Na Ren Najing composition

In daily study, work or life, writing is the most unfamiliar thing for everyone. With the help of writing, we can improve our language organization ability. How to write a good composition? The following is the composition of that person I compiled, which is for reference only and I hope it will help everyone.

That man's landscape composition 1 When was there a little more gloom in that green? When did the blue sky have a wisp of white smoke? When did these birds disappear? At that time, everything has quietly changed, leaving only the deep call for that person's scene from the bottom of my heart.

When I was a child, here, kites looked down at the earth, birds played melodies, fields, carefree laughter and blooming smiles revealed the purest hearts. That time is eternal in the green mountains and green waters.

Every day, we wake up in the morning light and walk to school in the first sunshine. We walked hand in hand. After the storm, our footprints were left on the muddy path, accompanied by the fragrance of the soil and carefree laughter all the way. The muddy path witnessed our happy time, pure friendship and heart-to-heart beating, and wrote a beautiful and pure hymn.

Time passed quietly. I don't know when that person changed, that scene died, and everything changed quietly, leaving only the deep call from the bottom of my heart for that person and that scene.

I don't know why the green forest in my hometown has lost its luster and become dull. The forest where birds used to fly was somehow silent, and the blue sky and kites did not know where to go and where to look. Today, there are only a few people left here. You and I are separated from each other and are never the same again.

Coming back here again, the scenery in my hometown is completely different. At this time, there are more cars, highways and factories witnessing the development of the times ... like this scene, we have long changed. I don't know when there is a gap between you and me. It is invisible and intangible, but we can't cross it. Alienated words, bland, I don't know how to start caring, only deeply buried in my heart. I often think that life would be like the first time, but unfortunately, the innocent you and me, the innocent years are gone forever.

I stood on the muddy road, the breeze blew, the leaves rustled, and the words of joy floated away. In my heart, it was a deep call. With the wind, the call of that scene to that person is clear and ethereal. Disappear in the distance.

Time has become a long river that we cannot cross. We go further and further in the long river of time, and our hearts have quietly changed, just like that scene, without a trace of green and vitality. However, the scenery can still be seen, and the heart can still be returned?

As time goes by, my heart goes far away. In retrospect, I just hope that life will be as seen, that person and that scene will never change. Now, I only sigh that the years have passed and the innocence has disappeared, leaving behind the call from the bottom of my heart …

The man's scene composition 2 is there, there are no tall buildings, and there are no endless cars. Only endless trees stand in rows on the mountain, guarding the lake. In the early morning, you can see dew hanging on the grass stalks by the lake, the distant mountains looming in the depths of the clouds, and a new day begins in beauty. In the afternoon, you can enjoy the best time of the day by the lake, drink a cup of tea, watch ducks play in the water for a while and enjoy the sparkling microwave in the water. You close your eyes, enjoy the love of the wind, and feel the years are quiet.

This is my favorite place, Dongqian Lake, which I call "fairyland on earth".

I often walk under the eaves of red tiles, listening to the crisp sound of rain dripping on the eaves of ancient houses, strolling in the old streets, watching the old people stroll in the sunset and experiencing the infinite silence of the years.

I like this old house. Because I often come to Artest's house. Chat with the elderly and play with my sister. Time flies, but human nature remains.

Dongqian Lake, a place that awakens people's hearts again. You and I will be very happy here. When night falls, the stars shine and the breeze blows, will your heart slip past happiness quietly, as warm and bright as the bright moonlight, pure and fragrant?

Man's composition 3 "Get off!" My aunt gave a cry. My brother, who had a good time with me, got off the bus soon. When we got off the bus and saw the three characters "Green Expo", I jumped up and cheered: "Green Expo, I'm coming!"

Walking into the greening Expo, the first thing that catches your eye is a sea of people. I saw people running around and standing there quietly, as if to have a panoramic view of everything in the garden. Where is it still? Taking pictures is very interesting. Although everyone is very happy, I really can't stand mosquito attacks at this time, and I'm not interested in taking pictures.

Green Expo is full of people, people on stools, people on the grass, and even sleeping children in the cradle car. Let's see the scenery again! There are always a few bees collecting nectar in the lush grass, but the flowers are always so gorgeous and noble: some flower pots are made of fine pear wood. I was attracted by the beautiful peony in front of me. It was not until the sunset kissed the western hills that grandma's crying pulled my heart back.

"Go, go and drive!" Actually, the car dad said was a four-person bike. When getting on the bus, my father controlled the steering wheel, and my brother sat on the steering wheel and kept stepping on the brakes. The car was forced to keep walking and stopping.

