Descriptive composition

Descriptive essay part 1

My beautiful hometown-Langfang, it is like a shining pearl, embedded in the Beijing-Tianjin corridor, the changes in Langfang. Residential communities such as Xinhua Plaza, Connaught Garden, Blue Water Bay, City Point, Arcadia, and Huaxia Garden are rising from the ground. But who would have thought that those places used to be crop fields and bungalows?

On both sides of the streets in the city, there are many places for leisure and entertainment, such as Century Square, Times Square, Cultural and Art Center and many other large and small squares.

The construction of modern roads such as Aimin East Road, Guangyang Road, Jinguang Road, Xinkai Road, and Outer Ring Road has made travel more convenient for the citizens of Langfang City. People's lives have become more colorful with the development of cities and the improvement of people's living standards. There are various study classes for literature, art, etc., and anyone can learn what they like.

Do you still remember the smelly ditch that runs across Langfang from east to west? It can also be said to be Langfang's "Longxugou", but it has now become the longest commercial pedestrian street in the country. The total length from First Street to Fifth Street is 3.2 kilometers. From east to west, there are many shopping malls and supermarkets such as New Oriental Building Materials City, Jinlong Furniture City, Hongchang Electronic City, Gome Electric City and Jingkelong.

The changes that have taken place in Langfang in the past few years are obvious, because all men, women and children in the city know what Langfang was like before and what Langfang is like now, so let us work harder Let's build this city into a scientifically advanced city! Descriptive Composition Part 2

At my aunt’s house, there is an American short-haired tiger cat named Laifu. He has gray and white tiger stripes, pointed little ears, a pair of golden gem-like eyes, a small pink nose, a three-petal mouth, and a few small fangs "hidden" in his mouth. He also has four sharp claws, it would be terrible to be scratched by him! The skin will burst and bleed immediately.

Laifu is particularly naughty. A chicken feather and a small ball are his playmates. He ran around with the ball in his mouth, and from time to time he put the ball down and played football with his paws, like a football player in the cat world.

Laifu is particularly squeamish. Every time Auntie wanted to pet the puppy Zaizai, Laifu would jump onto her lap and stretch out her paws to drive Zaizai away. It was as if the aunt belonged to him and he wanted her to pour all her love into him.

Laifu is also very greedy. Every time the aunt puts the cat food on the plate, it will immediately rush up and take the largest plate for itself, but leave the smallest plate to the other kitten Qianjin, and start eating like crazy. . After eating, I went to bed with satisfaction.

Laifu, who is both naughty and greedy, is our treasure. Descriptive Composition Part 3

Everyone is familiar with small animals. I am a smart and cute little turtle.

I have a pair of very small eyes, a shell like a rugby ball, and a short tail. I crawl very slowly, I can only crawl a few centimeters a minute. When I compete, I We will all lose because I climb very slowly, but I have an advantage. When I encounter danger, I can shrink my head into the turtle shell, so that predators like them cannot eat us.

I remember a fairy tale called "The Tortoise and the Hare." A long time ago, there were many animals in a forest. They had to run. The tortoise crawled very slowly and the rabbit ran very fast. The rabbit thought: The tortoise crawled so slowly. If I sleep and run again, I can still win the championship. Then the rabbit sleeps. After catching it, the little tortoise crawled and crawled, crawled and crawled, until it reached the end. When the turtle reached the end, the rabbit woke up, and the rabbit went home in shame.

One time, a person took my brother and I to a fish tank. I quickly swam, and I forced my brother to have no place to live. My brother had an idea and jumped on my turtle shell. I couldn't fall no matter how hard I fell, my brother seemed to be saying: "If you give me a little space, I will come down."

In the end, my brother and I became that child’s pet, and that child became my master. We were happy every day as the master. Descriptive Composition Part 4

Different colors have different meanings, but what color should be used to represent the summer solstice? Is it blue that symbolizes dreams, green that symbolizes hope, or red that symbolizes happiness? I think there are many answers, but one thing is certain - the summer solstice is colorful; the summer solstice is changeable. So, in the hot summer, I experienced the unique scenery of the summer solstice. ——Inscription

Bright sunshine, blue sky, cotton candy-like clouds, blooming lotus flowers, cool river breeze and the sound of gurgling water, crisp frogs and cicadas seem to say " Summer is here, summer is so beautiful.” All of these are unique scenery to the summer solstice. Only in the summer solstice can there be such beautiful pictures that make up the colorful life.

