Spring senior high school entrance examination composition 1 Spring is light-footed, spinning on tiptoe and coming towards us.
It was around the Flower Festival. A few days ago, the sky in Mao Mao was changed by rain, and the sun shone on the earth through thin clouds. When I have nothing to do, I go to Man Jing outside Dongzhimen to enjoy the beautiful spring scenery. Awakening in the sun is full of vitality everywhere.
On the river bank, tall willows support the river bank, and the wind blows willow branches, which are flying and falling in the air, and the soft branches are scattered and swaying with the wind. Suddenly I feel a piece of green flying in my heart, and I can't help getting closer and closer. Suddenly, there was another gust of wind, and the wicker was still flying in the air, seemingly stretching but not stretching. Under the blowing of the wind, pieces of light green catkins slipped from the willow tips and fluttered under the blue sky with the wind, just like elves wearing light green dance clothes and performing on the stage with the blue sky and the earth, showing the beauty of spring.
At this time, a small part of the ice on the river has melted, and the sound of running water can be faintly heard. The sound of water gurgles around my ears. The water waves began to glow, and they piled up like fish scales and gradually flocked to the distance. The river is clear and the bottom of the river can be visualized. A few blue fish may want to solve the depression of sinking in the water for a winter, floating on the water to chase and play, and the splashing waves seem to touch their joy.
Beside the river bank, the fertile land is slightly moist, and the air is filled with the fragrance of the fields. I took a deep breath, the fragrance was refreshing, and my heart was cool. I gently took off my cloth shoes, wrote on the internet, liberated ten toes, stepped on the soil at the temperature of the sun, and suddenly felt very close to the surrounding nature and relaxed. I walked along the field path with brisk steps and looked at the vast fields from a distance. It's early spring and February. The farmer's uncle planted wheat seedlings They are very short, only over an inch high. However, when thousands of seedlings in Qian Qian are planted together, they form an ocean, a green ocean. In the breeze, the ocean rises slowly and shines in the sun.
Jojo suddenly, there were several clear birds singing in the air. Looking up, it turned out that a few gray-black birds were flying around in droves, flying up and down in the blue sky, as if fighting against the wind and playing with the sky, bringing infinite vitality to this spring.
Looking at the mountains in the distance, the hillside has been washed clean by melting snow and put on a green coat, just like a beautiful woman with new makeup.
I walked along the path, listening to the sound of birds and running water, smelling the flowers and looking at the endless spring, I couldn't help admiring the gentleness and beauty of this girl in spring. Suddenly, a singing voice came from the side. I turned my head and saw that someone had discovered this beautiful spring, invited friends to play here, drank spring water to make tea, sang with wine glasses and shared the wonderful spring together.
It is said that Poyang Lake is particularly short of water this year, and now it is an unprecedented drought in history. Although Poyang Lake in Tomb-Sweeping Day was a little short of water at that time, it was still very attractive. Standing on the bank of Poyang Lake, you can see the endless lakes and mountains in a glance. We can not only stand by the Poyang Lake to feel the warmth of spring sunshine and enjoy the beautiful Poyang Lake bathed in sunshine, but also walk into the farmland to see rape flowers and smell the soil. We dig wild flowers and eat farmhouse meals, which is really enjoyable!
Dream back to Poyang Lake, the sparkling lake water moistens the bright sunshine in April, and the lakes and mountains make us intoxicated and step into the fields, expecting to harvest full of joy.
Spring blossoms and everything recovers. The sun shines on the earth, a long grass, bright red flowers bloom and the branches on the trees have sprouted. Spring is here, and flowers can be smelled everywhere. Yellow rape, golden winter jasmine; Red azaleas and faint peach blossoms? . Those bright yellow, novel green, faint pink, elegant white … those green branches, warm sunshine and moist soil … are full of the breath of spring, which makes people feel very comfortable; Intoxicating; People are infinitely moved; Spring makes us feel the power of life!
