Walking on the gray-yellow road in the country, I can't help sighing. Everything around me is golden, dazzling and beautiful.
The grass changed from blue to yellow, but the farmer's uncle showed a happy smile, because the wind blew this year, autumn came and the fruit was ripe. ...
The wind blew this year, and the farmer's uncle harvested the fruits of a year of hard work. What did I get?
The autumn wind rolled a yellow leaf into my hand. Autumn wind! Are you answering my question? Yes, after sowing, you can reap the fruits of hard work. After sowing, you can only reap the desolation like dead leaves.
The autumn wind brought a few whimpers from Qiu Chan, and I couldn't help thinking of a story. In summer, cicadas sing tirelessly, but ants look for food everywhere and store it. Autumn has come, cicadas have nothing to eat, so they have to ask the ants who are well-fed at this time. The ant said, "You only know how to sing in summer. If I had known today, why should I have? "
Don't I look like that cicada at this time? When others worked hard, I played around, missed the season of cultivation, lost the harvest, but begged fate for a good ending. What's the difference between my ending and that cicada?
Looking up at the blue sky in autumn, there is no cloud. I didn't know why before, but now I finally understand that the harvest season can't be a little sloppy, and I'm not as sloppy and naive as this cloud. After all, this is intolerable in this society!
When the wind blows this year, I am glad that I am not that Qiu Chan, that dead leaf, and I still have a chance to start again.
I must work hard, I must struggle, I must do what I should do, I must ... As soon as the wind blows this year, I am determined to work hard and get rid of my bad habits. I believe that this time next year, I will also have golden eyes and immediate gains!
The wind can play music that combines rigidity and softness! He is a musician worthy of the name. Standing in front of the window, looking from a distance, the willow tree danced like a charming woman under his sway. He is sometimes tough and sometimes gentle. Work hard, but don't ride on a stone; Soft, but not as continuous as silk cotton However, his position in my heart has surpassed anything else. At first light
He just woke up and yawned happily. This yawn is really gentle. He is as soft as in his arms, humming you to sleep. The notes surround your ears orderly and gently, and enter your dreams. It's almost noon. He also wants to eat like a human. He yelled to make you afraid of him and avoid him. He seemed very angry and blew the white clouds in the sky to the other side. He has been very excited. He wants to release his anger and destroy everything beautiful as much as possible.
I don't know why, but I feel the same way. Perhaps, no one in this world really knows another person, and even sometimes he is confused about himself. He sang again. This melody seems to laugh at everything, belittle them and despise them. That note, like Beethoven's symphony of destiny, is full of rhythm and ups and downs, which makes my eardrum seem to be shattered and painful to the extreme!
The sky gradually closed its eyes. Night took its place. Night has eroded the whole earth. He was slowly subdued by the night and let out a moan. The sound is painful. Looking at the kite hanging on the tree in the distance, I can't remember it for a long time. He tried to get rid of the entanglement of branches and fly freely in the air, but failed. He gradually stopped complaining and fell asleep.
I am a member of nature. Sometimes I am violent, sometimes I am gentle. Guess who I am. Yes, I am the wind.
In spring, when I walked through the fields, the grass poked its head out, and all kinds of flowers were competing to open, as if they were competing for beauty: the peach blossom unfolded a dance skirt, and the pear blossom showed a dance posture. The farmers are expecting my early arrival. After I have been here, farmers can transplant rice seedlings.
In summer, I blew through the house and praised me under the big tree. I am ecstatic. Blow, blow, blow away the clothes hanging, blow away the small trees on the roadside, and people are accusing me again. I was so sad that I went home and asked my mother, "Is it bad to blow people's hair?" But why did others ask me to go again! "My mother touched my head and said softly," Although we can help people blow their hair, we can't break people's things. "I forgave others and continued to help them. Came to the field and found that the field was covered? Do you play with aphids? The seedlings are dying. I blow gently, and the waterwheel turns to send water to the field. Miao Miao drank enough water and kept thinking about me and nodded happily. I came to the river again, and people were pushing the boat hard. I blew another gust of wind, and the ship moved slowly and sailed away slowly.
In autumn, when I walked through the Woods, all the leaves fell, like dancing butterflies. They fly and fly, and then fall to the ground. Maple leaves gathered on the ground are like burning flames, burning the whole mountain red.
