A work describing clouds
The composition 1 describing clouds can be seen everywhere in sunny weather, so ordinary, but it seems sacred and charming to me.
In spring, the clouds are so white and beautiful. Like the goddess of spring, it looks at everything on the earth. It is like a thin gauze, decorating the sky and making it more graceful and charming. Everything on the ground and in the sky is more vibrant against the white clouds.
In summer, cicadas shout "cicada-cicada" in the tree. People are enjoying the cool under the trees, talking and laughing, and discussing the clouds with different shapes in the sky. Look! Clouds run like galloping horses. Before people can see what it is, it has become a horse lying on the ground, always ready for someone to ride it. While we were enjoying this beautiful horse, a breeze suddenly blew these scenery apart, causing people to complain about such beautiful scenery. When it was blown away by the wind, a cloud suddenly turned into a simple and lovely pig. The pig lay on the ground as if looking for the sun. ...
Autumn is the harvest season. Ripe fruits and vegetables can be smelled everywhere along the road and in the orchard. However, I think the sunset glow in autumn is the most beautiful. In the evening, the sun sets gradually, and the light scattered by the sun shines on the clouds on the horizon, making the clouds of different shapes more charming. Look, the sunset glow is coming out. It makes everything in the world turn red, and the clouds in the sky have been burning from west to east, as if the sky were on fire. There are too many changes in the sunset glow, from red to gold, from half red to half yellow, from half purple to half red. Really beautiful!
In winter, clouds are pure and silent. There is a white scene everywhere. But the pure white clouds in winter will always be left out. But it is still unknown and continues to decorate the sky. Selflessly dedicated his life.
Now, do you feel the charm of the cloud? I think I like this unknown cloud as much as I do. It makes the sky more beautiful and full of cleanliness.
Do you like to see the scenery in autumn? I like to watch the bright moon on the night of Mid-Autumn Festival. I like to watch the geese fly south neatly, but I prefer to watch the autumn clouds in various shapes.
As the saying goes: "Look at the clever clouds in February and August." On this day, my mother and I boarded the Wanchunge in Jingshan Park and stood by the railing. We looked up and saw the endless blue sky and white clouds moving slowly in the sky.
Baiyun's attitude has changed a lot. Do not believe, look at the horizon, that cloud seems to be a flock of sheep on the grassland. Hey, why don't they run? Oh, they are eating grass! The "sheep" suddenly moved and was driven away by the shepherd. The clouds have changed and become clusters and wisps of "cotton wool".
What is that cloud like? Oh, like a horse running at high speed. Where are they going? Why do you run so fast? The dust on the ground was lifted by them. I see, they are the darling of nature, pursuing freedom and unrestrained.
Look, what are the clouds like here? Isn't this the surging sea? Suddenly, "a stone stirs up a thousand waves", and the waves roll and roll up "huge waves".
The cloud has changed, changed, and this time it is very strange, unlike sheep, horses and the sea. See clearly, it turned out to be the mythical "dragon". I saw the "dragon beard" of this "dragon" tall, bent, with head held high and imposing. What good air!
There are so many small clouds in the sky on the left! These white clouds are like sailing canoes, drifting slowly into the distance. ...
The sky in autumn is particularly blue, and the clouds in autumn are full of wonders. I like autumn clouds.
Composition 3 describes Yun Yun and I met in the third grade of primary school. At that time, she looked innocent and curiously observed the grass and trees around her with innocent big eyes. Clouds love to laugh, tinkling and ringing like silver bells. Makes people wonder if there are any silver bells in her throat and eyes. I remember that Yun's favorite place is the quiet lotus pond. She took my hand and pointed to the pink lotus in the lotus pond and said with a smile, "Do you know why I like lotus?" I shook my head, and she went on to say, "I like its purity and its obscurity." I smiled and said, "You can be a philosopher in the future!" She just smiled "ha ha" and didn't speak, so we forged a deep friendship by the lotus pond. After that, we went to the lotus pond every Sunday and had a good time. It's almost summer vacation I prepared a greeting card for Yun. But the next day, Yun told me that she was going to study in Dalian. I thought to myself, "What a big cloud! Don't think I'm gullible! " But I said, "well, I'll send you!" " "I smiled when I said this. But Juan didn't laugh. She just looked at me silently, her eyes red.
