Junde's Random Composition

In real life or work and study, when it comes to composition, everyone is certainly familiar with it. Composition is a style composed of words, which expresses a theme through language organization after people's ideological consideration. How to write a composition to avoid stepping on thunder? The following is my collection of spring essays, hoping to help everyone.

Random thoughts on spring 1 Spring blossoms, spring breeze blows, spring comes with the seeds of sunshine in our joy, spring is shedding tears of happiness and pouring out my own beauty, and the fairy tale of chasing dreams in spring comes to us gently.

Walking in the street, looking at the blooming flowers and pink smiling faces of azaleas; Clivia's elegant posture and noble fragrance of orchids make my eyes bloom again and again. Winter is quiet because of snow, and spring is quiet because of flowers.

In spring, a tooth grows on the branch and a song is written on each flower. Spring fills everyone's face, feeling the embrace of spring, feeling the green life of spring, and excited tears slowly pass over their faces.

In a cloud in spring, I found that life is a blue ocean. In a wisp of kitchen smoke in spring, I saw deep wrinkles on my mother's face. I heard my father's heavy voice in the spring sunshine. Spring grass is hope, spring flowers are hope, spring trees are hope, spring is the season to revive life, and spring is also the season to sow hope.

In the morning, in the twilight, in the fields, in the mountains, in the cities and on the country roads, people's smiling faces, people's figures, songs, hopes and happiness are everywhere.

In spring, some people describe fairy tales, some describe love, some sing, some are quiet, some are wild, some are happy, some are sad and some are happy.

Poetry in spring is beautiful, dreams in spring are sweet, and the pace in spring is faster. Listening to the sound of spring is a deep follow-up, chasing the shadow of spring, smiling and expecting.

Spring is the beginning of a year, which brings people vitality, hope, beauty and warmth. I like the scene of digging wild vegetables in spring with my mother on my arm when I was a child. I like climbing mountains with my father in spring, watching the spring flowers on the mountain, watching the clouds in the distance, watching the water nearby, listening to the running water and feeling the mountains. I always feel that it is the most beautiful realm of life.

In spring, I plant hope in my heart and give myself a warm happiness.

In spring, I scatter my happiness in my heart and give myself a warm sweetness.

In spring, I hide my love in my heart and give myself a satisfactory life answer sheet.

Casual composition in spring II. Walking in the garden of a school, full of green is full of pink and white flowers, the sun is shining, and there is a lively and fresh atmosphere everywhere. Therefore, we can imagine that although spring is dusk, it has also taken shape brilliantly. At this time, there is a hazy mist between the mountains and valleys. When this gentle fog curtain is pulled open, we can clearly see the ten thousand flowers in full bloom on the vilen and the embellishment of green grass, which is amazing and beautiful. The land is splendid, with mountains and rivers vying for each other and boundless beauty.

Although spring is the sweetest season of the year, she won't stay. At the first sight of spring, Ran Ran passed. Yes, even if spring is pleasant and beautiful, you and I can't keep it, and the immortal spring will soon pass away. So the poet has a touching poem that cherishes and hurts spring:

There are thousands of weeping willows outside the building. If you want to be young, go there if you live less in spring. You are floating catkins in front of the wind and follow the spring to see where you go.

Green mountains and green waters smell Du Yu, so it is heartless, and Mo Ye is sad. Let alone send wine in spring, it rains at dusk.

It is better to eliminate several storms and hurry back to spring. Cherish spring and hate early flowers, not to mention countless red flowers.

Live in spring! See, Tianya Cao Fang lost his way. The only way to complain about the silence in spring is to be diligent, draw cobwebs on the eaves, and release sheep in Yogyakarta by all means.

Looking back at the charm of March, the charm of April, and the fullness of mid-spring like a meager shadow, she was not alert when she came, but when she was shocked, she had already gone away ... This seems to be the law of this world: everything perfect is not easy to grasp, the eternal yearning hidden in her heart, all silent melodies, and the love knot flowing in life are changing and growing. Sunshine or warm rain may make people happy. It's sunny today. I walked all the way on a carpet paved with golden sunshine and green grass, which was dotted with falling petals. An unspeakable sadness still permeates the bottom of my heart and slowly infiltrates the whole body. Send spring away, for spring can't go to the world. ...

In a blink of an eye, the long summer solar term has arrived, nearly half of the fiery May Day, and spring has grown old. Even if the flowers in late spring are gone, the flowers are gone. Once they are gone, we will have an ocean of green leaves. Green is the first syllable of spring. From light green in early spring to green in mid-spring to lush in late spring. In the leisurely shade, we will experience a quiet and hot summer.

