1. Look at pictures, write compositions and fly kites in the second volume of Grade Three.

On a sunny Sunday, Xiao Li, Ming Ming and Xiao Hua went to the park to fly kites. The scenery in the park is charming: there are several white clouds like cotton candy floating in the blue sky, and the green lawn is endless. Xiaoli brought her beloved butterfly kite, which is colorful and beautiful. Mingming and Xiaohua brought the swallow kite they made together. There are quite a few people flying kites in the park! There is a child in the distance. I saw him holding the kite's rope and trotting against the breeze, and the kite danced slowly in the air. The children's parents looked at the children's excitement and smiled. There is also a red goldfish kite in the sky. The breeze blew, and the "goldfish" seemed to swim in the water. Suddenly another eagle flew by. Oh, dear! And the mighty "dragon"! What good air! Watching, Ming Ming and Xiao Hua's hands itch, too. Xiaohua held the swallow kite over her head, obviously tugging at the kite string, and said, "I'll count to 1, 2, 3, and then you can let go." Xiaohua nodded. " 1、2、3!" The swallow kite fluttered into the sky, and it went up and down, like playing with birds and playing hide-and-seek with white clouds. How happy they are!

General comment: This article is a composition about pictures. These pictures show a group of children flying kites. This paper not only describes the content of the picture, but also combines the author's own imagination, such as the posture of the kite flying into the sky and the child's reaction. The article also uses many rhetorical devices, which are vivid and imaginative.

2. Composition: Painting brings me happiness. Painting brings me happiness. Painting brings me happiness. Painting is what I am most interested in! I like drawing, because it can "do magic"! Magic 1: brings me happiness.

I remember one time, I failed in the exam. Although I didn't blame my parents for signing the test paper, I was still unhappy. I sat at the table in frustration and picked up the brush. "Zaza, Zaza ……" Soon, a painting appeared in front of me. Watching, my depressed mood has long been thrown outside the cloud nine! Magic 2: Give me confidence.

I remember one time, I learned to ride a bike, and I fell down again. What a pity! I fell several times, but I still didn't learn.

Back home, picked up the brush, "hello? This daffodil is too difficult to draw! Hum, I don't believe this evil. I can't draw daffodils yet! " I looked at the daffodils carefully, which was really "wonderful"! Can't help but boast! Well, even such a difficult daffodil can't beat me. Don't you just want to hit me by bike? After some tossing, the bike was finally conquered by me! Magic 3: Multi-purpose. Once, I saw my little world-the walls of my bedroom were bare and not beautiful at all.

It suddenly occurred to me why not draw some cartoon characters to decorate the bedroom? I'll just draw some pictures and post them. What are you drawing? Draw a robot cat, a Mickey mouse, a cherry ball, and draw some grass and flowers as the background! Draw it, color it, cut it out and stick it on the wall.

"Wow, how beautiful!" Everyone who comes to my house will praise me. Painting is really great, not only can cultivate people's sentiment.

It can also exercise people's imagination! I like painting, painting is my motivation to learn, and I will work harder to be a little painter in the future! Request approval.

3. The picture composition cleaner in my heart Whenever I walk on the sunny way to school in the early morning and breathe the fresh air, I will think: Who created such a good urban environment for us? Whenever I see the wet smiling faces of roadside trees, I will think: Who watered the thirsty trees? Every time I see a clean road, I think: Who cleaned it? It's them: hard-working cleaners.

The cleaner was the first to come out to work. Every day before dawn, they go out and work in their posts. Day after day, year after year, they repeat the same work, without any new ideas, without any * * *, but they repeat silently every day, always so careful and meticulous.

The summer sun is like fire, and the weather is sultry, but the cleaners still come to the community and the road so early to watch them sweat like rain. The clean city was bought by their hard work. How can I not be grateful to the cleaners in such a clean and tidy city? A clean and tidy city is a painting, and the cleaner's labor scene is a beautiful painting!

In autumn, the leaves are everywhere and the wind is very dry. This is an endless season of falling leaves. Every day, the cleaners almost waved the big broom over and over again and kept sweeping. I was very moved to see this scene. Living in a clean neighborhood and walking on a clean road, how can you not thank them? Leaves, cleaners and brooms are the most beautiful pictures in my heart!

In winter, the cold wind was biting, so they came to the community and the road early. No matter how bad the weather is, they work as hard as ever. Although it was very cold, I saw their faces sweating and steaming in the cold wind. Although their hands are frozen like popsicles, their hearts are as hot as fire. How can this not move me? The beautiful mind of the cleaner is the most beautiful picture in my heart!

