Prose 1 "Several early warblers compete for warm trees, and their new swallows peck at spring mud. Flowers are more and more attractive, and shallow grass can be without horseshoes. " This is Bai Juyi's idea of spring.
Su Shi was a famous litterateur in China in the Song Dynasty, and one of the figures who influenced the ancient literature of China. Su Shi dares to express his inner thoughts and has a straightforward personality, which makes Su Shi often persecuted. Frustrated Su Shi wrote a masterpiece-Huanxisha. It's spring, and everything is full of vitality and hope. I really can't help feeling, "Who knows if there are any fewer children? The connection between "the flowing water in front of the door can still flow westward" and spring!
Yes, spring is full of hope. Once, the swallow in spring told me that I would refuel and be strong, and the winter jasmine told me that she would support me.
"I began to hate the teacher in charge. He is so bad that he moved my seat to the back. There are no more students who don't study. In class, many people talk in the back, which distracts me. Although' the lotus leaves the mud but is not stained, it is clear and not demon'. But I'm not rachel. I can't do it. "I often tell other students like this.
I have reflected this problem to the class teacher many times, but the class teacher broke my heart every time. Indeed, my self-esteem has been greatly hurt and it has been razed to the ground. I want to cry, but I'm afraid; I want to be crazy, but I can't; I want to talk to my bosom friend, but I'm afraid he will call me weak. I am really depressed these days.
When I got home on Friday, I told my mother about it. Mother said to call the head teacher, and I don't know why, so I said rudely to my mother, "No!" " "May be don't want to let the teacher in charge think I am weak.
There was a spring rain that night. It was really "sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently!"
In the morning, I breathe fresh air, and the whole world stands out after the baptism of rain. Ah! I haven't felt this relaxed for a long time. Swallows came and twittered, as if to say to me, "Come on, don't give up." Yingchun seems to be nodding to encourage me. Suddenly I remembered a sentence, "Flowers that grow in adversity are more fragrant."
The feeling of spring is so wonderful. In my mind, spring is full of hope, lively and cheerful! Maybe I should treat life with a new look, just like spring. How many winters have passed, and it still returns with a beautiful posture.
I like that autumn has passed and winter has come. I cringed and ran into the school. My body is very cold. Suddenly, several birds flew overhead. I smell their happiness. I'm not that cold.
It is very cold in winter. To tell the truth, I don't like winter because it takes away the green life. I walk to school against the north wind. A middle-aged man passed by me, and I tasted the pleasure of riding the wind. But as soon as he turned around, he stopped hugging, and I had it. When I arrive at my destination and come back victorious, I will also be rewarded. Winter is fair, and I don't hate winter that much.
It's snowing, the ground is covered with heavy snow, and there is a hidden crisis on the ground. If you are not careful, you will slip. A child ran happily in front of me, leaving footprints in the snow. I walked on in his footsteps. He is brave and not afraid of crisis. Winter will not leave a trap for the brave. I try to learn from that child, try to be a brave person and try to run happily. Winter is kind and cruel, and will get through it. I'm beginning to like winter a little.
Winter silently tests life, and winter exercises strength and courage. If there is no winter, life will be smooth sailing, and life will be tasteless and dull. Only the strong can survive in this world, and the weak will be eliminated. Winter is a strict teacher. When you can't stand setbacks, failures and exercises, it will cross you off without hesitation. Winter is kind and fair. When you eat, drink and be merry in spring, summer and autumn, don't forget that winter will test you.
Ah! In winter, how strong and unyielding you are, how kind and fair you are, I love winter, and I love your spirit of testing life! "Without a little chill, where does the plum blossom fragrance come from?" Winter makes the weak escape and makes the strong stronger. The author wrote the test of winter to people, and realized the value of life from the test. Combine the feelings of seasons and life to make the article more profound. "If there is no winter, life will be dull and boring."
A cool breeze blows, making people feel the footsteps of autumn. Shan Ye is stained with gold, which is the color of autumn. The water in the stream is still so cheerful, but at the moment the stream is unusually clear and the grass is still so green. The willows on the shore lost their elegant breath in the autumn wind and began to shed their leaves. One piece, two pieces, three or five pieces, withered willow leaves fluttering, never forgetting to show their dynamic beauty in the falling, swinging down in the stream and swaying into the distance.
