We are gorgeous pearls falling from the crown of the goddess Ashtar. Our daughter took us in the morning and scattered us all over the world. I am crying, but the mountains are laughing; I fell, but the flowers held their heads high.
Dark clouds and the earth are lovers. I sympathize with them and deliver letters for them. I poured it in, diluting one person's strong desire and soothing another person's broken heart.
Lightning heralded my arrival, and the rainbow in the sky announced the end of my journey. Life is like this, starting at the foot of angry thunder and lightning, and then ending in the arms of peaceful death.
2. Imitate the song of clouds and the song of rain
We are the silver thread cast by God from heaven;
Nature caught us,
Use us to beautify the mountains and rivers.
We are dazzling pearls falling from the crown of the goddess Ashtar,
Our daughter took us this morning,
Scatter us around the world.
I cried
The mountains are laughing;
I fell,
Flowers hold their heads high.
Dark clouds and the earth are lovers,
I sympathize with them,
Deliver letters for them.
I got into it,
Dilute the strong desire of one of them,
Soothe other people's broken hearts.
Lightning heralds my arrival,
The rainbow in the sky declared the end of my journey.
Life is like this,
It started at the foot of angry lightning,
And then end in the arms of quiet death.
3. Imitate a Yun Ge and Ji Bolun's two Yun Ge. I am the daughter of the sea and the earth, and Mother Earth married me to the blue sky. The glittering and translucent water drops are my dowry from the father of the sea. In the morning, I turned into a veil-like mist, sending shining dew to Mother Earth and washing away the dirt on her green hair. At night, I turned naughty into cool dew and wiped the dust off my skin for my mother who had worked hard all day. In warm spring, I am my mother's air freshener. On a hot summer day, I helped my father send a summer shower to my mother and all her children. When the air is crisp in autumn, it is my saddest time. I snuggle with the blue sky, the sky is high and the clouds are light, which is the best interpretation of our love. In winter, I am a beautiful catkin, floating down from the air like a drunk, and rushing to the warm embrace of my parents with deep affection. I hope that after winter, I can become more pure and flawless beauty in spring again. Life is different. There are four seasons, but things are changeable. Spring rain, autumn frost, summer rain and winter snow are all my gorgeous dances and beautiful songs. This is my life, and I am willing to sing for everything I love over and over again.
4. Imitate the song of the cloud. Shrink if you want. If you want to make it wider, it will become narrower and narrower. It will be as narrow as a fan hanging from a transparent bead curtain. It will be as wide as the milky way burst, and the rain will rain showers. No one can build a high dam in the sky all year round. You are more precious than spring oil. In summer, you wake up with life and vitality, and you bring cool breath to people in the heat. In late autumn, you turn into frost flowers and kiss maple leaves. In winter in Jin Ju, you are as white as jade, so that everything is covered with silver and dirt is cleaned up. You can do anything you like. You can become a bather to take care of the buds. If you want to become a cloud, you can follow the moon to the ends of the earth. Then, you can become crystal white snow and fly to the world. No one will use countless strategies.
5. The example of how to write Song of the Clouds is as follows (excerpts from extracurricular activities): I am a flying rosy cloud, and the weaver girl accidentally threw me into the mortal world, so Shan Ye Plain took me as their newly-dressed lace.
I am a sad tear, falling from the lonely beauty's eyes in Guanghan Palace, so the cold night wind took me over the mountains and shed a beautiful dream like Chang 'e. I fought against the hard rock with my weak body, and he tore my skin mercilessly, while the storm smiled coldly. I withered, the seeds of life were stored in the soil, but I was full of vitality, looking at the vast world with burning eyes.
When the beautiful butterfly's lips brushed my cheek for the first time, the sweet world made me sing; When the last storm left me black and blue, when I carefully brought back the last sunshine. Finally, my beautiful cheeks began to wrinkle and dark yellow, and my straight torso began to curl; I stroked my scar and smelled the fragrance of the sun.
The same is true of life: it begins with longing and ends with silent memories. No one knows where I came from, even after I disappeared.
The blue sky vaguely remembers my graceful dancing with the green grass and singing with the clouds. When no one is around, I silently count my sorrows and scatter them on the grass tips, waiting for the morning wind to take them away.
I am a poem of the earth, a whisper of the night and a dance of the sun. What a cool life this is: this is a poem of the land of life, a painful whisper at night, and a dance of successful sunshine.
6. How to write the song of the cloud: the song of the cloud (extracurricular excerpt)
I am a piece of gauze as thin as a cicada's wing. God spread me to the world, so the four seasons took me to make new clothes for nature.
I was a stream of thoughts from Athena, so people took me away and added vitality to the world.
I am happy and make people feel comfortable; I roared, people were afraid, and people were at a loss.
Dandelion and the earth are lovers, and I am a homing pigeon that conveys love between them: this one is extremely hot in his heart, and I will handle it; I'm going to comfort that upset man.
