Current location - Plastic Surgery and Aesthetics Network - Clothing company - Yi Lian you Meng composition
Yi Lian you Meng composition
In our daily study, work and life, we are always exposed to writing. Through writing, we can gather our scattered thoughts together. So have you ever studied composition? The following is a dream composition I collected for you. Welcome to share.

The Curtain of Dreams Composition 1 The Curtain of Dreams

The wind blows and blows and blows.

I can't blow away the song called "Hometown".

How blue the sky is there!

Just one look will drive you crazy!

How green the grasslands are there!

Shepherd. Singing songs on the grassland under the green trees.

How sweet the spring water here is!

Just one bite! Let your heart freeze at this moment forever.

The wind blows slowly, and the dream of spring is traceless.

Rain, rain, rain.

The painting called Hometown won't get wet.

Every morning after the rain, birds and flowers are scattered all over the road.

I walk on the narrow road in my hometown.

Gently pick up a defeated flower.

There are still tears and fragrance when fighting last night's storm.

This is also the unique persistence of flowers in my hometown.

How many flowers fall in the spring rain?

The road of life goes on and on.

Can't get out of the circle called hometown

The sun is sinking in the west

The shepherd boy was tired of playing the flute and went home with the cow.

The primary school bell rang, the children came out and the school was quiet.

The butterfly on the rice flower fragrance flew away.

But my heart stopped at the smell of rice and flowers.

Suddenly I woke up from my dream.

Spring dreams wake up at first, a curtain of dreams.

My hometown is rice fields. I came to Shouguang because of my parents' work. Shouguang is beautiful, but I miss my hometown. You can only go back several times a year. I wrote this article to miss my hometown.

Scenes of dream composition 2 Time flies, fleeting.

The mini smart phone on my wrist clearly tells me that today is 65438+February 30, 2020, and there is a girl as wise and pure as a college student in the mirror. This is me. In a blink of an eye, my first semester at Harvard University will be over!

Growing up, my long-cherished wish was to be admitted to an Ivy League school. I foolishly called this expectation my "dream". It's really what people want, and my dream will come true in a thousand turns. I clearly remember that on the first day of school, I took a sublight spaceship for only one hour and came from my motherland to this sacred institution that I dreamed of and countless young students yearned for. Exactly as I imagined: elegant and unique buildings, lush trees, quiet and winding paths, gentle scholars, energetic students … what a perfect and beautiful place to study.

Maybe it was the first day of school, and everyone was very excited and excited. Everyone's face showed a smile, and the hearty laughter echoed over the campus. Young people who have never met before, perhaps because they have the same ambition, are like "reunion after a long separation" in Kan Kan, and talking together is like knowing friends for many years. After registration, it is recommended to take a nap in the coffee shop on campus.

The sun shines on everyone's face, making them look particularly young. The school bus stops in front of a "petite" building, which is our destination-coffee shop. It is a typical western-style building with idyllic comfort and warmth. Simple wallpaper that looks unremarkable, but memorable: brown with a little silver gray and a little reddish brown. Although it is dark, it is romantic, beautiful and warm. Approaching the coffee shop, I heard melodious piano music, which soothed the infinite passion of generate in melodious rhythm, moistened my heart like chocolate, and warmed my heart like a warm current. Sitting on the soft cowhide sofa and drinking fragrant coffee, everyone chatted more happily! In less than two hours of communication, we built a bridge of friendship, made friends from all corners of the country and added a lot of laughter.

At noon, we have dinner in the sacred university canteen. There are Chinese food, western food and new French food. There are different kinds, styles and tastes, such as collections in antique shops, which are dazzling. These foods not only satisfy our vision, but also satisfy our hungry stomachs. They are really delicious! What is striking is the small ornaments on the wall: there are handicrafts made by students-dolls, aircraft carrier models, Doraemon statues and so on. Although some people may think it is far away from this high-end and high-end restaurant, I think it will make the school restaurant more unique and personalized, quiet in the noise, but not lose its vitality in the quiet. Coupled with the lush trees and carefully cultivated potted plants, the bright space will be more vibrant. All this is like a little girl who loves beauty and never forgets to put on her beautiful little hairpin.

The afternoon sunshine is particularly dazzling, adding a touch of warmth to this cold winter. After dinner, we visited the school. Needless to say, it is really like a famous scenic spot with beautiful scenery, revealing exquisiteness, prosperity and Gu Zhuo everywhere, which makes people feel comfortable.

