Skylight text imitation composition

In ordinary study, work, and life, everyone will come into contact with composition more or less. With the help of composition, you can vent your emotions and regulate your mood. I believe that many people will find it difficult to write essays. Below is the imitation essay of the skylight lesson that I compiled for everyone for your reference. I hope it can help friends in need. Skylight text imitation essay 1

During the day, when I was really bored and panicking at home, I thought of the football field downstairs in my house and the scene of me playing happily on the football field, and I would I couldn't help but walk to the window, push open the window, stick my head out, and overlook the place downstairs that my heart desires. At this time, the spacious and bright windows are my only comfort!

From the green trees and clouds outside the window, you can imagine countless "Green Giants" standing upright, countless like marshmallows. Like a goldfish. Flower-like clouds of various shapes. You will see a magpie flying outside the window. Imagine that it is the kite flying in my hand. Maybe it will fly higher and higher, maybe if I let go of my hand, it will slowly float to the ground. In short, the imagination of longing for the day will immediately unfold in my mind. Skylight Text Imitation Composition Part 2

Because of the arrival of the new coronavirus, I have to stay at home and cannot go anywhere. At this time, the window of my room became my only solace.

A sweet-scented osmanthus tree has lush leaves. When a gust of wind passes by, the leaves rustle. In front of my eyes, a tree of golden osmanthus seemed to appear, with a fragrant fragrance. There were a few bees busy collecting honey on it, and a few butterflies danced with the fragrance. A little bird flew to the branch. Is it resting here? Or come to play with its little friends? Looking up, the slanting sky is as blue as the blue sea. Huh? Why did a piece of marshmallow float over? Why are the lambs and ponies running over? oh! It turned out to be some naughty white clouds. Suddenly it started to rain, and the soft drizzle covered the sky like a layer of gauze, swaying flutteringly. And I seem to hear what Xiaoyu is whispering to me...

Through this bright window, the beautiful scenery outside the window will appear in front of your eyes. Skylight Text Imitation Composition Part 3

This winter vacation, due to the sudden arrival of the new coronavirus, we can only stay at home and cannot go to school. But I miss the beautiful campus, beloved teachers, and lovely classmates all the time. I came to the window sill and looked at the blue sky, with white clouds walking freely in the sky. At this time, this small window sill is my only comfort!

I saw many moving pictures from the square window sill. I saw several white clouds tightly connected together, and imagined that my classmates and I were listening carefully in the classroom; I also saw a single white cloud, and imagined that the teacher was lecturing us; suddenly a burst of bird chirping came, The white clouds in the sky also dispersed, as if the bell rang after class, and the students came to different places and played different games...

The small window sill brought me to the fulfilling campus In life! Skylight text imitation essay Part 4

Houses in the countryside only have a row of wooden windows in the front.

On a warm sunny day, the wooden window sash is opened straight, allowing light and air. In the winter when there are strong winds and heavy rains, or when the north wind blows, the wooden windows have to be closed, and the house becomes as dark as a hole in the ground.

So the country people opened a small square hole in the roof and installed a piece of glass, which was called a skylight. When summer showers come, children like to run and jump in the rain, looking up at the lightning. However, the adults don't allow it, "Come inside!" As the wooden windows are closed, the children are shut in. Inside the cave-like room.

At this time, the small skylight is the only comfort. From the small glass, you will see the rain feet dancing there, and you will see the flash of lightning like a belt.

You imagine how this rain, this wind, this thunder, this lightning swept the world violently. You imagine that their power is ten times and a hundred times greater than what you feel in the open air.

A small skylight will sharpen your imagination! At night, when you are forced to go to bed to "rest", maybe you still can't forget the grassland and river beach under the moonlight. You secretly stretched out your head from the tent, you raised your face, and at this time, the small skylight opened again Is your only comfort! From a star or a cloud on the small glass, you will imagine countless sparkling and lovely stars, and countless clouds like mountains, horses, giants, and fantasy clouds; you will imagine from the small glass top A passing black shadow may be a gray bat, a singing nightingale, or a bully-like owl. In short, the beautiful and magical world of night will immediately unfold in your imagination.

