Write a composition topic by personification

1. anthropomorphic composition topic In the morning, the sun showed half of its face shyly like a new wife who had just left home.

In spring, the sunshine is warm, and extending a warm hand makes people feel very comfortable.

I dare not look up at the sun, but I feel dazzling everywhere. The air, the roof and the ground are all white and bright, with a little red in white. From top to bottom, it looks like a huge fire mirror, each of which is the focus of the fire mirror, as if everything were going to burn.

In late autumn, the sun hangs lazily in the sky, like an old man with a smiling face taking a nap.

The late autumn sun is covered with an orange lampshade, emitting soft light, shining on the body and face.

As soon as the sun comes to autumn, it scatters all the light to the world. Look, the fields are golden, the fields are golden, and the mountains are golden.

The sun in winter is as pale as the moon.

The sun was entangled in thin clouds and gave off a faint dazzling white light.

2. Find 50 easy-to-write composition topics. 1. Rhetoric uses figures of speech to draw metaphors: fatherly love is a mountain; Pomegranate in May is as red as fire; I am a happy little fox; Father's love let me cross the railing of fate; Exaggeration: the world is not home; A pancake covers the whole world; The greedy snake swallowed the elephant; And brave people. ""who is ah q? " "Who moved my cheese?" "What did you learn today? Personification: winter's story, mosquito's confession, mantis's secret, honest wandering. Q: Does Lei Feng really have no hukou? "I am a poor student, am I easy?" "A dou couldn't help it, who is to blame? Irony: I am a silly girl. I want to be a poor student. In fact, I am stupid. Dad, I don't want to be your daughter. Cognate words: teacher Niu's stubbornness, Huaihua Village's love for Sophora japonica, duality: born in sorrow, died in happiness, thought about it, and wanted to aim high; Dry, down-to-earth, feet shorter, inches longer, comparison: that mountain, that man, that dog, small bridge, running water, people, jujube trees, dad and me, dew, tears, action: sparkling shot put, give my heart some ice cream, call: please untie me. Me! " /kloc-the value of 0/0000 yuan =? ""Good girl? Bad girl? "Fire, fire! Fourth, the algebraic method borrows common algebraic expressions, such as: sincerity+trustworthiness = sincere friendship, 1+ 1=? " My PH=7 "and" Reduce the burden ≠ Reduce the vice "V. Imitate the titles of famous books, articles and songs by imitating the application method. For example, the diary of a girl in Sha Fei, who is my loveliest person, oh, Snow White, you at the same table, mother's kiss VI. Cross-linking is counter-intuitive, such as: spring breeze passes Yumen, victory is the mother of success, and opening books may not be beneficial, such as seven matches, I am an orange, and my favorite proverb. Events and social hot topics such as: Elizabeth's story, the September 18th Incident in our class, Bi Xiaomai, the monitor of Iron Blood, my mother and I had a cold war. Why not learn from Paul and Gates? My father is a migrant worker.

3. anthropomorphic composition topic "fear" I was alone at home at night and was very scared.

This evening is my worst day, because my parents went out to eat, and I felt very scared alone. I always feel deserted, and there is a bleak atmosphere, so I can't get out by hiding in the towel quilt.

But after a while, I was thirsty. I want to drink water, but I dare not. I have been waiting for my parents to come back before drinking water. I have been watching TV, and I want to sleep. I just slept for a while and then they came back. I ran to the restaurant and drank a big glass. My mother looked at it and said, "Why are you so thirsty?" I said, "I dare not come." What am I afraid to come? I told my mother everything. My mother smiled and said, "What a rich imagination.

I listened to my mother, and I won't be so scared in the future. Now I know that I just need courage, and nothing can be done badly.

