Prose writing

In daily study, work or life, many people have written compositions. Composition is the transition from internal speech to external speech, that is, from a compressed, concise language that they can understand to a developed, standardized grammatical structure that others can understand. Do you know how to write a good composition? The following are four essays I collected for your reference, hoping to help friends in need.

Essay 1 Characters are like leaves on a tree, naturally formed but different. The growth environment of each tree is different, and naturally it is fully reflected in the tree. The mountain is high and steep, and the soil is barren, so the tree bends vigorously. Shan Ye is flat and broad, with deep and leafy forests and tall and straight branches. The words I want to write can represent a temporary mood. When excited, a fresh leaf bud is full of vitality and prosperity. Depression is the evil wind whistling, sweeping the dark clouds all over the sky, inspiring Lin Tao to surge like a tsunami. It is no exaggeration to regard a tree as a life. The annual rings hidden in its heart have weathered and experienced many vicissitudes. It is willing to be integrated with the land under its feet, be unknown all its life, do its duty, and have something in common with the life it is willing to pay.

After living in Shan Ye for a long time, I want to write something about trees. A tree in various poses, silent or standing or deep into the eyes, with different postures. The painter's pen can draw on the spot, and mine can also write and draw, with the same effect and different strength. However, this idea has been suppressed in my heart for a long time and cannot be released. Having a companion is like a plaster on your body. In the world of two people, one person seems to be redundant, and this redundant feeling only exists when writing cannot be completed. At some point, living in Shan Ye, two people depend on each other, and mutual communication can alleviate loneliness and loneliness. On this day, my companion was going out to beg for something to eat, so I made an excuse to stay and felt that the opportunity was rare.

With the disappearance of the companion figure, the surrounding green gradually merged into a wall, covered with blue sky and white clouds, with sunshine as the curtain, a wooden table, a pen and a person's mood.

When the pen fell on the paper, I suddenly felt the desktop was rough. The nib pierces the paper, wasting the nib and affecting the writing speed. Looking around, the glass on the wooden door should be the only plane object here. You need to be careful from taking it down to putting it on the table. The integrity of glass also directly affects the integrity of wooden houses. It's unbearable these days. Sitting on the floor, I can feel the discomfort caused by abdominal emptiness. There is a teapot on the table, and a little crispy rice is soaked. The crimson color seems to have experienced a cold frost there. In fact, the solar term is in early autumn, which is still early from first frost. So, the pen in my hand unconsciously started from the immediate life.

Everything has its own pace of life and its own direction. There is a clear stream around me, which flows into a thick green grass along a small ditch opened by myself. What comes with the wind is the smell of rotten grass and the melodious ringing of cattle bells. I can't see where the cows are lying, but the sparse birch trees stand out. The leaves have turned pale yellow, which matches the original natural skin and is so attractive no matter how you look at it. There are two black trees in the middle. You don't have to guess that they were ground by the reins of cattle, and a branch was twisted off, which should also be a masterpiece of cattle. When you are full and have nowhere to fight, the tree tied to it will suffer.

Smooth brushwork is related to the glass below, which seems to make the thinking smooth. A butterfly circled several times and landed on the edge of the teapot. It seems to be attracted by the rice crust water in the tea jar. It should come from the grass, where there are scattered flowers. Horseshoe-shaped leaves are surrounded by many leaves and have long spikes. The flowers in Huang Cancan are in full bloom, and the buzz is very lively, which also confirms the degree of competition. When it came here, it thought that the fragrance there had faded, but the aroma of crispy rice water was rich. I dare not move, not even out of the atmosphere. It is like a big leaf that falls early, spreading its wings along the edge of the tea urn. I can't see anything gorgeous on the back of the wings, and even some colors are mixed together, like a palette. After the five colors are blended here, they are depicted on the front.

A puff of wood smoke came out. A piece of wet wood added in the morning burned untimely at this moment. It was harassed and flapped its wings and flew away. I smiled and seemed to hear it choking. The butterfly flew away, and I looked in the direction it flew. In the background, Shan Ye is full of colorful autumn rhyme, and the butterfly suddenly loses its position from its eyes. Broad-leaved forest with yellow edge, reddish veins, like a little flame. The coniferous forest is still green, with distinct layers. There are many red pine trees in the spire-like spruce forest with different postures. Because the value of fruits is different, it also determines their growth height. Picking fruit is destroying the treetops, making spruce trees taller and taller, and red pine trees shorter and shorter. Tall and stout is not necessarily a perfect match, but it is a helpless combination. When the height is scattered, abnormal growth becomes a reality, and it is natural to accept it slowly, which naturally becomes a habit. A mood without happiness is not a good mood, and words without troubles are not good words. There are similarities between normal beauty and abnormal beauty, but there are essential differences, depending on whether the mood is accepted or not.