This small blank space is magical! It will make you see the secrets of the universe that you would not have thought of without it; it will make you think of events that you would never have thought of without it. The adults who invented this "skylight" should be thanked.

Because lively children will know how to see "something" from "nothing" and "reality" from "empty", which is more real, richer and more complex than what they see. . Skylight text imitation essay Part 5

In my house, there is a skylight.

Sometimes, the sunlight will sneak through the glass and climb onto my bed, bringing me warmth and brightness... That day, I had a fight with my mother, which was just a trivial matter. We had a fierce argument, which ended with me slamming the door.

Nestled in my bed, I looked up from the skylight and saw the gray sky outside, just like my gray heart, I couldn’t feel any maternal love. Why is my mother always nagging? Doesn't it always make me feel any love? The footsteps outside the door gradually became clearer, bringing me back from my wandering thoughts, and the footsteps stopped at my door.

She just knocked on the door, put something on the ground, and then left... The footsteps disappeared. I opened the door curiously, lowered my head, and found only a bowl of steaming noodles. . Sitting back on the bed, eating my favorite bowl of noodles, my heart began to feel bitter. She always tolerated me unconditionally when I lost my temper, and the window in my heart gradually became brighter.

It got dark early, and while curled up in bed, I began to regret the little things I did during the day... Slowly, my consciousness became blurry... After an unknown amount of time, footsteps sounded outside the door again. The door opened, and with the faint light of the living room, I saw: She was only wearing a thin pajamas, her hair was spread out, and she was holding a thick quilt with both hands.

She gently put the quilt at the end of the bed, then picked up a corner, wrapped the quilt around my body, and tucked the corner of the quilt tightly for me... Then, she turned around and picked up my quilt. Take the bowls and chopsticks and walk towards the door. The faint light cast a layer of brilliance on her back, so peaceful and beautiful.

"Mom..." I shouted, "It's so late and I'm still not sleeping..." My voice started to get choked up, "It's snowing, your quilt is too thin..." I was stunned. He stared blankly at the door closing again. After a long time, he raised his head and looked at the skylight. It was covered with snowflakes and nothing could be seen.

However, I felt that a ray of sunshine was shining on my heart, so warm and bright. I know that that ray of sunshine is my mother's love... Suddenly, I remembered that when I was a child, under this skylight, my mother used to fan me and tell stories on summer nights. At that time, I always pestered her and refused to Let her go: When I was sick, my mother sat beside my bed, and the light through the skylight shone on her anxious face. I was ignorant at that time and always made her worry and tired... But now, she only lets me worry more Wearing a dress to prevent me from feeling cold, I quarreled with her... Tears wet the pillow, and infinite regret filled my heart. Tomorrow, I will be obedient, because I have experienced the infinite tolerance of maternal love... I The snow in my heart is slowly melting away, turning into spring streams full of love, nourishing my heart.

My heart is finally filled with the sunshine of love... Skylight text imitation essay part 6

Skylight, I believe everyone has seen it, but I believe that skylight is very boring in everyone’s eyes, but when the author Mao Dun was young, he could see the raindrops jumping happily , you can also see the lightning on the belt, and you can also imagine another world, which seems very novel.

Of course, I also very much hope that I can have a skylight, a flash of lightning, a rainstorm, a bunch of stars, a burst of white clouds, an unknown black shadow... Through the skylight, that beautiful and magical event immediately appeared Appearing in children's minds, unfolding in our imaginations, even the universe reveals its own secrets here - because imagination is the secret of nature. Don't complain that the birds chirping outside the window are always so sweet, and the sun is always so bright, and don't blame yourself for always facing the sky in a daze, staring at the textbook, and your heart is already wandering... Believe me, that's what you can do The moment when you are comfortable facing the "skylight" in your heart is also the moment when your imagination develops.

