Spring Festival composition 300 words

It’s raining today, and the rain is shining brightly. I like the raindrops outside, because they are crystal clear, and every drop is like an elf. But my parents don’t let me go out, and I feel annoyed. . I like playing with the little raindrops very much. If I can go out, I will definitely jump with joy. I will touch them with my hands, sing and dance with them, I will definitely be very happy!

I am touched by the selfless dedication of the little raindrops. They help the farmers farm the land without asking for anything in return... How I wish I could become a little raindrop and go with them to irrigate the dry land. Water flowers, plants and trees, clean the air, and be nature's cleaner, making nature cleaner and more beautiful, and the air fresher. What you see through it is pure, for example, your pure heart!

I believe that I will become good friends with Xiao Yudian!

Little raindrop, I love you!

Snow

When winter comes, the white clouds turn into snowflakes and fly to the earth, floating down calmly and calmly. They fall quietly under the eaves, on branches, on the ground, and on people's clothes. At this time, it is no longer arrogant, but becomes approachable.

It’s snowing. Snowflakes were flying all over the sky. After a while, it turned into a silver world. The ground became a blanket of snow, the house was covered with cotton wool, the paulownia trees were covered with pear blossoms, and the cypress trees and bamboo branches were covered with snowballs and silver bars. Looking from a distance, at least, the jade trees and branches, the silver makeup and jade bricks, are full of poetry and painting. What a spotless city! The snow was flying and falling, just like someone accidentally broke the jade jar. The broken jade was flying, constantly changing its dance steps. After a while, the earth was covered with silver, and the dead trees turned into jade coral. The snow was falling heavily, as thick as goose feathers. They fall from the sky quietly and slowly, dotting everything, as if little angels have descended to earth. They covered the earth with a thick quilt and dressed the house in silver. The snow falls on the trees, in clusters, like the big tail of a squirrel, fluffy and heavy; it is even more beautiful on the road, like a long belt. When people step on it, it makes a rattling sound, as if it is playing. Playing a symphony. The snow is falling harder and harder, and the whole world becomes white. Houses, trees, fields, and mountains are all decked out in costumes.

With the arrival of snow, the children are excited, the streets are lively, and the snow has brought infinite vitality to the earth. Snow is beautiful both on the outside and on the inside! I love snow, I love this beautiful snow!

Looking and hoping, the east wind is coming and spring is approaching.

Everything looked like he had just woken up, and he opened his eyes happily. The mountains are moist, the water is rising, and the sun is blushing.

The grass secretly emerged from the soil, tender and green. In the garden and the fields, there are large areas full of them. Sit down, lie down, roll a few times, kick a few balls, race a few times, play hide-and-seek a few times. The wind is gentle and the grass is soft.

Peach trees, apricot trees, and pear trees, if you don’t let me, I won’t let you, they are all full of flowers. The red ones are like fire, the pink ones are like clouds, and the white ones are like snow. There is sweetness in the flowers; when you close your eyes, the village seems to be full of peaches, apricots, and pears.

Thousands of bees were buzzing under the flowers, and butterflies of all sizes were flying around. Wild flowers are everywhere: various kinds, with names and without names, scattered in the grass like eyes, like stars, and they are blinking.

"The willow wind does not blow cold on your face", not bad, like a mother's hand caressing you. The wind brought the smell of newly turned soil, mixed with the smell of green grass, and the fragrance of various flowers, all brewing in the slightly moist air. The birds settled their nests among the flowers and leaves, and became happy. They showed off their clear throats and sang melodious songs to their friends, in harmony with the gentle breeze and flowing water. The piccolo played by the shepherd boy on the cow's back was also ringing loudly all day long.

Rain is the most common, lasting for three or two days at a time. Don't be upset. Look, it looks like cow hair, like flower needles, like fine threads, densely woven diagonally, and there is a thin layer of smoke covering the roof of the house. The leaves are green and shiny. The grass is so green that it can blind your eyes.