We plunged into the embrace of beautiful nature, breathed fresh air, listened to the sound of everything waking up and grass sprouting, and greedily enjoyed the taste of spring. I relaxed a lot and felt surprisingly happy. I like the warmth of the spring breeze; I like the feeling that the colors of the waterfront impact my vision in spring. Taste all kinds of delicious food with idyllic fragrance between green mountains and green waters … We are looking for the taste of spring, looking for happiness, looking for … sharing hiking and sharing happiness!
The spring breeze gently blows the hair on one side of my forehead, and my heart is extremely happy! Looking at the graceful xx beside me, I seem to have a little green new idea. The green of the willow tip seems to tell me; Vibrant spring is coming! It is filled with warm spring breath. Walking on the road, I saw the strong grass break through the ground with its tenacious perseverance and settle down under the wall. It decorated the beautiful spring with its light green color without reservation and smelled the thick spring fragrance! Spring is really beautiful! Spring will always stay in my heart. Now I think my heart is still so beautiful!
Everyone has dreams and strong reasons.
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I walked home with my head down and weak steps. Although it is spring, my heart is still so cold at the moment, and the weather seems to be deliberately against me. The only warmth is these friends around me. The sharp decline in my grades made me full of confidence a while ago, but now I am depressed.
"Alas, the ranking in this exam has dropped."
"Really, I think it's ok."
The abuse among friends kept coming into my ears, recalling the casual appearance of my old classmates and the surprised eyes of my classmates when I just announced the results, tears welled up and blurred my eyes.
"Hi", followed by a crisp voice, a warm hand on my shoulder, slowly raised my head, in front of my friend is a bright smiling face and a white magnolia, a gentle smell, there will be an elegant fragrance coming.
"It's so beautiful." I can't help but admire it and feel better.
"Yes, spring is coming." She said, holding my hand, and the warmth swept into her heart with her hand. "Do you know that spring means a new beginning, the end of cold, and more importantly, the arrival of hope?" Dream, the word hit my heart, dream, dream, so what should my dream be?
"Everyone who has life has the right to be happy, but it takes different time to get it. Everyone should have dreams and strong reasons. In fact, "she continued after a pause," a small' failure' doesn't mean anything. As long as you are not defeated by him, you can always succeed. Like all things that spend months in the cold, they are still full of vitality. " She put her hand on my shoulder, with a warm smile on her face. not fade away, the wind seems to soften with her words, adding more warmth to spring.
Yes, spring has come, and I haven't noticed that wicker has inadvertently pulled out buds, which are weak and beautiful, and the grass has become green and pitiful. It is they who feel the warmth of spring, hear the call of spring and see the coming of hope; And we, our dreams should fly in this season, as the song goes, "Everyone should find at least one dream/every day deserves the sunset/I fantasize about swimming across the ocean/making it look more beautiful than the stars."
Spring, the season of hope; Spring, a brand new season; Spring, the season when everything recovers; In spring, dreams set sail from here.
Looking forward to, looking forward to, Miss Chun finally came. She came to us with light steps and colorful clothes like a rainbow. She smiled and sent away the white-haired Grandpa Winter. You see, the lawn that Miss Chun walks through is particularly green, the peach blossom forest that she walks through is particularly red, and the rape field that she walks through is particularly yellow ... Everything she walks through seems to be alive, so you can't watch it! The grass broke through the ground and quietly drilled out of the soil, tender and green. The trees in the Woods have long since taken off their white clothes, filled with blood and put on green clothes, which are more vibrant, aren't they?
Listen!
The little bees are busy at this time, but this can't affect their good mood, humming a tune while standing on honey! Birds are unwilling to lag behind, flying freely in the sky, and the scenery in the sky is unique! Tired of flying, I stopped on the branch and chirped with the bees. At the concert, Xifeng played these sounds "hoo-"and "hoo-"mixed in the running water. How magical and wonderful the sound of nature is! This can't be bought with money! This is unique! Isn't this pleasant?
Look!
