Passionate red, lively orange, noble yellow, energetic green, mysterious blue, melancholy blue, dreamy purple. How many bright colors does this vibrant world consist of? In my little heart, I have a little dream, that is, to bring people wonderful enjoyment with colorful brushes.
A dream is like an unfinished painting, full of harmony and contradiction. In this palette, red represents my passion for painting art, and different color combinations express different meanings. Every painting has a different color, just like the words I want to express. The combination of different colors inspired my creation. White, the color of poetry and wisdom, is usually the carrier of my inspiration. Sprinkling inspiration on white paper has become a great pleasure in my life.
However, the reality tells me that it is not so beautiful.
Facing my studies, I had to give up my beloved brush and plunge into a mountain of books. In order to study, my parents once forbade me to put up posters for my class, saying it was a waste of time. But I think it is an honor to contribute to the class. If I don't do it for my own benefit, I will feel selfish. I hate being so selfish. So I did what I should have done aboveboard without telling my parents. Facing my parents, I've heard enough about the theory of sacrificing small things to achieve great things. At this point, my mood is like melancholy gray. In the face of this opposition, I accepted it without complaint. I endured it without resistance. Since the reality is so sad, what regret do I have? But calm down and think about it, my parents are just doing me good. They just don't want me to make the same mistake on their way.
Dreams are unfinished paintings. It is those objections like cool colors that add more color to this painting. It is precisely because of those opposing words that I have a new understanding of life and art-life and art are contradictory.
I hope my parents can give me a ray of sunshine and a praise, so that I can make greater progress on the road of pursuing my dream!
Art comes from life, and my brush is to express life. For the dream in my heart, I would like to be a confident person, paint a wonderful life with colored brushes, and dance my beautiful steps with colored brushes.
2. How to write the composition about "colorful dreams" Childhood is colorful and childhood is dreamy.
My childhood world is full of countless colorful dreams. I often look at the teacher's appearance on the podium in class and admire him very much. I think I can be an excellent English teacher when I grow up.
One afternoon in spring, I lay on the windowsill and watched the people coming and going in the street and the colorful flowers on the roadside, and fell asleep unconsciously. Hey! How did you become a teacher? Entering the vibrant school, the children greeted me with a bright smile: "Good morning, teacher!" " "Good morning, everyone!" I nodded with a smile.
In a warm spring, I came to Class 4 (3) classroom. The students looked at me with anticipation.
I told them an interesting English story, and they all listened attentively, which made me a little complacent. Then it's time to test everyone-the word solitaire.
Unexpectedly, few students succeeded in catching the dragon. This is the weekend homework assigned to the students last week.
I took a deep breath and suppressed the fire. Lead all the students to read the words three times, and let several excellent students demonstrate reciting the words.
But at this time, I found that some students were fascinated by the short stories in the book, some were studying the hands-on bar in the book with relish, and some were laughing at the contents of the dialog box. Now I am angry.
"Hey, hey, hey" stepped onto the platform and said loudly, "Close your books! From now on, I want two students to take the lead in pairs at a time, which is PK. The winner passes and the loser accepts the next round of PK.
Students in the bottom five of PK times will be punished, understand? The students replied in unison, "Yes, madam!" Hi! Isn't that Miss Xue Ying? He became my student today. All right! Just invite her, and the other person is Yan.
See Xue Ying fluently say: Family, Xiaoyan does not show weakness: In, Xue Jia: Run, Xiaoyan followed: No, no, no, the students burst into laughter, and the classroom burst into laughter.
I saw that among the students who laughed the most were wealthy Miao students. I shouted at the top of my lungs, "Attention, classmates, we are in class now, please be quiet, be quiet!" " "At this moment, I think my throat is going to smoke.
But it seems that people can't hear my voice at all. At this moment, the singing of orioles suddenly sounded in the classroom.
Oh! It turned out that Ma sang "Ten Little Indian Boys", and the students were attracted by her beautiful singing and suddenly became silent.
3. Colorful Dreams I think everyone has their own dreams, so do I I think, just like the Monkey King, it will change 72 times.
I want to be an eraser. When my little master makes mistakes in writing or doing wrong questions, I will jump on his paper and help him clean up the typos or wrong questions. Although I was dirty, I was happy because I helped him.
I want to be a marker. My little master can use me when he needs to draw. I want to mend this piece of white paper, make it beautiful and bring colorful paintings to life. Although my water needs to be reduced, I am very happy because I have contributed myself.
I want to become a heater to warm the house of the young master. I don't need to cover a thick quilt and wear thick clothes. I will keep the house warm as spring. Although my calories will be reduced, I am happy because I am useful.
I want to become a dictionary and help my little master. If he has words he doesn't understand, words he doesn't understand, or words he doesn't know how to compose music, he should ask me-dictionary. In that case, I will be his teacher. How glorious!
