In which season did the story composition 500 take place?

This is an unforgettable national day, and nothing earth-shattering has happened. But many small things happened around me, which were so dull and ordinary, left a deep impression on me and left me with endless aftertaste. Please look at the following lens: ||| Lens 1 In Boku Bookstore, I am absorbed in reading. There is a girl crying not far from me, and I was just about to ask her what happened. A kind aunt hurried to meet her and asked her what was wrong! She said that her mother had put her here to study for a long time and had not come to pick her up yet. She wants to go home. So the aunt dialed her mother's number, and soon, the girl's mother came. The little girl stopped crying and went home with her mother happily. The kind aunt smiled and went on reading. Looking at camera 2 a, I think this aunt must be a helpful person. After thinking about it, I soon arrived at the Civic Center, because the section of the Civic Center was under maintenance. It's a long way from the building of the civic center, and you have to cross a road in the middle to get there. There is no traffic light sign here, so it is dangerous to cross the road. At that moment, all of us crossed the road, except a naughty boy who didn't come. Seeing that the bus was coming, he was still there watching, not in a hurry, but worried his mother. Just then, a big brother carrying a bag came running like lightning and held him in his arms. Escaped with a false alarm. What was left was warm applause. |||||| Camera 3 782 is the bus to Linping South Station. It is four o'clock in the afternoon. This is the most crowded bus home. Fortunately, we took the bus from the terminal and still have seats. The car started, and after several stops, the carriage was almost full of people. "Brake!" An aunt came on the bus with a baby in her arms and a small bag in her hand, and the bus left. The baby rocked back and forth with the car, and there were many people in it. She began to cry at once. At this time, an uncle stood up unhurriedly and said, "Come, there are seats here." Aunt sat up and said, "Thank you!" The baby fell asleep in the aunt's arms and slept soundly. I think we are not only these, but also many, many ... Every love, as long as we move our hands or our mouths a little, will make people around us very happy. Let's go! Love is right under our feet, right beside us. Let osmanthus fragrance, let love fragrance together!

② 500-word composition of seasonal stories

In a blink of an eye, winter came and everything seemed so quiet. I like this season. I don't know when I began to like winter. Maybe I wanted to feel safe when I was a child. Every night when the north wind is howling, I lie in bed, covered with a thick quilt, quietly listening to the sound of the cold wind blowing enough paper, closing my eyes and enjoying the warm feeling. This is the most comfortable time of the year for me.

As I get older, I don't feel that way anymore. Slowly, it becomes distant and blurred. I just feel that the winter night is very cold, and the cold wind seems to turn into thousands of steel needles, which pierce the pores and sting my heart. At this time, what this season brings me is not joy, but the pain after losing joy. I am afraid of the silence and darkness of the winter night at this time. I began to feel bored and wanted to escape into the warm quilt of my childhood. But how is all this possible? Reality still has to be faced. Fear of the present fascinates me with memories of the past. The warmth of childhood has become my longing for tomorrow.

After losing the best feeling, of course, I am looking for it, so I began to like to go out for a walk and breathe fresh air when the sun is shining. Spring is also beautiful, but there is always a trace of melancholy in my heart, and I always feel that something is wrong. Sometimes I feel unreasonable myself. Everyone likes spring, full of colorful flowers and birds. But I don't think so. In winter, the cold wind rages, the bare branches and the gray sky are nothing. Perhaps the only thing worth nostalgia is the flying snowflakes and the pure feeling after the snow. But I just like the dark sky, the bare branches and the cold wind. These are also the characteristics of winter. These make me feel that winter is like an old man, with that kind of broad-mindedness that has gone through many vicissitudes. I like winter, and more importantly, the irreplaceable warmth has always attracted me, but I want to escape …

