In ancient times, many poets wrote poems praising Jiangnan. Jiangnan is also famous all over the world for its softness. Its beauty is different from the magnificent and majestic beauty of the snow-capped mountain; Its beauty is different from the magnificent and desolate beauty of the desert; Its beauty is different from the vast and endless beauty of grassland; Her beauty is misty, ethereal and ethereal. The rainstorm in the north and the cool autumn rain can't compare with the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River.
The misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River is so silent that it gives people an ethereal and ethereal feeling. Walking in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, I didn't bring any rain gear. I hope the misty rain will slowly soak my clothes. I looked at it carefully in the distance, but I didn't find any rain. I only saw thick rain and fog floating in the air, like fog, like yarn, like silk, so light. The rain soaked my clothes, and I didn't feel wet, but I felt a little cool and delicate. "The rain in Tianjie is as crisp as crisp, but the grass color is close at a distance." This is a famous sentence describing misty rain. Although you can't see the rain, you can find the rain from the objects that are wet by the rain. Look at the big bluestone on the street. There are some crystal drops, so crystal, so small and beautiful, which makes people feel more comfortable. Look at the water drops on the roof jumping to the ground, making a "ding-dong, ding-dong" sound, falling to the ground and covering the ground with a thin water film; Look at the wet soil in the field, and there are tiny drops of water moving on the leaves, which feels so fresh; Listen to the sound of "ding-dong, ding-dong" is the sound of rain tapping on the bridge deck; Listening to the sound of "click, click" is the sound of rain falling on the slate. All kinds of sounds and beautiful scenery blend together, making people feel that misty rain is not only rain, but also an artist and pianist. It also has a soul and a life. It can really be said that "the rain falls lightly and the sound is heard; No rain, only rain and fog, only life. " Misty rain is really the soul of Jiangnan!
In the drizzle, we can see some hazy colors not far away, such as pink, yellow and white, like a large piece. I thought maybe it was planted by people in the south of the Yangtze River. I didn't want to go there and have a look. It was the color of flowers on wild peach, apricot and begonia trees on the roadside. I can't help but think of "Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village." This beautiful sentence will last forever. Those flowers are blooming in the branches, and the water spots on them are like tears. Those flowers are colorful and bright, giving people a refreshing feeling, as if there is still a hint of sweetness mixed with water vapor in the air.
In the ethereal and misty rain, petals fall quietly, spinning and flying in the air. Petals are flying, fluttering and jumping. They are saying goodbye to the branches and all the creatures and singing the last song. They are going to die soon and turn into fertilizer for raising flowers one by one. How happy, free and proud they are at this time. The air is full of flower shadows and flowers, and the wind blows them, making them fall on the river and dance with the boat; Let them fall in the fields, accompanied by the soil; Let them fall in the garden and chat with the trees; Let them fall to every corner of the early south of the Yangtze River and dedicate their lives to the next generation. Shouldn't their quality of "moistening things quietly" be spread? They take the four seas as their home, take pleasure in kissing the earth, and devote themselves to the last thing in life. I really think these are so beautiful. They are not only beautiful in appearance, but also beautiful in mind. They touched me with the fragrance from the depths of my heart. "There are thousands of petals and the fragrance is overflowing; Inherit the spirit and touch you and me. "
Jiangnan, I love you! Love your drizzle, love your fresh flowers, and love your femininity. Although the drizzle and wet clothes are invisible, the idle flowers are silent, but you and I can feel it! They are really the souls of Jiangnan!
2. Beautiful scenery around you
There are plenty of fragrant grass in the sea, as long as there are eyes to find beauty. Some people blindly pursue the grandeur of snowy plateau; Pursue the emptiness of Mongolian plain; Pursuing the sunshine in the Aegean Sea. And ignore the beautiful scenery around you. Where is the beautiful scenery around you? The lawn in the community, the flower beds in the street park, and the corner of the village in Haidian Park can be seen everywhere.
The lawn in the community exudes a burst of fragrance. Looking closer, the naughty grass danced with the accompaniment of the spring breeze. Looking up, you see the tall and straight poplars. In spring, white poplars grow new green leaves, stretch their waists heartily and wave to people in a friendly way. In midsummer, poplars stubbornly resist the hot attack. At the same time, it fans the cool wind for the people under the tree. In late autumn, the leaves of Populus tomentosa turn yellow and swirl down, blending with the land. In the cold winter, the north wind is blowing, but the poplar is like a strong guard and does not flinch. Finally, the cold winter gave in and ushered in a vibrant year.
