Yi na mo fen Fang composition

In real life or work and study, everyone has written a composition, so you must be familiar with all kinds of compositions. Composition is the transition from internal speech to external speech, that is, from a compressed and concise language that you can understand to a developed and standardized grammatical structure that others can understand. So have you ever studied composition? The following is a fragrant composition that I helped you organize. I hope it will help you.

Rain has been praised by literati since ancient times. Me too, just because I saw the fragrance in the rain.

Outside the window, it drips and weaves into a huge silver net. It is also naughty in spring. Thunder and rain dance in the boundless night sky. Listening to this symphony, the "babies" in the underground seem to be unable to help but want to watch the moving and wonderful dance and vent their long-standing essence. Finally, they succeeded in breaking through the ground. Although they regret not seeing the wonderful dance, they are also surprised by this fantastic world. Seeing this scene, I can't help smiling and surprised at the beauty of life.

The rain on the roof is ticking, and I am very happy, because the rainstorm is coming. At this time, in a small pond in the distance, a lotus covered with mud is also looking forward to this rainstorm like me. The thunder sounded and the rain was not to be outdone. In this way, the two sides "had a big fight." Lotus tried to look up, and the rain beat her whole body, but she was ecstatic and danced. Every time the rain washes away, it will take away a piece of silt, and her real body will appear at this moment. Green and red complement each other, such as "the lotus leaf is infinitely green the next day, and the lotus flower is of different colors the next day". Perhaps it was this rainstorm that shed her ugly shell and forced out her beautiful body. "Straight through the outside, not crawling, the fragrance is far and clear, graceful and pure" is what the world sees, and "out of the mud without dyeing, clear without demon" is equally valuable.

Winter rain seems to come late every time, with a light snow, * * * played a white dance banquet. Just as people were admiring these beautiful and flawless elves, a little red suddenly appeared, even if it was covered with heavy rain and snow, it could not hide its fragrance. I am deeply surprised that this thing appeared at this time. I'm glad it smells good. Its fragrance is as pure as this snow. I also understand the profound meaning of "plum blossom fragrance comes from bitter cold"

I like the smell of bamboo shoots after the spring rain, the smell of lotus flowers spitting mud after the rain in Xia Na, the smell of plum blossoms standing in the snow, and the smell of rain that composes the song of life.

That fragrant composition 2 In May, I wrote a beautiful poem with a touch of lush green, planted a piece of green hope in a half-acre flower field, and left a piece of fragrance of years. When you pass by, it must be full of fragrance and green.

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Standing in the shallow summer of May, quietly looking around, the flowers in the forest have faded into spring, and spring is gradually drifting away. But when I met that green bend, it was still like walking in the spring breeze. Green, the background of life, is also the color of nature. It is beautiful when flowers bloom, and green has always been full of vitality, vitality and poetry.

Love that touch of green, staring at the place, it is infinite reverie, relaxed and happy, with irresistible charm.

Like a person, go for a walk quietly. I like to see the blue sky, the long clouds and the boundless sky, which always give me endless reverie. Like clumps of green plants, seeing them will always arouse my inner softness, refreshing and pleasing to the eye.

If there is one color that is pleasing to the eye, it is green. Red gives people the appeal of passion, white gives people holiness and innocence, gray gives people calmness and melancholy, and black gives people indifference and depression. I only like green, not only because it is a symbol of life, gives people fresh and comfortable, contains infinite vitality, but also the only color that can calm people down.

Walking on a country road, I will always look at the green leaves. Lush green trees on both sides of the road, endless green waves rippling in the fields, my heart has long been full of this green, full of joy.

In the early morning of shallow summer, the running water is still lingering. In lakeside park surrounded by green willows, I met that touch of green, so we met warmly, and my eyes were beating with unspeakable joy.

There is an endless stream of people doing morning exercises, some are walking, some are doing exercises, some are practicing Tai Ji Chuan, and there are several old people, flying flowers and walking swords like water. Melodious music, floating in the wind, makes your mood more and more refreshing and your steps more and more light.