Walking, the bright and clean library comes into view, and the impulse to read comes to mind. Then, he went straight into the library, quietly walked to the literary bookshelf, picked up a copy of Harvard, My University, and read it with relish. Opening the catalogue, an article "The Garden with the Most Stories" suddenly attracted me. When I open the title page, the first thing I see is a picturesque color map, which reminds people of Suzhou Gardens in China, Versailles in France and Aegean Sea in Greece ... Now it is close at hand, why can't I see its beautiful legend? How can we miss this opportunity to increase our knowledge? Walking out of the library, I passed Wal-Mart, the dance studio and the multi-function hall, and finally saw the jade engraved with the words "New Harvard Garden", followed by "the most story-telling garden". See if it's worth watching. Now that we see its true face, we have a feeling of "reunion after a long separation". Stepping on the lawn and cobblestone path, enjoying the beautiful scenery around me and breathing the fresh air, I feel more calm and comfortable, and my love arises spontaneously.

Cheers and cheers came from the distance, and before we knew it, we had arrived at the comprehensive gymnasium. There is a fierce and wonderful football match going on in the gymnasium. There is also a wonderful game in the badminton hall next to me, so I naturally want to play badminton. I was about to go on stage when a polite gentleman stopped me. After some identification, I finally recognized that the man standing in front of me was my childhood playmate: he used to be fat and didn't care about his image, but now he is wearing a straight suit, shiny shoes and carrying a portable sportswear bag. Now he has become a famous calligrapher and painter in China. It's really a three-day farewell. Impressive! After the conversation, I walked onto the stage. There was silence in the arena, only people's heartbeats could be heard. "Game on!" The referee said. After 30 minutes, I became the winner with a wonderful spike. Applause came from the opposite swimming pool, and they followed the sound. It turns out that Ye is like a clever little fish jumping around in the swimming pool. Today, I can be regarded as the world champion. Really handsome!

The sun has set, and the beautiful sunset glow has dyed the sky red. At this time, my smartphone reminded me that it was 6 o'clock in the evening. This day really passed quickly, and I spent this unforgettable day happily before I knew it.

Back to the student apartment, I fell on the comfortable and soft bed, and the fatigue of the day made me sleepy. ...

"Get up! Get up! " The crisp alarm clock rang. It turns out that this is just a beautiful dream!

From dream to reality, I can't help but fall into meditation: think about us now, fourteen years old, which is an age when we begin to mature from immaturity, with more calmness and tranquility and less frivolity and slapstick; More deep thinking, less ignorance and recklessness ... this is youth. "Sunrise and sunset, enjoy the warmth and warmth of the day; Flowers bloom and fall, and enjoy the prosperity of the year. " Remember, flowers don't bloom for the sake of falling, but when colorful flowers come at us and decorate the whole world, we know how to appreciate colorful life. Therefore, on this road of youth with success, failure, joy, tears and flowers, bravely and confidently strive for your goals!

Ordinary me, I will also make unremitting efforts for my goal-that beautiful dream!

Wait for me in 2020! Harvard, Ivy, wait for me!

A curtain of dream composition 3 A warm afternoon, a person, quietly leaning against the window. Looking at the sunshine outside the window, moving slightly on the desk. The window lattice is blue, and the sunshine is light blue. Seen from a distance, it is as pure as a dream. At this time, if you are tired in the warmth, it is better to take a nap and find the sweetness in your dreams. Don't be afraid that the gossamer dancing outside the window will disturb the dream, because at this time, the loneliness will always be your own silence.

When the moon is deeper, you can also lean against the window and watch your dreams. The night was long and quiet, and the troubles and noise faded away. Countless heart rains drifted through the window and fell asleep, growing the most elegant voice of childhood. The soft evening breeze rolled the curtains on the window, unfolded the books, gently picked up the new marks and old dreams between the lines and brought them to the brow. Leave a mood alone, then the voice in your heart is the trace in your pen.

Dreams are like warm nests. Once detained for a long time, they often refuse to leave. On the west window of the moon, the silvery white of the courtyard is quietly sprinkled. This silvery white, like rain, is cold; Like frost, elegant. Looking up at the sky at this time, you may see the quietness of the stars and the soft fog, but it is more like a romantic or romantic reverie. Leaning in the nest of dreams with soft poems may be the most suitable time for loneliness. The wind blows the elegance of poetry and the length of words. Slowly bring your heart to Na Yue, where peach blossoms and clouds deceive the wind shadow.

