Composition on the topic of wind 1 Family wind is sunshine, I am grass, and I can't grow without it. Family style is blue sky, I am a bird, without it, I can't grow. Family style is a lamp that illuminates me. Family style is a silent friend who accompanied me to grow up.
In America, a naughty boy took a beautiful small axe given to him by his father and cut down his father's cherry tree. Father was very angry when he saw his beloved tree cut down. Although the child is scared when he sees trouble, he is a child who doesn't lie and admits his mistakes in front of his angry father. My father was very moved and said happily, "My good son, my father would rather lose a thousand cherry trees than you lie." Dad forgives honest children. However, you can't cut down trees casually in the future. "This honest boy is George Washington. Perhaps it was this honest character that made Washington the first great president in American history.
My parents taught me to be a filial and persistent person since I was a child. I keep this sentence in mind. But I didn't know what filial piety was when I was a child.
Every weekend, I can hear my parents say the same thing: "Look, the children in the neighborhood are so filial, helping their parents do housework"! I motioned with my lips. I think it's no big deal to do housework, so will I. I decided to do housework and be filial to my parents. However, this is not easy. After cleaning the living room, I was so tired that I collapsed in bed, so stop here. I think my father's housework is more tiring than mine, but he didn't shout anything. I will continue to deal with natural enemies. After cleaning, my parents gave me a thumbs-up and boasted, "Our children are the best and the most filial". I suddenly feel not tired and my heart is warm. In the future, when mom and dad are tired from work, I will beat their backs.
Insist. There is a saying in our family that "persistence is victory". I always thought that victory was a material victory. Later I found out that I was wrong. This is a spiritual victory.
In summer, cicadas sing, and the sun and wind in summer roast our group of "ants". Summer sports meeting is a symbol of summer, and the heat of summer makes students lazy. As a runner in my class, I volunteered to take part in the 800-meter long-distance race. While waiting for the game to come, we were "devil trained" by our teacher. As soon as we got to the playground, everyone thought that the "end of the world" was coming. We ran round and round, sweating like rain and panting. I'm going to pretend to be sick in the next training session. I told my father about it. Dad scolded: "you work for three minutes, but you won't insist." Have you forgotten our family style? " I shook my head. Dad said to me earnestly: "persistence is victory!" " "I trained hard and persisted until the sports meeting began. I struggled hard and ran at the speed of the wind. Our efforts are not for ranking, but to prove that our efforts have not been in vain. Although I won the fourth place in the end, I didn't lose. At least I won in persistence and spirit and beat me before.
Family style is the power to change a person. Family style is persistence and is my friend. In this happy, civilized and warm home, I stubbornly face the wind and rain and thrive.
In this carefree childhood, I have another good friend-family style.
I stood quietly at the window, listening to the wind blowing new leaves and rustling.
The newcomer came slowly, with a thin coat on his shoulder.
"Don't catch cold!"
I turned around and gave a warm smile.
This warmth has always existed and accompanied me all my life. Much like the spring breeze. I can't bear to touch it, let it touch my cheek and spread all over my body.
This kind of warmth has been longed for and will never disappear. Much like the spring breeze. I can't bear to open my eyes and let the breeze slowly shake and fall from the sky.
Petals heard the spring breeze and opened their long-closed eyes. They are like sleepy children, but they smell mellow dance music, swaying in the spring breeze and lingering fragrance.
When the willow branches hear the spring breeze, they spit out new buds that have been in their mouths for a long time. They are like sleeping drunks, but they smell a faint fragrance and dance lightly on the leaves, intoxicated for a long time.
The long-frozen heart was sprouted by a spring breeze!
That voice, so powerful. Is it a warning before the storm comes? Or the threat of the strong?
That wind is really a true portrayal of our times. Unscrupulous and arrogant. The flying hair on the playground shows arrogance. Soaking in sweat can't stop hair from flying. We are too presumptuous!
What about debauchery?
After the storm, the misty fog in the air reflects the unique charm of the rainbow.
This is us. We are in the rainy season.
This is the summer wind, sometimes it is not savage, maybe it is not gentle. However, accept the strong rainstorm and enjoy the beautiful rainbow. This is its goal!
