soon as I opened the curtains, I was immediately attracted by the charming morning mist. There is fog everywhere, and everything is looming, as if playing hide-and-seek with me. Dazhu Mountain, which was once clearly visible through the window on a sunny day, completely disappeared from my sight. The houses nearby will be very smiling. Usually, bright red tiles are covered with soft white smoke, and small trees on the roadside smile at me like Santa Claus.

Walking in the foggy street, everything becomes more hazy and mysterious. The office building of the Agricultural Bank of China, which was seen on the way to school before, has become towering because of the influence of heavy fog. The buildings in the distance are high and low, layer upon layer, as if they are still growing.

In the street, cars are moving slowly like snails with lights on, and they honk their horns warily from time to time. The students who rushed to school one after another, the chirping voice sounded so clear, but their faces could not be seen clearly.

I groped my way into the school gate until the first ray of sunshine appeared in the east, and the fog still did not disperse, and gradually dispersed in the sound of reading.

I like fog, its mystery and quietness. I like fog, its obscurity and lyricism. I envy the fog, envious of its looming soaring in the sky.

On the way, a red sun rose slowly from the east, and the thick fog was torn off layer by layer like cotton wool, gradually turning into a layer of spun yarn, and the distant scenery began to appear faintly; Looking up, the sky is full of red clouds and golden waves. The red sun is like a furnace of boiling molten steel, bursting out, crystal clear, what a beautiful picture!

I woke up early in the morning, habitually looking out, and I couldn't see anything clearly. I put on my clothes in a hurry and opened the window, only to see clouds of fog flying around. The breeze blows, and the fog rolls and crawls in the air like a snail; In a short time, it became a conch. The fog is really like a ditto.

It's time for school. I went downstairs and was immediately surrounded by thick fog. It's like falling into a bottle, I can only see a piece under my feet. I walked carefully along the roadside. Suddenly, I heard a familiar voice. The footsteps behind me are getting closer and closer, but I can't see who it is. I didn't realize that Zhao Liang was going to school until the man came up to me.

On the way, a red sun rose slowly from the east, and the thick fog was torn off layer by layer like cotton wool, gradually turning into a layer of spun yarn, and the distant scenery began to appear faintly; Looking up, the sky is full of red clouds and golden waves. The red sun is like a furnace of boiling molten steel, bursting out, crystal clear, what a beautiful picture!

Fog is not welcome at ordinary times, but if you watch it quietly, morning fog is really a masterpiece of nature, which makes people feel very interesting!

The sixth grade composition of Fog is now in China. A very terrible devil is coming. When there are more and more cars in the city and fewer trees outside the city, he becomes stronger and stronger. Finally, he broke free from the bottle that bound him and rushed to the place where we lived, which immediately enveloped the whole city. The devil's name is smoke!

Even in the daytime, people are surrounded by smog, and the air is gray and can't be seen clearly. Children stay at home, wear masks even when they go out, and turn on all the lights even at school. Many children are sick of it.

People shouted at the smog: "Smog, go back!" You devil, we don't need you! "

Haze laughed after listening: "In fact, I was invited back by you! If you hadn't driven cars to emit exhaust gas every day and opened so many factories in the suburbs to emit exhaust gas, I would have strengthened my strength and cut down my most powerful enemy trees and vegetation. I won't be so strong, I'm actually yours. A guest! "

The sun came out, and he couldn't penetrate the thick smog to bring people sunshine.

The sun looked at the thick smog and thought for a long time. Finally, the method of subduing smog was realized.

Sunshine shouted to people: "since smog is afraid of trees, plant all kinds of trees quickly;" Since the power of smog comes from automobile exhaust, drive less! Since the smog comes from our polluted environment, let's change the environment! "

Finally, one day, the smog became weaker and weaker and became endless.

Sunshine finally meets everyone again. When everyone is happy to celebrate with the sunshine. Sunshine warning: "Don't be too happy. We should cherish the environment of the earth now. You know, the devil of smog may come back at any time! "

In the morning, I looked out of the window. Ah, it's foggy! It's foggy and boundless outside.

Walking on the road, I looked at the white fog carefully.

Now, heaven and earth are shrouded in extremely wide smoke. Flowers and trees nearby and buildings in the distance are looming in the fog; The sun is not dazzling at all, only showing a hazy round shadow. People come and go on the road. In the distance, you can only hear chop suey and intermittent footsteps, bicycle bells, and as you approach, you can clearly see their faces. When they turned to look again, their background slowly drifted away, as if they were in a floating fairyland.

