Prose writing

In study, work and even life, everyone has been exposed to composition, which is a narrative method to express a theme through words. Do you know how to write a good composition? The following are 9 essays I collected for you, which are for reference only and I hope they will help you.

Composition composition 1 "changed, changed!" I'm surprised.

When I was walking in the street, I suddenly found that the street seemed to be widened, clean and bright. The stalls occupied by the road were demolished, all the littered vehicles were placed smoothly, the peels and scraps of paper disappeared, and the psoriasis on the walls, large and small, was removed.

Traffic, no longer you won't let me, I won't let you, running around. The traffic has become peaceful, orderly and smooth.

Under a familiar big tree, it is full of flowers and surrounded by many orange autumn chrysanthemums. These flowers hold their heads high and stand out. They smile beautifully in the sun. I suddenly realized that I had gone the wrong way. But if you look carefully, it is still the same tree, but once decorated with flowers, it looks very new and lovely.

I walked on and found beautiful flowers under every tree along the street. Ciquan Square, in particular, was trampled by people, and all kinds of flowers were planted, including yellow flowers, purple flowers and red flowers, especially clusters of small red flowers. Like a flame, it burns and shines like a human eye. From a distance, it seems like a raging Xia Hong, covering the whole square. In the square, there are many people dancing to beautiful music. Flowers are blooming and dancing, and my mood is involuntarily beautiful. Environment affects people's mood, and a good environment creates a good mood.

I know that we are launching the activity of "Creating Six Cities Together". I thought it was like those activities before, shouting slogans, much thunder and little rain, or like a gust of wind. Unexpectedly, this time it is serious. It seems that everything in the world is afraid of the word serious. Nothing can be done well as long as you do it seriously. Isn't the environment in the city miraculous?

It's still moving forward. It's really surprise gift. The square in front of China Construction Bank is also refreshing. Originally, this place was full of cars, but now it is full of colorful flowers and turned into a garden square. Garden workers also ingeniously used different colors of flowers to form the eight characters of "six cities create together, everyone is responsible"

Looking around, there is a scene of "six cities creating together" everywhere. At the intersection of Jianshi No.1 Middle School and Experimental Middle School ... the workers are busy building roads. Although they are tired and sweaty, everyone's face is filled with a happy smile. Who doesn't want to build their home well? I seem to see the brand-new asphalt road shining in the sun and extending in all directions. The construction around Jianshi Avenue, which is close to the county seat, is also in full swing. All the construction companies are busy with construction with all their strength, and buildings have sprung up like mushrooms after rain. I believe that before long, a new urban area will stand proudly on the land under construction.

"Six Cities Together" has changed the foundation a lot, not only planting some flowers, building several roads and building several tall buildings. While the living environment has become beautiful, the people who started it are also quietly changing.

Walking in the streets of Jianshi, people's civilized behavior can be seen everywhere. Of course, our experimental middle school also actively responds to the government's call for "six cities to create together" and strives to be the vanguard of "six cities to create together". The school not only organized parents to hold lectures, but all our classes conducted in-depth study, and our teachers and students really took action. It has become our common wish to improve the level of civilization, make our city more livable and make our life more quality.

I believe, as long as all of us have one heart and one mind, "Building a better starting point and creating a better tomorrow" will definitely come true! Jianshi will have a better tomorrow!

Composition Composition 2 Medem; Running all the way, blow-dried and decayed, swept from the southeast coast.

Yesterday morning, waves of heavy rain swept the earth with strong winds, making a low roar, as if to devour the whole world. The sky is gloomy, and the whole world is covered with dark clouds, which are very thick. Yesterday was a sunny and hot summer day, but today it has become another world, with dim and weak light, as if the earth were lifeless.

In the small fishing village by the sea, fishermen gather all the fishing boats together and connect them firmly with cables. The typhoon pushed the waves to the shore layer by layer, splashing waves and being torn to powder by strong winds. The big trees in the field also bent his trunk and the crown was blown in one direction. In the meantime, the broken branches and leaves went with the wind and disappeared. He is also in places where those who have been eliminated cannot survive and should be abandoned.

I braved the heavy rain and strong wind to go to the seaside. My umbrella doesn't work. My clothes were stuck to me by the rain. I wiped the rain off my face over and over again. I want to see the sea and see what the sea in Medham is like.