Autumn mornings are particularly quiet and chilly. Willow has completely taken off its golden coat, leaving only wicker swaying in the wind. People who do morning exercises and passers-by who are in a hurry no longer cast admiring eyes on it, nor do they watch it recite the poem "Jasper makeup tree, thousands of strands of moss tapestry hanging down". It stands quietly, no longer so conspicuous, the beauty of the past is eclipsed, and life seems to be still.
As winter approaches, willows stand upright with vigorous branches in the cold wind, and wicker floats powerfully in the cold wind. Snowflakes are falling, and overnight, the earth is covered with jade, as if entering a fairy tale world. Glittering snow covered with wicker, hairy, heavy, sparkling, reflecting colorful light in the sun. "How beautiful!" "Take a picture here." The surrounding area suddenly became lively, with people exclaiming and children laughing. People cast envious eyes on it. Willow without leaves gives people another unique aesthetic feeling.
Bare willows do not mean that life is frozen. It met with frost and overcame the cold. Its roots are constantly growing and absorbing underground, accumulating nutrients and gestating life. I know that in the spring of next year, it will show people the power of life with vigorous vitality and offer people more beautiful scenery.
Willow without leaves, your beauty is resolute, your beauty is deep!
My hometown is in Jiangxi, although it is not as warm as Xiamen; Not as impressive as Huangguoshu Waterfall; Not as good as the colored paintings in Mogao Grottoes. But I love it. I love its charming autumn scenery.
When the cool breeze blows, the yellow leaves flutter, and the harvest autumn comes. You see, the rice is ripe and looks like a golden ocean from a distance; The corn is holding a red tassel, and the apple is covered with a red cotton-padded jacket, smiling. Cricket is singing a beautiful song in the talent pool, and the little butterfly dances with the song. Round persimmons, some hide in high places, some hide in low places, and some show their small heads from the dense leaves. Looking further away, maple leaves are like fire all over the mountain. A gust of wind blows, and sometimes a few palm-sized leaves fly down. Is that a bird dancing?
My favorite is autumn rain, which is not as unrestrained as summer rain and full of vitality as spring rain. She is very gentle. You see, there is cool rain in the air, which is really different. She fell down gently, making only a little rustling. The rain drifted obliquely, covering the sky like a hazy gauze. A drop of water falls on trees and the earth, so transparent and shining, like crystal, beautiful jade, broken silver and diamonds, as if decorated with jewels.
Ah! Autumn in my hometown is so beautiful, I love it!
Looking forward to, looking forward to, Grandpa Dong left, and Miss Chun came quietly, with light steps.
She woke up the river, the ice on the river melted, and the clear river flowed out. Spring breeze blows the clear river, and the river bursts with tiny waves, making a tinkling sound, like singing and dancing beautifully for Miss Chun.
She woke up the grass, and the grass came out, a cluster here and a cluster there, a little green and yellow, just like a group of naughty boys, squeezing their lovely heads.
She woke up the young tree, and the young tree immediately pulled out new branches and grew green leaves, as if covered with green spring clothes.
She woke up the flowers, and all kinds of flowers were in bloom, including purple azaleas, red azaleas, yellow primroses, pink roses and unknown wild flowers. The fragrance of flowers also attracts many bees, butterflies and beautiful flowers. With these elves, it will be more lively.
She reminded the swallow to come to the Spring Festival. Swallows are covered with shiny black feathers, spread a pair of handsome and light wings, and fly sideways in the sky like scissors.
When everything woke up, Miss Chun smiled with satisfaction.
Ah! Spring, poetic spring, vibrant spring, you make the earth look brand-new; You add a lot of spring scenery to the earth; You bring us happiness and hope. I love you, Spring!
It has been raining for six days, which is quite in line with my mood now. Looking from a distance, a big green umbrella caught my eye. Whenever I am unhappy, I will come here, sit quietly next to it and look at it-the beautiful big banyan tree.
