Don't say that I lack lofty goals;
I hold hands with my friends,
Can make the air better.
I am a grass,
Don't worry that I will drift with the wind and rain;
After the baptism of a storm,
This will only make me stronger and taller.
I am a grass,
I am proud of myself;
Whether it's windy or rainy,
I am still smiling.
I am a grass,
My contribution to nature is very small;
But I'm not discouraged, I don't give up,
I firmly believe that nature will become more beautiful!
2. Imitate Song of Water and write Song of Water with rhetorical devices such as metaphor and personification.
I am the spirit of nature, the source of all life.
I am from the sky and scattered all over the world. I am Yu. I come down from the ground, I float to the clouds, I am steam. I am the snow on the roof of the world, dripping in the stream and merging into the sea. I am polar ice, which will remain unchanged for billions of years.
I am like a mirror, reflecting the surrounding scenery together to form a landscape painting. I like singing and running all the way.
I seem to be supple and boneless, but the momentum is rolling and the waves overlap; It seems colorless and tasteless, but it is moist and silent, with fragrant peaches and plums; Seemingly low, but actually transpiration, is the cloud for rain; It seems to have no shape, but it can cross rocks and walls and be invincible.
3. Imitate the song of flowers and write the song of water, the song of water.
I don't know when and where you were born, and I don't know how you threw yourself into the embrace of the earth. Maybe you are the messenger sent by the creator to give alms to all beings.
Since you settled on the earth, you have been deeply attached to it, and you have never thought of leaving it for hundreds of millions of years. In the purgatory of the earth, you suddenly solidify, suddenly dissolve, suddenly vaporize, and then die, but you will never feel resentment.
You used to live under the blue sky, hiding in the depths of mountains and living in caves. For the general welfare, you fall from the sky, flow out from the mountains, gush out from the ground, and then run around and go everywhere. You are in a hurry, travel-stained, and you have traveled all over the fields and eight famines.
An ascetic who doesn't think about home! You have experienced more than 7749 dangers along the way. How much filth did you get on the way to Wan Li? Only by sand filtration evaporation in windy days can impurities be removed and purity be restored.
When spring is warm, you are like a hair, like a needle, like a silver thread, dripping and nourishing everything; When summer is hot, you are like an arrow, like a downpour, like a waterfall, rushing over and cleaning everything up; When the autumn is crisp, you are condensed into frost and dew, crystal clear, and unconsciously leaves are colorful, and geese fly south; In cold weather, you are flying all over the sky with cold, and suddenly the earth is covered with white with cold. This is how you work all the year round, sticking to your post, being conscientious, working hard, unpaid and tireless. You are a diligent nanny and loyal servant of the earth.
You have nothing to gain, but you are generous. How many birds, animals, insects and fish have you raised, how many flowers and trees have you cultivated, and how many farmland orchards have you irrigated? In order to help the creatures on the earth, you gave almost all your flesh and blood, so that you tried your best to die.
You are everywhere, and you can always change freely with things: in the valley, you are a waterfall, a hanging spring, a stream and a deep pool; In the plain, you are a river, a lake, a swamp and a pond; In the polar regions, you are a towering iceberg and a winding glacier; In the human body, you are blood, sweat, saliva and tears. ...
Your color is unpredictable: clear, turbid, blue, green, khaki, snow white, algae red, grayish black ... At night, under the moonlight and lights, you shine with silver and gold; Going to Jiuzhaigou is actually colorful; In the sky, you can become a rainbow and a halo. "Red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple, who is the training of dancing colors in the sky?"
Your timbre is varied, gurgling, gurgling, trickling, drumming, gurgling and splashing. Your melody form * * *, which was just singing softly and slowly, has now become a complicated string and a broken bottle. Your posture is also ever-changing, from sparkling tenderness to rolling; From rippling, dense, to rippling, surging, and then to surging, vastness and Wang Yang. ...
Sometimes you are divided into parts, sometimes you are divided into parts, sometimes you are feminine, and sometimes you are masculine. When you are quiet, you are gentle and quiet, as clear as a mirror. Under the gravity of the moon, you will have tides. When the tide ebbs, you go to sleep peacefully: the fine-cut snoring sounds like falling flowers floating on the water, like silkworm chewing mulberry leaves, like lovers whispering. The tide is rising. When you open your eyes, yawn, stretch and wake up, you will gradually get excited and fidget. If storms and earthquakes irritate you, your chest will fluctuate and you will become angry and unruly. You will growl, you will growl. Surging waves, such as rumbling drums and rolling thunder, are invincible.
You are wrapped in sand and piled up on the plain; Planing the river bed and scouring pebbles; Slap the coast and erode the island reef; Karst caves, precipitated stalagmites, stone pillars and stalactites ... You can wear them soft and drip through the stone, and you are undoubtedly the top sculptor of natural landforms.