The flower beds in the downtown park are colorful. Red is like fire, white is like snow, pink is like chardonnay ... Walking into the garden is like walking into the sea of flowers, lingering. At this time, if you look up, it is another scene. There are white clouds floating in the blue sky, and some are like Ma Benteng. The scene is spectacular. Some are like a cotton candy, which makes people drool. Every autumn, the vegetable garden in the street park is full of people, some record the growth process of small trees, some hide and seek behind big trees, and some eat freshly picked fruits. Like a bumper harvest painting.
The village corner of Haidian Park is also very pleasant. In this autumn, golden rice grows there, like a sea of gold, and the heavy ears are too heavy to lift the rice straw. A gust of wind blew and set off the undulating green sea, which was very beautiful. The stream there is also very beautiful, clear, green, quiet and fascinating. From a distance, it is so green, as green as an emerald ribbon; Up close, it is so clear that you can see the fish and shrimp swimming at the bottom of the stream. In winter, the river is frozen, and children often go there to skate and play the top ... In spring, the thin ice of the river begins to melt, and the small water droplets under the ice are getting bigger and bigger, crystal clear and transparent, and finally "ding dong", the ice cubes fall into the river and sink into the water. Streams irrigate rice, nourish rocks and feed every corner of the park.
The spring scenery in the south is beautiful, and the scenery in the north is magnificent. In fact, we don't need to travel a long distance to seek the beautiful scenery, because the beautiful scenery is right around us.
3. An unforgettable experience
After the heavy rain, a golden sunshine sprinkled on my toy, which reminds me of the last experience of going to the grassland.
I remember that day when we drove to the grassland. It was my first time to go to the grassland. I was so excited that I got up early. At about seven o'clock, we were on the way to the grassland. Along the way, birds were singing happily, trees were dancing, sand, sand, sand ... accompanied by sand hammers, car horns sounded melodious like trumpets, and the wind was playing bagpipes. These sounds were like a touching symphony, and I felt very happy when I listened to this symphony. After about two or three hours, I was awakened from my intoxication by the strong turbulence, and I looked out of the window as if an endless green carpet was inlaid with countless colorful flowers. Take a closer look, oh! The prairie is here! The car went on for a while, and we came to a hostel composed of several yurts. After a short rest, I began to ride horses. I picked a brown horse. At first, I was a little scared and didn't dare to ride it. Later, I was so happy to see others riding, and I rode it bravely. So, my uncles and aunts and I took a walk on the grassland. Later, I was not afraid at all, but I wanted it to run faster! Under the guidance of my guide uncle, I pulled the reins of the horse and clamped its belly with my legs, and the horse galloped. Watching the horse gallop is really lively and healthy, and with the green grass and flowers as the foil, it is really refreshing and wonderful! When I was excited, the horse suddenly lifted its neck and gave a long neigh! At first, I was startled. Then, I immediately calmed down and gripped the reins of the horse. The handsome horse that stepped down also quieted down. What a near miss! That kind of happiness is beyond description.
The horse is a docile animal, and it also brings convenience to people. It has always been our best friend. Through this riding, I have a deeper understanding of horses and like them more.
4. ode to nature
! Nature, you have majestic snow-capped mountains, magnificent mountains and rivers, flowing rivers, tall and straight poplars, charming flowers ...
Ah! Nature, you have a motherly mind. Birds build nests on branches, and you create a comfortable environment for them. Listen, the stream is singing on your spine, the birds are jumping around the trees, and the sleeping animals are awakened with its crisp sound. Listen, in the forest and on the leaves, insects are having a lively concert. You see, in the morning, the deer drinks water on the stream, butterflies dance on the flowers, in the afternoon, the little frog enjoys the cool under the lotus leaves in the pond, the stars blink at night and smile at us, and the bear sleeps soundly in the cave ... In spring, you walk in the forest, and the spring breeze blows over the treetops, and the branches spit out green, tender and sharp buds. In summer, you painted beautiful oil paintings, you rendered trees with green ink, and painted colorful flowers with colorful paintings. In autumn, you weave a thick red carpet, and the trees are hung with mouth-watering fruits. You see, the wheat is yellow, and there are many small plots in Huang Cancan, which are wheat fields. In the distance, a maple tree is so red that it looks like a burning fire. In winter, when you put on a white robe, the whole forest seems to become a world of powder and jade.
ah! Nature, you have a broad mind like strict father. You have grotesque mountains, rough seas, and pine trees growing from the crevices of cliffs ... I remember once, I came to the foot of your mountain to climb it. I slowly climbed to the heights, and my breathing became rapid. My legs seemed to be filled with lead, and I couldn't lift them. At this time, I was sweating. I leaned against the tree and rested, looking at the top of the mountain. I hesitated and I wanted to give up. It is nature you who said to me, "I like people who dare to climb and struggle, because such people can become brave." So, I silently read the slogan "Persistence is victory" and climbed to the top step by step.
ah! Nature, you still have the liveliness of an urchin. You sent a challenge letter to the stream, which plucked the strings and left a "rushing" sound of running water. Nature, however, let the wind, rain, thunder and lightning go out together and played a magnificent symphony. The stream was eclipsed. You naughty asked the bird to compete with you. In the morning, the bird broke the silence with its crisp song. At night, you give many animals the ability to sing. Cicada barks in the trees, frogs croak under the lotus leaves, and crickets play the violin under the leaves ...
