Fengde taste composition

In ordinary daily life, everyone has been exposed to composition. Composition is a style composed of words, which expresses a theme through language organization after people's ideological consideration. Have no clue when writing a composition? The following is my composition about the smell of the wind. Welcome to reading. I hope you will like it.

The smell of the wind composition 1 I will never forget the smell of the spring wind in my hometown when I was a child. Warm spring breeze, mixed with the smell of earth, mixed with the fragrance of flowers and plants, mixed with the smell of smoke in the kitchen, is sweet, joyful, sad and bitter. Whenever I think of it, I always miss it. I am very moved.

My childhood was spent in my grandmother's house in the countryside, where there were endless fields, green grasslands, unknown wildflowers of various colors, and even naive friends.

Every spring, my friends and I always fly kites on the grass in the east of the village. A kite is actually a plastic bag for holding things. Rural children are reluctant to spend money on kites, so they make them themselves. Tie a string to the handle of the plastic bag, and a kite will be finished. When we run against the wind with a rope, plastic bags float like sails. This is our proud kite. Such games always make us jump for joy. Tired of playing, we lay on the grass to have a rest. The breeze blows our hair and skirts. There is a moist earthy smell in the wind, the fragrance of flowers and plants, white clouds in the blue sky, and cattle and sheep grazing leisurely not far away. Our little hearts are full of sweetness and joy.

Every time it's time to eat, smoke from the kitchen comes out of the small village. Rural people have the habit of cooking with straw and wormwood, and the smoke produced by burning straw and wormwood is milky white and fragrant. A smoky breeze in the kitchen beckoned us home. We wild children don't forget to dig some wild vegetables and wife soup to fill the dishes on the table.

I remember a sad thing happened in the village one spring afternoon. Little friend Yaya's mother died in a car accident while working in the city. Since then, Yaya has never wanted to come out again, and she is not happy to play with us occasionally. Later, what Yaya did most with us was lying on the grass and telling her mother's past. The breeze blows, the flowers are still fragrant, the smell of the wind is still so fragrant, but we often shed tears unconsciously. We seem to have grown up a lot at once, and we know that there are not only sweetness and joy, but also sadness and bitterness in life. Grandma often asks me to ask Yaya to go home for dinner, but Yaya always refuses.

Later, I left my grandmother's house and followed my parents to live in the city. Colorful cities seem to lack everything. To my regret, I can no longer smell the spring wind in the countryside when I was a child. The wind mixed with the smell of earth, flowers and plants, and the smell of kitchen smoke will always be fresh in my memory and in my sweet and sad childhood.

If the wind has flavor, I hope it has many flavors, such as strawberry, vanilla, chocolate, orange and banana.

If the wind smells, then the sunny spring must be strawberries. Strawberries smell sweet and have a soft feeling. Waves of gentle breeze blew from my face, mixed with the smell of strawberries, and I was really intoxicated in this sweet and beautiful air.

Spring is the season when flowers bloom and seeds germinate. The air is full of strawberry, and all the flowers and plants smell it. In the coming year, the fruit on the tree will be bigger and sweeter, and the flowers will be bigger and sweeter! When we smell this smell, we will feel happier and run forward like happy ponies!

If the wind smells, then the hot summer must be the smell of lotus. Although it is very hot in summer, Lotus is not afraid at all. It will always bloom and always be thick. The smell of lotus is floating around, floating to my side. I took a deep breath and the smell of lotus immediately floated to my side; I took a deep breath and the smell of lotus immediately got into my nose. My limbs don't listen to my command. I gently closed my eyes and greedily absorbed this sweet nutrition. The thick lotus fragrance wafted into my room, and the whole room was full of fragrance, even a pot of meat I raised was soaked in it. The thick lotus flavor floated, floated and floated into my dream.