There was no one on the road, and even the chickens and ducks on the farm went back to their nests. The lovely seabirds and white herons that are often seen at the seaside are hidden, and the poor dogs hide in the shelter and look at this terrible world with frightened eyes. I came to the seawall levee near the sea. The wind is coming from the sea, which is worth the high tide. Rows of waves roared and threw the dirty sea water to the shore, and then continued to come up, consuming its huge energy. The wind is blowing so hard that I can hardly open my eyes. The wind and rain beat against my body and my clothes dripped with water. When waves rise, strong winds blow them farther into the air, turning them into foam and rain fog. I watched, I leaned down and hid under the levee to feel, listening to the pace of the sea and Medem, and feeling the power of nature. The roar of the sea, the roar of the typhoon, and Lin Tao on the nearby mountain form a powerful natural typhoon rhapsody, a high-spirited rhapsody. Like another; Natural; Heroic symphony; Feeling so vigorous and harmonious, so high-spirited and shocking.

The night with typhoon came earlier than usual, and the clouds were thickening and running fast, as if they were heading for a new date. The clouds above are moving very slowly, and the clouds below are constantly changing various patterns. The vegetation on the meta-leaf leans in one direction, making all kinds of reluctant sounds. From time to time, there are branches and leaves in the air that are blown away by strong winds, which seems to be the coming of the end of the world. Everything was submerged by the violent typhoon.

As night falls, the room is not calm. The wind kept blowing in through the cracks in the window, making all kinds of strange noises. As the size of the gap changes the level and length of the sound, like a brotherhood of the wolf, the window vibrates strongly from time to time, and the door makes a noise from time to time. Listening to the wind whistling outside, something is broken and torn from time to time.

The typhoon continued, so I gradually fell asleep on a restless typhoon night, and the wind was still raging in my dream …

The neighbor's grandfather's name is Zhu Cheng, and his memory is chubby body, chubby face and big eyes. It is said that another child was greedy and lifted the steamed bread pot on the fire himself. The water dripping from the pot cover entered his eye, which was scalded, so the eye had no eyeball but a sunken eyelid. Because of this, generations of children may know Grandpa Zhu Cheng, because his name often rings in children's ears, and mothers will say, be careful and stay away from the pot. If you burn it, it will become grandpa Zhu Cheng's eyes, and it will be very painful to escape. So when the steamed bread and steamed buns in the pot were almost cooked, I stood in the corner at a distance and stared at the pot smoking a big mouthful. I can't wait, but I also think of my mother's alarmist words, I think of burning my eyes and what it's like to think of Grandpa Zhu Cheng.

In my earliest memory, Grandpa Zhu Cheng was a little old man. There are many rooms, many houses and lots of land in the main room. In addition to the land occupied by many houses, there is a big jujube garden and a big reed pit in front of Zhuangji's jujube garden. When I was a child, I saw a long reed with white reeds on it.

Grandpa Zhu Cheng has a big family, and he is the only one in my memory. There is no grandmother and no children at home. When I was a little older, my mother told me that my grandfather had a wife, but somehow he left and didn't live with him.

I have written before that in my childhood memory, the dishes cooked by Grandpa Zhu Cheng are particularly fragrant and delicious. Many parents eat at his house when they come back from the field late, and sometimes sleep on a bamboo bed under the street door that my family doesn't have, and then take it back when my mother comes back.

When I grow up, I seldom go to Grandpa Zhu Cheng's house. Many houses that make me feel sacred have also become obsolete, and the houses with adobe and mud piled in blue are also very old and short. And the door is small. Of course, Grandpa Zhu Cheng looks much older.

Grandpa Zhu Cheng is always happy. I heard him tell the villagers many times in the street that he would never drink pesticides and hang himself when Lao Li and Lao Zhang were upset. What's the problem? I haven't seen enough of the world with this eye. Grandpa Zhu Cheng also said that his mother had predicted that he would live to be 88 years old.

However, the death of Grandpa Zhu Cheng was very tragic and pitiful.

That year, I was in the sixth grade. It was an autumn tiger day. It had just entered autumn, but summer did not recede. I heard that Grandpa Zhu Cheng is 77 years old. I haven't seen Grandpa Zhu Cheng wandering around the street with his hands behind his back for several days. According to the adults, Grandpa Zhu is ill, probably because of cerebral thrombosis. He is paralyzed and can't go out.

