How to write a quarterly composition?

1. Choose a season to write more than 500 words (how to write in winter) Jiangnan in spring is beautiful, the wind is soft, the air is fresh and the sun is warm; Wheat seedlings in the field are like the sea, scattered villages are unsinkable boats, criss-crossing winding rivers, willow branches by the river spit out buds, and reeds are green as soon as they come out; The calm river wakes up from the simplicity of winter and is covered with the color of nature.

First of all, the snow on the Chaoyang hillside is melting, slowly revealing the yellow and black land. Last year, snow water moistened the soil and soaked grass plants. The hibernating grass roots covered with snow wake up, forcefully and gradually push away the old grass plants and rotten leaves and struggle to grow up. At the same time, the seeds of plants and trees falling with the wind last autumn were also wrapped in wet soil, rooted in the grass and fought for their lives.

This year's solar terms are naturally a bit late, and butterflies are still very weak; Butterflies are so tall and straight when they are born. It seems that the world is really sweet and comforting.

There are only three or four white clouds in the sky, which are not too heavy. Swallows nail little black children to play on them. Nature in spring looks beautiful and happy, just like a girl looking forward to the future; The grass turned golden, and the autumn flowers showed their pale petals. Daisies rarely cut the grass with white eyes now, but the color is getting thicker, and the sun has tilted, allowing orange and sudden light to make long shiny traces slip into the Woods. These marks will soon pass like a robe dragged on the ground by a woman who said goodbye to you.

In February and March of spring, the light blew slightly, and it began to rain in Mao Mao inexplicably. Thousands of soft willows relaxed their yellow-green eyes, red, white and yellow flowers, green grass and green leaves all came like people at the fair, forming a brilliant spring. Those little swallows, so cute, so cute, also flew from the south. Wan Li is clear.

Miss Chun squinted in the sun. The new green leaves and the fog and smoke in the fields are like her clothes.

With the pace of her spring, the green grass broke through the ground and stood out almost with her feet. The climate in Xishuangbanna is like spring all year round, but spring is still the best season.

It was spring, and on the eve of the Dai Water-splashing Festival, we came to an olive dam called Emerald in Xishuangbanna. When we set foot on this land from the boat of Lancang River, we immediately felt as if we were in a natural tropical garden.

There are trees everywhere and flowers everywhere. Walking on the path between villages is like walking on a well-built tree-lined road, only the golden light of the sun shines through the cracks in the dense leaves.

Spring is surrounded by mountains, and it does not leak. The peach blossoms there are still in bloom; Wandering thin clouds fly from one peak to another, sometimes stopping for a while, in order to block the sun and teach the flowers and plants on the ground to avoid the threat of flames in its shadow.

The vines and other ferns grow in the shade under the rocks and beside the bottom of the mountain stream. Red, yellow, blue and purple grasses are dotted on the green.

Time is like a spinning wheel. Autumn has passed.

Winter has passed. The god of April comes with pleasure.

Butterflies are flying in groups, birds are singing in groups, and miscellaneous flowers are blooming in the treetops. At this time, the southern countries of chlorine and fluorine have been unable to carry strong vitality.

This is the season when all trees win glory. On the distant horizon, it is no longer the winter that stands tall.

Old leaves don't have to worship or make that tragic self-sacrifice to protect trees from the cold winter. Here, even in winter, the sunshine is as bright as gold, the rain is warm and abundant, and there are inexhaustible nutrients under the surface.

Ten thousand mu are dreaming their happy dreams in the breeze. Describe summer-describe the day of June 15 in summer. It's too hot.

As soon as the sun came out, the ground seemed to be on fire. Some Feiyun, like clouds, like fog and not like fog, are floating in the air, which makes people feel breathless.

There are cliffs, steep walls, fountains and grasslands, but what is even weirder is the sparkling ice lake. The bottom of the lake is blue, and the reflection of distant mountains floats on the lake.

