No matter in study, work or life, everyone has dealt with composition. Writing a composition can exercise our habit of being alone, calm our mind and think about our future direction. What kind of composition can be called an excellent composition? The following is my seasonal composition for your reference, hoping to help friends in need.

There is always my seasonal composition 1. Some people like spring when grass grows and warblers fly, some people like sunny summer, some people love autumn when the sky is high and the clouds are light, and I only look forward to winter when snowflakes fly.

It has no flowers and birds in spring, no sunny weather, no trees and enthusiasm in summer, no fragrance and fruitful results in autumn. In winter, silence brings a peace of mind.

At this time, I don't stay at home like other seasons, but go outside to enjoy the snow scene. One day of the year, it is snowing heavily, and the white world really attracts me.

The cold wind roared, snowflakes fell in succession, and the earth immediately became a world of pink jade. Snowflakes, like children, have their own personality. Some snowflakes, like brown, fall on the tiles; Some snowflakes, like brown, fall on the trunk; Some snowflakes fall on people like clothes.

At school, students wear thick clothes, just like lively and lovely little penguins. They came to the playground and began to play. Some students are having a snowball fight. You won't let me and I won't let you. They all want to win, just like the "Three Kingdoms" in ancient history. Of course, I didn't fall behind, and I participated in their games together. White snowflakes turn into snowballs when rubbed. Although I wore gloves, I still felt cold air coming out of the gap. When I threw it away, it immediately spread into a snowflake curtain, and everyone's face was filled with laughter.

In winter, there are two kinds of spirits hidden in secrets. A strong and pure spirit. The powerful spirit is embodied in the "three friends of the old cold"-pine, bamboo and plum. These three plants can only see their spirits in winter. Especially may. Everything dies, and plum blossoms will bloom. In winter, the colder the weather, the more colorful it becomes. From this point of view, its spirit is so powerful. We should be strong when things go wrong. The purity of the soul is embodied in "snow". It falls to the ground, you can see how white it is, without any flaws, which brings psychological washing to people.

Winter brings fun to people, brings vitality to the land before spring, and of course stays in my youth. My heart is better because of winter. Winter is my season.

There is always my seasonal composition 2. Some people look forward to the winter when snowflakes are flying, some people like the spring when grass grows and warblers fly, some people like the autumn when the sky is high and the clouds are light, and I like the rainy summer.

I remember it was a cool summer night. I felt irritable on my face, groggy in my head and limp, as if I were stepping on cotton. My anxious appearance was noticed by my careful mother, who quickly took out the thermometer and put it under my arm. After a few minutes, my mother carefully took out the thermometer and held it a little away from her eyes. "Ah, 39 degrees, what's wrong with this child?" Hurry up, mom will take you to the hospital. "Say that finish, my mother has been squatting in front of me. When we went downstairs, we found that it had rained in Mao Mao. Afraid of losing time, my mother casually put on a shirt hanging outside and continued to run to the hospital.

Along the way, my mother kept asking about me: "What's the matter, son? Hang in there, and you'll get to the hospital soon ... ""Are you still worried, son? It was my mother's carelessness. When you have such a bad fever, I find that I am really not a qualified mother ... "It's usually a few minutes' journey to the hospital, but today seems particularly long. My mother's greetings and reproaches have been lingering in my ears.

Finally, when I arrived at the hospital, my mother patted the door of the duty room and shouted, "Doctor, doctor, look at my child quickly ..." When I opened the door to understand the situation, the doctor gave me an intravenous drip. My mother continued like this for two hours and held me in her arms impatiently. That day, I felt my mother's arms were so soft and warm for the first time.

Since then, every rainy summer night, I always feel a warm current surging in my heart, probably because it contains my mother's deep love for me.

Summer is my season, with me and my mother. And my mother's endless love for me always floats in my memory like rain, every morning and evening during my growing years.

My seasonal composition is blue for three days. Against the white clouds, it looks so clean and bright. The bright sunshine glides through my fingertips and directly enters my eyes. My pupils ache faintly, so I turn my face away and try to avoid the dazzling sunshine and enjoy the warmth I should cherish.

Years change, four seasons alternate ... Walking on a road called "years" in confusion, enjoying the test brought by the change of seasons alone. "Do you like exams?" It's a bit ridiculous, but it disappoints me. Slowly, I began to reflect: should I fall once? I have no reason to be depressed ... the storm in my life tells me: I can't do this, never!

Perhaps, once, I was a helpless bird, but now, I will want to fly and fly out of my own sky, and I will struggle to realize my dream. Even if one day, I find that the world is not as simple as I imagined and the sky is not as blue as I imagined, I will break through the clouds and try to fly. Although I will hit the dark cloud of "suffering" and get hurt, I will not give up anything. Because I know: there are too many people around me who love me, and they have been fighting for me. Who am I to give up? You know, in the future, the journey I want to fly is still very long, very long …

As a result, a bird with a broken wing was injured and flew like this. Even if it sometimes cracks the wound because of excessive force, it will persist and work hard!

