In study, work and even life, everyone has written compositions, and they must be familiar with all kinds of compositions. Composition is when people express the relevant knowledge, experience and thoughts stored in their memory in written form. The narrative method that comes out. Still at a loss for composition? The following are 5 essays on the topic of wind that I compiled. I hope they can help you. Essay on the topic of wind Part 1
In my eyes, you are the strong man of nature, the embodiment of speed, and the unpredictable magician.
You are sometimes rough and bold, sometimes gentle and graceful; sometimes arrogant and fiery, sometimes ruthless; sometimes mysterious and unpredictable, sometimes close to each other. I cannot resist your "magic". I love your way of going your own way, your gentleness after your roughness, your passion after your coldness, and everything about you. Therefore, I am willing to tolerate everything about you, including your successes and failures, your anger and carnival, your roars and lows, your freedom and limitations. You are - Feng, the "idol" I strive for.
You are like a baby without any scruples, crying without scruples, laughing without scruples, and making noises without scruples. When you came to play in a peaceful paradise, I built a high wind screen for them, just to block your majestic singing and colorful temptation, and I didn't want you to stir up waves that had been calm for a long time. However, when the hard and thick wind screen encounters your stormy and thunderous rush and agitation, it cannot retreat.
When you break through the wind screen that blocks your progress, you reveal your wind nature - indulgence. You have fun in that piece of paradise that is no longer "quiet". Skimming over the bare land, leaving green grass all over the ground, swaying her slender waist; brushing over the frozen lake surface, making ripples, raising her clear skirt; crossing the withered tree trunks, pulling out a little bit The young buds stretch their lazy waist...
Feng, my "idol", an absolute strong man, in my eyes, no one can match you. May we walk together to appreciate the beauty of the four seasons, make waves in the peaceful paradise, and indulge ourselves and have fun together... Essay on the topic of wind 2
China is a cultural country with a history of five thousand years. Cultural history, every famous family has good family training. Family rules, family traditions, as the saying goes: "The state has national laws, and the family has family rules!" This is an old Chinese saying. Although I am not from a celebrity family, our family also has family mottos and family traditions.
Today the teacher assigned an essay about family tradition. On my way home, I kept thinking about this issue. I thought to myself: Do my family have any house rules? What house rules? When I got home, after dinner, I pulled my dad to the writing table and told him about writing the essay. She told me while writing, and I listened carefully. When my father wrote about respecting teachers, I half understood and asked my father: "How can we respect teachers?" My father said: "Sisters are teachers and elders. Listen carefully in class, speak actively, don’t make small moves or talk in class, complete classwork and homework carefully, and participate in hand-in-hand activities and various activities in the school. For example, during the Chinese New Year, your favorite dish was served during the meal. Don't ignore others because you like to eat, don't forget others because of selfishness, then no one will like you."
Dad kept writing, and soon he was leaving. Dad has always emphasized that the most important thing is to put filial piety first, honor your parents, study hard, not eat snacks every day, be healthy, and not make your parents angry. When you have time, help dad with more housework within your ability, and take the initiative to say hello to your elders. Respect each other. Valuable items found on the roadside must be handed in. Things will be done on the same day and cannot be delayed. I remember that I finished washing at 10 o'clock and wasted a lot of water. My father made a family rule for me. Diligence and frugality are the traditional virtues of Chinese culture, so I must save water, leave no leftovers, and not be picky about food. From that moment on, I Got it: save water. "Having good house rules in a family is the key. When dad is away, the house rules are like dad, always taking care of yourself!
Our family's family tradition, family training I Keep it in mind and restrain yourself. Essay on the topic of wind 3
The wind was blowing for half the night, and I thought it was light. Wake up, not to mention the wild singing of the wind!
I got out of bed and quietly walked out of the bedroom. I was afraid of waking my husband, so I stood on my toes and went to the balcony.
The sky was gray and black. Not a hint of blue could be seen. The warmth had been replaced by a sharp coldness.
Because it is cold, it looks even clearer. The coldness of this moment froze me, causing all the flesh in my body to shrink to the bones, and I immediately lost my plumpness. I really felt like "the wind blows from the west, and I am thinner than a yellow flower."
The wind disturbed my dreams and the tranquility of the night. The iron tiles on the roof were rustling with the howling wind. I hurriedly closed the window, leaving a trace of helplessness to the noisy world.
Sneaking into the silk quilt, sleepiness disappeared. With his eyes wide open, he thought about it in a colorless, unpoetic way.
Who said there is no poetry?
"The wind is blowing and the clouds are flying, and we are returning to our hometown across the sea." This is the courage of Liu Bang and the heroism of Liu Bang, a hero of his generation!
"The autumn wind blows and white clouds fly, and the grass and trees fall yellow and the wild geese return south." This is the sad sigh of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty when he saw the autumn wind blowing. It has a sense of aging.
"The wind is rustling and the water is cold. Once a strong man is gone, he will never come back." This is the determination of a strong man to sacrifice his life to become a benevolent person. Once he is gone, he is not ready to come back.
Facing the wind, there is such heroism, emotion, and tragedy. As I thought about it, I couldn't help but sigh.
The wind, whether it blows away the warmth or brings the cold, is the fate of nature and the fate of life. I wish there was no wind. The wind is just the messenger of time, it is just doing its duty.
