First grade composition

In real life or work and study, everyone is familiar with composition. Composition is a verbal activity in which people express their thoughts in written form. So have you ever studied composition? The following are eight first-year compositions I compiled for you. Welcome to read the collection.

Since I moved into my new house, a tall old tree outside the window caught my attention. I lie prone in front of the window every day, holding my chin up and looking at this familiar and strange tree. We moved to our new home in early spring, and the tree was full of five pink flowers. Stamens are yellow. When I saw these flowers, my heart was shocked. Wow! It's beautiful. So, I happily ran to ask my mother. I said to my mother, "The tree outside our house is really beautiful. What tree is it? " Mother said, "That's an apricot tree." Then I ran back to the window. Since then, I have looked at this apricot tree every day. After a few days, I found that the flowers began to fall. Petals whirled down from the sky, flying like butterflies. Sometimes a breeze can float in a few petals at home! I picked it up and smelled it, ah! A faint fragrance is really intoxicating. The flowers soon finished falling, and gradually green leaves grew, first a few sparse green shoots, and then the trees were all green. After the early spring, the trees are swaying, the wind is blowing, and the leaves are rattling.

Birds are also good at finding places and playing in trees in groups of three or five. When it rains, intermittent raindrops hit the leaves and washed away the dust on the leaves. The leaves are brand new, bright and green. Sometimes you can see ladybugs and seven stars sheltering from the rain on the leaves. Unfortunately, a drop of water hit the ladybug, and as soon as the leaves shook, the ladybug bounced off. I couldn't help sighing: "Alas! Which ladybug is really unlucky! " Before long, the wheat in the field turned yellow and the apricots on the trees were about to mature. This apricot tree is a different scene. Green leaves set off small golden apricots, clusters, which look like apricots at close range and flowers at a distance. I stood at the window, looking at the apricot trees, smelling the apricot fragrance floating in the wind, and couldn't help but want to pick one.

Early that spring, my father took me back to my hometown. My hometown is a professional chicken farmer, my uncle is an expert chicken farmer, and there is a big chicken coop in front of the door.

It was still a little cold in early spring, and there was no heating in my hometown, so I took my brother into the chicken greenhouse. This house is also called a chicken hatchery. It's warm inside, but there is a strong smell of chicken shit going straight to the nose. We don't care about this, but we are busy catching chickens to see who catches the most chickens. When I caught the twentieth one, I was surprised to find that the chicken had not finished molting. I held it in my hand and observed it carefully. I found that the fluff on this chicken is very rare, and the tender skin is exposed. What's more strange is that there is an eggshell stuck on my head. I think mother hen is so careless that she didn't even remove the chicken shell, which is far from my mother's. Thinking of this, I carefully peeled off the shell on the chicken head like my mother, only to see the bright red skin there, and the chicken screamed with pain and kicked hard with its claws. I ran to tell my uncle that the chicken was particularly afraid of cold when it hatched, so I left a little eggshell on my body to keep warm, and then slowly shed it later, otherwise it would be difficult to survive. As soon as I heard this, I ran to the henhouse.

This chicken is really dying. It's dying with its eyes open. I quickly found an egg skin and put it on its head. It still looks immortal. I asked my uncle again. My uncle said that the original eggshell of a chicken has a temperature, and the cold shell you imposed will make him feel even colder. I listened and ran to warm the eggshell, but it was too late, even if Dr. Bethune came, because the chicken had been tortured to death by me.

That poor chicken told me a truth with its life, that is, life should grow naturally according to its own laws, and it must never encourage others, let alone impose people's will on other lives.

When I was 3 years old, we often went to solve riddles on the lanterns. "Looking round, I felt numb and wrapped in a small crescent moon." "Yellow belly, round, very delicate, with many babies in it, delicious and nutritious." As soon as you listen, you will know that this is an orange that people like to eat.

In fact, there are many kinds of oranges, such as seedless orange, orange, red orange, kumquat, orange, seedless orange and so on. No matter what kind, the taste is sweet and sour, and the color and shape are similar. Immature oranges are blue, sour and astringent. What is about to mature is green in yellow and sweet in acid. Full ripeness is orange and sweet. Oranges are mostly oval with flat sides. The small ones are smaller than table tennis, and the big ones are bigger than fists.

My favorite fruit is orange. In order to understand the knowledge of oranges, I consulted a lot of information about oranges. It turns out that oranges have so many benefits that they are all treasures. Has effects in moistening lung, relieving cough, invigorating spleen, regulating qi, and quenching thirst. Meat, skin, collateral, seeds and leaves can all be used as medicine. Orange peel can beautify, remove tea rust and deodorize, and orange collaterals have the effects of dredging collaterals, resolving phlegm, promoting qi circulation and promoting blood circulation. Orange leaves can soothe the liver and regulate qi, reduce swelling and detoxify.