If the wind smells, it must be orange in the golden autumn, because autumn is a festival of hard work and harvest. In autumn, there are many oranges in the orchard, with intoxicating fragrance, and the orange-flavored wind is cool. It is not as sweet as strawberry, nor as thick as lotus. However, the taste of oranges gives people a cool feeling. An orange-flavored wind blew in the morning, which made me feel refreshed and very comfortable.

If the wind smells, then in the cold winter, it must be a milk-flavored popsicle, emitting a cold smell. The wind is very cold, but it is much colder than the taste of oranges. Like a glass of iced milk. It's cold, but I still want to drink it all at once.

The wind, in my eyes, has many smells, no matter what it is, I like it very much.

The smell of the wind composition 3 I still remember that autumn season, and it was very cold. Although it is early in the morning, the sky is overcast, and there is a backlog of everyone's hearts. The surrounding sky is orange, which seems so out of place. Connected to the sky is the ticking of cars.

Although the sky is not very beautiful, it is still my favorite. Standing at the window, looking at the distance, looking at that crooked little tree is a little sad. In this sad atmosphere, there is wind blowing head-on, mixed with the smell of damp or earth. Suddenly a blue car came in the distance, and I realized that my mother had gone to the market early in the morning.

Then I heard my mother's footsteps approaching. I opened the door at once and a cold wind blew on my face. I saw my mother still wearing her old coat, her hands full of things, and her hair was deformed and messy by the wind. Cold hands made her wrinkles clearer. I stayed for a moment and immediately closed the door behind her, catering to her to put things down. I leaned down and was about to warm her hand. When I approached her, I obviously smelled a smell. It is neither charming floral fragrance nor the smell of some skin care products. I wondered where it came from, and only when I looked out of the window did I realize that it might be the smell of the wind. What I have never smelled, special ... sad ... silent. ...

Once I was walking alone on the playground of the campus, looking at the marble-sized moon, which was not so clear. Although it is dark, you can see several clouds clearly. A gust of wind blew and watched them move bit by bit, covering the few stars in the book.

The wind at that time was not very strong, slight, weak and cool. The whole person was soaked in the boundless darkness by the wind, and I was the only one looking at the dark playground without my mother. I took a deep breath and the air conditioner was cool from top to bottom, which made me smell the wind again. Lonely ... desolate ... depressed ... I wonder whose night it is, and let me walk in the lonely wind.

Since then, I seldom smell the wind, which is my mother's smell. Busy life can no longer make me feel the wind, it is more biting and more ruthless. But what my mother brought me, and the smell of the wind brought me by the quiet night, made me unforgettable for a long time.

The Taste of the Wind Composition 4 Where does the wind live?

There, it should be very deserted, right?

The wind blew into the long alley, and it was hard to hide surprise and admiration. Spread its elegant body, hoping to infect people on the street with inner enthusiasm. However, when the body of the wind came to wrap the hurried pedestrians, people did not return, but pulled up their wide windbreakers and left quickly. Stunned by the wind, it can't understand why its enthusiasm will be feared by others, and it is unwilling. So it tried again and again. However, the result always backfires.

Finally, it gave up, it was lonely, it was sad. There is no one in the long street. It is lost in the maze of life, lost. Simple as water, how can it understand the complicated and trivial rules of interpersonal communication?

I don't know how long it took, "Hoo-"just scratched it gently and it woke up. Finally, it is no longer entangled in other people's reactions and answers, but only hopes to turn its sadness and helplessness into a force and raise the flying wind.

"Well-"sounds like a prelude, and the wind carefully controls a breeze and makes a spin. Roll up a dead leaf, scrape across the ground and make a "rubbing" sound. Like light and solemn footsteps, more breeze rolls up dead leaves. The sound of "wipe-wipe-"is uneven, but it does not appear disordered. Gradually, the voice changed from slow to fast, from light to heavy, from soft to hard. When everything grows-silent ... there is no sound or wind around, only the movement of fallen leaves tells us what an exciting performance it was just now.

