Writing composition on white clouds, raindrops and small flowers

1. Use the big trees, turtles, small fish, small flowers, grass, white clouds, blue sky and small crows in nature to write a 100-word essay

Under the blue sky and white clouds is a row of vast grassland. There is a big tree on the grass. There are many beautiful flowers and green grass around the big tree. The big tree often bullies the small grass and the small flower because of its size, and the small flower also looks down on the big tree and the small grass because of its beauty. Only Xiaocao felt that she had nothing to be proud of, so she remained silent all day long, dedicating her little greenness to nature.

One day, the big tree proudly said to the grass: "Brother Grass, why are you so short and thin? Look at how strong and tall your brother and I are!" < /p>

After hearing what the big tree said, Xiaocao didn't say anything, but just smiled at the big tree. Xiaohua, who was hiding under the big tree, couldn't bear the loneliness. She moved her petite body, blushed, and said unconvinced: "What's the use of being tall? Look at me." She twisted her small Waist, posing that pretty little face. At this time, she looked even more beautiful. At this time, a few little bees just flew over and stopped on the flower. Xiaohua was even more proud.

She said: "Hey, look at how beautiful I am! I'm not like you, tall and stupid." The big tree couldn't help it anymore and said, "What's the use of being beautiful? The embroidered pillow is useless."

The little flower said angrily: "Wait and see, let's see who is better!" The big tree and the little flower were talking. The quarrel went on and on, and only Xiaocao remained silent.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew, and the strong wind bent the waist of the big tree, and the big tree struggled to straighten its back. The strong wind blew on the grass, and the body of the grass was very soft. No matter how the wind blew, it would not yield. The strong wind blew on the little flower, and only a scream of "ah" was heard, and the strong wind broke the little flower's waist. Now, the big tree can see the joke. The big tree said: "Oh, what's wrong with your waist? Does it hurt?" Xiaohua stared at the big tree several times while crying. Xiaocao couldn't stand it, so she said: "Uncle, brother, don't say anything." Sister Xiaohua, he is sad enough now! "Xiaohua was very moved after hearing what Xiaocao said. Gradually she reconciled with Xiaocao. In the end, they became good friends.

From then on, Xiaohua and Xiaocao lived happily in this green land. On the grass, the big tree lived a lonely life. Finally, he couldn't help it anymore and became good friends with the little flowers and grass. From then on, they did their part for the earth together. 2. Use. Umbrella Flower and Bai Yun write a fairy tale

In the Sky Castle, Bai Yun is like a naughty little baby, running east and west, making Sky Mother unable to find him.

On the ground, people were crying. In a rich man's house, there was a garden with countless flowers. There were peonies, the "king of flowers", and noble and beautiful narcissus. The lotus fairy who is not stained by the mud, the rose angel who is a symbol of love... they are so beautiful that they show their beauty to people. But every summer, the flowers are dejected, how much they want to take a sip of water! Their thoughts suddenly turned into dark clouds, and raindrops like soybeans fell from the sky. The flowers felt the moisture of the rain carefully. After the rain, Baiyun and Umbrella were arguing about whose ability was greater. Baiyun said: "My ability." Big, if I hadn't turned into a dark cloud and made heavy rain, the flowers would have died of thirst! "Umbrella said unconvinced: "I have the greatest ability. If it weren't for me, people's clothes would be wet." Baiyun added: ". .." Just when they were quarreling, the "King of Flowers" Peony said: "Okay, you two, stop quarreling. Without white clouds, we will die of thirst, and without umbrellas, people will catch colds. , so you are indispensable! "

After hearing this, Baiyun and Umbrella lowered their heads in shame. From then on, the two of them lived in harmony and made great contributions to mankind. Because they knew: "A foot has a length, an inch has a length. short. ” 3. Write a composition of about 350 words using the sun, the little cat, the grass, the river, the white clouds and the wind

Once upon a time, there was a very beautiful forest.

There , the trees are lush, the sun is red, the grass is full of life, and the river is crystal clear, lying in the embrace of the forest, singing the song of spring.

The white clouds in the sky. Floating in the wind, like a group of happy little sheep.

The little animals frolic happily on the grass. Many beautiful stories have happened in this beautiful forest.

One day, several children came to this forest for an outing. Played a hide-and-seek game with the little cat; played a "Golden Rooster Independence" game with the hen and her children.

It was getting dark and it was time to go home, but their compass was broken, making them anxious. At this time, Feng Heye happened to be passing by and said quickly: "Don't worry, we will help you show the way."

After a while, they walked out of the forest. The beautiful forest makes children laugh and makes small animals grow up happily.

The beautiful scenery of the day is reflected in the red sunset. 4. How to write an essay on hillsides, woods, blue sky, white clouds, birds, flowers, grass, and rivers

Beautiful river My hometown is in Malu Township, Jinsha County, where there is a small river.