Oranges, a coat of Huang Chengcheng, look like eight or nine golden jiaozi. Very cute, sweet and sour, very delicious. How can such fruit not be liked?

Orchid, one of the four famous flowers in China, is also called "Four Gentlemen" with chrysanthemum, plum and bamboo. In my heart, Lan is always pure and elegant.

Alan's mother. She raised a pot of Clivia, handled it carefully and planted it in a beige porcelain flowerpot. In spring, orchids are in full bloom, and the white petals and pale yellow stamens are so attractive. I couldn't help bending down and burying my nose in the most beautiful gentleman orchid. Well, an elegant fragrance comes to the nose and deserves to be one of the four famous flowers.

Lan is very beautiful. Whether it is a gentleman's demeanor or a refined temperament, it is worthy of being the first of the four gentlemen. Plum is cold beauty, chrysanthemum is harvest beauty, bamboo is perseverance beauty, and orchid is a kind of elegant beauty from the heart. Lan is not as expensive, approachable and indifferent as Mei. Orchids are not as vulgar, unrestrained and humble as chrysanthemums. Lan is not as fragile and silent as bamboo, like a person living in seclusion in a deep mountain. Orchids have the style of orchids, which is different from any plants. Combining rigidity with softness, it is elegant and lovely.

If Lan is compared to a person, he must be a gentleman and a promising young official. He must be handsome, generous, graceful and fluent. He must be honest and clean, and never be with dirty people. He must be clever, but determined. If something goes wrong, he will draw his sword to help.

I have never heard of a poem about Lan, and I think Lan is pure as water. If you compose Lan's style into a piece of music, it must be flowing, as beautiful as Chopin's waltz and the sound of nature.

Lan is my goal in life. I am a gentleman, generous and polite. Lan's personality, my personality.

The first thing is to write Article 5: "This smell should only be found in the sky, and it is rarely smelled on the earth." Ai Guo, my favorite snack, left me an endless aftertaste after eating it. Today is February 19. As the saying goes in Youxi, "On February 19th, Guanyin ate grass." Listening to this folk saying, I asked with questions: Why does mother want to eat Ai Guo? My mother took me to see the production process of Ai Ai without saying anything.

Mother went to the field before returning to wormwood. This kind of wormwood is pure natural. After going home to wash, my mother put wormwood in the pot and fried it for a while. She poured rice and fried wormwood into a stone mortar and stirred it. Dad, grandpa and great-grandfather picked up the wooden hammer together and started! Everyone took turns to get busy happily. It was not until the wormwood was completely integrated into the rice that my father put the beaten wormwood dough into an iron basin, moved it to the kitchen and pressed it with a mold engraved with the word "Xi". Clouds like elves turned into beautiful and charming wormwood dough. I asked my mother again, "Mom, why do you want to eat wormwood?" Why does the proverb say,' On February 19th, Guanyin ate grass'? "Mother replied," It is said that wormwood is the immortal grass of Guanyin. The reason why we eat wormwood is to thank the cows for their hard work and eat wormwood like Guanyin. ""oh. " I replied in confusion.

Then my mother put the dough into the mold and pressed it again, and these emeralds were ready. By this time, my mouth was watering and I wanted to rush over, but my mother immediately stopped me and said, "After a while, I can eat and fry for a while." With the sizzling of frying, pieces of golden mugwort emerged from the pot. I couldn't wait to pick up a piece and smell it. With the unique smell of wormwood, the smell of steam is fragrant and fragrant. As soon as I saw it, pieces of wormwood leaves were like pieces of green jade, which made me full of praise. Dip some sugar in your mouth. The color and taste of sugar and wormwood blend together, and the word' sweet' will always be sweet in your heart.

Grass smells good, rice smells good.

Seeing my classmate's dog talking and laughing with him after school every day reminds me of the time with Lulu's dog!

It was last summer vacation, my mother was cooking, and the puppy barked, so I let it out. He walked slowly to the river. At this time, Lulu, a fierce big German shepherd several times bigger than him, ran away, but was caught up by the dog. Lulu was bitten black and blue, and then went home despondently. I was playing downstairs and saw Lulu come back, still covered in injuries, distressed and curious, and asked, Why are you all hurt? Does it hurt? Where did you get hurt? Lulu was at a loss because of a series of problems. I tried to pick him up and go to the hospital, but he purred. I really can't bear it, so I put it down. I tried my best to get Lulu upstairs. Dad said he would take him to see a doctor, but Lulu couldn't move at all, so dad bought him some medicine.

