Excellent composition 1 towering green bamboo, forming a beautiful landscape. It is precisely because of its emptiness that it grows so tall and strong, and it also tells us that only people with an open mind will make themselves stronger.
I like bamboo, but I prefer people with bamboo spirit. This is like Zhuge Liang, who used 36 tricks to be superb, but never became complacent. I didn't tell you my ability. That time the straw boat borrowed an arrow, he even predicted that there would be heavy fog a few days ago. He only used a few scarecrows, just like Cao Cao borrowed 65,438+10,000 arrows and feathers. But he doesn't boast about himself.
And Confucius, who is the head of Confucianism. However, once when he and his disciples passed a place by carriage, a child was building a wall with broken tiles, which just blocked his way. Confucius got off the bus to argue with him, but he was scolded by the child. Confucius didn't reprimand the children, but listened to them make a detour, and realized the eternal famous sentence "Every man has his teacher".
The spirit of bamboo is amazing! Bamboo has many uses. Bamboo shoots can be used to make all kinds of delicious food. Bamboo can also be made into sleeping mats, bamboo baskets and so on. Bamboo tube can make people drool with bamboo tube rice. In ancient times when there was no concrete, many people used bamboo as the basic material for building houses. In addition, it can feed the giant panda, a modern national treasure.
Bamboo, it is the "three friends of cold age" because it shows integrity, although not strong, but it is upright, tenacious and tall; Not afraid of cold and heat, it lasts forever. Is the research object of a gentleman.
Excellent composition 2, holding things to express one's will, dispersing into mud and grinding into dust, only fragrance remains.
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I can't forget May that night.
It was a cold winter, and we walked on the road and watched the strange snowflakes fall on the branches. I heard that there are plum blossoms ahead. Let's try our luck. Mom suggested. There should be only branches left. In this cold and windy foreign land, what plants dare to survive in the cold? I looked at the thick ice crystals on the trunk and said to myself.
As we approached our destination, we vaguely saw a little red ahead. Is this an illusion? I got a little closer, and then I really realized the artistic conception of "cold ling driving alone". Even at the temperature below zero, it still stood, giving birth to a reddish bone bud. Although it is only the size of a fingernail and the stamen is only slightly red, it still blooms wantonly and brightly, and the whole body is covered with a layer of ice crystals, much like crystal. The branches are open at will, and the budding flower buds and blooming flower bones show a little red, from deep to shallow, emitting a faint fragrance. In the night of ink rendering, in the long shadow of moonlight, I look particularly aloof. The rustling cold wind hit it mercilessly, and it greeted the baptism of snow with the proudest and strongest attitude. On a dark night, soft and transparent snowflakes and reddish plums stand proudly in front of the snow. All this looks like Chinese painting, but there is a beauty that can't be expressed in words. Even on the painter's canvas, it can't be vividly shown. At this moment, you can only understand, but can't speak.
I was shocked by this picture. I watched May proudly face the storm and thought of myself. I am often a little negative because of some setbacks, and my confusion about life is lingering in my heart. Why can't I face the ups and downs of life as proudly as May? Shouldn't life be like May?
Dad patted me on the shoulder and said, "Look, how can this plum smell sweet if it is not frozen to the bone?" It is this quality of plum that makes it a little red in the depressed winter. Isn't it the same for people? "
When Alfred houseman looked at cherry blossoms, he saw that "trees are covered with makeup and flowers are full of branches, and cherry blossoms are like snow" to determine his belief in the next 50 years. I also take Alfred houseman's flower-watching as an example, and take "plum blossoms smell like snow when the wind blows" to confirm my belief in the future-facing difficulties and facing the baptism of life with pride.
Several white petals embrace a bunch of stamens, forming my favorite jasmine.
Summer is coming, and jasmine flowers are quietly blooming. The smell is fragrant, but the buds are too inconspicuous and the colors are not gorgeous. I didn't like it at first A heavy rain changed my impression of jasmine. The downpour was accompanied by the whistling wind, and the jasmine was blown to the east and west, and the petals fell a lot. However, the next day, the wind and rain stopped. I went to the balcony and saw the dark green leaves of jasmine just like the "green flow" written in the article. What surprises me even more is that there are many glittering and translucent buds among the green leaves. At night, the buds are in full bloom and the house is full of fragrance. I, a person who doesn't pay much attention to jasmine, was shocked by the tenacious vitality in its small body and deeply fell in love with this beautiful jasmine.
