A 300-word composition, describing the big picture from a small point.

1. Help me to write a 300-word article. I praise the faithful pine and cypress, the hedgehog against the west wind, the proud sludge of the lotus, but I praise the proud snow of the plum blossom even more.

When all the flowers wither, only plum blossoms are full of vitality. Facing the snowflakes flying all over the sky, standing proudly in the cold wind.

In the middle of winter, the ground is frozen, the weather is cold, and the plum blossoms in the snow are so beautiful. Stock trading is fragrant and refreshing.

White flowers are red, and the petals are smooth and transparent, carved like platinum or jasper, which is somewhat elegant. Some are as bright as the morning glow, some are as white as snow, and some are as green as jasper.

Plum blossoms bloom sooner or later. On the same plum tree, you can see all kinds of flowers. Some shy, pink buds are fresh and lovely; Some just bloomed, and a few little bees got in and greedily sucked pollen; Some bloom for a long time, and the pink petals make people love; Plum blossoms, which used to be bustling, now have withered petals.

When the wind blows the flowers, don't worry that the petals will break. Plum blossoms are not delicate flowers. The colder the weather, the more snow, the more vitality and delicacy it will bloom. There is a saying in the ancients: "The sword front comes from sharpening, and the plum blossom fragrance comes from bitter cold."

It is not the gentle spring breeze that blows it, but the cold wind; It is not the cool and sweet rain that moistens it, but the cold ice and snow; It is not the bright sunshine that shines on it, but a ray of setting sun in the cold. Only a challenging life is a good life.

It was a proud fragrance in the cold, and she smiled more brightly in the face of fluttering snowflakes. It never competes with flowers for bright spring and never shows off its beauty. It has a pair of pride and is never arrogant.

Every winter morning, a charming and elegant fragrance wafts from the window. What makes poets and painters in ancient and modern times full of praise is not only elegant and graceful, but also regarded as the national essence for its ice muscle jade bone and sharp Liuxiang.

Plum blossom, with its noble, strong and modest character, gives people the motivation to work hard. The color of plum blossoms is gorgeous but not demon.

The fragrance of plum blossoms is elegant. Meihua's posture is ancient and exquisite.

Isn't this our construction worker? Whether the weather is cold or hot, whether it is windy or rainy, whether it is cold or freezing, they all work hard in their jobs. I want to learn plum blossom, and I want to be like plum blossom.

2. See the big from the small, 300 words, 1, the inspiration of a leaf.

"Hoo-"A cold wind blew, and I was shivering with cold. Suddenly, I felt something in my hair. Looking back, wow, it was a leaf! I can't help laughing to myself. I'm glad that I'm not this leaf, and I ended my life so quickly.

This leaf is very small, about the size of a dollar coin. I looked at it contemptuously and threw it on the ground, but I couldn't help thinking that it would turn into a little dust under the torture of storms and people's trampling, and its fate was tragic and almost insignificant.

The next spring, my friends and I played in that forest. When I was resting, I looked back at the tree and was dumbfounded: the tree was no longer as bare as in winter, but lush and lush. The leaves are green and dripping, as if they have been dyed with green pigments, which makes people feel relaxed and happy. When I marveled at its exuberant vitality, I remembered the story of a leaf last year. It suddenly dawned on me that it was the fallen leaves that turned into soil and nurtured it, and it was the fallen leaves that caused its magnificent scenery today. How great the life of leaves is!

Seeing this scene, I can't help sighing. Isn't this the state of "falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud to protect flowers"? From then on, I never dare to despise these weak lives.

Enlightenment from a leaf

People should treat nature and scenery modestly. Therefore, it is necessary to travel, get in touch with nature directly, or go deep into a foreign land to appreciate the local people's life interest. However, even the trees and leaves around our residence, as long as we carefully observe, sometimes we can deeply understand the meaning of life.

I stared at the trees in the yard, or more accurately, at a leaf on the branch. Now, it has a beautiful green color, shining in the summer sun. I remember what I saw when it was a bud. It was the early winter of last year. In this place where the new leaves had not yet given off fragrance, there was a yellow leaf hanging, which quickly broke away from the branches and fell to the ground. On the original branch, you, a young and strong bud, were born vigorously.

Regardless of the cold wind and heavy snow, you silently wait for spring and slowly accumulate strength in your body. One morning, the light rain cleared up, and I saw that the branches were covered with pearls, which were newborn buds, shining with the rain. So I feel that all the herbs are sprouting, and spring is coming.

Spring has finally come, and ten thousand acres are beaming. However, the old leaves scattered on the ground have already rotted into the soil.