In spring, they sweep away the accumulated snow and dirt in winter and clean new houses for grass and small trees. The grass sprouted and the trees sprouted new branches. Swallows fly back from the south singing Haruka. In the spring breeze, the grass sings and the trees sing. They sing songs of thanks to the cleaners. They grow and grow! It has grown into a big tree. Cleaners, grass, young trees, swallows and spring breeze are the most beautiful pictures in my heart.

I want to praise them-cleaners! Their hard work, selfless dedication and obscurity have brought the beauty and cleanliness of this city. The scene of the cleaner cleaning is a beautiful landscape of the city and the most beautiful picture in my heart!

4. My Painting Composition [My Painting Composition] I drew a beautiful painting, my painting composition. After painting, I showed it to my parents. They all said it was very good. I also invite you to look at my paintings: Autumn has come, and pieces of red and yellow leaves have fallen from the trees. The tree cried and said, "I lost many treasures again, whoops."

Little Red Flower said to the tree, "Grandpa, don't cry! Next year, there will be many green babies on your branches. " Grandpa Tree said, "Really?" Xiao Honghua said, "Really! "At this moment, a bird flew in, and the father dog and the baby dog came from the other side. Father dog said to the bird, "Good friend, do you still remember me?" The bird says, "Remember!" The naughty dog shouted at the back, "Dad, wait for me!" " "The barking of the puppy shocked Grandpa Sun in the sky. Grandpa Sun opened his mouth with only one tooth and narrowed his eyes. He wrote my painting composition in the fourth grade of primary school. There are a few white clouds floating in the sky, and there seem to be some mountains behind. There are many grasses and colorful flowers on the mountain. This painting is really beautiful. My painting composition is 300 words (/) for pupils.

I like drawing and writing. I have many hobbies, such as reading, writing, singing and drawing ... Among them, drawing is my favorite.

Because painting can bring me fun and give play to my imagination. When I was 6 years old, my mother sent me to the Children's Palace to learn painting. Although my paintings are not very good, my mother likes my paintings very much and hangs them on the wall, which gives me great encouragement and makes me more convinced that I really like painting! Whenever I have an art class, I get excited and start to use my imagination boldly on paper.

At that time, the teacher asked us to copy Xu Beihong's horse. After copying, I imagined adding a pair of wings to the horse and adding some clouds under the horse's hooves. There is a little girl sitting on a horse, and that is me. The more I read, the more interesting I feel, and the more I read, the more perfect I become. I happily took my work to the teacher for approval, but the teacher gave me a "pass" and scolded me: "Is there such a horse in the world?" This is a famous painting, how can you change it at will! Repaint! "As a last resort, I had to draw another one.

But this setback did not discourage me, but made me like painting more. Now, although I am in the sixth grade, my time for painting has also decreased, but my love for painting has not changed. Whenever I appreciate my previous works, I can't help but pick up my pen and draw it again.

I also customized a picture book as an art book. There are many anime characters I like in it.

Such as: Gao Fei, bugs bunny, Mickey Mouse, Donald Duck, Nezha and so on. I will also take some time out of my busy schedule and take out the colored pens and drawing paper my mother bought me before to doodle.

A few days ago, all the students entered a tense review stage. They kept reviewing their lessons after class, and I drew pictures as soon as I finished class, so as not to be too nervous and tired, so as not to affect the listening effect of the next class. Painting not only enriches my life, adds a little color to my life, but also edifies my body and mind. This is killing two birds with one stone. I like drawing more and more.

6. Write a weekly diary with the theme of "painting". Everyone should have a hobby, some love dancing, some love singing and some love sports.

And I am an ordinary little girl who likes drawing. My hobby stems from my first time in kindergarten.

One day, my mother suddenly sent me to kindergarten. The first time I went to kindergarten, I found there were endless toys in it. I am immersed in the ocean of toys every day.

One day after school, my mother came to pick me up. I pointed to the teddy bear and said, "I want to take it home." Mother said kindly, "no, that's from kindergarten." On the way home, mom will buy you a box of colored pens and a picture book. You can draw a bear yourself. "

From then on, I no longer want toys, but fly in the ocean of painting every day. At first, I drew a bird. After painting, I found my parents laughing. Then I looked at the bird I drew. This is a "four unlike", with a small head and a big body.

Then I stopped being afraid of jokes. I paint every day, and my works are hung on the wall of our house. I went to primary school, had homework, and had no time to draw.

But there is no time to squeeze in painting. Now, I signed up for a painting class, gradually from children's painting to colored lead painting to sketch.

I like painting more and more, and I have even become obsessed with it. Once, at night, I secretly drew under the covers with a flashlight, and fell asleep after drawing.

I think my life is rich and colorful, because there are paintings accompanying me.

7. Look at the picture and write a composition (300 words). Mother's love is like the warm wind in spring, blowing your heart; Motherly love is like a continuous drizzle, patting your face and nourishing your heart; Motherly love is like a stove in winter, which gives you warm sunshine in severe winter.