4. Write a composition with metaphor, personification and parallelism. The title is "Spring". Spring is a season full of imagination. It's not as hot as summer, but the temperature is suitable. Unlike autumn, everything is green and full of vitality, full of green. Unlike the heavy snow in winter, the breeze bursts. I like the reverie of spring, and I prefer the story of spring. Grass has such a touching story. Spring has come. After many painful struggles, it broke through the ground, ushered in the first day of sunshine and rain, and took the first breath of fresh air. It smiles and swings freely in the breeze. It is free and easy, and the green leaves are dotted with the earth. Rain or wind. It does its best to send the most beautiful wishes and laughter to spring. The strength of the grass is touching, and its spirit of not being afraid of difficulties is inspiring. Throughout the ages, how many poets, poets and writers have praised the grass. Although its life is short, it is devoted to spring without hesitation. Well done! There is such a touching story on the hillside: with the ringing of the spring bell, everything on the hillside has revived as if it had been touched, and the original lifelessness has become vibrant. They all stretched, washed the dust off their faces, coated them with smooth oil, and all of them were radiant. They also occupied every corner of the hillside like grabbing land, and the grass and flowers complemented each other; Butterfly bees work together; Tall trees and low trees are pitching, and these beautiful scenes are unique in harmony with other scenery.

5. Write a composition with personification. Today, I went to play in the small garden again.

My eyes followed a little ant in a hurry and made a strange trip. The space has expanded before my eyes, and the slender grass stems have formed a lush forest.

A little ant, a busy little ant, is wandering in this forest. I think it's lost! It is holding a small piece of bread crumbs, swinging two tentacles, stopping to explore the direction from time to time, which is very cautious.

My eyes followed its footsteps. It walked, twists and turns, sometimes hitting rocks, and sometimes avoiding other insects competing for food. Slowly, its pace accelerated and did not stop. I guess I'll be home soon.

Their little world lies under some weeds on the edge of the forest. Here, many small ants are far away, holding food two or three times larger than their own bodies.

Go in and out in an orderly way. Look! A butterfly flew leisurely over the village, and the villagers stopped in a daze, but a few of them reacted and continued to carry food, and everyone continued to be busy.

In the streets and alleys, colorful small ascaris wear beautiful colorful clothes, just like girls in the south. In front of the cricket, a group of watermelon worms gathered together and cast a curious look at this behemoth.

A brave little watermelon bug stepped forward, had a friendly talk with it and showed the crickets around. What a lively chat! My eyes were attracted by a group of dancers. There were more than a dozen of them dancing gracefully under two "big trees". With a few bugs, everyone was intoxicated and reached the state of ecstasy. Sometimes they curl up into "small watermelons", and sometimes they walk with little feet and perform extremely elegant small steps.

This unparalleled dance can only be performed by watermelon worms! My eyes explored along the secluded path, and I saw the ants having a meeting. The king sat on a small stone and announced something majestically. I think we are discussing how to spend the winter.

The ants at the bottom are really undisciplined. You say yours, I say mine, whispering is very lively. The meeting was short, only a minute or two, and then it was over.

Everyone went on in the hustle and bustle. I was surprised to find that there is a larva activity room in the world of ants! There is a large group of tiny ants in a hidden grass.

Several big ants led them to turn stones, carry things, hide and cross the grass.

Patiently, carefully, seriously and bit by bit, teach them everything an ant has to do. I also saw many secluded villages in the grass.

If it weren't for the hooves of birds, I would play in their world until dark. I found the happy world of bugs. How happy and proud I am! What an unknown little world this is! Do you know that?/You know what?

6. Writing some composition topics requires parallelism, personification and metaphor. That erudite seems to suddenly blush and slightly pink.

On a quiet night, only the stars in the sky are whispering.

A woman is sitting in the middle of a small yard with a silky reed eyebrow wrapped around her finger. Lu Mei is thin and bouncing in her arms.

Autumn shattered the rumors of summer with grace.

Autumn has come, and the golden red fruit on the tree is smiling. They are nodding and smiling at us!

Autumn is beautiful, dancing her skirt gracefully.

