When all the flowers wither, only plum blossoms are full of vitality. Facing the snowflakes flying all over the sky, standing proudly in the cold wind. In the middle of winter, the ground is frozen, the weather is cold, and the plum blossoms in the snow are so beautiful. Stock trading is fragrant and refreshing.
White flowers are red, and the petals are smooth and transparent, carved like platinum or jasper, which is somewhat elegant. Some are as bright as the morning glow, some are as white as snow, and some are as green as jasper. Plum blossoms bloom sooner or later. On the same plum tree, you can see all kinds of flowers. Some shy, pink buds are fresh and lovely; Some just bloomed, and a few little bees got in and greedily sucked pollen; Some bloom for a long time, and the pink petals make people love; Plum blossoms, which used to be bustling, now have withered petals.
When the wind blows the flowers, don't worry that the petals will break. Plum blossoms are not delicate flowers. The colder the weather, the more snow, the more vitality and delicacy it will bloom. There is a saying in the ancients: "The sword front comes from sharpening, and the plum blossom fragrance comes from bitter cold." It is not the gentle spring breeze that blows it, but the cold wind; It is not the cool and sweet rain that moistens it, but the cold ice and snow; It is not the bright sunshine that shines on it, but a ray of setting sun in the cold. Only a challenging life is a good life. It was a proud fragrance in the cold, and she smiled more brightly in the face of fluttering snowflakes. It never competes with flowers for bright spring and never shows off its beauty. It has a pair of pride and is never arrogant. Every winter morning, a charming and elegant fragrance wafts from the window.
Outside the bridge, the plum blossoms are lonely, no matter what.
Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, exhausted, and has to withstand the wind and rain.
Plum blossoms don't want to compete for blooming, and the envy and rejection of flowers don't care.
Scattered into mud, ground into dust, only fragrance remains.
2. Write a 600-word composition by expressing emotions. I praise the proud snow of plum blossoms.
When all the flowers wither, only plum blossoms are full of vitality. Facing the snowflakes flying all over the sky, standing proudly in the cold wind.
In the middle of winter, the ground is frozen, the weather is cold, and the plum blossoms in the snow are so beautiful. Stock trading is fragrant and refreshing.
White flowers are red, and the petals are smooth and transparent, carved like platinum or jasper, which is somewhat elegant. Some are as bright as the morning glow, some are as white as snow, and some are as green as jasper.
Plum blossoms bloom sooner or later. On the same plum tree, you can see all kinds of flowers. Some shy, pink buds are fresh and lovely; Some just bloomed, and a few little bees got in and greedily sucked pollen; Some bloom for a long time, and the pink petals make people love; Plum blossoms, which used to be bustling, now have withered petals.
When the wind blows the flowers, don't worry that the petals will break. Plum blossoms are not delicate flowers. The colder the weather, the more snow, the more vitality and delicacy it will bloom. There is a saying in the ancients: "The sword front comes from sharpening, and the plum blossom fragrance comes from bitter cold."
It is not the gentle spring breeze that blows it, but the cold wind; It is not the cool and sweet rain that moistens it, but the cold ice and snow; It is not the bright sunshine that shines on it, but a ray of setting sun in the cold. Only a challenging life is a good life.
It was a proud fragrance in the cold, and she smiled more brightly in the face of fluttering snowflakes. It never competes with flowers for bright spring and never shows off its beauty. It has a pair of pride and is never arrogant.
Every winter morning, a charming and elegant fragrance wafts from the window. Outside the bridge, the plum blossoms are lonely, no matter what.
Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, exhausted, and has to withstand the wind and rain. Plum blossoms don't want to compete for blooming, and the envy and rejection of flowers don't care.
Even after autumn, when it is ground into dirt and turned into dust, plum blossoms still emit fragrance as usual.
I love my hometown, especially the mountains and water.
The faint mountains and clear water have been lingering in my mind and remain in my memory. The mountains in my hometown are famous for their strange stones.
As long as you climb the stairs, you will see thousands of stones with different postures on the mountain. Some of them cling to each other and like to whisper to each other. They look like shy girls and turn their heads to tourists. Others stand straight and look up, as if to scream at the sky and express their * * *; There are stones here and there, pointing to urchins playing games ... how interesting.