The day before the summer vacation, I received a greeting card from Yun, which said, "Farewell, friend, I'm leaving, take good care of the lotus pond for me ..." I suddenly felt black at the moment. Is it true?/You don't say. Time doesn't allow me to think much, so I quickly picked up the greeting card that I haven't given her yet. Alas, I forgot to give this card to Yun. I got on my bike and flew to Yun's home. What can be presented to me is an empty room. I stayed, standing quietly in the wind, thinking ... about our past friendship and her elegant manners. ...
The cloud has gone, and it has gone quietly. That unsent greeting card is still in my drawer, which has become my regret and my unfulfilled wish.
Composition 4 describes the clouds in the blue sky, and there are clouds floating like snow. They float in the blue sky, changing their postures from time to time. Sometimes, white clouds roar at the sky like German shepherd, and soon melt into the clouds. Sometimes white clouds are like a fine horse, galloping freely in the vast sky. Sometimes white clouds fly freely in the sky like a big butterfly.
Clouds on the plateau are different from those on the plain. Clouds on the plateau are sometimes like those on the mountainside, as if they can be caught with one hand. The clouds on the plain are far away from us, too high to reach. Looking at the clouds on the plateau, what kind of state it is. There are many clouds in the sky at any time. When you look at these changeable clouds, sometimes it seems that you are one of them, fluttering with their changes. But on the plains, I seldom feel this kind of mood. I always feel pain when I can't lift my head, and I can't see how many clouds have changed. There are few clouds in the sky.
Sometimes in the evening, the sun sets, but its afterglow turns half the sky red, and the fiery sunset seems to melt the whole sky. At this time, the old people will smile and say, "It will be sunny again tomorrow." When children see it, they will say, "Look at that fiery red cloud! Look at that fiery red cloud! " Yes, "to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night." The most beautiful is the sunset glow.
Ah! How beautiful! How I wish I were a white cloud, floating in the boundless sky with the wind.
The sky is blue, blue. White clouds are like silks and satins, some are thick and piled up, and some are like watercolors that are accidentally lit. Some clouds are thin, like little cotton wool pulled from a pillow. The thick clouds are like a big white pillow, revealing the blue sky from the gap, and the eastern sky makes people want to touch it. Clouds that seem to be close at hand, like wisps of smoke in the countryside, are full of twists and turns, and the back of the clouds is blue in the depths of the sea. Clouds in the distance are dotted with faint colors. Furong Mountain is brightly lit by the sun, and there are several small white flowers floating in the sky.
Such a beautiful scenery makes me think. The faint white cloud opened a "skylight", probably because Miss Baiyun was playful and accidentally soiled her beautiful white skirt when chasing and fighting! That cloud, almost transparent, will be blown away by the wind at any time, and it seems to be very unsociable, looking at me alone in the distant blue sky. But soon, it merged into a "big family". The front is full of clouds, and there is only a "blue river" in the middle. I think it's the road in the sky. It is like a dragon, winding and circling, extending to the end of the distant sky. A cloud boldly embarked on the "Avenue of Stars", and the clouds on both sides "lined up to welcome".
Looking up at the blue sky slightly, the blue sky is as deep as the sea. There are no white clouds on my head, only the distant sunshine stings like a sword. The sky is as clear as washing, only warm and lovely blue. Can you imagine? This seems to be a fairy tale world, a beautiful fairyland, so fresh, so clear, so charming. If there is a sea in front of my eyes, you will never know which is the sea and which is the sky.
Yesterday, I looked out of the window and found that the sky was like a magician, changing the clouds in the sky. Sometimes turn them into rabbits, and sometimes turn them into puppies. How interesting!
I saw a snow-white cloud. He is like a white rabbit with long ears. He ran as fast as he could as if someone were chasing him! After a while, the rabbit disappeared. It probably got away! I think.
Then, I saw a cloud that looked like a horse. That horse is flying in the sky. After a few seconds, the horse became a big candy that made people drool!
