Composition: the most beautiful

No matter in school or in society, everyone has the experience of writing a composition and is familiar with it. Writing is a narrative way in which people express the relevant knowledge, experience and thoughts stored in memory in written form. Do you know how to write a good composition? The following is my composition for you: the most beautiful, I hope it will help you.

Composition: The most beautiful 1 I would like to be one of countless snowflakes.

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Taste the charm of autumn and step into the maple forest. When you step over fallen leaves and pick up an intoxicating red leaf, you may be moved. It is this maple leaf that makes this maple forest.

I once fell in love with the magnificent palace and indulged in the magnificent landscape, even if it was only a moment's memory. The world is often the same. Love the grandeur of the atmosphere but ignore the tiny beauty. However, the philosophy of life gives us such a revelation: the smallest detail is the most beautiful.

Everyone is just a traveler in time. Like a sad sunset, it will set off infinite sadness. Last time, I was disappointed with the insignificance of my life. But do you realize that the seemingly cold afterglow has touched you and given life its final beauty and dignity? It was just a cold sunset forgotten by people, but it ignited your life with its tiny power at this time.

You can ignore a grass under your feet, but you can't erase their struggle. We have no time to care about these weeds, so we forgive ourselves, but we don't know how many days and nights they have to be baptized by the sun. In spring, the earth is beautiful because of them. I am cold, and I really want to introspect my ignorance and vulgarity. I despise them. At this moment, I was conquered by tiny beauty.

I don't want to imagine what the isolated world is like. Maybe it's unthinkable at all. It would be a tragedy if everything existed only because of itself.

I just want to imagine snowflakes flying all over the sky in winter. It brings me a pure beauty, sweet and refreshing. Maybe I will have a chance to meet another self in this refreshing snow season, on the blossoming snowflakes.

They are destined to live only for a moment, and this is fate. The lingering of passers-by is irreparable. Beautiful figures fall into the sky in an instant, and winter blooms wonderfully for them. Their youth became beautiful and meaningful in a short moment, leaving a long time in my heart.

I would like to be one of countless snowflakes.

Small but calm.

The quiet beauty in life is a long-flowing water. It is not a sensational surprise, nor a thrilling shock, but an ordinary and deep-seated touch.

But the most beautiful ...

Composition: the most beautiful 2 began to recall those fragmented fragments and found that all the bits and pieces in my mind were met.

I have begun to blur the picture of meeting you. I only know that the sun was just right at that time, the breeze supported the coast, and the leaves were scattered in your brow. Alienated smile, as deep as your obsession, peach blossom circulation, in fact, you and I can not let go of the fetters. That summer, I saw you squatting on the console table, your slender wrist tracing a little on the white paper. It turns out that that elegance and autumn are not worthy of your beauty.

It is said that memories are a ship that is not full, and we swing around on the swing to pour memories on the other side. I remember that year when we sat together and wolfed down our food regardless of the image, and then I pointed to you without changing color and jumping, crying and sighing, leaving you with a string of silvery laughter lingering in my ears. It turns out that the eagle is flying in the sky, and the ivy has never gone far.

At sunrise in the Western Hills, we cross the horizon of youth and the waves of the sea, and listen to your vows of "facing the sea and keeping bloom warm in spring", and then sketch out the future silently tomorrow. There, we will stand shoulder to shoulder, hand in hand, and on the sandy beach with green trees and white sand, our steps will be connected, engraved in that soft place, watching the sunset together, so that the sun can pull our figure longer and longer. Perhaps the vows of the seas run dry and the rocks crumble are not as good as our silence.

There is room and clear water in my heart. The past and the present are tied together, and I thought of you when I first met you. Your short hair is shoulder-length, your eyes are full of stars, and the fine print is like your beautiful face. These are all compiled into a small poem, just to commemorate our beautiful meeting. I vaguely remember the wind blowing Lily of the Valley and Nanjie Store. With a flick of your right eyebrow, you swallowed a complete steamed bread.