But I just like flowers and trees everywhere. Spring is full of flowers, competing for wonders; In summer, the beautiful trees are green, the ground is covered with shade, and the cool wind blows gently ... this is really a charming scenery.
I often go up mountains and wander among fruit trees in summer vacation. What a beautiful scenery it is! Banana trees are flourishing, bathed in sunshine, and green is about to drip. The most attractive thing is a bunch of bananas, which seem to be playing hide-and-seek with people, half covered and half covered, and the body is tightly leaning against the trunk. In pipa forest, it is another atmosphere. The towering trees around covered the hot summer days, and occasionally one or two residual lamps fell to the ground. The forest is extremely cold, the pipa is green, and you can't find it in the dim light.
The aura of mountains comes from water. There is a canal on the flat ground on the mountainside, and clear water flows all day. Small fish are occasionally seen in the canal. They all swim in the air. It is this water of life that has created Lingshan, nourished fertile flowers and trees, and nourished the hearts of hometown people.
I stood at the top of the mountain and looked into the distance: the fields were square and full of vitality, and I couldn't help but admire: "How spectacular, so many beautiful mountains and rivers attracted countless heroes." I sincerely praise the mountains and water in my hometown. I sing them.
Be an epiphyllum, only the fragrance remains the same. So far, I can't forget the surprise of seeing epiphyllum at first sight-the moonlight is like practice, the cool wind is like water, it opens its arms so lightly, and it is as otherworldly as an elf, without any distractions, which makes people suffocate.
But it's so short. The price paid for this beauty is that life is short, no tears, no hesitation, and it has disappeared, leaving people with only infinite sighs and memories.
Life should be like this; Beauty, you should. No matter how beautiful the flowers are, they will grow old day by day. On the contrary, they might as well be like epiphyllum. Life is short, but it will stay in the world forever, and never let any broken branches and leaves defile your innocence.
Epiphyllum is beautiful because it shows the ultimate beauty of life-the short-lived beauty that makes people soul-stirring and fall for it. From this, it can be thought that the beauty that really makes people tempted in the world is nothing more than a flash in the pan, but it is fixed in people's hearts for a short time-a cup of hot tea in the middle of the night, a pair of tenderness that moves tears, a fearlessness in the face of difficulties, a detachment from a high-rise building alone, a comfort in a desperate situation, a tear that moves the depths of love ... fixed in people's hearts.
Don't say that they are too short-lived, and don't say that they can't last long. They just obey their own inner strength, earn it from their hearts at the most appropriate time, and show it to the world with a clear eye and a little bit of arrogance and sadness. A touch of affection can prolong their lives for thousands of years-the best place in the world is the memory in people's hearts, and the beauty of living in people's memories does not exceed thousands of years? The body dies, but the spirit lives on.
Don't stop in the garden, because there are no unbeaten flowers; Don't indulge in realistic pleasures, because there is no inexhaustible wealth, and don't dream of immortality, because without spiritual support, it is just a walking corpse. It is better to be an epiphyllum, which floats away at the most beautiful time, leaving only a wisp of fragrant soul.
Be an epiphyllum, leaving your fragrant breath and your transcendental beauty-short life and extreme beauty. A case study of spiritual thinking in the creation of lyrics based on things: Wang Changling, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, said: "Seek things, enter the country with your heart, and God is in things, and you can learn from it."
In other words, experience comes from the inspiration of images in life, and the mind enters the material field, so as to write vivid and profound articles. How to make subjective feelings and objective things fit and blend, and let the soul and material environment vibrate harmoniously, the premise is to have emotional storage.
Everyone's heart is rich in emotional minerals. As long as there are suitable external conditions-opening a gap, emotions will erupt like oil.
It can be seen that the emotional explosion point is the intersection of things and gods. Therefore, the key to using lyric articles to enlighten people's thoughts lies in choosing what kind of things, what kind of scenery and what kind of angles can make the fiery feelings like magma come out, and truly "all scenery and words are love stories".
Specifically, there are three keys to writing lyric articles: first, if a scene is taken as a topic, students can take the initiative to find a complex to express their feelings-let them think about which direction and from which angle to write. Take "Changes in Hometown" as the topic of the composition.
