Use the sun to write an essay

1. A short diary describing the sun

The sky is full of red clouds and the sea is full of golden waves. The red sun is like a furnace of boiling molten steel, spurting out with dazzling golden light.

In the morning, the sun shows half of its face shyly like a new daughter-in-law who has just left home. The sun has set, and its extraordinarily strong light shoots out from the treetops, dyeing the white clouds and the green mountains into blood.

The sun slowly penetrated through the clouds, revealing a face that was already flushed, looking at the earth like a shy little girl. The bright sunshine passed through the gaps between the leaves and through the morning fog, filling the campus in wisps.

The sun was lower, blood-red, and a broad light wave on the water was dazzling, stretching from the edge of the ocean to the edge of the boat. The sky was dyed blood red by the setting sun, the pink clouds were reflected on the flowing water, the entire river turned purple, and the sky seemed to be on fire.

In spring, the sun is warm. It stretches out its big warm hands and caresses people's whole body. The spring breeze blew away the clouds and mist, and the sun smiled happily, spreading warmth and brilliance over the lake.

The scorching sun hung high in the sky, and red light shot to the ground like a rocket. The ground was on fire, reflecting the flames of boiling oil. I didn't dare to look up at the sun, I just felt that it was dazzling everywhere. The sky, the roof, and the ground were all bright white, with a little red in it. From top to bottom, the whole thing was like a huge fire mirror, and every stripe was In the focus of the fire mirror, everything seemed to be about to burst into flames.

It’s late autumn, and the sun hangs lazily in the sky, like an old man dozing off with a smile on his face. The late autumn sun is like an orange-red lampshade, emitting soft light that warms the body and face.

As soon as the sun arrives in autumn, it shines all its light on the world. Look, the fields are golden, the grounds are golden, and the mountains are golden.

The sun in winter is as pale as the moon. The sun was surrounded by thin clouds, emitting a faint dazzling white light.

The sun works hard all year long, and by the time winter comes, it is exhausted and can hardly emit any heat. The warm sunlight fell through the dense leaves and turned into golden spots.

The towering mountains in the distance, covered with a golden coat under the sunlight, look particularly beautiful. The sunlight was filtered by the layers of leaves and leaked onto him, turning into a faint, round and gently swaying halo.

It was eight or nine o'clock in the morning, and the bright sunshine painted circles of golden and silver halos on the leaves. The sun shines through the thin clouds and shines on the vast white land, reflecting a silvery light that makes people's eyes dazzle.

The golden sunshine pours down and pours into the vast expanse of blue waves, making the monotonous and calm sea surface become a little colorful. When the bright red sun shines on the top of the mountain, the fog opens like a curtain, and the city gradually appears in the golden sunshine.

The sunlight piercing the clouds is like a golden thread, criss-crossing, stitching the light gray and blue-gray clouds into an extremely beautiful pattern. The sun has just risen over the mountain, covered by the bright red morning glow. The sun shines down from the gaps in the clouds, like countless giant dragons spewing golden waterfalls.

The golden sunlight shines through the gaps and onto the grass growing on the brown soil. The sky is as clear as blue, and the bright sunshine is shining down from the gaps between the dense pine needles, forming thick and thin beams of light, illuminating the tree shadows with gauze-like mist floating in the trees.

The sun's fiery smile made the hazy campus suddenly lift off its gauze. A purple-red morning glow appeared in the sky, like a blooming red rose.

The sun has just risen, full of energy, overflowing with red light, illuminating the whole world. The fiery red sun just broke through the sea level, giving the beautiful and tranquil sea a layer of rose color.

The morning sun shines its rays on the lake. The breeze picks up and the small waves jump, stirring up the lake full of broken gold. Suddenly, a red sun rose in front of us, and the golden light it shed was like golden whips, driving away the flying clouds and mist.

A red sun appeared on the sea, bright and dazzling. The sea and sky were suddenly filled with golden light, and the sea surface changed from dark blue to deep blue. The golden morning light gradually dyed the eastern sky red, and the high peak of Huangshan Mountain was dyed crimson by the brilliant clouds.