Suddenly I feel that I am roaming in this "fairyland". There is a veil-like mist floating in front of my eyes, piece by piece, like smoke ... I reached out and grabbed it, ha, I caught it! When I opened my hand and looked carefully, it had slipped through my fingers and was everywhere in the air, which made me confused. What a lovely fog! It is also like a clever makeup artist, who dyed the locks of black hair on my forehead into locks of silver, and the upper and lower eyelashes were covered with small crystal flowers. I closed my eyes for a while and then opened them. I just feel that my eyes are moist, cool and comfortable!

After a while, the fog subsided, and the earth took off its thick velvet clothes and put on soft tulle. The branches and leaves of some big trees have shyly revealed their graceful posture from the fog, as if to pay tribute to the faint white clouds in the sky. Soft light also spilled down, all of which constituted a quiet and elegant gouache painting.

I was intoxicated by the beautiful scenery of nature, and the outstanding painter Sun painted with great strokes. In an instant, I have been in a Ming Che world!

I have walked by the river many times, but I have never met such a heavy fog. Fog enveloped the river. Even if I never see the distance, I seem to have lost everything. But looking around, high-rise buildings and magnificent buildings seem to be floating in the clouds, making people feel like they are in the heavenly palace.

Seeing this fog, my original sad mood seems to have been hit by something. I have never felt this way since the exam results came out, and I have never been so happy. During this time, my world has been tortured by fog, so that I can't tell the direction, and I muddle along all day, as if survival has lost its meaning. Today, maybe God doesn't allow me to look at setbacks like this and wants me to face setbacks firmly, so I specially spread this layer of fog outside, in order to let me think about problems from multiple angles. Fog covers everything, which is good, but everything seems to be floating in the fog, which is very fairy-like. No one can be beautiful without fog. I suddenly realized and looked at the fog in my heart. The fog that blames myself for not working hard enough has become the object of my nostalgia and an indispensable partner in my heart!

I have never been so relieved, even when I was praised. Before, I always thought that everything would be fine if I got good grades, and I always thought I was a victorious general. Today, I finally found that impermanent winners are impermanent losers. In a foggy world, it is most important to take every step of this road well and not be confused by the forked path.

In your own world, even without a compass, you must have a firm goal!

I opened the door, and a burst of fog came on my face, feeling a little cold, as if the autumn fog was going to enter the house to keep warm.

The autumn fog "Ding Rinrin" alarm clock woke me up. I quickly got dressed and had breakfast to prepare for school. When I opened the window to get some air, I found a layer of water vapor on the glass. When I opened the door, with the waves of fog, I felt a little cold, as if autumn fog was going to enter the house to keep warm.

At six fifty, I took up my schoolbag and went to school. Along the way, autumn fog enveloped me, as if to cast a mysterious veil over the town. What a thick autumn fog! So the visibility is particularly poor. Pedestrians on the road have become blurred shadows. Many vehicles turn on their front headlights to illuminate the road ahead. From a distance, two big pine trees near my home are graceful in the fog, and I am getting farther and farther away. Only the trunks of two pine trees have been covered by fog, and I only see two huge triangular crowns floating in the air. Walking, there is no concept of time in my mind, and I arrive at school unconsciously.

After sitting down, I saw my classmates talking endlessly about the autumn fog in the morning. "It's foggy today!" "It's the first time I've seen such a big fog!" ..... In a blink of an eye, the second class is over. I went out for an activity and sniffed it gently with my nose. What's the smell of fog? Gently, gently. It's a bit like perfume sprayed on girls, but the fog is still so thick. The opposite teaching building is still a little vague, not as majestic as before, and there is a layer of gauze floating on the vast outer playground.

Until the afternoon, the fog has not dispersed, but I hope so, because today's fog is so beautiful and unforgettable!

The foggy weather is very serious recently. At first, we had to run and exercise every morning between classes from Monday to Friday. Because of the foggy weather, the daily running exercise has also been cancelled. In foggy days, many pedestrians on the street wear masks, fearing that smog will be sucked into the lungs and affect their health. When can China get rid of environmental pollution and smog?

It is foolish to develop economy and destroy the environment at the same time. The earth is everyone's home. If the earth's environment is seriously damaged and the ecological balance is broken, then people's homes will no longer exist. Haze is also a manifestation of serious environmental pollution. Haze is very harmful to people's health. Many experts say that smog is more harmful to people than SARS. Haze directly harms the human respiratory system, especially the lungs. Secondly, smog will also hurt people's hearts. Studies have shown that particulate pollutants in smog weather may lead to human myocardial infarction. Thirdly, smog weather hurts people's skin. The skin is exposed to the outside, which is the first place to contact with smog, and it is also the place that has been exposed to smog for the longest time. Therefore, it is more important to clean the skin in foggy days. Finally, smog can also harm our brains. When there is haze in PM2. 5 Increase 10 μ g/m3, and human brain function will age for three years. This study also gives us a better understanding of the harm caused by smog.