In the evening, the lights were turned on, and a little yellow light created a quiet and peaceful night. In the countryside, on small roads and beside stone bridges, there are people walking slowly holding umbrellas; there are also farmers working in the fields, wearing raincaps and hats. Their houses, sparse and sparse, stood silently in the rain.

There are gradually more kites in the sky and more children on the ground. In the city and countryside, every household, old and young, came out one by one, as if they were rushing to go. Rejuvenate your muscles and bones, rouse yourself, and do your respective things.

“The plan for a year lies in spring.” At the beginning, there is plenty of time and plenty of hope.

Spring is like a baby that just landed, it is new from head to toe and it is growing.

Spring is like a little girl, full of flowers, smiling and walking.

Spring is like a strong young man with iron-like arms, waist and feet. He leads us forward.

The colors of spring are really colorful. The sun is red, the sky is blue, the treetops are green, and the spring flowers are yellow... No wonder poets love to sing about spring, and painters love to depict spring. Because spring is the fusion of all the beauties in the world and the sum total of all colors. I am very surprised, why do these colorful colors choose spring to come to the earth?

The spring rain is continuous and soft. It moistens the earth, touches the earth, and calls the earth softly. When people don't know it, they quietly merge into a small river, accumulating water. It became a deep pool. Ah, it turns out that the spring rain brings green life to the pond water.

Wind and rain always come together. In early spring, the slightly chilly wind woke up everything. The treetops turned green, the earth turned green, and even the platforms of tall buildings turned green. Wang Anshi of the Song Dynasty wrote a poem: "The spring breeze turns green to the south bank of the river." How well said! But it’s more than just “green”?

Blowed by the wind, the wild flowers all over the mountains and slopes opened their eyes, one, two, one clump, two clumps... connected into a patch, forming a sea. When people face this sea of ??blue, red, yellow... majestic colors, their worries and depression are gone. Thanks to the colors of spring for bringing us upward strength and confidence.

Look at the spring sky again. Why is the sky so colorful and dazzling? Ah, that's the kite flown by the children. Under the blue sky and white clouds, kites in various poses are flying freely and freely. What a refreshing sight! Spring belongs to children, and the sky belongs to children. However, aren't they also working hard to dress up and add spring colors?

However, if you lean down and take a closer look, you will find that among the pleasant colors, there are scattered yellow spots, which are the traces left by the remaining winter. You may sigh: "It's really a fly in the ointment!" Yes, looking at those few grasses with broken limbs and broken arms, and being dejected and despondent, who would be in a good mood? However, you might as well peel off the yellow winter clothes, and you will have more novel discoveries, hey! It's green inside! It turns out that the withered and yellow grass is also giving birth to a more beautiful spring.

I finally understand why the colors of spring are so rich: it is the colored pens in the hands of Miss Chun that are waving diligently; it is the childish children who dress up innocently; it is the neglected grass that is silently gestating With. People who are enjoying the colors of spring to the fullest, what have you contributed to the colors of spring?

Spring, you are finally here!

You came lightly with life and hope. You jumped over mountains, flew over rivers, and came a long way. Thank you for your hard work! But you don't care about resting for a moment, and you can't wait to jump on the plains and mountains... Everywhere you go, there is full of vitality.

Love the early spring wind that is still chilly yet warm. It is she who wakes up the earth, making it happily open its sleepy eyes after sleeping all winter, and countless lives are resurrected. Spring breeze is the messenger of spring.

I love the continuous spring rain, which moistens the grass, moistens the poplar trees, moistens the primroses, and tells mankind that spring is coming. The grass sneaked out of the ground and looked at it with wonder; the willows danced with their waist drums and fluttered in the wind.

After the spring rain, the moist air mixed with the fragrance of earth blows in the face with the warm spring breeze. Spring rain is the cultivator of life.