The sun showed its red face in the morning glow. In an instant, thousands of golden lights passed through the treetops and dyed the water surface with a layer of carmine. The morning sun began to rise slowly into the sky like a flat palace lantern. In an instant, it formed a round wheel of fire, rising high and spraying out thousands of golden blades, covering everything with a brilliant glow.

The morning sun is as big as the wheel of an oxcart, as bright red as molten iron, with gushing light, sitting on the ridge of the east, lifting the veil with your hands Like mist. The scorching sun burned his dark back until oil seemed to burst out.

The sky was clear, without a cloud in the sky, and the sun was making the noodles scalding hot. The scorching sunshine turned the sorghum red, steamed the maple leaves yellow, and scorched the road beside the mountain.

The midsummer sunshine is really like hot pepper water. There is no shade on the open street. The majestic and majestic mountain peaks are coated with a layer of gold by the scorching summer sun, making them even more steep and spectacular! The two beams of light from the scorching sun passed through the room, like two transparent golden ribbons, with specks of dust shining inside.

The branches and leaves of the tall poplar trees on both sides were coated with a layer of golden red by the setting sun. The snow stopped, and the setting sun gently pushed the clouds away, spitting out a faint pink.

The afterglow of the setting sun shines through the clouds and onto the center of the river, forming a flickering golden spot. The branches beside the road cut into the setting sun, continuously scattering the fragments of light onto the golden ground.

Half of the face of the setting sun has disappeared into the horizon, and dusk is coming with a cool breeze. The setting sun slanted over the western mountains, covering everything on the ground in a blur of rose color.

The red sunset dyed the river water into magnificent golden waves, and on the sea where the water and sky met, shaking like broken gold, a few returning boats floated. By this time, the setting sun had already set over the top of the mountain, and half of the sky in the west was burning like a big fireball with a blood-red sunset glow.

The brilliant and beautiful shadow of the setting sun casts on the river surface wrinkled by the evening breeze, scattering a large area of ??shiny, bright rose-red fine scales. The afterglow of the setting sun dyed the white clouds wandering in the blue sky red, and decorated them with shiny lace. These white clouds suddenly turned into the sunset glow of roses.

The sun pecked through the eggshell of the night, poked its head out, and looked shyly at the earth. At this time, far ahead, above countless mountains, a cloud of red mist suddenly appeared among the misty clouds.

Soon, a red ball emerged from the ocean. 2. A 500-word essay describing the sun

When the sun comes out in the morning, it is a magical thing that can bring warmth to people. It's the weekend and I plan to watch the sun on the balcony of my house.

In the morning, the sky has just brightened up and the sun has not yet risen. I can’t wait to go to the balcony and wait for the sunrise. After waiting for a long time, a little sunshine finally came out. After a while, the sun reached the slant edge of the sky, climbing up slowly like a red fireball. It climbed so hard that it seemed like it was about to fall down accidentally. After waiting for a while, the sun finally rose into the sky, sending out a strong The light is golden, like pieces of gold falling into the world.

At noon, after lunch, I came to the balcony. At this time, the sun had come to the middle, and the sun was burning the earth with its strong light. The sky was as clear as a blue, as blue as a huge piece of glass. Because the light was too strong, I had to wear solar eclipse glasses to look at it. I found that it was smaller than at noon and was moving toward the west at a slow speed. Dad said you shouldn't look at the sun for too long at noon, so I had to go back to the room.

In the evening, the sun gradually set, dyeing the clouds around us purple, red, light pink, and orange. It was really beautiful. After a few minutes, I looked at the sun again and found that the sun had hid in a home made of clouds like a shy little girl. Finally, all the sunshine disappeared. I said to myself: The sun has gone to another place on the earth and brought warmth to the people there.

Ah! The scene brought by the sun is so spectacular! 3. Write an essay on the topic of "the sun"

1 book is the most important part of my life and the sun in my heart.

Books are like friends. Books can call out the ancients from thousands of years ago and let them tell me stories spanning five thousand years with great affection.

