The composition is written in three lines, each with about 35 words

Cricket's dwelling.

When it's quiet, crickets bounce on the platform.

Even in winter, as long as the climate is mild, the sun shines on the door of the house, and you can see crickets constantly digging out the dirt from the inside.

Write the scene paragraph in 30 words as follows:

1, the autumn rain hit them in the face. Piles of dark gray clouds pressed low on the earth. It was late autumn, and the endless trees in the forest were bare, and the old tree stood gloomy, letting the brown moss hide the wrinkles on its body.

2. New green, tender green, bright green, emerald green, full of green, gentle to our sight. And the little red, yellow, pink, and purple that flickered like a star, also surprised our eyes.

3. Look! The earth recovers, and everything sprouts. In the corner of that playground, there were signs of spring; In the branches of the great tree, there is the vitality of spring. People took off their thick cotton clothes and put on their spring dresses; The children flew kites.

4. On summer mornings, the grass is green, the flowers are blooming with smiling faces, and the tall trees are lush and vibrant. Flocks of beautiful birds are jumping and singing in the green branches. The air is fresh and cool, and there is a charming fragrance.

5.In summer, there is no pride of a hundred flowers in spring, no conceit of autumn fruits, and no arrogance of snowy winter; In summer, it has its unique nobility, dignified and beautiful.

For example: 1. The cyan color spreads on the ground, and a little red catches the eye, which is always a small and exquisite. The artistic conception of a little red in the green is there, as if embroidering a flower quilt on the ground, there is no charm of climbing the branches, but it can also be pleasing to the eye, it is a piece of pure meaning, elegant.

2. The maple leaves are bright, warm, and swaying softly with the wind. The red all over the mountains is like a vivid oil painting, splendid like the glow; It is like a beautiful little poem, salvaging the eyebrows and eyes of memory in gentleness, and then kneading it into a vein of warmth, graceful into a wisp of fragrant fragrance.

3. I don't know when, the cloud girl in a black robe used her wide arms to shroud the blue sky. The lightning let out a deafening roar, and its natural golden voice and majestic tenor voice were so imposing that they made people tremble. A symphony of great momentum is beginting.

4. In spring, the trees pull out new branches and grow tender green leaves, and the lawn woven by small grass is like a green carpet, and all kinds of small flowers are very charming. The small goldfish in the pond are red and golden and black, and the golden fish are like magnificent gold swimming in the sun.

Listen! Listen! The Spring Maiden came with a light step, and she brought a new green garment to the originally yellow, cold and lonely earth. She gently caresses all things with her delicate watery hands, reviving them and giving us vitality and vitality.

Not to mention the blue sky, not to mention the small river with the sound of flowing water, not to mention the endless grassland. The flowers alone are full of flowers. One of the most obsessive to me is the Bao Lian, she is so white and flawless, just like the transmission of the Bao Lian lantern, and like a young girl, in the spring breeze fluttering her white dress, the body exudes a faint fragrance, smell it makes people immersed in the dream, relaxed, lingering.

Nearby, the tall and low trees in the distance stood tall and tall, and the new leaves were verdant, like loyal guards, guarding this quiet and peaceful moment.

The rain is pouring down, what a drizzle! Dropping in the hand, hairy, itchy, like cow hair, flower needles, filaments. Looking from afar, it seems that there is a thin layer of mist, if there is nothing, it seems to be close to far away, and the whole world is like a shy girl covered in a thin veil, s......miling secretly there.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier.

How beautiful and wonderful the night of Chinese New Year's Eve was. This year is no exception, with the streets lit up with brilliant lights and a festive atmosphere.

After dinner, I went for a walk in the street. Wow! The streets are crowded with people, busy with traffic, so lively!

When I came to the main street, I saw that the branches on both sides were full of colorful lights, which were colorful and very beautiful. The houses on both sides of the street are hung with red lanterns, and the rows of red lanterns are like strings of rock sugar gourds, which are particularly eye-catching. The illuminations fall vertically like a colorful waterfall flowing down from the sky.

Chinese New Year's Eve is really brightly lit!

I walked to a small square. In the middle of the square there is a beautiful fountain in the shape of a semicircle. The semicircular fountain has a large grass bush in the middle, and a large red Chinese knot hangs from a "small arched bridge" made of many flowers.

Suddenly, the fountains rose and fell with the sound of **. These countless columns of water converged into a large ceremonial flower, which bloomed in the air, and many small droplets of water scattered from the air, floating on my face, hands, and ......The crowd erupted in cheers. Ah, the beautiful fountain adds a festive touch to the night of Chinese New Year's Eve.

I stood at the end of the street and looked at the buildings one after another. There are many colorful lights and red lanterns, which illuminate every corner of the streets and alleys so brightly and so red. Doesn't this indicate that our lives are more prosperous this year than before?

The first mild rays of sunlight crept up my cheeks. At the same time, the birds, which had been quiet all night, couldn't wait to show their singing and chirp. I stood facing east, and there was a touch of emotion in my heart. The vitality of the heart seems to be stimulated by the sun.

The huge luminous object seemed to have endless power, and it climbed upwards one by one until it was completely visible to me. It is not as bright as at noon or as bright as it is in the evening, but it has its own vitality and vigor.

I was already immersed in the beauty of the sunrise, my head was never so refreshed, and my pulse was beating with vitality. I've never looked forward to a new day, never been so eager to have a new purpose. This round of rising red sun is wiping every life with its light, and baptizing every life of Lu Feng's manuscript with its vitality.

I stood quietly, enjoying the sunrise to my own.

Behind the interweaving of red and yellow, pink and blue on the canvas is moving and hope, which belongs to Monet's sunrise; Flaubert watched the sunrise every day, and in his eyes, every sunrise of the base roll was different, and it was the sunrise that belonged to Flaubert's filial piety; In the face of this round of the sun, Wang Kailing's thoughts flowed, and he was determined to be a bright-spirited person in the text, which was the sunrise that belonged to Wang Kailing.

This round of rising red sun has moved and moved many living beings. The sun hangs high in the sky. In its light, a new day begins.