I experience the life of Summer Solstice step by step. Every moment, every second brings me a different feeling and a different scene. The lotus flowers and lotus leaves in the pond set off each other, it is a beautiful picture, but I can't find the right words to describe it. I was deeply attracted by its beauty, and I didn't want to leave for a long time, so I just admired its beauty quietly.

There was suddenly no sound around, and everything in the world seemed to be like me, quietly admiring its beauty...

It was raining in the sky, but this did not make me want to leave. Instead, I wanted to stay and see how it bloomed its charm in the rain. Sure enough, the beauty of the lotus cannot be concealed. Under the dark clouds, the lotus looks even more beautiful. The surroundings were dark, except for the lotus, which bloomed with its vague yet bright white light. Just like a pearl, it can still shine in the dark. The rain tries to crush the lotus because it is jealous of its beauty. However, this move did not destroy it, but added more light to it. The rain on the summer solstice is always sudden, coming and going quickly. In the blink of an eye, Father Sun's face emerged from behind the dark clouds. The sky and clouds became what they were before. All things become more beautiful after being baptized by rain. My soul has also been baptized by the rain. In the air, a voice came saying: "Feel everyone, everything, and every item with your heart. You will find a unique beauty and find that life is beautiful and simple. The beauty is the most beautiful. Remember, you have to feel it with your heart. "I suddenly understood why everything is so beautiful in my eyes at this time, because I am appreciating it with my heart.

Leaving the pond, I came to the lawn next to it, found a good seat, lay down, and looked up at the sky. In the lens put together by the index finger and thumb, you can see the beauty of the blue sky. Royal blue sky, haha, my favorite royal blue. It displays its beauty vividly in the sky, combined with the soft white clouds, wow! What a beautiful picture. In a daze, the sun seemed to be smiling. That was also true. Such a beautiful picture, the beauty unique to the summer solstice, why didn't there be any reason for people to smile? Unconsciously, the corners of my mouth began to rise. A friend on the side said: "To be honest, your smile is really beautiful." I listened and laughed so hard that tears came out of my eyes. Suddenly, my friend's face appeared in my "lens". She put her hands on her waist and said to me like a shrew: "Why are you smiling? To be honest, you'd better smile for me every day. Look at you." You look like someone owes you millions. Do you understand?" I ignored her anger and said, "I can see the sun in your eyes, so warm." She was stunned. Yes, I was deeply stunned. Who can easily see the sun in other people's eyes? She stepped out of my lens and stayed with me quietly, admiring the blue sky that I loved so much.

After seeing enough, I stood up and my friend spoke again. She said, "You girl, you always say something touching." I laughed, just a smile. Time passes minute by minute, and my life in the summer solstice becomes beautiful and colorful because of my smile. At this time, I just want to tell you one truth: "The end of summer has not come yet, please continue to smile." Descriptive Composition 5

Missing, missing, finally, a trace of warm wind arrives , Xia is coming towards us.

Everything is full of vitality, the mountains are more majestic, the water loves to jump, and the sun’s face is red and smiling all day long.

< p> The weeds are trying their best to absorb nutrients and grow upward. The sunlight makes the green leaves look shiny. People sit on the benches and talk softly, fearing to disturb the green elves. Delaying their growth.

Summer flowers are in full bloom, vowing to show their best and most passionate side. Peonies, roses, hibiscus, and peonies are competing to bloom the reddest and most colorful. Compared with the intoxicating fragrance of the flowers, only the clear lotus slowly released the unique fragrance of a gentleman. The butterflies and bees were so busy that they bumped into each other and fell into the flowers. Laughing loudly. The wind blew gently, and the intoxicating fragrance of flowers drifted farther and farther along with the melody of honey.