Books can help me solve problems: when I encounter setbacks, "How the Steel Was Tempered" can give me courage and strength, making me as tenacious and optimistic as Paul; when I am upset, "Andersen's Fairy Tales" " will make me full of confidence and firmly believe that the ugly duckling will eventually turn into a white swan; when I get carried away, "Collection of Famous Quotes" makes me humble and alert, because "humility makes people progress, pride makes people fall behind."... No matter when, books They are all my trustworthy friends and the sun in my heart.

A book is like a teacher. It's always waiting silently for me to ask questions.

Even if there are a thousand or ten thousand questions, it never gets bored. Astronomy, geography, Chinese, mathematics, music, art... countless questions, as long as I find it, the book will give me the answer.

People say that teachers are like spring breeze and rain that nourish all things, so why not books? People say that teachers are like wax torches that turn to ashes, so why not books? I read it over and over again, and each book is bad after another. But when you and I needed it, did it ever complain? Year after year, like a good mentor, it solved my doubts one after another. Like the sun, it illuminated every corner of my soul. Books are like boats.

"The mountain of books has roads and diligence as its path, and the boundless ocean of learning has books as its boats." It is books that carry students who are eager for success to the other side of knowledge.

Books are the boat of mathematics, which make my thinking more sophisticated, and carry me to the kingdom of numbers; books are the boat of language, which make me knowledgeable, and carry me to the palace of literature; books are the boat of language, which make me knowledgeable, and carry me to the palace of literature; , is Noah's Ark, which makes me worry about the world and carries me to the paradise of peace. The book becomes more and more sacred in my heart, it is the sun in my heart.

Books are like fire.

Whether it is a child learning to talk or an old man reading at night, it always opens its mind and welcomes you warmly, ensuring that you return with a full load.

Books are a fire that never goes out, warming my life and illuminating my future. Books are like a sea.

As soon as you pick up the first book, you will find that the ocean has an end, but the book is boundless and all-encompassing. I would like to swim in it for the rest of my life without any regrets.

Books are like life. The book records the joys, sorrows, joys, successes and failures of the past and present people.

Books are the fire of my soul and the sun in my heart. You fill my blank life with colorful colors, you make my short life become eternity, and you make my ordinary life filled with the brilliance of the sun.

I love you, the sun in my heart - book! 2 When the grass shows in the spring breeze its vitality that is still vigorous after being burned by wildfires, we are ready to set off, rolling up the memories along the way into luggage and carrying them on our shoulders; when someone whispers over and over again When the immortal saying "Wildfire never burns out, the spring breeze blows again", with the helplessness of failing the college entrance examination and the sympathy of relatives and friends, we set out on the road, suffering and sadness showed their ferocious faces, "Who is afraid? A rainstorm will lead a lifetime." . "Strength is our last line of defense, a line of defense that will never fall... Spring always arrives as scheduled, and the grass breaks out of the ground under the first ray of spring light.

We came to a big river, holding the clear river water in our hands to wash away the fatigue on our faces. We stood up and suddenly found that the greenery spread from the river to the foot of the mountain, and stretched across the mountain. Further away... Looking back, I realized that we had passed through the biting north wind and gone through a cold and long winter. Because love is always burning in our hearts, we are not numb in the cold.

This love is a strong interpretation of life. We follow it to spring and regain vitality together with the grass! I don’t know how long we walked, and we came to a high mountain. The scorching sun burned our skin. Summer is here! In this difficult season, we look around and see the grass in the wilderness. These elves of life seem to be more tenacious after passing through spring, trying their best to bloom the colors of life, from emerald green to dark green, shining brightly with the wind under the hot sunshine... They are strong because of love. It turns out that the grass and the We also love life and pursue the ultimate in life.