In winter, I crossed the street and came to the kingdom of snow. In the park, plum blossoms bloom in the snow and ice, like handfuls of bright umbrellas. When I blow, the flowers sway with the wind, like fluttering flower-shaped scarves.
I see, sometimes I help others, sometimes I don't, but as long as I control it well, everyone will like me.
Wind Excellent Composition 4 Write this article. Really confused, suddenly, the autumn wind began. ...
Looking at the busy streets, I inexplicably remembered that I released Jeff Chang Shin-Che Xinche in the middle of the night yesterday, and my heart was full of bitterness and endless bitterness. I didn't realize this delicate and fragile feeling before, but overnight, I suddenly realized.
I often think that, in fact, all people have a sad period, want to forget, but can't help but recall that you hit him as hard as gold elsewhere, and this place is as fragile as glass.
So, I wrote.
Choose your words carefully,
Sunset, chrysanthemums, autumn wind, I saw the world full of colorful flowers, the leaves fluttering in the wind are still dancing with Qiu Die in the warm sunshine, half bright and half dark, and the songs sung by people in the distance are still spreading in the autumn wind, rippling in the wind and refusing to disperse for a long time. ...
I firmly believe that I am a messenger sent by heaven to benefit mankind.
This harvest season is a dance music played by God. It's autumn, the trees are crying, the clouds are floating, and suddenly they turn into smoke with a smile. Zi Linqiu is still taking care of the world, so am I.
This long road has gone through countless times and never left a footprint. The heart has been dragged away by the wind, and the broken soul has been wandering for a long time, and will eventually be fixed on this road, forever ... the whole world will burn out in an instant and wait quietly. ...
This is what I want to express, and I don't know what it is.
5 The wind is everywhere; Can't see or touch. However, we can feel it with our hearts.
In the silent night, the wind is whistling, as if to escort people. In the bright daytime, the wind is also blowing "whirring", helping people to eliminate the heat and blow away the fatigue of the day.
When I was a child, I asked myself, "What is the wind like?" I think of a girl with white skin, long hair and curved eyebrows, like the moon. Suddenly, the girl in my mind disappeared, and there was no thought in an instant. I asked anxiously again, "Miss Feng, Miss Feng, how are you?" No one answered. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew. I tried to smell every gust of wind and savor every taste of it, but I couldn't say anything. I asked my mother again. My mother thought for a long time before saying, "It should be like some people in society who silently contribute to the people." I went to ask my friends again. The little friend said slowly: "The wind protects us and protects the world. We have been surrounded by the wind. "
One day, I thought I was waiting for the wind. I've been waiting! I've been waiting! He is wearing a white shirt, and his skin is cold and white, ignoring people. The wind blew through my hair, and suddenly, he disappeared, but his appearance was deeply remembered in my mind, and I will remember it forever, forever. ...
Later, I learned that the wind is invisible and intangible, just like transparency, people can't fathom his mind.
The whistling wind outside the window, listening to the "Cleisthenes" sound made by the empty wind outside the window, has a strong charm. As the ancients said, people exercise on the internet, which is refreshing and flowing, which makes people feel deeply. Reading on a windy night makes people feel happy. At this time, it was already after the morning, standing on the playground, relaxed and happy, and my mood was suddenly enlightened. Years change, and the four seasons are orderly. There are spring breeze, Xia Feng, autumn wind and winter wind. Spring breeze has always been favored by the world. Zhang zhi's famous sentence "I don't know who cut the good leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors." It is to describe the spring breeze. Spring breeze, like a mother's hand, gently caresses people's faces, making people feel refreshed. Spring breeze blows green wicker and green Shan Ye, bringing vitality to the earth and making it full of vitality.
It is very hot in summer, and it seems that few people sing in this season. Autumn is a mature season, but it is also a season when everything gradually withers. Sadness, sadness, loneliness, autumn wind has a different flavor. The autumn wind gently blows the hay, as if to soothe it and let it decorate the earth again in the coming year. Yellow leaves fall to the ground with the autumn wind. Autumn wind brings a bumper harvest and gives people a chance to be born again.