Peach trees, apricot trees and pear trees, you won't let me, and I won't let you. They are all full of flowers. Red is like fire, pink is like chardonnay and white is like snow. In the field, under the care of the spring girl, a hundred flowers blossom and compete for beauty, which can be described as spring, not strong fragrance, but the most delicate fragrance. Swallows also flew back excitedly, clearing their throats every day and going out to catch insects to eat. Daffodils also enjoy the warm sunshine, swaying branches, surrounded by golden lights. This is jasmine, but it will also be stimulated and squeezed into a sweet and common fragrance. Isn't this pleasant?
Smell it!
The fragrance of beans, wheat and aquatic plants at the bottom of the river permeates the air, with floral fragrance, which is indescribable. The fragrance of Chunlan can be comparable to that of osmanthus, but I think Chunlan is better. I like her taste better, giving people a fresh feeling! Let people shine at the moment. Isn't this pleasant?
Miss Chun always comes quietly and walks quietly, which is unforgettable, but she always brings unexpected surprises in this spring. Isn't this pleasant?
Spring girl is like a budding bud, squirming and wanting to grow.
Spring girl, like a warm cloud, floats lightly into people's hearts.
Miss Chun, like a stout tree, stretched out her hands like a dragon.
Under the scorching sun, this is a beautiful big garden: all kinds of flowers are blooming here. A big tree stands beside it, quietly guarding these beautiful flowers. From time to time, Miss Feng came here with light steps and whispered a few commonplaces with the leaves. She couldn't wait to go to the garden to play with the flowers, touch their delicate faces for a while, and scratch their itching places for a while ... The flowers smiled and trembled. Of course, sometimes Miss Feng will bring some gifts to the flowers and surprise them, so that every time I hear Miss Feng's footsteps, the flowers will get excited immediately.
In this way, day after day, year after year, the garden is always full of laughter.
Looking at this situation, gradually, the tree is a little unhappy.
He thought: I stand here all day and be a flower protector. I really can't figure out why flowers like Miss Feng so much that they make out as soon as they meet.
Then, on a warm spring day in bloom, Miss Feng walked lightly to the garden again. But her request to enter the garden was rejected for the first time. "No, you can't go in!" The tree opened its arms to block the wind girl and said rudely. Miss Feng and Hua Er made repeated requests, but the tree refused. Finally, Miss Feng had to leave sadly. From then on, the garden was quiet, and there was no more laughter. The tree is secretly happy, its back is straighter and its arms are longer. However, this sense of accomplishment did not make him intoxicated for long, and an unexpected thing happened to him:
Because there is no wind girl's push, Uncle Fat Dark Cloud can't get here at all, so there are no dark clouds over the garden, and the blazing sun is in the garden. Although the tree desperately spread its long arm and tried to provide a shade for the flowers, the power of the sun was incomparable. Before long, the delicate flowers were bent by the sun, and they were miserable without water to drink.
Because there is no wind girl walking, the fragrance of flowers can't be conveyed at all, so that bees can't smell the fragrance to collect honey and pollinate. Gradually, there are fewer and fewer descendants of flowers, and a beautiful garden is gradually occupied by weeds and becomes a barren garden.
Dashu also began to regret, regretting his original selfishness, regretting that he didn't cherish Miss Feng and cherishing the happy life now. How much he misses the happy scenes of the past now! He called out to Miss Feng and begged her to come back here, but his thirsty throat could no longer make a sound.
Under the scorching sun, a big garden was lifeless and there was no wind.
After a continuous spring rain, the grass poked its head out, the willows spit out new buds, and the petals stretched their waists, indicating the opening of the Spring Poetry Club. I also received an invitation from the Spring Poetry Society-Butterfly, who took me to the Spring Poetry Society.
The Spring Festival is coming to us with a light pace. Listen, the bird is singing happily: "Where is spring?" Where is spring? Spring is coming ... "Beautiful songs call everything, and the earth sings affectionately:" Good rain knows the season when spring comes. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. "In this way, the spring poetry will begin.
Look, the willow has green leaves, and the long wicker is like a little girl's long braid. Mr. Chun Yan, the messenger of spring, was swinging from branch to branch, chanting emotionally: "Jasper is dressed as a tree, and thousands of threads of green silk hang down. I don't know who cut the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors. " Willow jumps with the spring breeze, just like a dancing green fairy!