I put down my pen. In this empty Shan Ye, my cabin and I are immersed in a silent atmosphere. There are cobwebs among the trees, trapping some dew and waiting for the angle of the sun. When the dew evaporates, the spider can climb back and continue to weave his dreams. Am I not in the same mood as it?

The cool wind makes the hairstyle, and the crystal dew is full. When this feeling is transmitted to the pen tip, the deep heart will be filled with infinite respect and trust in nature.

Wang Cai began to wander when she was more than a month old. It doesn't know why, before that, the memory was blank.

That night, he staggered to the corner to pee, where he met a passerby and staggered to pee. He was drunk.

At that time, Wang Cai should be cute, like a plush ball.

Passerby A squatted down and touched his head. He said, little fellow, you are homeless. Come with me.

In this way, a little hairy ball and a drunk staggered away in the empty street at midnight.

Later, passerby A became the master of Wang Cai. Later, a passerby opened an inn on a distant hillside.

Life seems very leisurely.

Wang Cai basks in the sun at the door every day. When he is bored, he provokes passers-by in a hurry and whistles to stray dogs of the same sex and the opposite sex. Then I went to eat proudly.

Dogs with owners are undoubtedly happy. For example, it scared the passing children and girls to flee everywhere, chasing the passing skinny puppies and biting them ... Passerby A is responsible for all the consequences, and he compensates others for the losses, because he is its owner.

Of course, Wang Cai also has a responsibility: to protect the property of passers-by, that is, to prevent thieves.

But this guy really has nothing to protect. One night in the middle of the night, Wang Cai saw a thief sneaking into the door. He was too sleepy to pay attention to him. Soon I heard a tearing sound inside. Soon I met the thief who was stripped naked. He left dejected and swearing. The next day, I saw a passer-by wandering around in a thief's clothes.

Wang Cai understands why the shopkeeper doesn't put away the "welcome" sign at night: guests are welcome during the day and thieves are welcome at night.

So Wang Cai is too lazy to mind their own business.

This kind of life may be the legendary happiness. But eating is a big problem. Not enough to eat.

Passers-by methyl porridge is pickles every day, and the inn business is deserted. This is difficult for Wang Cai, whose ancestors were real carnivores.

Sometimes I have to smack my lips to remember the taste of meat.

On this day, passerby A came back humming a ditty, hiding his hand behind his back. It seems strange at first glance.

Sure enough, this guy scolded Wang Cai for standing outside the door and not being allowed to enter the house. Then put half a ham sausage and a salted duck egg on the table. Wang Cai's eyes suddenly turned red. It's meat!

Passerby A seems ready for a drink. Just as he turned to get the bottle, Wang Caiguo broke out and rushed to the table for a third of a second, swallowed ham sausage and salted duck eggs for a third of a second, and rushed back to the door for a third of a second.

The whole process took only a blink of an eye, that is, one second.

When passers-by rushed out shouting and waving a kitchen knife, Wang Cai was lying in the sun savoring the taste of ham sausage and salted duck eggs, which was similar to the taste of roast duck.

Passerby a never gives up. He opened Wang Cai's mouth and found nothing but fangs.

Wang Caishun yawned. In the resentment of passers-by, in the thick smell of roast duck and in the warm sunshine, he was sleepy.

I woke up and opened my eyes and found a passerby still staring at it. That look gives me the creeps.

Passerby A picked up Wang Cai, weighed him, pinched his scrawny hind legs, smiled meaningfully and entered the room.

Wang Cai is creepy. It knows how hard it is for an unattended man to stop him from eating meat and picking up girls. They will do anything for it.

Wang Cai sneaked into the house to see what he was doing.

Passerby A rummaged through everything and finally came up with a book, the cooking method of dog meat! ! !

Wang Cai escaped overnight.

It knows that there is a little girl living by the stream under the hillside.

It was dark and windy that night. Wang Cai sneaked into her yard, picked the biggest and fattest chicken in her house and killed it. Pick it up and run. In order to avoid the girl who came after him with a knife, he also learned to howl twice.

Sure enough, the girl has lit the lamp. When she heard the wolf howling, she blew it out again.

