Write a composition in the southern town in spring.

1. China Da Chun's composition is "The flowers are thicker in March." The winter jasmine in front of the steps began to blossom yellow buds again, and the lazy moss climbed up the quaint and dignified treetops. Spring girl's magic is scattered in the air, dizzy with green ink, and the chill in the quiet town has faded. The thin willows also washed away the dead ink, and the thick ink and heavy color of spring appeared. The spring breeze urges everything to grow, and the mountains and winds set each other off, depicting a fresh spring scenery. Ah, spring, like the shy beauty of a girl, looks so beautiful.

Spring is bright and yellow. Bit by bit, with the gentle breeze, gently ups and downs, charming and lovely. Spring is a yellow sunrise, which shines warmly into the quiet hills and is full of life. It is not as full as hot summer, nor as cool as light blue winter. It's just a faint shy goose yellow, which makes people feel so kind and comfortable. The winter jasmine is yellow, and the small lantern brightly holds up the yellow core, spits out a little vitality, and grows a large piece of smiling winter jasmine. Like a gift belonging to spring, it can be seen everywhere, flexible and tenacious. There are rape beds in spring, tender seedlings in spring, bamboo shoots just sprouting in spring, and grass everywhere in spring, all of which are pale yellow. Soft yellow, delicate and shy yellow, people can't help but want to hold it in their arms to protect it.

Spring is pure lake blue, delicate and full. The sky that belongs to spring is blue, the wild water bamboo is blue, the melodious "Malanhua" is also blue, and the most beautiful is the clear and pure spring stream. Floating petals set off the beautiful blue spring water, so clear and blue.

Spring is fresh cherry powder. Like a girl's sweet mind, it is warmly woven into this romantic and fragrant color. "Girls' feelings are always poems. "The pink cherry blossoms in spring, like a girl's gentle heart, come bright and quietly. The peach blossom on the riverside has also become a poem of a girl in spring, like a girl's shy and delicate mind, "the powder on her cheeks is not uniform", so the peach blossom has a refined appearance. However, apricot blossoms are like a girl's dreamy state of mind. Small pink petals rotate with the stamens, carefully guarding inner secrets, carrying inner dreams and holding up inner hopes. Just like a pink boat holding a small lamp, you can't help but think and don't want others to know.

Spring is a rich color, just like a painter's palette. Whether it is bright goose yellow, pure lake blue or fresh cherry powder, it can be displayed in this huge painting in spring. I can't tell whether the splendid spring scenery in front of me is a reality painted with meticulous brushwork or a fantasy painted with freehand brushwork. But it doesn't matter, whether it is meticulous or freehand brushwork, or colorful.

At this point, I want to keep the pace of spring with Qingge and express my love for spring with Wu Man. But this spring scenery is indescribable, and no matter how beautiful and pleasing words are, it can't express its charm. Therefore, I have to write this touching spring scenery with my poor words and gorgeous sentences.

2. Small Town Composition Since returning to China, my body has been in a state of "getting angry". Even after drinking several cups of green tea, several bowls of mung bean water have not improved much.

My mother said it was because I was not acclimatized, which made me feel very strange. The climate in my hometown, which has been with me for more than 20 years, suddenly made me feel "strange" because I left for a year. Suddenly from the bottom of my heart, there is an embarrassment and sadness that "children don't know each other when they meet, and they ask where the guests come from".

Unconsciously, the bits and pieces of the southern town have been integrated into my body. Yes, studying in a southern town more than 900 kilometers away is not only a geographical gap, but also a distance of homesickness. Because it is a small town, the transportation is not very convenient, which makes every time I go home, it is more like a long trip.

During the turbulence, the humidity turned into dryness, the high temperature turned into coolness, the antique high-rise buildings were replaced by the high-rise buildings in my hometown, the dialect I didn't understand became the hometown dialect engraved in my bones, the banyan trees with drooping roots gradually disappeared behind my head, and the tall and straight poplars stood beside me again. Unconsciously, I became a migratory bird, traveling between the north and the south during the winter and summer vacations.

Recalling the state when I first arrived in the small town, I feel very vague. I only remember that my mother and I couldn't help crying at that time, and I didn't know where to pour the grievances and dissatisfaction. I just kept repeating "unexpected". For myself at that time, this small town was too shabby and backward, with narrow streets and poor traffic. This small town is like a deformed child, smelling of decay and abandonment from head to toe. It has a gap of 108,000 miles from the brightly lit and high-rise metropolis life in my imagination.

The gap in my heart can already plug hundreds of Everest, and the idea of giving up studying in college for a year has lingered in my heart for thousands of times, like the temptation of lingering spells over and over again. The reality is that the air we breathe now, even if we escape, can't stop breathing.