Then, I saw a cloud, which looked like a little sheep bleating. It seems to say, "I'm hungry, I'm hungry!" " "Cute!
At this moment, the bird flew in and chirped, which was very nice. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew the bird stagger. After a while, the bird disappeared. I thought: the zoo in the sky is really fun! What a lovely animal!
Finally, I saw a cloud, like a snow-white kitten. It's meowing, meowing. Suddenly I saw the kitten getting smaller and finally out of sight. Did it go home? I regret to think.
It was getting dark and I left reluctantly.
Write cloud 7, if there is nothing, vagrancy is a mysterious Lang Ke, and people can't understand it.
When the first ray of sunshine shines on the earth, a new day is about to begin. Looking up at the sky, the shadow of the cloud flashed before my eyes-
The clouds in the morning are changeable. The cloud in front of me, originally a strong bull, suddenly turned into an evil sculpture to supplement the rabbit; Yao Ming was still a docile lamb, and suddenly he became Cupid, the god of love; Just now, it was a deer with an arrow, and it turned into a roaring lion in a snap of its fingers.
Skip the scenes in front of you and praise the wonders of nature in your heart. Suddenly a huge bean exploded in front of my eyes, greedily biting everything in front of me, and everything in the air went up in smoke. As terrible as Pangu's creation, the clouds rolled into a ball and began to fight. Some people who are caught off guard are directly torn into pieces, blowing in the wind. ...
The clouds at noon are very naughty. Before looking at her eyes carefully, Lang Ke hid to one side like a shy girl, and ran out to find friends like a naughty child who didn't know where she was.
I followed the trace of the cloud all the way. When I found it, I seemed to be chatting, fighting and doing my homework ... what a naughty student life!
In the evening, the clouds are colorful. The sun is gradually setting in the west, and the night moves with the wind, followed by it. Let the sun scatter the last ray of golden light into the sky. When they leave, the sky is bright. They spent almost their whole lives creating countless gorgeous flowers, colorful animals and large forests. ...
The sun has gone and the clouds have quietly disappeared. They sat as "light chasers", running towards the sun, running. ...
I woke up from my dream and looked at the colorful paintings of fiery red clouds and fish-scale clouds. I firmly believe that tomorrow, the clouds will be more colorful!
Among all the natural things in the world, clouds are particularly conspicuous: clouds like cotton candy are floating in the blue sky, and they are walking leisurely in the sky. In the evening, the clouds cover the sky at this time, and white is in sharp proportion to the fresh light blue and gray clouds. This is the cloud, carefree cloud.
Clouds in the evening, if the weather is clear, you can see gray clouds floating in the air. If the whole sky is turned upside down, the sky is boundless and blue, then the clouds are just small boats, sailing alone and floating gently in the air. The clouds in the sky are colorful, like a lonely poet chanting in the clouds, like a warm scene with two fingers close together, like a brush that embodies the spirit of a thousand years, waving their hair at will on this white and pale cloud of rice paper in the sky, emitting a strong cultural atmosphere, and fighting bloody battles like thousands of troops on this battlefield ... This is the cloud, a strange cloud with many changes.
It's getting dark and the street lamp is on. Under the yellow shadow of the lamp, passers-by walked past the street lamp, and the clouds quietly walked to the lamp. Under the light, pedestrians can feel the faint breath of clouds even if they can't see the clouds under the street lamps. The wind and cloud blend and swim in the secluded path. Clouds in the sky are completely different from those on the ground: clouds in the sky can cause infinite reverie, while clouds on the ground-there are. It is nothing more than the wind, sighing quietly in the darkening sky, returning to the sky and staring at the world silently. This is a cloud, a lonely light cloud.
Looking up at the sky, the clouds are moving, which will make my mood flutter with the clouds. Clouds, beautiful clouds and gray clouds, float from one side of the sky to the other with thousands of gestures. This is a cloud, just like a palette of clouds.
A composition describing clouds 9 After dinner, a fiery red cloud emerged. My mother and I watched the flaming clouds at the gate of the Association for the Aged. The sun shone on our faces and our faces turned red at once. An uncle is walking on the road with a big white dog. I thought, "This uncle must live a long life because he has a golden beard." And that big white dog has become a big red dog.
