It's a sunny night. I had supper and stood on the balcony looking up at the sky. Suddenly, a Xia Hong appeared on the horizon, and the scope of Xia Hong gradually expanded. One second, two seconds ... Suddenly, Xia Hong and Xia Hong dyed the western sky red.
When I looked intently, two white clouds appeared in the sky. But in an instant, they were dyed red by the glow, and they moved forward, getting closer and closer to me. Ah! Of these two clouds, the first one looks like a sly fox, followed by a fierce tiger, doesn't it? Looking at the scene in the sky, I can't help thinking of the fable Smith. I really find it funny. After a while, they all disappeared.
In front of me, there is a very interesting picture: a lively and lovely little white rabbit, eating grass carefree. Suddenly, it seemed to hear something. Oh, there is a tall hunter standing behind it. Look! He still has a shotgun in his hand! The rabbit pricked up its long sensitive ears and ran forward quickly. The hunter followed closely. In the blink of an eye, the rabbit disappeared into the thick clouds and the hunter disappeared.
I looked at it and my eyes blurred. When I looked up at the sky again, I saw the sky "dusty" and countless fierce horses that were dyed red by the sunset galloped forward. As the clouds move, I seem to hear the sound of them running. Wan's painting is wonderful.
For an instant, I was in a trance and couldn't see anything clearly. Sunset won't stay in the sky forever. It converged the last light and disappeared. I just stood there,
Sunset, bright moon and stars are all beautiful. How many writers and poets have described it in the most beautiful language, but I am deeply attracted by the unpredictable sunset.
It's a sunny night. I had supper and stood on the balcony looking up at the sky. Suddenly, a Xia Hong appeared on the horizon, and the scope of Xia Hong gradually expanded. One second, two seconds ... Suddenly, Xia Hong and Xia Hong dyed the western sky red.
When I looked intently, two white clouds appeared in the sky. But in an instant, they were dyed red by the glow, and they moved forward, getting closer and closer to me. Ah! Of these two clouds, the first one looks like a sly fox, followed by a fierce tiger, doesn't it? Looking at the scene in the sky, I can't help thinking of the fable Smith. I really find it funny. After a while, they all disappeared.
In front of me, there is a very interesting picture: a lively and lovely little white rabbit, eating grass carefree. Suddenly, it seemed to hear something. Oh, there is a tall hunter standing behind it. Look! He still has a shotgun in his hand! The rabbit pricked up its long sensitive ears and ran forward quickly. The hunter followed closely. In the blink of an eye, the rabbit disappeared into the thick clouds and the hunter disappeared.
I looked at it and my eyes blurred. When I looked up at the sky again, I saw the sky "dusty" and countless fierce horses that were dyed red by the sunset galloped forward. As the clouds move, I seem to hear the sound of them running. Wan's painting is wonderful.
For an instant, I was in a trance and couldn't see anything clearly. Sunset won't stay in the sky forever. It converged the last light and disappeared. I just stood there.
Praise of sunset glow
In a day, sunset glow is the most dazzling moment; Similarly, old age is the most mature and perfect time in life.
The morning glow is brighter than the evening glow, and the evening glow is deeper than the morning glow. The morning glow comes and goes quickly, and then the rising sun shines everywhere. However, the sun began to set in the west, and colorful clouds filled most of the sky. That is the most colorful picture of the day. The beauty of sunset glow is emotional and charming. The red sky with sunset glow makes everything on the earth and the landscape of the earth shine, which is often called sunset red. Therefore, the sunset glow is gradually wonderful, which can be fully appreciated, and slowly beautiful, which can be stopped to appreciate. Even when the crescent moon appears and the stars blink, you can still see a touch of residual red on the horizon at dusk, which gives you infinite reverie. That is to say, a person, even in his later years of life, has a youthful appearance, a youthful spirit, a beautiful temperament, a beautiful soul, beautiful wisdom and beautiful thoughts, and will leave the world with rich and rich warm and unforgettable memories, just like this sunset.
During the Northern and Southern Dynasties, there was a great poet named Yu Xin, who had extraordinary talent and reached a high artistic level in poetry and prose. In the history of China literature, he was the first person to combine the literary talent of southern literature with the spirit of northern literature. Yu Xin was born in 5 13 and died in 58 1 year. As his representative, "Jiangnan Fu" is recognized by the world as the masterpiece of Ci and Fu in the Southern and Northern Dynasties. When we read the first six sentences of his preface, "I'm going to die, what kind of life is this!" When the general left, the tree fell; The strong man does not return, and the cold wind is bleak. All of them are moved by the vicissitudes of history, the homesickness of the old country, the sadness of life experience and the nostalgia.
His immortal work, written at the end of 578 AD, is already his later work. However, in his early years, Yu Xin was as beautiful and frivolous as Xu Ling. At that time, people called him "Yu Xu style". Later, Yu Xin experienced the Hou Jing Rebellion and nearly died. The Jiangling Rebellion led to the loss of family members. Suffered from the disaster of war, the pain of troubled times, living in the north, it is difficult to have a home. His frustration and wandering made him reach the superb realm of literature in his later years. Du Fu, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty, once commented on this predecessor with poems: "Yu Xin's articles are older and more familiar, and his brushwork is vertical and horizontal", "Yu Xin's life is the most bitter, and his poems in his twilight years stir the rivers and lakes". It seems that the dusk of life and the blazing sunset glow have written a brilliant page in the history of literature.
