Everyone has the experience of writing essays, and they are very familiar with them, especially those that occupy an important position, which are mainly narrative, but often also include description, lyricism and discussion, and it is impossible to have a clear distinction. divide. So what issues should you pay attention to when writing this kind of composition? Below are the essays about the cloud that I have collected for you (selected 10 articles), I hope they can help you. Composition of Clouds 1
In our big city with extremely serious environmental pollution, blue skies and strange, beautiful and lovely clouds are no longer common. However, as long as you carefully observe the blue sky on a bright spring morning in February, you will find that they quietly appear in front of you again at some point!
At different times of the day, the scenery and shapes of clouds are also varied and graceful.
The clouds in the early morning are the most pleasant. Some clouds are erratic, floating here and there, as if chasing something; some are like naughty little urchins, chasing and playing, rushing into the sky, playing hide and seek. Some clouds are resting quietly, and when they gather together, they look like a proud snow-capped mountain; some are just lightly spread in the sky, like a transparent gauze; some are layered and arranged in an orderly manner, as if they are lining up to welcome a new day. . Suddenly, a small cloud caught my attention. Upon closer inspection, it really looked like a lively little white rabbit. There were two slightly raised places on the top of its head, which were its furry ears and a small The clouds are its fluffy tail. There are still a few clouds floating indistinctly under the big clouds, which serve as the little white rabbit's feet. Not far away, two "puppies" were playing and frolicking. The sky at this time really looked like a huge zoo.
The clouds in the evening are the most beautiful. Although the sun has hidden behind the mountains, its afterglow has dyed large tracts of clouds red, and they are like blossoming flowers, blooming all over the sky. Those fire-like clouds seemed to engulf the whole world. The sunset glow adds various colors to the clouds in the sky, presenting a colorful picture. These clouds are sometimes lily, sometimes golden, sometimes half purple and half yellow, and as soon as you blink, they change into red sandalwood colored clouds.
As night falls, these charming clouds gradually disappear, but they leave us with infinite reverie... Yun's composition 2
Every dusk, I Standing on the windowsill and watching the gentle, red but not dazzling sun slowly setting, thinking and distressing...
When people watch the sunset, they focus on the main character - the sun. superior. But I set my sights on the clouds next to the less conspicuous sun.
Clouds, an ever-changing thing, are endless in the blue sky. Big and small, weird and strange, they are everywhere. They can fly here and there freely with the breeze. They can be raised and lowered freely.
At sunset, the gentle and weak light of the sun is reflected on the clouds in the blue sky, making it even more beautiful and moving.
I love clouds, their free and unfettered life, and their vast expanse of color, full of peace—white, which represents purity, peace, and no disgust. All things in nature control its color and turn it into colorful clouds. Therefore, people focus on colorful things and ignore these simple clouds. However, the colorful things are not so selfish, but want to move people's focus to the brilliant clouds. However, stubborn people only appreciate superficial things and fail to discover the inner things around them.
The same goes for sunset, people will only focus on the glorious and bright image. But although the clouds next to the sun strive to break through themselves and make various ever-changing shapes, it is a pity that no one knows how to cherish it and love it. At night, everything is sleeping, but these industrious clouds float unremittingly at night...
Their wish is to be understood and valued by people.
Waiting day after day, year after year... But stupid people are still so stubborn, and the clouds are not so discouraged. It is still working hard day and night...
It is the same in real life. Some people are working silently to break through themselves and leave an image to future generations. But it lacks popularity, no one knows how to appreciate him or take advantage of him. No one will discover him, promote him, understand him. But this man still worked tirelessly and pursued his ideals until he died.
Some people will remain famous forever after death; some people will live a great life and die gloriously. But how have people ever known that some people who have contributed to the world and how much blood and sweat they have paid are not known after their death.
Don’t be too biased or stubborn. You might as well give the new generation a chance to express themselves. At the same time, it allows people to look further and broaden their horizons. Yun's composition 3
"Boom -" there was a loud noise and the plane took off. Outside the window, the gentle sunset gives us her sunshine that is not dazzling. But I'm still thinking about yesterday's troubles: I failed yesterday's vocal music exam and failed to pass Level 9, and all this was just because I forgot the lyrics! I didn't want to look out the window, so I quietly took out a book. In the story, the cute little girl attracted me.