I looked through the skylight at home. Although I didn’t see such a magical scene as the author wrote, I could see the sky and the clouds. They were very harmonious, like two sisters. You lean on me. Damn you, this is fun. Imagination is a special gift from nature to children, and it is their yearning and pursuit. Imagination is like a group of horses running happily, galloping in the wilderness of the soul. Skylight Text Imitation Composition Part 7

After returning from the physical examination at school, I cycled past the Yangtze River Junction. I accidentally caught a glimpse of the golden color and turned the car around abruptly. I stared blankly at the color that was quietly condensing behind the gate, and finally couldn't help but choose to go in. I knew that there was a piece of ginkgo inside, from spring to autumn, from green to yellow, they were waiting for me.

I walked into the back door. This area was converted into a hotel with exquisite decoration. There were sparsely planted trees in front of the door with a few dark yellow trees. Most of the remaining tree species were evergreen. of green pines and cypresses. I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed in my heart. I couldn't explain why. Maybe it was because the gorgeous colors that should belong to autumn didn't bloom here.

Walking further in, you will reach the legendary stone tablet commemorating the end of Jiang Lang’s talents. This place is obviously much quieter and clearer than the entrance. After being far away from the hustle and bustle of the city, the small scenery makes it easier for me to appreciate its true flavor. The cornices raised like bird wings leaned over the wooden pavilion, silently protecting the stone monument, which was as tall as a person. Ginkgo trees with golden leaves were neatly lined up beside a gravel path, extending from the stone steps in front of the pavilion to my feet. underfoot. Jiang Lang, a human being, was gifted by the gods with a wonderful pen to write peerless articles. We Dao read poems and books day and night to prepare his poems. Immortals, such as human Dao, had a sudden change of heart and stopped writing in a dream, causing Jiang Lang to use up his talents. We Dao slacked off in his later years and Jiang Lang reaped the consequences. There are no accidents in life, and there are no shortcuts to success. Even an immortal ginkgo can follow it silently. How can Ichijie Ero be an exception? It can be said that the tree is like this. How can this person be embarrassed?

The sound of "swishing" water is long and lingering, like a lullaby sung by a mother to her child, gentle and delicate. Oh, we have arrived at my favorite different cave. A circle of green ivy on the outside is intertwined along the brackets to form a wild and interesting door curtain. Through the round door hole, you can see the world: ancient bluestone tiles, exquisite and unique rockery rocks, a clear small pool, and a tree. Gorgeous red maples and a tall and powerful ginkgo with overflowing branches. The ancient people's saying of floating creatures was unexpectedly reflected here. At this time, I just wanted to rest, just sleep, out of intoxication; and the power of advancement urged me to move forward. The road in memory is golden, the place in the target is soft, the tree in life is gentle, in front of you and in the distance.

After turning a corner, my vision suddenly became brighter, and the crowd suddenly increased. Oh, here I am.

The weather in late autumn is cool enough, and a few thick yellow leaves fell, with a moist sense of life when stepped on. The goose yellow and light gray intersect to create a dim light. When I step on it, it feels like I am slowly walking in the river of time. The ginkgo trees on both sides are blooming at their best moment. The fragrance enters the lungs and makes people nostalgic. The layers of golden leaves are so tender that they are pinched out of water. The blue sky and yellow leaves make the unusual combination full of vitality. What it was in the past and what it will be in the future are not as good as what it is now.

The ginkgoes of life sometimes only vaguely look at each other across a clump of flowers or a willow tree, but there is a distance of thousands of rivers and mountains. Loving you is like a lonely dance of self-pity between heaven and earth.

When I am successful and famous, I will promise you ten miles of ginkgo skylight text imitation composition 8

When the north wind blows in winter

The cold wind blows across the earth, so cold, so cold... ...The trees were already covered with snow, giving the earth a gorgeous dress. The two people walked slowly under the tree. The father touched his son's head with his warm arms and walked slowly into the depths of the wind and rain. ...

That day, I followed my father to his old alma mater. The light yellow wintersweet exudes a refreshing aroma. Pines and cypresses guard this pure land like guards. The snow on the ground was as soft as cotton, and I couldn't help but sigh, "It's so beautiful."

Dad seemed excited too, but I didn’t understand, because I didn’t understand the feeling of seeing my alma mater again, except for a little beautiful scenery, there was nothing else. The simple house and dilapidated hut rely on my imagination.

