The ancients chanted a cloud: "Luhua flying snow rises and clears up, misty rain dims and lemons look wonderful.
Take a bath in the depths of Bai Ou, and the boat will move around the five lakes. " This is a reed flower in poetry and a whisper in my heart.
I like the slight deer snow, falling all over the sky, whispering in my ear, approaching myself gently by myself, with a peaceful mind, long or short thoughts and quick or slow steps. I vaguely remember the half-year time, and the beauty and happiness I felt when I came here with my father.
Autumn is the most plump and attractive mature season for reeds. The reed leaves are getting white, and the reed ears are wrapped and slim.
The full reed ear turns from lavender to pink, the reed flowers are in full bloom, and the bitter fleabane bitter fleabane loosens a piece of glistening flowers. When the wind blows at first, the reeds float leisurely in the sky with the wind, which is the fascinating "flying snow with reeds".
In the season when the reed flowers are flying, they are as white as snow and as soft as clouds. The flowers are gently blowing and floating by the water. The misty boat swings on the Apollo, and the boat slips on the shoulders of the sunset. It is like a bride in a snow-white wedding dress, and the breeze blows, and you dance like a dream, thus remembering your Lu Qing Xiang's face. You just rose from the smoke, swayed out of my heart and went with the wind.
Mizunokami, on the shore, is as thin as a river. Like a simple and clean woman who is far away from the world, with long hair hanging down her shoulders and floating like a fairy, she can't help but sigh: "You are as beautiful as a dream, and you are as elegant as a reed flower."
in the reeds, flocs are falling; On the bank of the water, reed flowers bloom. Occasionally, there is no wind, such as scattered solitary sails, which can become home everywhere; Occasionally, the river breeze is faint, which drives the reed flowers on both sides of the strait, like a fine wave.
the scattered tidbits are dancing lightly, the setting sun is getting drunk, the clouds are getting low, and the autumn scenery is beautiful. Lu Hua thinly spread a white gauze on the ground.
At this time, there is no wind, and there is only a slight breeze occasionally. When you look up, the reeds in the sky are fluttering in various postures, random or far-fetched, rushing or unwinding. Take a walk in the light snow-like reeds, and listen to the pure and transparent sounds of nature floating in the reeds.
If a person walks silently and carefully recalls the beautiful moments of life, those days that touched others and made him feel excited are wonderful and beautiful. The reed flowers in my dream gently ignite a river of spring water, like the daughter of sweets, with broken wings, leaving behind the beauty between the flowers with heavy makeup and light touch.
smile, like a reed flower in full bloom, is comfortable and quiet.
2. A short composition praising the reed flowers (8 words)
Walk in the light snow-like reed flowers and listen to the pure and clear sounds of nature floating in the reed flowers. If a person walks silently and carefully recalls the beautiful moments of life, those days that touched others and made him feel excited are wonderful and beautiful. The reed flowers in my dream gently ignite a river of spring water, like the daughter of sweets, with broken wings, leaving behind the beauty between the flowers with heavy makeup and light touch. Smile, like a reed flower in full bloom, comfortable and quiet.
The thoughts blooming in the blood have been dispersed with the wind. When the night falls on my forehead, my feet are deep in my heart, dancing around my bones, and when it is looming, the reed flowers are like snowflakes all over my sky and my land. Feel the quiet deer snow, which is the monologue of the soul and the extension of life. No one can imagine that he is walking in the strange realm of deer snow, but the mood as light as silk can't be clearly expressed in words. This is the reed flower in his heart. After several years, I can't forget this feeling. I like this reed flower whisper, and put myself between me and no me, between things and nothing.
and whose messenger will this reed flower be tonight? The night wind sings without trace, deeply infecting the moonlight! Tonight, the reed flower is speechless. In this initial purity, will you still show your bud if the flowers wither overnight? Woman like a reed flower, whose eyes are blooming with your fragrance, and whose figure is the green vine winding up? Whose lips contain dreams, such as a small flame, beating endlessly! Nowadays, the water in Wangjiang is always flowing, the water is moving, and the reed is far away, blowing through the Tang, Song, Ming and Qing Dynasties, flowing through the romantic, far beyond the eaves near the water in past lives ... No matter how the years pass, it is difficult for the reed flower to get out of a tired lingering, burning reed flower and warm and cold memory. Looking back at Guanshan Mountain, all the prosperity is far away, and your name is like water.
3. Jianjia is rewritten as a composition. < P > The reeds along the river are blue and green, < P > The white dew condenses into frost in late autumn.
The person I miss day and night,
is on the other side of the river.
Looking upstream,
The road is dangerous and long.
looking for it downstream,
it seems to be in the middle of the water.