There is a row of small trees growing on the river bank, guarding this beautiful river like sentinels. In spring, when I came to the river in the morning, there was a vast white fog and I couldn't see anything.

The sun came out and the fog slowly dissipated. You could see the clear river water, dragonflies that had just woken up, the trees nearby, the mountains in the distance, a pavilion on the side of the mountain, and a temple on the other side. All this is like a painting being rolled up and unfolded.

In summer, several white-bearded old men came to fish with fishing rods and small benches. My good friends and I went to catch dragonflies on the river bank.

We used our homemade fishing rods to learn how the old people fished, but we didn’t have the patience and didn’t catch a single fish. Looking at the fish caught by the old people, we were extremely envious. In autumn, children rarely go to the river. They are all attracted by the big peaches and sweet grapes in the mountains.

There were only a few old people playing chess in the pavilion, and uncles playing cards on the grass by the river. In winter, after a heavy snowfall, the thick snow blocked the river. Children were afraid of the cold, so they gathered in the open space by the river to build snowmen, have snowball fights, and ride skateboards. It was a lot of fun.

This river in my hometown is very lively in spring, summer, autumn and winter, and it leaves me with a lot of nostalgia. 5. A composition about the little raindrops in spring

I am the little raindrop in spring. My companions and I are lying on the soft white clouds to rest out of boredom, and some of them are playing and playing. At this time, Father Lei came over and ordered us to go to work. I was about to protest, but then I thought, after a winter's rest, it was time to work, so I jumped in with my companions.

I reached the air and skillfully opened the deceleration parachute, but unexpectedly fell into an oriole. At this time, he cleared his throat and began to show off his voice. The crisp and sweet singing made me intoxicated. After the song ended, he said to me: "As soon as we fly back from the south, we will hold the annual spring concert. No, I am practicing." He also said that he would take me to other places to watch Look, after saying that, he took off. I followed him into the sky, but fell down because I didn't sit firmly. "Ah, help!" I shouted at Huang Ying, but he seemed not to hear me and flew forward without looking back. I fell on a piece of grass, and she was sucking the nectar... and growing upwards. After a while, she yawned and said to me: "Thank you so much. Without you, how could I have grown so tall?" "Thank you, thank you." I said proudly, I didn't expect that my little raindrops would be so big. usefulness. So I started chatting with Xiaocao.

Just as we were chatting happily, more and more friends landed on the grass. Suddenly, with a sudden "fly", my companions and I were ejected and landed on the frozen river. "Oh, it hurts me so much. Why hasn't this broken river melted?" I yelled angrily after falling down. The river seemed to understand my words and melted away little by little. "Help, the river is melting!" I shouted as I ran away, and finally ran to the shore a second early. I lay on the lawn to rest. After a while, under the rays of the sun, I turned into steam. Returned to the blue sky. "The plan for a year lies in spring." Spring rain can revive all things and make flowers bloom. Although there are only three months in spring, yes, it is often these three months, but it can bring wonderful memories to people. 6. Write a composition based on "Mountain Rain"

It came suddenly - from behind the gray sky, following the misty clouds, accompanied by the moist wind, I came here quietly.

I heard it, and finally heard its voice. It gradually became clearer from far away, and in my ears, a soft and moving singing voice came.

The mountain rain is as fine as cow hair and as soft as a gentle hand brushing across the cheek. They fall lightly into the embrace of the earth and laugh with their kind mother. The little flowers on the roadside are filled with bright smiles, welcoming the baptism of mountain rain; the grass also pokes its head out to enjoy the moisture of the rain.

Rain, patter...

The mountains in the distance are silent and smiling. The green pines and ancient cypresses on the mountain are so green. Look! The green is eye-burning, the green is transparent, the green is intoxicating, and the green is flamboyant. The entire mountain seemed to be covered with a green carpet. After a while, the green seemed to flow and roll in the earth, and instantly transformed into a sea of ??green! This green is by no means inferior to the green of Meiyutan. It's splashy, unadorned, with alternating shades of light and dark. Like a clear spring, it exudes a faint fragrance and flows in your heart; like a picture scroll, it shows infinite charm and is deeply hidden in your memory.

The rain is still falling. Occasionally, a bird flew by, but disappeared without a trace. Their wings must be stained with this pure mountain rain. They have the simplicity of the mountains and the purity of the drizzle. They fly in the fine mountain rain, and they feel a sense of indifference and tranquility in their hearts.

In the drizzle, I seemed to see the fairy who descended from the earth, playing the simple piano, and the sound of the piano was like the gurgling water. At this time, every leaf, every petal, and even every pebble on the side of the mountain stream became an elf beating on the keys. Together, they sang a beautiful and fantasy-filled song of mountain rain. . "This song should only exist in heaven"! I don’t know how many people love this mountain rain silently!