The clouds in the sky are burning from west to east, as red as if the sky were on fire.
The flaming clouds in this place vary greatly, from red to gold, from purple to yellow, from gray to lily. Grape ash, pear yellow, eggplant purple, these colors are all in the sky. I can't say anything else.
After a while, a kitten appeared in the sky with its head facing south and its tail facing west. It has bright eyes, as if begging its owner to give it something to eat. After two or three seconds, the kitten became blurred.
Suddenly another wolf came. The wolf is very fierce and is chasing a rooster. The cock spread its wings and flew upwards, but it couldn't fly. The wolf and the rooster ran away and disappeared.
Then came a little white rabbit, which was eating carrots and vegetables politely. However, I can't find it in an instant.
I don't know how long time has passed, and the sky waits for no one to love its children. After a while, the fiery red clouds fell.
Composition describing clouds 10 When I woke up in the morning, I reached out to the balcony and looked up at the blue sky. "Wow, what a beautiful cloud!" I can't help sighing.
Those clouds, layered on top of each other, are like peaks, undulating continuously. A gust of wind blew, and the "mountain peak" disappeared, and several "good horses" came. They gallop and jump in the sky, some raise their front feet, hold their heads high and scream, some raise their manes and shake their ponytails ... they run and play. After a while, hey, why did the horse disappear? I searched carefully, and it turned out that the clouds at this time were like quicksand in the desert and shiny scales of carp, arranged neatly one by one. Slowly, the quicksand disappeared and the scales disappeared. However, cotton candy came from the sky. The naughty dog saw it, and with a "woof", he opened his mouth and slipped away with a string of marshmallows in his mouth. At this time, the sun came out and the sun shone on the clouds. In an instant, the snow-white clouds were dyed red by the glow, as if wearing golden clothes, dazzling. Sometimes the clouds are overcast, the sky is like a huge canvas, and the spilled thick ink is black everywhere, as if it can be twisted by hand. Dark clouds rolled as if to break through the bondage of the sky.
The cloud is like a magician. It changes whatever it likes. Cloud is really a fickle spirit.
A composition describing clouds 1 1 The burning clouds are like a magician trying to make prisms and kaleidoscopes. When the rabbit jumps like yellow velvet; Time is like a galloping horse, vibrating its mane and hissing; When the dragon is flying, it is flying; When colorful peacocks are flying, it is really everything.
There are white clouds floating in the blue sky, so bright and light. Blown by the wind, a lotus platform was formed; The practice of being torn by the wind and torn into white hangs on the treetops; Pinched by the wind, it turned into a jade butterfly, flying in the air.
In the sapphire sky, there are snowflake clouds. They float carefree, thick or light, changing shapes from time to time, as if to show you everything. Sometimes, white clouds run forward like a white rabbit, as if someone is chasing them, and soon they melt into the clouds; Sometimes, like a white butterfly flying from a distance, it enlarges the blur bit by bit and becomes a large cloud.
Leaning on the rock and listening attentively, there seems to be an elusive voice in my ear, extremely far and near, extremely large and thin, like a silkworm biting a mulberry leaf, like a wild horse running on the grassland, like a mountain spring flowing, like a surging sea. How wonderful the clouds in Huangshan are. Beauty lies in its ethereal trance, giving people full imagination and arousing people's imagination.
Composition describing the cloud 12 I skipped out of the house and saw you at a glance. You stay quietly in the treetops. I climbed up the tree and the trunk, and I touched you for the first time. Oh, clouds ...
I snuggled up to you gently and stroked your body with my hand. They said, you are like cotton, I don't agree, you are obviously a hundred times softer than cotton; They say you look like a white rabbit, but I disagree. You are obviously a thousand times quieter than the white rabbit. They also say that you are like ice cream. I beg to differ, because you are 10,000 times sweeter than ice cream. Oh, clouds ...
Lying on top of you, I fell asleep unconsciously. You smell of chocolate, which makes me full in my sleep. When I woke up, it was near dusk, and I was in a hurry to go home, but you naughty floated to the sky and took me for a walk in the clouds. Gradually, it got dark, so I had to spend the night in your arms. The stars blinked to say hello to me. The moon tells me something new in the sky. I fell asleep. It was such a magical and wonderful night.