"Turn left! Go straight! Turn right! " My brother commands the car like a commander. Dad kept taking pictures all the way, let alone how happy he was.

Finally, the lease came, the sun set, and the family went to eat happily. At the dinner table, the whole family was eating and laughing, and all of them were filled with happy smiles ... When I wrote my composition, the scene of Virescence Expo, the man and the car still appeared in my eyes and heart.

On the campus at noon, the sun is shining outside the window and the fans are buzzing in the classroom. This is undoubtedly playing a lullaby for our students who often "fish" in class. The students are asleep in their seats, but she and I are full of energy because we are going to borrow books from the library. The library is only open on this day of the week, and there is not enough time for recess. We come and go to the library. It is conceivable how important this precious nap time is to us two people who love reading.

When the teacher was asleep, we slipped out of the classroom quietly. Outside, the sun is baking the earth, and the flat cement playground is "baked" by the scorching sun. It seems that if you pour a basin of water on it, it will evaporate without a trace. This is the only way to the library, but we have to rush to the playground in the scorching sun, like fire fighters rushing into the sea of fire. When we hurried past the "big baking tray in the playground", we turned around and heard a cicada singing, which came from the camphor trees on both sides of the school road. I don't know how many cicadas lie on it. They cried in despair, and their voices kept rising. It's a little harsh, but once they calm down and listen carefully, it's still beautiful However, we have no time to enjoy their concerts. Our first task is to borrow books.

It is said that many things happen, but why did you become a "God who cares" as soon as you came to us? We finally came into contact with the shade brought by the eaves, but the library was closed! Just when I was very distressed, she happened to find that the river opposite the fence was covered with rotten wax gourd. She pointed to the wax gourd and asked me, "How do you think we can cross the river if we climb over the fence?" I thought about it, and then we all replied, "Step on the melon!" " Oh, maybe, this is what people often say, yet I feel the harmonious heart-beat of the Sacred Unicorn! When we said the same answer in unison, we all smiled at each other. Then she asked me, "It's been six years. Do you think we can still be together like this after entering junior high school? " I froze for a moment and didn't speak. In fact, that's what I'm worried about. Six years passed quietly. In these six years, we laughed together, grieved together, went crazy together and cried together. However, we are about to face the choice of separation, how can I give up! I shook my head: "I don't know, but I really don't want to be separated from you." I want to be your good friend for life. "

She smiled, revealing two sharp little tiger teeth. Her smile touched me the most. Whenever I feel depressed, she will come and hold my shoulder for the first time and say to me with a smile, "Laugh often and you will naturally look good. Bitter gourd face is ugly! " It used to be like this, now it is like this, but will we be like this in the future? She patted me on the shoulder and said, "Don't be unhappy. Laugh more and laugh all the time, and the lottery will come naturally. Don't worry, no matter whether we are assigned to the same class after going to school, I will put you first in my heart! " Well, we are both the first in each other's minds.

Although we are not in the same school now, our contact has never been broken. When she took my hand and asked me, "How have you been recently?" ; When she measured her height, she smiled and said that you have grown taller again; When she told me how she did the key class all the way, you know, these things will be the best memories in my life.

Time is like sand in your hand. If you are not careful, you will slip through your fingers one by one and never go back. In a blink of an eye, it was another spring outing in Qiu Lai. I am sitting in the classroom, and there are still burning sun and countless cicadas outside the window. At present, it seems that her smiling face with two sharp little tiger teeth and my back walked side by side with her through the tree-lined school road. ...

This man's composition is 5. It's a crisp autumn day in October.

The autumn wind breaks dawn, cutting the broken fog and leaping over the waltz of the leisurely cupboard. On the day when the clouds were mixed, several bluebirds swept over the branches and drew several intertwined arcs. Grass raised her temples and continued to sleep peacefully. At this time, several bright mornings came out and wiped away its sleepy eyes. This October day, October morning, is full of fragrance.

One virtue and one fragrance started a mountain trip in the hometown of torreya grandis.

I heard that the mountains there are very high.

The car turned around the mountain, and the eyes were full of green. Mountains, tall and straight, even the mountains are nestled in the arms of their companions, intimate. A section of the garage, outside the window, the mountain is still immersed in a piece of green, full of trees, full of green, and occasionally a touch of persimmon tree red. In the dim light, the mountains appeared before our eyes, and the leaves in the ravine were getting lower and lower. It is really "the car goes all the way, and people go higher."

The scenery there is beautiful, beautiful.