You soon grow into a young leaf, glowing green and gold in the early summer sun. For weak green leaves, early summer is not only a vibrant season, but also the most vulnerable season to insect erosion. Fortunately, you have safely ushered in a summer day, and now you are weaving a dense shade with your friends to cover the long and short flowers.

I predict your future. In midsummer, cicadas will whisper in your shade, and typhoons will strike, which is the chorus of autumn insects deep in the roots. This chirping sound can really add a lot of elegance to the silent autumn night.

Your green leaves, unconsciously eclipsed, finally turned into a yellow leaf and hung in the cold rain. At night, the autumn wind knocked on the window, and the next morning, you disappeared from the branch. I only see another bud on the branch where you are. By the time this bud blooms green, you will have fallen into the ground and been buried in the soil.

This is nature, not just a leaf, everything in the world has the same destination.

A falling leaf is by no means meaningless. It is these yellow leaves that bring the vitality of the whole tree. The life and death of this leaf marks the constant transformation of life in the four seasons.

Similarly, the death of one person is related to the whole human life. Of course, death is not welcome to everyone. However, as long as you cherish your own life and the lives of others, you should be grateful when your life is dying and you are about to return to the earth. This is what I learned from observing a leaf in the yard. No, this is the essence of the cycle of life and death that leaves tell me.

Please adopt it.

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Suddenly, I felt something in my hair. Looking back, wow, it was a leaf! I can't help laughing to myself. I'm glad that I'm not this leaf, and I ended my life so quickly. This leaf is very small, about the size of a dollar coin. I looked at it contemptuously and threw it on the ground, but I couldn't help thinking that it would turn into a little dust under the torture of storms and people's trampling, and its fate was tragic and almost insignificant.

The next spring, my friends and I played in that forest. When I was resting, I looked back at the tree and was dumbfounded: the tree was no longer as bare as in winter, but lush and lush.

The leaves are green and dripping, as if they have been dyed with green pigments, which makes people feel relaxed and happy. When I marveled at its exuberant vitality, I remembered the story of a leaf last year. It suddenly dawned on me that it was the fallen leaves that turned into soil and nurtured it, and it was the fallen leaves that caused its magnificent scenery today. How great the life of leaves is! Seeing this scene, I can't help sighing. Isn't this the state of "falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud to protect flowers"? From then on, I never dare to despise these weak lives.

The enlightener of a leaf should treat nature and scenery modestly. Therefore, it is necessary to travel, get in touch with nature directly, or go deep into a foreign land to appreciate the local people's life interest.

However, even the trees and leaves around our residence, as long as we carefully observe, sometimes we can deeply understand the meaning of life. I stared at the trees in the yard, or more accurately, at a leaf on the branch.

Now, it has a beautiful green color, shining in the summer sun. I remember what I saw when it was a bud.

It was the early winter of last year. In this place where the new leaves had not yet given off fragrance, there was a yellow leaf hanging, which quickly broke away from the branches and fell to the ground. On the original branch, you, a young and strong bud, were born vigorously.

Regardless of the cold wind and heavy snow, you silently wait for spring and slowly accumulate strength in your body. One morning, the light rain cleared up, and I saw that the branches were covered with pearls, which were newborn buds, shining with the rain.

So I feel that all the herbs are sprouting, and spring is coming. Spring has finally come, and ten thousand acres are beaming.

However, the old leaves scattered on the ground have already rotted into the soil. You soon grow into a young leaf, glowing green and gold in the early summer sun.

For weak green leaves, early summer is not only a vibrant season, but also the most vulnerable season to insect erosion. Fortunately, you ushered in the summer safely, and now you are weaving thick shade with your friends to cover the branches.

I predict your future. In midsummer, cicadas will whisper in your shade, and typhoons will strike, which is the chorus of autumn insects deep in the roots. This chirping sound can really add a lot of elegance to the silent autumn night.

Your green leaves, unconsciously eclipsed, finally turned into a yellow leaf and hung in the cold rain. At night, the autumn wind knocked on the window, and the next morning, you disappeared from the branch.

I only see another bud on the branch where you are. By the time this bud blooms green, you will have fallen into the ground and been buried in the soil.

This is nature, not just a leaf, everything in the world has the same destination. A falling leaf is by no means meaningless.

It is these yellow leaves that bring the vitality of the whole tree. The life and death of this leaf marks the constant transformation of life in the four seasons.

Similarly, the death of one person is related to the whole human life. Of course, death is not welcome to everyone.

However, as long as you cherish your own life and the lives of others, you should be grateful when your life is dying and you are about to return to the earth. This is what I learned from observing a leaf in the yard.

No, this is the essence of the cycle of life and death that leaves tell me. Please adopt it.

