A 500-word essay on the story that took place in which season

『一』 The story of what season 600 words essay

The story of spring

In the blink of an eye, the new year is here again. With the footsteps of spring, the ice and snow on the mountains melt, and the fish in the river welcome the arrival of spring with a completely new look. The sound of "ding-ding-dong-dong" flowing water is the happy song carefully played by the fish. Listen carefully, it's like a song from the mountains and flowing water. The willow trees on the river bank can't wait to put on new clothes because of the arrival of spring. Baby Willow Leaf is wearing a bright green skirt, with a graceful figure, and dances the "welcome dance" wholeheartedly with the most graceful dancing posture. Look! The grass that had been sleeping in the ground all winter, when it heard the footsteps of Sister Chun's arrival, happily stuck out its head, stretched a little, and watched the willow tree's welcoming dance intently. It felt that all this... So beautiful and beautiful, I have never seen it before. The breeze blows, and the scenery on campus becomes more beautiful. All the beautiful scenery seems to have been deliberately painted by someone, but all of it is a proud masterpiece of nature, which is amazing. No one would have thought that nature is so powerful. With a flick of its magic pen, the world becomes colorful. When Miss Chun saw that the flowers in the campus flower bed were still intoxicated in their sweet dreams, she smiled sweetly and whispered in the ears of the flowers: "Little naughty boy, you won't get up even if I'm here." Then she spoke with her little cherry mouth , blow gently, wow! The flower bed suddenly became colorful, and the flowers woke up. Seeing that the spring girl had arrived, they shook their bodies, and their cheerful laughter sounded crisp and sweet in the breeze. Ah, the footsteps of spring make the campus perfect, what a wonderful workmanship! As we walked along the path, the lawns were already green and covered with colorful wild flowers. Looking around, it was so beautiful! ! In the blink of an eye, the spring rain has been falling down, so softly, so silently. Looking around, it looks like a huge bead curtain covering the earth like smoke. The raindrops fell on the beautiful wild flowers, and the small water drops rolled on the petals, like shining, crystal-clear pearls. The rain stopped, and then the wind came, blowing the grass, and the water droplets rolled to the ground one after another with the blowing of the wind, making a rustling sound, like a "salsa song" coming to the field, full of vitality and straw. It kept swaying, everything was so beautiful. Ah, spring! You are a magical magician who moisturizes the dry earth with the misty spring rain; you are an excellent painter who makes the withered trees and grass turn green under your brush; you are a famous painter. Calligrapher, everything appears extremely clear under your pen; you are also a musician, using your dexterous hands to stir people's heartstrings and make beautiful hopes sprout in people's hearts. Spring is the occasion of the year, Work hard at everything you do. Ah, how beautiful spring is, I love spring! Beautiful Spring

"II" A 500-word essay on when it happened

This is an unforgettable National Day, and no earth-shattering events have happened. But many small things happened around me, they were all so ordinary and ordinary, and they all left a deep impression on me and left me with endless aftertaste. Please take a look at the following shots: |||Scene 1 In Boku Bookstore, I am reading a book attentively. There was a girl crying not far from me, and I was about to ask her what was going on. A kind-hearted aunt rushed over to her and asked her what was wrong! She said that her mother had left her reading here for a long time and had not come to pick her up yet. She wanted to go home. So, the aunt dialed her mother's number, and after a while, the girl's mother came. The little girl stopped crying and went home happily with her mother. The kind aunt smiled and A continued to read. Scene 2 A looks at this, I think this aunt must be a good person who is willing to help others. After thinking about it, we were almost at the Civic Center, because the road section in the Civic Center was under repair. There is still some distance from the Civic Center building, and you have to cross a road in the middle to get there. There are no traffic lights here, so it is dangerous to cross. At this moment, a group of us all crossed the road. Only a playful little boy did not come over. Seeing that the car was coming, he was still looking around. He was not anxious at all, but his mother was very anxious. . At that moment, in a quick step, a big brother carrying a bag ran over like lightning and hugged him in his arms. A false alarm escaped. What was left was a warm round of applause.

|||Scene 3: 782 is the bus to Linping South Station. It’s four o’clock in the afternoon. It’s the most crowded bus going home. Fortunately, we took the bus from the terminal station and there were still seats. The car started, and after several stops, the carriage was almost full of people. "Stop!" The car came up and an aunt holding a baby came up, holding a small bag in her hand. The car started to move. The baby swayed back and forth with the car and there were so many people in the car, so she immediately started crying. At this time, an uncle calmly stood up and said, "Here, there is a seat here." The aunt sat up and said, "Thank you!" The baby fell asleep in the aunt's arms, and slept very soundly. The fragrance is very fragrant. I think we are not just these, but many, many more... Every love as long as we move our hands or mouth a little, will make the people around us extremely happy. Take action! Love is at our feet and around us. On a day when sweet-scented osmanthus is fragrant, let love also be fragrant!