Through the forest, a huge torreya grandis tree appeared in front of us. There are no deep red flowers, no gorgeous coats, it simply takes root and is wrapped in a dense quilt of "centipede leaves", which is vigorous and brilliant. On both sides of the steps, a few small flowers, white and yellow, appear from time to time, looking petite and lovely. A few more steps, you will inadvertently find a few grasshoppers, they live in the shade, leisurely bathing in the sun. However, several female students screamed at these unusual insects, and I had to cover my ears ... A burst of relaxed laughter rippled in the valley, causing endless repercussions.

After a long stroll, I entered the Torreya grandis Museum. An ancient temple-like house is located next to the path, engraved with several striking Chinese characters-the original Torreya grandis Museum. Pushing open the dance door, a traditional folk house wind came to my face. Wooden stairs, gurgling; The ground paved with stones is smooth; Covered with moss, there is quite a sense of peace. The most interesting things in the exhibition room are straw sandals and hemp fibers, which were the clothes of farmers in the past. Although they have disappeared from our lives, they reflect the diligence and frugality of farmers and have a deep sense of history.

People there are very simple, very simple.

Under a big torreya tree, a world, a few farmers doing farm work are enjoying a bumper harvest. I can see that this is three generations. The older generation of experienced people are observing the growth of vegetables, their sons and daughters-in-law are preparing lunch, and the children on the side are busy catching earthworms to play with. What a pleasant farm scene! For us foreign tourists, the kids will cast curious eyes from time to time, as if to ask, "Earthworms, who are they?" Then, we all laughed, with the most understanding smile.

Near noon, our group paced on the quiet path, playing the cheerful melody in our hearts with tinkling mountain springs, and looking at the white clouds, blue sky, trees and mountains in the distance ... suddenly we had a kind of enjoyment of "heaven and earth are free and unfettered".

That scene, that person, in the mountains, enjoying, being happy, in the mountains.

I really want to have been to the mountains ...

It was the spring of March; In that scene, the mountain flowers are brilliant; That man, a handsome boy.

"That year was in a hurry, and we said goodbye several times before refusing ..." This was sung by Faye Wong in "In a hurry that year". "If goodbye can't be red-eyed, can we still be red-faced ..." This situation met an old neighbor.

It was a spring season, and we were still two innocent and carefree teenagers.

It was a morning, and I met you on the hillside full of flowers opposite. You wear a wreath and laugh in the bushes.

At that time, you had a pair of big eyes like purple grapes, and your face was fleshy, as if you could squeeze a bowl of water. Your little nose is hunched, as if you smell the flowers, your mouth is pouting, and your hair is curly, which is a bit like instant noodles. When I was a child, I laughed at you for this, saying that you had an octopus on your head. At that time, you said to me seriously: "There is a sucker under the octopus's foot, but there is no sucker in my hair. The octopus's foot is so thick, and my hair is much thinner than it!"

I smiled and hugged the little girl next to me, and it took you a while to realize that I was laughing at you.

Your face is swollen to the color of pig liver, and your eyes seem to be full of tears, and the water in those eyes comes out like a high tide. Finally, you cried with a "wow", tears streaming down your face.

That little girl may be your sister! She was not in a hurry to comfort you, but asked me, "How old are you?" I was curious why she asked me this, but I answered truthfully, "I am 7 years old now." The girl shook her head and said to you, "Why are you crying? This little sister is younger than you. She is not crying, but you are still crying. You bully the small with the big. " She gave me a look, and I nodded, pointed with my hand and echoed, "Yes, you bully the small with the big!" " ""you still bully the big with the small! "You stopped your tears, smiled through them and managed to say a word. The three of us ran wildly on the hillside, with colorful wildflowers on our hands and heads. We imitated Liu, Guan and Zhang, and came to a "hillside three-knot righteousness" ...

I left here and you because of my parents' work. Before I left, you told me that I must come to see you in the summer vacation. I nodded, but I never kept my promise.

Until the summer vacation of grade five, I went back, but the hill had been leveled and turned into a high-rise building, and the flowers and plants that used to be full of slopes were gone. I saw your octopus-like hair floating in the wind at a glance.

You met me. You've grown a lot and your face is rosy, but your hair hasn't changed. Once again, I laughed at your hair as a marine life. You said to me, "I will stay the same and let you find me the first time!" " "Your eyes have long lost that kind of purity, innocence, become a little sophisticated and precocious. Although I found you, I always feel empty in my heart, because I can't find the "God" of that innocent, carefree, lovely and naughty girl anymore. There is a little estrangement and strangeness between us. Although people are close, their hearts are far away.

