Bamboo, a symbol of tenacity, has strong vitality. No matter when and where, it always grows with indomitable spirit and never wants others to show off itself. A model of laxity and perseverance. Standing there straight all year round, motionless, like a soldier guarding the frontier. Its leaves are green, clusters, like countless needles, always guarding every inch of the motherland.
A model of laxity and perseverance. Standing there straight all year round, motionless, like a soldier guarding the frontier. Its leaves are green, clusters, like countless needles, always guarding every inch of the motherland.
Does "three friends in cold years" refer to only three kinds of plants? No, it also means indomitable spirit. And isn't this spirit what we lack?
2. Write a composition, spring prose poems, and imitate Mr. Lu Xun's Snow Spring and Zhu Ziqing.
Looking forward to, looking forward to, the east wind is coming, and the pace of spring is approaching.
Everything looked like I had just woken up, and I opened my eyes with joy. The mountains moistened, the water rose and the sun blushed.
The tender green grass crawled out of the ground. In the garden and in the field, look, there are many such trees. Sit, lie down, roll twice, kick a few balls, run a few laps, grab a few laps. The wind is light and the grass is soft.
Peach trees, apricot trees and pear trees, you won't let me, and I won't let you. They are all full of flowers. Red is like fire, pink is like chardonnay and white is like snow. Flowers are sweet; When I closed my eyes, the tree seemed to be covered with peaches, Xinger and pears. Hundreds of bees are buzzing under the flowers, and butterflies of different sizes are flying around. Wild flowers are everywhere: miscellaneous, famous and nameless, scattered in the grass like eyes and stars, blinking and blinking.
"Blow your face and chill the breeze" is good, like a mother's hand touching you. The wind smells of earth, mixed with the smell of grass and all kinds of flowers, all brewing in the slightly humid air. Birds nest in flowers and leaves. They are very happy. Call friends to show off her crisp voice and sing tactfully, which is in harmony with the cool breeze and flowing water. The shepherd boy's piccolo on the cow's back rang all day at this time.
Rain is the most common and lasts for three or two days. Don't be upset. You see, it is like a cow, like a needle, like a filament, densely woven diagonally, and there is a thin layer of smoke on the roof. The leaves are bright green, and the grass is green to the eyes. At night, the lights turned on, and a little dim light set off a quiet and peaceful night. In the countryside, on the roadside and on the stone bridge, there are people walking slowly with umbrellas, and farmers working in the fields wearing their hats. Their houses are scattered and silent in the rain.
There are more kites in the sky and more children on the ground. Every family in urban and rural areas, old and young, came out one by one. Relax, be full of energy and do your own thing. "A year's plan lies in spring" is just the beginning, and there are still many efforts and hopes.
Spring is like a newborn doll. It's new from head to toe and still growing.
Spring is like a little girl walking with a beautiful smile.
Spring is like a strong young man with iron arms and legs, leading us forward.
Green leaves spit, swallows return. The most distinctive thing on campus is several clusters of Tibetan spring flowers. Yellow flowers grow from the ground to the top. They seem to have an appointment to smile at you together. Yellow warms the heart. Sometimes people are not as good as a flower. How happy flowers are, and how many happy days are there in a person's life?
3. Imitate prose poems of 100 to 200 words. If I become a breeze, in order to protect it, I will watch the green wicker fluttering gently in the changes of the four seasons, mixed with dancing moss and silent.
Son, can you feel it?
If you secretly shed tears that night,
Whispering my name, I can only wipe it carefully,
I wish I could dry those tears.
I want to blow away the wild flowers flying in the fields in spring.
Let fragrance decorate your elegant skirt,
I remember that it was a dress I made for you that year, and I can't embroider petals.
When you walk through midsummer, I will encourage those leaves,
Send you a cooling-off period.
It was a busy night, and my little face was sweating under the light.
I don't have time to fan you,
I hope the coolness can make up for it
When you see the gold falling in autumn,
I want to pick a maple leaf, and the fiery red color is dotted with delicate veins.
I hope you can pick up that fallen leaf,
That's a bookmark I carefully selected for you and put it in that old diary.
I know your silence, write down your sadness, but tell me your happiness.
I think I want to share that loneliness.
When you sigh about winter,
Maybe,
I can't give it any more,
That cold wind, I want to take it away quietly,
Even if loneliness and loneliness are intertwined, it is better than cold.
