If the wind has color, the wind is colorful.
If the wind has color, the spring wind is green. As soon as the wind blows, the green grass drills the little head out of the soil. In the farmland, the farmer's uncle is busy using Niu Gengdi. When the wind blows, rice fields look like a green ocean from a distance. Spring breeze brings vitality to the earth.
If the wind has color, the summer wind is crimson. The sun scorched the earth. Children blow air conditioners at home and don't want to go out in hot summer. Some people use big fans to fan the wind for environmental protection! Outside the window, cicadas kept calling in the tree, as if to say, "It's so hot! It's so hot! " The dog at the door was lying listlessly on the ground, sticking out its tongue.
If the wind has color, the autumn wind is colorful. When the wind blows, the ginkgo trees turn yellow, and the yellow leaves are like handfuls of small fans, fans, fans! Dispel the summer heat. It gave the red maple, whose leaves floated around like stamps, bringing the coolness of autumn. Gold is the color of the field. Look, the fields not far away are like a golden ocean. Orange is the fruit tree, oranges and persimmons are squeezed and touched, vying for people to pick them! Chrysanthemum fairy gets more colors, such as orange, light yellow and snow white ... beautiful chrysanthemums nod frequently in autumn.
If the wind has color, the winter wind is red. During the Chinese New Year, red lanterns are hung at the door of every household, and children also put on new clothes. Like every year, couplets are still posted on both sides of the door, banners are posted on the wall, and firecrackers are set off, all in order to drive away Nian beast. The winter wind is still white, and the children are wearing cotton-padded jackets, scarves, hats and gloves to say "goodbye" to their parents! I ran away. Snow-covered, as if to the earth covered with a layer of white carpet, roofs, streets and alleys everywhere. Children have many activities at school, some are having snowball fights, some are making snowmen, making snow angels in the snow, and so on. Children's laughter is written on their faces. ...
The wind in the four seasons is beautiful, which gives life to the earth.
Some people say that life is like a poem and life is like a song. However, I want to say that life is like a storm. How can you see a rainbow without experiencing it? Life is made up of setbacks and rainbows. First you experience setbacks, and then you will get a rainbow.
Hey, Chinese, why did you do so badly in the exam? Just over 60 points. I got more than 90 points at my deskmate. What should I do when I see this? You know, I know that I am a boy with strong self-esteem and can't bear such a mental blow. I must study Chinese well and try to surpass my deskmate. If given the chance, I will surpass the first master of Chinese in my class. From then on, I made up my mind to learn Chinese well.
The next day, a brand-new day, I decided to study Chinese well from today, and everything was ready. "Xiao Ming, come and stay, let's fly kites in the park!" "The neighbor's children shouted." What, flying a kite? "I immediately ran out of the window and looked down. I recognized his voice as soon as I heard it. My heart is surging. You know, flying kites is my favorite activity. I want to play for a while and come back to study in the afternoon. Anyway, it's still early, so playing for a while won't have much impact! But suddenly I saw the wall that stuck to my goal, and the words that inspired me were written on it. It says: "If teenagers don't work hard, the boss will be sad and waste time. This is to verify the crime. I suddenly realized that there will be tomorrow after tomorrow, and there will be so many tomorrows. I will wait for tomorrow, and everything will be wasted. Yes! To do one thing, we should be single-minded, not half-hearted, but also cherish time and persevere. Finally, I gave up playing and refused my little friend.
From that moment on, I cherish time, overcome difficulties, refuse temptation and study hard. Finally, I got excellent grades and gave my teacher a perfect answer sheet. My grades are higher than those of the first master in Chinese, and I was praised by my teacher. I'm so happy!
Ah! Life is like a poem, a song, and a setback. How can there be a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain? At any time, the rainbow after rain is more beautiful, and the success after setbacks is more touching. Life is like a setback!
If the wind has color.
If the wind has color, then it will be green! Green represents life, a gust of wind blows, grass breaks ground, flowers gradually bloom and are colorful. Birds fly to the top of tall trees and sing with sweet voices. Beautiful songs are unforgettable. People wear beautiful spring clothes and walk in the street with warm smiles on their lips.