The hardships of studying have taught me a lot, maybe not just me, but many people. Everyone will always be hurt by the hardships of life, but people with dreams will always drag their injured wings forward, even if they are tired and painful again … looking forward to the snowy winter; I like the spring when the grass grows and the warbler flies; Like sunny summer; I like autumn when the sky is high and the clouds are light. All this may be just a habit of mine. In the process of this habit, I may not find my own direction, but I will always reach the end of my heart.

The world is so big and people's feelings are so complicated. Even if I fly with broken wings, through the spring, summer, autumn and winter and miss the rain and sunshine, I will always reach the end of my life. Because birds always have a season of their own, with the alternation of seasons, birds with broken wings will not be lonely!

The dream journey has no end!

There is always a seasonal composition that belongs to me. I'm used to standing on tiptoe and looking into the distance between classes, as if I could catch a glimpse of distant faces in the future if I were taller. At this time, I will strengthen my belief that although I am only a mint, no one can stop my dream of flowers. There is always a season that belongs to me. ...

Since the goal is the horizon, what is left to the world can only be the back. Wang Guozhen's words are inspiring. Memory is an invincible flower in full bloom. This summer will shine in the past tunnel and grow towards the sky with the vitality of sunrise. Raise your hand and be a real hero in class; It will be more mature to raise your mouth and wipe away the tears of injustice; Look up, I will start again after the fierce wind and waves. June, midsummer, my season, the sunflower in my dream will finally bloom in the wind!

I stood at the window, thinking and confused, and my heart began to tremble, connected with the stone under my feet. I saw a leaf, a persistent leaf, still holding my head high under the erosion of the storm, firmly guarding the tree and being the last leaf. I got a fright and ran out of the window. I said to it: "Don't force it, you are just a leaf, and no amount of cost can change your destiny." In the stormy weather, I seem to hear a weak but stubborn voice: "No, I will stick to it, even if it is shattered, I will protect my dream." Yes, I suddenly had an epiphany. Why can't I stick to my dream like it? As long as you believe, it will definitely become a reality.

Shakespeare said, "If you have confidence, you will often succeed." McKee made history by scoring three goals in a row in the All-Star Dunk Contest. In an interview, he said, "I didn't think I would fail, but I firmly believe I can, if I can." Yes, even if God abandons you, he can save himself. Although my composition is not as eye-catching as grass, I believe that as long as I bloom silently with all my heart, wild lilies will also have spring!

Hard work will pay off, and there will always be a season for me! In an instant, the rainbow overpass will stand between me and my season and lead me to the sunshine after the storm!

There is always a season that suits me. There are warm spring, warm summer, sad autumn and cold winter all year round. Which season is mine?

Three years ago, that hot and tireless summer, I thought it was my season. The three of us were very good friends at that time. Midsummer noon, hot and stuffy. People are blowing air conditioners and fans, shouting "hot, hot". The three of us didn't seem to feel hot, sitting in the corridor of grandma's house, eating popsicles and talking with a smile. When the sun gradually cooled down and the sound of chopping vegetables came from the alley, we either ran to a sheepfold in Shan Ye and broke off some poplar branches to feed the sheep, or ran to the path under the sheepfold to get some strange grass to make grass cakes. If it rains, you can play more, net dragonflies, or sit on a wet stone and watch rare rainbows or lightning. At that time, I thought it was my season.

Two years ago, that snowy winter, I thought it was my season. I was admitted to this school with excellent results at that time. I thought I was far ahead at that time, how powerful and arrogant I was, and now I dare not even think about it. At that time, I really naively thought it was my season.

A year ago, in that elegant and cold autumn, I thought it was my season. Autumn leaves have always been the object of admiration. I think autumn leaves are so much like me, falling from trees until they disappear, indulging in soil. The autumn wind came again, blowing the sky blue and falling leaves in succession. At that time, I thought sadly, this is my season.

Spring has come, and the sun is shining all over the world, so warm and pleasant. The world seems to have woken up from the cold winter. Flowers began to rush to open, and wicker spread its tapestry of leaves. It seems that I have forgotten the cold of the last few days. Forget all the annoying things. Open your fingers, as if touching the comfort brought by spring. So is spring my season?

Perhaps, everyone has his own season and his own unique memory of the season. This may be the reason why every season is so unique.

The four seasons are warm spring, warm summer, sad autumn and cold winter. I hope there will always be my own season.

There is always a seasonal composition that belongs to me. The wind is very strong, and the branches are torn into light simplicity. I stepped on the clean city corridor, and the inexplicable bleak atmosphere of autumn filled the air and lingered in my hair for a long time.