The mountains, waters, trees, houses and streets in my hometown can be described as objects that can arouse the feelings of actors and profoundly reflect the great changes in my hometown. I don't want to cover everything, but I want to be profound and touching. Second, to describe the characteristics of scenery, we should "come from life, above life" and describe the image in a similar way, thus paving the way for lyricism.
For example, in Mao Dun's Praise of Poplar, it is written that the leaves of poplar are "piece by piece", which is a miraculous writing. Third, the extension of association should be natural and appropriate, consistent with the external characteristics of the scenery described, and should not be far-fetched and rambling.
The autumn wind suddenly rises, and the pool is full of slim lotus leaves. As rich as frost, with a kind of lotus flower that wants to say but is ashamed, it adds a tragic gloom. Tian Tian's skirt, like a jade carving, was taken away by the running water of time and taken to the unknown kingdom of heaven, leaving only beautiful memories in her dreams.
A tall poplar tree by the pool whispers in autumn. Leaves fell one by one, and some swirled in the air for a long time before they reluctantly fell to the ground.
It seems that I am reluctant to leave my mother, Dayangshu, who raised it. I often look back and say goodbye. Some branches on it.
Learn to write a 300-word composition, express your feelings about things in a comparative way, be an epiphyllum, and only smell the same.
A flash in the pan.
So far, I can't forget the surprise of seeing epiphyllum at first sight-the moonlight is like practice, the cool wind is like water, it opens its arms so lightly, and it is as otherworldly as an elf, without any distractions, which makes people suffocate.
But it's so short.
The price paid for this beauty is that life is short, no tears, no hesitation, and it has disappeared, leaving people with only infinite sighs and memories.
Life should be like this; Beauty, you should.
No matter how beautiful the flowers are, they will grow old day by day. Instead, it is better to be like a epiphyllum. Although life is short, it will remain young forever.
In the world, I have never let any remaining branches and leaves defile my innocence.
Epiphyllum is beautiful because it shows the ultimate beauty of life-the short-lived beauty that makes people soul-stirring and fall for it. From this, it can be thought that the beauty that really makes people tempted in the world is nothing more than a flash in the pan, but it is fixed in people's hearts for a short time-a cup of hot tea in the middle of the night, a pair of tenderness that moves tears, a fearlessness in the face of difficulties, a detachment from a high-rise building alone, a comfort in a desperate situation, a tear that moves the depths of love ... fixed in people's hearts.
Don't say that they are too short-lived, and don't say that they can't last long. They just obey their own inner strength, earn it from their hearts at the most appropriate time, and show it to the world with a clear eye and a little bit of arrogance and sadness. A touch of affection can prolong their lives for thousands of years-the best place in the world is the memory in people's hearts, and the beauty of living in people's memories does not exceed thousands of years?
The body dies, but the spirit lives on. Don't stop in the garden, because there are no unbeaten flowers; Don't indulge in realistic pleasures, because there is no inexhaustible wealth, and don't dream of immortality, because without spiritual support, it is just a walking corpse. It is better to be an epiphyllum, which floats away at the most beautiful time, leaving only a wisp of fragrant soul.
Be an epiphyllum, leaving your fragrant breath and your transcendental beauty-short life and extreme beauty.
5. Write a 300-word composition, be an epiphyllum, and only smell the same.
A flash in the pan.
So far, I can't forget the surprise of seeing epiphyllum at first sight-the moonlight is like practice, the cool wind is like water, it opens its arms so lightly, and it is as otherworldly as an elf, without any distractions, which makes people suffocate.
But it's so short.
The price paid for this beauty is that life is short, no tears, no hesitation, and it has disappeared, leaving people with only infinite sighs and memories.
Life should be like this; Beauty, you should.
No matter how beautiful the flowers are, they will grow old day by day. Instead, it is better to be like a epiphyllum. Although life is short, it will remain young forever.
In the world, I have never let any remaining branches and leaves defile my innocence.
Epiphyllum is beautiful because it shows the ultimate beauty of life-the short-lived beauty that makes people soul-stirring and fall for it. From this, it can be thought that the beauty that really makes people tempted in the world is nothing more than a flash in the pan, but it is fixed in people's hearts for a short time-a cup of hot tea in the middle of the night, a pair of tenderness that moves tears, a fearlessness in the face of difficulties, a detachment from a high-rise building alone, a comfort in a desperate situation, a tear that moves the depths of love ... fixed in people's hearts.