I took the camera and, like a dream, broke into the whole beautiful world.

It is a lovely blue flower called "Arabic Veronica". Although the name is "mother-in-law", it is gorgeous, lovely and charming against the background of green leaves. In a piece of green grass, only it holds its head high and exudes self-confidence and unique charm. Isn't this a kind of scenery? I picked up the camera and recorded this confident little flower. Just a few steps later, I was attracted by a wisp of fragrance again. If there is a faint fragrance, it is quietly immersed in people's hearts. What is the fragrance? I'll find it at once. Ah! It turned out to be wintersweet. I saw a bright yellow tree with bright eyes. The green leaves of the stars just stand quietly, but they are all scented, which reminds me of Lu You's "Bu Operator". "Yongmei" is "scattered into mud, crushed into dust, and only the fragrance remains." The wintersweet here does not have the tragic fate of plum blossoms in the poem. They are happy, blossom and fall, and "turn into spring mud to protect flowers." I smiled and recorded this sunshine elf in the camera.

Somehow, my heart suddenly opened.

I saw the little girl feeding the stray dog; Grandma steamed hot steamed buns; My sister almost fell down, just to give my uncle hot food ... "Click, click" the sound of the camera kept ringing, and the smile on my mouth became deeper and deeper. What a wonderful world!

The roar of the car is full of the joy of going home during the Spring Festival; On the blue tile white wall, there is a full and beaming red; The joy and expectation in the eyes of urchins, the blooming flowers and the blooming buds, which do not bloom with the beauty of spring? Did not shake the beauty of spring? Doesn't it mark the arrival of spring? The hot and emotional smell of food is so beautiful ... even if all the senses are mobilized, the beauty of early spring can't be seen! When the spring breeze blows, every pore is contaminated with the breath of spring, and every breath is full of the heart. A happy smile is displayed on everyone's face, and the strong flavor of the year is inseparable. Meeting with relatives is happy and warm in my heart.

Holding a camera, like a dream, I broke into the whole beautiful world now. I can embrace nature and beauty with open arms, and beauty and laughter will unconsciously rub into my heart. This feeling is really unprecedented!

I'm looking forward to spring before the chill of winter disappears. Spring is the first season of the year. She grows grass and flies, and willows brush the embankment. Spring is the warmest season of the year. It awakens everything and nourishes everything as crisp. Spring is the most beautiful season of the year. She is colorful and blue. Spring is the most delicious in a year. In season, she is as green as blue and falling flowers like rain.

Spring has finally arrived in my expectation. I reached out and touched her wet hair tip; I closed my eyes and felt her warm breath. She is like a pure girl, bringing warmth and beauty to the world.

Early spring is beautiful. She came so quietly and quietly, as if she couldn't bear to wake the sleeping grass. Vegetation sprouted everywhere, misty and rainy, peach blossoms in full bloom, willow trees spitting green; There are more kites in the sky, more smiling faces of children, songs and laughter echoing in the spring breeze, and flowers are blooming everywhere. Who is the messenger of this spring? I'm trying to find it. Ah! I saw it and heard it. It's peach blossoms on the shore, spring ducks in the water, swallows with mud in their mouths, budding buds and the chirping of insects and birds.

Midspring is beautiful. Her arrival is so warm and fresh. The sun is shining everywhere, the warm wind is blowing gently, the flowers are blooming, and the willows are lingering; Bald branches in early spring have been covered with finely divided leaves; People have already taken off their sweaters to keep out the cold and dressed themselves to the fullest; Flowers are in full bloom in the park; The fields are lush and vibrant; How striking the girls' dresses are; Boys' shirts and ties look so energetic. At this time, you will really feel what is full of vitality and what is bright and charming.

Late spring is worth remembering. She is misty and rainy, catkins are flying, green fruits are covered with branches, and falling flowers are everywhere. She is the season of soul awakening, emotional germination, surging thoughts and vigorous life. Although spring is beautiful, it is short-lived. She came quietly and went quietly, giving people a surprise and leaving a aftertaste. Spring is short and fleeting. If you catch her, she belongs to you. If you can't catch her, she will slip through your fingers.

We should seize the spring, grasp the spring, enjoy the sunshine and feel the vitality of spring. We should seize the opportunity, spring blossoms and autumn fruits, and seize the opportunity to enrich ourselves. We can't wait for the spring of life to pass away, leaving only regrets and sighs!