I looked up and felt how lush it was, and how it covered the sky. I saw its thick branches winding in all directions, posing in various postures like a dragon. There are many thick beards on the branches, and a gust of wind blows like a little girl's braid, swaying slightly.
From time to time, a few birds fly by, stop on the branches, jump from here to there, and show off their beautiful voices: "Goo goo-goo goo-!" Music rustling leaves. Listening, my impetuous mood suddenly calmed down. I listened quietly to the chirping of birds and thought: What wonderful music it is, it is simply unique music. I can't help humming along with the little musician. Suddenly, the birds intoxicated with the music seemed to hear my voice, so they quickly flapped their wings and flew away.
The small leaves of the big banyan tree are green, and the leaves are covered with veins, and the green is about to drip. I saw a leaf next to me, like an emerald umbrella, sheltering me from the wind and rain. Look carefully, a lovely dewdrop is rolling on the leaves. Like a lovely baby, gently lying in the comfortable cradle of green leaves, so cute and cute! Under the banyan tree, there are many unknown flowers and plants, which are colorful and add some vitality to the banyan tree. Looking at these beautiful scenes in front of me, my mood can't help but cheer up.
The big banyan tree is not only green but also beautiful. Remember in spring, you sheltered us from the wind and rain; In summer, you keep out the sun for us; In autumn, you play with us; In winter, you are still tall and straight. Think about it, your dedication and tolerant heart make me want to touch the scar left by a naughty child.
It seems that the rain has stopped. I understand the inspiration you gave me.
I like the sea, but I have never been there, but I can imagine the beauty of going to sea from many words. Let me introduce what I read in the article and what I imagined!
Under the reflection of blue sky sunlight, the sea has become a sea of many colors, including blue, pink, bright red, cyan, green, black and so on.
The endless sea and rolling waves are so elegant and beautiful. Just like a pianist playing a beautiful piece of music. After playing this wonderful music, the sea spread a soft blanket on the biological door like a mother, so that the creatures in the sea can also spread a soft blanket and let the creatures in the sea sleep peacefully.
Then, the foam from the sea appeared on the beach, which may be the sea brushing its teeth. Shells on the beach should also be particularly beautiful. After a while, a seagull flew freely in the sky, only heard seagulls calling, and wanted to say to the sea, "You are patting the beach like a child playing." Grandpa Sun has been tired all day, so it's time to change the moon. "
Listen carefully! The sound of the waves on the shore, the sound of seagulls and the sound of children's play are arranged and played into a song, which is very nice.
I love the sea, I love the vastness of the sea, and I love its beauty, because the position of the sea in my heart is incomparable to the general scenery. Sea, I am eager to be friends with you, and I am eager to meet you.
Autumn rain, a fresh and lively name; Autumn rain, a name that belongs to me! Sometimes, like a shy little girl, I shed a few pearls of rain; Sometimes, like an elegant lady, let countless rain veils dance and fall leisurely; Sometimes, like a naughty boy, he waves raindrops as big as beans, slaps rocks, grass and branches under his feet, and plays a cheerful Qiu Ge with them.
I came quietly, suddenly with a hint of coolness of autumn wind and a ray of light clouds. I am the first messenger of autumn. I don't invite bands or partners. I only use my unique voice to welcome the beautiful autumn.
Sand, sand, just like Yue Xian falling from the sky, the beautiful rhythm is played by light rain, song after song, paragraph after paragraph, as if never tired of music. The beautiful melody is composed of crystal raindrops, each raindrop is a note, and it comes to this world with fantastic colors. Sarah, Sarah, I sing happily and dance heartily. Those raindrops fall into the world and make a clear sound.
I landed on the red maple leaf, and those red palms waved their hands well, thanking me for bringing them cool rain and dew! I fell into the vast field, and the golden rice bent down, thanking me for bringing him the news of autumn. You see, sorghum holds its head high, just like a soldier in autumn. Look, I hit him in the body, but he is still straight and full of energy! I fell into the fragrant osmanthus forest of ten miles. The refreshing osmanthus has attracted many tourists to watch. Pale yellow flowers are hidden in the dense trees, as if playing hide-and-seek with me. I fell into the fruitful orchard, and the red apple girl and the orange orange brother hung high on the branches like small lanterns; The bunch of purple grapes are sitting high on the rattan. They are dancers. When Xifeng blows, she dances! Looking up, there are rows of geese flying south, and they greet me happily.
