Spring comes gently with life and hope! She came to the field, to the stream and to our campus. The tall banyan tree has also grown new branches and leaves, and the breeze is blowing new leaves, making a "rustling" sound, as if whispering. The warm spring breeze gently stroked my face, blowing the tree's new clothes, raising her long sleeves for a while and fluttering her colorful skirts for a while. Everything on the earth is reviving, and everything is competing for beauty.
The flowers upstairs are already competing for flowers. I heard that the flowers were in bloom, so I quickly picked up the kettle and watered them, hoping that the flowers would be colorful and colorful. I have smelled and smelled, touched and touched, and I have been intoxicated by this charming flower sea! I uncovered the lush leaves and wanted to pour water into the soil, but I didn't expect to find a bird's nest with a big bird in it. The big bird was scared by me, but it didn't fly. I didn't want to disturb it, so I went to see other flowers. After a long time, I really couldn't control my curiosity and lifted the cluster of leaves again. The big bird is gone, and there are five eggs left in the nest. I ran around upstairs and downstairs and called the children up. Some of them said, "Wow, you still have a conscience. Let's take them back and cook them! " I said, "That won't do. We should take care of it together, turn it into a bird and let it go. " Everyone said in unison, "No problem." Later, I came up to see the bird's egg every day, hoping that it would crack quickly and become a bird. The more I think about it, the more anxious I am, and I can't wait to knock it open myself. A few days later, two eggs became birds. I was so excited that I gathered the children together to look for earthworms. Two birds didn't open their eyes. As soon as they heard the noise, they opened their mouths and waited for food. A few days later, all the eggs cracked, and it was difficult for us to find earthworms. We are busy every day. That day, I wanted to ask everyone to go up and see the birds together, but I thought to myself: I'll go up and see them myself, so as not to be noisy all the time. I went to the roof alone. I picked up a bird and turned it over. I can't help laughing. The bird's belly bulges like a ball. I looked at everyone. Just like this. We are afraid that they will be hungry and give them too much food. A few days later, the birds grew up and could fly. They flapped their wings and flew away. I really hate to let them go, but they love freedom, love the sky, and love trees more than me. How can they stay?
Only our beautiful and rich hometown can keep the lovely birds! Like birds, we should seize the beautiful time, study hard, add some spring scenery to the campus under the careful watering of the gardener, and decorate the spring of the motherland more beautifully!
The story of spring has three natural paragraphs in a 250-word composition.
I am very happy this spring.
Spring has come and the swallows have come back from the south. It is covered with bright black feathers, with a pair of handsome and light wings, pecking at branches in the sky, ready to go home and rebuild its nest. I seem to hear it saying, "I can move to a new home again." I am so happy! " "
The willows spit out green buds. I came to the river and saw the vibrant river bank. In summer, people can lean on it to enjoy the cool. How happy this is! I heard the brook "Ding Dong Ding Dong" singing cheerful songs. I asked, "Xiaoxi, Xiaoxi, where are you going?" The stream said, "I want to flow into the river." On the way, I can nourish the fields and wet the land ... I can make some contributions to people. I am very happy! " "
I came to a garden, colorful flowers, pink as chardonnay, white as snow, red as fire, really beautiful! People are praising beautiful and bright flowers. The flowers were very happy to hear the praise.
I came to the field. There was misty spring rain in the sky, which moistened the grass, made the grass greener, moistened the earth and made the earth softer ... The farmer's uncle showed a sweet smile, and they planted pumpkin seeds and corn seeds ... They also planted hope for a good harvest next autumn. They seem to see purple eggplant, white wax gourd and sorghum holding the torch ... they laugh happily.
I came to Daning River again. I saw the children running on the beach, flying kites and looking at their sweet smiles, I also smiled happily.
How beautiful, sweet and gorgeous spring is! I like spring because it makes everything in the world so happy!
