Excellent composition on sunny days

Excellent composition on a sunny day 1

The autumn wind is bleak, the fruits are fragrant, and before you know it, it is August 15th - the Mid-Autumn Festival. The popularity of the Mid-Autumn Festival began in the Song Dynasty. By the Ming and Qing Dynasties, it had become as famous as New Year's Day and became one of the major festivals in our country. Guo Qingxiang once wrote, "Only tonight, all the bright colors will be the same." And our family also had a lively Mid-Autumn Festival happily.

Early in the morning of the Mid-Autumn Festival, my grandma and I cleaned every corner of my house to welcome the uncles and aunts who came to reunite with grandma. The house became lively from the moment my grandma and I looked at each other, but the reunion without my parents present always made me feel uncomfortable. Since my parents left me to work in distant Beijing three years ago, my parents and I have only been reunited once during the Mid-Autumn Festival. Every year during the summer vacation, I can fly to Beijing to reunite with them for a few days like a migratory bird. Since then, I have gradually become less talkative, and my family members say that I have become introverted. Whenever I see the bright moon rising, I think of reunion, but how many times have I reunited with my family? Whenever I see my classmates reunited with their families, I can only look at them with envy.

Although I am not accompanied by my parents, I am still very happy with the care of my relatives and friends. On the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, my uncle took me to many interesting places. I still remember that the weather was gloomy that day. I was always worried about when the dark clouds would disperse and when the sun would come out. Sure enough, it rained lightly. How can there be a moon when it rains? How can I be with my parents who are far away from home? The attentive uncle saw that I was absent-minded and guessed what I was thinking, so he took me to the restaurant and ordered a lot of delicious food. There were some on the table that I had eaten and some that I had not eaten. Prawns fried with French fries, cold pig ears, Houttuynia cordata, eggplant stuffed with meat... My uncle kept adding vegetables to my bowl with chopsticks on the left and spoon on the right. At that moment, a warm current slowly surged through my heart.

After dinner, I returned home and listened to the sound of light rain in my room at night. My last hope of telling my feelings to the moon was shattered. I could only express my longing for my parents through a thick "wall" between the moon and the moon.

Although this Mid-Autumn Festival was cloudy and rainy, and I was not accompanied by my parents, I will always remember what the teacher said to me: "There is a kind of longing for close friends in the sea, and we are neighbors even as far as the end of the world! As long as we are each other Miss you, no matter how far apart we are, our hearts will always warm each other!” The teacher’s words are like a bright sunshine, bright and warming my life! Excellent composition on a sunny day 2

After a lazy stretch in the "morning", I saw a ray of brightness through the window - my father-in-law, you are out again! After "praising" the bright sunshine a few days ago, my face changed the next day, hey! What a compliment!

The afternoon sun, despite the cool breeze, still cannot resist the warm spring feeling. Counting the days one by one with his fingers, there are only more than twenty days left until Jingzhe. In the embrace of this spring breeze, bamboo shoots and bracken must be rushing to emerge, right? I like these little guys. When I see the footsteps of spring, they seem to express another kind of poetry and strength. At that time, it was the day of outing. Think about it, it has been a full year since the last bunch of azaleas. The little bits of red in the "vase" flash with pleasant red color, embellishing the room like a corner of a valley, full of vitality.

The warm days are just like the past, and I can’t help but think of my weekend in Fuzhou... What a cloudless blue sky, clear water, and deep mountains. Walking in the woods surrounded by greenery, you can always feel the embrace of nature and a little bit of comfort. Presumably, it is no longer just an oxygen bar in the city. In a way, without it, it wouldn’t be a city.

Think about the days in Jinshanjiao, the happy life of searching for azaleas and mulberries in the mountains, and you can feel the affection and nostalgia of the past and present. I also think of every time I climbed mountains, and the "mountain running" as "training". Those days may only be regarded as memories, and I search for them deep in my heart... From then on, mountains, flowers, and flowers became the pursuit in my heart. place to stay.

During my time in Fuzhou, I guess I went to Forest Park and Gushan quite a few times. Maybe this is a way to reminisce. I fall in love with this most primitive way of leisure, although it lacks the carefreeness and innocence, and the sour and slightly sweet mulberry as the result of the battle, but I look at the blue sky in the distance, waiting for the floating white clouds, and then Shouting loudly to the empty mountain and listening to the echoes from the deep mountains is enough to restore the lost memories and enjoy the tranquility of the world transcendently.

Father Sun, I look forward to your bright smile every day... Excellent composition on sunny days 3

The road to growth is full of thorns, although there are hidden hazes of unpredictable things in the world. The road to challenging myself is bumpy, but grit your teeth and persevere to finish the journey. When the road ahead suddenly becomes clear, there will be bright sunshine.

On Friday, I was sitting on a stone chair at school, with the sun shining through the gaps in the leaves and falling on my face. The autumn sports meeting was about to begin. The wind blew the leaves like flowing water, and the melodious songs of the birds rippled on the branches, but I had no intention of enjoying them.

It was my first time to run the 1,500-meter long-distance race. I had no confidence in myself at all. I held my class sign in my hand absentmindedly and listened to the list of athletes on the radio with my ears straightened up. The weather was a bit sultry, and beads of sweat rolled down my forehead one after another. It's early autumn, but it's not so hot yet. It's probably because I'm too nervous.

Standing at the starting point of the track, quietly waiting for the referee's gunshot, I felt so scared about the seven and a half laps. With the sound of a gunshot, the athletes ran forward like an arrow leaving the string. I understand that long-distance running of 1,500 meters requires persistence and endurance. If you run fast, you will not be able to hold on after half the distance. I still maintained the original running speed, but some people couldn't hold on anymore and fell behind one after another.

I moved forward at a steady speed, surpassing the fourth place, and I won! (Focusing closely on my own movements, pace, psychology, and the cheering of my classmates and teachers during the long-distance running process, I blended into the bright sunshine above my head for a delicate Presentation, the detailed description here is the core of this article)

Standing on the victory podium, thinking back to the haze that I just walked through, a different kind of wonderful place appeared in the play. If the sunshine The same bright heart,

In the evening, looking at the bright sunshine on the horizon, the same is true in my heart. I still remember those sunny days... (The last two paragraphs are inexplicable, they are repeated incoherently and have no theme. This time, the inspiration that 1500 brought to me and the sunny relationship are the theme of this article. Think about it carefully, choose a new topic, and then write the ending)