Case 1:
Composition: the colorful world in my eyes
The world is rich and colorful.
Passionate and unrestrained red, warm and cheerful orange, brilliant and rich yellow, refreshing and energetic green, bright and free blue, quiet and serene blue, romantic and noble purple.
This is our world, this is the color of the world.
Roses are red. When it comes to roses, the first thing people think of is the face of a beautiful girl. Red, revealing the longing and expectation for future life;
Oranges and honey pomelo are orange. Such cheerful colors, like grandma's palms, reveal the temperature that goes straight to the heart;
The ears of wheat are golden, the corn is golden, and the fruitful fruit is a brilliant season, a rich, happy and happy color;
Wheat seedlings are green, refreshing, generous and full of vitality.
Pine and cypress are evergreen, bright, pure and free. Whenever the snow reaches the top, it always reminds me of the poem "heavy snow presses pines and cypresses, and pines and cypresses stand tall and straight";
The sea is blue, beautiful and clean. It danced lightly and ran to me happily. How delightful. I hold it in my palm, but it is transparent, so peaceful and serene.
Lavender is purple, emitting a refreshing fragrance, so romantic and noble.
I lifted my face and closed my eyes, as if I felt the warmth and kindness of this colorful color, like grandma's touch, like my mother's kiss, like my sister's singing.
If the world has colors, then it must be colorful.
I love this colorful world, which gives me a family that loves me, a teacher that loves me, and a classmate that loves me. I love this colorful world, which makes me have everything I love and love me; I love this colorful world, and I am willing to do my best for its beauty.
Case 2:
Composition: Hometown is a painting composition.
That autumn, my parents and I got on the bus home. I sat in the car, looked out of the window and looked forward to my beautiful hometown. ...
After getting off the bus, I can't wait to rush to my hometown that I miss so much. Pack your bags, stand on the loess slope and look at the fields. At this time, it was autumn harvest, and the golden wheat was neatly arranged there, much like a sentry guarding his hometown. Hard-working farmers shuttle through the golden wheat fields, harvesting wheat bit by bit. The roar of tractor operation echoed in the fields, and the tricycles parked on the path were also covered with wheat. Grandpa Sun did not hesitate to shine his own light on this golden land, adding a lot of color to this beautiful and simple autumn harvest scroll. I fixed this pleasing autumn harvest picture with my camera.
From time to time, farmers' songs of harvest joy came from the fields, and their faces hung with bright smiles, carving out the traces of time. Dark skin is full of happy sweat, wet patched clothes. I unconsciously use the camera in my hand to collect happy smiles. Clouds around, the sun slowly sets, and the setting sun reddens half the sky. The nearby clouds are covered with orange robes, and the blue sky is dotted with Xia Hong, reflecting the sunset.
I walked leisurely on the country road and looked up at this beautiful picture. The farmer's uncle who was harvesting in the field smiled and said to me, "son, help pick the ears of wheat in the field." You can have candied haws when you pick them. " I ran to the wide field, looking for ears of wheat in the sunset. The sun gradually set in the west and finally stopped at the top of the mountain. At first glance, the field is golden, just like the color of the sunset. At this time, the geese will form a "human" shape in the vast air for a while and a "one" shape for a while to show their beautiful dance.
At night, I lie on the grass, by the lake in my hometown, as clear as a mirror, and the sky is reflected in the water. There is a bright moon hanging in the dark night sky, and there are several bright stars beside it. Every time I read an article in a Chinese textbook, I always want to pick out a picture of seven stars with the moon through the words in the book, but I didn't expect to witness this magical natural landscape unexpectedly. I would like to indulge in it and never wake up. The quiet forest on the other side dotted the starry sky reflected by the lake. I gradually fell asleep in this beautiful picture.
The beautiful hometown has accompanied me through one sun and moon after another, giving me a unique "picture scroll". I hid it in my heart and put it in my heart.
Case 3:
Composer: Miss Qiu
Some people like the spring when birds are singing and flowers are fragrant; Some people like hot and cheerful summer; Others like the winter of ice and snow; As for me, I like autumn with fruitful results and fragrant grains.
Today, Miss Qiu came and quietly came to us in that beautiful and unique dress. Teacher Qiu came to the field, and the autumn wind blew the ears of wheat that were about to turn green and yellow. Little wheat ears seemed to whisper, shouting, "Sister Qiu is coming! Sister Qiu is here! " Miss Qiu came to the river, the clear river was flowing, and the little fish was about to swim ashore to say goodbye to us. The pine trees by the river are still so majestic, wearing that proud suit, which is awesome! In the past, grass was their mischief. Today, it entered a sweet dream with flower girl. Some towering trees in the past have slowly taken off their green clothes, for fear that bad weather will stain their beautiful clothes. Maybe they want to wait until winter to wear it!
Miss Qiu gently stroked the flowers and trees with her hands, as if playing a lullaby, urging their little plants to fall asleep quickly!
In the past, butterflies in the summer sky have gone to a warm country, but now there are some "butterflies" in the autumn sky, which are replacing real butterflies. You must wonder: "Where can there be butterflies in autumn?" Yes, that's the leaves that were blown off by the autumn wind. The autumn wind blows gently, and the leaves fall in succession. They danced in the air and flew to their hearts' content. There are yellow, green and semi-yellow and semi-green, and there are many kinds. Although they are not as colorful as real butterflies, they also have another unique style. After the leaves fall, they slowly pile up into a leaf "carpet", and naughty children are jumping and stamping their feet on it, very excited.
Autumn is also the harvest season. Little persimmon in the street is like a small lantern, smiling sweetly, ah! What a beautiful autumn!
Vibrant summer is beautiful, but autumn full of harvest joy is more lovely!