I kicked the fallen leaves scattered on the street corner. I had never cleaned them before. I listened to the deep sigh in the ancient city wall, repeated the lonely wounds, and looked at the high-walled city again and again. I was speechless.

This is the loneliness and sadness in autumn. I don't know if I am such a person who can only wander on the edge of the city. Sometimes, I wish I could belong to summer, this season full of vigor and vitality.

Some people say that I am dull, and I am sad, just like the fallen leaves in autumn, which have withered my mood and purity. You said that I was born cold, like the air between autumn and winter, which made people short of breath. You said my character is late autumn.

All right. I could have listened to them calmly, listened to their jokes, and listened to their jokes. But one autumn night, I heard the swan song of life.

Maybe it was left by wild geese. In the sunset, its thin figure was dragged on for a long time. It flapped its wings as if it had been hurt and moved forward bit by bit. It tried again and again, flying again and again, but it, really soon, flew in the sky again, crossed in the air, leaving a string of proud songs.

If its fall and injury belong to the growth of autumn, then its flying and arrogance belong to the perfection and enthusiasm of summer!

I also want to have this kind of life, this kind of courage that can transcend life and death and everything!

This is my season and my mood. I know, in fact, I have always known that the passion that sleeps in my heart is my true aestheticism.

I don't know when it began to change, from yesterday or from a long time ago. In short, I saw the summer in my heart, warm and ready to go, and embraced the most beautiful touch in the future.

I believe that I belong to summer, and I believe that there is always a season that belongs to me, so that I can release the purest emotion!

There is always a seasonal composition that belongs to me. In spring, summer and March, peach blossoms bloom in Pak Lei. They say that spring is my season; Known as the "national beauty and fragrance", Haitang is full of beautiful flowers, and green lotus blooms in summer. They say summer belongs to me. "There are guests in the moon, and there are no flowers in the world to compete for fragrance", "Yellow osmanthus with dense leaves", and chrysanthemums with yellow flowers everywhere are particularly fragrant. They say autumn is my season; Plum blossom fragrance comes from bitter cold. They say winter is my season.

Everything in the world has its own season, just as "Don't envy the three spring peaches and sweet-scented osmanthus come true, Xiang Qiu Rong" 5 They can breed new life and wait for the opportunity in the season that no longer belongs to them. They can work hard and show their strength in their own season. Since I have never tasted that taste since I was a child, youth is my season now.

Youth is the golden age for everyone, and it is a precious period for growing up, learning knowledge, increasing experience, accumulating experience and gathering contacts. Just like flowers, they have the fragrance of peaches and plums, the brilliance of begonia, the spring of lotus, the fragrance of cinnamon, the yellow of chrysanthemum, the white of snowflakes and the fragrance of cold plum. At this time, let yourself "don't be idle, get old for nothing, stay out at night, and study hard with the spirit of fireflies reflecting snow." In this vibrant, youthful and energetic season, I will constantly improve myself, master excellent skills and make due contributions to society in the future. I will study hard, morally, intellectually, physically, aesthetically and comprehensively. "

As long as you work hard in this season that belongs to me, as long as you are persistent, unremitting, blooming and overflowing in this season that belongs to me, it is of great significance to think about your life. I believe that the future return to society is also of great value, and I believe that the future road will be brilliant quarter after quarter.

Maybe in the future, I will become a scientist to solve unsolved scientific research problems, maybe I will become a teacher to make peaches and plums fragrant all over the world, maybe I will become a doctor to relieve the pain of patients.

It doesn't matter what you do in the future. The important thing is that now, you must constantly experience yourself in this season that belongs to me. Just like the flowers of the season, after my season, it will bring people fruits full of branches.

Children's shoes, in your season, work hard! Fight! Come on!

There is always a seasonal composition that belongs to me.

The weather is already very hot, very blue, very blue, endless sky, this is the real sky. There are no clouds in the sky, only endless blue. The sunshine happily shuttles through the streets and high-rise buildings, steaming and shaking the distant ground. This is the summer I remember since I was a child.

Looking back on the past summer, I always think of a picture. In a hot and irritable sunshine, the cicada's cry suddenly exploded in the trees far and near, but it brought a little empty inspiration. I walked blindly in the white sunshine, as if walking on the fault of time and space, lingering, constantly moving towards another white space. Every time I recall these things, there is nothing in my mind, and the only thing is sunshine.

Summer, spring is full of hope and vitality, and autumn is sad and sad. However, it belongs to the sun itself.

Yes, I stubbornly believe that summer belongs to sunshine.

Of course, I also have many stories in summer, but whether it's the happy and noisy way home in early summer or the last sad hug in late summer, in retrospect, it's always the sunshine and those dark yellow faces, as if they were filtered with a little fresh and nostalgic style. Although some sunshine is harsh, some is warm, some is hot and some is soft, and some is warm orange light that will only be emitted on the day of sunset, they are always tacitly hooked up with summer without exception.