It went away suddenly - as soon as the sunshine parted the clouds, it disappeared, seeming to have fallen asleep in the warm embrace of Mother Earth.

After the mountain rain, everything is moist, clean and cool. Under the sunlight, a colorful world appears.

I love the mountain rain, its cleverness, its innocence, and its gentleness.

Listen!

Ding dong ding dong...

This is the afterglow of mountain rain. 7. In spring, white clouds in the sky, birds, swallows, mountains, rivers, grass, and flowers are all written in words

1 Ah, I saw spring. The mountains in the distance are rolling and turning green. The grass on the nearby hillside also quietly emerged from the ground. They are tender and green. The obese Xiao Yeer is like a fat baby who has just woken up. This one, that cluster, dotted the steep hillside. The trees on the hillside were also quietly pulling out new branches and growing new sprouts like grass. The branches of the willow tree hang downward, like threads hanging from the tree. The small bright yellow leaves are like petals tied on the line. The poplar trees are blooming, and these flowers are in bunches and are purple-red. The body is covered with very soft hairs, like caterpillars, which is really interesting. Mountain peach blossoms spread their petals and stamens, apricot blossoms bloomed on the branches, and pear blossoms competed for beauty...

2 Various wild flowers also woke up, and I saw them stretching their waists, raising their heads, competing to be the first to bloom, Red, yellow, blue, white, purple...it's really a hundred flowers blooming and colorful. Although these flowers are not expensive, they decorate the youthful grassland with their own beauty, and selflessly dedicate everything they have to the earth. Swarms of bees flapped their yellow wings and were buzzing about collecting honey; the colorful butterflies also danced in pairs.

3 Spring is a magician, who is more magical than her, who is more beautiful than her, she patted the face of the sky with her wand, and the sky suddenly smiled, and the bright sunshine rimmed the clouds with gold. She Touching DaShan's shoulder with the wand, DaShan immediately opened her sleepy eyes, took off her gray winter clothes, and put on bright clothes. She tapped DaShan's chest with her wand, and the flowers and grass quickly got out of the quilt and looked up. With a cute smile on her face, she tapped the strings of the river with her magic wand, and the river immediately emitted a beautiful gurgling sound. She couldn't help but sing the joy in her heart, spring is coming! Spring is here! The songs of spring are being sung everywhere.

4 Spring is here, and every corner of the earth is full of spring breath.

There are beautiful spring scenes everywhere on campus.

The willow tree pulled out thin willow silk, dotted with light yellow leaves; the grass came out with the fragrance of earth, clusters, clusters, tender and green flowers also stretched and took a nap. Yawning and sticking out their little heads; the children took off their bulky winter clothes and put on light and bright spring clothes; the birds flew out of their homes and sang beautiful songs, telling us: Spring is here! 8. A 500-word essay about rain/rain scene

The misty gauze-like sky is lined with clear raindrops, and the calm pond splashes with small flowers. I call them "rain flowers" .

On rainy days, I like to lie in front of the window sill and watch the scenery in the rain. Sometimes there are flower umbrellas held up under the rain, sometimes everything seems to be frozen, and there is no movement. Sometimes I hear the young and crisp sounds of children playing downstairs.

What I love most is watching nature in the rain. The rain is pouring down, and there is a special, quiet feeling. Sometimes it will suddenly hit my heart, and my heart will tremble slightly.

The humming of birds echoed in my ears, and the wind blew the willow banks beautifully.

All kinds of beautiful realms in nature appear before my eyes. The scenery accompanied by the free and easy rain is so hearty! The sound of rain is still so sweet, the heartstrings are still trembling, the rain scene is still so beautiful and moving, I still love the rain scene, the sound of rain, and the breeze in the rain.

The rain is still falling, and the misty gauze-like sky is lined with clear raindrops.

Everything is the same, but one thing is different, the rainbow is coming. Yuhun, do you believe it? Rain is alive.

At night, whenever I am alone in the mysterious dark night, they always jump to the window to accompany me. Whenever they come, I feel it, because the rain is sentimental . Sitting in front of the window, I was accidentally blown by the gentle and warm wind, and my thoughts wandered far away.

Listen! They are here, and my long thoughts are carrying them back! Listen! They missed me so much that they didn't even have time to jump off the train of their thoughts, so they came to me singing songs. They neatly wore crystal coats and danced for me in the dark night. They were shining, sometimes like a dance team composed of fireflies, and sometimes they turned into naughty little shooting stars, quietly smiling from the sky. It passed by, but I couldn't bear to leave anything behind.

