Write a composition only about the fields in spring.

The best answer is looking forward to it. The east wind is coming, and spring is approaching.

Everything looks like I just woke up, and I opened my eyes with joy. The mountains are moist, the water is rising, and the sun is blushing.

The grass crept out of the soil, tender and green. In the garden, in the field, look at a large area full of yes. Sit, lie down, play two rolls, kick a few balls, race a few times, and catch a few times. The wind is quiet and the grass is soft.

Peach trees, apricot trees and pear trees, you won't let me, and I won't let you. They are all in full bloom. Red is like fire, pink is like chardonnay and white is like snow. The flowers are sweet; When I closed my eyes, Murakami seemed to be full of peaches, Xinger and pears.

There are hundreds of bees buzzing under the flowers, and butterflies of different sizes are flying around. Wild flowers are everywhere: miscellaneous, named, unnamed, scattered in the grass like eyes, like stars, still blinking.

"Blowing your face without chilling the willow wind" is good, like a mother's hand stroking you. The wind brings the smell of newly turned earth, mixed with the smell of grass, and the fragrance of various flowers, all brewing in the slightly moist air. Birds nest in the flowers and leaves of

, and they are happy. calling friends proudly shows off her crisp throat, and sings a melodious song, which is in harmony with the light wind and flowing water. The piccolo of the shepherd boy on the cow's back is ringing loudly all day at this time.

rain is the most common, and it lasts for three or two days. Don't be annoyed. Look, it's like ox hair, like a flower needle, like a filament, densely woven diagonally, and there is a thin layer of smoke on the roof. The leaves are bright green. The grass is too green to make your eyes.

in the evening, the lights are turned on, and a little yellow light sets off a quiet and peaceful night. In the countryside, on the path, by the stone bridge, there are people walking slowly with umbrellas; There are also working farmers in the field, wearing shriveled clothes and hats. Their houses are sparse and silent in the rain.

There are more kites in the sky and more children on the ground. In the city and the countryside, every household, old and young, came out one by one. Relax your muscles and bones, be full of energy, and do your own thing.

"A year's plan lies in spring", which is just the beginning, with plenty of time and hope.

Spring is like a newly born doll. It is new from head to toe, and it grows.

spring is like a little girl, beautifully dressed, smiling and walking.

Spring is like a strong young man with iron arms, waist and feet. He leads us forward. 2. composition: beautiful fields, requirements: only write about the fields in spring

Spring is like an alarm clock, which awakens the sleeping grass and adds a color to nature. Spring is like a painting, which collects the colors of nature and makes flowers compete for beauty in the painting. Spring is like a magician, which turns into a flying bird and gives it to the sky as a gift. Spring is like a little girl, full of flowers and smiles. Carefully care for flowers and plants, and let them thrive. Spring is like a painter, waving a brush heartily and dressing up all parts of the motherland. Spring is like a painter, making the earth colorful and full of vitality. Spring is like a writer, and his articles are full of poetry and painting, which is memorable ...

The river that has been imprisoned for a winter begins to rush and flow happily again, and spring makes the grass that has just poked its head out of the land. Dance with it in the spring breeze. Beautiful and bright peach blossoms bloom, and the peach blossoms on the branches are brighter every day. The peach blossoms that bloom early fade, and then gently fall in the air and swirl on the river. The sound of water is getting louder and louder every day, and how she wants to flow into the fields and wheat fields and make her own contribution. The unimpeded waves are dancing happily in the spring breeze. At this time, water waves also come. After a while, it flowed to the front of the waves, and then accidentally fell behind them, as if it were a race. Winter passed, Miss Chun came, and the ice on the river melted, and the river began to flow. The fish in the river also stuck their heads out, jumping on the water and spitting out a few bubbles from time to time.

Miss Chun came to the river bank. She covered the bare river bank with a furry green carpet, and there were several flowering bones in the middle of the green carpet. Greeting us. Rows of willows on both sides of the river bank are sprouting green branches. Sister Willow is dancing with long branches and drifting into the river, as if shaking hands with a small fish! Some cuckoos and magpies are jumping on the branches, singing crisp and tactful songs. There are some pine trees beside Sister Liu, and the fruits on them are gone. Maybe they were picked by little squirrels in winter!