I love the chirping of birds in spring and all the cute and energetic creatures, especially the cute swallows. I often search for them on the wires, because they on the wires are like small and exquisite notes on the staff, accompanied by a "chirp" sound, singing the first movement of spring.

Every spring, in my hometown, I walk on the high hillsides, looking at the spring water flowing in the river, the green jungle on the other side, and the villages completely submerged in the peach blossoms. While admiring the beautiful scenery, I breathed in the extremely refreshing breath of spring and felt the violent beating pulse of spring. ah! Such a vibrant spring!

Ah! Spring renews the earth, makes the earth full of spring colors, brings joy and hope to mankind, and urges us to work hard.

Spring often arouses my thoughts. People always regard spring as a symbol of life and hope, and we teenagers and children are also called "the spring of the motherland."

We are the life of the motherland, and we are the future spring of the motherland.

The longed for, finally longed for, spring is finally here!

She came lightly with life and hope. She jumped over mountains, flew over rivers, and came all the way. She worked hard! But she couldn't stop for a moment, and couldn't wait to jump on the mountains, rivers, and plains... Everywhere she passed contained extremely vigorous vitality.

Love the early spring wind that is still chilly yet warm. It is it that gently wakes up the earth, which has slept all winter and happily opens its sleepy eyes. Then the seeds of hope were sown. Spring breeze is the messenger of life.

Love the continuous spring rain. It is it that moistens the grass, moistens the willows, and blooms the primroses, telling us that spring is coming. The grass came out of the ground and looked around with wonder; the willows swayed their waists and danced with the wind; the primroses blew their trumpets, "Spring is good, tick, tick, tick."

After the rain , the moist air mixed with the fragrance of the earth blows towards your face with the gentle wind. Therefore, the spring rain is the cultivator of life!

I love spring -

I love the chirping of birds, the croaking of frogs and all the cute and energetic creatures in spring, especially the cute little swallows. I often search for them on the wires. They are like the small and exquisite notes on the staff, accompanied by the "chirp" sound, singing the first movement of spring

Whenever spring comes, the pine flowers River, strolling on the high embankment of Songhua River, looking at the spring water flowing in the river, looking at the green jungle on the other side, breathing the extremely refreshing breath of spring, and feeling the violent beating pulse of spring. Ah, it is so comfortable and pleasant!

Look again, above the beach of Sun Island, the kite is fluttering. The spring breeze has no legs or hands, but it sends it so high and far, gradually melting into the light blue sky.

Spring often arouses my thinking: people always regard spring as a symbol of life and hope, and we children are also called "the spring of the motherland."

We are the life and hope of our motherland.

Grandpa Dongse sent away the severe cold of the earth, and Miss Chun came to the world with light steps. The scenery in spring is very beautiful, like a lifelike painting.

The spring sunshine is particularly bright, and Miss Chun opens her smiling face. The red beam of the sun shines over, touching you gently, like the hand of a young mother.

With the brisk pace of the spring girl, the green grass breaks through the soil, sneaking out of the soil, tender and green. In the park, you can see these tenacious grasses everywhere.

In this warm season, in the woods, many trees are full of bright flowers; everyone refuses to give in, red, yellow, white, purple, all kinds of flowers. All kinds of flowers are really like a beautiful big flower bed. Many butterflies and bees smelled the fragrance of the flowers, and they all flew to collect nectar, flying around in mid-air.

In the woods, many birds are flying freely and happily. When they are happy, they sing crisp and sweet tunes. The warm spring light blows on the small river, and the river water is suddenly blown by a pleasant and melodious flute. Influenced by the sound, I looked around and saw a group of naughty children making willow flutes out of weeping willow stems! They blew out the happiness and joy in their hearts.

The spring rain is gentle, and the spring rain is beating on the bamboo branches and leaves. The rain sometimes slides down in a straight line, and sometimes drifts with the wind, leaving behind beautiful shadows like smoke, mist, yarn, and silk. The splashing raindrops seem to be the beating notes on the piano, playing a beautiful melody.