Dad held my hand and walked slowly through my alma mater. At this time, my dad was as happy as a child, jumping around the campus with a brisk pace. The north wind came up and blew away the snowflakes on the treetops, dancing lazily. I hurriedly said: "Dad, this shabby school is not fun at all. Let's go back, okay? You don't study here anymore, so why are you here?" I complained, and my dad's calm and kind face wrinkled. And said to me in a stern tone: "No, you have to stay for me today." I said without any sign of weakness: "No." Maybe Dad lost his patience and held my hand hard and walked forward. , I said: "What's so good about this shabby school?" Dad calmed down and said to me in a gentle tone: "When I was a child, my family was poor. We had to eat one meal but not another. We only had 10 yuan a month for living expenses, and we had to buy clothes. , I often went hungry because I had better grades when I was a child. The teacher in my class also treated me to a meal. My head teacher, Teacher Wang, often helped me and loved me. Good people don’t live long. Before she left, she said to me: "Bing, you You must remember that if you are successful in the future, you should always go back to school and ask, "Son, do you understand?"

By the time Dad finished saying this, his face was already covered with a string of tears. At this time, my eyes were wet, and I nodded.

"If I didn't come, I would have wasted decades of studying and being a human being. People can't forget their origins." Dad said sincerely.

That year, that month, that winter when the north wind blew, the north wind was still blowing, blowing my heart. People cannot forget their roots, and people must have faith.

With that deep feeling of gratitude, I walked into the depths of the north wind. When I look back, the snowflakes all over the sky... so beautiful, so beautiful... Skylight Lesson Imitation Composition Part 9

In the morning, when you are urged to do your homework, maybe you still can't forget the flowers, plants and trees in the sun . You quietly put down the pen in your hand. Head up. At this time, bright windows are your only comfort!

From a clump of grass and a flower under the small window, you will imagine a green grassland with countless colorful flowers. You will see a little guy flapping its wings passing by the bright window, and think that it may be a colorful butterfly, or it may be a simple sparrow with a cute heart, or it may be covered with feathers as white as snow. little pigeon. From the strange-shaped cloud above the bright window, you can imagine the red carp with big, round eyes on its head and shell-like fish scales on its body, and the soft, fluffy lamb that looks like clouds. , imagine the majestic dragon... In short, the beauty and change of the early morning will immediately unfold in your imagination. Skylight Text Imitation Composition Part 10

This year’s winter vacation, due to the new coronavirus epidemic, we are temporarily unable to go to school, study and play with our classmates. At this moment, the courtyard of my hometown is my only solace.

In the courtyard, I will see a little sparrow wearing a floral skirt dancing on the ground, and I will see a big rooster wearing a colorful cloak walking majestically on the wall. Walking away, it looks like a mighty general patrolling the frontier. My hometown garden will enrich my imagination!

When I was driven home by the virus, I could not forget the lively squares and parks. I slowly walked into the courtyard and sat on a chair.

At this time, the courtyard of my hometown is my only solace!

From a flower or a bird in the courtyard, I can imagine colorful flowers all over the mountains and plains, and many birds of different colors flying in the sky; I can also imagine from bricks I saw a black shadow on the tree, it might be a big insect, it might be a bird passing by quickly, or it might be a big mouse dragging a long tail...

I love my hometown patio! She brought me a lot of fun when I was bored! Skylight Text Imitation Composition Part 11

Since the outbreak of the new coronavirus pneumonia across the country, I have been unable to go out even after finishing my homework. Do you think of the bright sunshine, soft grass and kind friends? Just when you are writing homework boringly at home, the small balcony is your only solace.

You will look down from the balcony. At this time, a withered tree and a tinkling flowing river will be imagined as a big forest. Countless trees are no longer old and have become It was green and lush, the sea on the side was boundless, and the blue color was more transparent than usual. You will see a little brown guy passing by from the balcony, and think that maybe it is a heavy moth, or maybe it is a cheerful and cute little sparrow.

The straight tall buildings in the distance stood there quietly, as if thinking about something? There were very few people on the path, and a puppy lost interest in playing and was walking slowly.