Water! I was infected by your great character, impressed by your superb skills and shocked by your great strength. I will eulogize you heartily, although this song has endless words and scores!
4. Song of Water Composition 200 words The first person said that I was the silk rain in the sky. The wind once blew me from the clouds to the ground, so there was nothing to moisten.
A drizzle came to the world.
I am a snowflake floating in the sky. God once sprinkled me from the sky to the ground and floated around one after another.
Floating in the memory of winter
I am the sweet spring on the mountain. I once ran off a cliff or waterfall.
Or slowly pour the mountain spring.
I come from the sea that is consistent with the sky; The ocean between the land and the coast is vast.
I come from the endless Yangtze River and Yellow River, standing proudly under the green hills and crossing the plateau.
The source of all life.
It was I who scattered the feathers of a wild goose in Liu Xiahui, leaving rivers and misty rain roads.
river bank
Who is holding eighteen bamboo umbrellas by the west cold bridge? I broke the late spring with the clear water under the bridge.
lake surface
Under the bamboo umbrella, who picks up the lamp and looks back, the mist seems to make time.
Low morale
Light smoke and mist filled the castle, the lake was lush and the white dew was frost.
The snow is deep, the light curtain car slowly goes away, and the falling flowers fly like butterflies. All things
Now it's all empty. Tonight the rain is gone, and the new words of Mohist people tell us all about leaving home.
But this fog and frost, this rainy night, are not the essence of my soul condensation.
How many times have I rushed down the lofty green hills and flowed across the plains to breed the earth;
How many times have I fallen into the boundless sky, melting rain and snow to bring vitality; How many/much?
Second, the ancient road is misty and rainy, the West Lake is a stone bridge, and the vast sea is holding a boat. I just exist silently.
Yes, no words and no feelings.
I am the rolling waves of the sea, the rain and snow falling from the sky, and the endless river.
It's the tears of thought dancing alone, as good as water. People say I am the source of life.
5. Imitate "Water Village Song 2"
What is a water town?
There are many fish.
Thousands of fish, ten thousand fish,
Swimming here, swimming there,
It's fun to swim around.
three
What is a water town?
There are many lotus flowers.
Thousands of flowers, thousands of flowers,
Flowers bloom one after another,
The fragrance of flowers floated across the lake.
four
What is a water town?
There are a lot of fish and shrimp.
Thousands of fish, thousands of shrimps,
Fill one basket after another.
The fisherman smiled happily.
five
What is a water town?
Many bridges.
Thousands of bridges.
Small bridges flow one after another.
six
What is a water town?
Louduo
Thousands of buildings.
Building after building.
There are cheerful songs floating in the building.
6. Write a prose poem like Song of Rain and Song of Waves, such as Song of Water and Song of Flowers.
I am an elf. Teacher Chun woke me up. I quietly poked my head out of the ground, shook off the dust and took a breath of fresh air. Release your fragrance and beauty in the sun.
I am a rainbow, and the sunshine illuminates me, so I look for new things in nature and make friends with them. They are always happy to see me and invite me to dance. Nature is full of vitality and beauty.
I held my head high, and the sun father-in-law gave me beautiful seven-color light; I looked down and my brother Cao Qing sang for me.
Rain and the earth are my mother and father. I am thirsty, and my mother makes me suck milk greedily; I was hungry, and my father let me absorb energy to my heart's content.
In autumn, I turn into spring mud, but I firmly believe that I can overcome difficulties and setbacks!
In winter, I proudly bloom on the branches of plum blossoms. I'm sure I can overcome the difficulties, I have overcome the setbacks!
Another spring, I leaned out my little head. I am more confident to show my beauty in the sun.
My life goes on like this.
I am the spirit of spring; Raindrops in summer; Maple leaves in autumn; The winter sun ...
Song of dew
The crystal clear dew, from the hand of the dewdrop goddess, dispelled all the dust in the morning and threw it into the embrace of the earth happily, like a precious diamond, sparkling and crystal clear, making people fondle it.
I am a small dewdrop. I fell into this world with my brothers and sisters. I like to stay in hoels' hand and listen to her whisper, "Goodbye!" Unwilling to say goodbye, I saw another scenery when I fell into the mortal world. In the garden, flowers are in full bloom and all kinds of smells come to the nose. Baihua and I are very good friends. Baihua is very kind to me, and I am also a friend of the field. The rain fell all over me I am not as beautiful as my sister and praised by most poets, but I am as clear as crystal. I can make some efforts to help my vegetable brother. I am a small dewdrop, and I came to this beautiful world under the guidance of Teacher Feng. Thank you, kind Miss Feng!
