Although I don't know much about lotus, I sincerely praise lotus seeds. Because lotus seeds have strong vitality, even if they sleep for thousands of years, they will blossom and bear fruit and their leaves will be green and red as long as there is suitable soil and water.
Where there is water, there are many lotus flowers. In midsummer, the branches and green stems of lotus flowers stand on the mirror-like water with their noble and straight posture; For example, on the green leaves of umbrellas, lotus flowers, such as snowballs and rouge, suddenly appeared. It's a strange pink with pink in white and red in pink. Flowers in bud always have a feeling of shame, which makes people happy when they see them.
Where there are lotus flowers, there must be lotus seeds. Just like the lotus flower will bloom when it is in bloom, and the lotus seed will grow and mature when it withers, which can be described as a blooming lotus flower. At this time, the lotus seeds are unpretentious and modest, tightly attached to the hard black shell, protecting the thick green lotus seeds to be sent.
In the season of "the trees grow dark in summer and the balcony reflects the pond", it is also the most prosperous day for lotus flowers. Yang Wanli, a poet who was good at singing lotus flowers in the Southern Song Dynasty, saw: "Lotus flowers are still hot at dusk, and their faces are covered with blue umbrellas"; However, Zhu Yizun of the A Qing Dynasty saw the opposite view: "A few cold rains turned white leaves, and a pearl jumped green." .
In any case, lotus gives poets more thoughts than it does as a plant itself; Otherwise, how can anyone regard it as a symbol of elegance and purity? !
In the pond, the quiet water is covered with green lotus leaves, like dense jade umbrellas, tightly covering the water. The green lotus leaves are covered with dew, and the morning breeze brings a faint lotus fragrance. The wind blows like layers of green waves, like pieces of jade.
Soon after, the buds emerged from the mud. Look at the budding buds, some standing proudly on the branches, some hiding under the leaves. They all wait patiently for the nourishment of roots and the cultivation of leaves, always looking forward to the day when they succeed.
Blooming, green lotus leaves, graceful, tender and condensed beads, fragrant lotus flowers, like a shy girl, blushing and smiling slightly, reminiscent of: the next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely bright, and the lotus flowers reflect sunlight in different colors.
This flower has withered. Do you think what she left is just a memory in people's minds? No, she left a lotus leaf.
You see, the lotus flower is like a small bowl filled with rare things. The wind shook it gently, and it seemed to show off proudly.
Lotus is not as elegant as peony, nor as fragrant as plum blossom, nor as delicate as orchid. However, in obscurity, she scattered incense for the heat and sent silk to cool.
I love the lotus and her pavilion.
2. Write a lyric article about the scenery. The scenery here is unique. I stopped to see the beautiful scenery here. Inadvertently looking up at the starry sky, you can't help but stop. Because the scenery is really charming, it keeps me here with eyes that can generate electricity. I was shocked at once, because I had never seen such a lively and energetic beauty. Its beauty is intoxicating, fascinating and amazing!
Gradually, gradually, the night came and the intoxicating starry sky appeared in my mind. The beautiful and charming scenery deeply attracted me: my sight, my heart and my thoughts ... were immersed in this indescribable "starry map", and I fell into this inexplicable feeling and could not extricate myself. The poetic full moon hangs in the starry sky, like a piece of ice in the water, spilling coolness all over the floor. The bright moonlight shines on my eyes, face and body. The moon is like a shy girl, hiding in the clouds for a while, lifting the veil for a while, revealing a charming face, and the whole world is immersed in the dreamy silver gray by moonlight. Stars are like groups of fireflies, big and small, bright and dark. The night sky is like dark blue velvet, dotted with stars, big and small, shining like diamonds. Look, that white star appears in the sky, just like a candle held carefully by someone. Look, the big dipper in the distance is so cute. A huge spoon appeared in the sky above the north, pointing to the bright star, that is the North Star. Look, Altair and Vega are far apart, shining with extraordinary splendour and dazzling light. And those unknown little stars in the sky are full of feelings, like naughty children, staring at the world with childlike persistence, as if telling a beautiful and moving myth with their bright eyes.