I looked at the snow-white core and thought it was really exquisite. Although there is no exquisite color, it is simple, natural and pure, without any impurities. It is not like canna, wearing a red robe and a yellow coat, holding its head high proudly; Nor is it placed gracefully on the water like a lotus flower, waiting for people to appreciate it. It is so small, so inconspicuous. I once read such a poem:
"Little jasmine, silently spit out youth.
Dan Xin, pure as snow, is dedicated to everyone. "
Isn't jasmine a pure heart dedicated to everyone?
Does the beauty in life only belong to colorful colors and magnificent appearance? Jasmine flower, its fragrant smell, its strength regardless of wind and rain, isn't it an amazing scenery? I am willing, willing to turn into a small, white jasmine flower and selflessly dedicate my sweetness and fragrance to those who love beauty.
I have seen many trees, such as the soft willows by the river, the tall and strong buttonwood trees on both sides of the road and the fruitful apple trees in the orchard, but I still can't forget the scarred poplar tree in front of my grandfather's door.
When I was four years old, my grandfather planted a poplar tree in front of my door. I asked him why he planted it, and he said, "Because I want to see which of you grows fast." I asked, "How can we grow up quickly?" Grandpa said, "If you eat more, you will grow faster." I made up my mind to eat more every meal in the future than before.
Summer is very hot. I drink more water than other seasons, but we don't water poplars. One day, I don't know whose troublemaker carved the poplar with a knife. Another day, a lamb came and ate the bark. Fortunately, grandpa found out in time that the lamb was driven away, but we found that there were too many scars on the poplar. I don't think poplar can live this time. Grandpa is very distressed. He fenced the poplars in case the lambs came again.
Autumn has come, and there are still many scars on poplar trees. Its leaves turn yellow slowly, and finally all fall off.
Winter is coming, and the north wind is howling. I think the scarred poplars will definitely be blown down by the wind or frozen to death by the cold wind. Because I feel cold in a thick cotton-padded jacket. But after the wind stopped, the poplars stood up again. Sometimes the snow will come to help, and the poplar still stands. Unexpectedly, when spring came, the scarred poplar actually grew green buds, stronger and taller than before.
After many years, I grew tall and grew up, and that scarred poplar tree also grew into a big tree. In summer, my grandparents came to enjoy the cool in the shade. Seeing the scars of poplars, I can't help but make up my mind-just like the scar tree in front of the door, I will go forward bravely under difficulties, grow into useful materials and add more smiles to my grandparents.
Some people like the bright sun, some people like the starry night sky, some people like the long and quiet night, and I like the bright and quiet moon best.
For me, the moon is not as dazzling as the sun and gorgeous as the sunset glow, but she has her unique elegant temperament.
Since ancient times, the moon has been the object of homesickness for the world. "I hope that people will live for a long time and have a good scenery for thousands of miles!" Whenever the Mid-Autumn Festival night, the moment of family reunion, there are always some distant wanderers who miss their hometown and relatives alone in a foreign land. At this time, they can only stare at the bright moon on the horizon, tell their anguish and pour out their deep homesickness.
Sometimes, standing in front of the window, holding a cup of fragrant tea and looking at the moon quietly, you will find that the moon is like a pure jade hanging on the horizon, crystal clear. When the moon is short, it looks like a curved ship. When you sit on it, you can go to the beautiful night sky, play with the stars with the breeze. Night is your bed, cloud is your quilt, listening to melodious ears. When the moon is round, it looks more perfect The big round moon hangs on the edge of the sky, just like a big white jade plate, emitting dazzling light. Sometimes, I will imagine myself as a little star, blinking a pair of big sparkling eyes, staying with the moon, stroking the cold body of the moon, washing the refreshing breath of the moon, and a burst of cold air comes on my face, which makes people feel refreshed and relaxed. Occasionally, I will coquetry at the skirt of the moon and listen to her telling beautiful fairy tales for thousands of years. In these fairy tales, I will spend a long night with the moon.
The endless sky shines with the moon. A dark night road, because the moon can see the road in the distance. A wanderer who is alone in a foreign land has the sustenance of homesickness because of the moon. I am happier because of the moon.