Why is the sky so colorful and dazzling? Ah, it turns out that the children are guarding against kites. Under the blue sky and white clouds, various kites are flying and flying freely. What a refreshing sight!

Ah, everything in spring looks so vibrant.

Ah, spring is so beautiful! Let us feel the beauty of nature with our hearts.

Spring is a season full of vitality, as well as a beautiful, magical and hopeful season.

Spring is here, and all kinds of gorgeous flowers are in bloom, all so gorgeous and dazzling. The oilseed crops planted by the farmer uncle in the field - rapeseed flowers are also blooming. The golden rapeseed flowers have become a paradise for butterflies. Beautiful butterflies dance softly and gracefully on the golden stage. They are flying in the air for a while, and staying quietly on the rapeseed flowers for a while. It is this that adds a lot of fun to spring. The beauty of rapeseed flowers also attracts many "working people" - bees. Bees always work tirelessly to pollinate the rapeseed flowers day and night. Occasionally, a breeze blows, and the golden rapeseed flowers immediately surge into undulating "golden waves". Looking from a distance, it is really beautiful!

Spring is the season that people yearn for, and people always make their own plans in this season. As the saying goes: "A year's plan begins in spring, and a day's plan begins in the morning." It is telling us: a year's wishes should be planned in spring. The most important time of the day is morning. In spring, people start to Farm work such as plowing fields, transplanting rice seedlings, planting trees, etc. Migratory birds also moved from the south to the north to cheer for the farmers working in the fields. Some birds stand on tall trees, some simply on the field ridge, and some stand on the "staff". It is this that makes the farmers in the fields feel more happy and everything becomes lively.

In spring, animals also wake up from their slumber. The grass began to sprout, and there were flourishing scenes everywhere on the earth. At a glance, there is a green scene everywhere, like a watercolor painting.

In the bleak and monotonous winter, we are always looking forward to spring. I hope that her grass will grow with orioles flying, and the silk ribbons will flutter the embankments. I hope that her thousands of trees and flowers will ripple on the blue waves (yi). I hope that her orchids and cypresses will moisten everything like crisp. I hope that her spring garden will be full of flowers, and the fall of red will be like a flower. rain.

Now, spring has arrived. Spring is the most beautiful season of the year. Throughout the ages, people have used almost all beautiful words and poems to describe and praise spring. Spring brings vitality and hope to people.

Spring warms the heart and spleen, "My clothes are wet with the rain of apricot blossoms, and the wind from the willows blows my face without chilling."

Spring is fleeting, "The flowers in the forest wither in spring." "Red, it's too hasty." So "there are flowers that can be folded, but don't wait until the flowers fall and the branches are broken."

Spring is cool and moist, "The light rain on the sky street is as moist as a crisp, but the color of the grass looks far away but close up." None."

A cold wind passed by, and the sky froze into ice, turning a vast expanse of pale white. The sky is white, endless white, spreading into the distance. As pale as death.

The ruthless wind is tearing at the bald forest. It is noisy and roaring, and it wants to declare war on the world. The confused fallen leaves were quickly rolled up by the strong wind, surrounding the entire forest, circle after circle.

The sunshine is gone forever. The sun now is no longer as hot as in summer. It is bright red and looks a little pale. It was incredibly cold, as if the sun at this time could only bring light to the earth, but no warmth.

Pedestrians on the road are in a hurry and never stop.

Occasionally, a speeding car passed by, frightening a few sparrows in the forest.

The same is true for animals. They come and go in a hurry, rushing for winter food. The geese have all flown to the south, the ants have prepared food for the winter, and the bears have dug. It's a hibernating cave, everything seems very tense.

The water vapor on the lake has long been frozen into a mist. The thin, light milky white mist covering the lake is beautiful, but it is also dangerous, because pedestrians passing by in the morning may not be able to distinguish what is on the lake. And pedestrians on the road fell headlong into the cold lake...