In the evening, when the sunset glow disappears, you set up a tent on the grass by the lake, raise a pile of yellow fire, watch the stars in the ice lake in Ming Che, and watch the snow-capped mountains dyed red by yellow fire, and forget the heat of summer, as if you were in a mythical world. White clouds are slowly floating in the sky, and farmers in twos and threes are working hard on the vast land.

Gentle willows hang on the quiet river. The urchin by the river broke the silence by the river: "Look! Look! Loach! This little clam mold! " In the morning when flowers are in full bloom, shouts and laughter are floating, which makes people deeply feel the happiness of summer.

Describe autumn-describe the autumn rain hitting their faces. Piles of dark gray clouds hold the earth low.

It's already late autumn, all the trees in the endless forest are bare, and the old tree stands gloomy and brown moss covers its wrinkles. Ruthless autumn stripped them of their beautiful clothes, and they had to wither and stand there bald.

Autumn comes with the sound of fallen leaves, and the morning is fresh as dew. The sky exudes soft light, clear and ethereal, which makes people want to listen to the soaring songs of larks, just like looking at the blue sea and thinking of seeing a white sail.

Sunset is the wings of time. When it flies away, it will spread out for a while. So dusk.

The clear sky in late autumn is like an endless calm blue sea; Strong white light jumps in the air, just like microwaves on the sea; At the foot of the mountain, patches of sorghum are always swaying full heads, like fluctuating red water; However, the withered leaves painted the fields with withered colors. What a beautiful autumn! Here, it is no longer scorched earth and ashes. It is a bustling place, and Qian Shan is covered with red carpets.

Korean pine covered with elastic skins is still alive, standing proudly on the high rocks, whistling in the valley and flying slowly in the rice fields in vain. When the steep west wind brushes the sky higher and higher; When the stranger's child looks at the last south flying goose; When the boundless grass on the vast field is swaying and turning yellow-at this time, it is autumn, and it is the season when trees fall leaves.

Description of winter-Describe that the sky is full of stars in winter, and the frozen stars are frozen in the cold and dry air. The warm sunshine is here.

2. How to write the season in the composition "Season"

I miss the past, and the four seasons always sing like songs. When spring comes, there will be a scene of "peach withering"; When summer comes, there will be the vitality of "Xiao He just shows his horns"; As autumn approaches, there will be a poetic feeling of "a crane walking on the clouds in a clear sky"; When winter comes, there will be a charm of "the window contains autumn snow in Xiling for thousands of miles"

What kind of fun and what kind of life?

With you in the four seasons, the road of life is colorful, bees are busy dancing butterflies and flowers are everywhere.

What about now?

Tall buildings rise from the ground, and grass in spring has no place to stand; The land is cemented, and there is no flowing river bed in summer streams; Cleaners sweep frequently, and autumn leaves have no roots; There are more people sweeping snow, and there is no melting house in winter snow.

There are more chimneys in the factory, more trees are tall and straight, the avenue in the mountain is wide and the path is quiet.

Oh, poor us. Whether it is cold or hot, office workers always have air conditioners to adjust the indoor temperature. The office seems to be called "four seasons like spring", but you can't see how dirty the air is inside!

An actor must wear a winter cotton-padded jacket on a hot summer day and smile at the camera, looking "very warm". It's obviously snowing outside, and she has to wear cool summer clothes to perform on stage to show the taste of summer.

Poor man!

Season, so it is out of place with them. Seasons are hard to get close to them, but some of them spread out the seasons with a wave of their hands.

Some people pursue wealth, status and fame, so they hate the four seasons. All the year round, as long as you can wear a suit, pay attention to yourself. These people are the people that the season should abandon!

However, the vast majority of people are poor. They like the four seasons, but there is no time to meet and play with them on the work schedule. They were forced to leave this season.

Can you not pity them?

When will there be a time like Li Qingzhao and her friends "fighting for crossing, fighting for crossing and opening a beach of gulls and herons"? When will I have the opportunity to go to Yuanye Bridge to enjoy the coolness of "no need to return to the oblique wind and drizzle"?