Don't say that they are too short-lived, and don't say that they can't last long. They just obey their own inner strength, earn it from their hearts at the most appropriate time, and show it to the world with a clear eye and a little bit of arrogance and sadness. A touch of affection can prolong their lives for thousands of years-the best place in the world is the memory in people's hearts, and the beauty of living in people's memories does not exceed thousands of years?
The body dies, but the spirit lives on. Don't stop in the garden, because there are no unbeaten flowers; Don't indulge in realistic pleasures, because there is no inexhaustible wealth, and don't dream of immortality, because without spiritual support, it is just a walking corpse. It is better to be an epiphyllum, which floats away at the most beautiful time, leaving only a wisp of fragrant soul.
Be an epiphyllum, leaving your fragrant breath and your transcendental beauty-short life and extreme beauty.
6. Writing with passion for things misses the snow in my hometown.
If this winter is in the north, it will be unique.
Speaking of winter in my hometown, I can't help but mention ice and snow. The snow and ice gave us a special sense of satisfaction-yes, can this be called a winter without snow? When the snow elves come, they fly all over the sky like feathers, falling on trees, houses, vegetable fields, rivers and even the hearts of every northeast person: another winter is coming! Less than a meal. There is a floor on the ground. At this time, the children will shout, rush out of the house and jump and run in the snow, as if this beautiful winter belongs to us children. When I was a child, I always made a snowman and had snowball fights with my friends. At that time, I was weak, and a day was still a pile of snow, but we would still play in the snow for a day. Gradually grow up, sometimes I will sit quietly on the windowsill, silently watching the snowflakes fall, watching the snowflakes slowly decorate the mountains and rivers into silver; Sometimes I will go out of the house, look up and feel the cool feeling of snowflakes falling on my face, reach out my hands to pick up the glittering snowflakes and watch them slowly melt in my palm. The snow in my hometown is delicious!
Speaking of winter in my hometown, I can't help but mention sauerkraut pork soup. Take sauerkraut, make some fat pork (we don't want lean meat, we don't eat fat meat, we just borrow flavor), put a little seasoning, and a pot of the most distinctive dishes in the north will be ready. If once upon a time, it was a family sitting around the kang and drinking steaming and delicious sauerkraut soup, it would be comfortable. If we are in our hometown now, I think our family must be sitting in a warm room this winter, eating the sauerkraut soup made by our mother, looking at the beautiful snow scene outside the window and talking about our favorite topics!
But in this southern winter, there is no snow, no sauerkraut soup, and there is no heating in the house. I sit in the house shivering.
Thinking of this, I miss my hometown more and miss the winter that lingers in my heart.
7. I'll give you some 200-word compositions, which are about expressing affection for things, for your reference and revision.
1
There is a green plant in our home, which looks like a big pillar. Can you guess what it is? That's right! This is a cactus.
There are many green protrusions on the dark green sphere of cactus, just like hills. There are white hairs on the mountain, and there are about 10 pale yellow thorns with a length of 1~2 cm on the hairs.
I asked my mother about the origin of cactus, and my mother gently told me, "Chairman Mao said,' Do it yourself and have plenty of food and clothing'. You have to find your own way. " I found the introduction of cactus from Baidu. Cactus, also known as grass ball, also known as longevity ball, is a perennial succulent and pulpy herb in the family Immortaceae. It has more than 40 varieties. Its hometown is in South America, which is a desert area with high temperature and little rain. It is characterized by drought tolerance and easy life. Even if it is not watered for a long time, it will thrive. It has the function of clearing away heat and diminishing inflammation, and it is also a natural oxygen bar, which can purify the air.
I suddenly realized that my heart cheered up.
Ah, cactus, you are not as beautiful as peony, nor as delicate as rose, but I like you-cactus, your tenacious will, prefer your obscure quality to your gorgeous appearance.
2
One day, after school, I was walking home when I suddenly felt that I stepped on something and looked down. That is a grass.
I gently removed my foot. I squatted down and saw that humble grass growing alone in that open space, helpless. However, it is such a humble grass that is trampled under foot day after day, but it stands up again and again and continues to grow. This seemingly fragile grass survived in the cold winter.