Cicadas seem annoying, but think about it, people in cities have many things to do. There is endless work and endless classes. The children also have endless classes and endless homework. Listening to such a "symphony" is really annoying and makes me feel even more impatient. He is also a noble gentleman who lives on a tall plane tree, singing non-stop every day and every night, and drinking morning dew. How can he be like the insects that wallow in the dirty mud and eat rotten leaves? They are both annoying and quiet. They are always sung and recited along with the sound of children reading loudly in the school.

Rain is the most common thing, it always falls and stops for a while. The sky was clear just now, but suddenly it became cloudy and thunderous. Just like the little girl's mood, it was always changeable. The adults didn't like the rain because they thought it was too fast and too dense, but the children didn't. As soon as I got the chance, I ran in without taking an umbrella. I just picked a big leaf and put it on my head. I wore my big rain boots and stomped into the big puddle. I slipped and fell without getting angry. , and laughed. The friends also laughed and "accidentally" fell into the water one after another. You know, the children would not end until their stomachs growled. , but I have to be excited and worried for several days. After all, with my messy hair, dark face, muddy shoes and socks, and that "black peach", I will always get scolded when I get home.

Summer is always lively and hard-working, and it is the happiest time for children.

Xia Tian is a naughty and lovely child. He laughs, plays, makes trouble and has all the freedom.

Xia Tian is a girl with contradictory personality and changeable emotions. She laughs heartily when she wants to, and cries heart-wrenchingly when she wants to cry. She goes straight to the point and never drags her feet.

Summer loves tranquility, like an elegant old man. When everything fades away, her night-like tranquility is revealed, leading us to appreciate the meaning of life! Descriptive Composition Part 6

The cicadas outside the window have been chirping all summer, and the sun has been singing, hanging high in the sky. Inexplicably, the weather has started to get hot, very hot, very hot. And the sun seems to have no hesitation.

This beam of sunshine melts those frozen memories.

At that time, we sat on the steps that were neither high nor low and stared blankly at the sky every day, talking about the most innocent dreams, dreams without impurities. The dreams at that time were pure. It was just like the blue sky at that time, a deep and simple blue. You said that your dream is to be an astronaut, travel in space, and explore the blue. It’s so simple, isn’t it? Who else would say that so brazenly now? No more. I admired you very much at that time. So you asked me, what about you? I smiled, thought about it, and said I wanted to be a doctor. You opened your eyes wide and looked at me with an envious expression and said, "Angel in White, I admire you very much, so I didn't expect that I would become your "idol" that day.

Time flies, and the dreams we had when we were children have become impossible delusions, and we are silent.

You said you wanted to be an astronaut, but you found out you were afraid of heights. I said you wanted to be a doctor, but you found out you fainted.

So we went back to the steps where we used to sit down and have long conversations when we were kids. The steps had also changed. They were no longer concrete steps that hurt your buttocks when you sat on them. Instead, they were made of marble, smooth and flat, and we believed Look at it and smile, haha, the steps have grown up.

I think it’s funny when I talk about it. Why did I have such lofty dreams when I was a kid? It was better to be a kid, there were no “problems” and I lived a comfortable life. You laughed and said, isn't it pretty good now? It's not that you don't have dreams, it's just a little simpler.

Simple? Can simplicity be used to describe us now? Can't. The answer is no. Definitely no. When I was a child and didn’t understand anything, my dreams at that time were the simplest, right? Now that people have grown up and know more things, nothing is pure anymore, so what is the point of being simple?

Midsummer, noon. The sun is scorching hot, and sweat is flowing down your forehead, cheeks, and back like a "storm"... Do you remember? This is a metaphor you used in your composition. At that time, you were criticized by the teacher. She said that sweat could not be described as a violent storm! I remember it very clearly, do you still remember it? It was a day in June, and just like today, your clothes were soaked with sweat and you stood blankly at the door of the office.