I remember when I was a child, it was very cold one winter. Dad is on a business trip, and my mother has to take care of both the business in the store and me.

However, my mother wouldn't let me go out to play and let me stay at home for fear of catching a cold. But she was disobedient and sneaked out while my mother was busy. As a result, in the early morning, I had a high fever and my mother was frightened. You said my dad wasn't here, and it was just my mom and me. What should I do? My mother immediately took me to the hospital.

It was dark on the road. I was so scared that I called out to my mother. My mother said, "Lulu, don't be afraid. Just lie on my mother's back and you will be there. "

When I arrived at the emergency room of the hospital, I saw the doctor. The doctor took my temperature. At first glance, it is a high fever of 465,438+0 degrees Celsius. The doctor said to my mother, "How did you become a mother?" The children were burned like this. How did they get sent here? Must be hospitalized, and go through the hospitalization procedures quickly! "Mom just silently said," well. "

But maternal love is sometimes severe, and my mother never relaxes in my study. It was the first semester of grade five, and I got 76 points in English.

When I handed the paper to my mother in fear and trembling, her mother didn't say a word to me when she saw the score. A man walked into the bedroom and slammed the door. I really can't help it. I walked into the bedroom, stood in front of my mother with tears and said, "Mom, hit me!" " You hit me! I am disobedient, and I will study hard in the future. "

Mom said with tears in her eyes, "Lulu, mom won't hit you, but you have to remember that if you want to get ahead and be a person who contributes to the country in the future, you must be down-to-earth, step by step, and study hard from now on!" Maternal love is the greatest kind of love. Children are flowers and plants watered by their mothers with their own love, and their growth cannot be separated from every drop of their mothers' love.

A mother, who escorts her children all her life, silently guides them behind her back. Can we repay our mother's love? Just like: "But how much love there is in an inch of grass, I got three spring rays."

Great maternal love as the saying goes, "the thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for wayward children", maternal love is great. From the moment you were born, God gave you an angel who will always be with you. Her name is Mom.

When I was in grade one, my father worked in other places and my mother was the head teacher in a middle school. She is busy with work and often comes home late. But her love for me hasn't diminished at all.

I remember it was a night when silver peas fell from the sky. Because of a cold, I rest at home. My mother was still teaching students in the classroom, but at this moment, I suddenly had a high fever and my forehead was extremely hot.

And my mother just dragged her tired body home and saw that I had a high fever, so she quickly picked me up and rushed out. There are no pedestrians and cars in the street, only her thin figure shuttles through the rain. A cold wind blew and I sneezed. My mother seems to have noticed something.

She held me in her arms and wrapped me in her furry coat. Then, act quickly and run to the hospital.

When I arrived at the hospital, my mother didn't even breathe, so she held me for registration, injection and infusion. I was crying all the time during the injection, so my mother took my hand and whispered to me, "Dear daughter, don't cry, mom will always be by your side."

At that time, after listening to this sentence, my body seemed to be full of strength at once. My mother stayed with me day and night during the infusion.

I am hungry, she feeds me, I want to sleep, and she tells me stories. I lost two days and two nights, and my mother stayed with me for two days and two nights.

I have recovered from my illness and gained weight, but my mother's eyes are red, and I have lost a lot of weight with dark circles. I will study hard in the future and repay my mother with excellent results.

My father loves me like a mountain. My father looks like a slow person. He is usually unsmiling and serious. As far as I can remember, he didn't seem to hug me or say a warm word to me. After a long time, I don't think my father likes me at all. Every time I see him, I feel a little "scared" for no reason. Perhaps seeing the recognition of our father and son's feelings, my mother told me a few things, which opened the floodgate of my memory.

My mother told me that when I was born, my mother was in the operating room, and my father was waiting anxiously outside the door. He kept walking around. Knowing that the mother and son were safe, he jumped up happily and quickly bought some candy and melon seeds to distribute to everyone he met. Dad can't control his feelings. I don't know how many times he walked into the corridor and let the tears of happiness flow.

And when I was six or seven years old, one night, my mother worked the night shift, and my father took me to the newly-built stadium to play. At that time, the lights in the square were not installed, but many people came to exercise. As soon as I got to the edge of the court, I rushed into the sea like an arrow, and my father called me from behind. I pretended not to hear, for fear that he would restrict my freedom. When I enjoyed myself for a while, I found my father was not with me. Suddenly, I felt a little scared. I know the disaster is great, and I am worried about the bad guys. I was afraid to call my father, so I struggled to run home in fear. When I got home, my father had not come back. I also know that my father must be looking for me everywhere, so I sit in a dark corner of the building.