Reliving the feeling of childhood is a freshman winter vacation. Going to college is my first long trip, and it's gray every day when I get home. I can't calm down after taking a long-distance bus. It's no exaggeration to describe anxious to return. In the evening, the bus arrived at the station, and I haven't seen the familiar streets, familiar voices and familiar smiles for a long time. Then you can go straight home by bus ... The trees on both sides of the road quickly moved behind the car, opened the window and took a deep breath. I don't know when it began to rain ... Isn't that the familiar river ahead? I vaguely saw my home. I got off at the back of the village. Walking in the alley of the village with luggage, it is still so familiar, but it is a little hazy. I walked to the door and gently pushed the child, and my heart beat violently again. When I saw my parents and sister, my nose was sour and I almost didn't cry. I haven't seen you for half a year, so we naturally talked a lot. After dinner, we warmed up. We talked and laughed around the stove. My father cooked pears and apples and roasted chestnuts for us ... and talked and laughed until late at night. I lay in bed, listening to the cold wind whistling outside the window and knocking on the window paper. It was dark all around. Slowly, I felt the long-lost warmth. ...

The feeling of childhood is still the same after more than ten years. The warmth buried in my heart. I like winter again: bare branches: gray sky; Cold wind; Experienced vicissitudes, and the warmth of the quilt. ...

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(3) Composition, 500 interesting things happened in one season.

It's always cold in winter in Beijing. Walking in the crowd, everyone wrapped themselves in cotton-padded clothes and hats. However, in this cold season of winter, I feel warm because of love.

It was a winter morning, and the sun was miserly hiding in the clouds. As usual, I carry a heavy schoolbag and walk to school. My home is on the second floor. I never take the elevator. On this day, the light in the corridor was broken. Walking into this impenetrable narrow corridor is like being blindfolded by a piece of black cloth. I can only see the outline of the scene through the faint light from the crack of the corridor door. I grabbed the handrail eagerly in the dark, and the iron handrail suddenly made me tremble with cold. I had to lean on the handrail tightly, with one foot poking gently, stepping on a step slowly, and the other foot following carefully. Although it is winter, I still feel hot and sweaty after a few steps. The dark corridor is particularly quiet, so quiet that I can hear my heartbeat, and an inexplicable fear gradually rises in my heart. I rubbed it down a little bit, while thinking angrily: what property, even the lights are not repaired, how dangerous! At this time, the exit door quietly opened, the corridor became bright, and a gray-haired grandmother came in. She took out the garbage, straightened up, looked up at me in the dark, and then pushed open the exit door. "Don't go!" I thought, I finally have someone to accompany me. I have to hurry up, hurry up, or I will be locked in this dark corridor as soon as my grandmother goes out! My steps suddenly accelerated. But grandma doesn't seem to be in a hurry to leave. Her whole body leaned against the door, and she struggled to pull out a hand and waved it at me. Wrinkled face opens out "Dragon Claw Chrysanthemum". I was even sadder to see her pretending to be relaxed. How tired it must be for an old woman to carry such a heavy door for me! But I am still far from the door, and the dim light makes me afraid to walk quickly. At this time, the door slowly pressed on grandma, and the lights were getting darker and darker.

I quickened my pace again, but I was so flustered that I couldn't help but stumble three times. "Slow down, son, or you'll fall!" Grandma said to me in her hoarse voice full of love. She stood behind the door, and her aging body pushed the door back. A cold wind blew from time to time in the corridor on the first floor, and grandma's thin body trembled in the wind, pushing the heavy iron gate with her thin hands like dead branches. Seeing this, I urged myself: "Hurry up, hurry up." I quickly alternate steps, and my heart is warm. All the dissatisfaction melted at this time and became a warm current, which flowed to the whole body. "Slow down, I'll wait for you!" Grandma's voice rang in my ear again. A warm current came to my mind again and went downstairs. I rushed to the heavy door at the entrance of the building, pushed him open with all my strength, held the door, and waited patiently for grandma to leave. Watching her stumble outside the building, I feel a sense of pride and unprecedented warmth and happiness.

Love is passed from one person to another. I always believe that the world is beautiful and love is interlinked. What others gave us, we should get double reward. This winter is really not cold.

(4) About which season of the local composition, 500 words.

Spring, summer, autumn and winter in my hometown

My hometown is a colorful hometown. The picturesque seasons and pleasant scenery here are a good place for us to live.