My father is a person who loves bamboo. As long as he has time, he will take good care of bamboo. All the bamboos in my house are green and straight. Standing straight in front of my house like a guard.
Dad always takes a pair of scissors and carefully cuts off the redundant bamboo leaves for bamboo; Dad always uses a watering can to embed crystal drops on thirsty bamboo leaves under the sunshine; Dad always takes a bag of fertilizer and spreads it evenly on the soil under the bamboo.
But one day, my father lost his job and he had to find a job to earn money to support his family. But dad didn't find a suitable job after searching for a long time: some jobs didn't meet me; Work is too tired and the salary is not much; Some jobs make a lot of money, but the investment is also high. Dad squeezes out almost every minute to find a job. He has no time to take care of bamboo. Bamboo turns yellow day by day and withers gradually. ...
Dad is a strong man. He didn't give in to difficulties. When he fails to find a job, he always faces my mother and me with a forced smile. He always touched my head and said, "Good boy ... I ..." Then he choked up and refused to say anything. He is always too soft-hearted, too soft-hearted, and carries all the problems by himself. ...
Hard work pays off, and dad finally found a job after many twists and turns. And the bamboo in front of the house is gradually forgotten.
Suddenly one day it began to rain. I saw bamboo in the rain, as if it were not dead, but asleep. Rain is falling all over it, it is no longer decadent, it is still alive! I've seen it-the green in front of the door.
After more than 70 years, I can't help feeling that what should have been a wonderful life is dull. I'm tired of repeating the same boring thing every day.
After several unpleasant experiences, I began to want to escape from this world.
I said to my mother, "I don't want to do this anymore." No matter how hard I try, there are still so many people above me. I might as well return to nature, learn from the ancients and live in seclusion. " My mother didn't speak. Several days later, my mother took me to the front of a mountain. This is an unknown mountain, but it can be said to be dangerous. I looked at my mother and guessed her intentions.
"Do you see that tree?" Mother pointed to the cliff. I looked up. Between the steep cliffs, there is a tree, which seems to be bent by the cracks in the cliff, but it is full of vitality.
"Well, I see. That's ... "
"Come on, I'll take you up." My mother took me, found a gentle hillside and walked up step by step.
Looking at the sweat on my mother's forehead, although I didn't understand her intention, I told myself that I must go to the top of the mountain. This is really a lonely place.
My mother took me to the front of the tree. "Look." I was shocked. This tree actually grows out of stones!
"This, how can ..."
"You see, if this tree wants to grow, it must penetrate hard rocks. You are a clever boy, I think you will understand. " My mother said nothing more. I leaned down carefully and looked at the tree on the cliff. Its roots really grow in the rock, and it stubbornly stretches around, as if to absorb all available nutrients around it.
Bamboo is one of the four gentlemen of Mei Zhu and one of the three friends of Song Zhumei.
The color of bamboo is green, but it is not monotonous, giving people vitality. Zheng Xie, a poet in the Qing Dynasty, wrote in the bamboo stone that "the green hills are not relaxed, but rooted in the broken rocks, and they are still strong after thousands of blows, leaving them to wind east, west, north and south". It is about the indomitable spirit of bamboo.
Adult bamboo is about three or four stories high, tall and straight, beautiful and generous. Bamboo sticks are slender, slim and graceful, with green seasons and proud rain, which are deeply loved by people. Beautiful and elegant, but also tenacious struggle, dare to face setbacks. In the storm, flowers and plants were blown down by the wind and raindrops splashed down. However, bamboo stood bravely in the storm, so naturally there was no fear. After the rain, there is a fresh earthy smell in the wind. Look at those bamboos still standing on their land, like a gentle and graceful girl, still tall and straight, slim and graceful, giving people a strong and fearless beauty.
Bamboo grows rapidly in the sun. When you walk into the bamboo forest, what you see is a piece of green. At this moment, you will feel a gentle wind coming at you, which is refreshing.
Bamboo, after a rest, has charm, slender and feminine, evergreen and unbeaten, upright and upright, noble and decent, full of vitality and vigorous progress ... It has many advantages, however, I appreciate its firmness and unyielding most. Its beautiful quality of "lonely cliffs and valleys, with this aura". Gentle and firm noble character has always inspired me!