The reeds along the river are lush,
The dew has not dried in the morning.
My haunted man,
is on the other side of the river.
Looking upstream,
The road is bumpy and difficult to climb.
looking down the river,
it seems to be in the middle of the sandbar.
The reeds along the river are more lush,
The Millennium still lingers in the morning.
The person I'm pursuing hard,
is on the other side of the river.
looking upstream,
the road is dangerous and circuitous.
looking down the river,
it's like a sandbar in the water.
4. Guan Ju rewrote 3-word composition
In the morning, the sky was just a little pale.
The morning dew in late autumn is frosty and white in the cold wind of Thurso, which is particularly depressed.
On the lake, the reeds float, sometimes in the autumn wind, and sometimes fall on the water, which can't excite the ripples, but they dye the autumn water helplessly.
On the bank, there is a man standing alone in the severe frost, looking at the lake hidden by the reeds, with an indifferent look and no flowing breath, just standing alone, as if waiting for something.
On the other side, outside the reeds, there is a house, with shallow tiles and faint walls. Against the backdrop of the flying reeds, it also has a little out-of-touch taste. Perhaps this house is inhabited by a graceful and graceful woman who is also out-of-touch, and she may not know that there is an infatuated person on the other side who is willing to spend his life to protect her at this moment when the reed flowers are flying and the silver frost is condensed into a bleak season.
he and she, one on the shore, the other in the middle of the water, can't be reached.
There are still so many reeds, floating gracefully with the wind, stretching their slender waist. Large tracts of white frost gradually melted into shallow dew, and the fog arose. He still stood there, with no other expression and no other action. Between his brow, he portrayed firmness.
The houses on the other side of the river become more faint in the gloom, like a mirage, which is a real dream. She is in a dream, but does she know?
He and she, one on the shore and the other in the water, are near, but still separated by a lake. In autumn, reed flowers float, blurring each other's sight.
The sun has already revealed his face, and the reeds are enjoying a warm touch in the sun. The fog gradually dissipates, the morning dew is slightly dry, and the water is still hazy. He is still standing like that, his clear eyes are still staring at the other side, and the graceful figure is shaded by the reeds, which seems to be a flash of gloom.
And she, standing in the autumn wind, with long black hair floating like a reed flower, looked at the lake like a flying reed flower in Xue Hai, but never saw those eyes and those regrets ...
He and she, one on the shore and the other in the water, were not far apart, but always missed the sunset ...
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sunset and lonely Qi Fei, autumn waters * * * the sky is the same.
he was still standing there, but the shadow on the other side disappeared.
"It's night, and it's time to go back to see the scenery." A faint voice came from behind him. He suddenly turned around, and she turned around. Before he could pour out his love, she left ...
Looking at the back of her departure, he felt disappointed ...
He and she were always separated by a lake!
he left abruptly.
However, he forgot to take his heart with him. His heart is always on the other side of the shore.
She is the most beautiful scene in his heart. In the season of dancing reed flowers, a heart is broken.
5. Rewriting the composition
The night is getting dark, and the afterglow of the setting sun is gradually dying in the distant mountains and rivers, and the ships that went fishing in the rivers are coming back one after another.
An old fisherman was swinging leisurely on the river with a paddle and a pipe, his face beaming. The back cabin of the boat is full of fish, big and small, bouncing and active. At this time, several fishing boats have stopped on the river. The old fisherman found a suitable place, docked the boat, and walked into the front cabin without tying it, smiling.
The moon came out, and the faint moonlight reflected the dim fishing boat and the white reed flowers on the shore, with a silver glow. The river became so quiet. In the village near the river, the lights dimmed in dribs and drabs. The moonlight is so soft that even the reed flowers on the shore are intoxicated by this scenery.
gradually, the stars in the sky became thinner and the moon fell. The fishing boat began to purr softly, and the fishermen who had worked all day were intoxicated in a sweet dream.
the wind is blowing. Naughty wind girl stroking the boat gently, as if writing a lullaby; The reeds on the shore nodded in the breeze, and the white reeds fell on the river, very light and light, even scaring the fishermen's good dreams. The fishing boat swayed and rocked gently. Even if the wind is stronger, it is reluctant to swing out of this intoxicating shallow beach with white reeds.
6. Rewriting the love essay "Bianjia"
Ponds, reeds, frost, autumn water (prose version of "Jianjia")-misty fog, very cool late autumn, let go of your mood and pursue the truth that I don't know if there will be.
the autumn wind is swaying gently, making waves on the sea of reeds. Open your arms and breathe the morning air deeply and freely.
wet, with a faint smell of reed leaves. Close my eyes and let the wind brush my long hair and touch my cheek lightly.
raise my white gauze skirt. Oh, is this the "autumn water Iraqis" mentioned in that poem? And where is he in my heart? On the road, there are broken reed leaves, which are very comfortable to step on in response to the early morning moisture and soft soil.