If the wind has color, then it will be red! Red stands for fiery, a whirring wind is blowing, lotus flowers are in full bloom in the pool, dragonflies are flying around leisurely, and the artistic conception is beautiful! Trees are flourishing, and shady trees can be seen everywhere. Birds are playing in the tree, and people are enjoying the cool under it. By the river, people wear light swimsuits, feel like a duck in the river, and their hearts are full of joy!
If the wind has color, then it will be golden! Gold represents a bumper harvest. A gust of wind blew and a piece of golden rice appeared in front of my eyes. Everyone next to me has a happy smile on his face, and there is another good harvest this year. In the orchard, adults and children beat the fruit on the tree with bamboo poles and ate it with relish. The maple leaves on the mountain are red, and the children naughty pick up the fallen leaves and scatter them in the sky, leaving warm happiness in people's hearts!
If the wind has color, then it will be white! White represents purity. A gust of wind blew, and snowflakes like goose feathers floated in the sky. Crystal clear, the beautiful snow is intoxicating. The plum blossoms in the corner stand proudly in the cold wind, which reminds me of the heroes of the Chinese nation who have had integrity for 5 thousand years. Don't they have the nature of plum blossoms? No matter the snow, they never bow their heads. Isn't this soul of china in China?
I stopped writing here, because it suddenly occurred to me that the wind is colorful, it is the color of the four seasons, it is a strange color, called happiness!
There are many kinds of winds, such as the spring breeze blowing on your face, the rustling autumn wind, the biting cold wind … but what if the wind has color?
If the wind has color, I hope it is green, tender green, like the color of spring! Wake up the sleeping earth in winter and revive everything. A local gust of wind blew across the earth, the grass poked its lovely little head out of the ground, the trees sprouted, the river jingled happily, and everything was so green and full of vitality. The tireless wind blows all over the world, sending bright colors, bright colors and fragrant breath to every corner!
If the wind has color, I hope it is blue, blue, like the color of summer! Cool and gentle, bring a touch of coolness to the hot summer days, and send a touch of coolness to people working under the scorching sun. Blow dry the sweat dripping from your forehead, brush your hair tips and remove the hot air. Bring coolness to everything and comfort to people exposed to the sun. It's Miss Xia's footsteps!
If the wind has color, I hope it is yellow, golden yellow, the same color as autumn! Blowing through the treetops, the leaves turn yellow, flying in the air like golden butterflies; Blow across the grass and put a yellow coat on the grass; Blowing across the field, the wheat field turns golden, like a golden ocean; Blowing through the orchard, the fruit is ripe and emits attractive fragrance; Blowing through the flowers, chrysanthemums are in full bloom, and the fragrance is refreshing ... The golden smell of the earth brings the joy of harvest!
If the wind has color, I hope it is white, snow-white, like the color of winter! With pieces of snow falling on the earth, overnight, everything was covered with a white quilt and wrapped in silver. On the lawn, snowmen are lifelike, and everyone has fun making snowmen and having snowball fights. Every household heard bursts of vegetable fragrance, and firecrackers were deafening. White wind and light with a strong New Year's breath, send joy and joy to everyone!
However, the wind has no color and is transparent. But in my heart, the wind is colorful, colorful, creating this beautiful and moving world.
When I got up in the morning and opened the window, there was a breeze in Xu Lai. I thought: does the wind have color?
If the wind has color, I think it must be green. With the arrival of spring, the wind has also accelerated its pace, stroking the grass that broke ground, passing the willow covered with green clothes, flying over the tinkling stream and leaving in a hurry from a vibrant land; Miss Xia came to the world with the wind. Their footprints were printed on the earth and turned into small puddles. A child was playing, found a puddle, called a group of friends and danced on the grass. The wind sang and danced with the accompaniment of Lei Gonggong; The wind looked at the blooming flowers under the dense trees; The wind is flying in the hot weather, with a hint of refreshment and pleasure.
If the wind has color, I think it must be red. Walking in the maple forest in autumn, I dyed the maple leaf's face red. The wind came, bringing maple leaves to the farmland and blowing the farmer's uncle's face red. Flowers and grass were seen before they withered, and before they could speak, they returned to the embrace of the earth with smiling faces. When the wind strolled in the street, people in the street felt a little cold and put on thick clothes.