Looking for the late autumn, looking for the starry sky, looking at the frost, the frost is cold and silent, and the flute is incessant. Listen to the wind and snow, watch the time, whoever wakes up, I will listen to you wake up from your sleep, and then put on my sad tone. It was another scene yesterday, dreaming that the Ming Dynasty was victorious.

Really "can't go back to our past"?

I hope the scenery is still there and people are still there.

The man's scene composition 7 "Guo Kui is like a pot cover, and his face is like a belt. The girl doesn't marry, Papa wears it on her head, and the room is half covered. She doesn't sit up, and Chili peppers cook a dish, and the Qin cavity mumbles." This is our famous "eight eccentrics" in Shaanxi, which vividly describes the local characteristics and folk customs of Shaanxi.

My hometown is Shangluo, Shaanxi. This is a village full of strong local flavor and profound humanistic feelings. There are also charming green mountains and green waters and long-standing folk customs here.

People in my hometown are simple, kind and hospitable. On weekdays, even if you have a meal, you should come to the door with a bowl. The villagers in the village are like a family. If there is a holiday, everyone in the village will discuss buying new year's goods together. No matter who has something in the village, everyone will help together. When you first arrive here, you will get the highest priority. Whether it is green tea or delicious food, people will use it to entertain guests. The home cooking here is full of sincerity, generosity and enthusiasm of the local people. The world-famous Biangbiang noodles must be familiar to everyone, as well as delicious potato forks and glutinous rice batter soup. The hot kang in my hometown is warm and comfortable, and the warm feeling is really indescribable. Only when you have experienced it can you feel the warmth and comfort. The villagers live together freely. Old people and women who do needlework in the village often sit in piles on the hot kang when they are free.

The scenery in my hometown is charming, beautiful and elegant. Behind the village are continuous mountains and neat fields. Throughout the year, you will see hard-working farmers' uncles and old people in the fields. They get together from time to time to talk about their families. Sometimes, old people will smoke cigarettes, sit on the top of the slope and yell at Shaanxi Opera. This enjoyment of life is full of strong local flavor. There are dense forests and yam fields on the mountain. Every afternoon, my hometown people will drive cattle and sheep to eat grass in the Woods. There are many stout fruit trees on the mountain, and children's laughter can be heard not far away. They are picking persimmons like burning lanterns. People in the village can eat fruit with or without trees. Every harvest season, villagers will take out their fruits for others to taste, and sometimes they will pick them in the market. There is a gurgling river at the entrance to the village. In spring, the shore is full of bright flowers, willow trees are flourishing and cicadas are chirping happily. An ancient arch bridge was built on both sides of the river. Every summer, the villagers pick up stools, fans, chess and cards and enjoy the cool and entertainment on the bridge. On both sides of the river are sand dikes built by the villagers themselves with stones. In the morning, the old people will come here to exercise. At noon, the golden wheat beside the sand embankment looks shiny. In autumn, the fallen leaves spread a thick carpet for the country road, and it creaked when you stepped on it. The endless crops are rich and full, and people come to the fields to harvest from morning till night. In winter, it has become a playground for children. Children wear cotton-padded jackets and sleeves sewn by adults to have snowball fights, make snowmen and skate, and enjoy themselves in the nature wrapped in silver. People in my hometown are very diligent. If it snows heavily, they will take the initiative to clear the snow on the road and serve passers-by.

The family ties of hometown people are very strong. Every festival, the villagers will beat gongs and drums to hold a grand social fire celebration. Everything delicious and easy to use at home will be given to neighbors to share. If anyone has a problem, the villagers will try their best to help.

This is my hometown. There will always be dazzling scenery, and everything there will be endless.

That person-simple and sincere, that scenery-beautiful and pleasant, that feeling-rich and simple.

The scenery of that person was still 100 million years ago, but the love of that old person and that friend is gone. -inscription

When did everything change?

Back in the accident, my heart was full of ideas. When I was a child, here, where I am standing now, is the place where we met and left, just the sadness when we met again. I still remember the scene of acquaintance: kites overlooking the earth and birds wandering back and forth in the forest. I walked around the forest tree alone, turning around aimlessly, and I looked up and saw her. I felt a lot of goodwill at a glance, and my friendship was confirmed.

Every day I wake up in the morning light. Against the background of the first ray of sunshine, two small shadows are shaking. Regardless of the muddy land, we skipped along with the fragrance. Innocent friendship, the collision between hearts, is a hymn of innocence and beauty.