『三』The title is a story composition of that season. 500 words, smooth sentences, and some rhetorical techniques. Thank you!

Outside the window, the tail of lightning left a deep trace in the dark clouds, the sky was torn, and *** the naked world was left with only endless haze. , the raindrops carrying despair and loneliness hit coldly on the unshielded life. The fallen flowers on the ground were crushed by raindrops, and the leaves on the branches struggled painfully in the wind. I could only hear thunder laughing at the weakness of life... When I opened my eyes again, the heavy rain had passed. There is a pleasant smell in the air. The dew-covered leaves are plated with gold in the sun, smiling innocently in the arms of the wind. The fragments of sunshine leave a whisper in the green shade: I believe. , there is always a season that belongs to me.

I don’t know who opened the music box of memory. The footprints of growth still remain deep and shallow on the beach of the past. The memory drawn by a melodious melody is slowly flattened... .

The worries on the desk are piled up like homework, and the pen in my hand is still writing something tirelessly. The emptiness and self-blame in my heart blur everything in front of me, and sadness like falling cherry blossoms is flying in my heart. He lowered his head and gritted his teeth, determined not to let the tears of wanting to give up because of failure fall on his firm belief. He quietly raised his head and gave the sky in front of him a confident smile. I picked up the pen, prepared to fight hard, and started a new round of competition. The dewdrops on the leaves also looked at me, shining with crystal light, recording this growth.

I believe that there will always be a season for me, a harvest season.

『四』A 450-word essay on seasons and stories, what stories happened in that season.

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Miss Chun carries life and hope, Come to the world with light steps. She jumped over mountains and flew over rivers, she worked hard! But she didn't rest for a moment and couldn't wait to come to our campus.

Look, the campus is full of the breath and vitality of spring; Spring. The slightly chilly spring breeze awakened all sleeping things and made countless little creatures open their sleepy eyes. Look, the grass on the ground opened its eyes, secretly drilled its little head out of the ground, and looked curiously at this glorious spring. It is like an ingenious textile expert who uses his own bits of green and relies on collective strength to weave green carpets. The flowers in the flower bed are vying for beauty. You don’t let me, and I don’t let you. They bloom and cluster together. One piece of red, one piece of yellow, one piece of purple, one piece of rose... Blossoming flowers are bathed in the warm sunshine of spring and bloom one after another. The little bird on the branch relaxed its throat and sang a sweet song happily. The little tree also woke up from hibernation, put on beautiful green clothes, sprouted branches and leaves, standing there like a guard, guarding our campus. At this time, the entire campus seemed to be covered with a layer of green gauze by the spring girl.

Especially the peach tree in front of the teaching building has many bright peach blossoms. They are like shy beauties, with pink rouge faces and golden stamens, exuding bursts of light fragrance, attracting many hard-working bees and playing butterflies. Those budding peach blossom buds covered their faces tightly with their bodies, not daring to show their faces, spreading a fragrance all over the campus, making people forget to leave.

No, the lilacs next to the teaching building are also in full bloom. They are all small and exquisite, posing gracefully, like delicate and beautiful beauties in purple. They are so cute. They are all dressed up and come to participate in this spring feast.

In the morning, the students all came to school early to do various sports and exercise on the playground. The bursts of laughter and laughter shook the dew off the branches. In the classroom, the lights were bright, and the sound of reading awakened Father Sun. He looked at the vibrant campus with a smile, spreading the warm sunshine to every corner of the campus. It's so warm that it makes people want to sleep. No wonder the poet Li Bai said the poem "Spring sleeps without waking up"!