Every year before the birthday, red lips whisper, asking for gifts all fall in the sky, white clouds are lingering, and the sky is lonely. Your oranges have changed in the past, and apples can sleep peacefully, which will help you sleep at night. Light painting scrolls, everything is tender, and the heart is like a rock. "I only frown when I sink my heart." How light years away, I began to miss those fleeting moments. When I plunged into a bottle of beer, two people sucked the foam on the top floor with their heads, tasted the freshness for the first time, made the bitter taste stimulate the taste buds and nasal cavity, and then smiled at each other with red eyes regardless of the image, as if everything was buried in the image. One is indifferent to outsiders to protect the most silent self, and the other is a girl who is happy or worried or happy or sad in front of me, like a delicate embroidery, which makes people unable to open their eyes.

This summer will be the end of the moment, trying to capture those feelings that are about to disappear. The broken Lafite ring is deeply buckled between your fingers. It turns out that forgetting is such a difficult thing. No wonder so many people live and die in memories and don't want to walk into tomorrow soberly. Between heaven and earth, you are the most beautiful love letter I have ever written.

Composition: the most beautiful three delicate roses, slender Clivia, elegant peony flowers ... and I think there is one kind of flower that is the most beautiful, and her name is "warmth".

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I went to see my grandmother that day and was ready to go home after dinner. It is almost eight o'clock. Walking on the road, the dark sky is smooth and flawless, with no stars and no moon. On the ground, neon lights are flashing, and the trees beside the building and roadside are covered with colored lights, which are really beautiful. The street lamps are arranged neatly, and the lights are clear but psychedelic. The wind is light and cold. People who blow are very comfortable.

My parents and I are a little sleepy and don't want to walk home. "Take a taxi back?" Dad suggested. "Very good." My mother and I echoed.

When I reached the intersection of the sidewalk and the driveway, my father reached for a taxi coming this way. But up close, there are already passengers on the bus. "It's already taken." I muttered to myself. Dad had to wait for the next bus. After a while, another taxi came. Although it opened in the opposite direction to our residence, there was no one inside. Dad held out his hand again and the driver didn't stop. "It may be inconvenient to turn around." I think so, too. Taxi after taxi, Dad held out his hand again and again, but he didn't stop a car. It is getting late. I looked up at my watch, and the pointer was close to half past eight.

The evening breeze is no longer comfortable in the body, and the chill strikes, making people grab the collar. The lights in roadside buildings dimmed one by one, and the trees were green and gloomy. The neon lights are still flashing, but the line of sight is blurred. The lights in the street suddenly feel so cold. Is it true that although the city is prosperous, the countryside is not warm after all? "Wow-wow-"Only the sound of ruthless cars passing by.

"Why is there no taxi?" I asked my mother anxiously, but my father reached out and greeted the passing taxi without any hope ... Unexpectedly, the taxi passed by.

At this moment, a red car drove in front of us and saw that we seemed to slow down and slowly came towards us. I saw the window slowly rolling down. What you saw was a dignified and beautiful big sister in a red sweatshirt. The beautiful and elegant Qing Li had a beautiful smile like spring on her face. In a pair of bright eyes, I can feel her tranquility, elegance and enthusiasm ... just like a vibrant red sun. I can't help but think of Tie Ning's Girl in Red, which is warm and lovely. "No parking here. Go to other intersections. " Her voice is kind, warm and beautiful. "Thank you!" The elder sister smiled, and the red car gradually accelerated and disappeared into the traffic.

Look up at the road sign that I accidentally forgot before. It really says "No Parking".

According to the elder sister's suggestion, we changed the intersection and went home by car soon.

Opening the bedroom door, I came to the balcony. I don't know when a bright moon hangs in the treetops. The bright moonlight covered the earth with a silver gauze skirt and shone on the balcony, making the flowers more charming. Sprinkle it in front of the window, it's a little cool, and it's mixed with a little fragrance at night, which is refreshing. The neon lights outside are still so colorful that the whole city is quiet and warm. Everything is so beautiful and full of hope.