Spring returns to the earth and the river melts. Watching ducks swimming in the river, I sang loudly: "Peach blossoms are three and two outside the bamboo, and I am a prophet in spring water heating." It sang, but also "quack ..." Called a few times! Watching ducks meet the spring breeze and swim freely in the water, I really enjoy the comfort of spring!
Spring is warm as spring. In the orchard, the fragrance of peach blossoms attracted swarms of butterflies and bees. Butterflies are dancing among the flowers; The bees on the beautiful flowers, while diligently collecting honey, sang: "Buzz … one night, suddenly the spring breeze came, and thousands of trees blossomed. Hum ... "Peach blossom smiled shyly and competed with the spring breeze to make it more beautiful.
Listen, the oriole is singing happily on the branch: "Where is spring?" ? Where is spring? Spring is in children's eyes ... "Look, on the ground of spring in the distance, children are flying kites happily. While chasing, they recited loudly: "The grass grows in February, and the willows on the embankment are drunk with spring smoke. When the children come back early from school, they are busy flying kites while taking advantage of the east wind. "Little friends are chasing the spring breeze, frolicking and rushing to the embrace of spring, enjoying the beauty of spring. ...
In spring, the poetry meeting is going on among flowers and birds, laughing and laughing ... everyone is intoxicated by the poetic feeling in spring. ...
Spring poetry club is an interesting society; Spring poetry meeting is a joyful poetry meeting, which can increase knowledge; Poetry in spring will be a symbol of spring vitality. I like spring poetry parties!
In spring, composition 7 of the senior high school entrance examination is still open, and the temples are slightly frosty. Why don't you cling to the past? When will Feng Tang send it? -inscription
The chilly spring breeze blew the willow branches, and my wife and I took the donkey to a post station in life-Huangzhou. The satrap knows that I am a poor scholar and is too lazy to see me. He only put me and my wife in a run-down yard. "Ha ha!" I shook my head and said to my wife, "Let's call it Dinghuiyuan."
The adults in Beijing don't forget to retaliate against me, an arrogant boy. Probably because the adult's literary talent was defeated in the court, probably because he was compared with the adult of Shu when he went hunting with the emperor, which provoked the adult of Shu to splash his face. Thus, a word "Shen" in my poem became a charge of satirizing the emperor's construction of water conservancy. "Ha ha ha!" I burst out laughing and broke all the wolf hairs on my desk. "Shout ..." A biting cold wind blew the files on the table flying around the room. "I can't compete with you." I cried in pain. The wind blew open the door of the hut, and standing outside was a tearful wife.
"Time is like a pony in a crack, a fire in a stone, and a dream." A year passed quickly. This year, I carefully managed a small vegetable field behind the yard. Although the days are lazy, they are calm and have no waves. Whenever my wife comes to me with Four Treasures of the Study in her arms, I always avoid it, even though my heart hurts. Finally, one day, brothers Lu Zhi and Fo Yin came to me: "There is a good mountain on the border of Huangzhou. Why not climb up? " "Climb the stork's dangerous nest and lean on Fengyi's secluded palace. Why not?" I looked up from the hoe room and agreed happily.
So, my wife, brother Fo Yin and brother Lu Zhi set off at the foot of the mountain. The mountain road is rugged and winding, and thorns are everywhere. We walked carefully. When I was on the mountainside, suddenly spring thunder rolled and spring rain dripped. I have slackened off and have no strength to climb to the top of the mountain again. Brother Lu Zhi turned his head and said, "Where does spring come from? Lonely, no road. If anyone knows where to go in spring, call him back and live with him. " Say and rushed to the top of the mountain. My heart suddenly burst open and my thoughts welled up. I said to myself, "It's spring in bloom, and it's a little sour." I struggled to speed up the pace and split the Jing.
Finally we reached the top of the mountain, and the four of us held hands and looked down at the foot of the mountain. I shouted at the opposite hill: "I am Su Dongpo!" I know that from this moment on, I have got rid of the shackles of thorns.