I fell gently, in this beautiful person, in this beautiful flower, so that the flower can be moistened, in that field, bringing a little sweetness. The flowers are laughing, the fields are singing, and watching the flowers pave a colorful flower road for me to meet us. The bright sunshine really made us disappear. Everything is waiting for tomorrow, waiting for the dew to come again, waiting for …
7. Rewrite the composition with the tune of water. In the days of more than 600 words, Su Shi was an official in the imperial court, and only his mother and brother lived together at home. Time flies, the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming in a blink of an eye, and the street is very lively. Relatives get together to eat moon cakes and drink, and spend the happy Mid-Autumn Festival together. Su Shi went out for a walk in a strange place, and the street was full of people. No, the mooncake seller shouted, "There are all kinds of fillings, look, look!" Su Shi walked over and habitually pointed to the fan in his hand: "Boss, how much is this moon cake?"
"Oh, sir, a pound or two."
"Then a catty!" Su Shi touched his beard and nodded.
"good! I'll give you a catty of moon cakes! " The businessman was very happy to see someone coming to buy moon cakes. He put some moon cakes with chopsticks, weighed them with a scale and counted them quietly in his mouth. He conveniently took a piece of paper, wrapped it, tied it with a rope and handed it to Su Shi, saying, "Take your time, sir, and welcome to come again next time." Su Shi took the moon cake, paid the money and walked home.
At night, a full moon hangs in the far sky, like a sail in the depths of the sea. The beautiful moon seems to be close to the palace. In the dead of night, the bright moon shines quietly on the insomniacs. Su Shi, who often thinks about poetry and songs with imagination, returned to his literary world-after his study, Su Shi lay in a chair, eating moon cakes and drinking wine alone. Looking at the moon in the sky, I think that he hasn't come home for many years. Being an official in this place is also full of hardships. Through the hazy imagination, watching the clear dance of the hazy moon, this seemingly illusory environment. It seems that Su Shi lived the life of a fairy in the sky, leaving his mother and brother alone. "Well, I once spent a beautiful and pleasant Mid-Autumn Festival in my mother's arms. I had a rainy night with my brother Su Zhe in my early years, retired, and now I live alone. " Su Shi sighed and said to himself. Looking up at the moon, he couldn't help thinking of the carved doors and windows of his mother and hometown. Su Shi couldn't help but shed tears and bowed his head and complained that he was greedy for his career and couldn't reunite with his family like the moon. "Aye aye ........................................................................................................................................", Fireworks and firecrackers set off in the far-reaching sky, colorful and varied, added a fascinating and magical veil to the moon Su Shi believes: "People also have sad times, happy times, family reunion, separation of flesh and blood. Isn't the month the same? There are cloudy days, sunny days, sometimes round, sometimes lacking. People and the moon cannot be perfect! Why am I homesick and unhappy now? " Su Shi suddenly transcended his own heart and restored calm.
At this time, Su Shi held a hip flask in one hand and raised a glass to the moon in the other.
When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance. I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time. I'm willing to ride the wind to the sky, I'm afraid I can't stand the cold for nine days in a pavilion of fine jade. Dance to find the shadow, what is it like!
The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone? People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.
8. Ask for an imitation composition of Song of the Stream, 700 words. Thanks to the great gods. There is a stream in front of my house. He is singing a song, a song that will never end.
A happy stream runs day and night. There is always an echo of his singing in the valley. The sun came out and waved to him; The moon is out. Smile at him. In his eyes, everything in the world is as fresh and happy as himself!
small
The stream is flowing and playing. He patted the colorful pebbles on the shore for a while, touched the grass sticking out of his head in the sand for a while, bothered to chase his tadpoles for a while, and let those float for a while.
Small leaves form a circle. Small leaves are not afraid, gently turned twice, continue to float forward. Little tadpoles are a little ticklish, so they swim to the shore as soon as possible. Tadpoles with legs still learn to push like mother frogs.
Legs.
The stream ran forward with a smile, and a boulder stopped him. He jumped twice and rushed up, and nothing could stop him from running. His singing is clear, and the echo in the valley is crisp, which makes people forget fatigue and sadness.
Later, the stream came to a place where there was a dead stump and a yellow weed. The dead stump is very old, and the yellow grass leaves are not young.
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The children saw a lively and happy stream coming and asked strangely, "Hey-Stream, where are you going so happy?" Xiaoxi replied, "Of course, to the front!" Dead stump sighed and said:
"Alas, alas, dead tired also means nothing. Stop and stay here. Although it is not particularly good, it is not bad! " Xiaoxi looked at them and smiled: "Why? Don't! Can't stay! "
In a blink of an eye, the stream left them behind and ran straight ahead. There was a village in front, and the water mill in the village was waiting for him to run!
The stream ran tirelessly like this, and gradually other streams joined him, and the stream grew up like this!