Looking up at the starry sky is really, really beautiful; It's really, really complicated to look at the stars up close. ..... a heart, thinking about life; One favor, come back to life. From a distance, it will be very clear, but from a close distance, it also has defects. The evening breeze blows people, and when you look far away, you think of crystal stars. I grew up far and near. ...
3.200 words lyrical composition about scenery. When the familiar and cheerful birdsong behind the green leaves rang on time, I said to myself happily, "It's another sunny day, and lovely birds are singing. It's time for me to strive for a new day! " Therefore, on this day, I have an open-minded mood. I smile at everyone I meet, do everything I should do happily, and accept the good or bad results brought by all excellent events optimistically. The reason why I can face life so calmly is because the singing of lovely birds every morning gives me infinite inspiration and encouragement. Yes, birds feel the gift of nature with their own understanding. Just because of the bright sunshine. It is satisfied with the joy brought by bright green leaves and the home given to it by big trees. In order to thank the selfless gift of nature, birds express their admiration for nature with euphemistic and loud songs every morning, and I also listened to this song attentively and gained spiritual wealth from it. Rain Man: Suddenly, one morning, a storm hit the earth unscrupulously. I'm worried. Can birds still sing today? I can't hear the familiar song in the wind and rain, but I can't hear anything except the sound of rain. On this day, my mood is very low. You see, poor bird, you sing tirelessly for nature every day, but when it wants to lose its temper, it ignores you at all. However, when the rain gradually decreased and the sun peeped out from behind the dark clouds, I was amazed! The brisk voice in my ear rang again, more cheerful and warm than the morning songs in the past. I am puzzled, shocked, sighing and ashamed. Standing under the tree, my heart melted into the sound of nature. Feel the nature and love yourself. I hope that the infinitely wonderful nature will always be enjoyed by mankind.
4. A lyric prose of about 200 words. I woke up in the morning Oh, it is raining. With an excited heart, I pulled a towel over my shoulder and just lay in front of the window, laughing and listening to the song, dance and language of the rain. ...
The soft rain is as fine as a white sand. As the wind blows, it floats. Staring out of the window, I really have an impulse to cut a piece with scissors.
I was suddenly distracted by the crackling sound. Oh, I saw the white sand cloth, and now it reminds me of the sun as poisonous as a rain column. Rain is always so charming. Such pungent rain must hurt you. However, the way it landed was really beautiful-the little fairies who danced ballet came out of the ground one after another, jumping to the ground and turning into a pool of gentle water.
The thunderous rainstorm gradually weakened its roaring voice and became a crooning voice. This kind of humming seems to tell a love story a long time ago in the misty rain of the West Lake. It was the rain that made him meet and fall in love with her, and it was also the rain that made them start the tragic fate of separating from Leifeng Tower after the water poured into Jinshan. I think, holding my face, why is it that earth-shattering love often rains? It seems that laughter in the sun really has no ability to make people cry.
Wind chases rain, rain chases wind, and then wind and rain unite to chase the dark clouds in the sky, and the whole world is raining.
The rain is getting smaller again. I like to see weaker raindrops. Finally, I simply put on my shoes, and under the care of the saint, I walked out of the door gently, raised my head and raised my hand, waiting for the rain to fall on my body. The mountains near and far have become so green, and the trees near have become so green. The freshness of the air after the rain made me feel comfortable all over. Meditation in a rainy lane is poetic and humid. ...
Look, the leaves are still dripping with rain beads, as if it were the aftertaste of a rain. Ding dong ding dong-
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5. Lyric composition describes an emotion in about 200 words. Looking at his fading back, my eyes began to wet. Tears welled up in my eyes with excitement. Is it too bitter? Life makes his tall and straight body more and more wobbly. The fast-paced life has left him at a loss, stumbling and gradually falling to the bottom of society, struggling to survive. Stupid, isn't it? Hit the wall countless times, but he still insisted. After every failure, he secretly encouraged: "I will succeed next time." But the result is often counterproductive ... is it too distressing? At home, although physically and mentally exhausted, he still smiles in front of his son who lives above the stars. He only hopes that a sunny smile can evoke his son's eyes and make him less cold and lonely. When he returned to his room, he closed the door and cried, trembling shoulders and unimaginable pain spread in the dark room.
