Writing a composition in Tangzha

1. An essay on an autumn outing to Tangzha Park

The flowers in the square are colorful, including yellow chrysanthemums, red chrysanthemums, and white chrysanthemums. There are flowers everywhere in the square. It is a sea of ??flowers, with models made of chrysanthemums everywhere.

We went to take photos with the soldiers holding the flag of the Revolution of 1911. We continued walking forward and saw the words "Centennial Memories", which were made of chrysanthemums and were used to commemorate the 100th anniversary of the Revolution of 1911. We took a photo there.

Continuing to walk forward, we saw a colorful peacock. The peacock's beak is yellow, the head and body are blue, the feet are yellow, and the tail has three colors, some are yellow, There are green ones and blue ones. We walked further and saw a giant panda. It was all black except for its face and belly.

We walked forward, and there were many flowers there, too many to count. After taking the photo, we left happily. 2. A 450-word essay on Nantong Tangzha Ancient Town

Turning over history, one’s gaze is fixed on 1978.

I heard from the older generation that the roads were very narrow at that time. Most people lived in bungalows and had to walk along winding alleys to get home every day. . There are stone paved roads everywhere in the alley, which is very difficult to walk.

Even food and cloth are provided by ***. After listening to what they said and looking at it now, I can’t believe that life was like this 30 years ago.

Looking at today, another beautiful picture is displayed in front of me: the roads are wide and flat, and high-rise buildings are lined up in rows. People no longer have to worry about food and clothing. My mother said that at that time, the only way to communicate was by writing letters.

In 1994, mobile phones were popular. The body was only slightly smaller than a brick. It was not only expensive, but also very inconvenient to carry. About six months later, PHS and mobile phones were launched. They were small and exquisite, and naturally lovable.

Now that we have computers, it is very convenient to send an e-mail and the other party will receive it within a few seconds; chatting online is endless fun; search on Baidu and it will appear in no time. The information I am looking for...it can be seen how rich and colorful our lives have become. In the blink of an eye, it has been a year since I graduated from elementary school.

When I passed by my alma mater today, I suddenly found that the playground had been changed into a plastic field. There were more flowers and trees on both sides of the field, exuding a light fragrance. There are so many changes in one year of primary school, but what about Nantong as a whole? The Hao River used to be a dead river, with silt blocking the river channel.

After the reform and opening up, the city government mobilized a large amount of manpower and material resources to dredge the river, making the Hao River the most beautiful scenery surrounding Nantong City. If you have the opportunity to swim in the Hao River at night, you will see neon lights flashing on both sides of the Hao River, flowers blooming, and rows of weeping willows caressing the clear river surface in the breeze, making fish jump for joy.

Strolling along the river, there is a tree-lined path. Deep in the willow shade, there is a two-story building with green bricks and small tiles and red painted doors and windows facing the Hao River. This is the Zhang Jian Memorial Hall. After the reform and opening up, Nantong people inherited Zhang Jian's ideas of establishing industry and developing education. Today, Nantong's education is booming and ranks among the best in Jiangsu.

"One flying bridge, a century-old dream comes true." The Sutong Bridge has set a record among the four worlds and has made a huge contribution to Nantong's foreign economic exchanges and friendly exchanges. It is a symbol of Nantong's further development after reform and opening up.

I hope Nantong will see greater and newer changes. 3. An essay on an autumn outing to the Tangzha Chrysanthemum Exhibition

Chrysanthemum Terrace The garden is full of chrysanthemums in full bloom.

Pieces, clumps, slopes, ridges, eyes full, all golden, a sea of ??chrysanthemums. Looking from a distance, it looks like a golden mushroom cloud descending. Could it be that these are the white clouds in the sky, melting the golden light of the sun, and randomly splashing here? Or is the beautiful curtain of the Jade Emperor of Heaven falling? Stepping closer, the layers of wavy golden chrysanthemums are like a piece of golden soft satin being blown up and down by the wind, vigorous, swaying, full of interest, cold fragrance, clear and meaningful, gorgeous and elegant, blooming freely in the fragrance, The passion of life is pouring out unscrupulously. Whose magical hands weave this dreamy tapestry? This surprise and joy always agitate in my heart, pulling my footsteps and walking towards her involuntarily. I have fallen deeply in love with her.

