Write a composition in the stream in front of the door

1. There is a stream in front of my house. The stream is crystal clear, and different colors will appear in the stream from morning till night. How beautiful! In the morning, the stream keeps ringing like a small alarm clock to remind me to get up! The warm sunshine shone on the water, and the stream turned into a pale yellow ribbon.

Small fish come out to bask in the sun, and some huddle together in small groups to chat and walk. There is also a small fish holding a small umbrella to block the sun, as if afraid that the dazzling sunshine would burn its white and tender skin.

At noon, the strong sun shone directly on the water, and the stream turned into a golden ribbon. In the winding stream, there are several beautiful lotus flowers floating on the water.

Under the care of the sun, the lotus leaves stretch and the small fish hide under the lotus, making the stream more vivid and beautiful. In the evening, the setting sun shines on the water, and the stream is like a shy little girl wearing a crimson skirt and playing beautiful music.

The little fish poked its head out from under the lotus leaf and looked around as if looking for bad guys to attack everywhere. It was a long time before it swam out of the water quietly and enjoyed the beautiful scenery.

At night, the moonlight shines on the water, and the stream immediately becomes a silvery white ribbon. At midnight, the stream is still ringing, forming a beautiful lullaby.

I fell asleep in this beautiful lullaby. Ah, what a beautiful stream! You grow up happily with me and become my good partner.

I like this beautiful stream in front of my house.

The stream in front of the door is a stream in my hometown.

In spring, the stream jingles like a affectionate girl humming a beautiful song. In the crystal clear stream, fish swim leisurely in the stream, making people stop to watch. The stream flows to the center, and there are several big stones, which are black and shiny. The impact of the stream and the splash of water add a bit of interest. The banks of the stream are covered with wild flowers, red, yellow, blue, white, purple and colorful, weaving a colorful wreath for the stream. The weeping willows gently shook their long hair and danced with the stream. The stream in spring is full of vitality.

In summer, the stream is more charming. The stream is shining with the sun, and the water surface is shining like a star. The children went to the stream to pick up stones and then threw them into the stream. The stream splashed with water, and "pearls" were sprinkled on both sides like flying beads and rolling jade. On rainy days, rain frogs "sing" in droves. At this time, if you come to the stream, you will only hear the sound of "quack". That's the rain frog singing the Summer Symphony! Frogs rise and fall regularly. The stream is also happy, with dimples on its face and laughter. The stream in summer is beautiful and charming.

In autumn, the stream becomes a quiet little girl. Flowing quietly and slowly. It is neither lively in spring nor charming in summer. However, she is also unique. When the yellow leaves fall, the stream catches them and lets them drift. Leaves slide on the water like golden boats. The fish also sank into the water, probably cold! The stream in autumn is very quiet.

In winter, the rising mist is like a gauze mask of a stream. Why doesn't Xiaoxi show his repaired face to others? Shyness, or ... this reminds people of a seemingly mysterious realm. The stream sent to heaven is extremely mysterious.

I love the mountains, rivers, flowers and trees in my hometown, but I love this stream in my hometown even more! This winding stream has been gurgling in my heart. ...

The stream in my hometown

There is a stream in the west of my hometown village. Slowly flowing eastward, if you stand on the top of a high mountain, it looks like a green ribbon tied around the waist of the village.

I miss the clear stream flowing from behind my hometown and across the fields-colorful pebbles in the stream and gorgeous spring, summer, autumn and winter by the stream.

In spring and March, the stream looks particularly clear and bright. Colored pebbles and happy fish are obvious. In particular, the flowers by the stream are in full bloom, and the grass is also flourishing at this time. The spring breeze gently brushed my cheek with her gentle hand, as if those flowers and plants were waving to me at this time.

The biggest bud by the stream is the wild lily in bud. Open so gorgeous, lovely, full of vitality, vivid image, stubbornly growing in soil without fertilizer.

In September, Woxi is more beautiful. Clusters of dandelions on the river bank, with white velvet seeds, are flying in the wind. The maple leaves in the distant mountains, which were full of red leaves a few days ago, suddenly fell to the ground, and some fell on the stream and died with the water.

In winter, it will snow on the stream in my hometown.

Snow is like cotton wool, snow is like reed flowers, and snow is like dandelion velvet, fluttering in the air under the wind.

This stream is light green in spring, green in summer, light green with yellow in autumn and clean green in winter. There is a little mature temperament in the cuteness of this small stream, just like me. ...

The gurgling stream has taken away my childhood years, and the ancient stone bridge on the stream is engraved with my deep memory, with as many stories as maple leaves.

There is a stream in front of my house. The stream is crystal clear, and different colors will appear in the stream from morning till night. How beautiful!