A gust of wind blew across my face, bringing with it a rustling sound. What was this sound? The sound of wind blowing through leaves? The sound of cooking? The sound of people walking? The little bird is chirping. The sound is so nice, cheerful and relaxed. Maybe it is reporting some happy event? Could it be that the epidemic is under control? Will someone get married? Is it possible that some family has given birth to a baby? ...

A small balcony allowed me to discover the beauty that I usually don’t see. It allowed me to “travel” a piece of land in the community and made me feel like I was taking a walk downstairs. Skylight Text Imitation Composition Part 12

In recent days, due to the emergence of the new coronavirus, I can only stay at home. My only solace is the balcony and telescope.

Whenever the weather is fine, when my mother is drying the quilt, I sit on the quilt, hold a telescope, and look into the distance. I see the big tree waving its hands and saying to me: "Children, Have you forgotten me? Why don't you come to play? I miss you so much!" Suddenly, I saw the guards taking people's temperatures and checking their ID cards. I really wanted to tell them: " Grandpa Janitor, thank you for your hard work!"

Whenever I finish my homework, I take the telescope and look into the distance. While sitting in the sun for a walk, relaxing, listening to music, and blowing the warm wind, I couldn't help but think of a poem: "The mountains and rivers are beautiful late in the day, and the flowers and grass are fragrant in the spring breeze." I saw that the willow trees have already taken out their buds, and the flowers are blooming early in the four seasons. Smiling at us. I remembered that in this season, I always liked to play in the grass, touch the flowers, smell the flowers, listen to the crisp birdsong, and see the birds flying freely in the blue sky. Now, I can only sit On the balcony, look at the world through the telescope.

If the virus passes, I will definitely run outside as soon as possible to breathe fresh air and feel the warm sunshine! Skylight text imitation essay 13

Autumn is here. Through the small skylight, I see an endless desert and a group of wild geese flying across the sky. I imagine countless wild geese traveling with me to the ends of the earth. Straight up to the sky. I imagined them taking me to space, witnessing the magnificence of the Big Dipper and the greatness of the space satellites; herding cattle with the Cowherd, weaving colorful clouds with the Weaver Girl; visiting Chang'e in the Guanghan Palace, and smelling the sweet-scented osmanthus with Wu Gang in the back garden. The refreshing fragrance, together with Chang'e, eliminates the toads that invade the moon palace. . . . In this world, there are still many unknown mysteries waiting for me to explore!

Through the small skylight, I saw the harvest season. Farmers are busy in the fields, harvesting golden crops. The children ignored this great harvest season and chased colorful butterflies in the fields. Everyone returned home with a full load, and there were abundant fruits and golden wheat in the baskets. Everyone in the family smiled happily, tasting the harvest of the year.

At this moment, I was looking through the small skylight and saw a group of wild geese flying across the sky.

I flew back to the endless desert with them unknowingly... Skylight text imitation essay Part 14

Skylight is so boring in the eyes of adults. And the skylight in Mao Dun's works is so magical and interesting. You can see the raindrops dancing, and you can also use it to observe lightning... How interesting! Facing the skylight, you can also imagine, allowing you to enter an illusory world from the real world. You can imagine the moon as a beautiful princess, and the fleeting shadow as an ugly witch... In this world, you can create whatever you want, and your imagination can't be imagined at ordinary times. < /p>

With the progress of the times, there are very few skylights. After reading "Skylight" written by Mao Dun, I couldn't help but wish that there was a skylight in my room, so that when I couldn't sleep at night, I could look at the bright moon and whisper to it. You can also think back on the beautiful memories you lost while going to school. If it were me, I would think about the happy time skating with my friends in Nanping; the joy of spending the Spring Festival in Nanping...

Today's students are simply surrounded by exams. Covered by practice questions. The skylight of their imagination has been forever closed by the ruthless exams and practice questions. In fact, everyone has a blank skylight in their heart, but you just didn't create it. Without skylights, how could there be trains or TVs in the world? You can imagine how important skylights are! Skylights are actually a piece of white paper. Only imagination can make it glow, become beautiful and colorful, Isn't it?

To this end, I want to say to today’s parents: “Please don’t close the skylight in your children’s hearts! Without the skylight, no matter how good you study, it is just a learning machine!”