! Nature, I praise you. I love your motherly mind, your naughty liveliness, and your strict father-like broadness. Because you told a man to be brave enough to surpass himself, and not to give up when he is in trouble; You made me understand that people should have a tough will and their own courage.
5. The story between me and books
Books are the ladder of human progress, and books are the nourishment of the whole world. I think these metaphors are perfect. Yes, entering the world of books and listening to the words of books can really make us smart. Reading a good book is equivalent to talking with many noble people. Reading is really fun!
I had an indissoluble bond with books when I was very young. At that time, my books were never tired of stories told by my grandfather, grandmother and aunt. Those many stories made me understand a lot of truth and what honesty and kindness are. The first book I read was The Race between the Tortoise and the Rabbit, which was a comic book. Although there were few words, the content and picture attracted me deeply. Since then, I have become close friends with the book. I love reading more after school. On the small table beside the bed, there are my favorite books: Adventure of Little People's Kingdom, How Steel was Tempered, Adventure in the Deep Sea, Dwarf Genie on the Lawn ...
One weekend, I was looking for information for next week's Chinese class. I rummaged through several bookcases, but I couldn't find any suitable information. Suddenly I found a book, Psycho in the Street of Cry. On closer inspection, it is a science fiction novel, translated into 31 languages and sold 27 million copies worldwide ... Provocative words and amazing figures brought me into the world of the book.
I read greedily like a bad wolf. It seems that I wandered around the frightened street with the two protagonists. I met the wolf crab at one moment, and saw the toad essence at the other ... I was reading with relish when my mother interrupted my trip on the frightened street with a cry of "eat". "Right away, wait a minute!" I managed to cope with my mother and read it for a long time. It was not until my father took the book away that I sat down at the table and stuffed two mouthfuls of rice. I found that I loved chicken wings today, but my mind was still in the book. What would happen if the hero saw a werewolf? I don't care about eating at all. I look around. Wow, great! The book is on the chair! I grabbed the book and continued reading. "Do I have to starve you?" Mom was angry, but in desperation, I wolfed down the rice and forgot the delicious chicken wings, so I picked up a book and started reading ... < P > I am such a bookworm! There are many stories about me and books. When you enter the world of books and are in the sea of books, you can swim as much as you like. As a writer said, books are like a boat that will never sink. They will take you to many wonderful harbors and sail farther and more dangerous.
6. Persistence will lead to success
Life is like a number "2", and only by completing that "bend" can we embark on a bright road. Before you succeed, you must stick to it and stick to your beliefs, so that you can succeed.
This summer vacation, my parents and I came to Baili Gorge, which is known as the "Gorge of Hundred Valleys".
In the Baili Gorge, the seasons are like spring, and the forest is deep and leafy. It is divided into three parts: scorpion ditch, first sight sky and thousand steps ladder. Scorpion ditch is a winding hillside, which looks like a ribbon wrapped around the Baili Gorge from a height. Sightseeing sky is a path between two mountains, the width of which is only one person's position. The grand finale of Bailixia, the Thousand Steps Ladder, is also known as the "Ladder of Courage", with a total length of 2,34 steps, which attracts many people.
My parents and I decided to climb up. At first, I laughed and laughed all the way, jumping here and there. I'm tired soon. I managed to keep climbing. When I was halfway up, I couldn't stand it any longer. I sat down and said to my mother with a sad face, "Oh, I'm exhausted. Let's go down!" Mom said, "Now it's half way down and half way up. When you get up, you won't be so tired." "Yes, people's will is often in an instant. If you try harder, you will definitely arrive." Dad also stopped to talk to me. My heart trembled, but I still refused to move. Mom said: "Now this road is like the road of life. Those who retreat are losers, and those who continue to insist will taste the joy of success." After listening to my parents' words, I moved my legs like lead again, and there were only two words in my mind: "persistence." With the help of my parents, I finally stood on the top of the mountain and finally felt the feeling of "the other mountains all appear dwarfs under the sky.". I succeeded.
success and failure are often in a flash, and what makes you succeed or fail is