"Z-"the sound of a breeze, like a stone thrown into the calm water, caused ripples in the silent street. There is a spirit that erupts in silence and does not perish in silence. The wind controls the newly growing wind, moving like a nomadic people and moving in an orderly way in the middle. If someone stands in that center, even the martial arts experts can't escape from this encirclement.

Just like a war, the wind is crazy. It personally took the raging wind, mixed with countless angry shouts, cut through the air, attacked the air, and woven a tragic farewell song. Make a hullabaloo about and tell your emotions with your own songs. If there is a flash of white light, the wind will calm down after a silent collision, and there is no sound at all. The wind has gone, leaving the place where it first chose to live. There are fallen leaves all over the ground, and there are countless depressions. composition

The smell of the wind composition 5 The weather in late autumn is really a little cold. I was walking home in a thick sweater and was blown by the oncoming cold wind from time to time.

When I came to a crossroads, I stood at the roadside waiting for a red light and saw a father and son coming head on. The son wore a cap and chased the fallen leaves jumping on the ground while walking. The father stared at his son, his eyes full of spoil. A gust of wind blew, and the hat on my son's head was blown off in the middle of the road. The child shook his father's hand and the father patted his son on the shoulder. Then he ran to the side of the road, looked around, seized the right moment and ran to the middle of the road, bent down to pick up his hat. A car passed by, and the wheel ran over the fallen leaves and gave me a thorn, passing by my father. The father grabbed his hat and quickly ran back to his son, decisive and agile, without hesitation. Only the dissatisfied eyes of the car driver behind him are left.

Father stood quietly, patted the fallen leaves hanging on the hat with his hand and carefully patted the dust off the hat. Then he put the hat firmly on his son's head and pressed the brim hard for fear that it would be blown away by the wind again. Then he bent down and took his son's hand to move on. Father's undulating chest and the hem of clothes blown by the wind are so conspicuous in the autumn wind.

I suddenly remembered the smells that I was about to forget. About the wind, about the smell of love.

I remember one time, it was a stormy day. As soon as I came out of the teaching building, I saw my grandfather hunched against the wall outside the school gate. The sky is dark yellow, and he stands out in the crowd in a black trench coat. The wind blew out the cigarette in his hand and coughed a few times from time to time. When he saw me coming out, he looked up at me slightly. I ran over and skillfully put my arm in my arms. He took my hand and led me through the crowd. He walked in front of me on purpose, and it was windy. He seems to be afraid that I will be blown away by the wind and hold my hand tighter and tighter. The faint smell of tobacco wafted into my nose, not as pungent as usual.

When I was a child, I was most afraid of windy days. The swishing wind made the door creak straight, and I got in through the crack of the door and purred. Every time I go out, I hold my mother's skirts in fear, so my mother always holds me tightly in her arms. I turned my back on the wind, but she was flushed and burst into tears. She pressed my little head to her chest, leaving me only a gentle touch. So my memory of every windy day, only the tighter hug and the faint perfume smell on her body, so gentle and overbearing filled my mind and occupied all my memories.

I thought that was the smell of the wind.

No, that's the smell of love.

The smell of wind composition 6 this is not the smell it used to be. This is not my wish. At this point, I am not Hua Tuo, and I have no magical power of rejuvenation.

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A person walking in the street, letting the stars move, time flies, just like a dream, and can't bear to take care of the magpie bridge. My clothes look thin when the cold wind blows. In this noisy night, the faint dim lights in the street seem so helpless. Look at that. It seems to put out the flickering light. People in the street seem to be happier than me, but I am sad with the breeze.

All along, I have been struggling in the corner of my life, looking forward to the dawn of hope, but I can't do many things by myself.

I finally got to the third year of high school, but I lived a seemingly mediocre and not mediocre life. Without a solid foundation, I struggled to chew on boring books, but my grades plummeted and I was hit hard. Coupled with the departure of my friends, I even had the idea of giving up my studies, so I put it down. I often ask myself: "Is it true that only nine mountains have been cut down, and it will fall short?" ? "I don't like studying hard at the cold window for more than ten years, but I have to give up at the critical time. I feel really worthless.