Who says that a bustling city lacks the warmth of human nature? I don't know where the elder sister in red comes from, and I don't know her name, but her smiling face as warm as the spring breeze has always remained in my mind. I know that in this city, there are many warm, kind, simple and beautiful people like the big sister in red. Let's sow the seeds of this civilization together! Let the warm flowers bloom all over the world! ! Colorful! ! !

Composition: The most beautiful in the park 4. Several banyan trees hang down their long beards and sway leisurely. The wind ripples in the dark green pool water, rustling sand …

A crunchy wheelchair grinds leaves. who is it? I followed the wheelchair and saw a young man pushing it. There is an old lady in a wheelchair, dressed neatly, with a serene face and a smile on her mouth, which is very harmonious. Who are they? I couldn't help running over curiously.

To get down the stairs, the young man turned the wheelchair around, slowly let the big wheel behind the wheelchair go down first, and then let the small wheel in front go down slowly. Finally, when he reached the flat ground, the young man wiped a sweat and asked the old lady in the wheelchair, "Mom, do you feel bumpy?" If so, please tell me! "

The old lady quickly waved her hand: "No,no."

It turns out that they are a mother and son!

The son breathed a sigh of relief and pushed the old lady around the square. The wind seems to be singing and rustling for them. ...

While pushing the old lady, the son said, "mom, look, how white and beautiful the lilies were at that time!" Look, it's all over the sky, how like a little star! " That's Chinese rose, smell it, how fragrant it is ... "My son gushed, and the old lady watched, watched and smelled it with a happy smile on her face. My son talked and talked all the way ...

The wind messed up the old lady's hair and rolled up her skirt. The son squatted down, smoothed the old lady's skirt, combed his hair and removed some turf fragments. He took off his coat again, put it on the old lady and said, "Mom, the wind is strong, let's go home!" " The old lady nodded, so the son pushed the old lady's wheelchair farther and farther. ...

The wind continues to blow and rustle, and the dark green pool water continues to ripple round and round. ...

Composition: The five most beautiful spring, summer, autumn and winter, like four magical actors, create the most beautiful picture.

Spring has come, how beautiful it is! This is a season of spring returning to the earth, and everything is revived. Snakes, bears, frogs ... All these animals stopped hibernating and climbed to the ground to enjoy spring. In spring, birds are singing, flowers are blooming, grass is sprouting, swallows are flying back to nest, and spring has restored a colorful atmosphere to the earth. Even the spring rain and the spring thunder keep coming to announce the spring for us. Spring is a good season for sowing. The farmer's uncle is taking advantage of this good season to start sowing, and there will be a good harvest in autumn.

In spring, there is no heat in summer, no coldness in autumn and no cold in winter. And spring is a spring full of vigor and vitality. This reminds me of our mother, who is like the earth. When she gave birth to us, we had life. When spring comes back, it means that everything has to start all over again and all life has to start all over again.

People love spring, because this beautiful spring gives people a new beginning, new harvest, new life and new hope.

The hot summer is coming, and the sun is like a freshly baked sweet potato, burning the earth red and hot, even letting go of all kinds of small creatures: people sweat like rain, dogs spit out their tongues all day to dissipate heat, making a haha sound, and flowers are tanned like bones. Everyone is wearing short-sleeved shorts and holding fans, but they can't resist the power of the sun.

The trees changed from bare to thick. In the green of the garden, adults are sitting under its armpits playing chess and chatting, while children are jumping around it. Cicada in the tree is also busy singing contest. The whole park is full of sweet insects. "gee! Hey! " "Ah! At first, it was the sound of this tree. After a while, the insects on the tree began to sing, forming the sound of nature in the summer afternoon.

When you come to the seaside and look around, the waves are like the magnificent spectacle when Xianglong appears. Some people are playing volleyball, some are building sand castles and some are sunbathing on the beach. The whole coast presents a harmonious scene. When you are tired of playing, you can soak in the cold and cool sea water. Feel comfortable. This is really a great enjoyment of life!

Speaking of summer nights, people will definitely think of the starry night sky and the white Milky Way ... what a beautiful artistic conception. When the night comes, you may wish to look up and savor the feeling of bathing under the stars, and you can also find a different style of summer!