In the dim light of the morning, the chirping sparrows were still calling the morning light like an alarm bell. The golden chrysanthemum opened its beautiful eyes and washed its delicate face with crystal dewdrops, taking advantage of the rising redness. The pink rouge on the sun adorns her pretty face, which is pitiful and charming. I couldn't help but love her. I put my face close to hers, feeling her shyness and sucking in her fragrance.

Under the dusk moon, the gentle breeze lit up the stars in the sky, and the moonlight was soft and rustling like water. The naughty golden chrysanthemum is counting the stars and its own petals to compare their beauty; the subtle golden chrysanthemum is wearing a silver-white skirt and dancing in the soft wind, curling gracefully and gracefully.

I couldn't help but hug her into my arms. The faint fragrance penetrated my heart and made me intoxicated.

This plant near the path is my favorite. It is huge, with a round corolla and densely overlapping petals that hide the dark green leaves.

I always want to hold her in my arms and kiss her delicate fragrance intoxicatedly. She stretches out her slender jade fingers to touch my cheek, pouring out her youth and whispering to me, speaking love words. My heart is sweet and crisp. Suddenly, I seemed to hear the sound of laughter. When I looked back, all the flowers were laughing. Oh, they must have overheard our love words, so they passed them to each other. The chrysanthemums on the slopes and cliffs all laughed, Some laughed loudly, and some covered their mouths and smiled. For a moment, I forgot who I was. I seemed to have become a member of the flower family, integrated into the flower soul, and laughed, laughed, and danced selflessly with them. , drunk, upside down, the whole person is as crazy as the flowers, surrounded by fragrant flowers, intoxicated by the chrysanthemum garden, full of love and joy, the flowers are leisurely, and the people are also leisurely.

This elegant chrysanthemum, this faint fragrance smelling on my cheeks and in my hair, awakened my reverie thoughts, as if I had walked out of a fairy tale. That chrysanthemum, her leisurely spirituality bloomed quietly on my shoulder, letting me sway together into a quiet chrysanthemum, growing on the chrysanthemum ridge full of expectations, natural and natural, revealing golden light and smiling face Yingying, thousands of charming, singing songs, laughing, petals hug each other, branches are connected, twisting the waist, dancing, the flowers are dependent on each other, and the leaves are holding each other.

Holding the morning dew, bathing in the moonlight, brewing deep emotions, silence yourself into a permanent scenery. Waiting, waiting for you to pass by me, that hazy yet clear appearance, that endless dream, we meet in the dream, we are drunk in the dream, and we don't want to wake up.

A sense of wonder suddenly arose in my heart. I thought that my eyes, my kisses, and my love should be a medium. How many times have the eyes intertwined, how many times have the kisses Love, how much love is conveyed to the flower. Maybe I just left, and the laughter of the flowers has not stopped, and you walked by. So, if you stop and listen with your heart, you can hear our secret words, and if you touch it with affection, you can feel our affection.

Immediately, a magical force pulls you closer, and you whisper, dance with the flower, and rub your ears and temples together. As a result, this flower becomes the medium of our fate, passing it on to everyone. Your deep love. Perhaps at some inadvertent moment, our eyes collide, and we feel familiar, our souls are touched, and we begin to appreciate the beauty of fate.

Perhaps as the chrysanthemum grows and withers, this memory will be brought to another reincarnation, and I will meet you by chance and stare at you with a smile, as if I have known you for thousands of years. Maybe this is the so-called incomprehensible fate, a mysterious, vague and desirable fate. I know that at this moment, my eyes must be extremely gentle, and a soft and indescribable feeling surges up in my heart, as if everything in my heart is... The dust has been wiped away, and the world is relatively pure and quiet compared to the chrysanthemums.

I know that at this moment I hold out the stamens carved in jade and ice, and quietly tell you some extremely humble longing for life. I also know that you are listening with tears and listening to my simple and beautiful heart.

This is actually an animistic world with a mysterious connection and induction. As long as the heart is connected, the deepest spring of life will never stop and will reach the ocean of dreams.

When you are brought to this chrysanthemum terrace by the footsteps of fate, you will definitely see my story written on the petals of the chrysanthemum. She is like the radiant chrysanthemum petals, revealing her heart to you. Please embrace the chrysanthemums and have a dream. I think her memory should be very clear and permanent. She has been reincarnating on the earth like an elegant and refined elf for thousands of years.

On the road of life, I don’t know how many moments are worth stopping at, how many scenery are worth gazing at and contemplating, and how many doors of the heart are worth opening. Tap the firewood leaf lightly, and perhaps what comes to your face is that the flower path is sweeping for you, and the canopy door is opening for you.