If you call my name,
Mom, where are you?
It's time to leave,
Even the breeze of the four seasons can only be silently guarded.
I can't take up any time.
I want to become a breeze, quietly, accompany you through the four seasons,
Through the future that has never been reached,
Nevertheless,
The past is like the wind.
4. The seventh grade composition imitates "Two Prose Poems", with no less than 500 words. Big beauty dragged her long and short legs, shook her big * *, squeezed her bulging chest like a hen that had been laying eggs, giggling as she walked. This kind of expression and state that tied to the yard rhubarb dog cried again. As a messenger of peace, Xiue is busy pulling the yellow dog to prevent it from breaking free and making mistakes. But who knows? I don't know what happened to the dog today. It desperately wants to get rid of Xiue's involvement, desperately wants to run to a limping beauty, as if it won't stop until it bites. Soo-e finally couldn't stop. I don't know where it got its strength, but suddenly it broke free from the rope tied to it and went straight to the beauty.
"mama ah! Scared me to death. Come on, come on ... Look at that dog! Scared to death, dog ... dog ... my god! " This beautiful woman was enjoying the feeling of being flattered, but she was scared out of her wits by the sudden attack. Rhubarb dog, who followed her, made an angry voice. She bit the trouser leg of the great beauty with sharp teeth and pulled the frightened great beauty. Her mouth kept purring. It seems to tell people that she doesn't like this unexpected guest. Such a scene scared the daylights out of the great beauty. She struggled to get rid of rhubarb dog's bite and ran like crazy. It doesn't matter if you run, it will be miserable to torture the long and short legs that have not been tested. To outsiders, it seems that once the dog loses its center of gravity, it will eat shit. Rhubarb dog, like an assassin, really killed the scenery of a beautiful woman, and she didn't understand the 10 thousand kinds of amorous feelings of this woman, which scared her out of her wits and ran away. ...
This world of love and hate is constantly interpreting different versions of the story. However, this episode has no happy ending. In the face of a series of farce, people live in this world, no matter how time changes, they can't escape the joys and sorrows endowed by fate. As bystanders, we can only wait and see.
5. Eight essays (easy to imitate) Write a few here first. The true meaning of happiness in life, we often see some people optimistic and others pessimistic. Why? In fact, the world we live in is no different, but our inner attitudes towards life are different. The best illustration of this problem is a sign I saw in front of a doughnut shop, which said, "The difference between an optimist and a pessimist is very subtle: the optimist sees the doughnut, while the pessimist sees the small hole in the doughnut."
This short humorous remark reveals the essence of happiness. In fact, what people see with their eyes is often not the whole picture of things, but what they want to seek.
Optimists and pessimists pursue different things, so they take two different attitudes towards the same thing. One day, I stood in front of the counter of a jewelry store and put a package with some books beside it.
When a well-dressed and handsome man came in and began to look at the jewels on the counter, I moved my bag politely, but the man looked at me angrily. He said he was an honest man and had no intention of stealing my bag. Feeling insulted, he slammed the door and walked out of the jewelry store.
I am surprised that such an unintentional move should cause him to be so angry. Later, I learned that this man and I seem to live in two different worlds. In fact, the world is the same. The difference is that he and I have completely opposite views on things.
One morning a few days later, I woke up in a bad mood. I thought this day would be spent in a monotonous routine, and I felt how boring and boring the world was. When I was crowded in the dense traffic jam and slowly drove to the city center, I was full of resentment and thought: Why do so many idiots get driver's licenses? They drive too fast or too slow, and few people drive during rush hours. These people should have their driving licenses revoked.
Later, I came to an intersection with a big truck at the same time, and I thought, "This guy is driving a big car, and he will definitely take it straight." But just then, the truck driver put his head out of the window, waved to me and gave me a cheerful and happy smile.
When I drove away from the intersection, my anger suddenly disappeared completely and my mind was suddenly enlightened. The truck driver's behavior made me feel like I was in another world.
But in fact, the world remains the same, and the only difference is our attitude. Everyone will have similar episodes in life, and these episodes are the best way for us to pursue happiness.
To live happily, you must first change your attitude. I think this is the true meaning of happiness! The young monk sweeps the fallen leaves. There is a young monk who is responsible for cleaning the fallen leaves in the temple yard every morning.