"Spring breeze can thaw, and warmth promotes agriculture. The skirt shakes slightly and will be sent when it is finished. " The spring breeze blows, the ice and snow melt, and the weather is fine, which seems to urge people to take advantage of the beautiful spring to quickly cultivate and sow the hope of a bumper harvest.

Summer is a hot summer. "Xia Feng is full of vigor and vitality. By the small pond, smell the lotus fragrance across the bank. " This poem expresses Xia Feng's enthusiasm. Under the influence of Xia Feng, plants and trees are flourishing, and there are vibrant scenes everywhere. The pond stood by. You will smell the fragrance of lotus. The most touching thing was that summer night. Listen, there are wonderful music everywhere: frogs croak, crickets squeak, cicadas chirp and mosquitoes buzz ... it's like a symphony. What a beautiful night, the breeze blowing, the rustling sound of crops, making people unable to sleep early.

Autumn is the harvest season. "Autumn wind mixed with autumn rain, how cool the night is. The sound is endless, Ye Er dances. " The coolness of autumn wind, mixed with a burst of autumn rain, adds a little coolness to the night. In the rustling autumn wind, fallen leaves fall slowly in the air and fall into the arms of Mother Earth. Walking in the countryside in early autumn, the autumn wind blows on my face, stepping on soft fallen leaves and bathing in the golden sunset. How refreshing. What is more joyful is the fruit of autumn. Apples are ripe, oranges are ripe, persimmons are covered with branches like small lanterns ... The farmer's uncle picks them from the trees one by one, puts them in cartons, sells them in the market, sells them at a good price and lives happily at home.

The most unforgettable thing in winter is snow. When it snows heavily, the sky seems to be covered with white catkins and flying all over the sky. We reached out and grabbed it, and it melted in our little hands. It snowed all night, and at dawn, I looked out. The earth, distant mountains, houses and trees turned white, and there was a world of pink jade everywhere. Rushing out of the house, we plunged into the vast white world, had snowball fights and made snowmen. Cheerful cries resounded over the village and echoed in our childhood memories.

My hometown is also a beautiful big garden. Peach blossoms, pear blossoms and rape blossoms are full of bright colors in spring, pomegranate flowers and lotus flowers are dotted with the heat of summer, a string of red chrysanthemums are scattered in autumn, and white plum blossoms bloom in the spirit of winter. Spring, summer, autumn and winter, flowers bloom, garden-like hometown, beautiful and rich hometown.

This is my beautiful and lovely hometown. I grew up happily in his arms. When I grow up, I will try my best to build her up and make her more beautiful and rich.

⑤ Season and story composition is 450 words. What happened in that season?

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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; Everywhere is a vibrant scene; 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 hard cultivation of the gardener, I grew up happily and healthily, decorating the spring of the motherland more beautiful and lovely.

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6. Story composition 400 takes place in a season and

Happy story

One day at noon, my parents were not at home, and my sister and I were so hungry that we sang "Empty City Plan".

We started looking for food. I had a brainwave when I saw a box of apples. I said to my sister, "shall we eat fried apples?" ? "The elder sister nodded. I picked up a big apple, took a tool knife and began to peel it. I tried very hard to hold the big apple, but I couldn't hold the tool knife steadily. I had a hard time peeling off the skin. Then I started shredding. However, the small hole in the cutting wire of the tool knife was quickly blocked, and I couldn't fix it. I was so angry that I suddenly saw the faucet and my plan popped up in my mind. I turned on the tap and washed the holes with water, and all the apple fragments were washed out at once. Great! I excitedly continued to peel apples. Cut the silk quickly. What should I add? Remembering that my mother often uses raw flour and sugar in cooking, I added brown sugar and raw flour, picked up chopsticks and stirred happily.