He trotted back to the inn (Wang Cai wouldn't betray his master) and put the chicken in front of a passerby. He was satisfied and stewed all night.

Seeing passerby A contentedly gnawing at the chicken neck, Wang Cai thought: If I don't give him this chicken, will he gnaw at my neck now? .........

The next day, before dawn, the girl who lives by the river knocked at the door.

Both Wang Cai and passers-by think this is a bad thing.

The girl was very excited when she came in. She said, do you know there are wolves here? She even went to my house last night, which scared me to death. One of my old hens with reed flowers was stolen. What a good chicken! She lays an egg every day ..... and she begins to wipe away her tears.

Wang Cai and passers-by looked at each other. Is this girl an alien? Or she is used to thinking with her feet. For example, now, she only needs to look at the chicken feathers on the ground and the chicken bones on the table, and she can understand what is going on with a little thinking. But she would rather believe the conclusion that the wolf stole the chicken, which she had thought about, confirmed and put in her mind.

In this case, passers-by stepped on the feather of Lu Hua chicken with a smile, sat at a table full of chicken bones, and discussed with the girl who lost Lu Hua chicken that the wolf stole the chicken.

Then, Wang Cai ate chicken bones with confidence and dozed off. I feel that this girl is too stupid to look straight.

But the truth is, women in this world are the most incomprehensible. If this woman still looks stupid and beautiful, then she is invincible.

Wang Cai woke up and found this. The girl smiled and listened to the story of the wolf told by passers-by, and was not afraid at all. Maybe she thinks there is a man and a fierce dog in the room, which is the safest place in the world. When the girl left, the man couldn't stand up and say goodbye: his legs were weak with fear because of his story, and his face was pale and he was caught in a war.

Passerby A and this girl had many bizarre stories later, and they fell asleep in Wang Cai.

Later, Niu Niu's family found her, and she was getting married, so she seldom came up to play.

The inn on the hillside and the wooden house by the stream are like two castles. Everyone has their own secrets, face to face. The appearance of aging and death.

When did this situation start? It seems to have been like this from the beginning, as if from the last moment. Anyway, it is now.

Is there a paradise in this world? Passerby A thought that in that spring afternoon, he stood on the hillside and saw a girl in red followed by a big black dog, which was a bit like walking in a colorful sea of flowers.

The cow got married the next day. It was windy that day.

A few lonely clouds in the sky, with white edges but black in the middle. They stay in the sky. Without the wind, they have no direction.

Wang Cai looked up at the clouds and looked down at a long Lincoln coming from the mountain in the distance. That's the float to pick up the girl.

It looks back at its owner.

Passerby A sat in front of the door and looked up at the mountain. Looking at the mountain for a long time like this, you will feel that the mountain is slowly pressing on your head.

Passerby A saw Wang Cai looking at him and said, What are you looking at? I don't have Lincoln.

Wang Cai continued to look at him. Passerby A said, I can't carry her.

Wang Cai still looked at him. Passerby A is thoughtful. Do you want our unicycle to push her up?

Wang Cai closed his eyes and dozed off.

This guy who can't sleep. Passers-by cursed and turned to look at the hut under the hillside.

In the distance, the girl in a white wedding dress stepped into the car door. I wonder if she has looked back here. But passerby A can clearly see that there are two little stars flashing in his eyes.

There is still no wind. White clouds, mountains and jungles are quietly watching all this.

Everyone seems to be waiting for something to happen, but they don't know what they are waiting for, because they don't know who the protagonist is.

Wang Cai knows who the protagonist is. But who let him be a passerby? What can you expect him to do in an instant?

Wang Cai and a passerby sat side by side on the hillside, watching the girl get married.

That girl is great. Wang Cai likes her a little.

However, Wang Cai still chose not to talk about person A, because he knew what he was going to lose.

It's best not to think about distant dreams. For example, eating meat, although Wang Cai really wants to eat meat, if he has no money, don't think about it, because it's useless to think about it, and it doesn't change the fact that he can't eat meat.

But they have unlimited freedom.

This freedom comes from not trying to catch something, so it will not be taken away by anything.

Who can tell that this is right? Anyway, Wang Cai thought it was a good feeling. So I took the lead in forgiving the indifference of passers-by.

Lincoln passed away.

Leave this godforsaken place and go to the distant world of mortals.

Even the back is gone. What are you looking at?

At this moment, a passerby said something that puzzled Wang Cai: I may never make such a beautiful car in my life.

Passerby A looks a little sad. I don't know if it's for that beautiful Lincoln or that ugly unicycle.