Grandpa Zhu Cheng's sister came to see him and wanted to be sent to the hospital for treatment, but her distant nephew, who had decided to take care of Grandpa's retirement, disagreed, saying that it would be good to find a doctor to lose fluids at home for a few days. He has never been ill at ordinary times, and it's no big deal. After all, my sister is old and in poor health. If she was admitted to the hospital, she couldn't stand the service day and night, so she didn't insist.

Although Grandpa Zhu Cheng can't leave, his stomach is not sick, but he still eats from a big bowl as usual.

My sister has something to do, so it's my nephew's turn to take care of her. Their family will also buy food and bring it with them every day. When I came out, I locked the door facing the street, saying that I was afraid that no one at home would lose anything.

It was not until one day that there was a quarrel at Grandpa Zhu Cheng's house that people knew what had happened. It turns out that once grandpa's door is locked, neighbors can't go in and look again. Only grandpa's lover was not at ease, and secretly climbed in from grandpa's broken wall to see grandpa.

Unfortunately, my grandfather's nephew found that the old lady was feeding Grandpa Zhu Cheng, and Grandpa wolfed down his food and mumbled that he didn't eat at all these days. My nephew became angry from embarrassment and called the old lady shameless. He was not ashamed to find a wild man at his age. . . . .

The old lady did not show weakness, saying that her nephew was too dark-hearted and wanted to starve this uncle to death in order to get the inheritance early.

Later, someone sent a message to his sister, who came to prove that what the old lady said was true. The distant nephew and his wife will bring him something every time they eat, but the rice is on the table. How can grandpa who can't move eat it? There is also a plastic bucket that has been poured many times in the corner of the room.

My sister fed my brother a meal, three fried dough sticks and a big bowl of noodles. My sister was kicked out by my nephew again.

Grandpa Tianzhu left the next day, forever.

My nephew said that he had a new disease and suddenly disappeared. But neighbors can guess something. They said that grandpa hadn't eaten for several days and ate so much at once.

Anyway, Grandpa Zhu Cheng died, and he didn't live to be eighty-eight. He is 77 years old this year. Is the fortune teller blind? Or is the calculation wrong? Or did her mother remember wrong? How can there be an eleven-year difference in life?

This is the fate of a lonely old man, this is not an individual example, this is the final outcome of many lonely old people. Helpless, who let them have no wife and children? Who let them not contribute to the country? Although many old people didn't starve to death, how many lonely old people in each village didn't have a similar ending?

Is this just a cruel and heartless way for successors? Has the government really figured out a way for these disadvantaged groups at the bottom?

Which nursing homes and happy homes for the elderly have been built for several years? Have you ever lived in it? What kind of people live in it?

Is the end of such a life murder, or should we find a high-sounding reason to die? Or put the blame on the client, who makes you worthless and childless?

Essay Composition 4 Spring is a light-footed painter. When you notice its arrival, it has painted every corner with colors-pink, light yellow, snow white ... and, of course, more light green.

The grass on the roadside sucks the dew in spring, as if it were an ingenious textile expert, weaving a green carpet with green dots. Winter jasmine is not afraid of the cold, braves the cold wind, and takes the lead in reporting the arrival of spring to people with tenacious will. Peach blossoms in full bloom are like rouge, which dyes the rich mountains and rivers red. The morning glow in spring is like a touch of pink on a girl's face, showing such softness, purity, diversity, richness and affection. I can't help but think of the ancient poem: "Jasper is dressed as a tree, and thousands of strands of green silk tapestries hang down." I wonder who cut the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. "Yes, the warm spring breeze looks like a magic and dexterous scissors!

I am still unfinished, and I came to the campus again. On both sides of the central road, willows and wickers are dotted with countless new green leaves, which sway comfortably in the spring breeze, like a girl's flowing long hair and a fairy's gentle veil. The Chinese rose is also in bloom, which is too shy and fragrant. In this spring season, red flowers are as gorgeous as the sun; Blue flowers are as clear as the sky.

The ancients said: "A year's plan lies in spring, and a day's plan lies in the morning." In the spring morning, the air is fresh, people get up early, some practice qigong in the mountains, some walk in the park, some read books ... In spring, people can travel and have picnics in the suburbs, which brings joy to people.

Ah! In spring, you are not as cold as winter, nor as hot as summer. You are warm, fresh and full of vitality, which is the most precious season among the four seasons.

I love you, beautiful spring!

