20 15 composition for senior high school entrance examination in Yushe

Spring is a green world. The grass is tender green and the trees are new green. In the spring breeze, in the sun, all the green is trembling, containing crystal green light. Everything is so fresh, quiet and poetic.

Summer is a red world. The flowers are red, the sun is red, and the butterfly on the little girl's head is red. All red is like a burning fire. Everything in the world is full of passionate emotions.

Autumn is a golden world, and golden leaves are flying in the air like dancing golden butterflies. In the field, the crops are ripe, and the harvesters rumble here, composing a golden symphony. Everything is so brilliant and dazzling.

Winter is a silver world, the sky is blue, the ground is silver, the snow is white and crystal clear. Silver is a beautiful and peaceful world.

All the year round, like an endless ribbon, spring is scary, autumn is brilliant, and winter is peaceful.

Half a yellow leaf falls, and I hear the sound of life withering. Yes, the geese flew south again, leaving only dead branches on the branches. The spring water gradually dried up and the chill came quietly. All this tells me that winter is coming.

In my opinion, winter is the least romantic season, especially in the south. It can't see the snow and ice in the north. There is no Wan Li desert in the west, and there is no sound at all. Winter in the south is always just a depressed color. It's freezing, but it doesn't bring a trace of moisture. The cold of soaking bone marrow seems to have taken away all the warmth of the body, leaving only a loose and cold substance stuffed between the chest and lungs. In such a season, people's thoughts will be frozen, and emotions and romance will be thrown out of the clouds in an instant. In this way,

Standing outdoors, taking a breath gently, a mass of white fog wrapped in a warm curl lifted off, stretched out in mid-air, and merged into the long-lost dry cold air. The hope that had just been ignited was shattered, quietly and quietly disappeared, as if it had never happened, and it was particularly wet in a trance. The paddle grew into a big tree, and in winter.