In hot summer, besides enjoying the cool, playing with water and watching the stars, it is also a good choice to do what you want while blowing air conditioning indoors. Summer is a hot and terrible season, with frightening typhoons and thunderous thunderstorms, but it also has a good side after all. It makes everything in the world full of the breath of life, makes trees grow more luxuriantly, and the day is longer than the night, which is the embodiment of light.

Autumn is here, how beautiful it is! Chrysanthemums are proudly in full bloom, red, yellow and white ... red is like fire, yellow is like gold, and white is like jade. Their shapes are different, some are naughty and lovely, while others are solemn. It's amazing. We should learn the positive spirit of chrysanthemum. ...

Autumn is the harvest season. Look, there are many big and red apples hanging high on the apple tree in the orchard. The grapes on that vine are big and purple. It looks really mouth watering. The two pomegranate trees are covered with red pomegranates, and their bellies are bulging, and some of them are bursting. It seems that they heard some funny jokes and laughed. Pomegranate seeds with thin skin are white and red, shining like pearls. Put it in your mouth, it's sweet and delicious.

The fields are full of harvest scenes: cotton is as white as snow, cotton branches are covered with peach-like cotton, and dozens of flowers bloom on a tree, bending the cotton branches; Rice is as thick as chopsticks; Heavy ears of grain nodded frequently; Full of sorghum red like fire. ...

Autumn is full of coolness and a breeze, which makes people feel that winter is approaching step by step. Autumn is also the time when leaves show their charm. At this time, an autumn wind blew, and the leaves on the tree put on golden evening dresses and danced romantic dances in pairs. They left good memories at the last moment of their lives. ...

The breath of winter quietly came to the world, and he blew the whole world into powder. He blew the snow like goose feather, he blew people's love for winter, and the happy atmosphere filled people's hearts.

"ah! What beautiful snow! " I can't help crying from the bottom of my heart! Looking up at the rustling snowflakes, I opened my mouth to stop the fluttering snowflakes. Pieces of cold snowflakes turned into water drops and flowed down my cheeks, which made me feel the cold beauty of winter. It is beautiful, beautiful but not empty, so it makes people relaxed, beautiful and moving, and makes people intoxicated in this snow scene.

Finished learning, wow! What a magnificent snow scene! After the snow, the earth is wrapped in silver everywhere, which has become a crystal fairy tale world. Rows of trees proudly bloom with "silver flowers" full of trees, shining with moving white light under the sunlight. I am reluctant to part with the fairy tale of snow, but many delicate silver bars hang down from the bare willow branches. It's really "like spring breeze, night comes, blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees"! Different from pear flowers, silver bars seem to have a spring scenery again, just like the sound of dulcimer. Jade chips falling in succession reflect the colorful sunrise and dress up this wonderful world. The magpies on the branches are also intoxicated by this vivid snow scene, and stop for a long time, just like a handsome man flying high. Gradually disappear from the white world. Snow is beautiful to me, but more precisely, it is a "toy" for many children. I have snowball fights, snowmen, skiing, etc ... I can't resist the temptation to participate in the snowball fight competition in our hospital, and a fierce snowball fight competition is about to begin.

I love this beautiful spring, summer, autumn and winter, and I love this most beautiful painting even more! ! !

Composition: the most beautiful 6 for everyone, memory is the most precious, it is the most beautiful in the world.

Recalling the past, warm and moving pictures, innocent smile, like a stove, gave me warmth and strength.

"Oh, school is over!" A wonderful voice came. I remember this was the happiest moment when I was a child. I jumped up and ran to my dear mother and couldn't wait to tell her what happened at school today.

Go home, leave it alone, turn on the TV and sit on the sofa. "Really, comics are advertising again." "You little guy watch TV all day," my mother pointed at me and said unhappily.