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The faster I walk, the tighter the wind blows, which makes me feel "cold is hard to go".

Perhaps the road of life is so tortuous, only those who pursue dreams and brave people can cross this obstacle. And I am the one who is afraid to retreat in the dream home.

So I have been trying to face the setbacks that I didn't dare to face in the past and challenge it. But I found that I was willing but unable. So, seeing a hand within reach, I struggled and dragged. The man I caught looked at me calmly at first, and I believed him. After helping me make up lessons several times, I found that he came late every time, and the urgency and anxiety haunted me. Later, I also became disappointed. Be nice to him, but he doesn't take you seriously. In repeated disappointments, I am afraid of losing the last glimmer of hope. I can't imagine what I will become after my hopes are shattered.

I'm at a loss, I'm helpless, I'm scared.

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The cold wind seems to be mixed with some sadness that puzzles me and makes me feel lonely.

Youth is like a withered flower, which cannot be retrieved. I wonder what it would be like for a person to lose consciousness of everything, and I feel scared again.

I don't think I can give up so easily, otherwise I will feel sorry for myself.

I think I can finish my life independently and never ask anyone for help again.

I think a person should have his own dignity when doing things, and he can't be forced to do anything, so I don't force him.

So, I accelerated the pace of youth, forgot all the disappointment and unhappiness, and tried to run to the place where I could reach. Although Hua Tuo can cure diseases, he can't cure heart diseases.

The Taste of the Wind Composition 7 People who grow up in the wind always think that the wind never exists. People who have experienced the charm of the wind will say, "The wind is so sweet!" -inscription

The breeze blows gently, leaving anxious to return's classmates, an empty playground, a spacious classroom and me alone. Open the window, close your eyes and feel everything around you, and find that they all seem to be busy: the distant mountains are still standing there firmly, while the trees seem to be busy changing clothes; The fields next to the house are still faithfully connected, while the grass seems to be constantly struggling; There are still clouds floating in the sky, but the songs of happy birds are sweeter ... I know, this is the valuable information brought to me by the peak. Open your eyes and stretch out your arms. I'm embracing nature!

"Is it blowing?" This is a familiar voice.

"hmm!" Looking back, I swallowed the words "Hello, teacher".

"The spring breeze is really delicious, and it has a warm taste, which makes people feel refreshed." I said with satisfaction.

"yes! But if the wind blows too hard, you will catch a cold instead! " The teacher's smile is really as beautiful as plum blossoms in the breeze.

"However, it can make people forget their troubles, it brings endless refreshing, and more importantly, it can make people discover themselves." My interest grows stronger with the breeze.

The teacher was speechless. She is feeling the noblest gift that nature has given us.

"How comfortable!" The teacher seemed very satisfied, quietly took out something from behind and handed it to me gently.

"After going home, read carefully. It's good for you. " The teacher patted me on the shoulder, more like my mother than my sister.

"This ....." I was surprised and a little happy. The teacher had left.

"Thank you, teacher!" After all, I still can't help my heart pounding.

"No need!" It was a happy look back and a bright smile. The breeze blew away her and the angel in my heart. How can you forget this attachment? At the window, I turned a page. It's my dream book called Exquisite Prose. On the page, a few words flashed-"Come on, Ziyi". Suddenly, tears filled my eyes.

People often say that the air is colorless and tasteless, so how can we describe this invisible wind? Growing up in the wind, we always thought that the wind never existed. People who can feel the charm of the wind will say, "The scenery here is unique!" "Day after day, year after year, the wind has never been absent and has never changed, but why are human beings with flesh and blood and wisdom lacking in discovery?

There is a kind of happiness, which comes from the care of teachers, and I have it! There is a memory that she is wearing a light sportswear, and she is still there!

So, boldly sing to nature: "The wind is so sweet!"

The wind is so sweet!