As the saying goes, "A year's plan begins in spring, and a day's plan begins in the morning." I will study hard in this beautiful morning. I am intoxicated in this picturesque spring scenery, as if I have turned into a grass or a small flower in the colorful spring. Under the hard cultivation of the gardener, it is growing happily and healthily, bringing the beauty of the motherland to the world. The spring decoration is more beautiful and lovely

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"Wu" What? A 600-word essay on the story of seasons

The Story of Autumn

I don’t know how many people like autumn, but I am the heroine in autumn.

Autumn is a beautiful fairy tale. Autumn in the south has always been a harvest season, and all the days and nights are spent in people’s laughter; however, autumn in the north is also a season of harvest. Many tourists are attracted to this place with the beauty of red maples... The seasons in the west rotate around, and in a blink of an eye, the fairy tales of this season are coming home again...

Ever since I was a child, I have always thought about such a beautiful autumn fairy tale: One morning in autumn, I came to Beijing’s Xiangshan Park holding a small umbrella, with refreshing autumn wind blowing behind me from time to time. Fallen leaves were stepping on my feet, and I walked step by step. Step by step closer to the maple tree. Suddenly, a very cute little squirrel jumped on my shoulder and licked my face with its small mouth. I picked up a pine nut from the ground. The little squirrel held it tightly in its hands, while I leaned under the maple tree. Sung a song quietly. At this time, the peacock opened its tail, the birds were also dubbing for me, and the little squirrels danced on the ground... Suddenly, it started to drizzle, and I hurriedly opened the little umbrella in my hand and talked with the little squirrels. The squirrels hid under the maple trees. After a while, the rain stopped and the sun slowly climbed up from behind the mountain. I walked out from under the maple tree and shook the dew on my small umbrella. A little squirrel jumped on a tree and sang loudly. They were pouring out their feelings after taking a bath. The sun rose higher and higher, and I saw the crystal clear and sparkling small water drops on the maple leaves.

I came to a poetic orchard again. Fruits of all sizes were hung on the trees like lanterns. The farmers each took a basket and carefully put the ripe fruits in. I picked them up from the tree. I picked one and put it in my mouth. It was so sweet! A gush of cool juice seeped into my throat. The taste, hey! I can’t put it into words... I held those fruits and ate them while walking. Seeing a small river in the distance, I ran over. The river water is crystal clear, and small fish are playing in the water and making waves. There was a piece of green grass beside the river. I lay on it and looked at the clear sky and long white clouds. I slowly closed my eyes. When I woke up, the setting sun had kissed the western mountains, and the sound of the red dove brought my heart back...

I held a small umbrella and turned around a few times, bringing back I am full of joy!

I don’t know if there will be such an autumn, and I don’t know if I can have this beautiful story. However, there will always be a corner in my heart that stores this A wonderful story. I hope that one day I can truly be the heroine of autumn! cps5

"Lu" A story about a season 400 and

A happy story

One day at noon, when my parents were not at home, my sister and I sang "Empty City Strategy" with our stomachs growling.

We started looking for food, and I saw a box of apples. I had an idea and said to my sister, "Shall we eat fried apples?" My sister nodded. I picked up a big apple, found a utility knife and started peeling it. I squeezed the big apple hard, but I couldn't hold the utility knife firmly, and it took all my strength to finish peeling it. Then I started shredding.

But the small hole for cutting the thread with the tool knife quickly got clogged, and I couldn't fix it no matter what. I was so angry that I suddenly saw the faucet and got into trouble. I turned on the faucet and rinsed the holes with water, and all the apple shreds were washed out by the water. Very good! I happily continued to shred the apples. The silk was soon cut. What ingredients should be added? I remembered that my mother often used cornstarch and sugar when cooking, so I added brown sugar and cornstarch, picked up my chopsticks, and started stirring happily.

I started cooking. I turned on the gas stove and poured some oil into the pot. I only heard a "sizzling" sound. Steam came out of the pot and the oil jumped around. Ah, I My arm was hit by the "missile". I quickly opened the faucet and washed the "missile" away. Then I poured in shredded apples. Before I could react, the "missiles" flew even harder. At least five or six of them flew towards me. I dodged left and right, but I couldn't escape the attacks of these "missiles". . Ah, my arm was hit by a "missile" again. I hurriedly opened the faucet to rinse, and then quickly stir-fried with a shovel. After a while, the apple shreds slowly became soft. I turned down the fire. After a while, the apple shreds turned from light yellow to golden yellow, and the cornstarch also turned transparent. It stuck to the apple shreds and formed a soft ball, which was mushy like rice and emitted A tantalizing aroma. I kept stir-frying, once, twice, three times... I felt it should be ready, so I took it out of the pot and put it on a plate.