At night, passers-by lit bonfires on the hillside. He can't bless the girl in that distant city with fireworks. I don't know if it's for romance. Wang Cai thinks passers-by can't afford those things that burn money.

The girl's life is good, and a calm day indicates a safe and happy life.

Passerby A is drinking a bottle of Erguotou under the fire.

Seeing that he was so sad, Wang Cai really wanted to rush into the fire and bake him wine. But Wang Cai didn't do it.

Passerby A has nothing. Can't he have a dog?

He can give up everything.

But that's not giving up at all. He never did.

Passerby A may be a person who has no dreams or even doesn't want to dream.

But Wang Cai thinks he is kind.

Passerby A finally got drunk and fell asleep by the fire, like a baby.

He finally fell asleep quietly, perhaps had a bizarre dream, in which he tried his best to build a beautiful unicycle.

I hope that girl was not picked up by Lincoln when his unicycle was finished.

At this time, there was a wolf howling on the mountain, and there was really a wolf coming.

You can even see a little green light through the mountains. Wang Cai thinks it's really beautiful.

Wang Cai lay beside a passerby and fell asleep in the howl of a wolf.

In the dream, Wang Cai felt that he was also a wolf, a wolf from the desert, biting his cold teeth and rushing to that beautiful grassland.

Walking in is like walking on a winding mountain road. There are bridges, running water and crowds along the way. Along the way, you can see flowers, fruits and branches, as well as fish in the flowing water of small bridges. Along the way, I met a slate, a stone sill, or a flat lawn, a clean corridor, or sitting or lying down, and my thoughts and feelings were naturally changeable. Why did I laugh and cry sometimes? Let it go. Freedom, follow your heart.

Walking in is like walking into a winding Huaxi path, with a leisurely and elegant time. For example, the fragrance of green tea, a wisp of heart sound, a true feeling, a fragrance, a mellow, an elegant, are all silently tasting.

Walking in is like reading a big book. Her profundity and beauty attracted many prose lovers to the stage. Here, I seem to have heard the swan song of "The River of No Return" circulated through the ages, and I have seen the beautiful scenery of the south of the Yangtze River like a galaxy, apricot blossoms and spring rain, and the endless vastness of the wind and grass ... when a leisurely letter tour rings from my ear, when the drums and gongs of Yan' an ring, when the sad Shaanxi opera roars.

Walking in it is like wandering between picturesque mountains and rivers, which leads to the sigh of looking up at the peak and relaxing; Facing the vast Dongting, there will be a mind and mind of "worrying about the world first"; Facing the night, I gladly entered the house, and I poetically wrote the quatrain "The courtyard is as empty as water". Here you can realize that the three thatched cottages many years ago were immortal because of Du Fu. A maple bridge, famous for Zhang; The bridge across the water town in the south of the Yangtze River is not old, but it has smart power.

Dunhuang, where dust is buried under the yellow sand, is borderless because of its walkers; The West Lake broke the bridge and was brilliant because of the White Soviet Union. Baidicheng entrusted orphans, making people cry; The clarity of Taohuatan shines on Li Bai's free and easy. A generation of loyal people hold sticks, seven voyages to the west show the country's glory, the tomb of Wu is on the west side of the moon, and Suzhou gardens are unparalleled. Nature is thicker because of human nature.

Looking at the whole world outside China, the world's scenic spots come into view, with Cambridge water waves dyed green and the Paris Tower shining. Enjoy while walking and enjoy while singing. The beautiful scenery of nature is combined with ingenious poetry. After years of accumulation and lingering fragrance, history, nature and humanity are also integrated into one, materialized into flying beads and splashing jade, and cultivated people's temperament and mind.

Walking into Wan Li Road is like reading thousands of books. In reading, there will be eyes that discover beauty and capture the beauty of a place. Reading a good book is like talking to a wise man. Its profound philosophical thoughts are impressive. Similarly, the beautiful prose wandering in the natural scenery will also be guided by the author's clever words to browse the mountains and rivers and read the flowing water; Emancipate your mind, sing, and cultivate your own aesthetic taste and literary accomplishment.