Now, you can find any reason to contradict the teacher from anywhere. We have all grown up, haven’t we? At that time, we could only lower our heads in front of the teacher and have nothing to say. That is the purest version of us. After countless midsummers, we have grown up, and our heights are rising like the temperature in every midsummer! In fact, I thought about the realm of thought. Haha, isn’t this what you said to me too? I laughed again, and you laughed too. This step has been "baked" by the sun. Our skin is tanned, so you point your uncorrected big white teeth to the sun and say, if you can, tan my teeth! We laughed together.

But we still grow up, and we can’t go back to the innocence, so let’s be like this, then say——

Goodbye to our childhood. Descriptive Composition Part 7

I am a mirror, a mirror that sees everything; now, everyone believes in me, supports me, and regards me as a god. At first I just adjudicated some small cases and used myself to decide right from wrong. Slowly, my status became higher and higher. Some major cases also use my decision as a reference. In fact, my decision is the standard. Later, more and more things happened, and I hated these trivial things to annoy me. I have eyes like a god, and I can see into people's souls. I shouldn't be just such a tool.

I am a mirror, I am who I am, I can reflect everything and change everything; that day, while I was still napping, another group of people came and brought a weak person, who was said to be a murder suspect. I mustered up my energy and just glanced at him, I saw a scene of him raising a knife. "You don't need me to tell you everything, it's very simple." He was taken down and should have been executed, but he kept shouting injustice, huh, could I be wrong?

I am a mirror, my judgment is accurate, and I am called the "eye of God", but I am still wrong. wrong! I suddenly understood that he was innocent. It was just a small evil thought on his part. He did not kill anyone, and he did not have the evil soul of the murderer... At this time, a man came over, and his evil soul filled my heart. Eye. "Thank you, 'Eye of God'; I killed the man, but you made him a scapegoat, but I don't think you will tell it? That way no one will believe you anymore." I was speechless.

"I actually have something to ask you about. I'm going to run for king soon.

As long as you reflect the dirty soul of the current king, I am righteous, and I can become the king. At that time, I will make you the real 'Eye of God', with the highest rights and the highest status." < /p>

“But the current king is pure and kind!

"Then it's not up to you to have the final say?!"

"...Let me think about it!"

I am a mirror, I can reflect Other people’s dirty souls. But my soul has...; the plan was successful and the current king was ousted because of my deception. That person took his place, with my help of course. He gave me a high status, but his greed and cruelty quickly aroused public anger, but everyone felt that it was their own fault, because the "eye of God" is always right, and the "eye of God" is always right. "Told us he was the best. That's it, until one day...

I am a mirror, just a mirror; the people finally couldn't stand his cruelty. Their uprising drove the man away, and they began to doubt me. They brought an ordinary mirror to see the soul of the "Eye of God". Looking at that mirror, I was shocked. That dirty soul...it's not me...it's not...no...I am broken, my body is broken, my heart is broken, and my soul is broken. I have always only seen other people's souls, but never my own. I tend to see the faults in others. But he never saw his mistake! By now I have realized this truth, but it is already too late. Descriptive Composition 8

Someone will ask: "Besides your parents, who else do you think is the greatest person in the world as great as them?" At this time I will say: "There are also Engineers of the human soul—our teachers. “Teachers are hardworking gardeners who irrigate the rain and dew of knowledge for us. The teacher is a guiding light, guiding us and lighting the way. The teacher is the bright candle, lighting himself but illuminating us. The teacher is a selfless spring silkworm, pouring out the silk containing knowledge. Teachers are the broad arms that give us caring support when we are helpless. The teacher is the safe handrail on the stairs, allowing us to climb to the level of success step by step.

Who cultivated you? Who educated you? It's a teacher. It is also the teacher who helped us in our growth. When we don’t understand a question, the teacher teaches us how to understand it word by word and lets us know how to think when we don’t understand. When we are hurt, the teacher asks us how we are doing with concern and lets us experience love. The warmth.

The teacher is like a hard-working gardener cultivating these young flowers like us; the teacher is like a bee, although he works hard every day, he still works tirelessly; the teacher is like a lush tree. A piece of green leaf as green as emerald is us, and the teacher's kind smile can be seen on each leaf; the teacher is like a good medicine, curing our disease when we drink it.