4. Look at the small print and big composition 5? 12 after the Wenchuan earthquake, news reports and pictures from the disaster area have been lingering in people's minds. People are lamenting the fragility and tenacity of life. Countless touching scenes let us re-examine the accustomed world, re-measure the distance between greatness and ordinary, and re-recognize the brilliance of human nature and true love.

Mother, the greatest person in the world, maternal love is an eternal topic in the world.

The earthquake happened on the first day after Mother's Day, which was undoubtedly a heavy blow to the lives and hearts of countless mothers.

That is a woman who has just been a mother for three or four months. When she was found, there was no trace of life. When she died, she still kept her knees on the ground, and the whole upper body crawled forward, supporting her body with her hands and protecting her baby with her body. "Dear baby, if you can live, you must remember that I love you." This is the last sentence she left to her child by text message, which is the best proof of a mother's unreserved love for her child.

Or a baby of 3 or 4 months, or a mother who is far away from the world. She held her beloved child in her arms. When people found them, the children were lucky to be alive, and their red faces were in sharp contrast with their mothers' faces.

Death means that they will never hear their children say to them rationally, "Mom, I love you!" " "

Those mothers who lost their souls lost their beloved children forever, and their pain made everyone who saw them heartache. Take a wooden comb, son, and let mom comb your hair for the last time! Climb up the ruins and call your name, child, child, answer! Mom is waiting for you! Hold the hand of the dead child and shake it silently. Wake up! Kid! Open your eyes! Mom is by your side!

How many teachers died under the ruins in this earthquake? There are many mothers among them. There is such a mother as a teacher. Saved thirteen students, but was ruthlessly taken away by death, leaving a one-and-a-half-year-old daughter. A mother and son are staring at both sides of the glass. They are victims. At the same time, mother is also a medical worker. She wants to wake up from the grief of the "small family" and devote herself to the help of "everyone". She conveyed her apologies to the children with her eyes, but she was so determined.

Mom, dear mom, maternal love is absolutely invisible. She propped up the sky, paved the road and set up the sail with her weak body.

Mother, lovely mother, in such an era that people always criticize "people are not old", maternal love is still the main theme of true feelings.

Mother, dear mother, she is great in the ordinary and blooms in the wind and rain.

Stand back, stick to it, and don't make moms cry again!

It's a sunny Saturday. Birds are singing happily, the stream is flowing quietly, and the mood is getting more and more comfortable. I want to play games this morning, clean my room in the afternoon and do my homework in the evening. At the thought of this plan, my mood is full of joy, because I think I have some busy and fulfilling things today.

In a blink of an eye, it was already noon. I am cleaning my room. I happened to find a candle burned out by the drawer. "Ah! Why do you still have such a short candle? " I said silently. Then I threw it in the trash without thinking.

In the evening, after dinner, my mother told me earnestly, "I'm going to work now, and my father is not at home." You should take good care of yourself and do your homework early! "I hate her, so I closed the door at once. After that, I came to my desk and began to "fight"

I worked for a while, but suddenly the power went out, and the room was dark and opaque. I was so scared that my heart was full of fear. I thought: What should I do? Now that mom and dad are not at home, what should we do in the dark? The problem is that I haven't done my homework.

I got up and started looking for a flashlight. I took a lighter with mosquito-repellent incense and put it all over the room. There's no sign. I sat helplessly on the bed. I am very desperate. Suddenly, I remembered the candle I threw away in the morning.

I stumbled into my hand and lit it like a treasure. It is like a beautiful red flower, tearing a corner of the thick night. I feel like a frightened baby being touched by its mother. My heart was immediately calmed down, and after the value was over, I joined the "battle" with this weak and radiant light source.

From this little thing, we can know that everything in the world has its greatness. For example, this candle was burned only once, but it saved me from mental pain.

6. Today is a sunny Saturday, and the composition is about 300 words.

Birds are singing happily, the stream is flowing quietly, and the mood is getting more and more comfortable. I want to play games this morning, clean my room in the afternoon and do my homework in the evening.

At the thought of this plan, my mood is full of joy, because I think I have some busy and fulfilling things today. In a blink of an eye, it was already noon.

I am cleaning my room. I happened to find a candle burned out by the drawer.

"Ah! Why do you still have such a short candle? " I said silently. Then I threw it in the trash without thinking.

In the evening, after dinner, my mother told me earnestly, "I'm going to work now, and my father is not at home." You should take good care of yourself and do your homework early! "I hate her, so I closed the door at once.

After that, I came to my desk and began to "fight" for a while. Suddenly, the power went out, and the room was dark and opaque. I was so scared that my heart was full of fear. I thought: What should I do? Now that mom and dad are not at home, what should we do in the dark? The problem is that I haven't done my homework. I got up and started looking for a flashlight. I took a lighter with mosquito-repellent incense and put it all over the room. There's no sign.