People hate winter, especially the wind in winter. The cold wind blows on people like thousands of needles. The wind whistling outside the window is creepy. Therefore, people don't like winter, they just hope that spring will come soon, make the earth green again, feel the breath of spring and accept the touch of spring breeze. This is the wind of the four seasons. I read it, and it was interesting.
According to ancient poems, the wind in spring is "blowing cold willows"; Autumn wind is "bleak autumn wind, cold weather;" The wind in winter is "cold trees comb bones". What is the wind in summer?
In the morning, at first light, the square was full of excitement. Some people get together for morning exercises, do radio gymnastics according to the beat, some people walk and run around the square, and some people are exercising with fitness equipment. Some uncles and aunts with dogs joined in to exercise together, sweating like an appointment, but the morning breeze in summer floated over to give people a little coolness.
At noon, people's sweat flowed over and over again, but the sun was still high in the sky, with no intention of resting. Everyone had to use ice cream to cool down, but there was a long queue in front of the ice cream shop. If only there were a cool breeze! The wind is coming! But the wind is like hot air in a hair dryer. It is already very hot at noon in summer, and the hot air like flame becomes as hot as adding fuel to the fire.
In the blink of an eye, at night, the stars came out and the wind was cold. People hope that the cool wind will always exist. This kind of wind seems to hear people's voices, bringing coolness to people again and again and accompanying people to sleep.
Another morning, Xia Feng came to us with the morning light.
The wind comes and goes without a trace. Although we can't see, touch or smell, we can feel it.
The leaves make a swish sound, and the wind is playing games with them, throwing them high and far. The water suddenly cracked. It was the wind that naughtily wrinkled the lake. Brother ant disappeared, but the wind was too anxious and knocked him away. The wind comes and goes without a trace, sometimes gentle and sometimes impatient.
The wind is irregular, because it is the youngest and most naughty child of Mother Nature. One moment the east is noisy, the other moment the grass is blown down, the trees are blown crooked and the leaves are blown off.
Although the wind is naughty, it will do good things. Blowing willow girl's hair, helping ants dissipate heat and helping dandelion find a new home are all part of its daily life. The wind turns the windmill very fast, blowing leaves and petals everywhere, becoming a viewing conference, which is the specialty of the wind.
Of course, the wind is not easy to bully, and whoever makes it angry is terrible. Call its good friends to make trouble together, and even ten cows can't be pulled back. The wind blew down houses, trees, flowers and insects. Wind and rain accompany, they are a pair of partners. The rain washed everything away directly, leaving nothing behind. When we are together, no one dares to provoke them easily. Small animals and the like are reluctant to leave, and they can't wait to have more legs. But the wind calmed down as usual.
The wind comes and goes without a trace, with changeable personality, clear distinction between good and evil, and bad temper. Do you like it?
If you ask me what I want to be, I will tell you without hesitation. I want to be a colorful wind, birds singing through the grass and forest, and come to us with the most touching freshness. Because of the wind, human life is full of flavor.
If I were a wisp of wind, mom, would you still know me? When you walk on a country road, breathing the fresh air, a gust of wind mixed with the fragrance of gardenia swept over your face, making people intoxicated. But would you know it was your daughter's little hand? I will do magic in front of you like a magician, as long as all the places I pass are full of flowers and lush.
If I were a gust of wind, my friend, would you still know me? When small groups get together, lie on the soft grass and enjoy the beautiful scenery. At that time, I will come to you silently with light steps. Seeing you sweating like a pig, I tried my best to suck milk and blow "hoo-hoo". You suddenly feel extremely cool and fall asleep sweetly before you know it.
If I were a breeze, brother, would you still know me? When you are eating ice cream in hot summer, and the sultry atmosphere can't be solved, I will exert the magic of my small energy bar and gently bring you endless coolness.
If I were a wisp of wind, I would be ever-changing: the spring breeze is like a colorful lollipop, warm; Xia Feng is like a strawberry lollipop, full of enthusiasm; Autumn wind is like a blueberry lollipop, cool, and winter is like a coffee lollipop.
If I were a wisp of wind, I would fulfill my wish, travel around the world, enjoy the world, be close to nature and love it.
Gradually, I like to go for a walk, enjoy the feeling of the wind blowing on my face, and-meet an expected "she".
