The composition of riding a tiger rock in grade four is 300 words

When I was a child, I had a special feeling for Baiyun. White clouds are so beautiful in my eyes that they seem to be piled up with cotton balls. If I were a white cloud, I would tell my companion, "How happy I am."

If I were a white cloud, when I was sad, I could hide in an unknown corner and let the wind and rain hit me.

If I were a white cloud, when the sun is angry, I can block the terrible glare for the earth. Although I am fragmented, I will turn my grief into strength when I see the kind face of Mother Earth.

If I were a white cloud, when the weather is dry, I would cry happily, and let the sweet rain and dew relieve my desire for all things on the earth. When I see the thriving scene on the ground, I will smile through tears.

A small white cloud has been showing his joys and sorrows to the stage-like sky.

If I were a white cloud, I could see Grandpa Sun at first sight in the morning. In the evening, I can see the gentle and beautiful moon sister and play with the little stars who can sing and dance. After a heavy rain, when it clears up, the beautiful rainbow sister will appear in the sky again, and I will talk to them about some troubles in the world.

Now, I have become a sixth-grade student, about to graduate from primary school, and I am beginning to understand the troubles in the world. The road of life is so rugged that I won't spend my life happily. I think I'll live like little white cloud, as long as I'm not locked up in dirty Xiaotian.

A happy and beautiful childhood has passed away like running water, and I am no longer as naive as I was when I was a child. I can't imagine everything in the future. I will carefully grasp the boat of life and let all difficulties come.

Baiyun is still so beautiful in my mind.