The fluttering hair on the playground also raises a confident smile!
The wind opens the way for autumn, and the coolness of rustling cools the hearts of green leaves.
Green leaves have no clothes to keep out the cold, but they can only wither, revealing golden yellow, withering too much, and the round and big leaves are curly. No way, hanging high on the branches, like dying life, doing the last struggle.
That autumn, life has quietly left, without pain. What is left is a lifetime of regrets and countless tears.
The wind wagged its victorious tail and left behind golden ground and dead branches.
Looking up, the sky is so high and so blue; However, on the ground, there is no green and no vitality. Have gone with the autumn wind!
Memories that have been sealed for a long time come to mind!
The sunshine in winter is warm, not so dazzling and not so hot.
I like sitting alone in the sun, listening to faint music and quietly reading a book I like.
If there is a gust of wind, then this scene is like a lotus quietly boiling water, trembling slightly, which is shy that the cool wind can't blow.
Everything is faint, but the cool breeze brings ripples. There will be no waves and no peace. This is a static painting, but it is like Mona Lisa's smile.
The wind is drifting away, but it is warm.
The long-awaited spring, this wind, can bring!
The wind is the theme of composition 3. The breeze is Xu Lai, and the water is still. When the breeze blows over weeping willows and swings across the lake, I look at the ripples around me, some of which are crystal clear, while others are free and easy in the drizzly sunset rain.
The wind is running, wandering between heaven and earth, wantonly between heaven and earth, flying over Chongshan and drifting across the sea. It is always so happy, coming and going in the four seasons, unrestrained, isn't it just like life? Why are you too obsessed with one thing? Wouldn't it be better to be as happy as the wind?
Tao Yuanming left the complicated secular world, chanting "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely", abandoning a bondage and pursuing a pleasure of taking wine with the wind and a freedom of landscape and pastoral.
The wind is leisurely and will not catch up with the secular. Even if you pretend to be crazy and sell stupidity and escape from the world, you are detached from things. Some are like the wind, coming and going, not bound by the giants, and not shrinking because of bumps.
The same is true of Gou Jian, who has been trying to ignore the contempt of the world and the hardships of life. Although he has suffered a lot, as long as his will is still there, he can swallow Wu with three thousand armor.
Come with the wind, blow with the wind, don't linger deliberately, his belonging is a kind of freedom and a dripping life.
Lin Hejing, whose shadows are shallow, is fragrant at dusk; Oh, how can I bow and scrape to the dignitaries solemnly? No one will tolerate Li Bai's honest face. Isn't it an open-minded attitude towards life that the sunset and the lonely Qi Fei, and the Wang Bo with the same autumn waters?
We are like the wind, what we want is the freedom not afraid of the secular and the persistence of stormy waves. Life is only a few decades. Don't neglect everything and forget all the beauty in pursuit of fame and fortune.
In the windy season, there are colorful scenes of falling English, distant fragrance and tinkling spring ... It is a good thing to let your heart be free, let go and go with the flow, so that we can better perceive the world.
The gorgeous years like the wind passed by in a hurry, chasing the dream of freedom and pursuing the happiness of life. We are as happy as the wind, and too much has passed away in the mood for love. Don't sigh, because if we walk against the wind, we will still see flowers.
What should I do on a windless day?
No, because we are the wind!
Don't underestimate the wind, it has twelve changes.
When the wind was born, its strength was very small, so it was named breeze. The breeze is very pleasing, so it is very popular everywhere. Everyone thinks that the breeze can bring them coolness. With the breeze, they can have a good spirit. Of course the breeze doesn't know!
With the growth of age and the passage of time, Qingfeng has been to many places, made many friends and changed his temperament. It began to like power. Listen to my good friend Huang Sha's advice: Every time you go to a place, you will try your best to suck away all the dust and stolen goods on your body. If you persist in this way, you will have infinite strength! You'd better go to rainstorm for help. As long as it rains, the dust will spread around and naturally run to you. Breeze is very happy, hurry to find rainstorm. Rainstorm is a person who loves to make friends, so he agreed without hesitation. Since then, the breeze has absorbed stolen goods everywhere and absorbed the substances in the stolen goods into the body. Therefore, wherever the breeze goes, it creates a lot of smoke. People began to hate breeze, because breeze is no longer a small breeze, so it was named gale.
