Borrow lyric prose 1
wind
Cheng Yi
Wind, you are a member of nature, and I can't praise you with any words.
I admire your bravery and lightness. You traveled all over the world in an instant.
Wind, you are emotional.
When you are angry, you destroy people's houses and crops.
But when you are in a good mood, you will gently touch people's cheeks, bringing a chill.
Wind, crazy running, carefree running, I want to enjoy a free life like you!
In spring, with a brush, everything recovers.
In summer, you always sing the happiest songs.
In autumn, you quietly roll down the leaves.
In winter, you throw clouds of snow on the ground.
Wind, roar hard and howl hard, that's your own voice!
Lyric prose by borrowing things II
Ye de's life
Wei Peng
I am the child of mother Dashu. She gave me nutrition and made me grow.
In spring, nourished by the rain, I gradually leaned out of the fresh branches and came to this world.
In summer, I grow quite vigorously. I use chloroplasts in mesophyll to carry out photosynthesis, and convert inorganic salts delivered to me by my mother tree into organic substances for her use.
In autumn, time is really a knife! It makes me black and ugly. When the wind blows, I fly lightly. Am I dying?
In winter, Mother Tree lost the protection of our children. She was tortured by the cold wind, but her mother persisted.
I'm glad I can finally contribute to my uncle and mother. I was gradually decomposed by decomposers in nature, turned into inorganic salt, and was reabsorbed by mother tree.
Next, thousands of leaves will die, fall and be reabsorbed like me.
How great it is to be able to exert what little strength I have left when I die.
Although no one cares, no one knows that you exist, which is worth it!
Everyone will experience death. Let's pursue a meaningful life together in a seemingly short life!
Lyric prose by borrowing things 3
land
Li Zheming
Speaking of dirty, I really have no words to describe it. It is so common that people disdain to look at it; Vulgar enough to grow flowers and grass forever; It's selfish. As long as there is no water, the grass will wither or nothing will grow.
The storm, the storm came silently.
The storm destroyed everything.
After the storm, the flowers fell and the tenacious weeds could not stand up.
The scenery on the earth has become less interesting, and desolation has become the main theme of the earth.
However, when the sun shone on the earth again, the decadent flowers and plants on the earth miraculously recovered overnight.
They straightened up and swayed happily in the warm wind.
I finally understand that this soil, though ordinary, is extremely extraordinary! It is it that contains the intricate roots of life; It is it that gives life a steady stream of nutrition.
Without this ordinary soil, how can there be the richness of spring flowers and autumn fruits?
Dirt! You have a broader mind than heaven and earth. May I call you that? Mother Earth? Really?
Mom, if I were a flower, you would be dirt.
After the storm, who can keep me alive without you?
It is another spring. In the field, the soil has already broken through the shackles of the severe winter, and it is emitting an unpretentious fragrance of flowers and grass.