There is a song floating over. On the pavilion near the water, several old people, one of whom was a white-haired old lady, were facing the microphone, and their voices were very loud, which caught my attention. "Let's paddle. The boat pushes away the waves, and the beautiful white tower is reflected on the sea, surrounded by green trees and red walls. The boat floated gently in the water, and there was a cool breeze blowing head-on. "

Singing brought me back to that youthful age full of dreams and innocence. At that time, studying in that small town, a group of us often came to Weishan Lake, swinging blue waves, the wind blowing our clothes, and laughter rippling on the green lake for a long time. Now, I recall that lush years, just like the wind blowing through fallen leaves, silent, a grand flower of youth, hastily buried in the autumn wind.

Standing on the threshold of time, looking from a distance, when the years pass like the wind, there are always a few rich colors, which are unforgettable on the picture scroll of memory, and there are always several moving scenery that are fragrant for a long time on the path full of flowers. There is wind, rain, sunshine, flowers, tears and hesitation. When all the wind and smoke are gone, time gives you beautiful thoughts.

Stepping on the green lawn, looking at the beautiful reflection in a curved clear water, there are several blooming wild flowers on the roadside, which are fragrant in the morning glow. The green eyes at this time are clearly those quiet and beautiful times that have gone away, full of beauty and full of life power. No matter how long time has passed, it is still on the title page of the book, flourishing and lush, becoming a green poem.

How many spring, summer, autumn and winter, how many bells and drums, the glitz of the world has blurred our vision, and we can't stop busy with the green footsteps. In the silent and colorless time, I had to give in to fate, so I became a slave to the years. Running around all day, and a tired heart, it is rare to be quiet and peaceful for a moment.

At this moment, I just want to sit quietly in a quiet green, shake hands with the breeze and embrace time. In summer, I gently mention the green radish, enjoy the green of life, breathe the fragrance of green, and the wind in May blows through the branches, blooming intoxicating lush. Picking a green dewdrop will make you feel a breath of spring in your heart.

May, pale green, wrote a beautiful poem, half an acre of flower fields planted green hope, leaving the fragrance of the years. When you pass by, it must be full of fragrance and green.

Grandma has a lilac tree with beautiful flowers. Small purple stamens are full of fragrance and dew, standing there quietly, or listening to the wind, or singing with the running water, like a transparent starlight, spotless.

Time lingers, white clouds wander, and the afternoon is silent. Grandma wrapped my tender little hand in her big, thick palm and led me to listen to the sound of flowers blooming and falling. Grandmother wears the jewels of Lotus Sutra, smoked with ancient sandalwood, and mixed with gentle and elegant flowers.

"Everything is illusory. If you see a different phase, you will see the Tathagata. " I recited a Buddhist saying from grandma's trembling lips. At this time, grandma's hands are particularly warm, warmer than the sunshine of Purdue, which is particularly warm to me, just like the moon of Shu Yunlang.

We sat under the lilac tree with our feet on the soft soil. My grandmother showed me the moon, the sun and the stars, the moon and the wind, and everything was wonderful. Grandma is like a skilled dough mixer. A dough is filled with all kinds of interesting or sad fillings, which are constantly rounded, enlarged and shaped bit by bit. Although the sparrow is small and complete, I learn, feel and grow from her.

The world my grandmother showed me is extremely delicate and warm, small and wide, micro and concrete, and it is an interpretation of the pocket world of mortals. Broader than darkness, the line of sight is stranded and there is no end in sight. Unconsciously, lilacs fell on the shoulders, enough to build a sea of flowers, penetrating the various Lv Yun and clouds.

We are still under the lilac tree, as if we have seen all over the world. The spiritual root of Dahui is like the bud of Yulu, transparent and fresh.

I once imagined that my grandmother was the incarnation of Bodhi Bao, which could not only take away the glitz of the years, but also release the wisdom of all things for my half-realization. Her heart of nirvana brushed away the heavy veil in my heart. Look at this world of mortals praying for Chang 'an for a long time. The buried "truth" and "phase" flow with the Shahe River of history, and the magnificent shadow is lost in the Milky Way. Thousands of embryonic souls are struggling in the mortal world, as if looking for the original in layers of embellishment.