When the wind has power, it will run amok, even forget its old friend Huangsha and suck it into its own body! Once, the strong wind accidentally walked into the desert of death. Originally, the desert was full of friends of Huang Sha, but Huang Sha was sucked into the body. So Huang Sha's friends hated it very much and stuck it in the desert. At this time, although it is strong and becomes a tornado, it will always be&; lethal dose
Current situation; See the sun. "
It's a pity that Kazamoto is kind, but he has also embarked on this road!
Why does heaven and earth bind the wind so intricately in the middle? Hard things block it, and soft things hold it. No matter how hard you blow, you can't escape the heavens and the earth by blowing over the mountains that cover the sun, breaking free from the winding Woods and sweeping the vast ocean. Still for this reason, the wind can't be calm for a lifetime, just like human feelings.
Perhaps the calmest wind is the breeze. Sure enough, the wind is still not calm, but a storm is brewing. On a steaming summer day, the wind lowered the sky by half, the lobules at the top of the tree hung heavily, and the wind did not move at all, but the power of the wind could already be felt in advance, like a crouching beast, not sleeping, about to jump far away. Only the breeze is the calmest, and nothing can stop it: the leaves are stirred by it, the willows bend down along it, the flowers pitch with it, the doors and windows let it in and out, the light clouds float with it, the water surface is snuggled by it and gently rubbed by it. With the warm morning and evening and the cold and warm seasons, a breeze, like that distant and light emotion, makes the world show different colors of sadness and joy. Sometimes a gust of wind is so light, so happy and so naughty. Sometimes it is a touch of sadness, and sometimes it is moist and gentle; Sometimes comfortable, sometimes desolate. Who says heaven and earth are heartless? It just smiles and sighs, which can only restrain the wind. Because once you relax, heaven and earth can't hold on.
If the water on both sides of a stream is too tightly bound, it only needs to flow, flow and flow to the sea, then there is no boundary and freedom. The wind, unless it is tied tightly, can't get rid of it. Relax and let it blow harder; The branch stopped, and a stone and a grass at the foot stretched out their arms sideways to stop it. The window is too small and the door is too narrow to squeeze in. The wall covers it and the house covers it. But the wind took all the sand and stones away. Leaves can be rolled up, walls can be knocked down and houses can be overturned. Blow hard again, trees can be uprooted, stones can be blown down, big waves can be rolled up, large areas of land can be swallowed up, and houses and castles can be swept clean. Listen to its crazy howling, howling and wailing. The more you stop it, the more you push it crazily. Who cares if the sand in the ground blows for a long time, the clouds in the sky are close to the ground, the sun loses its luster, and the ground loses its color, so it is necessary to destroy heaven and earth and restore the chaos of dividing heaven and earth.
However, the wind can't turn over a corner of the sky and crash out. No matter how fierce, after all, it is stuffy in the small world. Blow it, it can only set off a wave, like the power excited by the ups and downs of the seabed, and it will be suppressed. The wind is so tight in the sun, blowing and blowing, only blowing the ground in a mess, I am still not free. In the end, it was like being angry to the extreme, and I couldn't get angry anymore, and I became war-weary and tired; Like sadness to the extreme, it becomes constant hatred; Carnival to the extreme, turned into desolation, disappointment to the extreme, turned into indifference. The wind is full of troubles and fatigue. Whether it is cold wind, steaming wind, wailing wind or angry wind, in the end, it gradually fades away, leaving only a few long sighs and no sound, as if the wind had blown out.
But where is the wind? Just listen to the quiet time, at dusk, there are often a few low sighs, like an elderly man sighing helplessly, but the wind still refuses to tame. Or just for this, heaven and earth are so tightly bound by the wind.
Composition 6 on the topic of wind tells you that our family is a rare family that cherishes time. The so-called cherish time is to cherish time. There are only two words in my family: cherish time.
If you want to say anything, start with grandma. At my grandmother's age, she is also very busy. When we go out to study and work, she uses her time to wash and brush at home, and she is never idle.