If the wind has color, I think it must be white. The wind galloped away, making all living things tremble. Dong, a kind mother-in-law, could not bear to put on a white coat for the world. What is the wind doing? It turned out that she was looking for Xiaocao's brother, Xiaohua's sister, Miss Maple Leaf and Xiaoxi. Where did they go? Nobody knows. Feng put on a white coat, said goodbye to Grandma Dong in dismay, and set foot on his way home.
If the wind is colored, I think it must be colored. Feng wants to know. Suddenly, on the way home, the wind saw grass, flowers, streams, maple leaves and many small animals. Where are they? They are in the wind. It turns out that they all want to travel again in the breeze.
I often stand in the wind and feel the wonder of the wind. I often can't help but think: What color will the wind be? Is it gentle or gentle, if the wind has color. I have been looking for answers since I was a child. I never thought about it, but if I breathe gently, I seem to feel the color of the wind. This is ...
When the spring valley comes with light steps, when the wind blows across our cheeks, no one will notice. What color is that? Spring has come, the grass has spread, and the wind has blown everything green in the world. Spring is a green wind. If the wind has color, the spring wind is undoubtedly green.
When a hundred flowers blossom. What color will the wind be in hot summer? When cicadas sing boring songs in the treetops, birds will feel dizzy and sleepy because of the sultry weather. The chrysanthemums in the pond are even more colorful, and they are very bright and charming. Against the big green leaves and the quiet pool water, they are like a fire. The wind in summer is red. If the wind has color, the summer wind is red.
A mature young woman, Qiugu, came, bringing an autumn wind and turning over the fields. Flowers. Trees, all blown yellow, have entered a golden world. Look! The full corn in the field, covered with a layer of white gauze, dances in the wind. Mature wheat, bent by the fruit and blown by the wind, almost cracked with laughter. It is really cute. The farmer's uncle smiled sweeter and more beautiful. Seeing this field in Huang Cancan and the joy of harvest, how can he not smile sweetly? If the wind is colored, the autumn wind is golden, which makes autumn yellow.
Whenever grandpa brings the wind in winter, the whole world becomes a snowy world. Snow angels helped Mother Earth spread a layer of snow-white carpet, and snow angels turned the clouds into snowflakes, which always made the children jump. Rows of trees are covered with silver by the wind, but they still stand under the sky, and they are still so tall and brave without giving up winter. If the wind has color, there is no doubt that the wind in winter is white.
If the wind has colors, everything in the world will become colorful. ...
My mother didn't do anything earth-shattering, but she made me feel a ray of love.
One night, I accidentally hurt my forehead. When my mother saw it, she quickly picked me up and ran to the hospital. I asked my mother to put me down, and I wanted to run by myself. My mother said, "No, no, it's almost to the hospital!" " "Inadvertently, I found my mother's barefoot, and something red flowed out from the soles of her feet. What is that? Let me have a closer look, ah! That's mom's blood! It turned out that my mother ran out with me before she put on her shoes. The stone on the road grinds out the blood on my mother's feet, and the blood is printed on the way to the hospital.
The cold wind blowing head-on blew on my mother's face. When I came home from school, it suddenly rained cats and dogs. I forgot my umbrella that day and had to wait until the rain stopped. In the rain, I saw a vague figure coming towards me, "Ah! It's mom! " I cheered. My mother came up to me and said with a smile, "I forgot my umbrella!" " Don't be so careless next time.
All right! Forget it, let's go home! "On the way home, my mother has been holding an umbrella by my side, but she was caught in the rain. So, I said to my mother, "mom, please hold your umbrella with you!" "Look! Your clothes are all wet! " Mother kindly said, "Nothing, nothing! It's nothing ... ". When I got home, I found my mother's clothes and hair … all wet. Yes! "Father's love is like a mountain, and mother's love is like the sea!"
Motherly love is really like an endless ocean, so vast! So fearless! How warm!
Motherly love is like a warm spring breeze, gently stroking my face!
If the wind has color, what color is it?
