Stunned by the excellent composition

In normal study, work and life, people often come into contact with compositions. According to the characteristics of writing proposition, composition can be divided into propositional composition and non-propositional composition. How to write a good composition? The following are the excellent compositions I collected for you, for reference only. Let's have a look.

Excellent composition in a daze 1 On a drizzling night in the south of the Yangtze River, hold a pot of fragrant tea and listen to the rain outside the window; Read ten thousand volumes of poetry in hand, taste ancient and modern literati, each leading the way. So there is no need to return to the oblique wind and drizzle, and everything is quiet. Will you still be impetuous?

Will you still be impetuous? In the embrace of nature. Maybe we walked through the high-rise buildings with cement and steel bars during the day, and the green space was just an island in gray, so we couldn't stop quietly to taste it. But on that foggy rainy night in the south of the Yangtze River, we can sit by the window and listen to the sounds of nature. Ripples spread in my heart, a pot of tea is light, and a handful of rain is clear. Wet green leaves are connected together, and at night, the black shadow has a hint of green. All the impetuousness was washed away by the rain, leaving only a quiet and pure heart.

Will you still be impetuous? In that poem, it is either graceful or heroic. Have profound thoughts and the brilliance of the ancients. A rainy night, it is "the blue sea has no waves, and there is a road in the remote station." Looking back, you will see in your heart that the rain has merged into streams and rivers, and there is a heroic "river of no return". Turn around, the breeze blows, and open your poem page. "Blowing the face without chilling the wind in the willows" will jump on the paper ... the rain is sad, which is "the lonely phoenix tree locks the autumn in the deep courtyard"; The rain is majestic, and there is more thinking about "I am searching up and down". All impetuous spirits are dispelled by mo Xiang, leaving only a poetic rhyme and a tender feeling in a quiet night.

Will you still be impetuous? In that historical ring. Looking back at a dynasty and savoring it for a period of time, your thoughts will cross the century or Wang Yang like the wind and light. The peaceful air hit my face, which is the historical decline of Soochow.

Lake; Chrysanthemum is quiet, which is the release of Tao Yuanming; The earthy atmosphere is strong, and you can see that Mao Zedong points the way, and the Red Army overcomes difficulties ... All impetuousness is annihilated in the wise thoughts and atmospheric ambitions of historical figures; At the end of that period of history, only one was sober and the other was rational.

Will you still be impetuous? In the ubiquitous silence. The world can be impetuous with an impetuous heart, but the heart is calm and calm.

Stunned by the excellent composition 2, "Spring rain surprises spring and clear valley days, summer is full and summer is hot, autumn is cold and frost, and winter snow is raining." These four short sentences contain 24 solar terms and are also the crystallization of the wisdom of our working people. Among them, my favorite solar term is the fright, which awakens animals and plants in its own unique way, shows people vitality and surprises people in spring.

"I was shocked, and the thunder began." Drum-like spring thunder awakened the plants on the earth. The rain was falling and splashing on the ground. The grass pokes its green head playfully out of the wet soil, the willow shoots yellow, and the bamboo shoots grow sharp heads. The sleeping stream woke up, singing a cheerful song and running away.

The roaring thunder also woke the hibernating animals. Bear turned over, bowed his head and touched his flat stomach, crawled out of the hole lazily and came to the river to catch fish. Squirrel rubbed his confused eyes, looked at the small food in the hole and jumped out of the hut. The frog looked at the rain outside the hole and croaked twice. In response to the rain, he composed a beautiful and crisp piece of music, singing and celebrating the arrival of spring.

In the fields, farmers' uncles also scrambled to do farm work. Some people are fertilizing rape fields, some are raking the soil, some are storing water, and some are sowing seeds. This is a labor scene full of passion and vitality. Everyone held their breath and hoped for a bumper harvest this year.

Stunned, you are so beautiful and lively, how can I not like you, how can I not be intoxicated by you?

Spring is a little quiet, as calm as water. However, people are always addicted to happiness and always forget to forge ahead.

Under the eaves, swallows under blue tiles bring spring. The children in the alley are still reading some old poems in the old Gu Xiang: "Pear blossoms are pale white and willow blue is new, and willow is full of flowers." I was having fun with my companions, but my mother in the house took me home. When he closed the door, he said, "Go home quickly. Today is a surprise. It will thunder soon. "

I looked up. It was dark, but not very dark.

I am infatuated with spring, so I walk slowly in the street and indulge in the spring air.

Unexpectedly, a spring thunder woke me up, and then it rained a few drops. Busy to retreat to other people's eaves. Suddenly I heard some children crying upstairs and said, "Dad, I won't dare next time."