I sat helplessly on the bed. I am very desperate. Suddenly, I remembered the candle I threw away in the morning. I stumbled into my hand and lit it like a treasure. It is like a beautiful red flower, tearing a corner of the thick night.

I feel like a frightened baby being touched by its mother. My heart was immediately calmed down, and after the value was over, I joined the "battle" with this weak and radiant light source.

From this little thing, we can know that everything in the world has its greatness. For example, this candle was burned only once, but it saved me from mental pain.

7. frugal mother's composition is about 400 words. Fan Wenyi: Inscription: Motherly love is not a color, but it is like plum blossom, and its fragrance floats; Motherly love does not come naturally from wind and rain, but slowly fades away, only the sky is high and the clouds are light, and the background is evergreen. My mother is a typical rural woman, 54 years old this year. She is simple and kind. However, due to the hardships of life, she aged prematurely. I don't know when, wrinkles have crept up her cheeks, and the hair on her temples has turned gray. However, my mother's love for me is as always. An old story always haunts my mind, which makes me feel ashamed of my mother. My mother is very frugal and frugal, repeating the monotonous life of sunrise and sunset every day, but she enjoys it. She has many rural habits that I can't agree with. I always nag for a long time when I see that I haven't finished my meal. On weekdays, I always thought that my mother was a person who didn't pay attention to or even knew how to dress up. The dress she is in charge of is a black coat, because the color has turned white and the whole tone is gray, but she still can't bear to throw it away. I advised her to buy a new one many times, and even took her to a clothing store, all in vain. Every time she talks about clothes, she always says, "People are getting old." I can still wear this dress, so I can't care too much about my life. "I was so angry that I had nothing to say. But for our children, she is very generous. I remember when I was a child, it was the Dragon Boat Festival. I was jealous and wronged when I saw my neighbor Xiao Fang wearing new clothes. I looked at my mother piteously. My mother picked me up without saying anything and said, "Go! I will buy it for you. " I vaguely remember my mother's firm tone at that time. When I arrived at the market, my mother chose a pink dress for me to try on, saying that I would definitely look good in white skin. When I tried it on, my mother hugged me and smiled and said, "It's beautiful! My niece is so beautiful! "Up to now, I still remember the price of that dress-29 yuan. Although this amount is so insignificant in this era, it was very expensive at that time. After many years, I accidentally turned to a photo of my mother when she was young at my neighbor Aunt Yang's house. In the photo, my mother is fair-skinned, wearing a clean flowered shirt and smiling. Aunt Yang said, "My mother loved beauty when she was young, and she liked to dress herself up beautifully." Hearing this, she had to be moved. It turned out that my mother didn't pay attention to or know how to dress up, but the responsibilities and obligations entrusted to her by her family forced her to shift her focus. I didn't go straight home after saying goodbye to menstruation. At that time, there was only one thought in my mind, and I immediately added a new dress to my mother without asking her advice. She doesn't like it, but she also likes the firmness when she bought clothes for herself as a child. When I got home, my mother had cooked the meal and blamed me for coming home so late. I quietly took it out. She paused a few times and woke up at once. She said in a slightly complaining tone, "What clothes do you buy, son!" But at the same time, I took the clothes, and I saw a happy smile on her lips. At that time, I thought my mother was very beautiful! The next day, when we came together, I saw my mother chatting with her neighbors in the clothes I just bought and said loudly, "This is the new clothes my daughter bought for me yesterday. Isn't it beautiful? "Don't forget to scold me at last." The child just likes to spend money recklessly. "Say that finish, I narrowed my eyes and began to laugh. I can't help but get wet when I look at my eyes. Mom, my lovely mom, you are so frugal and lovely! Fan Wener: I have a very frugal mother. She has long hair, crescent eyebrows and big eyes like black grapes under them. She's beautiful. My mother is not only beautiful, but also a very frugal person. She often teaches me to save water and food. She told me that the water for washing vegetables can be used to water the flowers, the water for sweeping the floor can be used to flush the toilet, and the rice dropped on the table should be picked up. I asked my mother to go downstairs to buy it, and she said, "Come out again and watch me!" " "I saw her pick up a rolling pin and spread the toothpaste flat. When the rolling pin was pressed on it, the toothpaste was rolled open. I was surprised when I saw it, and I also admired my mother's real method. My mother smiled and said to me, "Look, it can be used several times. If you throw it away directly, it will be too wasteful. " I nodded, and it happened. My admiration for my mother has increased by one point. Under my mother's education. I have taught my father, sister-in-law and sister ... Thanks to the efforts of our whole family, I have saved a lot of things, such as water, food and other things. I am glad that I have such a thrifty mother.