Drunk, maybe like a dream, hazy and warm; It is quiet and elegant. Make a cup of tea in front of the window, and watch the curling tea smoke drift away slowly, like frost dancing, like water without trace. Perhaps, you can see your past lives in the hazy tea smoke, or you are in the same boat. If you are really drunk, crush your dreams in tea and get drunk. Quiet night, no one will disturb, you watch gently.

The moonlight shines on the white dew of the window lattice, reflecting fine silvery white in countless light and shadow. The crystal dew is as crystal clear as a heart, which makes people unable to bear to touch it. If you are afraid of getting cold, cover the curtains.

If there is a free night, I can let my mind create it. I have always wanted to have an ethereal dream. I dreamed of wearing the wings of Xiaxia to see how far the sky is and how far the sea of clouds is. Or be a passer-by in a water town and write down the most romantic past with Tang costumes and Song Cai. There is a little smile in the window of the yard, and there is a long call at the end of the dream. These will be the gentleness of this life.

The clearest decoration is always easy to get old, such as the change from autumn to spring. But when spring comes, it's hard for people to get old. Looking back at the end of the world, it is always a good destination. Ye Ruyu flies with dreams, and the past is like smoke. Only dreams are easy to get hurt, hurting lingering thoughts in the heart and hurting carefree memories in the heart. The moonlight remains unchanged, and people have changed for thousands of years, and the moonlight keeps promise every year. After the Five Dynasties, the Spring and Autumn Period passed quietly, and only the bright moon at that time was still shining in the south. I don't know how many eternal sorrows have been caused by the dream of returning to spring; I don't know when butterflies will fly and get fragrance. I once knew that Yi Yi's Pipa Trip on Xunyang River; I used to know that in recent months, the bow was silent, and Jin Ryu was silent. Too much affection has trapped infatuated people; Too much resentment, write a hazy and graceful song. It has lost weight, and there are countless farewell people along the long embankment. Let the red candle cry alone and let the morning be silent. But who knows, the moon is still there, people are not there, and dreams are empty? If you want to win the moon, you know, it's difficult, difficult, difficult!

Who has nothing to say but complain about the distant night? Who returns to Hong alone with tears in her skirt? The infatuation in your heart, looking through thousands of miles of autumn water; Ren Pingsheng's pain. Chisel through thousands of years of hard ice. The wind sings hate, leaving pain; People hate, but they cry blood. The child cries for the moon, who knows hate? A song has finally arrived, but it is difficult to understand the feelings. Ancient and modern dreams. Who knows that this dream is generally a kind of lonely injury, a kind of pain. If there is no memory, if there is no dream, how can there be pain?

The past has long since vanished, leaving behind the sigh or helplessness of future generations. And recalling today's day is like a dream. I often stand at a crossroads and stare for a long time, but when I suddenly look back, I find that you have left gently.

A few passionate dreams lock the red chamber, and a glimmer of moonlight tells the sorrow. The meaning of Tianya is not only far away, but also more, which is a helpless component. So there are new ideas, old dreams, new feelings, lingering in the pen, lingering in my heart.

Literati and literati, sending their feelings to pavilions in mountains and rivers; Yan, who accompanied the lovers, often told her dreams in gold letters. Today, touching the scene is still easy to add feelings, and feelings are like a net, grasping the knot that cannot be understood. The sadness of wandering, let a thousand feelings in my heart be given to the geese in the horizon. Love flies over Qian Shan, the city in the south of the Yangtze River, and the hometown of sunset. Watch this life, always across the cold river night window. ...

The night is like water, and the moon is bright. At this time, leaning against the window, savoring romance and gentleness. Over time, it becomes an old memory. Classical charm and present mood may all be quiet and beautiful. Leaning against the casement, let the wind drift over them and push open an eternal window.

On the night when there were fireflies, when I sat by the window alone, did I have a wish to become an elf? Fireflies are the elves of planetesimals, which always make people feel an unknown feeling in their hearts. Perhaps, someone will open a window somewhere in the sky and say something warm and clever to you.

Open the window, and the soft evening breeze blows away the mist outside the window, making this scene of dreams clear and bright tonight. Looking up at the sky at this time, perhaps the moon shed a lot of tidbits, or perhaps the flowers and plants in the garden exuded elegant fragrance. Perhaps, at this time, you can have a quiet dream, just like the scenery dyed by tidbits and fireflies. Childhood memories, happy memories, sleeping in my own warm nest, watching the moon outside the window, are still eternal and quiet.

Maybe when a person is silent, you will dream and fly to a distant country with tidbits. Cross Qian Shan, with the wings of dreams, to find the infatuation that guards you at the end of the world. Perhaps, in the depths of pure wings, it is always full of sweetness.