I don't know how long it took before I saw my father limping with his shoes, and his face was full of anxiety. I thought: my grumpy father will definitely hit me hard this time. When my father saw me, he gently picked me up and said to me in a hoarse voice, "Don't run so fast in the future. If an adult calls you, you have to promise at once, okay? " I nodded, and when my father put me down, I found a lot of blood on my father's feet. I know that in order to find me, my father dragged an injured leg and walked a lot, and his foot was worn out.

Now that I think about it, I know that my father loves me, too, but I just buried my love in my heart. My father's love is like a mountain. My father's love taught me to be strong and grow up with me.

My father loves me like a mountain. I wanted to write an article for my father a long time ago, but I didn't start writing.

8. I learned to write a picture in 400 words. I have many hobbies, such as colored shells on the golden beach. Among them, I picked up a red shell and my favorite hobby-painting.

When I was a child, I liked painting very much. I also signed up for several art classes. At school, I often take out a blank piece of paper and draw pictures on it after class and on Twitter. When I was a child, I thought my paintings were good enough. When I grew up, I took them out and laughed. In the picture, the nose is not the mouth, and it is simply a "clown". I didn't lose confidence in painting because of this. The painting is not good, maybe it's because of the age limit!

Since childhood, my painting level has been greatly improved! In these days, I have time to paint there and learned a lot about art.

I remember once, when I was in an art class, the teacher asked us to draw a circle. It took me a long time, but I can't draw well. This is because many students have finished painting, so I am in a hurry. When the teacher saw it, he came over and asked me, what's the matter? Why are you losing your temper here? I asked the teacher, "How can you draw a circle so well?" "As long as you paint more, you will achieve something." The teacher said.

After listening to the teacher, I calmed down. Sure enough, I drew a circle in a short time. I hurried to show my work to the teacher. The teacher looked at it and said to me, "You can't be impatient when drawing. You must take your time. " I nodded to the teacher.

Painting in the future is a kind of "leisure and entertainment" for me. "Yo-homework finished-"I jumped up with joy and took out a blank sheet of paper. My mother said, "Today! Let you watch TV for a while. " These are the three words I dream of "watching TV", but I said happily, "Draw a picture-" ...

I love painting, because painting can make people happy. This kind of love is extraordinary and beautiful.

9. The composition in my heart is the sound of the waves in my ear. I tried to open my eyes and saw a scene that I will never forget in my life.

Between the deep sea and the gloomy sky, a bunch of golden, straight needles came out directly, pierced my eyes, pierced the softness in my heart that had long been covered by busy things, and went straight through the expectations that made me breathless.

Perhaps the sacred expectations given to me by these teachers and parents unconsciously turned into despair a long time ago.

Under the oppression of the boundless sea and the boundless Tianwei, that small bundle of gold is struggling to show its brilliance and wonderful!

It's dawn!

I suddenly looked up and found that in front of me, the desk was still that desk, the homework was still that homework, and the trace of the pen on the book had dried up. And me, or me?

It seems that all the ancient and gorgeous buildings in my world collapsed at this moment, leaving infinite lightness!

As usual, I picked up my schoolbag and walked forward against the morning light that broke the sea of clouds.

Hehe, it took me ten minutes to write it. I think so. That's the picture in front of me, and the golden light is the morning light. As a result, I suddenly realized that when I woke up, I couldn't forget that picture, leaving only the "I" who changed subtly. Hehe, very artistic. Enjoy it slowly.

10. My favorite painting composition The painting hanging on the wall of my dining room is different. It is three-dimensional, with obvious convex and concave. The picture shows the family courtyard in Nordic style. The courtyard is surrounded by green mountains and green waters. The sky is blue, the water is clear and the garden is quiet, which makes people feel that everything is so harmonious and natural! On the left side of the painting is an old tree with mottled bark and thick trunk, and the bird's nest specially made by its owner is nailed to the tree. The branches and leaves of the tree are lush, and there are pale yellow flowers! There are two wide chairs, a long stool and a coffee table under the tree, all made of logs. There are yellow chrysanthemums in the vase on the coffee table, a few red strawberries and a blue soft silk scarf in the fruit bowl, which are placed on the bench at will, and a very delicate white hat with wide edges is hung on the armrest of the chair. I seem to see a girl in elegant clothes coming to this natural environment. She's breathing freely! She runs as fast as she can! On the right side of the picture, there is a street lamp standing in the grass. Its lampshade is special and cylindrical. Light leaks from the square holes cut around it, which makes it softer and quieter. There is also a well in the middle of the yard, and the periphery of the well is built in a circle with red bricks. At the top of the well, a triangular ceiling was set up with wood. It is faintly visible that the beam is tied with a wheel rope for drawing water. The whole yard has subsided. Painted white, it looks cleaner. There are several small steps at the exit of the yard. When you climb the steps, you can see the green mountains and green waters outside the yard. I like this painting. I can't get tired of it. It is also the place I most yearn for.