I want to be a small fish and play in the water every day. I swam to Taiwan Province Island and told the children there to return to the embrace of the motherland as soon as possible. What a meaningful thing it is!
I want to be a mother too. If I were a mother, I wouldn't always feel smarter than others like my mother. If I were a mother, I would be patient with my dear baby. If he does something wrong, I will reason with him and educate him well.
I have many wishes. I want to be a bird and explore the mysteries of the universe. I want to be a teacher and cultivate the flowers of the motherland; I want to be a grass and dress up my beautiful home. I think,,,,,
4. Colorful Dream Composition Colorful Dream
Childhood is a bead curtain, a bead, a thread, all painted in your heart, all sad trifles are not allowed in, all the dust in the world can not be polluted, and you are so pure.
Childhood is red. The blazing light shines on the earth, giving all the light to the world, like a hot ball, drying people's faces. You are so cute and red, which makes my heart beat.
Childhood is orange. It's slightly sour, with sweetness in it. You remind people that if you want to know the taste of grapes, you must taste them yourself. Your oranges are so gorgeous that I can't help but have another interpretation of you.
Childhood is yellow. Wait until autumn, because the tree doesn't stay, you fall silently and let people trample on it. At this time, because of your fragile body, you gradually lost your golden color, but you are still so strong that I can't figure it out.
Childhood is green. The symbol of life is only once for everyone. If you don't cherish it, it will never come back. Those happy bits and pieces in life must be recorded under the bead curtain. Your green color is so dazzling that I am deeply moved!
Childhood is blue. Loaded with a happy paradise, you can play freely, without restraint and control. You can write your own world at will and then paint it blue. You look so transparent in blue. I lost myself.
Childhood is blue. As vivid as a pine tree, there are countless small thorns that prick my hand, but the blood flowing out is hot. I want to reach out my hand, but unfortunately I can't touch it, because ... you are too young to open my eyes.
Childhood is purple. You are always so serious. In your world, there is no noise, only peace. Wait, I suddenly thought of wisteria. Will you bloom in my world? Your purple is so refreshing that I don't want to go out of your world.
Childhood, a colorful brush, depicts its own world, colorful, shining on another world, generated. And you, have passed away; And I didn't cherish it.
5. Colorful dream composition 450 words colorful dream
I had a colorful dream in the evening. I dreamed that it was snowing heavily in the sky. Snow covered the earth with a thick quilt in case it was cold in winter. Snowflakes also put quilts on trees, roofs and telephone poles ... Since then, trees and snowflakes have become friends.
One winter, there was no snow. Of course, the tree couldn't see his snow friend, so he cried sadly and all the leaves fell off. At this moment, a bird flew over and said to the tree, "What's the matter? Why are you crying? " The tree replied, "My friend Sister Xue didn't come this winter. Do you know where she is? " "Sister Snowflake was taken away by the big bad wolf. I'm going to save her now Will you help me? " The bird asked, and the tree said, "Good." "But there is a big river ahead, and you have no wings. What should I do? " The bird said in a hurry, and the bird asked, "I can make you a boat, but are you afraid of pain?" The tree bravely said, "I'm not afraid!" " "Birds are flying around in the air, calling thousands of birds. Everyone spoke in unison. In a few minutes, a wooden boat was completed, and the tree confidently embarked on a journey to rescue Sister Xue.
Along the way, they crossed the ocean and met animals such as Uncle Niu, Mr. Ma and Brother Dog. Soon, they came to the Pacific Ocean. When they arrived, a whirlpool appeared in front of them. The bird thinks, what should I do? What shall we do? "By the way, wouldn't it be nice to turn a small wooden boat into a wooden frame?" The tree asked, "Can you do it alone?" The bird said, "All right." The bird used up all its strength and the wooden frame was finished. The bird flew into the blue sky with a wooden frame, flew over the Rainbow Bridge and came to a laboratory. They went upstairs together and found a zombie. The bird pecked the zombie at once, and then a monster appeared. It has fifty horns and a hundred eyes on its head. That's terrible! The wooden frame bravely flew over and tied the monster firmly, and the bird pecked it to death. Later, they went up to the third floor and rescued Sister Xue. She turned into a plane made of snow and brought birds and trees home.
Sister Xue met the tree again. Colorful snow, white, red, yellow, blue, green and silver snowflakes began to fall in the sky, making winter more beautiful!
6. How to write the composition about "dream" The sky in the dream is blue.
No black dragon climbed out of the chimney,
The river in the dream is very clear,
No bubbles of colored paint and white foam.
The flowers in the dream are beautiful,
I didn't leave the solid land and wore a wrapped skirt.