This is how fate leaves its mark inadvertently. 4. 2016 Nantong Tangzha Park Chrysanthemum Exhibition 400-word essay

My hometown is in Pingdingshan, and there is a park there.

When I walked in from the main entrance of the park, the first thing I saw were tall and straight pine trees. Their dense branches and leaves were like a big umbrella to block us from the sun. Going forward is a large playground with wooden horses, trampolines, slides... There are many children playing in it, and they are having a lot of fun.

Going further is the White Horse Lawn. The grass is very soft and makes people feel very comfortable when walking. In the middle of the grass stands a statue of a white horse.

Across the lawn is a large and deep artificial lake. The water is clear, with pink lotus flowers blooming on the surface, and a variety of small fish swimming freely in the lake. Every morning, there are many grandfathers, grandmothers, uncles and aunts exercising in the park.

Some of them are doing Tai Chi, some are dancing, and some are practicing swordsmanship. The parks in our city are so beautiful. 5. Tangzha Primary School New Campus Essay Collection 300 words

We have ushered in a new semester. At every new starting point, each of us will have an expectation: I will be more exciting tomorrow.

Therefore, I must show my new attitude for the new semester in my longing for a better future.

Today's teachers and students have taken care of themselves beautifully, and the offices and classrooms have been cleaned, creating a vibrant, peaceful and uplifting new atmosphere.

I believe that we are infected and inspired by this new atmosphere. I must make new progress in the new semester.

I am in the first grade of junior high school, and the first thing I feel is freshness. The campus is so clean and tidy, with green trees; the teachers’ lectures are so energetic and fascinating; the students get along so harmoniously and happily; the modern library, audio-visual education center, network center and laboratories make me linger.

All this is very different from elementary school, which makes me feel extremely fresh and interesting. Now that I am in the first grade of junior high school, the second feeling I feel is the longing and yearning for the future.

At the opening ceremony, we excitedly tied our best wishes to the balloons and let them fly into the blue sky. Everyone has different wishes. Some hope to be a musician and promote Chinese traditional music to the world; some hope to be a reporter so that all mankind can marvel at China's rapid development today; some hope to be a writer. Home, let people hear the weak voices in the corners of society...Ideals can only be realized through actions. In the three years of junior high school, we will lay a solid foundation for the future and move towards our goals step by step.

I am in the first grade of junior high school, and I feel nervous again. In middle schools, especially excellent middle schools, the competition for learning is quite fierce, and there will also be a certain amount of pressure.

If you don’t pay attention to your grades, you will fall behind the team, so you cannot relax at all and must be in a learning state at all times. We must adapt to this intense learning atmosphere in order to achieve results in three years of study.

It’s my first year in junior high school. I’m excited, looking forward to it, and nervous at the same time. But no matter what, we start from scratch and integrate into the new life. Let us face the first grade of junior high school life with a high spirited attitude. 6. Write an 800-word essay on the topic of walking into books

Walking into books

Books are a vast ocean of knowledge, books are a clear blue sky of literature, and books are a sight The boundless scientific grassland. In books, I can gain a lot of knowledge, which can enrich my horizons and feel its unique charm.

When I was very young, I loved reading fairy tales. I found a lot of fun in the vivid and bright characters. At night, before going to bed, I always ask my mother to tell me a fairy tale to put Little Red Riding Hood and Snow White to sleep. In my dreams, I always dream of playing and laughing with them. They make my dreams very sweet...

When I entered elementary school, I began to give up fairy tales and read some formal short compositions with real plots. It brought me to "real" life and made me feel the beauty of human life. Not only that, it also made a huge contribution to my study. My Chinese scores have always been good, and my compositions are sometimes used as model essays by teachers and read on the podium. I felt extremely proud at that time, and I said silently in my heart: Thank you, books!

Now that I am a middle school student, the books I read in elementary school are no longer very attractive to me, so I began to study ancient and modern classics. I have read many classics, such as "Journey to the West", "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms", "Water Margin" and "A Dream of Red Mansions". Their literary value is very high and they are so exciting that I watch them for a long time every night. There is also "Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea" that the teacher is asking me to read now. The writing is so vivid and lifelike that every time I read it, I will be fully integrated into it, as if I am on the bottom of the sea, enjoying the beautiful scenery of the bottom of the sea with the Nautilus.