Suddenly, my mother saw that I was in a low mood, and said, "Qingqing, look outside, it's so beautiful!" I ignored her, just said "Oh", then buried my head and continued reading. . While turning the page, my eyes glanced out the window. Ah, we have flown above the clouds. The plane seems to have been chasing the sun: when we set off, there was a red sun hanging in the sky; now, the sun is playing hide and seek with us in the clouds! The surrounding clouds were all dyed red, one next to another, densely packed. Sometimes, in the middle of the clouds, a big hole suddenly appears. It is truly a "skylight"! Looking down from the "skylight", it is still a vast expanse of white, but in my mind, a picture is reflected: it may be a piece of farmland, it may be an island shining with the light of a lighthouse, or it may be a bright lighthouse. The big city of lights...
The sky gradually darkened, and Yun'er took off its red robe. Although not as pretty as before, it has a unique beauty: in the distance, a fluorescent blue light like the Northern Lights is emitted, and the sky becomes particularly beautiful. The plane was still flying forward vigorously. I saw that at the other end of the sky, whether it was the reflection of lights or the beautiful sunlight being broken down, a ribbon of flowers was formed that looked like a rainbow but was not a rainbow. At the top, it is orange, and below it is red, pink, green, blue, navy... Then, there is an endless black...
I feel as if I too It became a cloud, drifting towards the endless black. My future is not like that black patch, I don’t know how deep and how far it is. "Qingqing, stop reading. You have been reading for more than an hour." Mom took the book from my hand. "Oh, oh." I replied in a daze. Everything around me has not changed, neither have I, and my future should not have changed either. I thought quietly: the change of clouds is instantaneous, and the passage of time is also instantaneous. Today, now, it is actually before our eyes. I can't waste my time worrying. Because yesterday has passed, what can I worry about today? Tomorrow has not come yet, how can I know what will happen tomorrow, so there is no need to worry about it. Now is the most precious thing. Only by cherishing the present can you win in the race of life. I want to cherish the present and make my clouds colorful today! Yun's composition 4
After dinner, we went to the square to play. Inadvertently looking up at the sky, white clouds were walking leisurely in the sky. For a while, several white clouds were together, and for a while, they separated again, as if several good friends met together and played games together.
After a few seconds, these clouds changed their shape. The original white clouds didn't even have any spots. However, I don't know which naughty baby cloud was playing with "fire", and a small cloud changed into a white cloud. When it turned red, the other clouds saw it and ran to play together.
As a result, the "fire" burned bigger and bigger, and the white clouds were scared away. The "fire" burned half of the sky red, and the clouds changed color. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and the clouds turned into big red flowers in full bloom, so beautiful!
After just a while, another gust of wind blew, and the big red flowers joined together and turned into a fairy wearing a red gauze. The fairy flew in the air, flew! Her head became unclear as she flew, and her body turned into a big fire dragon, jumping out of a big fire pit. After a while, the fire dragon disappeared, and the place turned into a noisy market again, as if it was the New Year, with red lanterns everywhere. A strong wind blew, everything calmed down, and the sky gradually became dark. I thought, did they go to sleep? Composition 5 of the cloud
Unpredictability is synonymous with it. It is the plaything of the wind. The wind can blow it into various shapes at will. Of course, if you want to savor the story of the cloud, imagine Strength is essential.
I once saw two wing-shaped clouds in the sky. The style of painting is completely different. One is a Q version of a character, with small oval wings. It is also like a butterfly's wings, without the wings. The sharp feathers are natural and give people a healing feeling. The other one is completely different from it. It is ethereal and ethereal, like a perfect masterpiece. It reminds me of the twelve wings of the archangel. Although it is only one of them, it is comparable to the most beautiful wings in the world. Comparable. Under this wing, white clouds condensed into clear waves rippling on the blue water, as if the wing had just turned into water and emerged in the sky, spotless. I couldn't help but sigh: Ah! This is the masterpiece of nature.
Speaking of clouds, have you ever thought of the red glow that sets off the sky in the evening? That was the last gift the sun gave to the earth before it left. After all, life no longer exists on other planets, so who would come to enjoy the sunset?
Cloud, as long as the earth still exists, you will not disappear. You know, it likes to appreciate your paintings the most. Composition of Clouds 6
I don’t know why, but I always like to watch the unpredictable clouds in the sky.
A pleasant breeze blew, driving away the deep sleepiness in an instant. The dark blue sky was inlaid with a few unrealistic little stars, and a gray outline appeared in the east. The unique warmth of summer rippled in the air, and after a while, the clouds began to "slip" out.