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I always feel that a thin film has formed between people in life. Because both sides don't want to touch each other, there is an opportunity for the gap. The so-called emotion is like an hourglass. Want to stay, but lost to time. And what we leave to ourselves is only a lonely desert in our hearts, but maybe at a certain moment, we can find a deposit in our hearts, that is happiness.
If you don't look carefully, the leaves on the tree will be another color in just two days. From the pleasant light green at first to the desirable dark green. They danced with the wind and swayed with their hearts.
That night, I was walking alone on a country road. There are not many people on the road, so I probably don't want to follow the trend! Even so, it is extremely happy. Although it is not particularly beautiful here, it is enough for people to appreciate it seriously.
Walking slowly, the trees on both sides seem to give people a kind of comfort, just like the shadow that exists when walking in the light, which has always been with me. The winding path is more beautiful than those straight roads! Just like the outline of a building, sharp and tough lines flash. Although it was dark around, with the help of moonlight, everything was so quiet and reassuring.
Still wondering, can you save your lonely heart? If time stands still for a moment, I will hear my own heartbeat. Perhaps I have understood that the temperature in my heart is not indifferent because of loneliness.
When I went back, the wind blew slowly, and I knew that I had met her, a brand-new self, a self that brought me happiness!
-P.S.
Wind 1 1 Wind is one of the indispensable things in nature, and the wind in each season will bring happiness to people.
The wind in spring is warm. She is like a loving mother's hands, stroking the beautiful land in spring and awakening the grass sleeping underground. Spring breeze makes the earth warm; Wake up everything from a deep sleep and let the flowers bloom. Farmers are farming in the spring breeze.
The wind in summer is sometimes sultry, which makes people feel irritable; Sometimes it's refreshing and makes people feel comfortable. In hot summer, many people will sit in the shade to enjoy the cool, play chess and games. Under the scorching sun, people are most eager to blow a cool breeze, and at this time, Xia Feng seems to know people's hearts.
The autumn wind came, driving away the hot summer and bringing a refreshing autumn. Autumn wind is like a fairy, showing her graceful dance, and dead leaves dance for her. Whenever the autumn wind blows, dead leaves quickly fall from the trees, just like butterflies dancing in mid-air.
The cold wind blows in winter, and it feels like a sharp knife scraping on people's faces, which makes people feel biting pain. People who are afraid of the cold don't want to go out. Some small animals and plants hide before winter comes, because they are afraid of the winter wind.
The winds in the four seasons have their own postures and characteristics, and each has its own duties, so that nature can circulate regularly.
If I can choose my own destiny, I would rather be a gust of wind.
The arrival of the wind drove away the heat during the day and brought a burst of coolness; The arrival of the wind dispelled the noise of the day and brought a little peace; The arrival of the wind eased the fatigue of the day and brought a fresh feeling.
But in real life, I am not a gust of wind, but a friend of the wind.
I remember it told me that it liked wind chimes, so I bought a blue wind chime and hung it in front of the window. Whenever you hear the wind chime ring, you don't have to guess.
In the morning, I stood on the balcony and enjoyed a new day. On a beautiful day, it came. Wandering around me, he often pulls my cheek playfully and blows at me, and my clothes dance in the direction he blows. Sometimes, he will whisper in my ear and tell his own experience; Sometimes, I will see its shallow smile, smell its faint fragrance and hear its gentle heartbeat!
It is good to have its company during the day. It has one advantage, that is, modesty. People often praise it as a sower of hope, a transmitter of information and a giver of gifts. Without it, we can't feel the vitality of spring, the passion of summer, the harvest of autumn and the majesty of winter. But it tells me that it never cares whether it will be understood. It always comes gently, walks gently, waves its sleeves and doesn't take away a cloud!
At night, I stood at the window and the wind chimes rang. I know, my friend, you are here. You say you are the embodiment of the night, and you say, "When the night comes, can dawn be far behind?"
Just after ten o'clock, the wind chime in front of the window rang again. I know, you are here, my friend! ……
I like the wind, its tenderness, its warmth, its moving, and its naughty.
Spring breeze, like a loving mother, caresses the earth with gentle hands and awakens all sleeping things: the grass drills out of the ground and swings as if waving to us; Colorful flowers open their smiling faces and dance in the wind; Frog woke up from hibernation and began its "voluntary labor"; Hearing the call of the spring breeze, the bear got up lazily and went out to look for food ... everything on the ground was full of vitality.