If the wind is colored, I will turn it into black, because the summer sun is too hot, and when the black wind blows, it can help us blow away a little heat.
If the wind has color, I will turn it into white, because the night is too dark, and the white wind can bring us light when it is urged.
If the wind has color, I will turn it into pink, because most flowers are red. When the pink wind blows, we seem to smell a refreshing flower fragrance.
If the wind has color, I will turn it into purple, because I like purple best, and I prefer purple all the time around me!
If the wind has color, I will turn it into color, because rainbows have color. When the colorful wind blows, it seems that a rainbow hangs on the horizon on a sunny day.
What color can the wind turn into?
If the wind has color, what color is it?
If the wind is colored, I will turn it into black, because the summer sun is too hot, and when the black wind blows, it can help us blow away a little heat.
If the wind has color, I will turn it into white, because the night is too dark, and the white wind can bring us light when it is urged.
If the wind has color, I will turn it into pink, because most flowers are red. When the pink wind blows, we seem to smell a refreshing flower fragrance.
If the wind has color, I will turn it into purple, because I like purple best, and I prefer purple all the time around me!
If the wind has color, I will turn it into color, because rainbows have color. When the colorful wind blows, it seems that a rainbow hangs on the horizon on a sunny day.
What color can the wind turn into?
In my little fantasy girl's mind, there are many strange ideas bubbling. I had a pair of wings yesterday. Today, the wind made me paint again. What color is the wind? Red, yellow, cyan, blue ... I don't know. By the way, ask everyone. "Sister, if the wind has color, what color is it?" My sister became the first person I visited. Hearing this, my sister thought for a moment and said, "I think it's blue!" " Because you see, the sky outside the window is as blue as a gem, so noble and quiet, only the blue wind can deserve the blue sky! "Yes, yes, the wind is blue.
"Mom, what color is the wind?" "You this child, the wind which meeting have color? However, if there is, I think it is probably golden yellow! " "Why?" I cocked my head and asked my mother, "Why is it golden?" "Because, in the windy season, it is autumn. It can be seen that the wind is the favorite autumn, and golden yellow is the representative of autumn, so I said that bright yellow is the color of the wind. " I thought about it, yes, the wind should be golden. "Dad, what color is the wind?" "This ..." Dad hesitated. After a while, my father said, "The wind is green.
You see, the wind blows around all day, showing us the vitality of human beings. Grass green is also a vibrant color, so I say that the wind is grass green. "Listen to my father, I nodded thoughtfully. Yes, the wind must be grass green. Now I'm worried. What color is the wind? I meditated in the blue sky for a long time with my chin cupped. Oh, I see. The wind is transparent and colorful because it represents your love and interpretation of nature. ...
One morning, I just woke up and opened my eyes. "Huh? Why is it all faint green around? " When I got dressed and opened the door, I was suddenly startled: the whole world is colorful!
At this time, my sister came up to me and said, "Sister, you finally woke up!" " "I asked strangely," How long did I sleep? " "You slept for thirty years! In those years when you were asleep, the world has changed countless times. For example, don't you see that the world is colorful now? In fact, the wind is colored. "I was surprised and said," Does the wind have color? "This is amazing!" "Yes, if you want to know more, just come with me!" My sister asked me to go outside with her.
Walking outside, my sister said as she walked, "The wind in spring is pink now; Summer is red; Autumn is dark yellow; Winter is white. Our mood will also change the color of the surrounding wind, such as yellow when we are happy, red when we are angry, blue when we are sad, purple when we are afraid, and light green when we are happy. We can also observe the mood of animals according to these! " "ah! No wonder the room was light green when I woke up! " I find this is really a magical world.
Suddenly, I felt my foot trip and fell. I was suddenly surprised to find that I was still sleeping in bed. It was a dream! Look around as before, but I think if we look at the world according to this dream, the wind can really have color.
You see the spring wind blowing the earth green; Blowing the blue sky in summer; Blowing yellow wheat fields in autumn; Winter blows the whole world white. ...
If the wind had color, how beautiful it would be!