When you take a deep breath, wake yourself up and understand that even if you sink into the deepest trench, there is still air. Always appreciate the phrase "peace when you come". Even if it is unbearable, you need to taste it yourself.

Thought of here, the in the mind even if again uneven, also should be filled. The days of studying in a small town are not as difficult and sad as expected. Time seems to adapt to the character of a small town and carve itself delicately and subtly.

Here, it seems that I don't even know the time, and I have finished the winding time path in a quiet experience. No traffic, no tall buildings, no noisy crowds. These are just pictures in TV commercials. People here live in paintings, poems and an ancient ballad, waiting for people to chew and taste it carefully.

That wave of green river, singing poetry, shook the whole town to sleep; After the rain, the banyan tree swayed with green leaves, and its long beard gently brushed everyone's face; The ancient archway, the ancient houses and the stage where countless stories have been staged are frozen in history, just like amber in Huang Cancan, quietly bathing in the afternoon sunshine and lovingly watching everyone who walks in time. The most comfortable picture is that acquaintances in twos and threes get together to enjoy fragrant teas, or sit quietly under a tree and pour their own drinks.

In any case, tea has become an indispensable "seasoning" in a small town, bringing tranquility to the extreme and letting leisure and agility dance into the bones of every resident in the town. I remember that night after the final exam, I sat in the corridor with three or two classmates, dripping the brightest moonlight, watching the slow smoke in the teapot and sucking the purest taste of nature.

The fragrance echoing on the tip of the tongue, chest and abdomen is as soft as brocade, wrapping every tired nerve and as light as Huan Yun, and permeating every restless cell. In this way, the pace of time is like the notes flowing in the throat of a noisy cuckoo at night, and it is past midnight before you know it.

People, sometimes too rough, always let a quick glance blind their eyes. It takes time and patience to polish people's exquisiteness, and over time, they gradually realize the different fragrance of things.

"The taste of life, whether Chun Xue or green tofu, should be tasted by yourself". San Mao's words are the bravest and truest.

Entering a corner of the south is either colorful and prosperous, or plain. In any case, how can you feel the beauty of entering a small town, whether it is integration or separation, without personal experience?

3. Composition: Spring is at my home. Spring is in my home. 1994 The 10th day of the first month is the most beautiful day in the world.

On this day, I was born. The spring is bright and the breeze is blowing gently. I grew up happily in the ocean of parents' love.

Now, I am a nine-year-old fourth-grade girl. I was born in spring, and now I really feel the beauty of spring.

Because my home is as happy as spring now. My parents are both school teachers.

In my memory, the earliest place where my family lived was a two-story building in the school. This building looks very shabby: the red tiles on the roof are like the horse route where our kindergarten children stand, crooked.

In some places, there is still a piece missing, stuffed with black tiles, which makes people feel particularly uncomfortable; The walls are neatly laid red bricks. From a distance, it seems that many square boxes are piled together, but when you walk in front of them, all the red bricks are rotten. If you touch them with your hands, a layer of red dust will fall off. Dad told me that this house has a long history, more than 20 years, and now it is as old as an old man.

We live on the first floor and the house is very small. Things at home are always crowded together like disobedient children, which makes people feel messy.

Every day my mother lets me go out as soon as she cooks, otherwise the fumes are unbearable. In spring, there will be many small drops of water on the floor, which will be very annoying.

My doll's white face is covered with pockmarks. Mom said it was mildew, all caused by small drops of water.

After that, I hated the house where we lived. One day, my father took my hand and pointed to a group of busy construction workers and said, "We are going to have a new house!" " "I was very happy when I heard this.

Cried happily, "My doll has a new house!" " "I don't know how long it took, we moved into a spacious and bright new building. This new four-story building is beautiful! Magnificent, tall, beautiful, beautiful.

Anything nice can be used on her.

My home is three rooms and two halls. The walls are painted white, and the floor is covered with tiles, which is smooth and clean. I can play on it barefoot every day.

Everything in the house is neatly arranged and no longer crowded. I put the doll on the aluminum balcony and let her bask in the sun every day.

Mother stopped complaining about the suffocating smoke. When cooking, I play in the living room or watch cartoons. In spring, mom doesn't have to worry about water droplets anymore; In summer, my family sleeps on the floor. When the electric fan blows, we sleep until dawn. In autumn, we take our grandparents home and live together like "immortals". Not to mention winter, when the air conditioner is turned on, the snow is fluttering outside the window and the warmth inside the house is thick.

One day this year, when I came home from school, I opened the door and saw a shiny computer in the living room. I can't help crying with joy.

Soon, I learned to surf the Internet with my father. On Saturday and Sunday, I read stories and cartoons online with my father.