In the morning, the stream keeps ringing like a small alarm clock to remind me to get up! The warm sunshine shone on the water, and the stream turned into a pale yellow ribbon. Small fish come out to bask in the sun, and some huddle together in small groups to chat and walk. There is also a small fish holding a small umbrella to block the sun, as if afraid that the dazzling sunshine would burn its white and tender skin.

At noon, the strong sun shone directly on the water, and the stream turned into a golden ribbon. In the winding stream, there are several beautiful lotus flowers floating on the water. Under the care of the sun, the lotus leaves stretch and the small fish hide under the lotus, making the stream more vivid and beautiful.

In the evening, the setting sun shines on the water, and the stream is like a shy little girl wearing a crimson skirt and playing beautiful music. The little fish poked its head out from under the lotus leaf and looked around as if looking for bad guys to attack everywhere. It was a long time before it swam out of the water quietly and enjoyed the beautiful scenery.

At night, the moonlight shines on the water, and the stream immediately becomes a silvery white ribbon. At midnight, the stream is still ringing, forming a beautiful lullaby. I fell asleep in this beautiful lullaby.

Ah, what a beautiful stream! You grow up happily with me and become my good partner. I like this beautiful stream in front of my house!

4. Composition describing scenic spots [Composition describing scenic spots] The stream in my hometown reminds me of my hometown, so I have to mention the stream flowing in front of my house to describe scenic spots. When I was a child, I often thought that the reason why our village is called Changgou (the stream in our hometown is a ditch) may be because of it, because it is very narrow. But it goes through both sides of the village. This stream has always been my childhood paradise. I like quiet and solitude. Whenever I am free, I like to squat down beside it and watch the clear stream flow slowly. Because many times the water is shallow, I can clearly see some small fish swimming in the water. I like to feel their carefree, but sometimes I throw a stone jokingly. Scared them to flee everywhere. I like to watch crabs crawl under water. After running for a certain distance, they will stop, as if scouts were observing the movement around them. At this time, if you move a little on the shore, it will be scared to speed up, run to the grass beside the stream and hide until it is quiet again. Some places on the bank of the stream are covered with aquatic plants. When bored, it always likes to stir gently with a slender branch. I always feel that there must be a lot of lovely and interesting things hidden in those gaps. However, apart from occasionally scaring a few crabs, frogs or lobsters, there is really nothing new. So I started filming some little guys patting on the water. In fact, I never knew the names of these little guys. They have slender bodies and slender legs, and when they jump on the water, the lightness is exciting. This kind of heart makes me love them more and more. The way to love is just to slap-think about it, there are thousands of poor little lives who died in their own hands. The stream flows quietly in front of the door all year round. Most of the time, I think it belongs to me alone. But in the busy farming season, especially in the irrigation season, the adults in the village pay special attention to it and even cherish it. From the east to the west of the village, a water pump will be set up almost every other distance. The rumble of tractors spread throughout the village. However, people, including me, don't feel noisy, because as we all know, everyone is grabbing water to irrigate their fields in order to have a good harvest. In the process of grabbing water, there are often many contradictions. Because the water in the reservoir could not flow downstream at all, it was pumped away. Therefore, many people in the west of the village will protest. There have even been incidents in which organizers fought with the upstream masses. The village leaders have no choice but to stipulate that each production team only needs a few days' water consumption on average from the east to the west of the village. After those days, they can no longer pump water on both sides of the river to prevent water shortage downstream. Middle school students wrote a composition describing scenic spots. In this way, every member of the production team will irrigate their days day and night. Or slowly fill your own private pond. Moreover, the production team leader often sends people to the upstream to secretly check whether there are people stealing water in his upstream ... Whenever I think about these, my heart is sour, especially when I see some production teams fighting for water, many people are quarreling or beating their heads off. The stream has become the mother river of our village at this time, but if it is still alive, it certainly doesn't want to see these tragedies. From then on, I inadvertently saw the chaotic side of life and was a little disappointed. So, in many days, where there is a dispute, I just want to escape far away and keep my own world alone. I have been away from my hometown for many years, and I will always go back in my dreams. The cement road is very depressing, and the Metasequoia beside the road is old and flustered. Only the green in the crops still makes me happy ... or, it doesn't want to enter the dream of a lover who accompanied me since childhood, and then leave silently without saying goodbye? The stream in my hometown accompanied me through many quiet and lonely days. Now that I think about it, I really should be grateful. Maybe it's because I've been with it for too long, so I have a pure and clear heart. It just makes me fall in love with simplicity and calmness, and at the same time makes me accustomed to loneliness. This brought endless troubles to many days in my later life. People who long for love should not get used to loneliness any more. I shouldn't let my heart still be immersed in loneliness. Love needs companionship and warmth. Stream, stream, is there anyone like me who likes to accompany you quietly, crouch beside you and watch you flow slowly? .

The composition of the stone bridge in front of grandma's house seems to miss the good times of childhood. Although many years have passed, I still can't forget my past life with my grandmother.