③ Chinese composition: Write a composition of about 500 words with the theme of "The Story of Spring"
Miss Chun's clothes are all the rage in the whole country. She awakened the sleeping earth, flowers, trees and elves. In the garden of the earth, birds and colorful flowers and trees play a harmonious movement. On weekends, I can unload the burden of my heart and the pressure of studying, and drive to the countryside for a walk and picnic with my family, so as to get close to nature and feel it. What a pleasant thing it is to enjoy the beauty endowed by nature. I walked alone on the road in the suburbs. The branches have already taken out fresh buds, the green leaves need to be cared for like a newborn baby, and the spring girl sent a warm breeze like her mother. The grass also emerged from the ground with a "small head", which poked around looking for its little partner. Birds fly freely in the blue sky, sending people the message of spring from time to time: "Spring is coming! Spring is coming! Everything in the world is showing people a beautiful picture. Just as I was intoxicated with this beautiful scenery, suddenly, I found a grass in the gap, and it also leaned out its "head". Although it is not very high, it gives me a feeling of vigor and vitality. It works harder than the grass growing on the flat ground, because it has to break through many obstacles to prove its existence. Although it can only bring a little green to spring, although it will soon be trampled or withered by cattle and sheep, it still needs to tell people with its own existence that spring has come and fulfill its mission as a plant. Can we compare with this grass? There are no ordinary elites and talents in the vast sea of people. As an ordinary person, they cannot be perfect. The so-called ordinary people are doing ordinary things, completing their mission with their own existence, and working as hard as this grass. Although it will not produce colorful flowers, it will also add vitality.
(4) Composition describing the story of spring.
Spring, bright spring, mild spring, came back and came to my side. You are always dancing gently in the mountains, so close and kind. People can't forget that intoxicating dream. I wandered among the trees in search of charming spring scenery.
I set foot on mountains and valleys. I followed the mountain and went upstream. A ribbon with a poetic and warm wind gently brushed my cheek, which always makes people miss it. It's not hard to imagine that green is around you. Green is refreshing and never tires of seeing it. It represents the color of life and nature. After the long winter, the long-lost green has regained its brightness. When cicadas stop in the Woods, they will ask.
I, sometimes traveling through the forest, sometimes climbing and standing on the rocks. The only belief in my heart is-keep going up! Stepping on the soil is spring, full of the meaning of spring, becoming moist and energetic. There is a small clear spring flowing in the valley, which keeps flowing downwards, flows into my heart and moistens my heart. If I drink old wine that has been cellared for years, it will make me a little drunk. I look forward to the future as if heaven and earth were on my chest. I seem to be the mountain god in charge of the lush forest. I'm always a little proud when I think about it. The sly old tree didn't trip me. Although my knee is bruised; My hand was cut; The higher the mountain, the more difficult it is to breathe; Sweat drips like water. But they all died for the struggle. Fight against self and nature. Always set your eyes on the top of the mountain, the goal is there, the highest end of the mountain! They said, "The benevolent enjoys Leshan, while the wise enjoys water." Today, I walked around the room and absorbed the aura of heaven and earth and the essence of the sun and the moon!
Springs are tinkling into life, and mountains and rivers are vast in my heart. This is the fun of spring outing!
Lovely spring scenery
Looking out from a window of my house, rows of trees like soldiers have been struggling in the severe winter, and then they have grown leaves, just like a perfect military uniform, to warm these soldiers who have survived the slow and long severe winter. The birds are fed up with sulking in the nest. Their fresh air and a spring breeze bring them incomparable coolness. The birds sing beautiful songs and sing their incomparable pride. Every corner is changing, and it is worse than severe winter and severe autumn.
5 composition The story of spring is 800 words urgent!
Conte de printemps
A busy week passed, so I got up early on Saturday in order to feel the growth of all life quietly and gently. Osmanthus fragrans in front of the dormitory is filled with faint fragrance. The old banyan tree at the school gate is lush, tall and straight, as strong as a hundred years ago.
I got on the bus, but I had no seat. Fortunately, it's not too crowded. Choose a window seat and stand. The car was about to start when it suddenly braked. An old lady grabbed the handrail with one hand and leaned against the door with the other, and got on the bus with difficulty.
Like many old people, grandma's hair faded from the hair dye in the room, and the black and white color was particularly eye-catching. A red rope was tied to the sideburns, revealing a gold hairpin. The old man's face is full of years, but his eyes are kind.
