In ordinary study, work and life, when it comes to writing, everyone is certainly familiar with it. Writing is a style composed of words, which expresses a theme through language organization after people's ideological consideration. Do you know how to write a standardized composition? The following is my excellent winter composition, which is for reference only. Welcome to read it. Excellent composition in winter 1
"This winter is warm because of words" is the opening remark of Li Aixia, a famous writer in our city, at the weekend reading meeting of Ankang people. His voice did not fall and he was applauded. Hearing this, it is like a warm current flowing all over the body in an instant, warming people's hearts. Every weekend, the city library is packed, and book lovers get together to read Mr. Li's new book Flowers in Flight. Pay a little attention, in recent WeChat, Weibo and online media, "Flowers in Flight" has become a hot topic, and it continues to heat up. Many book fans and literary friends are the first to read, taste and appreciate this masterpiece. Literary reviews, reading notes, insights, freshly baked, have been exchanged, shared and disseminated on the Internet. Therefore, this winter, "Flowers in Flight" became my bosom friend, and the influence of the words and the dense ink made me feel a kind of warmth and enjoy a kind of happiness.
after the publication of the poetry anthology Plums Are No Bitter, five years later, the second literary monograph "Flowers in Flight" by teacher Li Aixia came out in a stunning way. As the writer jokingly said, "I am an elderly woman, pregnant in October, giving birth once, and giving birth to a new work." Once the work was published, it immediately stirred up Ankang's literary world, caused quite a stir and set off a new reading craze. Reading through this book, she is like a "chicken soup for the soul", which is seeping into the reader's heart little by little, moistening the reader's heart, intersecting with the reader, and causing a * * * sound. Let people Ming Che, gradually realize and ponder. I was lucky enough to get a new book signed by the author. If I get the treasure, I cherish it all the more. Often placed on the desk, bedside, whenever I have leisure, I will be hungry and read it with relish. Even if I only read a few lines and a fragment, I will gain something and make new discoveries. Reading and reading, I have the feeling that I can't stop and can't put it down. Gradually, I was inseparable from her words in the wind. In this way, I read "Flowers on the Fly" and "Flowers on the Fly" accompanied me, and we spent day after day.
I am a lazy person and I read very few books. Even if I take a book to read on a whim, I'll just swallow it and take a quick look. But somehow, "Flowers on the Fly" hit it off with me at first sight, so that I could calm down and enjoy it, and even I was puzzled. Undoubtedly, this work has been praised by the predecessors in the literary world and recognized by the readers, and it is worthy of being an excellent work. Some time ago, I carefully read more than 4 works in the first two chapters of Flowers in Flight ("Educating Harp" and "Life Flute"). The articles are simple in feelings, plain in language, shallow in ink and light in language, and very grounded. The author's loyalty to education and his interpretation of life can be seen in detail. I realized the meaning of "every grass will blossom", and I learned that "kindness and innocence" are the keynote of life. Next, I browsed the works of "Family and Strings", in which the words bathed in true love always touched my heart, and the words soaked with deep feelings always touched my memory and made me cry. In particular, the author recalled his mother's essays, and every word was touching and tearful, which made people moved and burst into tears. Reading and reading, my tears swirled around my eyes, and I couldn't help thinking of my dead mother and father. The dusty memory was torn apart a little bit, and an inexplicable hidden pain in my heart was quietly spreading ... Closing the book still couldn't calm my excitement. This is the intersection of emotions, the ringing of thoughts, and the charm of words. At this time, the warmth of maternal love and the depth of paternal love are like a touch of warm sun in winter, the most gorgeous, warmest and warmest. In this way, holding "Flowers on the Fly" in my hand and reading a beautiful article, I gradually felt that the words were like dancing notes, not only beautiful, beautiful, but also emitting warm light, flying into my heart and warming my heart. In this way, in winter, I found warmth in the words and tasted the most precious things in the world. This winter, warm by words, seems to be the most beautiful "warm winter".
Now, I've been with Flowers on the Fly for nearly two months, and I'm ashamed that I haven't finished reading it completely, and I haven't learned it by heart. My cognition is still shallow and immature. I hate that my writing is too shallow, and I can't write a tasteful review. I often write in a hurry, ashamed of my work and ashamed to see the author. But I want to: read a hundred times, and its meaning will be seen. As long as I read, taste and realize with my heart. Perhaps, I will gradually realize and find something. Now, I have brought Flowers in Flight to school, put it on my desk and read it when I have time. Colleagues saw me reading carefully and joked: Li Aixia's hardcore fan. I laughed and said: Super fan. Yes, fans and fans alike, as long as they are good books and works, they will have millions of readers in Qian Qian and a group of loyal fans. Because reading has become a trend, a fashion. We are a scholarly society, a scholarly and healthy campus!
