作文體裁包括：記敘文、說明文、應用文、議論文。

　　今天學習啦小編將與大家分享：小升初優(yōu)秀作文：我心中的風，具體內(nèi)容如下，僅供大家參考閱讀，更多精彩知識內(nèi)容盡在學習啦，大家一起來學習吧!

　　我心中的風

　　風中的少年，追逐著蒲公英，而那一陣陣的風，卻讓他不得不無止境的追逐……

　　——題記

　　我是一個風中追逐的少年，我希望追逐到至死方休。風給予我無盡的動力，燃燒斗志，戰(zhàn)個痛快。

　　而那無盡的風，便是我心中的母愛，它時而輕柔拂面，但也卻狂風呼嘯，也如同那黃昏般凄涼。這陣風一直陪伴在我身旁，無時無刻，每分每秒;我卻很少會感受它的拂面，即便它會冰封萬里，透寒人心。

　　春曉，它與鮮花飛鳥相伴，帶來無窮生機，無限希望。但它卻同樣的暴躁，在春日也會如同野獸般的狂嘯，震動人心。春風細雨，有花常伴;塵土狂風，仍有堅石相隨。

　　烈夏，它卻與驟雨雷霆閃電交織，我無處躲藏，他要破滅我內(nèi)心的骯臟，它要毀滅我內(nèi)心的那一片小小世界，建筑它理想的國度，可這并非我想要。我或許向往自由，或許渴望寧靜;但絕非由你來締造。

　　風雨交加，夏日幻夜，毀滅即為重建;你我不過渴望洗禮，而非改造。

　　秋月，它帶來豐收與喜望，卻也夾雜著無盡的凄涼。秋風吹黃葉，吹下的也是無盡的凄涼，吹過的卻是汗水與泥濘。它對與果實滿心歡笑，這是它送給少年最好的禮物;它也不得不離去，改變出一個新的自己……

　　秋月，冷風涌起，吹來少年的蒲公英，因為它即將離去……

　　無寒之冬。風，它又回來啦。但是如此的寒冷，我無法躲開它的沖擊，而當我感受它時，卻是那么的熟悉。可在心中卻是一種回歸。它。便是北風。這一陣北風后有太多的似曾相識……

　　它的背后是春風細雨;是雨夜的戰(zhàn)神;是秋月最后的陌路……

　　北風的背后是什么。北風又是什么。

　　我也無從知曉，可我堅定地相信風即是母愛。我是風中追尋蒲公英的少年。在不斷追尋，不斷地跌倒。

　　當我追到蒲公英是，那陣風有會怎樣。飄向何處，亦或回歸何處。

　　最終，我可會明白;

　　“風欲靜而樹不止，子欲養(yǎng)而親不待”。

　　英文翻譯

　　The wind in my heart

　　Wind boy, chasing dandelion, and the waves of the wind, however, he had an endless chase ......

　　- Inscription

　　I was a boy chasing the wind, I hope to chase until they die. Wind power has given me endless, burning to fight, fight enjoyment.

　　And that endless wind, maternal love is in my heart, it sometimes gentle breeze was blowing, but the wind was whistling, but also as bleak as that evening. This gust has been accompanied by my side all the time, every minute; I rarely feel it's blowing, even though it would ice thousands of miles, through the cold heart.

　　Chunxiao, which birds and flowers accompanied by endless vitality, infinite hope. But it is the same temper, in the spring will be like a wild beast roared, shaking people. Spring rain, often accompanied by flowers; dust storm, still flint hand in hand.

　　Liexia, it lightning and thunder showers intertwined, I have nowhere to hide, he would burst my heart dirty, it is to destroy it a small world, building it over the country in my heart, but this is not what I want . I might yearn for freedom, perhaps eager to quiet; but by no means to you to create.

　　Stormy summer night magic, destruction is rebuilding; but you and I desire baptism, rather than transformation.

　　Moon, it brings hope and joy of harvest, but also mixed with endless bleak. Yellow leaves of autumn wind is blowing under the endless bleak, but it is blowing sweat and mud. It filled with laughter and fruit, which is the best gift it to teenagers; it also had to leave, to change a new own ......

　　Moon, filled with cold, blowing dandelion young, because it is about to leave ......

　　No cold of winter. Wind, come back. But so cold, I can not escape its impact, and when I feel it, but it is so familiar. Available at heart it is a return. It. It is the north wind. After this burst of the north there are too many deja vu ......

　　Behind it is a spring rain; Ares is rainy night; the moon is the last of a stranger ......

　　What is behind the north wind. Borean what is.

　　I have no way of knowing, but I firmly believe that the wind is the motherly love. I am the wind in search of dandelion teenager. In constant pursuit, continue to fall.

　　When I catch up with dandelion it is the wind that there will be. Drifting where, where or will return.

　　Eventually, I will understand;

　　"Calm, but the tree wind blows, son wants his parents wait for."