Essay in Spring 5 The breeze sends water, the clouds are low, and the fragrance in the night brings Shan Yu.

The rain knocked on the eaves, dripping and pink like spring work.

Starting with the eight petals of cherry blossoms held by classmates in the book, the spring rain filled the sky, thunder began, and countless flowers flew in. Zhan Yan's peach blossoms became sacrifices for the birth of new buds. Thunder and lightning outside the window, branches struggling on the windowsill, the wind dripping down from the window cracks with a hint of coolness, as smart and long as a whistle. It rained wantonly and filled the sky in an instant. Just listening to the rain scares me-does this reveal the truth of nature: but every new life is always accompanied by tears and love?

After the rain stopped, the sky was clear and natural, and even breathing was refreshing. The trees in the cherry blossom garden are full of pink flowers overnight, just like a thousand birds resting on the branches. Grass is dripping green, and rain, like the twinkling light of stars, is embedded in layers of green, so green that people can see it. Layers of brightness. How can it be so green! If it is green, it must be the cry of a newborn child; If it is the crystallization of yellow and blue, it must be the most exquisite sunshine at seven o'clock in the morning and the Liao blue hand after light dust. Standing on tiptoe under the cherry tree, heavy flowers hang the branches in a hazy fog, and the breeze blows like snow. Although catkin is white, it is better than its fragrance. "The road is hidden, between Xue Hai."

Standing on the promenade, I reached out and hooked countless spring fruits of osmanthus trees, and the tender green fruits were full and round. Glancing at the brown buds, I realized that spring is not only a new life, but also a harvest. Birds stay motionless on the lampshade of the road, and people don't hide when they come. Their black eyes looked at me fearlessly. "What are you looking at!" I pretended to be angry, and it turned its head proudly and flapped its wings and flew away.

The soil is soft and fresh, and the residual leaves under the rain helplessly lean against the small clods, and the thoughts move, picking up the sparse dead branches and inserting them into the soil. I can't learn the elegance of burying flowers, but I also enjoy myself.

The water in the square pond is slowly rippling, and the fragrant and elegant petals of Magnolia are exposed in the wind, giving people the illusion of a quiet and beautiful time.

Illusion, of course. Spring is coming, the enthusiasm and intensity of summer are looming, leisure is getting less and less, the wind is getting warmer and warmer, and I take a nap on a book. My dream is shining.

When I wake up, my winter clothes are a little hot, spring flowers are blooming outside the window, and birds are singing and sighing. Fortunately, spring is still here.

Random Composition in Spring 6 Spring has come.

Pulling open the silver-gray curtain, a string of spring scenery came in, silky and sharp, entered my room, pierced my chest and shone into the deep valley of my heart.

Everything seems to have just been awakened by spring. They haven't completely opened their sleepy eyes, just yawned and stretched themselves. But the earth is unwilling to be lonely, and a little new green appears early, broadcasting the information of spring as soon as possible. The faint green on the earth is looming, which makes people feel a little blurred, but they can also be intoxicated.

Sitting in front of the window, taking a sip of spring tea and leafing through a collection of ancient poems on a desk full of tea fragrance. The ancients had a special feeling for spring, either happy or sad, or hopeful or sad. From the surprise of meeting the spring curtain in Bai Juyi's Flowers are more and more beautiful, only shallow grass can have no horseshoe sound, to the hatred of spring in Li Yu's How much sorrow can you have, just like a river flowing eastward, and to the exquisite artistic conception in Han Yu's Rain in the sky is crisp, and the grass is near and colorless, the most unforgettable thing is the milk sound at the age of three.

Gently put down the ancient thoughts of spring and look out of the window. The swaying willows echo the feelings of spring girls; Foggy green, swaying children's romantic fantasies about spring; There is a delicate youth life in misty rain; In the deep alley, there is a faint sadness of the castle girl.

"Jasper makeup into a tree high, hanging green silk sash in ten thousand. I don't know who cut the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors. " A young reading voice interrupted my thoughts, so I listened attentively. How familiar I am! Many years ago, my father took me to Liushulin to enjoy the thin leaves cut by the spring breeze in February. My doubts, my laughter and my fantasies have all become thin leaves of memory in the willows. Spring goes on and on, year after year, and the spring breeze blows again and again, but childhood is gone forever. Memories are just thoughts. What we can do now is to live well next spring.

Spring, that's all. From the feelings of the ancients, from the swaying willows, from the faint sadness of my daughter's home, from the spring breeze in February, from my distant memories. Early spring fantasy, early spring vision, early spring hope, early spring memories-began.