I heard several dull male voices: "tell me about you, how are you?" It's over 70 points again, and I'm still swimming in the middle of the river. Why are you so courageous? "

I smile, I don't know how many times I have seen such a scene.

Fatherly love is a stick. Pain is warm. People who often live in spring will never succeed.

The thunder stopped, and I reached out from under the eaves, dry, and it didn't rain. Then he hurried by.

Pedestrians on the roadside complained, "What bad luck. What day is today? How can it rain? " Then he left in a hurry.

I looked back at the man's back and said to myself, "Today is a shock."

Yeah, it's shocking. Although spring is fine, we should keep the alarm bell ringing. How else can we make progress? Mencius said: "Born in sorrow, died in happiness."

Standing on the sidewalk for a long time, I walked in the direction of the sun again. Beautiful spring thunder sounded in my ear.

A loud thunder flashed across the sky, with a hint of offense, separating the spring and awakening thousands of sleeping creatures. He is like the call of spring, telling everyone to welcome the new season.

Spring thunder, exploding over the earth, followed by thawing spring water, making a tinkling sound. The bear climbed out of the tree hole and growled at the sky to cater to the sound of spring thunder and wake up the sleeping animals in winter.

Not to be outdone, cuckoos crow one after another, and from time to time, one or two eagles howl and mingle with them. Delicate and lovely sparrows are also active in the trees, chirping, and they can be seen shuttling between trees from time to time. All kinds of bugs and earthworms have also emerged from the ground, constantly renovating the frozen soil in severe winter. They are all busy, welcoming the arrival of spring with their voices and actions.

A touch of new green was awakened, and they quickly got into the ground, and a small head appeared quietly. Look around, there is no danger. Like mushrooms after rain, they quickly gush out of the soil and grow wildly. Flowers are also afraid of falling behind and competing to sprout and open. On the edge of several bushes, there are several flowers, which together present a beautiful scene of freshness, elegance and vitality.

During the scare, it is also the time to wake people up. After staying at home for nearly a winter, I formed the habit of laziness. After the impact, everything vanished. The sting brings the surprise of spring. In the beautiful days of spring, with the busy day by day, people also began a new year's life. This is the recovery of mind and soul, which makes people more sensitive, positive, energetic and happy. This is mixed with the vitality rising from the depths of the earth, making every day more exciting.

Fear comes and goes quickly. He is just the arrival of spring, a sign of the revival of everything. It was only a moment, but it brought countless hopes. "I was shocked, warm and harmonious", I was shocked, but I left a year of laughter.

A clear and loud thunder, with goodwill, awakened all living things on the earth. Just like the code word of spring, it reminds them to open their sleepy eyes to welcome the new season-spring.

Spring thunder exploded in the Woods, followed by the melodious singing of the brook "Ding Ding Dong Dong". Birds and insects are singing continuously, as if in response to Uncle Lei, and as if performing their own works. They should listen to the instructions of spring and talk and laugh with their friends, such as Shang Feng and Yu.

Flowers and trees were awakened. They slept for a winter, got comfortable, put on clothes and basked in the sun, and changed a beautiful coat for Mother Earth. The earth has also been nourished by the spring rain, fragrant and gorgeous.

The smell of spring is getting stronger and stronger. Peach blossom and plum blossom compete to catch up with the bright sunshine. The thick fragrance of flowers attracted many passers-by, and my feet could not help but stop. Some people take photos to keep the scenery in the lens forever, some people are obsessed with poetry and painting, and some people look at it silently, but they are reluctant to touch a petal. The sky has also changed in different ways. Blue is transparent, white is pure, and the sun is particularly bright. The cold in the air has disappeared, and the birds are bathed in the warm sunshine, calling for friends, singing and dancing excitedly.

Speaking of fright, farmers are also very busy. As the saying goes, "When it comes to the Scaring Festival, the cultivated land can't rest." Farmers carry hoes to bury wheat and vegetable seeds in the ground, fertilize them and water them. It's hard! Although they are sweating and exhausted, they are very pleased and look forward to a round and full harvest of each seed in a few months.

Not only has the earth changed in spring, but the children have also begun to work hard. The teacher said, "A year's plan lies in spring." This is a good season for study. We read the text aloud with books in our arms, and the books on campus are loud and clear.

Sting is a solar term that makes the earth look brand-new, a solar term in which flowers and trees begin to emerge, and a good solar term in which teenagers begin to work hard.

Winter goes and spring comes, year after year. A gust of wind blew, and I smelled the breath of spring, so fresh.