Of course, sunshine represents enthusiasm and happiness, and can also be directly compared to a cheerful teenager. However, I would like to let sunshine represent memory and hope, that is, the past and the future. As I said at the beginning, I moved from one sunshine to another, so the shadow in the middle is now, that is, the whole summer.

However, sunshine makes people avoid and miss, just like the whole summer. Throughout the long and leisurely holiday, I resolutely spent half my time recalling and half my time looking forward, so I wanted to cry and laugh. However, summer is still going on, life is still going on, and the sun is still overflowing, so I still embrace the present with melancholy and enthusiasm and embrace the whole summer.

However, I don't know why, I always feel that summer belongs to the sun, and the sun belongs to me.

There is always a seasonal composition that belongs to me. In June, a wanton rainstorm washed away the blooming flowers in the yard, and the originally warm yard was no longer full of spring.

Wandering alone in the courtyard, the steps of frustration are as heavy as lead. I failed in the monthly exam the other day, which made my heart as pale as a test paper. Looking up at the gray sky and the listless flowers and plants in the yard, I can't help but sigh-where is my season and where is my wonderful?

The godless eyes reflect pale and rush about in the empty yard. Suddenly, my eyes fell on the corner, and in that remote corner, there were still a bunch of low flowers! It took me a long time to remember that this humble flower seems to have another name-Muxianghua.

Look at this dense cluster of flowers! Tiny petals, light as yarn, thin as wings, weak and boneless, make people love. There is a faint fragrance in the flesh color, showing femininity. She is not as delicate as the peony that "moves the capital when the flowers bloom"; It is not as full as the "opening and closing naive" lotus. She just timidly opened her petals, petite as a grain of rice, and looked at the world with curious eyes. She quietly blooms in the corner, blooming in this season of her own!

My inner softness was touched. I looked at the flowers and plants in the yard, the elegant peony, the burning begonia and the lotus on the pond. Isn't it all "wind and rain will always blow away" This woody, this paradise-like pale pink, quietly blooms in her season!

"A cup of turbid wine is over noon, and the fragrant flowers are wet."

In fact, in the years of life, flowers bloom and fall, everything changes, and the seasons cycle. We don't have to worry about a temporary failure and eventually drown in the tide of time. Auckland tells us: "As long as we make unremitting efforts and don't give up easily, we will eventually have our own season." I understand: "If my heart is sunny and not contaminated with sadness, as long as I have faith, there will always be a season waiting for me."

Looking up, the sunshine after the rain broke through the haze, and a ray of bright colors appeared in generate in the air, and the refreshing world was fixed in a sunny smile.

Thinking of that woody plant, she told me that there is always my season and my success waiting for me to get out of the haze of failure.

There is always my seasonal composition 10 after school.

Crisp voice, in the campus, echoed. Lonely figure, wandering between buildings.

I walked forward.

Carrying a heavy schoolbag and marching with heavy steps, my heart is the most empty, my eyes are straight, and my thoughts don't know where to fall.

I remember a cold winter day after the final exam, the teacher reported a personal achievement with a sullen face. I looked down at the paper covered with red crosses, and there was only loss and despair in my heart.

Keep going.

It's a summer afternoon and the sun is still hot. I finished the physical education test and waited for the result hopefully, but I failed and was full of depression.

I bypassed the side street.

It was a windy autumn, and I walked to the piano grading point with my piano book in my arms. After playing a long piece of music, I waited for a month to be informed. After January, my mother and I immediately inquired about the results, and one failed, like the autumn wind blowing my heart cold.

A series of blows almost destroyed my self-confidence, and I began to ask myself what I was good at, what advantages I had, and why I didn't succeed. After the question, there is no answer. What should I do?

After returning home, turn on the computer, hoping to find the secret of success. Enter the words into the input box, and those famous words that have been passed down through the ages will come out. "The secret of success is never to change the set goal." "Success is the result of hard work, not hope." "Others often judge you by the number of successes, and no one will pay special attention to how many times you have failed." Looking at these words, I understand that there is no shortcut to success, only unremitting efforts. Success is not laziness, only persistence. Success depends not only on hope, but also on our own strength. What are you afraid of if you fail? Only through the storm can you see the rainbow. Thought of here, I suddenly enlightened.

Walking into the familiar road, I remembered the familiar things. During the winter vacation, I made unremitting efforts and persisted. After the winter vacation, I went to the examination room again and again, wrote down the answers, handed in the answer sheets and waited for the results. This time, I succeeded and got good grades. Restart the piano exam, and you will get a pass, not a certificate. Physical education exam, the first full score after hard work. At that time, it was all spring.

There is always a season for me, and there is always a spring for me. Although there are difficulties and failures, there will be my success and excitement.