In foggy days, protective measures must be taken to reduce outdoor activities. Try to bring a mask that can prevent smog particles when you go out. The most fundamental way to solve smog should be for everyone to protect and care for the environment. If we continue to destroy the environment, the smog will be more serious in the future, and people may not be able to live on the earth. Let's take good care of our home earth!

One morning in late autumn, I went to school by light rail. I got off the light rail and suddenly saw a blur. I looked up and saw that it was a lovely fog.

Fog is like a beautiful girl. She carefully lifted the white gauze skirt and gently covered the whole earth with that layer of white gauze. In an instant, the light rail station, the road, the high-rise building and the residential area are all out of sight, and everything is white. The misty white gauze skirt floats in the air, which is beautiful, just like my heart is dancing. I just looked as if I had entered a wonderful fairy tale kingdom.

You see, the slender wicker has become silvery white, just like silver bars hanging on the treetops; Castle-like towering buildings, as if soaring into the sky, add a bit of mystery and grace; Ordinary Mercedes-Benz cars drive slowly, as if enjoying this charming foggy world. I met many classmates along the way and couldn't see my face clearly. I just saw them walking in a hurry, so I also accelerated the pace of walking.

Before I get to school, Fog may be tired of playing, or miss his mother. She put down her white gauze and went home. In a blink of an eye, tall buildings can be seen, classmates and teachers can be seen, and Jinshan Primary School can also be seen. Ah! The whole world woke up, and the sun stretched itself, revealing a red smiling face and emitting thousands of rays. I said softly in my heart, "goodbye, fog!" " "

Nature is really amazing. It brings lovely fog to this world and brings us beautiful enjoyment!

In the morning, I open the window, yeah! What a heavy fog! The morning mist covers the earth tightly, without a crack. The nearby garden is like a thin layer of white gauze, vague, giving people a mysterious feeling of "not knowing the true face of Lushan Mountain". I'm trying to see the world in the fog, and what about the fog? Like a doll catching a fan for you, hiding, flickering.

Look! That little red flower, set off by the fog, is not bright at all, with red in white. White flowers are looming in the fog, and golden stamens are looming like little stars, making the vast fog more beautiful. Birds are full of "clearness, lightness and beauty", and a breeze blows in, blowing the fragrance of flowers and plants into the garden, giving the whole garden a faint fragrance.

Houses flying in the distance are like fairy pavilions in Qionglou. You can't see the top of the mountain. Everything in front of me is shrouded in a hazy morning mist. The sun rises slowly, only a blush is seen in the fog, and a faint red light is emitted in confusion. Ah! The fog in late autumn is like a fairyland in a fairy tale. Some people like heavy snow, some people like drizzle, but I like charming fog.

Early in the morning, I walked out of the house and found it was a charming foggy day. Thick white fog enveloped the whole world, and distant trees, flowers and green grass loomed before my eyes. I took a few steps forward, and the fog seemed to move to both sides to make way for me. The fog is not as spectacular as the heavy snow, and there is no lingering light rain, but it is very gentle. Like a beautiful girl, she wrapped her body in a layer of white gauze. Gradually, the sun rose and the fog gradually disappeared. The mud on the ground is wet, and there are countless glittering pearls on the leaves of flowers and green grass, as if they were gifts left to the earth by charming fog. ...

I am fog, illusory fog, and all corners of the country are my home. My mother is a broad-minded mountain. I surround her and surge around her. I decorate the green hills with dreamy tenderness.

I am quietly changing my shape: like cotton, like a bird, like a flying ribbon. I melt my transparent white in the monotonous green of mountains and rivers.

Sometimes, I go for a walk in the city and wrap her tightly. People and things in the city are covered by my giant screen. You can't see him and he can't see you. I set up a maze in the city for them to grope in. The car opened its big orange eyes and looked through my milky white body. And I, with a big pocket in my hand, put most of their lamps in my "treasure chest", leaving only some remaining lamps to find a way out for people. I jumped lightly on the asphalt road, leaving small wet footprints. I smiled happily, blowing sparkling bubbles from the corners of my mouth, which landed on people's eyelashes and turned into sparkling pearls. I am immersed in the joy of practical jokes.

Grandpa Sun didn't like my prank and patted my little head. I grimaced and grabbed Grandpa Sun's beard, accompanied by the breeze, looking for the next pick on me.

I am a fog, a free fog, and there are worlds where I can play everywhere. I'm unpredictable. When I put on the veil, I am like a dream. I quietly filled with flowers and danced beautifully for Dashan's mother. When I put on cotton wool, the blue sky and clear water in people's eyes will form a milky white world. Only I can create this unique scenery.

Come on, dance with me! Because, I am the fog. ...