At sunrise, the river is redder than fire, and in spring, the river is as green as blue. "This is the spring of revolution, the spring of the people and the spring of science! Let's open our arms and embrace this spring warmly!

There are still one or two lamps leaking through the cracks in the tree. What is listless is the eyes of those who are sleepy.

The water is wild, and Suoxi is like a wild child jumping out of the mountain, running around the mountain for a while, pouting for a while, gambling and making trouble alone.

It took off its shabby coat and started a new life; It greedily sucks the fresh and sweet dew of spring and slowly grows lovely tender branches and green leaves.

Appreciation of classic metaphors;

Her article is well written. Structure is as close as the relationship between neural nodes and neural networks in human body.

The clouds in the sky are like mountains, rivers, lions and galloping horses. ..

My heart ached, and tears puzzled my eyes.

Little brother's face is chubby and red. It really looks like a lovely big apple. I really want a bite.

As night falls, the surrounding mountains are like tall mountain gods, mysterious castles, depressed giants and endless carpets.

A silver-gray hovercraft, like a thoroughbred horse, sped by on the sparkling sea.

Neon lights up in the distance, like a bright rainbow, like a fairy's dancing nepotism, like a colorful bridge, like dazzling clouds.

Seen from a distance, the pine trees on Mount Tai are connected and thick, which looks like a knife-shaped eyebrow across a person's cheekbones.

7. Write a short composition with personification rhetoric, and its implication reflects the relationship between individual and collective.

A long time ago, there was a small water drop. It has a great wish: to build the world's first ocean with its companions. There was a huge hard stone laughing at the little water drop: "Hey! It's a joke that you want to build a sea with this poor drop of water! " The little water drop didn't listen to what the stone said. It and its companions converge into a stream.

This stream is a happy stream, and it is singing a happy song. The stream kept flowing, and a dead branch saw it and asked, "Hey, stream! So happy, where are you going? " Xiaoxi, of course, remembered that he was a small water drop and replied, "Of course, I went to the front! The dead branch sighed and said, "Hey, have a rest. Exhausted is not fun! """Never stop, never stop!" The stream is still singing cheerful songs. Unconsciously, some streams flowed with it and merged into a small river.

The river is singing cheerful songs and running tirelessly forward. In a big forest, a yellow leaf floated with the river for a long time. The yellow leaves were very tired and said impatiently, "Hey, River! Where are you going? " Of course, Xiaohei couldn't forget that he was a small water drop, so he replied, "I'll go to the front." "alas!" Yellow leaves floated to the shore with a sigh. Unconsciously, this river and other rivers merged into a big river.

The great river is singing in a low voice and running tirelessly to the front. Those who were swept up by the waves and followed the river felt tired and asked, "Hey, Dajiang! Where are you going if you keep running like this? " DJI won't forget that he is a small water drop, so he replied, "I'm going to the front." "nominal", "nominal", which have so many "nominal"! It's almost over, let's catch our breath! "DJI didn't answer, keep running. The sediment sank secretly with resentment, but the river was still flowing. ...

Finally, one day, rivers and countless lakes merged into the sea, and the sea will never forget that it was just a drop of water.

Note: I wrote it myself, which is original.

8. Anthropomorphic composition "The Gift of the Spring Girl"

Winter is drifting away, and Miss Chun has quietly stepped into nature. She brought three special gifts. ...

The river froze into ice, and Miss Chun came. She passed the first ray of warmth to the river, and the ice gradually elongated and melted. Only the sound of the river flowing gently, only the dew flowing on the withered grass leaves ... The girl smiled because she knew that the source of her first gift, spring, had flowed down. ...