What does a teacher look like in your mind? It may be serious or kind, but there is only one purpose: for our future. If the teacher is serious to you, please don't think that the teacher doesn't care about you enough, because the teacher is stubborn; if the teacher is kind to you, please don't think that the teacher is afraid of you, because the teacher respects you.

Teacher, thank you for your love for us, thank you for your attentiveness to us, thank you for your hard work for us, thank you for your persistence in us, thank you for your guidance, thank you. Thank you for your constant illumination, thank you for your most charming smile, thank you for your hard irrigation, allowing us to thrive, thank you for your support, allowing us to climb to the level of success, thank you for your constant companionship, thank you... …

Teacher, I admire you, and I can’t explain why I have such admiration. But I know in my heart that today is your holiday and you come to teach us. Teacher, you are a hard-working gardener who selflessly and fearlessly "prunes and trims leaves" for us young saplings. Teacher, you are like a tall and tall tree. No matter it is windy, raining, or the merciless sun is shining, you always stick to your position and never relax at all. Teacher, you are like a mother, caring for us children all the time, teaching us cultural knowledge and the principles of life. So kind, so kind.

Everyone’s shining years are decorated with teachers. Countless youths are full of passion through their careful guidance. Countless dreams become reality through their help. Countless souls are set sail by them. Carefully crafted and ambitious! In the land of China, countless epic and touching deeds write the glorious chapter of teachers throughout the ages. The teachers around us may not shine in China, but they must be equally great!

The tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop; the child wants to be raised but cannot be kissed; the child wants to respect the teacher and just say goodbye. Listen to the teacher's voice. Is it a little hoarse? Take a look at the teacher’s lunch. Do you feel a little bit chilled? Touch the teacher's hand. Has the chalk already melted into it? From now on, be your teacher’s lemon tea in summer and hot coffee in winter.

The teacher’s love for us is selfless, the teacher’s love for us is like maternal love, and the teacher’s love for us is meticulous.

I believe that as long as we study hard, make progress every day, and live up to the teacher's expectations of us, we will definitely be able to bring glory to our motherland when we grow up!

No words can express our gratitude to you. I wish you, teacher, that your smile will always be maintained. May you not be too tired and have a good rest. May your career go well and may you be in good health. May you be in good health, may you shine like a star, may you be filled with peaches and plums all over the world! Descriptive Composition Part 9

This rain comes at the wrong time. It has just started and the rain can’t wait to come. The rain fell very densely, softly and thinly. The rain started falling without our knowledge.

I stood outside the classroom and saw the sudden rain and didn’t know what to do. I frowned and looked at the sky. It’s over, I didn’t bring an umbrella. Oh, forget it, I have a hat! Run back later.

Under the leadership of the teacher, we left the school. We lined up and walked down. Many students were picked up by their parents along the way. Some parents scolded their children for being careless and indulgent. Alas, my mother is probably still working. You don't have time to pick me up, it's okay. Hasn’t it been the same for so many years?

I raised my head and walked towards my home in the drizzle. In the distance, a slightly fat figure walked towards me. Dimly, I felt like she was alone. Gradually, she was getting closer and closer, okay? ! Mom is so here. "Mom, you..." Before I could finish my words, my mother gave me an umbrella in her hand and said, "Hurry up, it's a little late..." .." "Mom, have you got off work?" "There's still an hour left. I asked my boss for half an hour's leave. Please hurry up and go home to do your homework..." Mom asked. Just to give me an umbrella? Besides, it’s not raining very hard! ? "I..." Just as I was about to say something, my mother gave me a few words of advice and then turned to where I was working. Under the illumination of the light, my mother's figure seemed to be a little curved. She seemed to be much thinner than before, and her hair seemed to be much whiter under the light. A song sounded in my ears: "Where has the time gone?" ? If you don't take a good look at you, you are getting old..." Look at my mother's back in the light, so lonely and old.

My mother's back gradually turned into a dot, and finally the dot was no longer visible. There seemed to be a warm current moving in her eyes, and finally, it streaked down her cheek...

The first day of junior high school :Forgetting means losing one’s heart