When the roots deeply rooted in the ground are pulled out, some soil will be left, because the soil can't bear to leave the roots. -inscription

A gardenia is dying, its breath is getting weaker and weaker, the sun shines quietly, and a breeze blows from time to time.

Gardenia is very low-key, but its unique fragrance flutters with the wind and diffuses in the air …

One day earlier, my father bought a pot of ordinary flowers from the street. The flowers are wrapped in sharp points, and the leaves are rolling with glittering and translucent water drops. Flowers are connected by branches, branches, stems and roots to form a complete flower. Next to the roots is the soil and star-like rabbit dung that have struggled with them. I squatted by the flower and looked blankly until a hair fell on the flowerpot.

Watering it on time every day, fine mist flapping on it, coupled with the baptism, spraying and evaporation of the sun, make the flower unimaginable comfortable and the pores of the leaves open rapidly. It gives off a magical smell, not sweat. Gradually, the water drops melted into the soil, and this bucket of water was enough to make it enter a quiet dream.

The next day, on a quiet night, the stars were particularly dazzling, and the bright moon lit up all directions. Gardenia hasn't changed since it came, as if watching the deep night sky. I was lying in a rocking chair next to me, holding a magazine with wrinkles on the side, but I always wanted to put my eyes on it. I don't know if it ignores me, but I feel as if it is thinking about something. Quickly move to the side of the flower, its leaves withered a lot, and her heart suddenly blocked. She picked a few dead leaves with her hands, and her beauty was reborn before dawn.

Slowly, its leaves turn yellow one by one, and my heart is desperate. I water it regularly every day, but why does it wither? It may be too hot. ...

This gardenia is ready to die, but I'm not ready to give it away yet. A few days later, the gardenia completely withered and watched the potted flower die in front of me. I sent potted flowers to the backyard, uprooted them and buried them in a pit.

I think that the soil and roots can be together forever. ...

Composition composition 6 "Get up at four o'clock in the morning and find that Begonia is still awake." Kawabata Yasunari wrote that begonia is always open day and night. Why can getting up at four o'clock in the morning produce a different kind of beauty? That's because begonia flowers are completely integrated into our daily life. We bury our heads in study or work, but the beauty that is close at hand slips away quietly. When we take a step back and keep our distance from the begonia, we will enjoy different beauty like Kawabata Yasunari.

Why does distance produce beauty? Probably because distance allows people to grasp things macroscopically, and more importantly, distance brings unknown mystery and triggers people's beautiful fantasies.

Before the United States landed on the moon, beautiful legends about the moon, such as the Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon, were already circulating in China. However, when the astronauts brought back a few cold stones and sent back some "devastated" photos of the moon, fairy tales and legends ceased to exist. From then on, when people talk about the moon, they will only think of a desolate ball, not Jade Rabbit, Guanghan Palace and WU GANG.

Looking at the moon from a distance makes people have a beautiful daydream; Look at the moon carefully, and all people get are a few cold stones. This is the wonderful function of distance.

So how can we quit and experience the neglected beauty in life?

It is impossible for people to say that they suddenly immigrated to the moon collectively and looked after their homes on the moon. Then feel different beauty. The distance here is the distance of the soul. In a materialistic society, people's hearts are always wrapped in fame and fortune, so that they can't appreciate the beauty around them. So keep a distance from utilitarianism.

When we stop studying for exam scores, we will find that the knowledge in books is so interesting; When we slow down the pace of going to work and school, you will find how vibrant the green trees on the street are. Life is full of poetry. What people lack is a proper distance.

When our hearts are liberated and we keep a distance from foreign objects, we will find that the sky is the sky that gives me the desire to soar; The earth is the earth bearing all things; The ocean is the one that gave birth to the first life.

Let's take a step back and keep a proper distance, and the beauty around us will appear one after another.

Prose Composition 7 After reading Selected Proses of Lin Qingxuan, I understand that life's setbacks and emotional dispersion are inevitable. This book makes me learn wisdom from setbacks. Learn and grow in dispersion. In the book, there are many things and reasons deeply imprinted in my heart and mind.

Among them, the "fat man carrying water" in Volume I: Innocent Heart is the most vivid in my memory. This means that there is a person in their country who specializes in water and fertilizer once every other week. Children are greedy for sweet food and hate salty food, so as soon as they see the man who lifts water and fat, they will hold their noses and run in the opposite direction. Once he walked with his father and saw the man carrying water and fertilizer, but he couldn't run, so he held his nose. After that, his father told him about him. After that, he will take a deep breath and hold his breath when he sees the man carrying water and fertilizer.