April breeze is as light as a dream and peach blossom is red. As long as the faith in life never falls, everyone can have a beautiful spring at any time. —— Inscription She was lying in a hospital bed, her delicate little face was pale without a trace of blood, and her glasses were empty. She stared at the glass bottle falling on the bracket and watched the transparent liquid drop by drop regularly, and her heart was torn like a storm. There are countless hazel scabs on her hands, which has long been used to. She knew that these scabs would fall off one day, leaving only pink marks in her heart. It is spring outside the window. Birds fly over the clear sky, white clouds float, and children are busy flying kites in the east wind. She didn't look, but murmured, "I wish my hair was broken and I couldn't complain to Dongfeng." This annoying spring, this messy voice, she couldn't control her emotions anymore, pulled out the needle, leaned against the bed with difficulty, and then helped the bed move step by step. She began to spin and jump with all her strength. That's her dream-once proud white swan! With a bang, she fell heavily on the floor. Her leg is not bleeding, but her heart is already bleeding. In the silence, she began to sob quietly, and the mother outside was in tears, wiping tears behind her daughter and standing in front of her daughter to help her up. She was lying in the hospital bed again, smelling the pungent smell of Su Shui, and couldn't help looking back. This situation lasted for a month. She thought about suicide, but she was silent when she thought of her mother who lived alone. One sunny afternoon, her mother pushed her into the small garden behind the hospital. In late spring, lovely green is everywhere. Looking around, camphor, green willow and winter jasmine are all intoxicated with the fragrance of flowers and herbs. What is that? When she came closer, it turned out to be a grass, a flowering grass. She is so weak in front of everything, but she cares for the flowers to create the most brilliant beauty, and the heartstrings are moved. The spring that the mother expected came, and the daughter began to take medicine regularly to recover, and the smile on her face increased. Daughter's change and mother's waiting for spring are like watering flowers in warm spring and casting swords in cold winter, all for love! A year passed in an instant, and spring came again, but she didn't stand up and won't be disappointed, because the flowering grass bloomed again in the morning light. She watched, and gradually her pupils were filled with golden light.
If winter comes, can spring be far behind?
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In the morning, a ray of sunshine once again entered the room, just like your warmth melted my heart. So you've always been there, and spring is around! My grandmother.
"oh! I'll sleep for a while, and you'll see me off later! " I barely opened my sleepy eyes and got into the warm bed. You turned and left without saying anything.
At noon, the sun hangs in the sky, but it can't dispel the cold around. You drove your bike while avoiding the thick snow and sent me to school. I was wearing a heavy cotton-padded coat and holding a thermos bottle in my hand, sitting in the back seat of the car and taking a warm nap, but occasionally there was a cold wind blowing, which made me shudder. When will spring come? I'm thinking. ...
Grandma's thin body is still struggling ahead, and the pace seems to become heavier and slower. Grandfather Sun seems so weak that he won't even let go for a while. Is spring really not coming? Bright sunshine, warm spring breeze … How I wish there were sunny days everywhere in my life!
It was cloudy, and some snowflakes floated down, and a gust of wind swept it all away! I couldn't help narrowing my eyes and pulling down the hat that was buckled on my head. Grandma seemed to notice something, turned around and asked kindly, "Is it cold?" I froze. It was a face flushed with cold wind, and the gray hair was frosted, making the whole person look more and more pale. Is spring like this? But, maybe not. Warm eyes, kind smile, kind voice make me warm, that eyes, that smile, that eyes instantly make the world warm! I think, although there are still snowflakes floating in the sky, my spring has really come! She was by my side.
The cold of winter has dissipated, leaving only the color of spring, which has always been there! The sun is floating out of the clouds again, and the warmth is around! The warmth of that love lit up my heart. Perhaps, the uninhibited cold and my uninhibited youth have long faded, leaving only the heart contained in spring and the warmth you gave me. You gave me the spring of love!
If winter comes, can spring be far behind? You are like the sun, always hanging in the sky, hanging in my heart, taking me to the place of spring!
