In study, work and even life, everyone has the experience of writing, so you are familiar with writing. Writing is a narrative way in which people express the relevant knowledge, experience and thoughts stored in memory in written form. You have no clue when you write a composition? The following is the composition I collected for you in the sixth grade, for reference only, hoping to help you. It has been raining all day. On the way home, the rain hit my face, which made people feel depressed.

but chun seems very happy.

the whole world is wet with rain, and when my eyes are lifted, it is full of green and fresh. Vicious green, tender green, deep green, black green, white green, lovely green. Every time I move forward, I pay tribute to my life. A lawn was just around the corner, and I suddenly smelled a smell of newly turned soil. My life has never been more comfortable, and my body and mind have been moistened and purified. The rain is still falling, the rain is hitting the lawn, and it is dripping and dense, and my heart suddenly calms down; The rain is ticking on your shoulders, cooling your skin rhythmically.

at this time, gold and powder are abrupt and gorgeous. Peach blossoms are like pink wind chimes, hanging on the branches in strings; Peach blossoms are like pink hydrangeas, and the branches are girls' light cloth shoes; Peach blossoms are like Sugar-Coated Berry, which makes people linger; Peach blossoms are elves, who live in spring, let the fragrance drift and make life beautiful because of cuteness.

Rape flowers are patches, which are pleasing to the eye, although there is no vastness beyond the eye. Golden flowers stand at the top, like a small sun, the light jumps out of green, and like a butterfly, with high wings, it will fly lightly. The rain beads wet it, but they are not lonely at all, but more beautiful. It is facing the headlights, reflecting the lights, and the golden color is refracted by the rain beads thousands of times, which is more eye-catching and more thrilling!

The sky is no longer gray against the background of gold, pink and green, and spring is more vibrant against the background of life.

I found beauty in the rain seeking spring. Composition 2

Spring is coming, spring is coming! Where on earth is spring? Let's go to find spring together.

ah! I found spring, and it turned out that spring was hidden on the green spring lawn. The grass, which just showed its sharp corners, looked at every visitor passing by with surprised eyes and found that they all took off their heavy cotton-padded jackets and looked full of vitality. Ah! I found spring again. It was hidden in the leaves of the poplar. Those small leaves, as big as a baby's palm, are so fresh and tender, swaying in the wind on the thick branches, as if waving to you.

ah! I found spring again, and it turned out that spring was hidden in that field. That endless new green, green, green eyes! There is also a little bit of red, a little bit of green, a little bit of pink and a little bit of purple flashing like stars, which also surprises our eyes.

ah! I finally found spring. I finally found spring. It turns out that spring is all around us. With the joy of this spring, I sang a song, "where is spring?" Where is spring? Spring is in the child's eyes. There are red flowers here and green grass here. And that little singing oriole ... ".

This spring search finally made me understand: actually, it is not difficult to find spring. As long as you carefully understand it with your heart, you will definitely find spring. Because spring is around us, in the eyes and hearts of each of us. Composition 3

My mother was cooking in the kitchen, and when she saw the winter jasmine in bud outside the house, she inadvertently said, "Spring is here."

I asked my mother, "Where did you see that?" At that time, it was only early spring, and the traces of spring were not obvious. If you don't look at the calendar, it only makes people feel that it is still late winter and the climate is still a little cold.

Mother smiled at me and said, "Naturally, it's from the winter jasmine." I nodded: "I also want to find spring."

Spring is a charming word, which symbolizes that a hundred flowers blossom and everything revives. I think, since we want to find spring, we should be a conscientious person.

I'm walking on the grass. Yes, the grass sticks out its head. It's tender and green, giving people a refreshing feeling. It adorns the world. Maybe this is spring. Flowers are in bud, just like my mother said, this is also spring. The fog like milk hangs over me, giving people a dreamy feeling, as if the whole person is immersed in white gauze and wearing a white gauze skirt. There are weeping willows by the river, and the willow branches of the weeping willows face the warm sun. When you look closely, there seems to be tender willow buds, which seem to sprout and grow immediately. In the hazy white fog, it adds a bit of beauty to her, which is somewhat soft and has a taste of Jiangnan. The grass seems to wake up early, trying to bloom. They seem to be saying silently that spring is here. Countless grasses are scrambling to spit green, and the tender new green makes people feel relaxed and happy. Spring has arrived. Listen, the river is tinkling, and winter snow is turned into spring water. This is spring.

Listen, the spring breeze is blowing quietly; You see, the grass is scrambling to spit out new green, which is the message of spring. Tell us, Chun, it's here.

I walked home at a brisk pace, and my mother smiled and asked me, "Have you found spring?" I smiled slightly: "I found it, Chun, right beside me." Composition 4

in the sixth grade, spring is coming.

