Write a bamboo composition | 2014-03-2217:11
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!
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Wild bamboo forest behind the house (I wrote the composition of Shandong college entrance examination-spring comes and grass grows green)
Write a bamboo composition | 2014-03-2217:11
My hometown is in the countryside, and there is a lush wild bamboo forest behind my house. Every time I go back to my hometown, I always like to stay in the bamboo forest with my father for a while and a half. Because this bamboo forest is the holy land in my father's heart and the totem of my family! In the last semester of the third grade, the left thigh suddenly appeared nameless swelling, and many times I failed to seek medical treatment, so I had to drop out of school and rest at home. People often say, to measure the happiness of a family? One is to see if any family members are sick and hospitalized, and the other is to see if any family members are in jail. Looking at my swollen thighs, my parents' faces are more and more full of sadness. Just when the whole family was at a loss for my patient, a bigger disaster came to our originally warm little family. One Sunday afternoon, my lively and lovely brother drowned. My brother is only twelve years old. He is an ignorant teenager, in the prime of life. Why did he offend God? Dragging his sick leg to the scene of the accident. Father endured tears, and his hands and feet trembled with sadness; Mother rolled on the ground, ten fingers dug deep into the soil, and she wanted to dig under the ground to find the hope of her son's survival! Heaven and earth are speechless, and the vegetation is sad. That cry of blood can't call back my brother's wandering soul after all! Among the three major misfortunes in life, middle-aged martyrs are one of them. The unfortunate death of my younger brother is tantamount to slamming a rusty iron lamp into my parents' hearts! In those gloomy days, the laughter at home, like a clear water in a lava lake, disappeared without a trace overnight. In addition to doing everything possible to seek medical advice for me, my father spends more time alone in the wild bamboo forest behind the house, spending most of the day, and no one knows what he is doing in it. I silently watched my father's strange behavior and touched his dusty heart. Are you going to develop this wild bamboo forest? No. Bamboo is small in quantity and volume, so it is difficult to see how much economic value it can create. Is it a high-spirited festival to send love to bamboo? It seems not. Father is still immersed in the pain of losing his son, how can he have such leisure? ! With the increase of my father's wandering in the bamboo forest, my doubts are getting stronger and stronger. It was not until the evening of my brother's May 7th anniversary that my father took me to a wild bamboo forest that the mystery in my heart was really solved. My father said to me with a solemn expression, "Are you surprised that I always come here? I think, when your brother leaves, he will become a bamboo shoot and come back to the world after the spring of next year! " The first spring rain in the coming year comes as scheduled. I quietly walked into the wild bamboo forest behind the house. As my father said, I really heard the sound of bamboo jointing. I saw bamboo shoots stubbornly arching the soil and sticking out their furry heads! I didn't tell my father all this with ecstasy, because I knew that in my father's heart, I had long understood the simple truth that "after the sunshine and rain, the spring grass will be green"!
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Bamboo behind my house
Write a bamboo composition | 2014-03-2217:11
On the slope behind my house, a row of bamboo was planted. They are all dressed in green, standing straight on the hillside like guards. Some of the bamboos in this row are very high, as high as two floors; Some of them are short and not as tall as me. As long as you stretch out your hand, you can touch their bamboo leaves, which are like a sword. The newly grown bamboo leaves feel rough, while the bamboo leaves that have grown for a period of time feel smooth. Bamboo leaves are green from a distance. As long as it rains, it becomes more beautiful. Rainwater gathers on bamboo leaves and becomes crystal clear pearls. The sun shone on them, flashing. I especially like bamboo in spring and summer. They always bring me a lot of happiness. In spring, after a spring rain, bamboo shoots emerge from the mud one by one. Some bamboo shoots have just emerged from the soil, revealing its pointed little head, which looks like a freshly sharpened pencil head and is very cute; Some bamboo shoots grow very tall at once, but they are bare and have no bamboo leaves. I always like to walk into the bamboo forest at this time, breathe the fresh air there and listen to the sound of bamboo shoots growing. Summer is coming, and all the bamboo leaves on the bamboo grow luxuriantly. When the breeze blows, bamboo leaves will swing with the wind, as if dancing with the music of the wind. Looking at this row of bamboo, I can't help but think of a poem that the ancients praised bamboo. In a word, it says, "I'm still strong after a lot of hard work, and I can certainly withstand the wind from east to west." Despite the wind and rain, bamboo still stands indomitable in the rubble of Qingshan. Isn't this spirit worth learning? We should also have the perseverance like bamboo.