Lilacs slipped off their shoulders, fell into the mud pond, and floated in the blue sky and white clouds with virtual shadows. Grandma's words stopped. Look me in the eye with great kindness. I'm like a big dream. After my heart is cleaned, the flowing water in Woye is endless, and the nose is full of lavender flowers.

Now, I stand under this lilac tree, even if the flowers bloom brilliantly, I can't turn over the vicissitudes of life. I spent an afternoon alone, and then I was amazed all my childhood. The floating dust has fallen, and the endless fire has become nothing.

Those companions, those earnest teachings, are pearls of concern and expectation, locked in a small black box and hidden behind a touch of love. Things are gone, leaving a place to think, isn't it a bitter torture?

The bright and long years have turned into bitter tears, and no amount of thoughts can rival the reincarnation of the four seasons. Bitter tears moisten this land, and it has become a flowing river somewhere, engraved on the bottom of the river bed with the gentlest branding method. Your name has never stopped thinking about eulogy, from blooming flowers to dead trees and snow.

Lilacs bloom year after year, and those are gentle people who are willing to throw them into the stream of life, hoping, remembering and remembering again.

Everything in the world has a spirit. People often compare ancient literati with modern literati.

There is an inherent saying in plum blossom, "How can you get fragrant plum blossom without freezing to the bone?" It is compared to a persevering person. Orchids are also called "gentlemen in flowers", and people with down-to-earth personality are compared to orchids.

In my heart, there is always a person who can be called "out of the mud but not stained".

His heart is attached to this country. Even after being vilified and exiled, he still didn't give up. Only in this way can he be called noble and broad-minded. He is Qu Yuan.

Qu Yuan was diligent and studious since childhood, but he became more concerned about his country and people when he grew up. At the age of 26, he served as a left-handed doctor of Chu State in Korea. In this way, he was slandered by the nobles in the DPRK, and the king of Chu alienated Qu Yuan after listening to the slanderers. However, Qu Yuan still cherished the world, and was vilified by the nobles before he was exiled to Hanbei and Yuanxiang Valley.

After being slandered, the king of Chu exiled him. At this time, Qu Yuan must have hated the king of Chu on the whiteboard, because the king of Chu left the country like this, but he was helpless in every way, so he wrote Li Sao.

After exile, Qu Yuan still cared about the world, but lost his original strength.

It is such a person who left a mark on my heart, as if breaking through the imprisonment of the times and coming to my side.

I think there is a flower in everyone's heart, but some people are beautiful on the surface, but they are actually vicious. Zheng Xiu is the man with a bright appearance and a vicious heart who colluded with Shanxi merchants to frame Qu Yuan.

Qu Yuan has a "lotus in the water" in his heart, which has the feeling of "emerging from the mud without being stained, bright without being demon".

The lotus fragrance in Qu Yuan's heart has been circulating since ancient times, even after Qu Yuan threw himself into the river.

The old flower cat walked through the shade of the tree, and the soft quilt was soaked by the sun. Grandpa's radio is next to a cup of bitter tea, and grandma is looking for her reading glasses. There are ripe rice in the room, and the fence outside the window is full of roses. The days are steady and leisurely day by day.

That summer night in my childhood, I was lying on a wooden stool, listening to my grandmother's story and falling to the ground laughing. So I climbed the wooden square table, turned over gently under the starry sky, and talked to the twinkling stars, slightly and sweetly.

Once upon a time, there was a neighbor who was a cross-eyed carpenter. Children liked to watch him work, watch him squint at Mo Dou, and gently mark on smooth wood. He is making a big chair with carved flowers, sawing with a chisel, sawdust flying, elegant curling, snowflakes falling down a beautiful thought. After squatting for a long time, my legs were numb, so I went out for two laps. When he came back, he was still focused and motionless. And the square long batten is gradually rippling with smart waves. Magpies climb branches, branches and vines are intertwined, just like a lingering boudoir.