I lay on the green grass, and the refreshing fresh air flowed into my heart, which made me feel very comfortable. I looked at the beautiful clouds in the sky and imagined the elf spreading its wings and flying. The sky is so blue and clear, like the dreamy Qinghai Lake. The gentle embellishment of clouds in the sky makes the sky more innocent than the sea and lake. White clouds float leisurely in the sky, like a few simple and ordinary items. This kind of beauty, this kind of nature, is very simple, without any artificial carving. I look forward to the day when I can get a pair of wings, fly under the blue sky, and shuttle between white clouds——
Huh? What's tickling my ears? Oh, the breeze is blowing the grass. The wind blows, and like a kind mother, it gently touches my face and teases my strands of hair.
The white clouds seem too light. When the wind blows, they quietly disperse and become various shapes. They seem to be static and fixed, but in fact they are moving and changing all the time. picture.
The wind is getting stronger, and he is no longer as kind and gentle as his mother, but more like a strict father who lost his mind because his son did something wrong. Bai Yun was stunned and forgot to dodge. The wind used its rough hands to brutally tear the white clouds into pieces and wisps, floating like curling smoke to an illusory place. I couldn't help but sigh for Baiyun and his fleeting life.
Looking at the blue sky that had lost its white clouds, suddenly a few new clouds came back to my eyes. In an instant, I realized that I didn’t need to sigh: the life of beautiful white clouds, although It is short-lived, but is it just a passing cloud that it leaves to people? Composition of Clouds 7
My name is Baiyun, so I especially like to see clouds. I remember when I was a child, I pointed to the clouds in the sky and asked my mother, "What are those?" My mother said, "Those are white clouds.
"I said strangely: "Why does it also call my name? "My mother kissed me and said, "It's the name you called it. "I said: "Then can I fly to the sky? "My mother smiled and said: "Silly boy, it's high in the sky! "
When I got a little older, I asked my dad: "Why is my name called "Baiyun'?" Dad recalled: "The day you were born, it was a bright autumn, and there were flowers floating in the sky. Baiyun, so I named you ‘Baiyun’.” From then on, I loved looking at the clouds in the sky.
The white clouds in the sky are so beautiful! Sometimes it is like strands of light yarn, floating in the blue sky; sometimes it is like blossoming white lotus flowers, blooming in the blue sky; sometimes it is like snow-white sheep grazing on the blue grassland; Snow-capped mountains stand tall in the blue sky.
Baiyun is very good at dressing herself up. In the early morning, when the sun just appeared on the horizon, the white clouds put on red dance skirts to welcome the arrival of Father-in-law Sun with a brisk dance; in the evening, when Father-in-law Sun was about to leave, the white clouds changed into golden orange dresses. Red brocade clothes, farewell to Mr. Sun. On sunny days, it often ties a gray or blue ribbon on its white dress to make it appear lighter and freer; when it is about to rain, it will immediately put on a gray-black raincoat and wrap itself tightly. After the rain stopped, it immediately took off its gray and black raincoat and stayed on the Rainbow Bridge after the rain.
Baiyun is still a naughty guy! It is good friends with the moon and stars. After nightfall, they often play together in the sky. Sometimes, when the moon talks to the stars, it often dresses up as a masked man, walks gently to the moon, and covers the moon's face. The stars cannot see the moon, they are looking for it twinkling. Seeing the stars became anxious, it made the moon show its beautiful round face again. The moon wanted to chase it, but it ran and said, "Can't hit it! Can't hit it!"
What a beautiful, lovely, clever white cloud! Am I really you? Do you know, I often dream that I become a little white cloud, floating, floating, floating into the blue sky! Composition 8 of Yun
Looking at the sky, I feel that it is thousands of miles away; looking from the sky, I feel that the ground is within reach. We looked at the ground from the sky and enjoyed this little home.
A guy who looked like mud came over there. It is filled with hollows and floats at the top of the sky, like a large, worn out fishing net. It covers the sun but leaks light from the holes in its body, making the sky cloudy and clear sometimes. It was so drunk that it tossed around and muttered something. It laughs and cries, showing its true self. After a while, it slowly dispersed. What was taken away was its sadness and sadness.
This is a confused cloud in nature. It is just like an ordinary person who is drunk, either sad or helplessly swallowing bottles of alcohol and waving away the depression in his heart. Then, he waved his hands and stood up, disappearing into the crowd as if nothing happened.
"Wow--" I heard the sound of crying from a distance. A small crying bag rushed straight to my right and almost hit me. It kept crying, and the water level on the ground rose sharply, flooding and destroying the crops in the farmland. People cried loudly, looking at the fruits of their labor, and thinking of their missing relatives and friends, full of sadness. How pitiful the people on the ground are! I thought to myself. I couldn't bear it and drove it away, but it still cried loudly and went away with a sad mood that I didn't know where it came from.