Looking at Flowers on the Fly on the desk, I couldn't restrain my inner excitement, so I wrote this young passage ... I want to say: It's warm to read Li Aixia's words this winter. Have "Flowers on the Fly", happiness. Excellent composition in winter 2
November should be autumn, at least, in my hometown. The sky is pale, white and quiet, reflecting the joy and sadness of a season. Occasionally, the wind gently lifts the curtain of memories and tears down a lot of long feelings. Even if my mind is dull, I love such a wonderful time.
It's November again. I'm used to looking up at the sky. I want to catch the tail of a flowing cloud with my eyes as before and ask it to bring me a blessing-people far away, I'm with you. But as far as I can see, it is no longer the sky in the past, and I can't find a familiar cloud. Yes, I left, even in the same month, it was not the same scenery.
I don't know if November in Shanghai is autumn, but I don't want to call it autumn. There is no reason, but it's just an obsession with memory. Maybe after years, when I am in another strange place, I will miss the autumn in Shanghai. There is no snow, not winter. So, I want to say, November, when winter is coming.
Walking in the cold wind of Shanghai, I imagined the scene when it was snowing, and I unconsciously remembered Xi Murong's poems. She also studied in different places, even in foreign countries. Here and now, I should be immersed in a sentimental atmosphere of missing. I should think of her "The Ballad of the Great Wall", "The Exotic Song" or "The Exotic Land", but none of them. What suddenly came to my mind was "Twilight", which was clear and clear.
on second thought, how obvious this is. Winter, the end of the year, so now, it is the moment before dusk. Although around me, not all the colors are silent, and not all of them have become calm, but for any sensitive heart, when winter is coming, everything will be different. Isn't it? Every time the wind blows, in addition to naturally feeling slightly cool, it is easier to think of the warm willow wind, followed by the fragrant rose in the corner, and then the wind is strong and suddenly wakes up, from the memories of the season. When winter comes, it is a good time to look back. In fact, we have been doing this all the time.
People's emotions are wonderful. Every memory always comes unexpectedly, and most of them are fleeting, leaving a faint disappointment. But let's bow our heads and thank the creator for this short moment. It is from this that our expectations and hopes come. Dante sang loudly in the white sunlight, and he must have captured the golden touch mixed in it; Liu Zongyuan looked at the Hanjiang River alone. He must have felt the water stirring under the ice. Nothing else, at that moment, they all remembered what touched their souls, so they could see what ordinary people could not.
Zhang Xiaofeng said, "Life is a great encounter". In this one-way life, there are countless unknown opportunities. Just as there are no two identical leaves in the world, there will be no identical life. Each of us is an individual independent of all beings. Just like this, we have unique experiences and naturally have unforgettable memories worth living once. I believe that there must be countless people who nourish their souls with memories so that they will not get lost in the winding road of life. The power of memory can't be explained by simple description, only you can feel it. Perhaps, this is also an unspeakable realm.
every time I read someone else's memoirs, I always have a solemn mood of reverence. Because I know that a life, a life with the same essence as me, is dissipating in a way that I can't feel, or it has passed away. And in front of me, it is their long life. I didn't know such a life existed when they were born like summer flowers. And when their lives were dying, I suddenly broke into their lives as an observer. Bits and bits, joys and sorrows, are all like shells, basking on the shore of my heart. I pick them up with my left hand and wipe them with my right hand, and collect them one by one with a calm attitude, and then use my life to experience, see through and gain weight for my soul.
Maybe, when my life enters the twilight stage, when all the stories related to me have taken shape, I will naturally look back. It's just that I can't predict whether I will see the girl who is sitting quietly studying in the depths of the forest, or the teenager who is laughing and chasing with her partner in the afternoon sunshine, or earlier, the little girl who fell on the newly paved asphalt road and was crying with her mouth open. When I look into their eyes, will I be a naked child again?
I think, from now on, I will not only love the spring that is full of emotions, the summer when the flowers shine like fire, the autumn when the rain hits the lotus like a dream, and the winter when the snow falls like a poem. In the wilderness of time, there are bound to be many moments before dusk, so that I can look back with a smile, and the verdant and swaying green will inject a new force into my soul, so I can meet it fearlessly.