It goes without saying that people are old, but don't be afraid of being old, especially don't be timid, stop when you are old, and you can't move when you are old. Try to see the beauty of the sunset glow, try to see the sunset glow stick to the end, be old and strong, be old and healthy, and pursue mature beauty. This is the philosophy of life in his later years and probably the life creed of the great poet Yu Xin.
Why is the sunset glow worthy of praise and old age worth cherishing? Because I have traveled a long way, experienced many things, accumulated a lot of experience in the process of rolling and crawling, and gained some enlightenment from the lessons of success and failure, so I know what is most precious to the country and the nation; What is precious to family, relatives, friends and comrades-in-arms! Although everyone has a touch of sunset glow in the sky, although the sunset glow in everyone's heart is not the same, this prosperous era and countless vivid pictures are worth sticking to for our school-age friends in China.
Beautiful sunset glow
As the sun sets, the beautiful sunset gradually overflows from the horizon. The setting sun also changed from a half moon cake to a crescent covered by the setting sun, and finally gradually fell asleep.
The sunset glow dyed the western sky red. It glows slightly in every corner. At this time, the sunset glow, like a shy little girl, was only painted with a layer of orange. The clouds in the sky are blurred and become various forms. Some of them are like lambs running on the big grass. Some are like pigeons flying freely. The sunset glow is mysterious, and soon it turns pale red. At this time, it seems that everything in the world is shrouded by the sunset glow, like floating in the flowers. The sea is calm. The sunset glow is a little reluctant, and it makes people feel unpredictable and unforgettable.
The feeling of darkness has gradually approached us, but the sunset glow has not given in, and he still insists on his own beauty. The breeze blew, and he seemed to feel the end of the sunset glow. At the edge of the sky, the slightly red clouds also dispersed. Reluctantly, he put on a black veil and walked away.
It's getting dark, and the sky is shining with fuzzy spots, jumping on it like elves. The night is also illuminated by lights, and the night is more beautiful against the backdrop of the city of lights.
I recall the beautiful sunset and can't help admiring his beauty. The morning glow is magical, but I think the sunset glow is more beautiful. Because of his natural beauty and simplicity, I know that he has an indomitable spirit. Don't we need to do this in our study and life?
Thinking about thinking, I looked at the sky and was intoxicated. ...
The sunset glow in spring
The sun is gradually setting, and the beautiful sunset has dyed the sky blue.
Ah, its colors are really varied! The orange sunset floats in the sky, just like plating the sky with a layer of glittering gold. Time slipped away quietly, and the purple sunset glow also showed its original shape in the sky. Coupled with the orange sunset, it adds a lot of brilliance to the sky. Gradually, sunsets of various colors rushed out, including red, yellow, green, blue and pale pink ... they competed with each other.
The shape of the sunset glow is also varied, sometimes like a blooming mountain cherry, with powder and white; Sometimes it is as beautiful as the blooming cold cherry blossoms, and there are pieces of sunset clouds, just like withered cherry blossoms and dyed snowflakes. But this is not the most beautiful. The most beautiful moment is that the sunset glow is about to disappear. It is like a golden lotus, blooming on the edge of the sky.
With a faint rainbow, the sunset disappeared and the sun completely set.
After beginning of spring, the earth gradually woke up from a deep sleep. Snow and ice melted, vegetation sprouted, and all kinds of flowers bloomed for the first time. and
Two months later, the swallow came back, and soon, the cuckoo came too. So turn to the hot summer, this is the fruit of the plant.
Period. In autumn, when the fruits are ripe, the leaves of plants gradually turn yellow and fall in the autumn wind. Fly north and south,
Insects active in fields and grasslands have also disappeared. Everywhere I go, I see a scene of falling grass, ready to meet the snowy winter. In the temperate and subtropical regions of the earth, this is the case year after year, and it goes on and on.
For thousands of years, working people have paid attention to the relationship between natural phenomena such as the rise and fall of vegetation and the coming and going of migratory birds and the climate, and arranged farming accordingly. Apricot blossoms are in full bloom, as if nature is preaching to cultivate the land quickly; Peach blossoms are blooming, which seems to imply that we should plant millet quickly. The cuckoo began to sing, and the working people understood what it was singing: "Grandparents, cut wheat and transplant rice." In this way, flowers and birds sing, grass grows and warblers fly, all of which are the languages of nature.
These natural phenomena were called phenology by working people in ancient China. Phenological knowledge originated very early in China. Many agricultural proverbs handed down from ancient times contain rich phenological knowledge. In modern times, using phenology knowledge to study agricultural production has developed into a science, that is, phenology. Phenology records the growth and decline of plants and the reproduction of animals, such as the arrival of peach blossoms and swallows, so as to understand the climate change over time and the impact of this change on animals and plants. "Look, it's snowing!" I was attracted to the corridor by the sound and looked out. It was really good. The little snowflake is falling slowly, and my heart can't help but give birth to joy. I hope it can bring us a real heavy snow. Soon, the city was gently covered by this gentle snowflake. Every snowflake gently spirals and falls, becoming a small part of a layer of snow on the earth, and every snowflake merges into a beautiful landscape, making the earth white.