If the wind has color, the spring wind is tender green! The tender green wind blew across the fields, and the wheat seedlings turned green; Blowing through the river, the ice and snow melt; Blowing over the hill, the tree has sprouted. Feng Chun is a great painter. He painted clear streams, green mountains and wet soil with pigments in the palette, and the soil still exudes fragrance. Spring breeze is a great musician, erasing other parts of the forest and replacing them with light and beautiful melodies!
If the wind has color, the summer wind is lux! The lush wind blows through the flowers, and the flowers bloom in gorgeous colors; Blow through people's hearts and make people excited; Blowing through the sky, rendering a different beauty. The wind in summer is an artist. He carved a beautiful picture and described the beauty that belongs to nature.
If the wind has color, the autumn wind is golden! The golden wind blew across the fields, and all the plants bore fruit. They are big and sweet, crispy and delicious. The golden wind blows into people's hearts, which is warm, gentle and comfortable. Autumn wind is a gardener, planting every delicious and beautiful fruit; Autumn wind is a string of silver bells. As soon as it rings, we will know that this year is another bumper harvest.
If the wind has color, then winter is snow! Snow-white wind blows across the fields, covering flowers, grass, trees and wood with its big white quilt to keep them warm all winter; Blow over the river and turn it into a shining mirror. The winter wind is lively and naughty, like a disobedient baby.
Every season has its own color, that would be great!
Feng Ru's composition 12 is gone! Gently, quietly, like the wind. Left without a trace. The beginning of a life and the end of a life are dramatically linked, just like a gust of wind, I don't know where it originated and where it ended! Lighter than wind, lighter than water.
Four years ago, I experienced the pain in Where Are You Going!
Grandpa is an optimistic man, and the lines on his head are all weather-beaten marks. As long as I can remember, grandpa loved me very much, as if I were a pearl in his hand. Why not? Don't touch it once. I made my mother angry. My mother chased me until I was cornered on the sofa. What a coincidence! This is the nearest place to my grandfather. My angry mother was about to lift her shoes and hit me. I was so scared that I couldn't keep my back straight and closed my eyes. I was just about to accept the pain of my flesh when I heard the voice of grandpa, the savior: "Don't hit my granddaughter!" " He pulled me up with trembling shriveled hands and said, "Stop crying, son!" " ! If we make mistakes, we will change them! "At that time, I really wanted to cry in my grandpa's arms! Every weekend, aunts will buy a lot of delicious food for grandpa! These things have become my things, and I often eat them with relish. Grandpa is very happy to appreciate my eating! Three days before grandpa died, he was in excellent mental state. I also naively asked my grandfather, "Grandpa, who did you go to when you left the hospital?" Grandpa said firmly, "of course it's granddaughter's house!" "But I never thought that this was the last conversation with my grandfather. That night, I slept soundly and a phone call woke me up from my dream! My mother then called me sadly, "son, let's go and see grandpa!" " "I looked at my mother in surprise and went to the hospital. Grandpa's ward is empty-an empty hospital bed. Grandpa is really gone, gone! I can't help crying. Grandpa, grandpa! Why don't you see your granddaughter! On that day, the sun stopped shining, the space was no longer blue, the earth was no longer full of vitality, and birds were no longer active.
Later, my aunt gave me a big jar and asked my grandfather to give it to me! I choked on canned food. Grandpa just left and never came back. He left quietly, like the wind.
If the wind has color, I hope it is colorful.
In spring, a green wind blows and awakens the sleeping earth. The grass poked its head out, the floret smiled, the willow stretched itself, straightened up and shook its hair, and the willow branches fluttered in the wind. The wind blew through the desert, and the desert became an oasis, and happy smiles permeated people's faces.
In summer, a light blue wind blew, and the earth changed immediately. Plants were originally bent by the sun, but when the wind blows, they try to straighten their backs. People used to be listless when walking in the street, but when the wind blows, they are full of vitality, with countless excitement, endless self-confidence and infinite gratitude in their eyes. Grandpa Sun felt very strange: "Why?" Haha, that's because the blue wind makes people feel cool.