From this story, I realized how great the man who lifted water and fertilizer was! He endured the stench for "us" and helped us sprinkle the water and fertilizer on the crops. We ran as soon as we saw it. What a blow to others' self-esteem! In addition, they are human beings, so "we" should be kind to everyone in this world. He is the son of man at home and the father of his son. We should all respect and cherish people. This can make others feel comfortable and make us feel solemn.

Once, we all ate together at the dining table and were very full. When I saw my grandmother not eating at the table next to me, I thought: I am a child, I can eat by the side. So I said, "Grandma, you haven't eaten yet. Eat on the table! " "Grandma said I was a good boy and sat on it. There is really a sense of solemnity when you come down. I feel very proud. There is also a story that I deeply understand-the dog that blows air conditioning.

This is about five dogs squatting in front of the bank in summer. I was confused at once. Every dog has a happy expression on his face. It turns out that the bank door is very big and there are many people coming in and out. As long as there is someone, the door will open and the air conditioner will come out and blow at the wild dogs.

In the hearts of wild dogs, there is also a yearning for happiness. Although these dogs know how to pursue happiness, they won't install air conditioners in their own homes. And we can install air conditioning at home, so we are very lucky! We should cherish our lives.

This book really inspired me.

Zhou is my favorite writer. I read his book in the third year of high school. Looking back now, his books have accompanied my whole life in senior three, adding a quiet spring to my impetuous mood with thinking and philosophy. Quiet, Zhou's prose collection, seems to be purer and more thorough than the old Watches and Pilgrimages. I like silence, not only because of this poetic word, but also because I admire the realm of "silence". Zhou said in the book: "The best state of life is wealth and tranquility, and tranquility is because we get rid of the temptation of external vanity." It is this persistence in pursuit that makes me feel more deeply that silence is extremely precious.

According to the usual situation, the proposition of silence will always be interpreted as a struggle between life and death when it comes to philosophers. On the whole, however, I can easily integrate the quiet atmosphere into every article and every line in the book, which makes me fondle admiringly as soon as I open the page. In Zhou's casual description, silence became a natural existence. Long-term refining and deposition have enriched his heart and made his life get rid of impetuousness and gradually become quiet.

After the long winter, the first month entered February, and a strong wind blew from the south, which quickly pushed the temperature to the peak. On April 1 day (February 13th of the lunar calendar), a long-simmering and long-awaited spring rain finally arrived in front of Tomb-Sweeping Day due to the convergence of cold and warm air. The letter from the distant horizon used her heavy voice to awaken the dream of spring.

I remember seeing such a couplet more than 20 years ago: "Jade is hidden in winter snow and gold is born in spring rain". It is more appropriate to use this couplet to describe the winter precipitation in southwestern Shandong, eastern Henan and central and southern Hebei. Although it is located in the north, the temperature has increased year by year in recent years, and the precipitation is getting less and less. The heavy snow and the howling north wind became childhood memories.

From the end of autumn sowing last year to winter, the temperature is higher than in previous years, and it has been a warm winter. According to relevant forecasts, there is no effective precipitation in the Central Plains for more than six months, and the lowest temperature in a winter is often between MINUS 2 and 3 degrees Celsius and 4 and 5 degrees Celsius, and sometimes even around zero. Due to the long-term water shortage, the land tends to be dry in a large area, the groundwater is also declining, and the pits and ponds are dried up. In some places, it is difficult for farmers to use water for eating and irrigate the land, and the farmland is in urgent need of supplementary rainwater irrigation. Exactly: time flies, and the beautiful image of "beauty" can't wait. Looking at most areas in the south, it has been raining and snowing since winter, with more freezing rain. Farmers in the north are eager to see the rain, and they can only sigh at the sky. To this end, I also wrote a poem "Looking forward to rain":

It doesn't snow in winter, and it seldom rains in spring/the earth has been dry for a long time/the seedlings are shriveled/the farmers frown/look forward to it/sigh ... without rain, the air will be dirty/there will be no rain, the dry fields will lose enough vitality/there will be no rain, the world can't follow normal logic/there will be no rain, and life will be short of beauty!

Waiting for rain, thinking about rain, expecting rain.

I just hope that God will not be stingy.

I can install the plow I want to start.

Sow the seeds of hope

Put the harvest fruit

Born in a vast land ...