At this time, a little boy about my age appeared on TV. He quietly hid outside the house and watched his mother wash his grandmother's feet. So he also learned from his mother's appearance, went to get a basin of water and took it to his mother's bedroom to wash his feet …

Seeing this, I remembered the homework assigned by the teacher. So, I took the basin, went to the bathroom, took a basin full of water and waddled to my mother's room. He ran to the kitchen again, pulled his mother's clothes and pulled her into the room. I smiled and said to my mother, "Come on, mom, sit down and I'll wash your feet," but my mother said to me, "Stop it, I have to cook." No way, I pulled my mother to bed, took off her shoes, then slowly put her feet in hot water, looked up and smiled and said to her, "Is it hot?" Mother didn't speak, just shook her head, but I found her eyes slightly red. I quickly lowered my head and carefully washed my mother's feet.

My mother's feet are a little shy, and I dare not play with them. Several tiny marks clearly caught my eye. This is the hard evidence left by my mother after her efforts for me. I cleaned them carefully and slowly, then dried my mother's feet with a dry towel and put on my shoes. "Mom, wait a minute, I'll get some water," Mom said with a smile. Until now, this smile is still clearly printed in my heart.

I found that even if I do a small thing for my mother, my mother will feel happy. Therefore, my mother's bright smile will always be the most beautiful memory in my mind!

Composition: the most beautiful 7 There are many beautiful people around us: there are unknown sanitation workers; There are selfless people's teachers; There are also soldiers who defend the country ... In my eyes, the most beautiful person must be my mother. This is because although she looks ordinary, she has a kind heart.

I remember once, I found a money order and a courier from her wallet and sent it to Yushu Prefecture, Qinghai Province. These two commands suddenly made me understand something:

Why sometimes she buys a lot of stationery and schoolbags at a time and gives me nothing?

Why did she buy two pink cotton-padded jackets for the Spring Festival and finally gave me only one?

Why sometimes she suddenly buys books that I don't understand and don't need?

I tried to ask my mother, but at first she refused to admit it and wanted to hide it. When I took out the two "hard evidence", she was speechless and told me all about it-two years ago, she happened to know that she could support children in poor mountainous areas, so she registered without hesitation and became a sponsor of a Tibetan girl she had never met.

From then on, I will pester my mother to take me to every donation and shopping. When my mother writes to Zhuo Ma, I will write to her, too. With our support, Zhuo Ma has been promoted to Grade 8, and my mother's image has become higher in my mind.

Although my mother didn't make much contribution to the country, she did her best to get a girl who was facing dropping out of school because of family poverty to return to school. In this way, my mother became the most beautiful person around me, and I am proud to have such a mother.

Composition: The most beautiful summer passed quickly, and there was a heat wave in the air. The sultry weather always makes people uncomfortable, and they are always sticky. The ground always feels melting, which is very uncomfortable.

I hate to come out in this weather, but I can't help it. I must go to the bookstore to buy books to study, otherwise I can't do my homework.

The sun stung my skin. If it weren't for the shade, I really didn't want to go on. Even the little ants didn't dare to take a green step.

At this time, I saw a group of workers working hard on the construction site in the distance. They are under construction, and there are excavators, jacks and other large machines. I admire them very much. In order to make our city better, they are working hard under the scorching sun. Their skin is tanned, some are shirtless, and some are wearing towels around their necks. I'm sure they must be very hot and tired, but this is their task. In this hot summer, there is no carelessness. They have done too much for this city. We should all thank them for their contribution to this city.

They are the most beautiful people in this city. With them, our city has become more beautiful!

Composition: the most beautiful 9. Staring at the TV screen and listening to the song "Who is the most beautiful person in my ear", I want to know who is the most beautiful person, the most beautiful mother, Wu Juping, the most beautiful driver, Wu Bin and the most beautiful teacher. I am very confused. Must I buy the most beautiful with my life and health? I didn't understand until I saw Walking with Beauty. ...

What is the most beautiful?

The most beautiful is ordinary, beautiful is kind, beautiful is dedication, beautiful is responsibility, beautiful is instant.

What is beauty?

Kindness is beauty, honesty is beauty, knowledge is beauty, and pragmatism is beauty. ...