Oh! No, I should be able to leave traces of fantasy behind! Gradually, Yu'er seemed to be angry. Are you tired from dancing for me? ha! It turns out they want me to reach out and hug them! Gently, I stretched out a finger, carefully, for fear of accidentally hurting them. "Bah", a strange little raindrop fell on the tip of my finger, itching.

Sometimes she winked at me mischievously, and sometimes she seemed shy. Is it too late to play, will Yu’s mother be worried about her? This small raindrop slipped away quietly.

When she left, she only took away part of her body, while the other, more crystal-clear part, was injected into my heart. Otherwise, how could Yuer be sweet? Even the night sky was moved by Yu'er's tenderness, and the dark night sky became much gentler and quieter. I slept in a hammock made of warm night and soft rain, and continued to have bright white dreams with the rain... The rain seemed like thousands of magic fingers, like thousands of strings, popping up A kaleidoscope of sounds.

Spring rain is soft, summer rain is rough, autumn rain is desolate, and winter rain is chilling; the moods vary depending on the seasons. However, the color of the rain is just as beautiful and the sound of the rain is just as pleasant.

In pictures, music and poetry, there are many excellent works describing rain. The lines, colors and music melody are ethereal and clear.

The light raindrops are like mist, white, kissing people's faces, making them feel slightly itchy; they also lightly wet their clothes. Umbrellas are like sails, floating up and down in the misty rain; they are also like big wings, boundless in the southeast, northwest, and flying in all directions due to the wind.

The silent rain is better than the sound; the funny rain is really joyful. You don’t need to wear a raincoat and take a stroll outdoors. The rain is like honey and wine, nourishing your soul.

——This dreamy rain, this strange rain, is so dreamy that it makes people imagine. I remember the spring rain of apricot blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River. The raindrops beat on the canopy of the boat, and there is also the fragrance of pear blossoms in the rain.

I remember the summer rain in West Lake, dripping with vitality, and the lotus leaves all over the lake were beaten loudly.

I remember the autumn rain in Tianmu Mountain. The fog was deep and the trees were rustling. The pines and cypresses holding up the sky were washed by the rain and looked particularly vigorous.

I remember the winter rain in Fuchun River, which made me weep and complain. The smoke from the huts on both sides of the river was gloomy and gloomy, like a stained pencil drawing. A drizzly and breezy night is suitable for reading poetry and prose.

On a stormy night, horror novels are suitable. Otherwise, just invite a few close friends, make a few cups of strong tea, buy a bag of peanuts, light a candle, and pretend it's something else.

Wind and rain are more suitable for cherishing people, because cherishing people often makes you sleepless; every sound of wind and rain is like a whisper of leaving someone. That summer, I sat with my friends in Chunqiu Pavilion.

At that time, the water chestnuts were already ripe, and on the lotus pond, villagers were busy picking them in small boats; the white clouds in the sky contrasted with the egrets on the water. The showers came suddenly, like thousands of horses galloping; half of the mountain suddenly disappeared, leaving only the dense rain, which densely hung bead curtains on the lotus pond.

In the shower, the water chestnut-harvesting boats still swayed calmly. The people on the boat were not even wearing their coir raincoats.

Southern Taiwan doesn’t get much rainfall. Especially in Kaohsiung, the sky is filled with dust; dust is thickly accumulated on the branches and leaves. After a shower, the green becomes completely new.

Shoushan Mountain after the rain looks down charmingly at the silent river of love; the silver-scaled water waves are also dyed green by the green mountains. On the river embankment, on the row of cement pillars, the porcelain covers of the row of street lamps are like white jade balls embedded in the landscape, vaguely showing the scenery of the West Lake.

"In the spring rain, the roof of the building is swaying. When will I return to watch the tide in Zhejiang?" The sudden torrential rain made me at a loss. I stood on the slightly trembling overpass in the violent wind and rain. I went up, holding on to the overpass, and walked down into the vast ocean again. I laughed at myself and said that I had to cross the bridge and cross the water after school. I rolled up my trousers, unable to take into account the raindrops that fell on my neck. It was so dirty that I felt I felt sorry for my feet, but I had no choice but to put them in the sewage. Looking at the dark clouds drifting closer and closer, my heart sank a little bit. Sure enough, when I stepped on the car, the rain made another noise, washing the scenery outside the car window, and the familiar scenes passed by. My eyes are sore and I have to avoid it.

Maybe I was so heartbroken that day that I had no intention of stopping. When I got out of the car, I had to brave the hail-like rain and walk with difficulty. In order to get home, I took a road I was not familiar with. There are always two twists and turns on the road, but being in a dark and unfamiliar alley, the fear is simply worse than Yu Hua's "death". After calming down, he recalled that he had walked out of here. On the route, I remember there was a gold shop, a pharmacy, and a slope. I was really stupid. To be safe, I checked every alley and finally found the direction of my home in my mind, and tentatively walked in. ,.