Ren Jian siyuetian composition

No matter in school or in society, everyone has tried to write a composition, which can bring our scattered thoughts together. Do you know how to write a good composition? The following is my carefully compiled model essay on April Day on Earth. Welcome to reading. I hope you will like it.

Shima left-without waving his sleeves or taking away a cloud, some might just be the phoenix nirvana when the plane caught fire.

Gone forever, quietly, but he also left a lot. His love, his hate, his description of the world, his life like water.

He is very persistent about love. His heart is like the smart lake of Qiandao Lake, but it maintains a unique life color all the year round.

The combination with Zhang Youyi is a dissonant variation in that short and happy life. The persecution of the family brought two people who had no feelings together. Zhimo sighed, but he didn't know who to tell. After all, there are very few close people. But he was lucky. In Cambridge, he met the most important person in his life-Lin. She knew him, she understood him, and his almost pitying fate poured into a clear spring. He jumped. Like a child, he found love. She rowed with him on the He Kang River and she played the piano for him. Everything is so beautiful, he is almost announcing to the world that he is the happiest.

However, because Yin Hui left him, Zhimo was confused. In the afterglow of the sunset, he sat alone in the bow, recalling the beauty of the past. He couldn't help yelling at the sky: "Sentimentality is wrong, is sentimentality wrong?" In fact, Zhimo understands that Yin Hui just wants to live a plain life. He can't give all this. He has a baby and two children.

Shima got lost, but he woke up. He wants to find his love. In London, England, he divorced the young Yi. He wants to inject a warm and hazy steam into his withered life. Maybe it was meant to be. What you lose is what you gain. He met Lu Xiaoman, a married woman. But this does not prevent them from knowing each other and loving each other. How much longing for Mo Chi and love is left in Love Xiao Mei? She is a woman who dares to challenge; So they combined.

Zhimo can be said to have found a life for love and lived a life for love. His life is as blue as water, and his pursuit is as smart as water. A few wisps of breeze pass by and gently ripple, but the government in the deep heart always hides the blue life in three different periods. With young musical instruments, it is the trough of water waves. He doesn't love her, but he owns her. In Yin Hui, this is the climax of water waves. He loves her, but he can't take care of her all his life. With Xiaoman, the calm water ripples slightly. He loves her. He's with her.

Zhi Mo, a poet made of water in old China, gave a sunny day to the country of love-April day on earth.

When spring returns to the earth, the breeze caresses people's faces and brings gentle comfort. Snow turns into a clear and transparent stream, which grows on thick roots and opens on high branches. In this vibrant and pleasant April day, he quietly and quietly came to my side.

When a cry of "wow" came from my mother's side, I was like a dream, listening to the sweet voice. I can't believe that it was my closest relative, my brother, who met me in April.

As soon as he narrowed his eyes, I rushed forward to hold his tender little hand. He gave me a suspicious look and I smiled back. He smiled brilliantly for the first time. In April, we smiled at each other. I went out and he cried. Soon after, I came back. I wiped my eyes blurred by tears with my tender little hand and giggled again. Perhaps this is the indissoluble bond between us!

He began to babble, and the first sentence he said was "Sister", and my eyes filled with tears. I chased him who just learned to run, and we ran around the house. I pretended to fall, and his crisp laughter echoed in my ears for a long time.

He grew up, went to kindergarten, became sensible, respected teachers, observed discipline and saved water. But at night, he stuck to me like a piece of gum, and I couldn't sleep. He sang a lullaby for me. Although he is a "rock school", my heart is deeply moved by him. I feel very cold. He seems to have read my mind and moved over, hoping to give him a hug to keep warm. I met a sad thing. He always knew before others and comforted me gently. Perhaps, our fate is deeper than anyone.

The wind dispersed the clouds, the stars flashed in the night sky, and the drizzle sprinkled in front of the flowers. This is an April day on earth.

He, who gives me love, warmth and hope, is my April day.

I like a taste, a faint fragrance, and a deep sweetness that stimulates the taste buds. Not tired, not tired. It's just that after a long time, I will miss and remember. This tastes a bit like spring, but it seems to be spring.

On April day, the moist and slightly warmer air is filled with the breath of new life. The runway of the playground has been repainted, and the lawn lies comfortably in the middle of the playground, surrounded by the runway. Every blade of grass excitedly points to the sky, trying to get closer and closer to the sun. The spring breeze of the imperial city is not gentle, so to speak, gentleness cannot be linked with it. It will mess up your long hair, mischievously lift a strand of your hair, or brush it on your face, or cover your eyes with it. In this season, the sun lavishes its warmth on the earth. Yang Xu flew around in the sky and underground. It is not difficult to see that they are out-and-out dancers, with light steps and free movement. No one can stop it, and no one can interfere.

Unknown flowers surround me with the wind, pulling my inner irritability away from my body bit by bit. Vision can't touch the faces of flowers, but smell can enjoy their fragrance. You can't touch this season, but your hearing can hear its beauty.

I can't say how much I like this season. I'm just glad that I can take some time out of my busy life to feel the beauty around me. At this time, many things are happening in the world, such as war, disaster and injustice ... life is born and passed away at the same time. Feeling and being grateful for the beauty around you with your heart seems to make many things unimportant, and troubles, uneasiness and regrets are slowly pulled away in this feeling. Strength, courage, and faith slowly infuse this feeling.

When the seeds that have slept for a winter are awakened by this season? Does it remember to wake you up? Still didn't hear it, didn't smell it? Or keep that beautiful melody out of the eardrum? Go out for a walk when you are in a bad mood. This April day on earth will touch you as much as it touched me. People without dreams look at flying flocs, sad people look at blooming flowers.

April day on earth, the sunshine is really good, the sunshine is just right. How are you anyway, I hope you are all right.