On the shore, the children put their beloved kites in the sky, and the sky immediately showed 3. Writing a composition about spring fields

Spring fields

In spring, the weather gets warmer and everything recovers; In spring, planting and sowing are full of hope. Please walk into the arms of Miss Chun!

in spring, the fields are busy! In the hot sun, groups of hardworking farmers' uncles and cats hunched their backs, skillfully planted the young seedlings and sprinkled the seeds of hope. Look over there, a fat cow is pulling a plow and singing happily, as if welcoming the arrival of spring!

the spring rain is coming. Spring rain is the "band" of spring. "Sand, sand" flows into the field, and the seedlings in the field straighten up at once; Day lily looks more energetic. The farmer's uncle stands under the eaves, looking at the fields and smiling. There seems to be a harvest scene in front of him!

Looking back in the distance, there are only rape blossoms and green seedlings in Huang Chengcheng, which is very monotonous. Suddenly a breeze blew, and the seedlings staggered to reveal a little red, a little yellow and a little blue. When I came closer, it turned out to be wild flowers on the roadside in the field. It was as white as snow and as red as fire, probably because it had just rained in the spring rain. Flower girl seemed to have a good bath and washed away the stains on her body, so bright! But also a faint fragrance, attracted a group of dancing butterfly girls, attracted teams of hardworking bees, and made a noise in the market. Make the dazzling spring a little more interesting!

Please enter the spring, see with your eyes, hear with your ears, smell with your nose, and feel the beautiful spring with your heart! 4. An essay entitled' Field in Spring'. 5. Describe the field in spring. The fourth-grade pupil < P > "I don't know who will cut the fine leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors." I walk alone in the embrace of spring, sucking the breath of spring, and can't help singing poetry.

it's spring! Spring girl came lightly with life and hope. She crossed the mountain, flew over the river, and came thousands of miles. She worked hard! But she didn't take a break for a moment, so she couldn't wait to jump on the mountains and rivers and plains. . . . . . Everywhere I went, I left a vigorous vitality-I love spring.

spring awakens the earth, the fields, and even. . . . . . In order to find the footprints of spring, I came to the hillside. The grass on the hillside waved to me, the leaves nodded to me, and all kinds of bright flowers smiled: golden, red, Huang Chengcheng and glistening. . . . . . It's lovely. At first glance, it looks like countless colorful butterflies with elegant posture dancing in the wind, competing for freshness and fighting for beauty. All this makes the industrious bees busy. They call for friends, sing and dance among the flowers. How happy they are to smell here and kiss there! Suddenly, a breeze gently swept through the flowers, and the fragrance of flowers came to the nose, which made people feel bleeding. The swallow leans across the country in the sky and chirps as if to say, "Sister Chun, we welcome you!" "

Wow, behind the hillside are endless big "Tian Zi".

The fields are divided by ridges like green ribbons, and the land is distributed to every household. Ah! All this is so stable and peaceful! Look! The farmer's uncle is talking and laughing on the ridge. Looking at the satisfied smiles on their faces, I don't understand. The farmers are so happy. Did they find gold? Oh, it turns out that the harvest last year was very great. I hope to make persistent efforts this year! No wonder they smile like children.

oh, the farmer's uncle is going to the fields! Let's go and have a look!

The farmer's uncle is in the field, some plowing, some sowing and some transplanting. . . . . . It takes the hard work of farmers' uncles to grow food, which contains how much sweat they have! Even though they are sweating, they are working regardless of rest, because they are full of confidence in the future. Thanks to the arrival of spring, the field has made a new start, and even more thanks to the party's good policies!

During this period, Xiaoxi also contributed a lot.

beside the field, there is a belt as bright as glass-a stream. It helps the farmer's uncle fill the field with water, and cooperate with the farmer's uncle to have a better harvest!