In fact, when the autumn wind blows, in the desolate sadness, have you seen a touching grace? Isn't the charm of the sword dancing in the hero's hand and the graceful leaves floating gracefully also a kind of charming poignancy? !
The taste of cold wind is unique. It is neither sweet nor soft, but more desolate and desolate. It is not tempting at all, and even a little annoying.
But if there is no wind, how can we know the endurance of all things? If there are no storms, how can one verify whether a person is strong?
So walk against the wind and waves, throw all the sorrow to the wind and let it take it away, leaving only a calm and chic look!
Thinking about it, I slowly fell asleep again amidst the sound of the wind... Essay on the topic of wind Part 4
Chang'e flew to the moon, riding on the wind, and the wind carried her heart Chi; the northern swallows return to the south, they tend to the wind, and the wind moves and shadows follow; the fragrance is exuded, scattered with the wind, and the wind becomes more diffuse!
This is the footprint of the wind, drifting away elegantly, Like a fairy, it leaves behind wisps of fragrance, looming but still lingering in my heart. I looked back, trying to find its beautiful shadow, but it always came in my face, passing through my heart. I couldn't catch it, couldn't see through it, and my confused hands walked hesitantly, without stopping, without looking back, and stepped forward to look for the wind! < /p>
The spring wind blows softly, wet and astringent, waking up all things that have been dormant for a season and soothing the wounds left by the harsh winter on the earth. The flowers bloom because of her, the birds sing because of her, the willows hang down on the south bank of the Yangtze River, and the drizzle fills the air like clouds and mist. With the little spring breeze, I feel the first feeling of life, a kind of power of life. The mark left by the spring breeze in the world is just like the footprints of a troubadour wandering the world, bringing a breath of fresh air to the dim and dead world, driving away darkness and decline, bringing new life, giving hope, and not being afraid. Everything is just for the belief buried deep in my heart! This is the wind of spring, the gorgeous wind!
In the hot summer, the flowers are all enchanting, and the rich fragrance blows into the nose, becoming summer domineeringly. Lord of the sun! But the birds don’t want to sing happily, only cicadas are left endlessly. The treetops are too lazy to swing, they hang low and wait, waiting for fate to come! Occasionally, when the wind blows, everything changes, everything becomes full of vitality, and it is suddenly dominated by the wind, but in the end it cannot get rid of the fragrance. Temptation, the wind can't blow away! Although the road ahead is blurred by the sun, the clear wind can brighten the eyes and make it clear what lies ahead! The wind's situation in summer continues with its sighs, like that of an octogenarian The helpless silence of the desolate figure, now shrouded in desire, the old man's voice is the strongest voice to reveal the truth, but we are indulging in nothingness.
As soon as I listen to it, I feel like I have found a treasure and benefited endlessly. It wakes us up from our dreams. The summer wind cannot withstand the torture of exposure, but it still leaves something behind with difficulty. This is summer The wind, the touching wind!
In the season when "the wind is strong and the apes high in the sky are screaming in mourning, and the white birds are flying back from the clear sand in Zhugong", the wind revives its majesty and blows all over the north and south of the Yangtze River! The rustling autumn wind, When it blows over the countryside, it shows the scene of "the rustling of boundless fallen trees"; when it blows over the rice fields, it blows the horn of harvest, and the sweat is condensed into the fruits of sowing; when it blows over the river, "the autumn wind is bleak and the torrential waves surge" , when the sun goes down on the mountain, there is a natural scene of "the setting clouds and the solitary heron fly together, the autumn water is the same color as the sky"! The autumn wind is like the notes jumping on the keys, sometimes cheerful, sometimes sad, always naughty We have to play in the world, rejoice with those who are rejoicing, and mourn with those who are sad, which brings light before darkness and joy before silence! Let us not see the gloom in the future and just enjoy the present time! This is the wind of autumn, the wind of optimism!
In the twelfth lunar month of winter, everything is withered and everything is silent. Only the plum blossoms that "have no intention of fighting for spring and are jealous of all the flowers" are left, giving a little warmth to the world. People were wearing heavy sweaters and were unable to breathe well due to the biting cold wind! Suddenly, everything was wrapped in white coats, Quiet, so quiet that it's eerie, but there is still wind blowing hard, breaking the silence, but letting us smell the breath of death. It's scary. What's scary is actually not the howling of the wind, but our fear of winter. Without fighting, We are doomed to fail! The winter wind is a burden that we have to bear, and a pain that we have to face head-on! He is the embodiment of our inner cowardice, because he is afraid that we have given up too much, and he wants to wake us up , let us understand that after enduring the cold wind, we can bathe in the spring breeze of the coming year! This is the wind of winter, a thought-provoking wind!
You cannot grasp the essence of the wind, and you cannot see through it. The traces of the shadows, but I can understand the imprint left by the wind! Essay on the topic of wind Part 5
Today, I came home from school. As soon as I got home, I received a call from Teacher Pan. Teacher Pan said: "There will be no class tomorrow." I asked Teacher Pan, "Why?" The teacher said, "A strong typhoon is coming and it is very dangerous." Sure enough, my father didn't go home at night because of typhoon and flood prevention, so I waited for the arrival of Typhoon "Weipa".
As a result, it was not until the next day that the typhoon affected Shanghai. There was a storm and a strong wind. It felt like the wind and rain were heavier than usual. There were very few pedestrians on the road, so everyone hid behind the At home, I also read and watch TV at home.