In the morning, grandma gets up early. She helped us prepare breakfast and began to do other work. I got up and observed grandma's every move. She mopped the floor quietly as if afraid of disturbing my sleep.
I know, grandma's body is not particularly tough. Doing manual labor for too long has a slight impact on the body. She did everything for us. Look, grandma moves slowly, but mops the floor cleanly. If some places are still dirty, she will drag them around again and again until they are cleaned. If it really doesn't work, she will frown, shake her head and drag it with detergent. Grandma, we all love you. Thank you for giving so much for us!
Under the influence of grandma, dad is also a person who cherishes time. Is the person we should mention. She works hard in the unit during the day, and because of this attitude, she is rated as "excellent employee" every year. After dad gets off work, I can always hear her hurried footsteps and panting voice. Dad is going to cook dinner for us with a bag in one hand and a dish in the other. She didn't show any exaggeration, just to avoid attracting attention, just panting in a low voice. After dinner, dad gave up socializing and didn't go back to rest, but helped with housework at home. Grandma does it during the day, and dad rushes to do it at night to let grandma rest.
One night, I woke up inexplicably. In a blur, I saw a faint light flashing in the study, and my father was still sorting out the bookshelves! Wipe the left, another reason, go on. I saw beads of sweat dripping down my father's cheek. Dad's back is slightly hunched, and he used to be proud of his straight back. Why is he hunched today? I'm wide awake and the light in the study is still on. Dad, I work in the company during the day and I have to do housework at home at night. Dad deserves to be an example for us to cherish time!
Under the influence of my parents, I learned to cherish time. At school, I am the minister of health, not only working loudly, but also studying.
Once, the math teacher assigned us a lot of homework and asked us to finish it carefully. I wrote it for two hours that time! I did it seriously, persevered and didn't waste a minute. None of the other students finished their homework, and they all felt that there was not enough time. That homework was praised in public, which is the result of cherishing time!
The family style of our family-cherish the wind of time, and wish it to stay in my home. May the wind that cherishes time float all over the Chinese nation and into thousands of households!
A good family style is like the main theme of the family; Like the pillar of the family; Just like the spring rain, it nourishes our healthy growth. Recently, children's shoes (classmates) are always talking about their family style. Now let me introduce my good family style to you! Our family also has many family styles!
There are many, such as: well, form the habit of paying attention to hygiene, wash your hands when eating, and wash your hands after going to the toilet. Good study habits, planned homework and desk cleaning. Good living habits teach me how to be a man and so on.
In our family, my parents often teach me the truth of being a man, and they also make family rules for our family. However, they like to tell me the truth with things and let me remember it forever.
I remember once, I went shopping with my mother. There are many beggars outside, and I hate them. Seeing them makes me sick. At this moment, another beggar came to beg me. I thought to myself, that's disgusting. Give him a dime. I put the money in his bowl. I didn't want to talk to him, but he shamelessly asked me for money. I was so angry that I said loudly, "Fuck off!" "Mom saw it and said," Be polite. "I think it's just a beggar. But my mother gave him 5 yuan, which surprised me. He said angrily to his mother, "mom, why did you give it to him?" Five dollars can buy a big wine bottle. " My mother kindly said to me, "He is a person who really needs help. To help him is to give his love. Remember, my child, you must have a heart to love and help others. What can't be bought back is a heart of gold. "These words are deeply imprinted in my mind, telling me that I must have love and a heart to help others.
There is another thing I will never forget, that is, when my parents want to tell me the truth of independence and strength.
I remember there was a heavy rain at that time and all my classmates were taken away. I'm still in the classroom. I think it would be nice if my parents drove to pick me up today. But I waited for a long time, and my parents haven't come yet, so I had to walk back to see them with my broken umbrella. I don't think I will forgive them this time. I am bored to death. I had to walk slowly, and the rain hit me. I feel unusually cold, maybe my heart is cold.