When the sun rises, you take me home slowly, and I can't bear to wave goodbye to you. As soon as I got home, my anxious grandmother began to accuse me. I'm a little sad, but I understand grandma's concern. Looking out the window through the glass, you still look at me with a smile. That look is exactly like my mother's.
Composition on Cloud 13 Although cloud doesn't nourish everything like spring rain, nor help farmers like Xue Rui, it fascinates me the most.
One day, the sky was clear in Wan Li. I went to the park to see the clouds. In the morning, the clouds are pure and deep. Like a huge castle standing in the sky, the birds saw it and rushed over. These castles are still connected, but when Grandpa Feng came, they separated and became an independent empire. The duration of this "castle" was quickly further divided into pieces by the cultivators in the sky and arranged neatly like fish scales. There is a big cloud on the left, which looks like a fish eye. In this way, a fish survived in the sky. This fish changes very slowly. May be too complacent, want to show you what it looks like.
In the afternoon, when the sun goes down. Clouds in the sky become colorful. Red as fire, yellow as gold, pink as chardonnay and blue as water. Like a child knocking over paint, it's intoxicating. After the sun went down, it was dark, but the clouds were still there. He is not as white as the clouds in the daytime. He was covered by the night, which made people pay less attention to him.
With the departure of the sun, the clouds in the sky do not want to leave. It was dark before a cloud pulled its tail back.
Composition describing the cloud 14 Recently, I watched a series of documentaries "There are spies among penguins" filmed by BBC TV in Britain on my father's Baidu network disk-telling the story of human beings shooting various penguin lives through bionic cameras. There are three kinds of penguins in the film: emperor penguins, crested penguins and Humboldt penguins. I have a keen interest in these animals that live in ice and snow.
Among them, I like rockhoppers best. Rockhoppers often nest between the walls of steep cliffs by the sea. After hunting from the sea, they need to jump over some big stones by the sea to return to their nests. Rock-jumping penguins get their name from this.
It's not easy for rockhoppers to go home. First of all, it is not easy for them to land from the sea. The shore is rough and the rock wall is steep. They jump from the sea to the rocks on the shore, and then jump where the waves can't rush, otherwise they will be washed back into the sea by a new wave of waves. After landing, they must continue to jump on high rocks, jump wherever there is a foothold and climb all the way up. Sometimes, if some high rocks can't jump, they will fall and rush back to the sea, and everything will start again; Sometimes jumping over the cracks between rocks, just when the waves hit, will fall off the rocks unsteadily, especially badly. No matter how hard it is, they won't give up, because the chicks in the nest are waiting for their parents' food. After more than ten jumps, falls and jumps, they finally returned to their nests smoothly. In this struggle against rocks and waves, the rockhopper penguin won!
Composition describing clouds 15 I looked up at the outside, there were many white clouds! Each has his own attitude.
This cloud is like a faucet! Its mouth is intermittent like a feather cloud, more like a dragon breathing fire, and the dragon is still open, which is the icing on the cake for the dragon breathing fire.
Look at this cloud again, wow! How interesting! This cloud is like a mushroom, but the lower part is flat and long, like a body. On both sides of the "body", there are also small clouds like wings. Together, it looks like a little monster with a mushroom head, but this "monster" is very good and looks very kind, like a little doll. Looks like a little monster!
This cloud is beautiful, too, but it doesn't look like it at all. Instead, it gradually looks like the moon! Curved, like a sickle. I imagine how happy and enjoyable it would be to sit on the moon made of white clouds, wear a skirt as white as snow and play with the wind doll!
Ah! Why is that cloud so big and long? I watched it, and the more I watched it, the more I looked like a shark, and my mouth was wide open, as if I were going to swallow all the small fish. Hey! Not to mention, the little cloud on the shark's mouth really looks like a small fish! The shark's big belly looks like there are many small fish in it, so it can't eat any more.
These clouds are all beautiful. Look at this one, it's beautiful. Look at that flower, too How about that? More beautiful! It can be said that it is varied!