I finally found her in a courtyard of the school. According to the teacher, the blooming flower is Haitang. Begonia then blooms in the spring, which blooms at the junction of winter and spring, and the flowering of begonia means that spring is coming.

imperceptibly, I came to a tree and couldn't help looking up. Isn't this the last touch, the most beautiful sunset? Slightly green, but the powder is brilliant, and there are continuous white clouds to join it, like clouds steaming Xia Wei. Looking at it, I wiped my eyes. Hey, how is it a strawberry-flavored marshmallow? Gently soft, if there is nothing, it will be scattered at the touch, and there is that feeling of melting at the entrance. Looking at this dreamlike oil painting, I can't help but forget where I am.

Too intoxicated, please stand on tiptoe and put your nose close to the stamen. Suddenly, it smells like bone. The cold air in the air perfectly blends with the warm fragrance of Haitang, which is cool and soft. I really want to have a pair of wings, so that I can spread my wings in the thick spring ...

Half squinting, I hold up a pink pink pink, with a gentle and beautiful tone, but not as elegant, fresh and elegant. I can't help touching, but I'm afraid that she can't support the strength from my hand. She only holds her' green branch', while the flowers in front are swaying proudly in the wind, which seems to be angry with me for not touching her. I didn't touch it until it was silky soft and comfortable, so I couldn't bear to let go, which made me intoxicated, intoxicated ...

Looking at the wind fluttering in spring, I fell into infinity. Why! What's the result of working so hard for so long?

Put aside the obsession of failure and return to my hometown-Chizhou in Qingming Festival.

"The rain in the sky street is crisp, but the grass color is near at a distance." The windows are covered with tears of spring. They roll, twist and hover gently, patting the dry earth with delicate bodies. Rape flowers linger in the breeze and drizzle. In my eyes, they are just golden smog.

"It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die." Walking along the lonely mountain road with an umbrella, the earth greedily devours everything: spring tears, fallen leaves, and even your shoes. Bamboo's arm wants to cling to the footsteps of spring, and spring leaves only a little grace, and bamboo shoots break through the soil layer with lightning speed. Ai Xiang leisurely, missing constantly.

"I want to get wet with clothes, but I don't feel cold when I blow my face." Strolling in Xinghua Village, the fragrance immersed in the wind brushed my face. Looking back at the ancients of that year, how much sorrow, how much yearning, how much bitterness and bitterness all melted into the wind and rain, blowing through countless springs. "Do you know, do you know, it should be green, fat, red and thin", which is permeated with wine and flowers, and this strange fragrance is intoxicating. Spring is full of thoughts and injuries!

"Outside the pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is blue." It's gradually clearing up, and the green dam is instantly covered with light. Look! Several children flew kites and laughed and played on the warm land. People drag men and women in succession when it is sunny, breathe the green breath, stroll through the fields, constantly have a panoramic view of the beautiful scenery on the way, enjoy this gift from heaven, avoid the noise and bustling city, sneak under a tree, and sleep soundly with the touch of spring. Mixed with all the natural beauty, spring is full of infinite beauty and joy.

"If winter is gone, can spring be far behind?" My heart is in winter, sitting in spring looking for hope! The cold winter has quietly gone, and spring is coming to us with a brisk pace.

The spring wind is so light, just like a mother's hand touching you; The wind in spring is really warm, and it is comfortable and comfortable; The wind in spring is really fragrant, and it smells of flowers and plants, which is refreshing.

I came to the field in search of spring. In the field, the rapeseed bloomed and released golden flowers, which looked like a golden ocean from a distance. Rapeseed not only produces beautiful flowers, but also smells good. Its fragrance attracted bees and butterflies. Suddenly, I saw a child with a net bag in his hand, catching butterflies. Looking at it, I remembered a sentence in a poem written by Yang Wanli: Children rushed to chase the yellow disc and flew into the cauliflower to find nowhere.

I came to the park to look for spring. The park has changed. The grass poked its head out of the ground. Is that the eyebrows of spring? There are two wildflowers that bloom early. Are those the eyes of spring? Trees spit out little buds. Is that the note of spring? Thawing brook tinkling, is that the sound of spring piano?

I came to the campus to look for spring. Rhododendron in the campus has a beautiful flower. It nods to me in the breeze. I smile and nod to it. At this time, the rhododendron blooms more vigorously, as if smiling at me! Peach blossoms on campus are listening to our beautiful songs on the branches, and she seems to dance in the breeze.

Where is spring? Where is spring? Spring is in the kite. Spring is swinging on the branches. Spring is in the sound of swallows and cuckoos. Where is spring? … Let's find spring together!