I remember he once told me that adding sawdust to the stove would make the food more delicious. I sneaked into his kitchen in disbelief and found that it was just a lonely old stove. A pot, a shovel, a few cucumbers and the sound of water dripping are like a thousand-year dream. There are some charred wood lying in the furnace, which exudes the unique hot and slight fragrance of wood.

So tight, so broken, is that how he found the secret on the stove? He shook the sawdust off his body and replied, "I will forget the time for eating for three days." How can I have time to install these advanced gadgets, or the work at hand is the most important, just like these wood ... "

It's enough just to be like these logs.

Infinitely withered seedlings wither, and the leisurely place is a strange peak. We grew up in this world. I don't know when it started, but we quickened our pace and began to doubt the definition of time. I don't know when it started. People learned to run fast and began to forget their original dreams. I was also surprised by several chisels, saws, axes and wood in his house. Now that I think about it, I think I have the answer. Mountains and rivers will be weathered, handwriting will be blurred and bricks will corrode. A hundred years later, except the wind, we are all as early as quicksand and scattered in the wind. Only simple dreams can tell the truth of life. What the hell am I doing? Are you beating your chest for your academic performance, or are you worrying about the little things in life? Sometimes a little simpler, a little purer, and sticking to your original heart are the most beautiful words, which add luster to your life that you should have dressed up, and also enrich and dry up your mind.

If the heart is simple, the direction is like Zen; Time goes by, things are different. Quietly enjoy the flashing fluorescence on the road to growth, and keep your simple happiness and dreams.

I imagined that in those days when I couldn't see him, he sat in a humble hut, sitting from noon to dusk with simple tools and his favorite wood.

Maybe, or I'm sure, he will squint at Mo Dou all his life, maintaining his inner scale. In this way, the plain life has become so fragrant.

That faint scent composition 6 dares to ask where the road is? The road is under your feet. A classic lyric in The Journey to the West is similar to what Mencius said: "The Tao is near you, but it is far away." In fact, every good thing in life is often hidden in the nearest place.

Therefore, in the journey of life, please pay attention to a touch of fragrance under your feet. Truth and opportunity are actually between gestures.

Life is a process of seeking truth, dreams and all good things. In the process of searching, people often follow a big direction and often ignore the beauty around them. When you run far away, you will turn back occasionally, but you will find that the road is full of thorns. In fact, the grass is fragrant, but you pass them again and again, which means "suddenly looking back, that person is in the dim light."

So, please pay attention to the fragrance under your feet, and you will find beauty everywhere in your life.

It is the wisdom of the wise to pay attention to the fragrance under your feet. Mr Ji Xianlin once called old age "youth" of discovery. He said: "I have lived for most of my life. When I was young, I was eager for quick success, but I didn't have the value of live high. I didn't realize the beauty of the world until I was old. When I was old, I could better capture the beauty of life. " Mr. Ji's words summed up many people's lives. Nowadays, people are in a materialistic society, and it is almost impossible to keep their true colors. Contemporary people are addicted to virtual worlds or muddling along all day. It is in this environment that we need to explore the beauty of life, pay attention to every detail and the fragrance under our feet, so as to better understand the beauty of life.

Pay attention to a touch of fragrance under your feet, which is the calmness of the benevolent. "The wise move, the benevolent is quiet." Find the way around you. It also needs the calmness of the benevolent. "The wind won't end in the morning, and the shower won't last all day." Everything has its own law of development. If you are eager for quick success and instant benefit and ignore the beauty in front of you, you will only accomplish nothing. Going forward like a storm will certainly make you succeed temporarily, but only by being good at finding beautiful people around you step by step can you reach the other side of success.

Pay attention to the touch of Fangfang under your feet, which is the sensitivity of the strong. Looking forward to the distance, it is better to be yourself on the ground. Cao Yuan, a teenager in China, became famous after discovering the superconductivity of graphene. The reason is that he found details that others ignored. Details determine success. Only by fully discovering the beauty around us can we be fully prepared for distant exploration.

Please pay attention to the fragrance under your feet, but print it step by step. Only in this way can you "one day, I will ride the wind and waves, sail straight up and cross the deep sea".

May you and I pay attention to the fragrance under your feet, and believe that after you walk through the dead sail. There will always be the joy of hanging Yun Fan directly!