Small dewdrops are like small round crystals. They were playing on the yellow branches and leaves, and accidentally fell down, disturbing the grass on the roadside. Grass gently raised her face and was very happy to see Sister Chun. Spring girl smiled, and Grass bowed her head shyly. Then all the grass turned green, the earth was covered with green, and small flowers came alive, dotted the land like an endless carpet. The beautiful scenery was seen by the sleeping peach tree. It was envious and said to the river, "Can you give me some of your sources?" The river agreed, and it let its source flow to the earth. Peach trees suck the nectar from the river and turn green. The earth suddenly turned green, and all the trees were no longer yellow. Their lives were awakened again, and they straightened up and talked happily. The flowers next to them hang their heads and their bones look full. At this time, there are many peach blossoms on the peach tree, which are very lovely. Their scent awakened the dead winter jasmine. He stretched himself, opened his long-sleeping eyes and said happily, "It's a new year!" " The cry woke up many flowers. Those blue flowers put their faces on the river, looked at their reflection and boasted, "We are the most beautiful flowers, and no one can compare with us!" " ""really? "A pink flower poked its head out, and another purple flower also said," We are the most beautiful! " "There is also a string of red, rose and sunflower ... it's a hundred flowers!

Several butterflies smelled the flowers and flew in succession. They danced happily around colorful flowers. Bees will also come with fragrance. They are not so idle. When they collect nectar. Whose cry is "Haw Haw"? Miss Chun looked up and saw that it was a lovely bird. They also went out and refused to stay at home. They are flying happily in the blue sky. Spring came, and the squirrel was awakened by the chirping birds, opened his eyes and jumped up and down on the tree happily. The black bear in the tree hole was awakened, yawned, slowly walked out of the hole, looked around wearily and began to go out to look for food. In this way, slowly, all the animals woke up. Fish swim freely in the water, and rabbits jump around on the grass. Of course, besides bees and butterflies, there are other insects, such as spiders, who weave white webs on trees. Mantis are observing their "target", while ants, not bad, are in a long line, delivering food ... Spring girl smiled again, because her second gift has been given to nature, that is, to wake up all life.

There is only one last gift left. You must want to know what that is. Don't worry, Miss Chun will take it out soon. Look, Miss Chun draws a colored ribbon from her pocket. She threw it into the blue sky. A rainbow appeared in the blue sky, spanning the blue sky, mountains and the earth.

The wind is blowing gently, and Miss Chun will leave, because Miss Chun's gift has been sent to nature …

Spring scenery in a small town

In my innocent memory, the country is your incarnation, and the clear water is your ribbon.

In the early spring morning, the mist has not dispersed. Riverside, a small forest, leafy, birds and flowers, lush vegetation, lush, refreshing spring breeze gently blowing, giving people a comfortable feeling, making you feel like you are in a fairyland. At the edge of the forest, in a small river that breeds from the river, the river is green and crystal clear. Those unknown small fish swim around happily in the water, and occasionally the tip of their small tails sticks out of the water, splashing ripples on the water. The willows on the shore are jagged and reflected in the water, and the "ten thousand hanging green silk tapestry" is interpreted as "charming". In the spring breeze, they look like "My Fair Lady", pretending to comb their soft long hair in front of the mirror. Farmland is oily green, cauliflower is golden, and buildings are criss-crossed, connecting green, yellow and red with the colors of spring. Several luxurious mansions, hidden among them, are a charming new scene of farmland.

Walking into the town, you seem to be in the Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival. On both sides of the street, houses are scattered, high or low, row upon row; In the middle of the street, traffic is busy and people are buzzing. Shops, supermarkets and stalls can be seen everywhere, and the goods are colorful and varied. The market is soaring and business is booming. A folk juggler with three monkeys over there attracted many pedestrians to stop and watch. Those three monkeys are very naughty, grinning, jumping up and down, very clever. At the monkey's command, the three little brothers skillfully performed various actions: either saluting you or stumbling, which caused everyone to burst into laughter. ...

From time to time, there was a cry of hawking in the market, and the loud voice at the door of the store often drowned out the sound of the trumpet. Pedestrians jostle shoulder to shoulder, bustling, very lively.

It can really be said that "all kinds of arts are sold in spring, and thousands of miles of farmers are busy in the morning and evening". It is a bustling town in spring.