Cities were built one after another. Why not leave a space for the season in the city? Don't just let the season pass in the rice fields, but also let the season accompany people in the city.

Miss the past and look forward to tomorrow. I hope that tomorrow, this season will take root, sprout, blossom and sing like a song in the city.

3. Write the composition of any season softly, and the breath of spring is so close to the skin. Dewdrops stayed. They landed on the tip of the leaf and refused to slide down. And the color of spring, bright and light. Don't be too anxious, move your steps slowly, leaving a fresh trace, like a touch of paint in spring. I am afraid to disturb some dreams and whispers, or I am afraid that the fingers of spring will tickle somewhere in my heart, and I am afraid that some people and things will disturb my thoughts. Walk slowly, walk slowly. ...

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The first bird song came from the other side of the forest, crisp and loud. It was the sound of spring, the green vibrato, which shocked my footsteps, alarmed the first drop of dew, splashed the forehead of the soil and panicked. The second birdsong is close at hand, coming from a certain direction overhead, among the leaves, in the bud, and freely along the branches. Then, the third sound, the fourth sound ... the whole forest was full of excitement.

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Lying in the palm of spring, let the sunshine touch you so wantonly. In sparse Ye Er, the sunshine turns into gold thread, weaving dazzling patterns, hanging between me and spring. The grass has stood up and staggered, trying to express itself in the embrace of sunshine and perform a scrambling dance. In this way, the sunshine gradually smiled.

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Next to an unknown flower, staring at everything. Look at me with grass and sunshine. Small petals, faint rehmannia. Hiding in the grass, I am not eager for competition, but inadvertently reveal the pride of spring. I looked back at Xiaohua, expecting a spring conversation with her, but her thin body was hidden in the lush bushes. A breeze blew, but she hid deeper and flashed, walking all the way out of the Woods in the green grass.

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Outside the Woods is a river, my mother river. The river is rising, saturated with white pebbles, approaching me step by step and approaching the island full of spring. She has forgotten the cold last winter and the embarrassment of almost showing her spine. Singing softly, slowly flowing forward, with the breath of spring, reflecting the golden color on the other side of the river, so comfortable and so publicity.

4. Write a 400-word composition about seasons.

The gorgeous four seasons and autumn colors are the most beautiful.

Spring, summer, autumn and winter, with four distinct seasons, are the most beautiful scenery endowed by nature. Flowers are fragrant in spring, sunny in summer, Ye Er in autumn and snow and frost in winter; Spring is prosperous, summer is lush, autumn is gorgeous and winter is pure; Spring is vigorous, summer is noisy, autumn is lofty and winter is quiet; There are flowers in spring, moons in autumn, cool breeze in summer and snow in winter. American famous sentences describing the four seasons, just like the changing seasons, have their own aesthetic feeling and charm. Everything the elder said is ready. In my mind, autumn scenery is the most beautiful of the four seasons.

Everything is complacent in the wait and see. The so-called poetic style is nothing more than natural beauty in spring, summer, autumn and winter. Only those who know how to appreciate can appreciate its beauty. Autumn scenery is the most poetic. Lush trees, blooming flowers and thick grass. Lush plants and beautiful scenery are the beautiful world endowed by nature. It's really intoxicating and haunting. Birds in the forest, butterflies in the flowers and dragonflies on the grass represent the songs of life. Listening to cicadas in the forest, enjoying lotus flowers in Chi Pan and boating on the lake are the best enjoyment. There is a cool autumn wind blowing head-on, and it feels so comfortable and amazing. The starry autumn night, the bright moon, the bright starry sky and the breeze bring people a lot of reverie and fantasy, which can't help but make people feel deeply moved. How many beautiful scrolls are painted by how many painters, and how many touching poems are written by how many literati and poets. It's really picturesque and fascinating.