As long as I have free time, I can't wait to click login and read prose works carefully. Gradually, a group of female prose writers became active in the school, which attracted my attention. In their prose works, women's personality, women's thoughts, women's eyes, women's emotions, women's melancholy, women's pursuit and women's yearning have all been poured in. If these female prose writers are separated separately, they all have their own unique features, characteristics and highlights. If we look at them as a whole, from the perspective of the title, conception, ideological connotation and understanding of life of their prose, the emotional narrative has the similarity of gentleness, delicacy, brilliance and beauty of women. One of the most striking is the tenderness generated in their prose works. Whether it is romance, love or homesickness, family affection constitutes the main theme of their prose works. After reading their prose works carefully, you can think of the little things we get along with women in our daily life. Love of beauty is a woman's patent, where there are women, there is beauty, and women are the condensation and display of beauty, the embodiment and endorsement of beauty. For example, in a public place, there are 100 women, and you can see that these women have 100 different styles of clothes and 100 different styles of women's bag. From this simple example, we can think that women's love for beauty is to show their beautiful charm through various kinds of beauty, form a beautiful ocean, and let you feel the beauty of the surrounding world. With a woman here, you can get the enjoyment and gift of beauty and impress people with beauty. The beauty of structure, words and artistic conception has become a beautiful scenery in the garden.

I envy them. They are not only excellent prose writers, but also editors who enthusiastically guide enthusiastic prose writers. They read and review manuscripts in obscurity, are keen on prose creation and recommend new prose writers without asking for anything in return. This is the best embodiment of their beauty. Because of this, their popularity is very strong. As soon as their prose works were published, the click rate was tens of thousands. They have a large readership and a wide readership. Their prose style seems to represent a trend of current prose creation.

Walking in, there is a place to know and know literary friends. I think, meet by chance, and get to know each other. Meeting and understanding need communication. Communication is so calm and natural. However, calm breeds waves and nature breeds sweetness. Perhaps it is the same ambition that leads to endless words, or it may be the same interest that makes each other feel a brief encounter. There is no love between flowers and the moon, and there is no other idea. Talking about the right and wrong in the world, laughing at the joys and sorrows of the world, endless parents' stories, endless bitterness and sweetness, no barriers, no obstacles, no taboos and no concealment. You can talk nonsense or speak freely. You can be serious or romantic. Love songs on earth are touching, and romantic comedies are full of passion. Too many * * * comrades have closely linked each other's hearts with the concept of harmony, and a wide range of * * * interests make everyone's feelings inseparable. There is no need for conspiracy or fear. There is no whispering or discussion here; Will not be the target of public criticism. As long as you have a conscience and don't lose your duty as a human being, you can take off your disguise, open your heart and even pour out your feelings without fear.

Yes, let's walk into the world of writing, let's breathe with the motherland, cheer for the people, praise the truth, goodness and beauty, and lash out at the false and ugly, and write about the prosperity of the motherland, the people's living and working in peace and contentment, let a hundred flowers blossom and the four seasons fragrance, and truly become the temple of online prose creation.

Essay Composition 4 Heart is sometimes like a mossy slate. It's too wet. You can't go in and I can't go out. A woman's heart has changed for no reason, so fast and so urgent, in this late night. The night is connected with the sky, and all the stars are gone. In the past, when I couldn't sleep, I liked to stand on the balcony, looking up at the sky, the moon and Chang 'e on the moon. Are you as lonely as me? I like counting stars. I will start with the nearest star on the moon. The first is Li Qingzhao, the second is Zhang Ailing, and who is the third?

Who cares? The small trees downstairs are swaying under the street lamp. Who can I show it to? The light rain beat the leaves, courted them and blinked. After only a short time, the leaves were moved to tears and cried in a big mess. In this late night, the late night of early summer! The door of the pub across the street creaked open and a sultry smell floated in from the window. Do you spend money to get drunk? The woman with long hair leans on her shoulder. It's good to be a modern woman. She has been the owner of her own house since liberation. No, pushing a cup for a change in the middle of the night has the momentum of "Oh, let a man with boldness of vision travel where he likes, and never point his golden cup at the moon"! .

In this late night, the late night of early summer! Unable to stand the excitement of this wine, I turned around and made a cup of coffee. I don't think I'm so petty and romantic, but I'm still lucky. Why don't people drink coffee every day? Aren't they happy? Is a cup of coffee happy? So happiness is as simple as that. In this late night, the late night of early summer! Who said, keep your words in your heart and tap the keyboard? Sometimes I think that words are really beautiful in my heart. Once I have this clumsy hand, how can it become less light?

I write my heart, and my heart expresses my feelings. When I am lonely, I want to knock on the keyboard. The click at night is particularly nice, and I whisper in words. Sometimes I talk endlessly, sometimes I bow my head and say nothing, and sometimes I am shy. In this late night, in the midsummer of early summer! (midnight on June 6th, 20xx)