I started cooking. I turned on the gas stove and poured some oil into the pot. I only heard a sound of "zi". Hot air came out of the pot and oil splashed everywhere. Ah, my arm was hit by a missile. I quickly turned on the tap and washed away the water. Then I pour in shredded apples. Unconsciously, the "missile" flew even harder. At least five or six flies towards me. I dodged left and right, but I couldn't escape the attack of these missiles. Ah, my arm was hit by a missile again. I quickly turned on the tap to wash it, and then quickly stirred it with a shovel. After a while, the apple shreds gradually softened. I turned down the fire. After a while, the apple shreds changed from light yellow to golden yellow, and the raw flour became transparent and stuck to the apple shreds, forming a soft ball, which, like rice, exuded an attractive fragrance. I kept stirring, once, twice, three times ... I thought it should be enough, so I shoveled it out of the pot and put it on the plate.

My sister couldn't wait to pick up a small ball with chopsticks and eat it. Suddenly she shouted excitedly, "Wow! Delicious! " I quickly picked up a ball and put it in my mouth, feeling fragrant, sweet and soft. "It's delicious! Success! " I jumped for joy.

This is my happiest thing, because it is my first time to learn to cook, and I have successfully cooked a delicious dish with apples: "golden rice".

Sad story

There are many sad things in my life, like thousands of shells on the beach, endless, but now, I must choose the most beautiful shell for you.

I remember it was a sunny morning, but I was not happy at all because my seven-year-old pet dog died. It is very clever and obedient.

That time we went to grandma's house in the country to play, and there was a fluffy ball in the car. Haha, that's my little pet dog. It has a nice and famous name: Coca-Cola, which is a bit like a lady and a gentleman. It always holds its head high and looks arrogant. When he got there, Coca-Cola immediately played with his good friend Xiaomi Rabbit. They had a good time! Soon after returning home, I saw the little pet dog Coca-Cola staring at the little rabbit rice with affectionate eyes, and Xiaomi looked at it as if to say "Welcome to come again next time"!

After that, we got on the bus one after another. It took about ten minutes to drive, and it was about twenty or thirty meters away from home. Coca-Cola started a particularly abnormal behavior: it kicked its legs and jumped out of the window. When my mother instantly realized that Coca-Cola was going to jump off a building, it was too late. Coca-Cola jumped out of the car, and just as it was at a loss, a speeding car hit it because it was too fast to stop. The tragic thing finally happened. When we all got off the bus in a hurry and came to it, it looked at us and cried for the auxiliary folding and the wrong barrel. The painful expression made you feel like a knife! You know, there was a puppy in its belly at that time. I think it's dying. It's sad. Very sad! I cried and told my father to send Coke to the hospital. However, due to the serious injury, Coke closed his eyes painfully in a few minutes.

I love holding a small coke that is black and blue and dead, and my face is full of tears. ...

⑦ Story composition of that season. 500 words, fluent sentences and some rhetorical devices, thank you!

Outside the window, the tail of lightning left a deep trace in the dark clouds, and the sky was torn. The naked version of heaven and earth only has endless haze rights, and the raindrops of despair and loneliness coldly hit the uncovered life. The fallen flowers on the ground were crushed by raindrops, and the leaves on the branches struggled painfully in the wind. I only heard thunder laughing at the weakness of life ... when I opened my eyes again, the rainstorm had passed. There is a pleasant smell in the air. Leaves covered with dew are covered with gold in the sun and laugh in the arms of the wind. Fragments of sunshine leave a whisper under the green trees: I believe there is always a season for me.

I don't know who opened the music box of memory, but the footprints of growth are still deeply and shallowly left on the beach in the past, and the memory drawn by a melodious melody is slowly flattened. ......

The troubles on the desk are piling up like homework, and the pen in my hand is still writing tirelessly. Inner emptiness and remorse blur everything in front of me, and cherry blossom-like sadness flies in my heart. I lowered my head, gritted my teeth, and resolutely refused to let the tears I wanted to give up because of failure fall on my firm belief. Quietly raised his head and gave the sky a confident smile. Pick up the pen, get ready to fight and start a new round of competition. Dew on the leaves also looked at me, shining with crystal light, recording this growth.

I believe there is always my season, a harvest season.