The scenery in autumn is beautiful, charming and colorful. Autumn is the harvest season, which brings people the joy of harvest. Everything is mature, fruitful, beaming and happy in my heart. Round orange persimmons hang on trees; Golden pear fruit, covered with branches. Snow-white cotton is like a sea of clouds, yellow corn is piled in the yard, bright red peppers are hung in front of the window, and crisp red dates are hung on the trees. The sun is shining, the breeze is blowing gently, the mountains are everywhere, and the land is autumn scenery. Can such a beautiful autumn be beautiful? The beauty of autumn scenery can be appreciated not only with eyes, but also with ears. You can also chew with your mouth and feel with your heart. Otherwise, people say "spring flowers and autumn fruits"?

The beauty of autumn scenery is a bleak beauty. Autumn is the season when the autumn wind is bleak, all trees fall leaves and all flowers wither. "An autumn leaf, a little banana and a little sorrow". The word "autumn" plus "heart" becomes "sorrow". Therefore, autumn is always nostalgic and full of melancholy. Liu Yuxi, a great writer in the Tang Dynasty, wrote a poem: "When the autumn wind comes, the geese will be sent in the rustling, and the lonely guests will smell it first in the morning." In the classic Dream of Red Mansions, there is also a saying that "autumn window is endless, and autumn rain can help desolation". The fruit has experienced wind and rain, showed its true colors, fulfilled its mission, brought joy to people, but dedicated itself. The leaves are yellow and the maple leaves are red, which looks good, but the autumn wind blows slightly, and the leaves pile up and become fertilizer to nourish the roots; Flowers also bloom brilliantly at the last moment, releasing beauty. Wait for it to wither together, wither together. For flowers, as long as they can bloom, even for a short moment, they will not live up to this life. In fact, isn't it the same in a person's life?

The world is not perfect. Whether it is flowers in spring, fruits in summer, fruits in autumn or grass in winter. Their growth is not smooth sailing, and there are always shortcomings of one kind or another. But they all worked hard, struggled, persisted and flourished. Although bleak, it is beautiful. I have always liked Tagore's poem, "Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves." I appreciate the saying, "Even the last sunset at dusk will shine brilliantly. It is the last struggle unwilling to degenerate and sink, and it is also a pursuit of active love for the supreme life. It doesn't care that it will be covered by green hills in the end. Perhaps this is what nature wants to tell people about life. "

Autumn scenery is the most beautiful of the four seasons. It not only brings people beautiful enjoyment, but also brings people wonderful feelings. Friend, are you right?

5. Help me write a seasonal composition. I copied it. Don't take it personally.

1. The suffocation in spring. What kind of breath it will be, the shock that broke out in my mind with almost suffocating eyes; It is because of the awakening of spring, because of the falling ice in the window corner, and because of the falling snow on the upper floor of the street. You can feel the consciousness of spring with the soles of your feet. Hard thin ice is gradually eroded by warm warmth, and the sole becomes soft and dull from a shallow depression; The chill deposited in it will be completely scooped up by the vast blue sky.

When the light of the sun began to shine, the brisk pace splashed crystal water smoothly. At this time, the streets are churning like the ocean, and the sound of ice breaking is in a tit-for-tat contest with the hands of death, who ravaged a winter with the yearning of the people and the inevitable melting at high temperature.

Because of the light, the gloomy clouds that sink in the bottom of my heart will gradually evaporate or dissolve, and will flow to the moisture in my bones in a subtle way, and another spring day will come. The consciousness of early spring does not exist in every thought. Vendors selling a large number of black melon seeds on the street will sigh and point to the melting snow water in the sun and say, "In the sun, it will become soft;" In the shadows, they are still stubborn and cruel. "

As he spoke, he shook the melon seeds in the bag from time to time, thinking about letting the wet and cold out and keeping the original dry and crisp shell. Hard-working hands are rough and broad, covered with black mud lines, and dry fingers are like ice melted in the sun, still keeping a sharp shape.