I lie prone on the clouds and look down: Look, those colorful umbrellas are spreading in the rain, like blooming flowers, blooming flowers in the rain. You see: those children always scream with joy when they hold their umbrellas high and turn around to scatter raindrops. Look: raindrops fall into the pond and disturb the fish in the water. They ran away quickly, leaving only general ripples!
Feng held his breath and the dark clouds gradually dispersed. I'm going home! I see people breathing fresh air happily. Yes, I erased the heat of summer, leaving the freshness of autumn and bringing people the joy of harvest. How happy I am!
Dewdrops on the leaves are still dripping down, dripping into the puddles on the roadside: Ding-dong Ding-dong-this seems to be the aftertaste of autumn rain!
I have longed for the splendor of Mount Tai for a long time, and I often want to see it. The head of the Five Mountains is famous all over the world, and today I can finally get my wish. I wonder how majestic Mount Tai is.
Walking slowly towards Mount Tai, the surrounding air seems as dignified as the majestic momentum of Mount Tai. Grass also leaned forward, like a slave who obeyed his master, and did not dare to challenge its authority. Mount Tai stands tall in the land of the Tang Dynasty through dense fog and winding mountains. Look around, eyes full of indigo, no end in sight. It is like a blue dragon connected to the sky, winding and dancing under this dome. There are magical and beautiful scenery here.
Mount Tai is like a giant axe, splitting into the sky. Divide the north and south into two strange worlds: the south is sunny and the flowers are red and green; The north is dark and lifeless. It's really called "a mountain is different from the sky, and yin and yang are beautiful." Clouds closely surround Mount Tai, and the vast overlap cleanses people's hearts and makes them bold and open-minded.
The setting sun painted the sky with a greasy color and spread it like a net. Try to open your eyes wide, but see mountains, birds chirping and flapping their wings and flying back to their nests in the dusk. Faced with such scenery, people can't help but want to fly to the top of Mount Tai and lean over to browse the mountains and ridges.
I looked up at Mount Tai, unconvinced, and the returning birds seemed to laugh at me. They don't deserve it I will reach the top. Only by climbing the top of Mount Tai can we succeed and win applause. Only by conquering Mount Tai can we look down on all people and laugh at others.
I think, one day, I can stick to my beliefs and climb to the top. Even if I pay the price, I will not give up. I will climb where you think I can't reach. Then, my life reached its peak.
I am a little girl, weaving dreams in my heart, colorful and dazzling dreams. Today, I want to fly them in this beautiful scenery.
The water is gurgling, the mountains are surrounded and the leaves are colorful. Compared with the excitement of spring, this early autumn is a little quieter. Autumn wind blows, leaves roll up, just like butterflies, more like my dream finally flies. Looking up at the sky, there is only a touch of pale white on the blue sky, which gives people a clear and natural feeling and reduces a lot of confusion and confusion. This autumn, which is full of parting bitterness and homesickness in many literati's works, is a little more lovely in my eyes. Mature, unknown fruit hangs on the tree, just like I am one step closer to reality. I have longed to be a different person since I was a child. When I received the invitation letter from Sichuan Small Writers Association, I felt that I was one step closer to my dream of becoming a writer.
Walking on the stone steps of this mountain, the once flowers have been ruined, but no one has cleaned up the residual flowers. Only the autumn chrysanthemum blooms freely, outshining others, and its small body is dotted with a slightly desolate hillside, adding a few bright and lively colors to the hillside.
Xiao Ju, which was in full bloom in early autumn, missed the picturesque and vibrant spring and the lush summer when the hibiscus came out of the water, but after a spring and summer, it was confident enough to open in the autumn when the flowers faded and the leaves fell, to decorate this desolate autumn.