Facing the snow, I want to recite some poems I have learned, but I can't remember them. It seems that what nature has given us cannot be expressed in words. Although I can't say it, I can listen, listen to the sound of snow.
It was snowing heavily, and the snowflake danced in various postures in the air, flying or hovering, or falling straight and quickly, laying on the ground. At this moment, everything is beautiful, a person is silent, standing at the window, but the laughter of those snowflakes echoes in my ears. I can hear their joy.
Before the snow stopped, the children couldn't help coming out to play and have snowball fights. Although it was still snowing, they had a good time regardless of their parents' opposition, full of childhood joy. Snow lets us roll them into fluffy snowballs and then throw them at each other. Although his body was smashed everywhere, they never complained. Give us happiness is its happiness. It warms our hearts with its unique language, and I can hear the sound.
Snow is a good sign for a good year, and it should be a good sign for a year on the eighth day of the eighth lunar month. Snowflakes fall slowly, accompanied by firecrackers, giving people joy. I like to watch the snow quietly, watch the snow fall quietly, and listen to the faint sound of snow, I will feel very peaceful and happy. I saw a group of children having a snowball fight, dodging left and right on the road. I saw a layer of snow covering the young leaves on the lawn, protecting them. I can hear their voices proud of taking on this important task.
The pure snow on the ground bathed in sunshine and enjoyed the last moment of joy. Are they crying for dying lives? No, they are laughing and proud. They finished their task and spread the joy to the world. They gave their lives and played their strengths. They are great, and I can hear the happiness in their lives.
When it snows again, let's stand by the window and listen to a life legend.
wind
The wind is always mysterious. Its appearance sometimes brings people endless happiness, but sometimes it doesn't.
In spring, a breeze slowly blows over fields and mountains. The light green grass woke up after a sleep in the ground, slowly sticking its head out of the ground, and the young trees sprouted and danced with the wind. Birds fly happily in the sky and sing heartily. The wind gently stroked my face, soft and comfortable.
Summer is coming, and the weather is always so sultry. People hope the wind will come soon. But the wind has become very naughty and always plays hide-and-seek with people. Finally, there was a little wind, and before I was happy, it ran away without a trace, and I couldn't find it anyway. Hey, there's nothing I can do about it!
In the coming autumn, the golden wind is coming. It used the joy of harvest, magical colors, fresh air and a big brush to dye the leaves yellow and the fields and orchards golden yellow. Everything turns golden, giving people a brand-new feeling, and the beautiful dance of the wind is even more pleasing to the eye.
Winter is coming, and the golden world has turned into a vast expanse of white. The north wind blew unceremoniously. It is not as gentle and appropriate as the spring wind, but it comes quickly and fiercely, like a group of hungry tigers roaring from all directions. It broke a bare branch. In the north, it drives the children who are playing with snow home. Pedestrians in the street are dressed like cotton bags, hunched back, bowed their heads and shrunk their necks, and trudged along. Not many people go out, and everyone seems to be afraid of meeting the north wind again. But I think the wind may not be intentional, it may be too impatient, and I look forward to welcoming a new spring as soon as possible!
fog
In the morning, I looked out of the window, ah, foggy! It's foggy and boundless outside. Walking on the road, I looked at the white fog carefully. Now, heaven and earth are shrouded in extremely wide smoke. Flowers and trees nearby and buildings in the distance are looming in the fog; The sun is not dazzling at all, only showing a hazy round shadow. People come and go on the road. In the distance, you can only hear chop suey and intermittent footsteps, bicycle bells, and as you approach, you can clearly see their faces. When they turned to look again, their background slowly drifted away, as if they were in a floating fairyland. Suddenly I feel that I am roaming in this "fairyland". There is a veil-like mist floating in front of my eyes, piece by piece, like smoke ... I reached out and grabbed it, ha, I caught it! When I opened my hand and looked carefully, it had slipped through my fingers and was everywhere in the air, which made me confused. What a lovely fog! It is also like a clever makeup artist, who dyed the locks of black hair on my forehead into locks of silver, and the upper and lower eyelashes were covered with small crystal flowers. I closed my eyes for a while and then opened them. I just feel that my eyes are moist, cool and comfortable! After a while, the fog subsided, and the earth took off its thick velvet clothes and put on soft tulle. The branches and leaves of some big trees have shyly revealed their graceful posture from the fog, as if greeting the faint white clouds in the sky. Soft light also spilled down, all of which constituted a quiet and elegant gouache painting. I was intoxicated by the beautiful scenery of nature, and the outstanding painter Sun painted with great strokes. In an instant, I have been in a Ming Che world!
It is safer to copy documents, preferably old composition books.
It is better to write it yourself, as long as you think of the subject matter.