6. The 200-word practice pen that expresses one's mind directly is colorful and gives the world color: life is so colorful and gives life vitality; Life is so colorful that it gives the world a dream.
I once read such a report: "An ordinary man with a broken leg climbed the Five Mountains step by step with his own singing voice. He is a wandering singer-Chen Zhou. The reason why he can beat himself or even others to climb the towering mountain is because his inner desire to answer questions overcomes his shortcomings. He didn't complain why the mountain was so high and why he lost his legs so unfortunately. He still sings and plays in a low voice. Maybe life is a boring ballad, but just adding a few notes can make it rhythmic; Maybe life is an unattainable ladder, but you can reach it as long as you take bold steps; Maybe life is an island far from the mainland, but as long as you paddle hard, you can see hope.
Sometimes the song I am humming is not because the melody is good, but because the lyrics are written like myself. Life is like a song, with beating notes; Life is like a song, composing a beautiful melody; Life is like a song, playing its own March.
Everyone has his own music, high and low, up and down, even if there is a trough, even if there is a * * *, it will end with rhythmic notes. It depends on how you write it.
7. The bleak autumn wind shows that lyrical metaphors can be described in less than 200 words. The bleak autumn wind is now, and we have become bigger in recent years.
Say what good place? Let's talk about what's in front of our xx school! This road used to be narrow and small, with low bungalows on both sides. Due to years of disrepair, the road surface is pitted, and it is no exaggeration to say that it is a bit "high mountain and deep road".
In addition, there are almost no sidewalks on both sides of the road, motor vehicles, bicycles and pedestrians are crowded together, and roads are often blocked, which is very harmful to students rushing to school. If it is rainy, it is really "after the rain clears up", and pedestrians are miserable.
If it rains less, but your feet are covered with more mud; If it rains a little harder, this road will become "Liangshan, Shui Bo" and Wang Yang will never be seen again. How can people eat such "porridge" On both sides of the road, there are "highlands" half a foot wide against the wall. In fact, it is a wall foundation, and pedestrians have to queue up to pass through the highlands on both sides in turn.
The highlands are uneven, and many places lean to the roadside. Pedestrians seem to be lame, with one leg long and the other short. At this time, if a car happens to pass by, the spray will overflow the highland, and pedestrians will have to stand on tiptoe against the wall to prevent their shoes from getting wet by the rain.
The short road of 100 meters has two bends, which brings a lot of trouble to road traffic. It is really "the road is difficult to pass, and it is difficult to go to the sky." "Things change, a few degrees in autumn."
Now, spacious roads have replaced muddy paths, dilapidated adobe houses have become wide sidewalks, and beautiful tall buildings stand on both sides of the road. The road is twice as wide as before, covered with smooth black asphalt.
The sidewalk has also been widened and covered with colored tiles, which is called "hard coverage". The low bungalows on both sides of the road are gone, or the gardens are planned, which is "soft coverage", or tall buildings are built.
The road straightens, the curve disappears, the road is clear, and pedestrians are happy. Don't worry about rain anymore. Rainwater flows into the sewer from the roadside, and there is no more water on the road.
Walking on the wet sidewalk and looking at the tiles washed clean by the rain, I was filled with joy. I used to be afraid of rain, but now I hope it will rain. Walking on the clean and spacious sidewalk feels great.
The changes in my hometown are not only these, but also the square, which is now decorated like a fairyland with colorful lights and fountains by hardworking people and has become a good place for people to relax and entertain. How's it going? Has my hometown changed a lot? "Knowledge changes fate and knowledge creates wealth". I believe that as long as we study hard, we will definitely make our hometown more beautiful in the future.
These characters are gone, a few heroes who can make contributions, look at today's people.
Write a 200-word composition "sasha vujacic, sasha vujacic" and describe the scenery. It's raining outside the window. I unconsciously put down my pen and squatted on the windowsill to enjoy the rain outside the window.
I saw the autumn rain outside the window as thin as a silver needle and transparent. After a while, the sound of rain grew louder and louder. "Sand, sand, sand", the continuous autumn rain fell on the fallen leaves full of stone steps and made strange music. The whole stone steps seem to have become a natural orchestra, playing the beautiful music of nature.