The old man carefully put away his boarding pass for the elderly, then slowly turned around and walked to the carriage. At this time, a middle-aged man and a student in school uniform stood up at the same time.
The eyes of the whole car gathered on them.
"Sit down." The middle-aged man said to the old man in the local dialect.
The old man turned to the students and said, "Sit down, sit down, thank you, son!" " "The old man gently waved and motioned for the students to sit down. A gold tooth came out.
"It doesn't matter, I'll be there soon. Sit down! " The old man said to the middle-aged man again.
At this time, the bus arrived at another station. Although the old man grasped the handrail with both hands, he still could not stand steadily. The middle-aged man caught the old man. "Sit down, where are you standing?" The old man sat down obediently with a smile and kept thanking him. Middle-aged people just smiled and continued to look up at the road ahead.
Outside the window, the green trees stretch continuously, and when the car passes by, it seems that a car has been splashed with grass green. There is such a bird, eating grass in the car quickly, which seems to convey the message of spring to everyone in the car.
It suddenly occurred to me that Mother Teresa's famous saying: If you do good today, people will often forget it tomorrow. Do good anyway! A pure heart can give and love freely, then he is a happy person.
Yes, others may not remember what they did, but they can give freely and love freely like Mother Teresa. Isn't he a happy man? Faiser, the author of Endless Love, put it well: "Love has no end-a little kindness is like dandelion seeds in the wind. You don't know where it will fall, grow, bloom, fly again, and take root in the earth ... That white love flies over the ravine and the sea, unconsciously softening the whole world. "
The smile on the old man's face told me that she felt very happy. Middle-aged men and students are not stingy with his love and kindness-they are happy even if they just give up their seats!
Bow to beautiful thoughts and open the door of life with the key of love, and the story of spring will be like a myth full of miracles.
The public service advertisement of wireless TV on the bus rang: "Did you give up your seat today?"
All eyes are mixed with temperature, and they all gather somewhere again. ...
Conte de printemps
I have been in grade one, and I have experienced many things, some happy and some lost. Due to many things, some things have been forgotten. What has not been forgotten is the story of spring.
Spring is the best season of the year. Isn't there a saying that the season of the year lies in spring? In spring, willows sprout; Flowers are blooming; The grass gradually straightened up and the water in the river gradually melted. Everything is green.
In spring, everything changed. Some people give their seats to the old people on the bus. When crossing the road, some people help the old and the blind to cross the road. Even the flowers and plants in the park are appreciated. Something happened to me this spring, which deeply touched me. This makes me feel that spring is not only full of vitality, but also more human.
On the day after school, I am ready to go home happily. I saw a blind man wearing a Ma Lukou on my way home. He seems to want to cross the road, too. At that time, it was still raining heavily, so I helped him cross the road. Later, I wanted to take him home. It's raining hard. He didn't bring an umbrella. So he and I used an umbrella to send him home. I was about to walk to his house when I saw a manhole cover open in front. So I helped him by the well, and when I walked over, he asked me why I was spared. I told him. Right after I finished speaking. He immediately turned and walked to the well.
When he reached the well, he touched the manhole cover with his hand. I also went there. I should help him. But he didn't agree. Said he was afraid of getting my hands dirty. He touched the manhole cover himself. Remove the heavy manhole cover by hand. How can I not help him when I see this situation, just because I am afraid of getting my hands dirty? So I moved the heavy manhole cover with him. At this time, it rained even harder.
When the manhole cover was repaired, we walked to his house together. He gave me a handkerchief to wash my hands. On the way back, he also said that if it were night, wouldn't it be bad luck for some people not to know that it was so bad?
I was moved by his spirit. As a blind person, I can always think of others.
This is the story of that spring. This spring is not only beautiful, but also better for people. Make my answer better.
⑥ Spring story, composition, 500 words, model essay.
When spring comes like a wave with her unique new green, it feels really charming;
When spring comes with her unique warmth like the tide, that feeling can also make people lose their souls;
Spring is like a brush full of life. New green, light green, bright green, green, green eyes, tender our eyes. There is still a little bit of red, a little bit of yellow, a little bit of pink and a little bit of purple, which twinkles like stars and makes us shine at the moment.