Take a sip of spring tea, realize spring thoughts and take a look at spring scenery. The window of the soul is green, and the corners of the mouth are bent, thinking: spring is coming!

Essay composition in spring 7 holding a pen to meditate, but nowhere to write. There is a pile of empty paper on the table. A few hours have passed since the early hours of the morning, and I still have nothing. Exhausted, I stepped across the window, and the willows outside the window had become tall and straight. Was it not a seedling yesterday? How time flies. However, this path has not left any trace, which makes people wonder whether it has really been here.

After noon, the sun shines on the earth, and everything obeys its feet. I'm still hiding in the house, staring at everything outside the window, ah! What changes have taken place? Why is there a child beside Aunt Yang? Isn't there only one pregnant woman walking on this path in yesterday's scenery? How did the baby come so fast? Can't wait? Or have you come here in a daze these days and never noticed? No wonder, in my heart, it is obviously the seed sown yesterday. Why is it blooming today? It's incredible. The days of walking dead make me feel on pins and needles. How much time do I have if I calculate by this? In the alternation of night and day, in the invisible passage of time, how short my life seems and how hasty I am to follow the footsteps of life?

I am a thinking person, especially when everything is taking a nap. All the joys, sorrows, loves and hates in my life are like water that has opened the floodgate and flooded all of me.

I still stood stupefied outside the window, looking at the infinite distant sky, facing the blazing sun, thinking about people I know and don't know in my life, and thinking about myself.

I think I'm standing here today, maybe I'll be standing here in ten or twenty years, but I was in my prime at that time and probably married. What if it's twenty years later? Will I still be standing here? Will you still think about life in this cranky way?

Maybe life is like this. Birth, growth, aging and death are like a straight line. No matter who you are, what role you play and how tenacious your vitality is, you can never overcome the laws of nature. The old generation fell, and the new generation was stubborn. This is metabolism. Because people are just passers-by between heaven and earth, they have lived in this colorful world for decades and will leave. No matter how successful and wonderful your process is, you are always born to die.

Random thoughts on spring eighth. The breeze swept across the lake, the fish rippled on the water, and the river showed great vitality. It's another year of grass green, so year after year, it's always new, and spring can always give birth to new life.

Traveling lightly, with a good mood, I ran to the river to find a lush green, quietly enjoying the beauty in the green eyes. Leaning against a not-so-big tree, watching the sunshine slip through the cracks in the leaves and watching the breath of spring spread happily between heaven and earth. Sometimes, I also fantasize about a house facing the sea and blooming in spring, but my hometown is not by the sea. This is just a small town near the water. That water is canal water, carrying pieces of blown gold flowing in the water, as if to convey the warmth of spring, making it fall red all over the city. Although I am a little lost in the fragrance in the sleeves that the west wind once added, the fish don't think so. They dive deeper with vigilance to avoid the fear of falling red and the various eyes of tourists.

Although it is a warmer spring, the river flows through the fingertips, and the coolness still spreads, refreshing and sweeping the whole body. I picked up some petals in the river and felt inexplicably sad. Looking at the mirror of the canal, everything seems to be true, but nothing is true: the characters' left hand becomes their right hand, the flowers on the left bank act as the spring scenery on the right bank, and the small house that should have turned into a steel jungle should not be there, but the friends who should have traveled have gone their separate ways. I was silent.

The wind is very light, overflowing from the river not far away, with the unique fragrance of flowers in spring. Crisp birdsong mixed with slight noise. Listen carefully, and you can hear the occasional roar of passing cars. I know, but under the impetus of steel machines, some things can't stay any longer. There is no "tick-tock" sound of water drops dripping under the eaves after the lingering spring rain, no blue stones covered with thick moss on the banks of the river, no laughter of picking fruits in groups of three, no muddy footprints left in the humid air, and no companions running around screaming and waving branches. No, no.

It's another spring, and the green grass fluctuates into waves in the wind, such as the tide, bringing fresh soil left after yesterday's rain. I ran to the river because I didn't want to go to the park. Anyway, I want to go for an outing and I don't like going to the park, because the trees there are short and colorless, and their roots are all confined by cement. It is better to lean over and smell it carefully and watch the dew slide down the arc of the perfect leaf, which is also a touching joy. However, the grass in my childhood memory. After the alley was washed away by time, only a little broken walls was left for people to remember. I can't help but sigh: the place that can make us lost has been eliminated again.

Spring water is still walking quietly, flowers continue to be brilliant but have no heart, leaving only: heartache falls silent.