I was fascinated by this music. Listening to the sound of fallen leaves being hit by raindrops, I felt more melodious and rhythmic than sand balls. After a while, the rain changed again. "Ding-dong, Ding-dong, Ding-dong" seems to be a light and lively piece of music. The continuous autumn rain slowly fell to the ground, splashing water droplets the size of sugar balls in puddles, so I thought, maybe this autumn rain is sweet? The big trees next to the house were washed clean by the rain, and the green color and crystal rain hung on their leaves, which looked so beautiful.
The road from car to car was also washed clean by rain. The car passed by it, splashing like a piece of ground glass. It kept raining, and transparent bead curtains were woven outside the window.
In the street, people are walking around like flowers with colorful umbrellas. The rain made the city more beautiful. I walked slowly in the yard, savoring the beauty of autumn rain and breathing the fresh air brought by autumn rain.
Suddenly, a beautiful scenery caught my eye. Ah, it's New Zealand grass, which is green all year round. You see, emerald New Zealand grass seems to shed thick grass juice when touched lightly. Let me take a closer look, oh! The grass is hung with crystal dew.
It shines in the soft sunshine, just like a diamond, which makes the "green jade" more dazzling and beautiful. Suddenly, there was a clear birdsong behind him. When I looked back, it was a lovely Chinese Pulsatilla, and its black and white feathers made it feel a little free and easy.
I was a little surprised and thought: are you inspired by nature and playing with nature? "Don't run, brother." I saw a pair of twins chasing and playing in the hazy drizzle, and carefree laughter welled up in my heart.
I suddenly thought, am I not a Chinese Pulsatilla who came downstairs inspired by nature? Thinking of this, I raised my face and let the cold raindrops slide across my cheeks and flow into my neck. Suddenly, I seem to hear a small raindrop falling from my ear saying to me, "Listen to the sound of raindrops with your heart, and you will listen to the beauty of nature with your heart."
I laughed loudly, which spread far and far in the autumn rain ... I looked around again, it was like a fire, a red rose moistened by rain; Like jade, it is New Zealand grass bathed in rain; Like a silver bell, it is the crisp and loud cry of Chinese Pulsatilla; Percussion, like percussion, is the wonderful harmony of raindrops hitting fallen leaves; Like a picture scroll, this is a beautiful nature ... Looking at it, I can't help but show a sweet smile on my lips. I can't help chanting: the Chinese rose is in bloom, and I am ashamed and suspicious of spring. White-headed birds are singing in the branches, and the phoenix trees in autumn rain are natural.
9. A wonderful 200-word composition, with lyrical scenery, is as thin as a crescent moon and moves slowly in the clouds. Occasionally, a few rays of silvery white light are projected from the clouds, jumping on the water and disappearing. The clouds move slowly, and the long-swallowed full moon suddenly jumps out, like a golden plate just baked. It is brilliant and dazzling, shining brightly on the whole earth like a white cloud, covering the moon. The moon immediately released the light of Bai Yunbian and formed a bright halo around it. Halo supports the white clouds on the moon's face and flows lightly through the quiet night around me.
The beauty in the sky belongs to the moon. Happy you and me, troubled you and me, are not all illuminated by the moon? It's not hot and dazzling sunshine, it's not a little star with almost no light, but a soft, clear and bright moon, which seems to have some sacred feeling.
Silver trees, silver flowers and silver grass are all given by moonlight. The moon, as philosophical as a Buddha, as lovely as a baby, as crystal clear as dew and as bright as a lamp, is the autumn moon. It looks so cold, so cold that people can't feel its tenderness in the past, but it is so pleasing.
The moon is endowed by nature to human beings, and it seems to add another scenery to accompany people on lonely nights. Some people think that the moon is a spiritual sustenance. Looking at the moon, it seems that I am telling my heart to the moon.
And some people despise the moon and think it's nothing. The moon, as its name implies, is very bright.
It is bright because of the story of Chang 'e and Hou Yi, and it is bright because it symbolizes reunion. The unique and unusual brightness sometimes makes people feel bright and desolate, and sometimes makes people feel amiable. In a word, the moon is unusual! Looking at the moon, I seem to feel something again. .