My roar is a precursor to the coming storm; The stillness of the tree symbolizes my departure. This is the fate of the world: I was born in all things and left silently.
I flew over the grassland, and the boundless grass in Qian Qian bowed to me. As soon as I saw the injustice, I roared, punished those restless people and the perpetrators, and made them apologize to me.
In the silence, I touched my wounded hearts with gentle hands and comforted them.
I am the aura of heaven and earth, the essence of all things and the masterpiece of nature. This is so similar to love: it is the aura of heaven and earth, the essence of everything and the masterpiece of nature.
7. Imitate Ji Bolun's Song of the Waves. Write a prose poem with Song of the Clouds as the main theme. Imitate Ji Bolun's Song of the Waves and Song of the Clouds. I am Tian Yun's lover. Love brings us close to each other, but air separates us. I came here with the vast blue sky, blending my silvery white waves with the clouds paved by Jinsha. I want to cool its heart with my body fluids. Don't be so enthusiastic. In the morning, I make the sound of the sea in my lover's ear. At night, I sang a prayer of love, so he kissed me.
I am stubborn by nature and impatient; My wife is very patient, very patient. When the tide came, I hugged him; When the tide receded, I fell at his feet.
How many times have I danced around mermaids when they emerged from the bottom of the sea and sat on the rocks enjoying the starry sky? How many times have I danced around them? When a lover confided to a beautiful girl that he was suffering from love, I sighed with him and helped him to confide his feelings. How many times have I had a drink at the same table with the reef? It didn't move. He laughed and laughed. It didn't laugh. How many bodies have I rescued from the sea and kept them alive? How many pearls have I stolen from the bottom of the sea as gifts for beautiful women? At night, everyone is still sleeping, but I can't sleep all night, singing and sighing, and I look haggard. But I'm in love, and my love temper doesn't like sleeping. This is my life, this is my life's work. Carlyle Ji Bolun is an American Lebanese Arab poet, writer and painter. Known as "artistic genius" and "proud son of Lebanese literature", he is the main founder of modern Arab novels, art and prose, and one of the pioneers of Arab new literature in the 20th century.
His main works contain rich sociality and oriental spirit, aiming at expressing rich emotions. Prose and poetry anthology The Prophet (considered as his masterpiece), Tears and Laughter, The Storm, Pioneer, Sand and Foam, Jesus, The Son of Man, The Garden of the Prophet, The Wanderer and songs (including Song of Beauty, Song of the Waves and Song of Rain)
8. The next day, I wrote "Song of Rain" in 600 words to imitate "Song of Rain".
I am a drop of rain, a drop of rain on the cloud, a drop of rain about to fall to the ground. People call me hope, and I call myself a child of heaven and a sister of the cloud. My life is short, falling with a gust of wind or thunder, falling into the water, falling into the ground, falling into the crops. I don't know where I'm going. Follow: follow. Where to leave and where to go. More refers to what direction to choose on major issues. ]……
Finally, I feel like falling, looking at the earth, thinking about my home, and looking back at other sisters, they are all like me! We shouted, we sang, we hugged for the last time, and we got together to think about the next moment.
The earth is full of laughter and green. I know it's spring! Seeing our arrival, everyone cheered like a sparrow. Describe a very happy scene. 】, because they know that we are coming, spring is coming!
With people singing, I felt many sisters fell to the ground, and I watched them find their home. But I don't want to end this journey yet, because I want to go to a place I want in my heart. I don't know where that place is, but I will definitely find it. So, I begged Uncle Feng: Don't let me stop.
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I don't know how long it has been, and I don't know how far it has gone. Suddenly, I saw the snow that hasn't melted yet. It is so white, so dazzling, so beautiful, so special, but I don't want to stop, because I don't belong there.
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Probably walked for a long time, probably walked a long way! I saw blue, so nostalgic. I think it is the sea! Suddenly, I heard someone calling me, so familiar. oh
As I remember, she was my sister. She said to me, "Stay with me! The sea is beautiful and wide, and we can be together and grow old together! " I shook my head because the sea didn't seem to be the place I longed for.
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I walked through hot deserts and muddy roads and flew over the snow. The white snow is dazzling with silver light. ] Mountains ... Although I am very tired, I can't stop because I haven't reached my destination yet.
Suddenly, I saw many people, to be exact, many dead people, and I also saw the thirsty road below them. Maybe it hasn't rained for a long time! Suddenly, I saw crying. Wait: wait; Feed: feed. When you are hungry, you are eager to eat. Describe the tragic scene of hunger. 】' s little life is crying because of thirst. His mother, an ordinary and great person, is using her own blood for her child, but the child is dying. There is only one breath left. Describe dying. At this moment, I rushed into the child's mouth, hoping to save a small life with myself. Because of the child's temperature, I feel my whole body melted. At that moment, I understood that the meaning of life is not eternity, but whether it is worthy of my heart. Thinking of this, I closed my eyes …