I opened the door, and I wanted to cry, but I held back. Mom and dad smiled at me, and I didn't want to talk to them. Mother came up gently and said, "Son, you walked back by yourself today." Look at the footprints behind you. Be so strong in the future. Be independent, strong, confident and tolerant. Isn't this our family style? Let's go "
Independence, strength, self-confidence, tolerance and love are the five family styles. I must work hard and try my best to be a successful person. I believe I will become better. I hope these wind energy will always grow with me. Come on, be proud of it.
In a year, the freshest wind is the summer wind. Isn't it? Since July, high temperature has become the dominant weather stage in Zhejiang Province. When people are unbearable in the heat, there is only one thought in their hearts: wind, come quickly! Look, didn't she come with cicadas and birds?
In the morning, when the wind blew for the first time, the grass yawned and waved to her. Flowers sway with the wind, and the fragrance of flowers permeates this pure world, which is refreshing; The air is full of thick floral fragrance, which makes the air fresher and sweeter.
At noon, the sun is like fire, the concrete floor is steaming, and human beings live in the stove. The average temperature in our province is the highest in 60 years. The cicada kept calling in the tree: "cicada, cicada." The farmer's uncle is very hard: loosening soil and watering, not afraid of heat, sweating like a pig. How much they need the cool wind at this time! A breeze blew, and the farmer's uncle felt cool. But soon, the wind blew hard, the trees were uprooted and the parking signs were blown down by the wind; Earth, stone and sand have all rolled into hills and fallen leaves are flying all over the sky. After a while, there was lightning and thunder, the thunder was deafening and the lightning was dazzling. "Hua, Hua," the downpour fell from the sky, and the wind was accompanied by heavy rain. "Bang, bang, bang" The windows of all kinds of houses are slammed.
At night, insects and birds sing and fireflies fly around, bringing light to people; Several white-haired old people sat in the shade, enjoying the cool, playing chess and cards. At this time, a cool breeze blows gently, and many old people dance and exercise in the park; The children are skating and skateboarding, enjoying the coolness brought by the wind.
The wind in summer, like an angel, brings coolness to people in hot summer. Bring happiness to the dead.
I like to stand against the railing of the balcony. Not to bask in the sun, but to wait for the wind that is rarer than the sun. I like the wind very much. I like it as much as a child. With a daydream about the wind, I can't completely forget nature in this noisy city.
The sunshine in summer is dull, even the air is dull and fidgety. At this time, I still like to stand in the sun and just wait for the gust of wind. The wind is cool and humid at this time. The wind is like a stubborn child. We must fight against the dull and fidgety air and drive them away. This occasional gust of wind is very popular. The place it passed was green and the flowers and plants were dancing. Even the old banyan tree in the garden downstairs can't help swaying in the wind. I close my eyes. This is a windy world and a natural paradise. I am running in the big forest, looking at the clouds and hugging the earth. I see the passion of life in nature.
If Xia Feng brings fanaticism, then autumn wind brings hope.
I like blowing the wind on the balcony and reading quietly. I accidentally read a poem, "The wheat turns yellow at night in the south wind." At night, a south wind blew, the wind blew, and the wheat on the ground covered the fields and was golden everywhere. Many people say that autumn wind brings bleak desolation. I don't think so. Autumn wind, let me see the gold, see the hope.
The wind is very strong in winter. The wind at this time is like an angry child, but this is the wind. A clear and thorough child, whether happy or angry, is so obvious that he never hides it.
Spring has come, and the spring breeze has removed all the drowsiness and awakened all the plants in the garden. Perhaps with a kind of apology, it is gentle and supple, with a spring letter, it touched my eyes and brought me into its world. I walked along the river with him, listening to birds singing, looking forward to the sunrise, looking for flowers waking up in the mud and experiencing the most subtle spring breeze. Its breath, its body temperature, close at hand, within reach. Forcing people to get close. "Blowing your face is not cold." The wind at this time, like a child who has done something wrong, apologizes obsequiously to you, as clear as a child. Having such children around me has taught me so hard to forget's nature.
We are getting farther and farther away from the realm that Su Dongpo said that "human interest is pure joy", and our sober minds are getting weaker and weaker. In a troubled city, you can't find any green space for walking. Then feel the wind, with the reverie of the wind, feel the clarity of the wind, it will give you a natural paradise and take you into the boundless nature.