A few winter plums have bloomed on the plum tree, as white as the white snow. No wonder they are confused with the white snow. I have heard for a long time that plum blossoms are in full bloom in the snow. When I saw them today, I was amazed and felt pitiful about them: admiring the flowers alone in the vast sea of ??snow is inevitably lonely and unbearable, but when the flowers bloom, they disappear quietly. It is really an unshakable thing. The buckled Lone Ranger.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven or eight snowflakes have fallen. They have fallen. They have really fallen. They have finally fallen, falling with the only white winter. Come, the world becomes pale.

In the winter morning, I opened my eyes and found a vast expanse outside the window, which was extremely beautiful: the earth was covered in silvery white dress, and the branches were no less beautiful, wearing salt-white caps. What a snow-white world!

I walked into the snow unknowingly, and bursts of children's voices outside came to my ears: "It's so white!" "Come and play in the snow!" I looked for the sound and saw a group of people wearing clothes. The red and green child was rolling in the snow, having a great time having a snowball fight and building a snowman.

The snow is still falling, and there are blossoming fragrant flowers, all wearing translucent hexagonal hats, but each has a different and exquisite pattern, which is more beautiful than the window grilles cut by grandma in the New Year. They are jumping , flying, light and airy, so relaxed, as if dancing "Swan Lake"

Guilin's landscape is the best in the world, not bad. The beautiful mountains and rippling water are indeed rare in the world.

At this moment, I am sitting on the boat, moving backwards with the mountains, and slowly moving forward with the breeze blowing in my face and the rippling water waves.

There are mountains on both sides of the river, some tall, some steep, some steep, some gentle. Although these mountains are not as dangerous as Mount Huashan or as graceful as Mount Jinwu, they have a unique feeling of indescribable beauty. Maybe it’s because it’s surrounded by mountains. The mountains are close to each other, but they look very loose. Although they are numerous, they seem to follow a certain pattern. Although they are ordinary, there are countless ordinary mountains connected together, which makes them extraordinary. Coupled with the water flowing in the mountains, it seems to be in a poetic painting.

The water is clear and turbulent, with one or two whirlpools appearing from time to time. As the boat moves forward, one or several ripples will appear on the water surface, slowly moving forward. Sometimes you can still see fish swimming in the water, but that's only for a moment. These may seem ordinary, but they add a bit of vitality to this big picture, combining the beauty of movement with the beauty of tranquility. No matter what it is, it will be the most beautiful when it is alive.

The wind is refreshing, coming and going, and blowing in waves. The cool wind will always blow away the excessive heat, irritability, and thoughts from the body. Sometimes it will also cause water waves on the water surface. It is really "the breeze blows on the face, and the water is calm". The wind is neither very strong nor very small, and its size is just right, giving people a feeling of "willow wind blowing on the face without chilling the face". The wind is not very cold, but it is cool. It gives people a cool feeling that makes them forget where they are now.

Whether you look at it from a distance or up close. Whether you are looking at a large picture or a very small detail. Whether it is the overlapping of dozens of mountains, the swaying of a tree in the mountains, or the shape of a stone. Whether it is the endless flow of the river, the occasional whirlpools on the water, or the fish emerging from the water in an instant, they all give people a beautiful feeling.

Such mountains, such water, such wind, and such scenery are crowded into the eyes at the same time, which is really overwhelming. Every scene, no matter where it is, always makes people feel fresh. It is refreshing to see mountains of different shapes, high and low.

We first make two snowballs and put them together, then add eyes, hands, nose, and mouth to it. In this way, we piled up two white, fat, honest and cute snowmen.

The snowball fight started. We hid behind the snowman and made small snowballs from the snow to hit each other. I always hit the opposing snowman on the head. Haha! The snowman’s head fell off! They had nowhere to hide, and they were all hit by me at once, turning into moving snowmen...

Winter is so beautiful and fun, I love winter forever!