What are the scars scratched by thorns all over our body? With our love for life, we passed through the obstacles and continued to move forward... The crooked branches of the old trees and the fallen leaves flying all over the sky remind us :Autumn is here! We saw the withered and yellow face of the grass in the wilderness. After a wildfire not far away, a piece of charred land was left behind. We were suddenly shocked: it turned out that the grass had been dormant under such charred and cracked land for a cold winter, and then it was ready for the next year. Start a new journey in spring! We are relieved, this is Xiaocao's feelings, this is the essence of life, and this is the true meaning of our love! I finally understand that life needs support and love, and strength is the unbreakable line of defense. The grass brings new life on the cold land with this line of defense, and our hearts are heavy. This time, we head towards winter without looking back! 3 Dear Mom: Hello! Today is Woman’s Day, and I sincerely wish you a Happy Womans Day! Thank you for your concern and care for me over the years. For me, you devoted all your energy to me. When I opened my sleepy eyes in the morning, the steaming breakfast was neatly placed on the table; in the evening , after a tiring day, you didn’t take any time to rest. You carefully checked my homework and took care of the housework. You even took out your sweater and knitted a colorful sweater for me with concentration. You even tiptoed into my "little world" late at night. "Caress my cheek with your rough and warm hands...Mom, you give me your love selflessly, but you don't care about yourself at all. What's more, you keep the house in order and clean it." Even the kitchen floor tiles are wiped spotless, and it takes a long time to find a stain. In addition to this, I have organized the bookstore in my "little world" in an orderly manner, and divided the beautiful and moving composition books into categories. It will make people feel happy. The laughing joke books are divided into one category, and the magical encyclopedia knowledge is divided into another category. After every meal, you always bring a plate of delicious fruit to my mouth. In short, your love is with me My eyes are meticulous and omnipresent. Mom, don’t worry, I will be a good daughter and repay you with my practical actions. Thank you, Mom! Wish you forever young and healthy! Your daughter: Ke Danning March 5, 2006 A letter to her mother Dear mother: You go out early and stay late every day. 4. Write an essay about the sun (800 words)

The sun in my heart

Ever since I saw you, I wanted you to be the sun in my heart.

The fragrant grass at the end of the world cannot compare with how long I miss you. The flowing water cannot compare with the long flow of my friendship for you. The light emitted by the sun in my heart expresses your deep love for me. Deep love! Your sunshine shines on me and makes me feel warm all the time.

A faint light began to gather strength.

Time passes quietly in the glorious days, and there are no traces of the past. The sun, moon, stars, and broken memories lie quietly where you and I look at the stars.

Now, I am squeezed into the track of life in the second grade of junior high school, and I still have your company. As time goes by, your face is covered with wrinkles. Mother, you are the sun in my heart. Have you ever grown old? I want you to know that you will always be the sun in my heart.

There are my dreams and hopes in the distance. The fragrance of the fruits makes me fascinated, and sweat and your company are indispensable. I study hard and want to succeed, and in this process, you always pay more than me. Waiting for my return after school, busy in the kitchen, I still remember these and will never forget them. It's because I remember too much that I know how good you are to me. I always want you to know that you are my sun in the next year, always shining with warmth.

Walking in the rain, love flows in my heart. On countless rainy days, you shuttled through strong storms and gave me that precious umbrella. It is a love flowing in my heart. I always want you to know that you are the sun in my heart, always protecting me.

Life is wonderful because of hope, and years are verdant because of hope. After countless failures, you will encourage me, let me not lose hope, and let me live in a world of hope. So I want you to know that you are the sun in my heart. Let me have a brilliant life, let everyone have wonderful times, and let everyone have lush years.

With your warm sunshine, I move forward on the road of life. Even if I fail, I still have you - mother! 5. A 300-word essay about the sun

In the vast universe, there is such a fireball. She is me, the sun!

I represent the sublime. On that sacred afternoon on March 24, 2008, in Athens, Greece, the Beijing Olympic Games torch was about to be lit. I shined it on the reflector, and the Olympic torch lit up in an instant. My light is the sacred Olympic flame. My light has always been represented as beautiful and sublime. Many literati have expressed their admiration for me with various poems. Apollo, the sun god worshiped by many people, doesn’t that refer to me? I am the sun, which means nobility. Nothing can replace my majesty in people's hearts. The magical power that touches people's hearts comes from me. I am composing the hymn of life that has lasted for billions of years.