The bird in the dream is very leisurely,
Dressed freely in a gorgeous golden cage,
The fish in the dream is very idle,
Swimming in a cold fish tank without leaving his companions, lying under Li Ling's knife,
The air in the dream is very pure,
No puffing in adults' mouths, no overbearing black smoke in chimneys,
I was very stupid in my dream,
I only know naive smirking.
7. Colorful World Composition How to write "1"
The baby is colorless when it is born. Like steam, it is forced to become water and various additives are added.
(written) in black and white
one
I am Xiaobai, I am just a dog, I have a master, he is a memory, and I also have a home. Well, this is a self-introduction, not a blind date. Yi Xi is very quiet Whenever he sits in the study, I always add color to the dark floor tiles with my white body. My hair is very long, but it doesn't mean that I'm not afraid of the cold and like to be held easily. In this way, I slept and was very comfortable.
Yi is very busy. He can't sleep when I want to sleep. When I woke up, he couldn't sleep. In my eyes, I'm actually tired of this life. Sometimes, I will shout "Want Want", but I will be warned every time. Shh. In my opinion, this is the best alarm. His hand touched the corner of the book again. I know he doesn't like the books in his hand, but I'm just a dog and a puppy. I can only bark and say, hey, it's time for bed. Yi, can you hear me?
6, like 9, came, printed on the date, about June 6, but the date didn't tempt me at all. Memory is getting busier and busier. He is always frowning. Lian Xiao, too, has to get on the bus for breakfast. Whenever the car starts, I always see him in the rearview mirror. He is very busy. I always shout a hoarse voice with a hoarse voice: remember, come on!
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When I come back, I always swing my naughty white tail rhythmically. I know Yi loves me very much. Every time he comes back, he always squats down, walks down, takes out some odds and ends from his schoolbag and reaches out for me to lick. There is everything in the bag, such as chocolate and sausage. I will eat anything as long as I remember to feed me. Although, I am an omnivore, yes.
Night can't explain the darkness of the sky, but the lights flicker in the dark silence, but they are very weak. The science book in black and white says that only electricity is used, and that the sun uses nuclear, but the sun can't illuminate the whole earth. The clock struck midnight, but it didn't stop. Tick-tock, no sleep tonight.
I remember insomnia, tossing and turning in bed, but I couldn't sleep. I held my breath for fear of disturbing him, and the extinguished lamp was brilliant again. Under the light, I remembered the haggard watch and tired mood, which extended to my heart, shaking ripples of different sizes and lingering thoughts. "Xiao Bai, come here." I limped along, crouched down gently, and licked Yiyi's hand carefully with the wet tip of my tongue. Shiny hands are colder than floor tiles. A dog said that four paws are connected, and people should do the same. Yi Yi's heart has no temperature.
8. How to write colorful dreams on our campus in the second grade composition? I jumped with joy when I heard that our little reporter was going to hold a kite-flying contest! On Monday morning, my mother and I came to Yucai Primary School to take part in the kite-flying competition as promised. When we first came to the playground, we saw many kites floating high in the blue sky, red, yellow and green … colorful and beautiful! Some are like Mickey Mouse; Some are like mermaids; Some are like little beetles ... dazzling. The game has started. We are a group of 30-odd journalists running west with kites, not to mention how lively it is! My kite flies higher and higher in the wind, and my heart is full of joy. No, my kite "fought" with someone else's kite, and the two were closely intertwined. I had a hard time opening it, and my hands were all sweaty! The more nervous and chaotic, my kite will "fight" with other kites. The game is over, and my kite has not been put up yet. Hey! I can only say goodbye to the prize. Looking at the kite flying all over the sky, I suddenly felt that it was my colorful childhood dream! There is a happy red; There is also the gray of failure; .
9. How to write a colorful dream imitation? Flowers are colorful, butterflies are colorful, and maybe everyone doesn't know that dreams are actually colorful.
Dreams are green. In spring, everything grows, and plants germinate under the moisture of spring rain; The farmer's uncle weeded and cultivated the land and sowed the seeds of hope. Grass, trees and farmers had a green dream.
Dreams are red. In summer, the scorching sun hangs high in the sky, filling the vast land with * * *. Under the sunshine, the lotus emerged from under the lotus leaf, stretched out and bloomed with pink petals. The sun and the lotus had a red dream.
Dreams are golden. In autumn, the rice is ripe and the farmland turns golden in a blink of an eye; In autumn, oranges are ripe and the orange trees are covered with heavy oranges. At first glance, they are all gold. Rice and oranges had a golden dream.
Dreams are white. In winter, chilly snowflakes fly in the air and then fall to the ground, covering the ground with a thick, white quilt; Trees and houses have turned white; The river is frozen, and the children are happy to skate on it. Snowflakes, trees, houses and rivers had a white dream.
Dreams have many colors. ...