Some people say: "What's the use of reading a book? If you don't understand the meaning, is it the same as the Book of Heaven?" My answer is: "Impossible!" Read it a hundred times, and its meaning comes naturally. See. It's impossible that you don't even know a word of it, right?

Gorky once said: "Books are the ladder of human progress." Yes, I swam in this vast ocean of books, and I gained a lot of knowledge from this ocean.

I swim in the ocean of books, I am a little "fish". 7. Are there any Chinese composition tutoring classes in Nantong Tangzha Park?

There are cypress trees, all bare! Chengbei Park is so beautiful, no wonder people call it the "Time and Space Corridor Bridge".

There is a bridge and birch trees across the lake. When we walked into the woods tonight, the lake was as calm as a mirror. The light turned the night sky into the day sky, and the flowers also The flowers were blooming brightly, and what caught my eyes was a lake, even though it was winter! I must study hard. When I came to the flower bed, my father and I went home, and the lake became colorful. There were lush trees in the woods. My father and I finished dinner.

I walked into the main square and went to play in Chengbei Park. I became stronger and came to the stone path: the smiling faces of chrysanthemums blooming, the surrounding light shining on the lake, the pine trees, and a bunch of red like a group of majestic flowers. Fireworks. Late at night, there are seven huge rings on the bridge, and there are various flowers in the flower beds, like a time and space tunnel. When I grow up, I will make my hometown Jishui more beautiful.

Coming out of the Time and Space Corridor Bridge, the camphor trees have become greener. The leaves of the camphor trees, ginkgo trees... the birch trees and ginkgo trees have fallen off. Cypress, pine.

Get out of the woods. ah.

8. How to write an essay about walking into this door

Walking into this door

I still clearly remember the shock when I saw Haizi for the first time. Sitting in a wheelchair, she was tall and delicate, but her empty trouser legs burned my eyes.

It was another weekend morning. As usual, I pushed my neighbor Haizi’s wheelchair and walked with her. Haizi smiled like a peach blossom in March, with an elegance and refinement that was ignorant of worldly affairs. Her personality and even appearance are completely different from what she was half a year ago.

The weather was a bit hot that day. Not long after I moved here, with my parents’ permission, I carefully knocked on the neighbor’s door. The woman who answered the door was beautiful, with a gentle and virtuous smile. "I heard that you have a daughter, can you play with me?" I saw her face sink and she ushered me home without saying a word. She took me to a closed door, with a very sad look on her face: "Enter this door, please try your best no matter what." I didn't understand, but I still opened the door. So, I met Haizi.

The window in the room was opened wide, and the wind came in and blew Haizi's long hair up and down. I smiled and asked her, "Can you go down and play with me?" She turned her head Come on, the look in your eyes freezes me. The dark eyes seemed to be frozen with thousands of feet of ice, and the loneliness and indifference extinguished all my enthusiasm. She moved her lips a few times and said two words: "Get out." I was stunned, and then a little angry. Her mother apologized for taking me away, and that’s when I noticed: Haizi’s pants were as empty as the room.

The afternoon sun was very bright, but Haizi’s mother’s face was still sad. Her voice was very gentle, and she slowly told me about Haizi, "Actually, Haizi was very active in the past. She was very polite and enthusiastic. She loved to dance, and her teacher was surprised by her persistence. Her enthusiasm has also earned her a lot of praise. If it hadn't been for that accident, she would still be a white swan spinning on the stage..." She rubbed the mug in her hand, her voice becoming dull and crying. "...On the way back from the group competition, she wanted to buy me a birthday cake, so she got off the school bus. I can even imagine her expression at that time. She only looked at the cake shop in front of her, forgetting that it was a busy road... ..." She was already bursting into tears, and I naturally guessed what happened next.

From then on, I held on to my innate stubbornness and went to show my face to Haizi every day. No matter how cold she was, I could still laugh heartlessly. I vowed to yell in front of her: "Don't tell me that I come in every day through this wooden door of yours. I will also pry open the rusty iron door in your heart!" Fortunately, my stubbornness finally broke Haizi. On a warm morning, she smiled at me. So, I walked through that door.

The child's hand grasped mine at some point. She turned slightly sideways and asked me: "Why did you have to walk through this door in the first place?" She put a hand on her heart and smiled. Very peaceful.

I smiled and didn't answer, and then spoke after a long time: "Haizi is so lonely and locked in that door, how can I leave you alone?"

I gently pushed Haizi into his chest. In the room, there are our shadows on the door. The wind blows gently and the door squeaks, but it does not close in the end...