After a few days, Lulu's injury healed, but her limbs could no longer move. I lay on Lulu's body and cried sadly. I thought Lulu couldn't stand up now, but after more than a month's hard work, he learned to walk for the second time in his life.

Lulu died later, but she will always be in my heart!

In the midsummer morning, a ray of warm sunshine slanted in from the window, shining the floor as if it had just been wiped. I opened the curtain, and the fragrance came to my nose, which filled my heart with joy and warmth.

The dazzling sunshine attracted the attention of several golden things, and I bent down to look. Sunflowers in the corner are swaying in the breeze and the sunshine is warm, as if to say hello to me.

I looked at them and my thoughts suddenly went back to one day a few months ago. Grandpa next door gave me a handful of sunflower seeds. I ran happily in the direction of my home. I accidentally fell and some seeds rolled into the corner. I didn't care at the time. I patted the soil on my body, found a beautiful flowerpot, carefully planted all the remaining seeds, and carefully watered and fertilized them. Time flies. However, the sunflowers I planted by myself did not germinate, but a few seeds that I forgot in the corner germinated, grew up slowly and blossomed in Huang Cancan. It grew so well that it gave me an unexpected surprise.

It's almost autumn, but the weather is getting hotter and hotter. I'm afraid of heat, but I can't stand it. In addition, I have just entered junior high school, and there are still many unsuitable places. Some classes are gradually unable to keep up with the progress of teachers. Time and time again, my grades have not improved, but have dropped a lot, which is undoubtedly worse for me and makes me disheartened. Why can I only look at flowers in other people's hands and listen to compliments? I want to give up, but I still can't make up my mind. When I came home with a very melancholy mood, I suddenly remembered those sunflowers in the corner. I thought their flowers and leaves would wither after being baked by such a hot sun, but the sunflower that caught my eye was no longer a flower in bud. They hold their heads high towards the sun, and the golden flowers are warm, unrestrained, gorgeous and brilliant. I stared at them, my depressed heart suddenly enlightened, and I was determined to face difficulties and adversity with enthusiasm and optimism like a sunflower, and forge ahead courageously towards my goal.

Although it is early autumn, the residual heat in late summer is still there. The golden flowers in full bloom in the corner are like a few small suns, transmitting full energy to me. Every time at this moment, I will be full of confidence, pick up books to overcome problems and never give up easily. Oh, the sunflower growing in the corner has become the most beautiful, dazzling and moving golden flower in my garden.

The first thing is to write article 8: Ancient and modern dreams. Have you ever had a dream, but there are old joys and new grievances.

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Many people say: the lotus is elegant, the autumn chrysanthemum is charming and the bamboo is tough. But I haven't heard much about epiphyllum, which is the most common.

According to legend, Epiphyllum was originally a fairy maiden in the sky, and was brought down by the Jade Emperor because she liked mortal Wei Tuo. There is only one hour of flowering in a day, and I am obsessed with epiphyllum. Calculate the time for Wei Tuo to fetch water from the mountain after supper every day. Therefore, there is a legend that "a flash in the pan is Wei Tuo".

I love epiphyllum, and I like the dreamlike epiphyllum dynasty. Love its color and appreciate its unique flavor.

Epiphyllum only blooms for one hour a day, but it is short and brilliant. Sui dynasty, epiphyllum dynasty, as prosperous as Tang dynasty, naturally lost its charm to Han Fu hundreds of years ago. But why can't it be recognized by most people? Once gorgeous, don't say everything is in vain. Some people have only written one novel in their lifetime, but they have left their names in the long river of history; Some people, worth hundreds of billions, end up with only half a lifetime of prosperity.

There is no doubt that it is no exaggeration to compare life to a flash in the pan. When I was a child, I was still a flower in bud. I don't know the world. I want to fly to the clouds to read books and see the vastness of the world. Youth is when flowers bloom and flowers fall, when the rain clears, clouds rise and fires rise, but the fly in the ointment is only short-lived. If you continue to move towards middle age, life and career will inevitably suffer setbacks. Epiphyllum is drooping on the surface, but if you persist in fighting for your ideals, you will achieve something and it will develop for a longer time.

Pine, bamboo and plum are long, but so are they. Epiphyllum is different. It is born short and is the glory of its own struggle. I don't want to be mediocre all my life, just want to add a touch of color to this society!