Sheng Xiao Han Yu

I quickly took out my cell phone and took a picture of this unique tree.

I looked over to the side and saw a tree covered in lush blossoms. I walked over, climbed up, and struck an elegant pose, asking my mother to take a picture. When she saw me, she immediately said angrily, "You should protect the tree and not climb up it." I stuck out my tongue in embarrassment and said, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that."

I ran to a small slope and grabbed a branch with my hand, trying to pick a flower from it, put it on my head, and ran back to find my mother. I found my mother and asked her, "Do I look good like this?" My mother didn't answer, but asked, "Where did the flowers come from?" I said, "I picked them from the tree." My mother was furious and said, "I told you to cherish the flowers and grass, but you didn't listen, did you?" I understood what my mother said and said shamefully, "I will never pick flowers again." My mother said to me gently, "That's the right thing to do."

From this incident in spring, I learned a lesson: Everyone should care for flowers, plants, and trees. We all have a beautiful heart. It is not the beauty of flowers, the tenderness of grass, or the sweetness of fruit, but the virtue of kindness and caring for living things.

Spring Story Composition 800 Words Part 2

The slightly chilly spring breeze began to blow across the earth again, and spring has arrived.

On Sunday, our teacher asked us to experience and describe spring. I played all day and only reluctantly took the "night shift" in the evening. When I picked up my pen, my mind went blank. I couldn't write a single word. I was panicking. What should I do? Yes, ask Dad for help! I pestered him to help me describe spring. Unable to stop, he wrote a paragraph about spring flowers and grass, then guided me to continue writing on my own. With his help, I continued describing the peaceful river. When I finished, I felt pretty good about it.

After receiving my composition book, I excitedly opened it, thinking, "This time, I'm sure I'll get a star!" A star is a sign of excellence. But why wasn't there a star? What happened? I quickly flipped to the comments, and the teacher wrote, "Don't plagiarize so much!" I felt utterly mortified. If I'd known this, I wouldn't have asked Dad to help me write the essay! At least I wrote the part about the river myself! I was truly devastated—I couldn't express my pain.

In class, the teacher asked some students to read their essays. The essays were full of the fresh breath of spring, which was truly a beautiful scene of nature! But my essay looked like a man-made rockery, and I felt very ashamed.

Finally, the teacher taught us that writing should tell the truth, express true feelings, and be based on sincerity. I firmly remember these two words. I hope that my future writing will be truthful and vivid. At the same time, "sincerity" will also accompany me on my journey of life!

Spring Story Composition 800 Words Part 3

In spring, everything comes back to life, grass grows and birds fly; in spring, the land is full of hope as we cultivate and sow seeds. Before we know it, spring has quietly come to us, filling the earth with spring light, spreading flowers across the fields, and sprouting buds across the treetops. The spring breeze blows and blows, waking up the earth, turning the grass green, turning the peach blossoms red, melting the ice in the river, and letting the spring water flow.

Spring has arrived. The grass stretched, yawned, stretched its arms and kicked its legs. Urged on by Mother Earth, it quietly poked its head out like little elves when no one was paying attention. Spring, seeing their lovely appearance, gave them the color of life—green.

Spring has arrived, and the vibrant blossoms, resting after a winter of rest and nourished by the nourishment Sister Snow has bestowed upon them, have regained their beauty. Look! The golden forsythia maintains its ordinary yet noble form. A gentle breeze sweeps across it, like a fairy waving a magic wand, transforming spring into something even more beautiful. The pure white magnolia princesses perch on branches like nightlights. Peach blossoms are blooming in a flurry of vibrant pink, like tassels of red. Truly, "One recognizes the face of the east wind, and the vibrant colors of spring are everywhere!"

There are so many stories about spring. Spring is in the lake, in the eyes of children... I love spring!