But in fact, compared with the light and brisk pedestrians in the street, fur-turned hats and heavy cotton-padded clothes stomp and tremble in intertwined hands, sending a more anxious call to the still distant spring. It comes from a hard life and a life of struggling to yield, and with the only extravagant hope, it sends a howl as miserable as the bone marrow to the mother who gave birth to everything.

How suffocating it will be, the warm sunshine quietly walks through the low street corner under the eaves, and with the light of one season, it illuminates the world more widely. Although, it can't penetrate gloomy masonry and disintegrate the pedantic bell of another century; But will, will warm the voice of the world with fearless love; Slowly, but completely suffocated all the dark shadows.

At the end of spring, Liu in the wind is diligent, while Liu on the road is superficial. What does Ann have? When I saw the sky, I suddenly felt empty. When asked, I saw Bai Ou's group turning over; So full of melancholy, I wish a skyfire would fall and fly away with my soul.

This spring has finally passed, because of the fluttering of sheep and the warmth of the sky, I think the cold wind in one room will always pass. It's just that the heart is warm or not, not what the heart wants, and I can get it if the sky remains the same; Just put down your baggage and go to the next line under the window.

This year, I went to Liu's, and this year there were red willows everywhere. Whenever catkins float, some people stare at the lush green leaves, and some people ignore the color changes in spring and summer. But the floc is still floating, and it is idle or becomes velvet when walking.

Flour is like snow, but it is not snow. No snow, wet and cold, lost noble demeanor. However, it is lighter, calmer and more carefree. Looking at the forest edge, roadside, eyebrows and branches, you can see flying flocks everywhere; The size of snowflakes is determined by the density of clouds, but flying sheep are different when they hug in mid-air.

Whenever the willow branches beat the catkins, it is the beginning of the lilac withering in the city. Walking on the road, thousands of clusters of lilacs have gathered and shrunk, turning yellow and withered; But when I looked up, I felt that the withered petals also contained a kind of beauty.

It is no longer a full and slender flower shape gathered on the branches, but like a new fragrance of a tree blooming again. It is weak and elegant, but it still flourishes. Although the flowers have withered, they have not completely covered the roadside, because clusters of pale yellow petals can be seen on the branches, but they feel that the earth is also infected with flowers.

It is a kind of almost incomplete beauty, beautiful and quiet, which makes the mind clean. Catkin has risen, thinking that the day when flowers fall with flowers will be between morning and evening; Because of their appearance, they are telling people who are afraid of cold spring: "Summer is coming, the warm wind blows away your skirt, and the burning sun burns your cold;" Before the hot day comes, let your heart fly with me, float over the eaves and fall on the pavilions, tear off the green leaves from the branches for a while, and smooth the clothes all over the street for a while; You can also calm down and watch the travelers in a hurry by the railing for a while, or you can go straight into the sky with the wind, making a cloud happier than a bird.

If you don't want to join us, you might as well twist us into a ball, watch us March in the wind, disturb the ankles of leisurely walks, and have fun with unintentional people; Hi, summer is coming. Come with us if you have a heart. "Flocculent is white, lighter than snow, and can swim freely than clouds; Nothing in the world is better than what they learned for the first time, and the joys and sorrows in the world are better than what they can treat lightly.

Light also with it, heavy also with it, by people think, let people think. If it lands on the other side of the river, make a boat and run away, find the place you miss and go to the person you miss.

If it is lit by a naughty child with fire, it will turn the viewer's soul into light dust and wash the viewer's sadness into dust; All gone with the wind, leaving no trace. When I was walking leisurely, I suddenly hesitated, settled down physically and mentally, and slowly raised my hand to pick up a little trifle, which means that I dare not be tempted, dare not think, and only feel the gentle touch of flour and roll steadily.

You will know that there is a trace of warmth in the silk, which is the heat of the sun; Although it is not blazing, it can warm the cold heart; And let it go, with warm eyes will follow the flour to the ends of the earth. .

6. Write a composition of more than 600 words with the theme of "There is always my season".