It is really hard work to get up in the morning and sweep the fallen leaves, especially in autumn and winter. Every time the wind blows, the leaves always fly and fall with the wind. It takes a lot of time to clean the leaves every morning, which makes the young monk have a headache.
He has been trying to find a good way to relax himself. Later, a monk said to him, "Shake the tree vigorously before cleaning tomorrow and shake all the fallen leaves down, so you don't have to sweep the fallen leaves the day after tomorrow." .
The young monk thought it was a good idea, so he got up early the next day and shook the tree hard, so that he could sweep up the fallen leaves today and tomorrow at once. The young monk is very happy all day.
The next day, the young monk went to the yard and looked dumbfounded. May the leaves fall all over the ground as in the past.
The old monk came up to the young monk and said, "Silly boy, no matter how hard you try today, the leaves will still fall tomorrow." . The little monk finally realized that there are many things in the world that cannot be advanced. Only living in the present seriously is the truest attitude towards life.
Many people like to advance tomorrow's troubles and want to get rid of tomorrow's troubles early. If you have trouble tomorrow, you can't solve it today. You have daily life lessons to hand in every day. Try to do your homework today. Beautiful white dot He was originally a formal employee of a government agency and was imprisoned for embezzlement of public funds.
After he got out of prison, he was deeply disappointed and helpless about what others thought of him. In order to get rid of himself, he decided to visit a respected old painter.
The old painter took him directly to his small studio. Without saying a word, he picked up a piece of white paper, drew a mass of black on it with a brush, and handed it to him conveniently. ? He looked for a long time, but he could see nothing. It's just a piece of white paper covered with black.
For a moment, he wondered if the old painter was playing a trick on himself. Isn't that black alluding to the stain on yourself? The old painter looked at his expression and said with a smile, "Look carefully at what is left in the black I painted?" He lowered his head and told the old painter something: "I saw a white spot in the dark." The old painter said, "What's the difference between white spots outside that mass of black and large areas of white?" He looked at it carefully again, and this time he answered the old painter in surprise: "I see their difference!" " That white spot is whiter than the white paper outside the black mass. "
He didn't understand: "It's the primary color of white paper, why does the white point look whiter?" The old painter asked him, "Isn't this the answer you are looking for today?" He thought about it and finally understood the old painter's intention. A few days later, an ordinary shop appeared on the street, and his boss was him.
Year after year, he became the most powerful real estate developer in this city. ? A little white dot.
The beauty of it is that exposing a person's stain is not terrible. As long as you are self-motivated and repent with your heart, you will have a good effect of "getting rid of mud and not touching". No one is perfect, and everyone in real life will have some shortcomings and deficiencies. I hope you and I can face up to ourselves, strive to be that beautiful white spot and constantly expand it.
Real wealth and blue sky are intoxicating, and the sea is calm. In the morning, an old fisherman sat leisurely by the sea, smoking a cigarette and staring at the sea, next to his fishing boat.
He looks satisfied and comfortable, and has no worries in his heart. At this time, a monopoly appeared.
Rich man: "Why are you sitting here smoking in such fine weather?" Old fisherman: "It's a beautiful day today.
6. Imitate prose poems, songs of rain, songs of waves and songs of white clouds.
I am the daughter of the sea and the earth. Mother Earth married me to the blue sky, and the glittering and translucent water drops were my dowry from father Ocean.
In the morning, I turned into a veil-like mist, sending shining dew to Mother Earth and washing away the dirt on her green hair; At night, I turned naughty into cool dew and wiped the dust off my skin for my mother who had worked hard all day. In warm spring, I am my mother's air freshener. On a hot summer day, I helped my father send a summer shower to my mother and all her children. When the air is crisp in autumn, it is my saddest time. I snuggle with the blue sky, the sky is high and the clouds are light, which is the best interpretation of our love. In winter, I am a beautiful catkin, like a drunk floating from the air, rushing to the warm embrace of my parents with deep affection, expecting to become more pure and flawless again in the spring after winter.
Life is the same. There are four seasons, but things change. Spring rain, autumn frost, summer rain and winter snow are all my gorgeous dances and beautiful songs. This is my life. I am willing to go round and round for everything I love. What I get in the loop will be
7. Prose poems imitate fallen leaves in autumn
Spring, summer, autumn and winter alternate. We have gone through a bright green spring and a colorful summer, and come to this fiery autumn full of * * *.