It's like a Persian carpet at home, with that kind of gentle happiness. The road turns circuitous, and this winding road takes me to find the vision in my heart.
The crystal autumn frost covers the whole body of reed and is as bright as pearls. Like sweet lovers snuggling together, inseparable.
The skirt gently lifted the reed tip, and a few grains of white frost turned into water, finding the final destination of his life. Oh, he is my home in my heart. Where is he? Going upstream, the road becomes difficult and steep.
the first sunshine in the morning comes down. Heaven and earth, space, become warm
The newly rising reed belongs to Ye Qingqing. Frost breaks through the sun's admiration, dazzling, and thin fog looms, instantly turning the world into a sea full of love.
oh, life is beautiful. I wonder when that ray of sunshine in my life will shine into my heart. Where is he in my heart? Stop, I have come to the sandbar in the water, and the fog around me is gradually fading, and the frost on the reed is slowly melting.
the breeze blows, and it seems that there is no longer so much chill. The reed tide rises and falls, the fog floats, and the bright sunshine adorns this beautiful scene with a new look, and the late autumn is decorated so beautifully.
The fresh morning breeze keeps blowing my hair. I am looking for him in my heart-along the winding river, although the road is difficult and tortuous, the pursuit of happiness is full of hope. Gently pull up the left and right skirt corners with both hands, and slowly move forward and forward. I can't help but raise my white gauze skirt, swing my waist, and dance beside the reed pond in late autumn.
I suddenly recall the scene in the movie Myth where Princess Koryo danced for Meng Yi, the general of the Qin Dynasty. And the affectionate "-------this dance, I only dance for you".
I wonder if I can see him in my heart-oh, when will he find you? This article is for reference, and your approval is the motivation for my answer. Please adopt it.
7. within 3 words of the essay
(the essay changed from "Jian Jian")
Ponds, reeds, frost, autumn water-
misty fog, very cold late autumn, let go of your mood.
the autumn wind is swaying gently, making waves on the sea of reeds. Open your arms and breathe the morning air deeply and freely. Wet, with a faint smell of reed leaves. Close my eyes and let the wind brush my long hair and touch my cheek lightly. Raise my white gauze skirt. Oh, is this the "autumn water Iraqis" mentioned in that poem? And where is he in my heart?
on the road, there are broken reed leaves, which are very comfortable to step on in response to the early morning moisture and soft soil. Like the Persian carpet at home, it has that kind of gentle happiness. The road turns circuitous, and this winding road takes me to find the vision in my heart. The crystal autumn frost covered the whole body of reed, as bright as pearls. Like sweet lovers snuggling together, inseparable. The skirt gently lifted the reed tip, and a few grains of frost turned into water, finding the final destination of his life. Oh, he is my home in my heart. Where is he?
upstream, the road becomes difficult and steep. The first sunshine in the morning came down. Heaven and earth, space, become warm The rising reed of Ye Qingqing. Frost breaks through the sun's admiration, dazzling, and thin fog looms, instantly turning the world into a sea full of love. Oh, life is beautiful. I wonder when that ray of sunshine in my life will shine into my heart. Where is he in my heart?
I stopped, and I came to the sandbar in the water. The fog around me gradually faded, and the frost on the reed was slowly melting. Breeze blowing, it seems that there is no longer so much chill. The reed tide rises and falls, the fog floats, and the bright sunshine adorns this beautiful scene with a new look, and the late autumn is decorated so beautifully. The fresh morning breeze keeps blowing my hair, and I am looking for him in my heart-
Along the winding river, although the road is difficult and tortuous, the pursuit of happiness is full of hope. Gently pull up the left and right skirt corners with both hands, and slowly move forward and forward. I can't help but raise my white gauze skirt, swing my waist, and dance beside the reed pond in late autumn. I suddenly remembered the scene of Princess Koryo dancing for Meng Yi, the general of the Qin Dynasty, in the movie Myth. And the affectionate "-------this dance, I only dance for you". I wonder if I can see him in my heart-
Oh, when will he find you in my heart?
Pond, reed, frost, autumn water-
Misty fog, very cold late autumn, let go of your mood and pursue the truth that I don't know if there will be.
the autumn wind is swaying gently, making waves on the sea of reeds. Open your arms and breathe the morning air deeply and freely. Wet, with a faint smell of reed leaves. Close your eyes and let the wind blow.