My sister couldn’t wait to pick up a small ball with chopsticks and ate it. Suddenly she shouted excitedly: “Wow! It’s so delicious!” I quickly picked up a small ball and put it in my mouth. It felt delicious. Sweet and soft. "It's so delicious! It worked!" I jumped up with joy.

This is the happiest thing for me, because this is the first time I learned to cook, and I also successfully made a delicious dish with apples: "Golden Rice".

A sad story

There are so many sad things in my life, just like tens of thousands of shells on the beach, endless as far as the eye can see, but now, I have to choose the most beautiful one A shell for you.

I remember it was a sunny morning, but I was not happy at all, because my seven-year-old pet dog died. It was very well-behaved and obedient.

That time we went to play at my grandma’s house in the countryside. There was a ball of fluffy balls in the car. Haha, that was my little pet dog. It has a nice and famous name: Coca-Cola , it is a bit like a lady, but also like a gentleman. It always holds its head high and seems to be arrogant. Once there, Coca-Cola immediately started playing with its good friend, the rabbit Xiaomi. They had so much fun! As he was about to go home, he saw the little pet dog Coca-Cola staring at the little rabbit Mi Li with affectionate eyes, and Xiao Mi Li also looked at it, as if to say: "Welcome to come again next time"!

After that, we got into the car one after another and drove for about ten minutes. About twenty or thirty meters away from home, Coca-Cola started to behave very abnormally: it jerked its legs. He kicked and jumped to the top of the window. When his mother instantly realized that Coca-Cola was about to jump, it was already too late. Coca-Cola jumped under the car. Just when it was at a loss, a speeding car was too fast and had no time to brake. , actually hit it. The tragic thing finally happened. When we all hurriedly got out of the car and came to it, it was sobbing and looking at us. The painful expression made your heart feel like a knife! You know, it had a baby dog ??in its belly at that time. I saw how sad it was in its dying struggle. I was so sad! I cried and asked my father to send Xiao Keke to the hospital quickly. However, due to the serious injury, Coke closed his eyes in pain within a few minutes.

I held the bruised and lifeless little Coke in distress, with tears on my face...

A 500-word composition on "Qi" Seasonal Story

Winter is here in a blink of an eye, and everything seems so quiet. I like this season. I don’t know when, I started to like winter. Maybe when I was young I wanted to feel safe. Whenever the north wind blows late at night, I lie in bed, covered with a thick quilt, quietly listening to the sound of the cold wind ruffling the window paper, closing my eyes and enjoying the warm feeling. This is what I do during the year. The most comfortable time.

As I grow older, I never experience that feeling again. It slowly became distant and blurry. I just feel cold on winter nights. The cold wind seems to turn into thousands of steel needles, piercing into my pores and causing heartache.

At this time, what this season brings me is not joy, but the pain after losing joy. At this time, I am afraid of the silence and darkness of winter nights. I began to get tired of it and wanted to escape into the warm quilt of my childhood. But how is all this possible? The reality still has to be faced. The fear of the present makes me obsessed with memories of the past. The warmth of childhood has become my desire and yearning for tomorrow.

After losing the most beautiful feeling, of course I put my hope in finding it, so I gradually began to like to go out for a walk when the sun is shining and breathe fresh air. Spring is also beautiful, but there is always a touch of melancholy in my heart, and I always feel that there is something missing. Sometimes I myself feel unreasonable. Everyone likes spring, it’s colorful, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant. But I don't always think so. There is nothing good about the cold wind in winter, the bare branches, and the gray sky. Perhaps the only thing worth remembering is the flying snowflakes and the pure feeling after snow. But I just like the dark sky, the bare branches, and the biting cold wind. These can also be regarded as characteristics of winter. These make me feel like winter is like an old man, with the broad-mindedness that has gone through many vicissitudes of life. What's more important about liking winter is that the irreplaceable feeling of warmth has always attracted me, but I want to escape...