So, I began to walk in the spring of my hometown.
A gust of wind blew and I realized that it was spring. Look! Spring is busy. Wherever she goes, she is colorful and beautiful. Green seems greener, red seems redder and purple seems more purple ... I seem to see flowers laughing, grass jumping, trees moving and trees running. The whole small village is dressed up like a paradise by "spring", and all life is holding a celebration, as if to celebrate the arrival of spring.
At this time, you will hear the sound of "Hua, Hua" passing by your ear. A closer look shows that the stream is singing happily. The sound really makes people close their eyes and listen to beautiful music quietly. The flowers on the tree occasionally drop a few small petals and float into the stream, flowing away with the running water, enjoying the works made by Miss Chun along the way.
The sun shed soft sunshine, which gave flowers and trees more care. Under the sunshine, this warm village looks so lively and lovely, just like a naughty child. This is spring in my hometown!
The story of spring should have twists and turns.
"It was a spring in 1979, and an old man drew a circle by the South Sea in China ..." The melodious and cheerful spring stories sang people's happiness.
In our life, just like the story of this beautiful spring, we need to inherit it, that is, the inexhaustible motive force for a country's prosperity-the spirit of innovation.
Kitchen-restaurant
In the kitchen, at the "food ceremony", my mother led the food to cook! Soon, after the delicious food experienced "skin reform", "somersault movement" and "oil and salt revolution", it came to me. And I will be "the leader of new food". A long-simmering "spring story", that is, innovation, is ready to be implemented.
Five potatoes and three eggshells are the first foods that are "open to me". Put it in the same small bowl, chop it up with chopsticks and mix it together, and the delicious new "mashed potatoes" can be finished!
Of course, just like the tortuous history of New China, I have failed sometimes. For example, I tried to squeeze ketchup into milk and found it hard to drink; I tried to eat * * * on eggs, but it tastes worse than milk; Finally, squeeze it on eggs and soak it in milk. As a result, I didn't do it anymore.
Seeing that I am so keen on "food innovation", my father can't help but be deeply moved. He said, "I'll cook for you and innovate in the kitchen." And launched a "challenge book" to my mother, and compared with her who cooked the food made me more satisfied. Mom agreed without thinking. I jokingly said to my father, "bribe me quickly." In fact, my father used his "colorful" mind to interpret the "spring story" in my kitchen in the 2 1 century.
1979 spring, an innovation of the chief architect of reform and opening up, * * *, made Shenzhen rise overnight and become a "window" for opening up.
Dining room and kitchen, my parents and I innovate again and again. Let's show the innovative spirit perfectly!
Write a composition about the story of spring.
spring
Spring has sent away the cold of the earth, and her footsteps have quietly approached. The sun is shining and the spring breeze is blowing on your face. Nature has put on new clothes, and everything shows infinite vitality. Everything looked like I had just woken up, and I opened my eyes with joy. Plum blossoms with pink branches are like the shy and budding face of a little girl; I don't know when the lush holly quietly covered with a new green. Peach trees, apricot trees and pear trees are all in bloom. You won't let me or I won't let you. Red as fire, pink as chardonnay and white as snow. The green grass crawled out of the soil and looked around strangely. On the playground, in the community, a large area is all green. "The breeze blows cold". Rows of willows beside the Jade Qing River sway their waists in the warm spring breeze, and the tender branches are covered with goose-yellow buds. From a distance, it looks like a touching watercolor painting. People can't help but think of Han Yu's poem: "The most important thing is the benefits of spring, which is better than cigarettes and willows." In the beautiful spring, everywhere is full of vitality.
In the golden sunshine, flowers float quietly in the fields, and the spring breeze rustles among the green leaves. They send warmth into people's hearts one by one. Spring is the beginning of a year, and everyone is pregnant with new hopes. The hope of farming is fruitful, the hope of starting a business is successful, the hope of working is to increase income, and the hope of going to school is excellent. In the great spring, let's work together for the hope in our hearts!
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