A warm current passed by and lingered in my heart for a long time.

"Grandpa, these things can be thrown away. They are old and can no longer be used. "

Hearing this, grandpa frowned, and his big hands, which were rougher than rags, clung to the worn-out furniture and muttered in a low voice, It's a pity to throw it away.

"Grandpa, our family is not short of money. When it is old, we can buy a new one. "

Grandpa paused, said nothing, and then dragged those old furniture into the warehouse.

I clearly remember the winter of that year. I was about ten years old. At that time, I didn't expect warm spring in bloom, but heavy snow.

After the heavy snow, I went out to deal with the northwest wind. Whether your fingers are as thick as radishes or blue with cold. But he always has a cold and happy smile on his face.

Later, I saw grandpa go out with a shovel. I don't know what grandpa looks like in other people's eyes. But at this moment, it seems to me. He is really thin and his hair is a little white, but he stands straight and looks particularly energetic. The face is full of scars carved by years, and the teeth are smoked black and yellow, and are sparsely set in the mouth.

The snow on Renmin West Road is thick, but it is not as clean as the pure land at home. The snow on the road has been baptized by hundreds of people and is filthy. Passers-by who come and go only look at the snow and sigh. Unexpectedly, grandpa began to shovel snow in that "panorama". Grandpa was so thin that the trees on the roadside were bent like grandpa. Before long, Grandpa cleared a "black avenue".

The villagers also followed grandpa's example and joined the snow sweeping war.

I stood quietly and waited for a while. See black and white shadows interweave impermanently, and sky and snow interweave people. Afterwards, I followed my grandfather home. I asked him like a curious baby, "Grandpa, what is this?"

Unexpectedly, after listening to it, Grandpa told me one by one with a straight face: "Grandpa is party member, and serving the people is our aim. Why not, for the sake of practicality. "

At that time, I didn't seem to understand, but now I want to come to grandpa, which plays an irreplaceable role in my growth. I am like a small tree, and my grandfather is like a stake. Everything I say and do will benefit me for life. It also makes me a helpful and practical person. Life is beautiful everywhere, who is the most beautiful? It is you, it is me, it is his "beauty" that makes us walk with beauty.

Composition: The most beautiful one is 10, where there is a crystal clear lake;

There are towering peaks;

There are fresh and elegant flowers;

There is a beautiful name-hometown.

"The lake and the moon set each other off, and there is no wind mirror on the pool surface."

After Chu Qingyu, the lake was sparkling, reflecting the sunshine and dazzling. Dewdrops rolled down from the leaves and rippled. At the end of the lake, there is a flowing river. From a distance, it is like a silver belt, floating gently. It sang a happy song and ran away happily.

"Looking at the mountain side into a peak, the distance is different."

The peaks of my hometown, some towering into the clouds; Some ups and downs; Some are answered by the breeze; Some are set off by white clouds. The biggest feature of the mountains in my hometown is strangeness. Look at this one, like an eagle, flying freely in the air; Look at that one, just like a frog, looking up at the sky and thinking about life; Look here, a "soldier" stands straight; Look, a group of children are having fun. Such a mountain view is like a fairyland.

"Xiao Hegang showed sharp corners and stood on his head for a long time."

Summer has just arrived, and the mud is full of lotus leaves. No matter how dirty the mud is, the lotus leaf is still so beautiful and moving, without any dirt. Soon after, a beautiful fairy appeared in the mud-the lotus bloomed. Although they are "born with hardships", they are still working hard for their ideals. Aren't they beautiful, too That's why I like them.

"Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February."

Autumn is bleak, but autumn in my hometown is not. The leaves fell, not because I was worried about insufficient nutrition, but because I wanted to become a dancing butterfly and show my beauty to everyone. Animals hibernate, not because they are afraid of the cruelty of winter, but because they want to use these months to get enough energy and have more fun in the coming year. Autumn in my hometown is not sad, but the most charming season.

There are no rows of tall buildings here;

There is no deafening noise here;

There is no turbid air here;

Here, I have a name haunting my mind-hometown.