7. The spring breeze girl came quietly, she blew open the colorful flowers, blew the green willow trees on the bank, and wrinkled the clear river... But at the same time, the spring breeze girl also blew The wintersweet flowers have fallen on our campus.

The branches of the wintersweet tree are brown, and the bare branches sway left and right in the cold wind, which inevitably looks a bit ugly. A few small pale yellow flowers hung on the branches, swaying, and a breeze blew. The few small flowers swayed a few times, reluctantly left his home, turned a few heads in the air, and flew to the earth. Mother's arms.

Although the wintersweet tree looks so ugly now, it also had its glorious moments in the past. In the cold and windy winter, the wintersweet trees are so full of energy and the flowers are so fragrant! They formed a warm family, dancing on the branches. Ah, although the wintersweet tree is not as charming as a rose, not as colorful as a gemstone, and not as graceful as a peony...but it does have the quality of being pure and pure, and of selfless dedication!

From the wintersweet tree, I thought of our teacher. The plum blossoms falling in batches are equivalent to the teacher sending away students one after another; the wintersweet tree transfers all the nutrients to it for the winter plum blossoms, which is equivalent to the teacher imparting all his knowledge to us for us. For us, the quality of the wintersweet tree’s purity and selfless dedication is the spirit of the teacher... Look, isn’t the wintersweet tree the best interpretation of a teacher?

From ancient times to the present, how many poets have praised the wintersweet tree and left behind great poems! His noble character will remain in the hearts of the world forever! I praise you, wintersweet tree!

There is true love everywhere in the world, but today I encountered such a thing.

The weather is very hot today. I was sweating profusely after playing with a few friends for a while. So we went to the small shop opened by Uncle Li across the street to buy popsicles. As soon as we walked in, we saw many people buying things. My friend and I were about to join the "long queue" for shopping when Uncle Li greeted us and told us not to queue and go in directly.

The adults also gave way, and I thought to myself: There is true love everywhere in the world! When everyone selected the popsicles they wanted, Xu Tong, who was in charge of the money, suddenly shouted: "Ah! How could this be? Why is there a big hole in the pants? The money is gone!"

Uncle Li from the store looked directly into our eyes, his eyes clearly full of trust and concern. After the boss pondered for a moment, he said to us kindly: "It's okay, just take it and eat it! It doesn't cost any money!" Then he scanned the crowd in the store with a fierce expression and said fiercely: "The person who stole the child's money, I I don’t care, but don’t get caught by me!” He crushed the cigarette butt in his hand as he spoke.

There was a commotion in the crowd, and finally they decided to donate one yuan each to us. Watching the adults donate money, our eyes filled with tears of happiness. There is true love everywhere in the world! When my friends and I walked out of the store with the money, I suddenly felt something was stuffed into my pocket. When I looked, it turned out to be a stolen wallet and a note. The note said A few big words: I'm sorry I was wrong, please forgive me!

Looking at this note, we burst into tears again. Yes, there is true love everywhere in the world, which makes the world full of love!

We took the stuffing and dough and started making it. I picked up the dough, put the filling into the dough, pinched it, and the filling popped out, as if to say: "Hey, it's crowded on the inside, but it's better on the outside."

"I thought: I won't let you stick your head out, I want to put you on top of some stuffing! I did it after thinking about it, but after the stuffing was placed, it was difficult to close it. I had to "paint" on it. It's completely closed. I wanted to imitate my mother's bag, but it was too late. My mother was three or four ahead. After thinking about it, I made up random patterns, but it looked like a fat baby with a broken straw hat. Something is wrong. I made a few more, but they were still the same. I saw that the dumplings made by my mother were like mighty generals, many times better than those made by me! I was a little discouraged. I thought: No, confidence is the secret to success! So I made another one. The one in the front is very beautiful, and this one is also the best among the dumplings I made.

Hey, the first time I made dumplings was such a profound experience! Through this incident, I thought: I will do more housework within my ability to reduce the burden on my family