Once, my father asked me, what is the biggest change in the world? I said without thinking, "My family has changed the most!" Dad touched my head and smiled and said, "Tell me, why has my family changed so much?" Dad saw that I thought for a long time and didn't answer, so he said, "In fact, this is all due to * * *!" I listened and shouted: "* * * How nice! * * * How nice! " Dad looked at me happily and said loudly, "China is great!" Chun is in my house.

4. How to write a 400-word composition about the spring scenery of our southern water town? Small ponds can be seen everywhere, especially in spring.

The beauty of a small pond in spring lies in the word "quiet", as if it were not a pool of water, but a piece of green-a piece of green, crystal green. The blue sky, green trees and white clouds all left beautiful images in her arms, and the quiet blue waves were mixed with a trace of meditation.

Miss chun's arm was gently stroked. She is like a sleeping girl, hugging the aquatic plants on the shore. Sleeping so soundly and sweetly is always safe.

Because of the eternal silence, it is surprisingly clear: fish and sand at the bottom of the water float into the eye without disguise. The pond in spring is also beautiful in the word "move".

She is like a changeable green silk, so beautiful and brilliant. Under the call of the sun, the waves jump, such as flying flowers and broken gold, and every little point has elves flashing, stretching and trembling; As soon as the breeze blows, there is a waterline on it, which slowly pushes from here to there.

The small trees on the shore rustle, as if playing ancient music, and as if telling someone an ancient story. The pond in spring is still beautiful in the word "early". The spring scenery in Xiaotang is really beautiful.

5. How to write the most beautiful spring composition? Write spring, the season when everything recovers; Spring, a season of blooming flowers; Spring, a season of warm wind supporting willows, is really a colorful season! In this beautiful season, we should play with the wind, go for an outing and feel the beauty of spring!

I took Miss Chun's hand and she took me to the foot of the mountain. I looked up, ah! I don't know when this tall and straight mountain became extremely green. There are many pine trees on the mountain. They are spreading their branches, as if waving to me, as if to say, "Hello, welcome here!" " "I don't know when it started. The open snow in winter has covered a large lawn. Some have just sprouted grass, some have long, hard-growing grass, and some have small wild flowers. It's really' a little red changes from green to green'! I looked at the big river again. I went to the dam and looked at the fish in the water. Sometimes they jump out of the water, sometimes they hide under stones to avoid me, and sometimes they swim quickly on the water.

Look at several willows and tall poplars standing tall and straight across the river, reminding me of the soldiers who used their lives to guard the frontier and defend the motherland! Miss Liu is not willing to lag behind, trying to stretch thin branches, swaying in the wind, showing graceful dancing, like a beautiful woman performing. A gust of wind blowing, the wind with the fragrance of many flowers, such as winter jasmine, lily, let me intoxicated. The willow gently brushed my cheek with her thin wicker, which made me feel that my mother gave me a hug.

