Its eyes are as bright as sunflowers. It can sing.
In its songs, there is the rhythm of heavy rain falling in the forest in summer. There is the sound of the wind blowing Pinus massoniana.
There is a sun over the forest praising the Chinese fir forest. In its song, there is the sound of seeds and fir fruits in the valley being blown down on the slope by the wind.
There is a whole forest calling for the roar of the sun. We walked into the Woods hand in hand, and the stream was full of laughter, which seemed to welcome our double shadow.
This stream is gentle and smart like a girl, but I don't know when it flows into the depths of the jungle, and her body is imprisoned in the overlapping thick green. 3. Spring blossoms, and the clear stream is like a white jade belt.
The willows in the water gently sway their slender branches. The green grass reflected in the water, mixed with unknown wild flowers in twos and threes, is light yellow, light blue, pink and purplish, like eyes and stars, still flashing.
Large tracts of cauliflower on the other side are reflected in the water. Huang Cancan's is like a golden carpet on the horizon. Those lovely little fish float on the water for a while, swim in the water for a while, get together for a while, and scatter for a while.
These small fish are pitifully small, most of them are only half as long as matchsticks, but their eyes are big and black, and their bodies are transparent. So, from a distance, it's like a colon flashing.
2. Write a composition that imitates the stream in the forest of Prishvin, and enjoy the fireworks in the spring night like a flame. Colorful fireworks in the night sky are scrambling to fly upwards; With a grateful heart, know the people around you who care about you-inscribe that a year's plan lies in spring! The leaves in the north have fallen and the trees in the south are growing new branches! At the end of the year and the beginning of the year, there is always a special concern around our hearts, bringing greetings to relatives and friends, or silently missing people far away. In this spring, let's deeply understand the Spring Festival and keep it beautiful! At the dawn of 29, 2008, a ray of warm sunshine shone on my bed through the window. Oh! Is this a gift for me? In the morning, the bustling streets are crowded with people, and people rushing to buy new year's goods are still coming from all directions. They are busy buying desirable new year's goods.
3. Beautiful sentences and imitations of a stream in the forest 1. It is a mountain stream in the northern forest. Its eyes are as bright as sunflowers. It can sing. In its songs, there is the rhythm of heavy rain falling in the forest in summer. There is the sound of the wind blowing Pinus massoniana. There is a sun over the forest praising the Chinese fir forest. In its song, there is the sound of seeds and fir fruits in the valley being blown down on the slope by the wind. There is a whole forest calling for the roar of the sun.
We walked into the Woods hand in hand, and the stream was full of laughter, which seemed to welcome our double shadow. This stream is gentle and smart like a girl, but I don't know when it flows into the depths of the jungle, and her body is imprisoned in the overlapping thick green.
3. Spring blossoms, and the clear stream is like a white jade belt. The willows in the water gently sway their slender branches. The green grass reflected in the water, mixed with unknown wild flowers in twos and threes, is light yellow, light blue, pink and purplish, like eyes and stars, still flashing. Large tracts of cauliflower on the other side are reflected in the water. Huang Cancan's is like a golden carpet on the horizon. Those lovely little fish float on the water for a while, swim in the water for a while, get together for a while, and scatter for a while. These small fish are pitifully small, most of them are only half as long as matchsticks, but their eyes are big and black, and their bodies are transparent. So, from a distance, it's like a colon flashing.
4. The conception of the article "Stream in the Woods" (paragraph division). The meaning of every paragraph and every layer is love. I went back to the stream from my own "garden" and saw a great forest event: a huge century-old spruce was washed away by the stream, and all the new and old cones fell down. All the lush branches are pressing on the stream, and the water is beating on every branch at the moment. They kept saying to each other, "Sooner or later ..." This passage is about the power of the stream, which shook the giant tree and knocked it down. The stream flows from the dense forest to the open space, and the water surface widens in the bright sunshine. The first small yellow flower here jumped out of the water, and there was a frog egg like a honeycomb, which was quite mature. You can see black tadpoles from the transparent body. There are also many almost on the water here. They flew out of nowhere and landed in the water here, and their short lives seemed to fly around like this. There is a little water beetle, shining like copper, spinning on the calm water. A wasp ran about in all directions, but the water did not move. A big, bright black star and yellow butterfly is dancing on the calm water. The small puddle around the inlet is full of flowers and plants, as well as willow trees in early spring. Like a yellow-haired chicken, Duan describes the beauty of the open space like this: everything is so lively. The author focuses on various small creatures that have revived life-tadpoles, flies, small beetles, wasps and butterflies. They bathe in the spring sunshine and play in the water environment. Some things can't arouse people's beauty, even those things that make people feel annoying, such as flies and beetles, look lovely. This is because half of the streams find another way to flow to one side and the other half to the other. Perhaps in the struggle for their own "sooner or later" beliefs, the streams parted ways: some water said that this road would reach their destination earlier, while others thought that the other side was a shortcut, so they parted and made a big bend, forming a big island with each other. Then they got together excitedly. Finally, I understand that there are no different paths for water, and all the paths will definitely bring it to the ocean sooner or later. On the fifth floor (paragraphs 30-32), the stream washes the century-old spruce, flows to the open space, and then splits and gathers, revealing the belief of the stream: "All roads will definitely bring it to the ocean sooner or later." This is the peak of the whole paper. The second part. Describe the whole process of the stream flowing through the forest I saw, and express my philosophy of life from it. This is the main body of the article, which can be divided into five layers according to the flow direction of the stream. These five floors are gradually revealed along my trip to the stream. The author uses his own senses to appreciate the beauty displayed in the process of flowing streams and the philosophy of life revealed. My eyes are happy, and the sound of "morning and evening" in my ears is endless. The mixed fragrance of resin from poplar and birch buds came to the nose. I think no matter how good this scene is, there is no need to go there again. I sat down between the roots, grasped the trunk tightly and looked up at the warm sun. So, the moment when my dream haunted came and stopped. I am the last one on the earth, and I entered the world of flowers for the first time. My stream flows to the sea. "I" entered the world of flowers for the first time. As a ranger, living in the forest for a long time is quite lonely. Now, he finds himself in a happy situation and realizes the happiness and true meaning of life. The vitality of spring is reflected in the running of a stream, and Russian spring first came to the forest area.