In autumn, the golden wind blows gently, and the earth harvests. I saw barley dancing in a group dance hand in hand, rice singing a harvest song together, and proud sorghum bowed its head ... In the orchard, red persimmons hung on the trees like small lanterns, and purple grapes waved their hands like people, as if to say, "Come and pick me!" Pears in Huang Chengcheng can't wait to jump down from the tree ... The wind comes to the tree, and when it blows gently, the leaves fall like golden butterflies. They reluctantly bid farewell to the tree mother and travel with the wind like an express train.
In winter, a white wind blows, and the ground is covered with snow. Clouds and pine trees put on snow clothes, which is extremely warm. People put on coats, gloves and hats and huddled together, as if it were much warmer.
If the wind has color, the world will be better!
When I saw the wind chime beside my bed swaying with the wind, my thoughts drifted to that unforgettable afternoon.
It was dark that afternoon, and several classmates and I published a blackboard newspaper in class. Due to carelessness, my hand was cut by the iron sheet protruding from the edge of the blackboard. Looking at the bright red blood drops, I began to cry. Teacher, when you heard the crying in the classroom, you ran into the classroom at once, covered my wound with paper and dragged me to the office. When I arrived, you wiped my wound with alcohol first. In order to alleviate my pain, you also blew gently with your mouth. The cool breeze suddenly made me forget the pain. At this time, you are like a gentle father, with warm and loving eyes. After sticking the band-aid, you reminded me not to let the wound touch water as much as possible to prevent the wound from being infected. My tears once again filled my eyes with disappointment. You think I'm too scared. While wiping away my bewildered tears, you comforted me and said, "The wound will heal soon. The teacher believes that you are a brave little girl. " Teacher, in fact, you don't know that I'm crying not because my hands hurt, but because you made me feel the fatherly love I haven't felt for a long time. Seriously, I really wanted to jump into your arms and cry. ...
As soon as I got home from school, my grandmother greeted me, put my bag on my shoulder, took my hand and asked me if it still hurt. Actually, I know this is not grandma's prophecy. You must have called grandma. Sure enough, grandma asked me to say "thank you" at dinner. Later, I learned that you called grandma first and told her that the little girl was timid and her parents were not around. When you get home, you should calm down, pay attention to the wound not to get wet, and change the band-aid in time to avoid breeding bacteria. ...
It turns out that the cut on your hand is just a minor injury. It would be nice to stick a band-aid, but you comforted me again and again and told me one by one to take good care of my young age. "Thank you, teacher!" Although this sentence is ordinary, it is from my heart.
Before going to bed at night, I will stare at the wind chimes at the bedside. A gust of wind blew, and it rang, as if telling me with a crisp bell: love is like a wind chime, love is like a wind chime. ...
Feng Ru's composition 15 The past is like the wind, and the past is like tea. The longer it is, the stronger it will be, and the more colorful it will be. After a long time, I have changed from that little girl who is not sensible to a slim girl. I don't know how many things I have experienced. But what impressed me most was an incident that happened when I was a child.
At that time, I was very young and just started school. As usual, I go home from school to do my homework. When I saw a lot of lollipops on the table, I thought: Anyway, there are so many lollipops, my mother won't find them without two. Seeing that my mother ignored me, I grabbed two pieces of candy and ate it. But then my mother found that two pieces of sugar were missing and began to question me. "If I say I didn't take it, I will feel less pain and my mother will walk away." The answer is firm: "No" "Isn't it you?" Mom said a little suspiciously. When I heard my mother say this, I was a little scared and slipped away. When eating, my mother said sternly, "Son, you are wrong. You must correct it." . Don't lie to anyone. If you take it, you must admit your mistake. "
But I haven't admitted it yet. But this time my mother got angry and pointed at me and asked, "Did you take it or not?" In the face of my mother's questioning, I cried bitterly. I thought I cried, which could make my mother soft-hearted and forgive me. When I did this, my mother not only didn't forgive me, but accused me more severely. I have forgotten how my mother forced me to tell the truth. I only remember that my chubby little hand wiped away tears and admitted my mistake to my mother. I haven't done such a thing since then. Always remember it and remind yourself. The past, like the wind, will still leave traces in my heart. After many years, this matter is still fresh in my memory. But I realized that it doesn't matter if I made a mistake. As long as I know and correct it, I am a good boy in the eyes of my parents and teachers.