I represent light. Every place on the entire earth will pass by my gentle figure, and there will be light wherever my light shines. After the darkness, the day comes, and the sun shines into the bedroom, blinding you. Feel it? This is what light feels like. The muscles and bones of the whole body will be relaxed, and the face will feel warm, and you will gain strength for the day at the beginning of the day. When you walk into the balcony and see me smiling at you, you will feel the presence of light. The sunshine I send is thin and broken, like soft cotton, walking towards you at a speed of 300,000 kilometers per second. Then the dust in the sunlight became soft and beautiful at that moment, and this also confirmed my brightness.

I represent hope. If you are in a prison, please don't be depressed. In the only window in the prison, there is a row of rusty iron bars. Is it me outside the bars? The ray of sunshine I sent is to give you comfort and strength, and the ray of light is hope. You can't live without hope, otherwise you will lose your life? In the no-man's land of Hoh Xil, the expedition team faced the ruthless storm but did not lose heart. They were looking for Lin Chai and the light of hope that could save their lives. Finally, without much possibility, the ice cube gathered the light of the sun, and a cluster of flames suddenly exploded. It was my fire that took these people's lives back from death, and this fire is hope!

The sun, the sacred pronoun of that ball of fire, is me

Is it useful (⊙_⊙)? 6. Scenery composition with the sun as the main theme, third grade primary school (300 words)

The sun is everywhere in all seasons, and it brings us all kinds of beauty.

Look, the grass is waving to us? Huh? Isn't it winter? Why are the grass sprouting? When I looked up, I realized that it was the sun that had appeared. The spring sun is like a shy girl. From time to time, it covers its face with its veil, leaving only a few beams of light outside to illuminate the earth.

The summer sun turned into an irritable boy. It released all the heat in its body and was just shy of spitting out fire. During the day, the sun was so bright that people couldn't open their eyes, and it was so hot that they seemed to be roasted: cicadas kept shouting: "It's so hot! I'm going to turn into a roasted cicada!" All life seems to be trapped by the heat, but the heat emitted by the sun has not decreased.

In autumn, the sun turns into a beautiful girl again. Delicately, she spread the light evenly everywhere, and asked the autumn wind to help the working people. Sometimes, she would catch a cold, and then she would go behind the clouds to rest. However, people miss her every day! So, she had no choice but to endure the illness and go to the sky, covering her face with a veil to prevent the heat from the fever from spreading too much to the ground, making the autumn very hot.

Winter is very cold, so cold that I don’t even want to go out in the sun. So, it stayed at home every day, sleeping and eating, and became very lazy. Occasionally, it is really boring and wants to go out and relax, so that the weather will be warmer.

Oh, another year has passed! The sun thinks that in a few weeks, winter will be over, and I will have to go on duty as usual, so I’d better go and sleep in!

Just as he was thinking about this, Taiyang, who was still eating, immediately put down his food and got into Yunduo's bed to sleep. 7. A collection of essays imitating "The Sun"

The Moon - imitation: Guo Guo On the sea, the moon jumps out of the sea water.

On the grassland, the moon pops out of the grass. In the forest, the moon is made by crickets.

In the village, the moon is called by the puppy. Oh, the beautiful night is illuminated by the moon.

Yesterday, Guoguo and I read children's songs in the Chinese exercise book. When we read "The Sun", Guoguo said that this children's song was very interesting and beautiful. She said she wanted to write a copy of "The Moon", so I became her full-time transcriber again. Haha, I am quite happy with this kind of good job! After recording, I carefully tasted Guoguo's works, and there are some parts that are worthy of praise: First of all, the words "jump" and "bounce" are used well in the first two sentences, which are vivid, appropriate, and vivid. A bit playful and lively.

We seem to see a clear full moon, like a naughty child swimming and playing in the sea, and suddenly jumping out of the water; and like a lively and active baby swimming in the grass. Playing a game of hide and seek...let us see the cuteness and agility of the moon. Secondly, in the last two sentences of the children's song, we seem to see the charming and quiet side of the crescent moon, which is curved like a sickle, hanging in the sky over the forest and village. 8. Composition about the sun

Maybe you have seen fish swimming in the shallow bottom and eagles striking the sky, so you feel satisfied; maybe you have heard of rushing waterfalls, angry slaps on shore rocks, and swords fighting. The iron horse neighs, so you think this is arrogance and domineering; maybe you have personally experienced the vast horizon of wildfires, and the wild publicity makes you think this is unparalleled! But your quick glance ignores the sunshine, the sunshine in their hearts.