Animals and plants that have been sleeping for a whole winter have not awakened, because they are waiting for that day, waiting for that thunder.

It's raining heavily, which is a portrayal of my mood. Needless to guess, I must have been criticized by the teacher. In this way, I let my parents and teachers worry about me many times because of my poor grades, but I don't care at all. Because I didn't pay attention to my study.

The story reached the ears of grandma lying in the hospital bed.

Grandma raised me and took care of me since I was a child, but the disease still befell her.

The telephone rang and I answered it without hesitation.

"Son, it's me."

The trembling voice on the other end of the phone seemed to strike a chord with me.

"Grandma, how have you been recently?"

But grandma didn't answer. I know she's angry.

"Son, you must pay attention to. Your grades have plummeted. Aren't you in a hurry? Grandma told you to keep studying. Now people seem to be asleep, it's time to wake up. ...

Although grandma's words are a little disorganized, I still understand.

My grandmother's face appeared in front of my eyes, and my eyes lost their former look. My blackhead has long been sick. But her words are still so powerful and give people the impulse to struggle.

I woke up, and you and the earth gradually rediscovered themselves; I woke up, and I had my own brand-new goal; I'm awake, and I'm on my way to success.

In a daze, everything recovers, and I also recover. The sound of the sky awakened animals and plants, and grandma's words awakened me. ...

Stunned by the excellent composition 7 "Spring thunder, everything grows." This is the season of fear. Sting is the third of the 24 solar terms. Spring thunder woke up the secluded animals, and the weather turned warmer, and most parts of China entered the spring ploughing season.

In my hometown in the countryside, every time I was shocked, the village immediately became lively. Every household will take the drums out and carry them to the village square. Accompanied by the rumble of thunder, men riveted their strength and beat drums rhythmically, while women and children sang and danced happily. Drums, songs and laughter sounded together. According to the old man in the village, "Gu Mi is piled up." The louder the drums, the more prosperous our family will be in the new year.

At noon, every family will put away their drums and go home to make a big lunch. When you are full, you are ready to go out to work in the afternoon.

It was about one o'clock in the afternoon. With "Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep. All the men, women and children in the village walked briskly to the fields. Everyone sang folk songs loudly and shouted, cheering for themselves.

At the end of the field, men will roll up their pants and sleeves. Then, I was as busy as a bee. Some cultivated land, some planted saplings, and some planted melons and beans ... forming a dynamic, natural and harmonious farming map.

The sunset kisses the western hills, and the song of birds returning to their nests will awaken people who are intoxicated with their busy work. While talking about spring ploughing, everyone packed up farm tools and went home.

This is "a thunderbolt that startled snakes and insects, and several showers dyed green and red." In 1999, the wind was warm in the south of the Yangtze River and the fields were plowed in spring. Stunned, he awakened everything with a burst of thunder and brought vitality and passion to the earth.

Excellent composition 8 "Mom, is the water hot?" Grandma looked up and asked Zu Milk. Zunai shook his head hard, so grandma sat on the brown wooden stool and washed Zunai's feet. The stool was grandma's dowry when she got married. It was engraved with delicate patterns, and the original shiny color faded because of age.

The cool breeze blew them, and Zunai reached out and slowly tidied up grandma's hair blown by the wind. Grandma looked up and smiled at Zunai like a child. Then she got up, staggered to the window, closed the window and sat back on the stool.

Zunai's saliva flowed down the corner of his mouth and dripped into the tub. Grandma noticed the ripples in the water and looked up and snorted and smiled. She got up at once, wiped her hands and wiped her mouth with a handkerchief beside her. She gently rubbed her feet for Zu's milk. What a small but vicissitudes foot it is. It is a three-inch golden lotus. It must be bent. Grandma gently scooped up the water and rubbed it on her shriveled feet.

Suddenly a tune sounded in my ear. It was Zunai humming softly, and grandma shook her head and sang along. That's … a lullaby that grandma put me to sleep when I was a child! I listened to this familiar tune and looked at the beat of Zunai, and my heart was touched inexplicably.

I've been leaning against the door like this. My father put his arm around my shoulder from behind and handed me a dress. He said, "Go and dress your grandmother. She visited my grandmother and got carried away. " I took that lovely dress and put it on my grandmother. Grandma looked at me affectionately and smiled.

Zunai's action of lifting her hair, grandma's action of wiping saliva for Zunai, and dad's clothes ... are just washing her feet, but they are like interlocking, blending the love of four generations.

Is this a trap? Accidental pictures and casual actions made me wake up. This shock woke me up. It turns out that love can be transmitted, and it turns out that love is endless.