Spring in memory

First of all, it is spring, and then pay attention to the modifier "memory", which means spring in your memory and your understanding of spring.

There are many compositions in spring, as follows:

1.500 word composition

With life and hope, Miss Chun came to the world with light steps. She jumped over the mountain and flew over the river. She works hard! But she didn't rest for a moment, and she couldn't wait to come to our campus.

Look, the campus is full of the breath and vitality of spring; Full of vitality everywhere; Everywhere is the scene of birds and flowers; Scenes that can be seen everywhere; There is a strong spring everywhere. The slightly chilly spring breeze awakened all the sleeping things and opened the sleepy eyes of countless small creatures. Look, the grass on the ground opens its eyes, secretly drills its little head out of the ground and looks curiously at the dazzling spring outside. It is like an ingenious textile expert, weaving a green carpet with his own little green and relying on the collective strength. The flowers in the flower bed compete for beauty, and you won't let me, and I won't let you open them and cluster them together. A piece of red, a piece of yellow, a piece of purple, a piece of rose ... flowers bathed in the warm sunshine of spring, competing to open. The birds on the branches opened their throats and sang melodious songs happily. Small trees also wake up from hibernation, put on beautiful green clothes, grow leaves and stand there like guards, guarding our campus. At this point, the whole campus seems to be covered with a layer of green gauze by Miss Chun.

Especially, the peach trees in front of the teaching building have a lot of bright peach blossoms. They are like shy girls with pink rouge faces and golden stamens, emitting a faint fragrance, attracting many hardworking bees and playful butterflies. Those budding peach buds, with their bodies tightly covering their faces, dare not show their faces, and a faint fragrance is sprinkled all over the campus, which makes people linger. No, the violets beside the teaching building are also in full bloom. They are all small and exquisite, posing beautifully, like delicate and beautiful little beauties in purple clothes, very cute. They all dressed up gracefully to attend this spring feast.

In the morning, the students came to school early, doing all kinds of sports and exercises on the playground, shaking off the dew on the branches with laughter. In the classroom, the lights are bright and the sound of reading wakes up Grandfather Sun. He looked at the vibrant campus with mirth and sprinkled warm sunshine all over the campus. The weather is so warm and hot that people want to sleep. No wonder Li Bai said the poem "I woke up in this beautiful spring morning"!

As the saying goes, "A year's plan lies in spring, and a day's plan lies in the morning." I will study hard on this beautiful morning. I am intoxicated in this picturesque spring, as if I have become a grass and a small flower in the colorful spring. Under the diligent cultivation of the gardener, I grew up happily and healthily, making the spring of the motherland more beautiful and lovely.

2. Senior high school students' compositions

The spring in my memory is a quiet Yuan Ye. The wild chrysanthemums are quietly in bloom, and every scattered petal is a scattered time. When I look back inadvertently, I can see that brilliant golden yellow.

Spring is in summer.

Standing in summer, I look back at spring. Spring is a small bud on the branches, green and watery, and gives birth to some faint love in my heart, but I soon turned my eyes back to the lush shade overhead at this time, and looked at the sunshine scattered from the dense branches and leaves with some excitement, like waves on the lake.

This is spring in the eyes of teenagers and childhood in their memory. They will sit alone in front of the window on a quiet night, recalling their playmates who used to play hide-and-seek, the lost dolls and the sweet snacks in the store. But when the sun sets on the earth, the memory will drift away with the wind. Life has just begun, and they are rushing to the world that will soon belong to them, just like pink peach blossoms blooming on the lotus pond in summer.

Recalling spring is a gentle look back in summer, fresh as water, and an ornament of summer.

(2) Spring is in autumn.

Standing in the autumn wind, looking back at spring, spring is a touch of green behind you. Green is bright and lovely, but it is a bit erratic and elusive.

This is the spring in the eyes of middle-aged people, and it is the innocent and uninhibited time they once had. When neon dazzles their eyes, they may want to look back and pay attention to the bright and quiet eyes in their memory. Their memories are quietly hidden in their hearts. Listening to the family's calm breathing, they are still stepping into the human entanglements, but this helplessness also adds sweetness.

Recalling spring is an invisible smile in the autumn wind and a reassuring warmth in autumn.

(3) Spring in winter

Looking back at spring in winter, spring is the light in the fire, plain but kind.

This is the spring in the eyes of the old people and the long life they have lived. They will hold warm teacups by the fire and open yellowed photo albums. An old story is a movie made by myself, which is more touching than anything else. They smiled in their memories and held hands with people around them. They walked hand in hand for most of their lives. Their eyebrows and eyes are full of self-evident tacit understanding, and even the air has a faint fragrance.

Recalling spring is a cup of tea in winter, bitter and sweet, gently ironing the wrinkles in my heart.

Recalling spring is a complex and a belief in the past. We believe in the beauty of memory and that we will gather the future with countless beautiful details.

I tell you, you'd better write with your own feelings. Information for reference, come on!

I hope I can help you, O(∩_∩)O~