I would like to be a chrysanthemum in full bloom in autumn, embellishing this monotonous and desolate autumn. Let my petals fill my dreams, and let me have enough confidence to fly them!
1 1 The mountains are majestic and endless, hidden in the fog, with different shapes. Only the top of the mountain has no tail, which is quite crouching tiger, hidden dragon.
Water, soft and trickle, flows in the mountains, clear and transparent, with different shapes, from the top of the mountain to the end of the mountain, and finally flows into the sea.
Mountains, majestic, cliffs, towering trees stand in the mountains, approaching the cliffs, and it is scary. The cloud has also become the belt of the mountain, floating in the waist of the mountain, and the sky is blue without any flaws. The waterfall pours thousands of miles from the top of the mountain, flying down, and the clouds soar, hazy, like a ripple, as if behind the waterfall is a water curtain hole, where monkeys are playing. It's really "three thousands of feet flying over the eaves and walking over the wall, and it's suspected that the Milky Way has fallen for nine days".
Water is beautiful, a jungle path leads to different places, birds and flowers are fragrant, and trees and flowers are red on both sides of the path. Finally, I smelled all kinds of flowers, listened to the songs of birds, and watched the fallen leaves dance like dead butterflies and slowly fall into the dust. Walking in here is like stepping into a fairyland. Sit down on a stone by the stream, put your feet into the cold stream, bend down, brush your hands gently over the slowly flowing stream, occasionally swim over a few small fish and kiss your toes. Suddenly a pair of butterflies will fly by you and dance around you, just like butterfly lovers. At this time, you should calm down, close your eyes and listen carefully to the subtle sounds made by these lovely elves when their wings are stirred. You will feel that they are all spiritual.
The mountains set off the water, and the water lined the mountains. It's really "the fog locks Qian Shan with thousands of waters, and the sky is even the tail water"! The blue sky is like a piece of cloth without any stain, and the white clouds are like big white flowers embroidered on the cloth. Mountains, rivers, green trees and grass are all green. Flowers covered with dew in the morning, birds flying in the sky and fish playing in streams all add some vitality to the forest. The whole picture is like a writer thinking day and night and creating it. Looking from the bottom of the mountain to the top of the mountain, the hat on your head will fall off, making people feel that the mountain is going to collapse, and birds will sigh and can only fly at the waist of the mountain.
Baiyun stood on the top of the mountain and witnessed the vicissitudes of these thousands of years. I can't help but sigh: "How many times of rain washing and how many times of wind and rain baptism are needed to create such a wonderful scenery!" "This scene should only be in the sky, and it is rare to enjoy it on earth." This kind of scenery should only appear in heaven, or it is a kind of refined beauty.
I love you, evergreen cactus. In the sparsely populated tropical desert, it was so dry that even camels could not stay long, and a green plant grew. It is not afraid of the fierce exposure of the sun, standing upright on the dry land of yellow sand, and still standing upright after many sandstorms-it is a well-known cactus.
The drought in the desert is ruthless, but cactus is full of water, and its dark green coat adds color to the barren desert. Also like a person with rich connotations. Even though he suffered a lot and suffered a lot of grievances, he still kept his head down and worked hard silently.
Its chest is like an infinite desert, which can tolerate intolerable people in the world and unbearable things in the world. Sandstorms often blow in tropical deserts, covering the sky, flying sand and stones, and the wind is strong enough to blow people into the air and then fall back to the ground. But these can't hurt the cactus, because the cactus has a very solid foundation, buried deep in the ground, deeply rooted, and continues to look for more and more abundant water sources in deeper and wider places. In this way, just like a knowledgeable wise man, although he already has profound knowledge, he still explores deeper into knowledge and expects to gain more knowledge.
Although the sun is the source of energy for the growth of all things, it has become the chief culprit that makes life difficult to survive in the scorching desert. Unique cactus, it resists with sharp acupuncture and harsh environment, absorbs fierce sunlight and uses it. It is like a warrior, holding a spear and fighting against the ensuing adversity, striving for the final victory and survival and development. These characteristics of cactus are full of the glorious side of human nature. Can we, like cactus, bravely fight for our ideals, fight for survival and get out of adversity?