It is the sunshine that supports the belief in rushing against the current, and it is the sunshine that initiates the yearning for blue sky and white clouds; it is also the sunshine that mobilizes the drum of nature, It is the sunshine that exaggerates the tragedy of the hero's hegemony; it is the sunshine that enriches the wild beauty that cannot be stopped.

All of this is due to one belief-----sunshine.

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The sunshine of raindrops is like dust, because it is spotty but not mixed, it has a unique wisdom, it condenses water and consolidates Qi, and falls with the wind to nourish one heart after another.

The sunshine in the blue sky is like white clouds, because it embellishes the paradise of dreams and releases the passion of the heart. The spaciousness and expansion arise spontaneously. I laugh and sigh at the joys and sorrows of the world. I sit and watch the love and sadness in the world. The sweetness and sourness are moderately rich. The unparalleled colors in life fade out from the white clouds.

The flowers are bees and butterflies in the sun, and they are wood elves like dragonflies flying among the flowers and under the leaves. The flying affectionate, the flowers are so proud and shy, so there are jade fingers to pick the flowers lightly, the little elf is so nimble, so the butterfly is born in the sky.

Because there is sunshine, so in the endless In the night sky, we waited for the warmth of the sun on the other side, so in our efforts, we survived one dilemma after another, including physical trauma! Under the care of the sun, the scabs have already fallen off, thus strengthening the body and strengthening the will.

Because of the sunshine, on the dim rainy night, the moist heart always looks forward to a little tenderness and a little warmth. So the lonely figure under the cold lamp stretched into a long line, getting rid of nightmares again and again, and the tears in my heart were endless! I found sustenance in the gentleness of the sun, so I strengthened my faith

You can see the faith in the sun, I can hear it, I care about it in my heart, and it is gentle between success and failure. Don’t be discouraged, don’t Compromise, just because of one belief-----sunshine. 9. Composition of "The Sun Comes Out"

Today, the sun finally came out after not seeing it for many days.

In the early morning, a soft beam of sunlight shone into my small bedroom. I got up and came downstairs, ah! The snow on the ground was somewhat melted, and water slowly flowed out from under the snow, making the surrounding ground wet, as if it had rained, but the places far away from it were still dry.

At noon, the sun hangs high in the sky directly above it like in summer. I sat in front of my house and basked in the sun. It was so warm.

The snow on the small roof opposite melted even more, and water fell drop by drop from the eaves, as if it was raining. In the evening, the sun is going back to sleep again, and beautiful sunset glow appears in the western sky.

At night, the weather was not as cold as the previous few days. The sun brought us. 10. Essay on the Sun, 400 words

The sun rises slowly from the east, and the whole earth is embraced by it. If it's winter, I'd love to feel her warmth at the moment the sun rises. It is best to lie on the withered but soft grass in a place with few people, waiting for the kiss of the sun.

I often write in my diary how much I love winter. Every cell in my body cheers because of the sunshine. This feeling is very comfortable.

However, I am in summer, lazily looking out the window, I can see the suffocating sun burning the already hot road. Although the lawn is green, there is no trace of spirit, and it is not as comfortable as the withered and yellow weeds in winter. I turned my eyes away and stopped at the commercial for frozen chocolate cream ice cream, feeling refreshed. It seems that imaginary scenes are often much more pleasant than real ones. Therefore, I often hide in my room to avoid the harsh summer sun. Looking at the dying weeds outside the window, I felt my own happiness.

Therefore, my wish is to become a member of the Arctic Eskimos. Cast a fishing net on the cracked ice, and then enjoy the fun of waiting for the harvest, while enjoying the blessing of the sun for free.

What a happy and wonderful life!