1. Ask for extra points for a good composition imitating "Amber" under 6
About ten thousand years ago, on a short island, there were some pine trees and What an interesting little creature.
It was a hot summer, and the sea was roaring and churning. An interesting little flying insect, a fly, flew around under the hot sun until it got tired of flying and then stopped to rest on a tree.
At this time, a spider was crawling on the tree trunk. Don't believe it when I tell you, spiders have never seen flies before. It saw the fly and thought it was funny, so it crawled over.
Just blame the spider, why is it crawling around on the pine tree? The old pine tree felt so itchy that he shed yellow tears with laughter. Just when the spider was only one centimeter away from the fly, the teardrops of the pine tree - rosin wrapped them both.
The rosin was extremely sticky. The two poor little creatures struggled a lot, but were unable to move and were finally trapped in the rosin ball.
One year, ten years, one hundred years, one thousand years, time flies so fast, a rosin ball containing two small creatures is hung on a tree. No one could find it in the old pine tree.
Finally one day, the tide rose. The short island was swallowed up by the hateful sea water, and many rosin balls were buried under the sand and mud.
When the tide receded, the island returned to its original state. Some small pines were missing, and the rosin balls were buried under the sand and could not be hung back on the trees.
The rosin had to wait and wait. After waiting for thousands of years, they finally became the coveted amber.
People in southern cities are always used to indifferent expressions.
In such a busy and chaotic city, everyone is like an amber, their souls frozen.
All kinds of pressure, compromise, and patience turned into hot rosin, falling heavily on everyone, wrapping us tightly, 2. Imitation of "Amber"
About ten thousand years ago, there were some interesting pine trees and small creatures on a low island.
It was a hot summer, and the sea was roaring and churning. An interesting scorpion crawled around under the hot sun until it got tired and stopped to rest under a tree.
At this time, a cricket was resting on the tree trunk. Don’t believe it when I say it, a scorpion has never seen a cricket before.
It saw the cricket and thought it was fun, so it crawled over. I only blame the cricket, why is it resting under the pine tree? The old pine tree felt so itchy that it shed yellow tears from laughter.
Just when the scorpion was only one centimeter away from the cricket, the teardrops of the pine tree - rosin wrapped them both. The rosin was so sticky that the two poor little creatures struggled a lot but were unable to move and were finally trapped in the rosin ball.
One year, ten years, a hundred years, a thousand years, time passed very fast, a rosin ball containing two small creatures was hung on an old pine tree, and no one could see it. Can be found. Finally one day, the tide came in.
The short island was swallowed up by the hateful sea water, and many rosin balls were buried under the sand. When the tide went out, the island returned to its original state. Some of the small pines were missing, and the rosin balls were buried under the sand and could not be hung back on the trees.
The rosin had to wait and wait. After waiting for thousands of years, they finally became the coveted amber. One day, a couple came to the island and picked up amber. The man gave it to the woman. 3. Imitation of 12 paragraphs of "Amber"
The rivers and fields are filled with white butterflies dancing in the air.
——Inscription
Autumn is gone and winter has arrived.
The cold and thin air coated the old glass with a layer of crystal mist, adding a sense of mystery. So I looked out the window, it was hazy.
Open the window and face the cold wind to look down at the scenery on the ground. All the flowers, trees, cars and houses, including people who are either in a hurry or leisurely. In an instant, it changed from a piece of white to a variety of colors. It was beautiful, but seemed lifeless.
While I was immersed in meditation, suddenly, the surprised voice of a neighbor child came to my ears: "It's snowing."
I calmly went downstairs, taking all the joy deep into my heart. Hidden deep in my heart. In my impression, snow is inherently quiet. Shouldn’t the same be true for people who appreciate snow?
The fluffy snow flakes are like white jade butterflies, spinning and flying gracefully, showing their elegant and noble side; they are also like petals of ice-clear pear blossoms, blown by the wind and scattered to the sky. The ends of the world bring their last fragrance.
Strings of fine and exquisite silver beads formed a beautiful curtain, hanging in front of my eyes, which made me intoxicated. Children's laughter can be heard from time to time, adding a lot of vitality to this cold winter.
At midnight, the snow stopped. In the bleak world, only the snow is still dazzlingly white under the reflection of the street lamps, and it is also colorful. I didn’t expect that this pure snow could be so radiant!
The faint fragrance of wintersweet floats in this silver-covered city, making people intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves.
So that poem came to my mind again -
The flying flowers and frost stained the face, and the water cut Qiong Yao and drunken Penglai.
It still feels cold on the Guanghan Ice Steps, and the catkins in the world seem to be blooming in spring.