Fallen leaves are the most striking focus of beauty. The autumn wind swept through the Woods, leaving leaves behind. They dance lightly in the air, like a beautiful butterfly and dancing elves.
Some people say that autumn leaves are withered and worthless. I don't think so. Autumn leaves are sacred. Although fallen leaves are no longer lovely in spring and vigorous in summer, they are the most valuable dedication of fallen leaves under withering. When the leaves are covered in the spring of March, they begin to absorb sunlight and air, blossom and bear fruit. When the sun is scorching, the leaves join hands to form a huge umbrella, which brings coolness to the birds. When autumn comes, the withered autumn leaves still decorate the earth with gold and red, showing their final beauty to the world. Autumn wind blows, autumn leaves fall peacefully and openly, blend into the soil, turn into nutrients, and give birth to the hope of spring. I believe that there will be a faint smile of autumn leaves in the bud next spring. Ah! This is the cycle of life!
Ah! Autumn leaves, you are a fairy tale full of affection. You left in a hurry without leaving any dazzling brilliance. You fly gently, regardless of whether you get any praise, but you are so satisfied and serene. It is your personality that makes you absorb the air and sunshine and breed flowers all over the sky. The fragrance of melons and fruits is selfless. You exhausted your youth and left the last dazzling and golden autumn with your dying body.
You openly let the autumn wind take you back to the earth, melt into the soil, turn it into nutrients, and nurture the hope of spring! Autumn leaves, you are the hymn of life. All hearts are baptized because of you. With the autumn sunset, you left in a hurry, leaving no dazzling brilliance. You fly down gently and turn a limited life into eternity. ...
8. The best parody of urgent prose is about life (personal opinion, no absolute).
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Time is a song with mixed lyrics of you and me. Time is very old, it has gone through countless years of reincarnation; It is still very young, because we are still experiencing its significance.
Time is bitter, just like coffee without sugar. Bitter and fragrant. My former friend said, I don't know why. Originally, I swore not to drink bitter coffee, but I couldn't help reaching for the top of the cupboard.
Time is like tea, I am lost in it. Tea smells good, and the rising steam smells good. In the faint song, I am confused, looking at the distance, looking at something. I also forgot, maybe, I am enjoying my own unique silence.
Time is merciless, it ignores your pleading and takes away your things. For example: tears. Or, time. Ruthless, right? Very heartless. At least, we still have some memories, though, memories make you more miserable. Memory is sweet. They remind you of yesterday. There are no colors and tears in memories, because memories don't need tears, just smile, because memories can deceive people the most. It makes you indulge in the past and forget the future.
Terrible? Terrible, but memories will make people cry. Because of what? Is it because the years left the last tear? Perhaps this is a memory. Recalling the past, did we cry?
Tears are salty, surprisingly salty and bitter, three points more bitter than that cup of bitter coffee. Time is the most depressing thing. It makes our faces old and takes away our troubles. Went far, far away. I wonder if there will be our innocent smile.
Have we changed and become mature? Actually, we are naive. We thought we were mature, but we haven't changed. It's just that too much praise makes us lose ourselves.
Song is sad, tea is cold. Holding it in your hand, there is no fragrance, just cold. Looking out the window, some swallows stopped on the clothesline. They are really carefree, unlike us, who are obviously heartbroken but pretend to be naive. Hypocrisy Hypocrisy and helplessness. I saw a few sparrows flying over the window, twittering and carefree. Slowly, tears fell into the cup. Is tea bitter, too?
On one occasion, a friend said that bitter coffee has no taste of its own: bitter is bitter, fragrant or fragrant, just deja vu. I believed it, but now, I don't believe it, because bitter coffee is really bitter and astringent, and it is difficult to enter the throat. Frown, yes, frown, but I enjoy a process: the bitterness that makes people cry, much like the vicissitudes of time.
As time goes on, we begin to feel that time flies. Time flies, the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle. Right? That's right. Time is like the wind, blowing away the years and bringing desolation. That kind of desolation makes us helpless.
In reincarnation, we still remember: I was helpless in my last life. Or maybe, we tell ourselves that when people are alive, we have to expect something. We are very careful, we are very careful, lest we annoy the years, then we don't even have the taste of tears.
The sunset is beautiful, not so beautiful as to make people crazy. Surprisingly, another day passed.