When winter is coming, it's cold and dew, but I'm still willing to sing a sunset song in the clear night. If you ask me why again, I'll smile and say nothing. Excellent composition in winter 3
We all wore thick cotton-padded clothes, while some trees lost all their leaves! You see, this is winter!
A tree that has lost all its leaves can't be said to be ugly, but it's always a pity that it lacks the lush charm and exposes the huge emptiness between branches. I often have an impulse to put something between branches in winter. I like to make everything from scratch. This is exciting.
Winter is always so sparse. Is this the real reason why we lack happiness in winter? The trees seem to have stopped growing, and we always spend the winter with a kind of waiting mentality. If it snows, the branches of Yushu and the ice hanging from the eaves can make us happy. Without the shade of trees, I feel a little guilty, and I feel that there is no fence in the toilet. The voice of the geese is far away. I feel sorry for the winter sunshine on the earth, because if the brightness and warmth of the sunshine do not shine on the red flowers and green leaves, the sunshine is not equal to wasting the years. Just as we stood by, waiting for dark in front of a red charcoal fire.
however, some birds landed on the trees, large and small, and colorful. I seem to see flowers all over the tree!
Sometimes, birds come and go in flocks. Starlings or crows are the ones that are dark. Sparrows like to fly in flocks in winter and land on bare branches in flocks. Black birds will decorate a tree and a forest in an instant. Pigeons fly like this. If a flock of white pigeons fall on the branches, they will be as white and elegant as magnolia flowers in early spring. The birds are shouting and making a noise. Sometimes, three or five, they are scattered on sparse branches. I think these three or five birds have their own worries, and they talk less and don't talk more. Some fly away, some stay. Sometimes just one, just one. A bird stands alone on a thin branch, which reminds people that flowers on the tree bloom first, and then a large one.
whenever I see a tree full of birds, I stop to watch. Trees with birds are particularly vivid. I like these birds flying from tree to tree, and I like them dancing on the branches. The winter wind is subtle and elastic because of the jumping of these birds. They are singing on the branches, and the singing of a bird makes the winter on the trees have no cold stagnation. The crow's song is thick and reckless, and the sparrow makes winter out of order. Sometimes a bird sings a tactful song alone, trembling and shining carefully. It's like a person who remembers love drinking spring tea in winter. That's wonderful.
birds on the branches are more beautiful than real flowers. Have you ever seen a flower bloom from spring to winter? Have you ever seen flowers flying from branch to branch on a tree? Have you ever seen flowers that can sing? This is a bird that recreates the vitality of winter.
Birds are the flowers of trees. Someone must have found them before and told them. Such a beautiful thing won't wait until today to surprise someone. I stood under the trees, and the birds did what I wanted to do. They really opened flowers between branches in winter, rehearsed dances and played music.
In fact, birds are always in the trees, in the trees in spring, in the trees in summer and in the trees in autumn. It is only because of the real flowers on the tree and the swaying of the leaves that we see more beauty of life. Therefore, the birds in the tree are ignored. I said that birds have always been flowers on trees all year round. They are hidden among the leaves, dancing with the green leaves and singing with the spring breeze. The cicada song in summer is set by a bird, and jathyapple in autumn is cut open by a bird song. Trees are the home of birds.
A kingfisher lives on the bush near the pond. Its green feathers are more gorgeous than dark green or light green leaves. We can recognize the kingfisher flowers in the leaves at a glance. Two orioles can make a willow tree more graceful. I think Du Fu missed his hometown in the beautiful Jincheng. "Two orioles sang green willows." He only heard a euphemistic bird song and thought of Jiangnan. In February in the south of the Yangtze River, which tree doesn't have the singing and dancing of orioles? Whether there are flowers on the trees or not, orioles will always fall to the south of the Yangtze River in February. There are flowers on the tree, and birds will fall on it. The icing on the cake is not repetition, but more beauty. How about magpies stepping on plum blossoms? The happiness of the countryside lies in a splendid plum blossom tree. Magpies always fly in twos and dance and sing in twos. Magpies are flowers that bloom in the countryside.
I like the egrets in summer. They live in the Woods by the river at the head of the village all summer. When the egrets return from the green paddy fields, they all fall on the treetops, which is the most romantic flower in a tree from a distance. The most unforgettable thing is the moonlit night in the village, where the egrets perched on the maple tree. The night wind blew the leaves noisily, and the moonlight would shake the egrets on the branches and open their long wings. I