The exquisite feathers of the swan are picked from the robes of the immortals in the cave.
The fisherman and woodcutter was struggling to catch the snow in the cold river, when he suddenly heard that the banished immortal was coming from the clouds.
Pianpian is even more like a flying swallow's feet, curling and dimming like a jade ring.
If you want to spread your silk threads to the world, you will be frightened by the wind and the moon and have no choice. 4. Read the text on Amber and write an essay based on it
A long time ago in the summer, a little fly stopped on a pine tree. A spider crawled over and wanted to eat the fly. The spider just pounced on a large drop of rosin. It drips from the trees and traps flies and spiders in it.
After struggling for a while, they finally stopped moving and the rosin continued to drip down. Finally, they gathered into a rosin ball, wrapping the two bugs inside. Later, the water submerged the forest and the rosin balls were submerged under the sand.
Thousands of years have passed, and the rosin ball has become a fossil. A fisherman was walking along the beach with his son.
The child dug out the amber. From that piece of amber, we can infer the details of the story that happened ten thousand years ago, and we can know that in ancient times, there were already flies and spiders in the world.
I hope it’s useful to you. Don’t forget to give me a thumbs up. 5. Write a short story of 50 words about how amber was formed
One noon ten thousand years ago, *** the hot sun shone on the forest, and many old pine trees exuded thick rosin. The scent of rosin filled the air.
A spider was spinning silk to weave a web. When it spun out the first silk, a tired little fly stumbled over and accidentally stuck to the spider web. It immediately realized the danger, and used all its strength to finally break the spider silk with a swoop and fell to the tree trunk. As for the spider, it was very happy when it saw the fly stuck. Now that the fly fell down, it was not willing to give up and chased after it. Just as he was about to pounce, something terrible happened: a large drop of sticky rosin dripped down, and the two bugs were heavily wrapped in it...
After tens of thousands of years, The rosin ball enclosing the two bugs turned into crystal clear and priceless amber. 6. Please write an essay describing amber, please come quickly.
I am the cicada that shed a thousand years ago. The dried body is in pieces, and the seventeen years of long waiting under the ground are just a summer of silence on the branches. I am its crystal crown, its gorgeous robe, and the memory of its true existence.
I am a clear tear from an old pine tree thousands of years ago. I hugged that little life's body so tenderly, holding its simple smile in my arms, letting it have a long and boring but complete and wonderful life.
I am the singing cicada from thousands of years ago. The moonlight is like water, the green leaves are rippling with a pleasant rustling sound, and the wind in the reeds is blowing a melodious flute. So ethereal and poignant. I took off my coat and was surrounded by a gentle, clear liquid. Thousands of years later, I have a name so beautiful that it drips with blood—Amber.
The equator cannot retain snowflakes, and tears cannot melt fine sand. Redemption without burden is exchanged for a thousand years of waiting. As time goes by and we live through thousands of reincarnations, it is impossible to have a tedious and unrestrained life. Instead, it becomes a habit and a mission that must be completed.
Only after a thousand years.
Only then can you get that moment of emotion, joy, dancing, release, and burning. 7. A 300-word continuation of the essay on Strange Amber
Strange Amber
One summer ten thousand years ago, a spider took advantage of a little fly to rest on a tree. , slowly approached it, it was already noon, and the old pine trees were exuding a lot of rosin due to the sunlight. Just when the spider was close to the little fly, a large drop of rosin dripped from the tree, just enough to wrap the two small insects in it. The rosin continued to drip down, and the two small insects were wrapped in so much rosin that they could not move. Slowly, the rosin accumulated into a big rosin ball.
Thousands of years passed, and the tree slowly rotted. The rosin balls on the tree fell off and were buried in the sand. The seawater came up and submerged the entire pine forest.
Thousands of years passed, and the rosin ball became a fossil. 8. Taking "Amber" as the composition title
On the beach, I picked up a small amber.
Amber is small. But very hard and delicate.
There are colorful patterns and markings on it, and there is a little fly inside. No wonder people use it to appreciate it. It’s really a work of art in my hands, a treasure I can’t bear to exchange with others! When I picked up this little amber on the beach, the little life that once lived in it had long since died under the wash of waves and sand.
However, for such a short, tiny life, for such a fragile, unobtrusive life, how delicate, how careful, and how meticulous God was when creating a home for it! Compared to the life of a little fly in amber, can I stay in this world for more time and space? Should I also use my ability to do what I do more carefully, seriously and meticulously? Please allow me to leave something cherished and amazing! Tens of thousands of years from now, I hope that the traces I left behind will allow people to watch, taste, and appreciate again and again, and they will not be able to help but admire softly: "What a simple yet complicated heart this is!"