The feeling of reliving my childhood is the winter vacation of my freshman year. Going to college was the first time I traveled far away for a long time, and it was a gray day when I came home. After getting on the long-distance bus, I couldn't calm down. It's not an exaggeration to say that I felt like I was returning home. Morning and evening arrive, and the bus arrives at the station in the evening. It’s been a long time since we’ve seen the familiar streets, the familiar voices and smiles. Then you can get on the bus and go directly to your home... The trees on both sides of the road quickly moved behind the car. I opened the window and took a deep breath of cool air. It was refreshing. I don’t know when it started to rain lightly... Isn’t that the familiar river in front of me? I could vaguely see my home. I got off the car after the village. Carrying my luggage and walking in the alleys of the village, I still feel familiar, but a little dim and blurry. When I walked to the door and pushed them gently, my heart started beating fiercely again. When I saw my parents and sisters, my nose felt so sore that I almost shed tears. After not seeing each other for half a year, we naturally talked a lot. After dinner, our bodies warmed up, and we talked and laughed around the stove. My father cooked pears, apples, and burned chestnuts for us... talking and laughing until late at night. I lay on the bed and listened to the howling cold wind blowing the window paper outside the window, and it was pitch black all around. Slowly, I felt that warmth, which I had not seen for a long time...

I felt the feeling of childhood. More than ten years later, the feeling is still the same. The kind of warmth buried deep in my heart. I fell in love with winter again: the bare branches, the gray sky, the biting cold wind, the open-mindedness that has experienced vicissitudes of life, and the warmth radiated by that quilt...

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『8』A 500-word essay about the seasons in which place

Spring, summer, autumn and winter in my hometown

My hometown is a colorful and dazzling hometown. It is picturesque all year round and has pleasant scenery. It is a good place for us to live.

"The spring breeze can thaw, and the warmth encourages farming. The skirts waver slightly, and the flowers are sent to each other." The spring breeze blows, the ice and snow melt, and the wind is bright and sunny. It seems to urge people to farm faster and take advantage of the opportunity. The beautiful spring light sows the hope of a good harvest.

Summer is a scorching hot season. "The summer wind blows the grass and trees, and the vitality is rejoicing. Next to the small pond, the fragrance of lotus can be smelled across the bank." This poem expresses the enthusiasm of the summer wind. Under the blowing of the summer wind, the vegetation also grows very lush, and there is a vibrant scene everywhere. Standing by the pond. You will smell the fragrance of lotus flowers. The most moving thing is the summer night. Listen, there are beautiful and sweet music everywhere: the croaking of frogs, the squeaking of crickets, the chirping of cicadas, the buzzing of mosquitoes... It's like a symphony. What a wonderful night, the breeze blows, and the crops make rustling and rustling sounds, which is so melodious that people can't help but fall asleep early.

Autumn is a harvest season. "The autumn wind is mixed with the autumn rain, adding a bit of coolness to the night. There is a constant whistling sound, and the fallen leaves dance leisurely." The coolness of the autumn wind, mixed with the bursts of autumn rain, adds a little bit of coolness to the night. In the howling autumn wind, the fallen leaves slowly danced in the air and fell into the arms of Mother Earth.

Walking in the countryside in early autumn, with the autumn wind blowing on your face, stepping on the soft fallen leaves, and bathing in the golden sunset, it is so refreshing. What I like even more is the fruits of autumn. The apples are ripe, the oranges are ripe, and the persimmons are hanging all over the branches like small lanterns... The farmer uncle picked them one by one from the tree, put them in cartons, and transported them to the market to sell them at a good price. Back to The family lives happily.

The most unforgettable thing about winter is naturally the snow. When the snow falls, the sky seems to be filled with white catkins, flying all over the sky. We reach out our hands to catch it, and it melts in our little hands. The snow kept falling all night, and when daybreak came and I looked outside, I saw that the earth, distant mountains, houses, and trees had all turned white, and there was a world of pink and jade everywhere. As soon as we ran out of the door, we plunged into the vast white world, having snowball fights and making snowmen. The joyful shouts resounded over the village and resounded in our childhood memories.

My hometown is still a beautiful big garden. Peach blossoms, pear blossoms, and rapeseed flowers exude the brightness of spring, pomegranate flowers and lotus flowers embellish the heat of summer, strings of red and chrysanthemums exude the splendor of autumn, and white plum blossoms bloom with the spirit of winter. In spring, summer, autumn and winter, the flowers are blooming, the hometown is like a garden, a beautiful and rich hometown.

This is my beautiful and lovely hometown. I grew up in his arms and grew up happily. When I grow up, I will work hard to build her up and make her more beautiful and rich.