Xia Feng is like a passionate little girl. The sun is like fire. When Xia Feng walked past the construction site, he sent coolness to the construction workers after a hard day's work. When Xia Feng crossed the field, he brought comfort to the hard-working peasant uncle; When Xia Feng passed the window of every family, it brought comfort to the people in the house. People can't help but sigh: "Oh, it's so cool! If only there were more such winds! " Look, how popular Xia Feng is!
Autumn wind, like a beautician, dyes the maple's hair red to make it look more radiant; Apply rouge to the apple's face to make it look more charming; Put purple robes on grapes to make them more attractive; I put on golden clothes for wheat and rice and a white hat on cotton head ... autumn wind makes the earth colorful and intoxicating.
The winter wind is like a naughty child, blowing people's faces for a while, bringing chills; After a while, I shook the tree on the roadside angrily and pulled the "hair" of the tree; After a while, it took its little friend snow away from the sky and painted the face of the earth white. The winter wind is really naughty!
I love this unique and changeable four seasons!
I am waiting for a bright moon, and I am waiting for a wind.
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Put down the book, the flame of the wick will go out. Take off the wick and add some kerosene, and the flame will light up again. Pushing open the window, starlight came in and spilled all over the floor. The path in front of the door was covered with silver and weeds were dancing on both sides.
Just like that summer night many years ago, the stars shone and the sweet-scented osmanthus floated all over the city, and people had entered a beautiful dream. You are lonely on the road, why do you wander alone? Petals fall on your head, and you stumble desperately. The stars are lonely and the moonlight is hazy.
The evening breeze blows, the leaves rustle, the petals are like rain, and they are like snowflakes under the dim street lights. In the South China Sea, is there a Jiao Ren floating on the moon on the shore? Does the sea breeze blow your long hair and your cheeks? Your tears bear my concern.
I miss the days of hiding in Tibet, but I still can't escape my memory. The sound of the evening wind brings a slight green past, and I don't know where the beads are. Perhaps the softest haze can resist the toughest edge, and it can also flow to you and me, emitting the fragrance of love. The waves beat against the coast, giving out plaintive songs.
The light is dim again, and the wick is unable to bow its head. It seems that we can't resist fate, and we can only feel sad silently. The difference is that the wick can glow again, but we can't remove the words on the scroll. These words are clearly visible. When is the spring flower and autumn moon? We know how much we can't get rid of the past. How can we be sad?
When the wind comes, dandelion turns its thoughts into a ball of fluff, and the wind acts as a messenger to take it far away. Willow trees dance for you in the wind. You noticed the willow, but you didn't see me around it.
I blew out the lamp, but the stars were still there. No moon is still there, will you come?
Waiting for a bright moon and a wind.
I am the wind, from any corner of the world. People can't see or touch me, sometimes they hate me and sometimes they like me. Whether they hate me or like me, I will try my best to help mankind and help the colorful world I like.
Following the gentle cloud elder sister, I wander, looking for people in need. In spring, I wake up everything; In summer, all my flowers are smiling; In autumn, I let crops and fruit trees bear fruit. In winter, I blow goose feathers and heavy snow, so that people can enjoy the snow. ...
Huh? Is there a child crying there? I quickly turned into a spring breeze and flew past, only to see a gust of wind roll up. what can I do? Is it to coax children or solve the strong wind? When I hesitated, the strong wind had rushed to the door of the resident's house, and I quickly floated in front of him and melted into my body. The child cried even harder, and his parents just came back, coaxing and cursing: "What a nasty wind!" " "I put this curse behind me because I know that people who don't know are innocent. Why bother? But I didn't help anyone, and I was a little lost.
Gradually, in summer, people proudly go to work and school. I see them sweating like rain, and I am just a breeze in summer, which can't bring people cool. At this moment, someone suddenly said, "If only there was a gust of wind! A breeze will do! " Hearing this sentence, I dived and brought a fine breeze to people. A little girl whispered, "Thank you, Feng." Hearing this, I smiled with satisfaction.
So, I drifted again, to help people in need and to love this colorful world! I believe that as long as each of us tries our best to help others, the world will become better!
Annual summary of volunteer service 1
County cultural service volunteers vigorously carry forward the volunteer spirit of "dedication, frien