That touch of fragrance composition 7 Spring girl wore a beautiful dress, walked lightly and came to the world with big bags of gifts. She brought a magical little flower basket, sprinkled colorful flowers on the earth, and hid a touch of early spring fragrance in a white bud. That touch of fragrance, not as strong as roses, not as rich as peony flowers, not as attractive as epiphyllum. She just smiled silently, emitting a faint fragrance and reporting the news of spring to people. She lives in a tree. From a distance, she looks like a white dove on a branch, which makes you want to get close to her. A closer look shows that each white flower has its own posture. Some are covered with flowers and bones, sleeping sweetly on the branches like little babies, dreaming extremely happy dreams; The budding bud is like a shy girl, covered with a white veil and unwilling to show her true colors; Some put on white elegant princess skirts, and when the wind blows, they dance beautifully; There are also a few smiling faces that bloom, revealing a pale yellow stamen, emitting a faint fragrance. Petals are like handfuls of small spoons, giving people fragrance. I seem to have become a flower in fragrance, wearing white clothes and standing on a tree. A gust of wind blew and I started dancing. All the flowers woke up and danced with me.

After the wind passed, I stopped dancing and stood there quietly. A beautiful and elegant butterfly stood on the petals and flapped its wings gently. Bees also join in the fun, greedily sucking nectar. It took me a long time to react. I'm not her, I admire her. She is not only beautiful, but also a good teacher. Walking on the road, my mother's disappointed eyes appeared in my mind. It's cloudy and birds are buzzing in the trees. A faint fragrance of flowers wafted into my nose. I looked for her and saw her at first sight. The weather is not very warm, but she is proudly blooming in the wind, and the flowers are trying to show their different beauty. I stood under the tree, took a deep breath and smelled the fragrance, as if telling me: how can I see the rainbow without experiencing wind and rain? In learning, only by occasionally tasting the taste of failure can we force ourselves to make further progress. I'm ready to go, and I'm going forward bravely. The sunshine chased the white clouds, played under the blue sky and cast her shadow on the playground. The students went straight to the tree, holding books, swimming in the ocean of knowledge, and when they were tired, they took a nap under the tree. Naughty wind girl, scratching her feet, scared the petals to flee, fell on her classmates, picked them up and put them in the book. I reached out and grabbed a petal, held it to my nose, took a deep breath, and a faint fragrance of flowers was refreshing.

Listen, here she comes again-it's magnolia!

I had to go to my aunt's house last winter vacation because my parents were on a business trip. Aunt is busy at work, so I'm the only one left at home.

I walked alone in a flat and wide alley, and there was no one around. Everyone is busy going home for the Spring Festival. The silence around makes people feel lonely, only the sound of cars whistling in the distance can be heard. It's really boring

"Sugar-coated haws, sell sugar-coated haws." In the distance, a middle-aged man's warm and loud voice broke the silence around him. I followed the sound and found him. He is wearing a pair of big cotton shoes, a big black cotton-padded jacket and a pair of black trousers. He wore a pair of big gloves and wrapped himself up. Only one face is exposed, but his eyes are full of spirit. The candied haws in his hand are red, wrapped in sugar, shining in the sun, jumping on them like red elves.

He looked at me with those sacred eyes. Said, "Little girl, buy candied haws." I nodded hard and pointed to the biggest string. He took it down and handed it to me. I felt in my pocket and found that I had no money with me. I bowed my head in embarrassment and dared not look him in the eye. He seemed to guess my idea and said, "Then you can have the candied haws!" " I looked at him with grateful eyes, but I was a little embarrassed. "In addition to loneliness, I don't lack anything. My wife left early, and my sons are all away. How about you sing me a song as a reward? " I smiled happily, humming a song in my mouth and looking at his happy smiling face.

The afternoon sunshine shines comfortably and warmly in the alley and kindly on the face of the uncle who sells candied haws, adding a touch of warmth to this quiet alley. I tasted the sweet Sugar-Coated Berry in my mouth, and a fragrance flowed into my heart. That afternoon fragrance, full of warmth.