I, still standing in the green forest, like that year, stepped on the irregular pace. At dusk, she was just shrouded in glory. But kites no longer exist, and birds no longer sing and fly. The forest is so quiet that my former friend stands in front of me. She has changed a lot, and the passage of time has shaped her into another appearance. I wonder if I've changed. She looked at me, her eyes were so helpless, her lips moved, and the words stuck in the voice turned into air and passed to me, so strange, clear and slim.

I let out a cry in my heart, and sure enough! I separated from her, and even if we meet again, it will never be the same. There is an extra gap between us, which we can't see, touch or cross. I only have distant words with her, and that kind of intimate and pure friendship can no longer be heard.

If life is like the first time. Why is the autumn wind sad to draw a fan? It is easy to change people's hearts, but difficult to change people's hearts. Hey! The scenery still remembers the past, but people and friends in the past have lost their feelings.

Time goes by, I don't know when, everything is changing, everything is changing quietly. Now, I have found the muddy path, but I can't find the footprints of two naughty children. Our feelings are submerged in the torrent of time, leaving only the scenery as it is, and the hearts of the people do not return.

In this era, people have gone far. Although the scenery hasn't changed, the feelings are gone.

Quancheng, the place that bears all my childhood memories, has deteriorated with the death of my uncle and grandfather, but the memory will become eternal if it remains unchanged.

Blue bricks, white tiles, small bridges, people. I followed the footsteps of early spring, brushed the willows, and invited the spring breeze to come to this place that has haunted me for a long time-Wang Fu Pool.

When I was a child, the gentle wind caressed my cheek. I stood on the bridge, clutching the railing desperately, and looked down at the floating grass under the bridge. Everyone is so kind. Although there are not many people, they are safe, but everyone's smiling face shows joy. Everything is still beautiful and happy.

"Little girl, what are you thinking?" Familiar laughter and bristle came from my ears. I'm dizzy. Looking back, I hugged the man's waist and shouted, "Uncle! I want to eat sugar! " He smiled coquetry at me, picked up his little head and walked towards the depths of the winding alley. In this way, the good days were quietly taken away by the years. Accompanied by my uncle and grandfather, I walked through my childhood, waved goodbye to my childhood and ushered in youth.

"Uncle!" I shouted at the shriveled old body around me to remind him to be careful. At that time, he was dying and I had become a slim girl. "hmm!" His hoarse voice bears the passage of time. I watched the old people and the increasingly bustling crowd around me, watched the blue bricks and white tiles turn into high-rise buildings, and watched the once simple people become indifferent. Everything seems to have changed.

Green slate, black sarcophagus and scarlet letter in official script are all eternal. I was in tears. I can't believe this is the last time I see my uncle and grandfather. Time took the old man away. I looked at the weeping willows on the roadside-this is the last memory of Quancheng.

Smoke billowed in front of the tomb, and smoke from kitchen chimneys curled up. In that vague sight, I saw my past with the old man. I gave the old man a pious black and white silent smile and kowtowed. Together, tears streaming down her face.

My uncle left, went to heaven and left me forever. Everything he tried to leave behind went with him. Uncle, I hope you can see everything you left behind in your dream, including my childhood.

That person's composition 10 Whenever the winter breeze blows on my face and the autumn leaves fall to the ground, I will think of it.

It was a cold winter. I opened my sleepy eyes and saw that it was very cold outside. There are few people in the street. If someone wears a thick coat, I immediately think of my childhood.

I was only five years old then. When I was a child, I lived in my grandmother's house. I am the apple of my family. Everyone spoils me. Adults wear expensive clothes these days. They said they would release a "chicken" for the New Year. I thought to myself: What is a "flying chicken"? It should be a very interesting thing. Yes, isn't there a lot of chickens in grandma's house? I can use grandma's chicken. Adults are here, but I can't play "flying chicken"! What shall we do? By the way, there will be a market in our town next Tuesday (the market is an annual activity in our town, and everyone should participate, because I am the apple of their eye, so I can choose not to participate). I want to find a way not to go and be a "flying chicken" at home. I rolled my eyes and figured it out. I'm too smart.

Time seems to be against me. I hope time passes quickly. Time not only goes slowly, but also goes slowly.

Today is market day, and we put on our most beautiful clothes. My grandmother turned into a 18-year-old girl and asked me, "Baby, do you want to go to the market with us?" "I'm sleepy and want to sleep." I scratched my eyes as I spoke. When the adults went away, I ran to find a chicken to sit on and shouted "Flying Chicken". I was startled when the chicken stopped crowing. Seeing the chicken dead, I sat on the ground and cried. The adults came back and saw it. I sat on the ground. The adults asked me what happened, and I told them everything about being a "flying chicken". They are in trouble.