People have to be surprised that such a small grass has such tenacious vitality. It faced dangers and setbacks again and again, never bowed its head, and always faced it with tenacious vitality. This is in response to the poem, "endless grass on the grassland, with the seasons coming and going, wildfire never completely devours them, and they grow taller in the spring breeze."
When we encounter various problems in our daily life and study, we are often intimidated by difficulties, choose to retreat, and finally achieve nothing. In the future, I will learn from Xiaocao's indomitable spirit, face setbacks, persevere and never give up, and overcome difficulties through my own efforts.
three
Everyone says flowers are beautiful, but I love pine trees.
In the cold winter, goose feather and snow are flying in the air, and the cold wind is singing and shaking the pine trees violently. Snowflakes are pressing on the pine trees. Soon, the pine tree became a silver tree, and the wind and snow wanted to conquer it. However, pine trees have overcome the storm again and again with tenacious perseverance, waiting for the arrival of spring.
Spring has come, misty spring rain feeds everything like milk, and pine trees bloom under the nurturing of spring rain. Yellow flowers hung on the branches and smiled at the warm spring breeze. ...
In autumn, flowers wither and grass wither, but pine trees show infinite charm in autumn wind and autumn rain. Bundles of needle-like branches and leaves stand upright in the autumn wind, as if to say, "We are not afraid of the wind!" " "
I love pine trees, and I love their meticulous dedication. Listen to dad, the trunk of pine tree is good wood, which can be used to make paper; Pine leaves can extract oil; The fat liquid of pine trees can be used as rosin and turpentine; Its branches and roots are also good fuel. In summer, it opens a big umbrella of green velvet to light people's way forward ... Although pine trees are not as beautiful and fragrant as flowers, they have no complaints for human beings even if they are smashed into pieces.
Your spirit makes me deeply feel that as a person, you can't always think about yourself, but think more about others. If everyone always thinks about themselves, how can the world develop and progress?
Hope to adopt, O(∩_∩)O Thank you.
If love is the most beautiful flower in the world, then the love words between young men and women in love are a string of dew on this beautiful love flower. The language of love, like the colorful love life of young people, is full of infinite charm.
Yes, sweet words are charming and inexhaustible. However, sometimes lovers feel a deep pain, and they can't find the right words to express their feelings for their lovers. They feel that compared with the rich feelings flooding in their hearts, the words are too poor and limited. At this time, lovers will look for another language, another way, to pour out their own * * *.
Lev tolstoy, a famous Russian writer, fell in love with a beautiful girl, Miss Sonia, who was only 18 years old at the age of 34. He pursued her in a very unique way. He wrote a sentence on the green tablecloth with chalk, but he only wrote the first letter of each word, and then let Sonia guess. The clever Sonia saw the meaning of this sentence at a glance: "You are so young and beautiful, I doubt whether we can get married happily." Seeing this sentence, Sonia's heart began to beat violently.
They just replaced spoken language with a silent love story, thus transcending the barriers of language and writing and reaching deep spiritual communication. Later, Tolstoy wrote this wonderful experience into a novel, which evolved into a famous plot in anna karenine in which Levin poured out his heart to Kitty with chalk.
This is the implicit beauty and implicit beauty of silent love words. This silent love story is a useful supplement to oral English and the result of human's unremitting exploration of the emotional world without depth and breadth. Isn't the long gaze and affectionate caress between young lovers a silent love story? Although there are no three words that make people tremble, how can this artistic conception of knowing each other be expressed in thousands of words?
In ancient China, men and women were not close. Not to mention the scene of love. Their expression is often a metaphor for things, attached to pleasure.
Sima Xiangru and Zhuo Wenjun secretly admire each other, but they can't express it. One day, Xiang Ru was invited to visit Wen Jun's house. He expressed his feelings on the piano and played Phoenix for Phoenix. Wen Jun heard the true meaning of this song, and his joy was beyond words.
When Sima Xiangru proposed to Wenjun, she was rejected by her father. Wen Jun reads like a letter * * *, sincere and profound. So, regardless of her father's scolding and others' sarcasm, she resolutely eloped and married Xiang Ru.
This way of expressing love is especially suitable for those introverted and shy lovers. Although affectionate, I dare not speak out boldly. At this time, you can use your head and come up with a unique way to let the other person know your good intentions in a relaxed atmosphere, without saying passionate words like "I love you". Why not?