It turns out that you have always been there, love has always been there, and spring is by my side!
The composition for the middle school entrance examination in spring 10 You see, you see, the snow has melted, and it flows along the sidewalk beside our small street, tinkling like a stream. It is spring knocking at the door.
Everything was awakened by her, happily welcoming the spring, and the grass was touched by the sun and a little green. The flowers in our backyard withered all winter. Don't think that she is depressed. In fact, there are new flowers under her feet, which are thriving. Hanging heads are a tribute to new students. The thick snow on the tree was also melted by the sun, which only gave the tree the first sip of water in the New Year. From a distance, even the snow-capped mountains look a little more.
Every day, I see flocks of geese flying by. In the bushes, the birds just poked their heads out of their eggshells and squeaked into this beautiful new world. The white rabbit is no longer a white rabbit, but has unconsciously changed into gray or brown clothes, and it is still as cute. Going out is no longer a quiet white, but a vibrant green that people want to shout loudly.
Speaking of green, this green is also sudden. The day before yesterday, the grass suddenly turned yellow, and it rained heavily once a year for a day and a night. This kind of rain is a rare sight in the sunny city of Calgary. People don't run away with hats like Guangzhou people, just stand outside and smell the rare humid air. As soon as the rain passed, I looked out, and the grass was green, not green, but green and shiny.
The cars on the road are covered, and men and women comfortably bask in the sun and listen to music in the car, swaggering and taking their time. Open-air coffee bars and hot dog carts on the street are full of fragrance, and the paunchy boss is happy and sells them while eating. One-way street is getting more and more lively. Three or five children, together, rode bicycles and ran around on skateboards. In the city, in the district, every household has made an appointment to open their windows, so that the atmosphere of a stuffy winter at home can penetrate completely. Turn off the heating that has been on for several months and enjoy the natural air above 0 degrees.
Spring is beautiful and mysterious. You don't know when it will come. You can only hope and wait. When she comes step by step and you put on your shorts, you will be very happy, because spring has come and you have grown taller.
The composition for the senior high school entrance examination in spring 1 1 The warm spring breeze came quietly and swept the sky spotless.
A ray of bright sunshine shines on me, and I can't help but see your kind and familiar smiling face in my mind, and a warm current suddenly flows all over my body. I remember it was the snowy winter the year before last. You transferred to our school and became the head teacher of Class 8, Grade 1. As we have just entered the threshold of junior high school, we are obviously unfamiliar with everything here. It was you who spent the hard times with us. From then on, Class Eight, like a young eagle, started the course of going against the sky, and we achieved excellent results again and again. Although I can write about the role of a teacher, it is not detailed enough. )
Winter goes to spring, spring goes to Qiu Lai, and the third semester comes quietly. In the final exam last semester, I beat my strong opponent and won the first place. I danced with joy, and I was carried away by the victory. In class, I sleep and study by myself, talk loudly and dance happily. Absent-minded when doing exercises, academic performance plummeted! During the period, I often skipped classes and went to the playground to play basketball alone. One afternoon, I was playing hard on the playground. From a distance, I saw a tall body coming this way. You picked up the basketball on the ground, looked at me blankly and said, "I like basketball, too." Let's play together. " Then you cast a beautiful arc. Brush, the ball is in the net! My eyes widened in surprise. After a while, you suddenly asked me, do you know why the French team lost so badly in the 20xx Korea-Japan World Cup? I thought for a moment. "Maybe they underestimated the strength of Senegal." "no!" You interrupted me, "The French team was eliminated prematurely, not because of their negligence, but because they won the championship in the last World Cup!" After that, my face suddenly turned red, and the ball in my hand fell to the ground unconsciously. I muttered in my mind: I see, thank you, teacher! Since then, I have been studying like crazy. The final exam is over and I am the first again. Standing on the podium, I silently shed tears. I understand that it was your wise on-demand that sounded the alarm for me and brought me to this step.
It is you who helped me out of the cloudy winter and into the warm March spring. Teacher, you are the subway to spring. Without the power of ending, no matter how far the text goes, it should be fully connected with the topic. )