6. Write a composition of about 600 words in spring. As the saying goes, a year's plan lies in spring, and a day's plan lies in morning. Spring is like a beautiful girl. As long as everything she has walked through is revived, flowers bloom and birds sing and flowers smell, she will be full of vitality. In spring, she is not as hot as summer; Not as dead as autumn, there are dead branches and leaves everywhere; Not as cold as winter. The girl in spring is gentle, and the breeze blows like a little hand gently stroking, which makes people feel a little cold. The scenery in spring is the most beautiful. The mountain in spring is an emerald, which looks like a huge emerald from a distance. The small trees that live on the mountain are flourishing. Walking into the dense jungle, you can also smell a fresh smell of earth, which makes people feel the breath of nature. Rain in spring. Scattered on the grass, trees and flowers, and gradually infiltrated into the soil. "Sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently." Let them take root and sprout, and add vitality to spring. After the rain, the sun came out and the air was fresher. Every grass and tree, the earth presents a dazzling landscape, which is really beautiful. Look, light green grass is green. I think only a painter can paint it. Perhaps because it was so beautiful, or intoxicated, the swallows in the tree couldn't help singing a beautiful song "Whispering". At this time, "Hua, wow ..." was added to the river, which formed a beautiful and harmonious song. The breeze is blowing, and the grass gently shakes its small body as if to dance with them. Uncle also used "Hua, wow ..." You are the most touching in spring! You decorate the world with colorful green, and you give your green to everything in the world. You are the source of life and the beginning of hope. "Where is spring? Where is spring? In the eyes of the child, there are red flowers here and green grass here … "In spring, I opened my eyes in winter. Ah, inadvertently, spring smiles ahead. Ah, spring! She walked with light steps, afraid to stride forward with girlish shyness. She quietly took off her gray winter coat and got closer and closer to us. I wandered in the field of spring and was brought into the fantasy of spring by a piece of gauze covering everything. I seem to see a girl in the mood for love. She goes in and out, swinging her elegant skirt. Is she the girl in spring that people yearn for? Under the guidance of Miss Chun, I came to the park. Flowers are scrambling to stretch their bodies under the spring breeze; The willow bud bit the winter bun and germinated; Wheat seedlings raised their muddy heads and started jointing; Bamboo shoots broke free from the cold and sprouted; Petals open the warm heart window and bloom! The waterwheel also moves freely; The river thawed, and "Ding Ding Dong Dong" sang a song ... The scenery in spring is so beautiful that people's mood is even more beautiful in spring. After a whole winter's hunchback, their backs are straight, and their cheerful smiles are full of hope. There is an atmosphere of joy everywhere. Young people who take pictures in the park, old people who fish and children who catch insects are all intoxicated in the embrace of nature and linger on. As the saying goes: "One year. In the rural fields, farmers are sowing the seeds of hope, which is the busiest time of the year; On the wall of the classroom, there is a curriculum for the new semester. There are many fruits of knowledge in a new book waiting for us to collect. Spring is full of vitality and colorful. You can really say, "Relax, it's always spring. "! I like spring. I like to smell the flowers, see the new green of trees and listen to the singing of birds. Ah! In spring, you bring us endless joy. I love you, Spring! Listening to the heart sound of spring outside the window, the drizzle drifted silently. Holding a steaming cup of green tea, in the long fragrance of tea, I approached the winter snow written by the distant shadow flute. I have been longing for a snow, which comes as scheduled on a winter morning, but for me who grew up in the south, it seems an unreachable dream. The south broke out last winter. It's just a thin layer of ice on the ground, but the long-awaited snow still didn't surprise me as scheduled. So, a dozen distant posts, a long-lost yearning for snow, were clearly displayed in front of me, just like the continuous spring rain outside the window, so fresh and natural, so kind and moving; It is also like the snow that has appeared countless times in the dream, so crystal clear, so light and elegant. At the beginning, the shadow in the distance showed us a poetic picture of the spring rain: there was no deliberate and meticulous carving, no traces of strong colors, only a few strokes, such as willow strokes, such as pleasant breeze and shy spring rain, which came quietly; An idea of looking forward to the spring rain, a feeling of being close to nature, so inadvertently, tightly buckled my heart. Bathed in this drizzle, I looked up and the sky was clear. "Tomorrow, can you come? "How much expectation, how much longing, vaguely between the lines. Following the brush strokes of distant shadows, walking in the spring of the north, the light rain is lightly dyed, and the snow from winter and spring blurs my sight again: stop and look at the other side. Snow, you came, dyed the peak of Baiwang Mountain white, and highlighted the ivory emerald color in the gray sky, which is particularly beautiful. Just like a fairy wears it. The splash on the stone steps is gradually sparse, and it can be vaguely seen that the sparkling snow melts quietly before it falls on the stone steps. My breath forms a white mist in the dense air, and I don't want to disperse it. "In this passage, Yuan Ying vividly depicts the snowflake by anthropomorphizing, which is as light as a fairy and as shy as a virgin.

7. Writing about spring is beautiful. Spring is beautiful.

Spring has come, grass has sprouted, peach blossoms have blossomed, pear blossoms have blossomed, swallows have flown back from the south, and willows are green. ...

How beautiful spring is! Spring is really like a loving mother's hand! I stood on the grass and felt someone stroking me gently. I thought, who could it be? I thought of my mother and tried to turn around and jump into her arms, but I missed it. Why? It's spring breeze!

How light the footsteps of Miss Chun are! She quietly came to the venue. Look, how beautiful the endless green wheat seedlings are! The breeze is blowing, the wheat seedlings are rolling forward, and a piece of golden rape blossoms opens Huang Chengcheng's smiling face. Groups of hardworking bees and lovely butterflies, watching this flower for a while, kissing that flower for a while, dancing and playing among the flowers and enjoying the infinite fun of spring.

Miss Chun came to the orchard. You see, the pink peach blossoms are blooming, the snow-white pear blossoms are blooming, and the flowers are floating over the orchard. Pink peach garden is like the flat peach garden in Journey to the West, very beautiful!

When Miss Spring came to the river bank, there was a furry green carpet on the hillside, dotted with wild flowers, and gold, pink, white, red and purple were in full bloom in the green grass. You see, the willows on the shore hang slender branches and dance in the breeze. The new buds on the branches stick out their "little heads" and the blue sky is blue. It blooms in the green grass. Look, the willows on the shore hang down slender branches, dancing in the breeze, and the new buds on the branches stick out their little heads. Under the blue sky, several pairs of swallows stopped on the wire like a staff, singing from time to time, and they were playing a hymn of spring.

Spring is so beautiful!