I have found spring. All this is so beautiful, so lovely, so full of vitality, so full of vitality! I love you, Chun. Love the fields you decorated more. 6. Write an autumn field composition in the way of "Spring" in 6 words

The autumn field is like a beautiful poem, like a sweet song, like a beautiful painting. Looking up at the blue sky, a few white clouds are lazily sunbathing while walking leisurely. Plants, paths, houses and distant figures are all so vibrant. Sheep walking in the field. Looking at the endless rice fields, the warm sunshine shines on the maturing rice, which is golden and dazzling, just like a thin layer of gold. The breeze blows, and waves of "waves" are set off in the rice fields. The heavy ears of rice follow the "waves", and some form a dance group, dancing there; Some are whispering with their heads down, and sometimes they giggle; Others are waving to farmers' uncles, as if to say, "This year is another bumper harvest year!" " The autumn wind withered the grass that was full of vitality in summer, but it blew away the thin wild chrysanthemums, fragrant the whole field, and let me smell the breath of autumn. At the same time, the autumn wind also blew the cotton in the cotton field, which was as white as snow in the cold winter, wrapping the whole cotton field in silver. Look, some cotton fruits are in full bloom, like sweet cotton candy; Some are in bud, like a shy little girl; Other flower bones are like soft plush balls. White cotton balls, flaming maple leaves, golden sunflowers ... just like putting on beautiful dance clothes for autumn girls. In the lush mulberry fields, farmers' uncles are busy preparing food for the famous "weaver" autumn silkworm baby! Look, the orchard is also very lively! Persimmons with bent branches are like red lanterns full of smiling faces. Shy pomegranates burst their bellies, and little heads poked out from them to look at the colorful world outside. The red apples smiled, adding a bit of childlike interest to the whole autumn. In the autumn fields, you are really the most beautiful poem, song and picture. 7. Write an essay on the topic of spring fields

There are mountains and waters in my hometown, and there are endless fields.

In spring, the warm sunshine spreads all over the earth, and Miss Chun unconsciously puts on spring clothes for the fields, as well as the golden rape flowers, which looks like a big beautiful picture from a distance.

In summer, there are green seedlings and big round watermelons in the fields. Listen to the farmer's uncle shouting and selling watermelons there!

Autumn fields are another scene. Paddy fields are like a golden ocean. A gust of wind blows heavy ears of grain, swaying with the wind, as if to pay tribute to people. Hard-working farmers are busy.

In winter, the fields are dressed in snow-white winter clothes, which indicates a bumper year, and next year will be another bumper year. 8. field composition in spring

Spring is the season when rape blossoms bloom most brilliantly, and clusters of them run up like competitions.

against the sunshine, it is dazzling, and at first glance, it looks like a golden ocean, which makes people feel relaxed and happy. I hold a paintbrush and paint this bright color of spring with my heart.

painting and painting, it seems that I have been in the paradise of rape flowers. Clusters of rape flowers have opened their smiling faces, and golden waves have come to me, one after another. I was immersed in the sea of flowers and was attracted by their beautiful dance.

There have been uninvited "guests" around the rape blossoms. Butterflies in yellow and white dresses have come to "date" with rape flowers.

They dance around the rape flowers, and their cheerful dancing is intoxicating! What a beautiful picture of "butterflies dancing all the time"! I can't stand it. When the little butterfly finished her performance and rested on the rape flower, I quickly picked up the brush and quickly drew this rare scene.

a year's plan lies in spring! In the distance, a strong buffalo has been ploughing the fields early. Diligently start a new year's work, it silently guards their duties, does not shrink back, just lowers its head and plows hard.

once, twice ... tirelessly, without a trace of complaint. I was deeply moved by this beautiful creature, which has the same power as people! As unyielding as people! "Soul Engineer in Animals" must belong to it! I couldn't help but pick up the brush and put all my energy into finishing this painting.

I think this painting seems to be more beautiful, vivid and wonderful than the previous one! Perhaps this is the real spring! Now, it's time for me to experience the breath of spring for myself. I put down my brush, straightened up and took a deep breath. The air was mixed with the smell of earth, the fragrance of the earth and the fragrance of grass! Listen carefully, it seems that you can hear the murmur of the river and the spring girl! At the foot of the grass, or lying lazily in the sun, or half-inclined body curiously looking at the world, or standing upright, a carefree look.

The little flowers on the side can't wait. They all opened their eyes happily and put on their own flowered clothes, smiling shyly like a little girl. Everything is so vibrant, full of * * *, what a scene of spring returning to the earth and sprouting trees! In the face of this fascinating scene of spring blossoms, I can't help but think of a poem "Spring Day" by Zhu Xi, a poet of the Song Dynasty: "When you are idle, you will know the east wind, and it will always be spring."