Grandma used to live in a low old tile house. A stream flows slowly in front of the hospital, and a flat stone bridge connects the two ends of the stream. In spring, weeds stretched out their arms and flowers poked out their heads in the cracks of the stone bridge.

Standing on the stone bridge, I silently feel what "spring is full". Grandma walked slowly across the stone bridge hand in hand with her broad and rough hands.

I am on the bridge, looking down, my grandmother and I are taller and shorter. In summer, grandma finished her work and sat on the stone bridge with me.

I catch lobsters with bamboo poles and thin wire, and grandma catches bugs with a big cattail fan. I forgot how hot it was in those summers. I only remember the cicada singing in the tree next to the yard, and I can still remember grandma's kind smiling face at that time.

I believe there will be a happy smile on my face at that time. One summer night, my grandmother and I sat at one end of the stone bridge, and at the other end, crickets enjoyed the cool with us.

The chatter came and went, adding a bit of beauty to the quiet night. A cool breeze blows gently, and I lean on my grandmother and look up at the Altair and Vega in the distance.

In a blink of an eye, autumn passed, the weather became cold, and the stream slowly flowed. Winter has officially come, and life around the stone bridge is much less.

Grandma is busy knitting me a scarf so that I can put it on before it snows heavily. I lie prone on the windowsill and keep looking at the stone bridge.

As soon as it is covered with snow, I can go out to play. My wish has finally come true.

There was a heavy snow on the solstice of winter. Piles of snow piled up on ridges and stone bridges.

I put on my new scarf and ran into the snowy world, jumping and looking back at my grandmother. She stood under the eaves, smiling.

Inadvertently, I caught a glimpse of her rubbing her frozen hands ... It has been many years, and the scenery around the yard has changed several times since grandma moved away. Stone bridges still stand at both ends of the stream, and deep cracks are like wrinkles on grandma's face.

Looking at it, I seem to see grandma's weather-beaten face again. Every time I recall, I really want to go back to my childhood and let my grandmother hold my hand again and walk slowly through the stone bridge in front of my grandmother.

6. The stream at the door laughed out 500 words. In spring, the stream is drumming, like a affectionate girl humming a beautiful song. In the crystal clear stream, all kinds of fish swim leisurely in the stream, making people stop to watch. The stream flows to the center, and there are several big stones, dark and shiny. The collision and splashing of streams add a bit of interest. On both sides of the stream, wild flowers are blooming. Woven a colorful wreath for the stream. The weeping willows gently shook their long hair and danced with the stream. In spring, this stream is full of vitality. In summer, this stream is more charming. The stream was sparkling by the sun, and the water was shining like a star. The children went to the stream to pick up stones and then threw them into the stream. The stream splashed and scattered "pearls" on both sides like flying beads and rolling jade. Every time the frog is high and low, it is very regular. The stream is also happy, with dimples on its face and laughter. In summer, the stream is beautiful and charming. In autumn, it becomes a quiet little girl. It flows quietly and slowly. It is neither lively in spring nor charming in summer. However, it is also unique. When the yellow leaves fall, the stream catches them. This stream is very calm in autumn. In winter, fog is like the veil of a stream. Why doesn't Xiaoxi show people her repaired face? Are you shy, or ... It reminds people of a seemingly mysterious realm. The stream sent to heaven is extremely mysterious. I love the mountains, rivers, flowers and trees in my hometown, but I love this stream in my hometown even more! This winding stream has been gurgling in my heart.

7. How to write a composition in front of my house in the third grade? My home is in the Woods. There is a stream in the Woods and a small house next to it. That's my home.

Every day, the stream is full of fresh air, and small fish swim around in the water conservancy, as if telling their happy mood.

At night, they (small fish) returned to their respective "homes", the stream gradually quieted down, and there were no birds singing in the Woods.

The bright moonlight enveloped the surface of the stream and became sparkling; Frogs croak under the pine trees beside the Woods; There are still many bugs ringing, and I really want to write a happy symphony. The ripples on the stream have been wading quietly in front of my house, very quiet.

The next day, the sun came out and everything revived, even the small fish in the stream jumped up. Birds in the forest are singing loudly, and the stream seems to be "active". The forest became lively, rabbits jumped out of the forest, monkeys swung around in the trees, cicadas chirped "cicadas" in the trees, and many small animals also came to this "early morning party". A few friends and I rested on the big stone in front of our house, watching all this, watching, listening, smelling and touching all this.

At noon, the sun is shining and the forest becomes very quiet again. I only heard cicadas chirping in the trees, insects chirping in the grass and the sound of running water in the stream. All this is simply wonderful and unexpected.

In the evening, all this began to change again. The Woods are "lively" again-when the sun goes down, they "ring" cheerful, exciting and harmonious symphonies, and we can't help but "jump" with the rhythm of "music" and are full of unspeakable happiness. ...