This is a sad cloud in nature. It was still too young, and standing there stupidly could not alleviate its sadness. It could only cry. But if you just cry, you will be scolded or driven away by people. Being ignorant of the world, it doesn’t understand why it gets scolded even if it vents its emotions.
"Whoosh, whoosh", the sound of strong wind came from the horizon. Needless to say, the typhoon must have brought another express delivery. It's a little too hospitable, bringing everyone around it to its party. From time to time, it will pick up bushes, piles of newspapers and umbrellas, take away small items that people carry, roll them into the clouds, and play with them. It comes and leaves quickly, carrying things in a hurry and laughing with friends to the next place.
This is a happy cloud in nature. It flows unruly through the air currents, wandering but happily running around. Its happiness infects everyone around it. They laugh and laugh. Gradually, people relax their brows and face the world with a smile on their face.
We don’t have a fixed residence, and we don’t need it. We are wandering above the earth, but we feel as warm as living at home. We are the guardians of the earth and the determiners of the weather, we make the earth come alive and follow its own laws. We use our own methods to bring out various emotions in people. Whether it's happy or sad, accept it. People on the ground, I hope you can join hands to protect this small home together, leaving a living space for yourself, animals, the earth, and clouds. Yun's composition 9
Far away from the ground, there is a blue sky. The sky was half covered by snow-white clouds, and the golden light of the sun seemed to illuminate some clouds close to him and turn them into golden color, which was very beautiful.
Yun is unpredictable. His body is the fusion of everything and can become anything or any creature. His strength was given to him by nature. He allowed himself to suck the milk of nature and grow up slowly.
After the cloud turned into something, people were about to cheer and exclaim, but the cloud had disappeared into the blue sky. People at this time lamented and wanted to See what mysterious clouds appear next in the sky. The prayers of hope, the cheers of excitement. As if a beautiful piece of music was played, after a burst of cheers, the clouds that turned into things appeared again. At this time, the world became quiet, as if you could hear a pin drop on the ground, and the wind passed above your head. At this moment There was a strange sound. This was because of the tranquility of the world. People's hair was blown up. The people standing behind were still looking at it. Before they saw the shadow, it had already disappeared. The children who didn't see the cloud were angry. Smell coming out of nose. I have a cold and have a runny nose from time to time. People stared straight at the sky, the sacred fire of hope was ignited again, people were heart to heart and loved ones, so they leaned their heads on their heads and looked at the "snow-white" sky.
People waited for only a minute. Some people couldn't bear it anymore and hurriedly searched for the snow-white clouds in the sky. In the end, they still couldn't find them. At this time, there was no tranquility in the night, only There was a loud uproar.
The clouds are very beautiful. If you observe carefully, you can find out the interest in them and the endless fun in them. Composition 10 of Yun
Cloud is the magician in the sky, it can create wheat fields, rabbits, deer, etc. Cloud is also the painter in the sky, it paints all the things it conjures. Various colors. All in all, what makes the clouds change rapidly is undoubtedly the fairies in colorful clothes in the sky.
One day, I stood on the balcony again, looking at the blue sky and beautiful clouds.
Ah! The clouds in the sky are so soft, everyone wants to lie on them and rest; the clouds in the sky are so cute, everyone wants to hug them. I was daydreaming, and suddenly, the golden wheat field-like clouds on the left attracted me. Together with the blue sky, it looked even more beautiful. I really wanted to walk in it! Look quickly to the right, a snow wolf is chasing a cute little rabbit with its mouth wide open, and almost bites the rabbit's tail. Fortunately, the little rabbit was agile and nimbly avoided the snow wolf's attack and escaped to the golden wheat field on the left. Now the snow wolf could no longer catch up with the little rabbit. It was really exciting! "Beep beep..." A car was driving from the east to the west and was about to hit the railway track. What should I do? Fortunately, the driver responded quickly and with a slight twist of the steering wheel, he avoided the railroad tracks without any danger, and even performed a handsome and unrestrained drift for us while walking.
Clouds are not only found in the morning, there are clouds in the afternoon, and floating nebulae in the evening. They play with the blue sky in the morning, say goodbye to the sun in the afternoon, and embrace the stars and moon at night.
Clouds are so beautiful; clouds are so cute; clouds are so misty.
I love flowers, I love the blue sky, and I love the ever-changing clouds in the sky even more.