1. Write an article with intoxication
Flowers make me intoxicated. The spring breeze whistled loudly, and the earth opened its sleepy eyes, and then smiled like a flower.
Overnight, like a thawing river, all the flowers arrived as scheduled, overwhelming the sky. The small calyx can no longer hide its full thoughts, and it bursts into full bloom, raising cups of all sizes, singing and dancing in the March wind.
As a result, the eyes are full of flowers of all kinds, "the shadows of the flowers on the four sides are angry with the tide", "thousands of flowers are pressing down on the branches", and the nose is full of bright and dark fragrance, moistening it. In the long courtyard where "spring rain is ruthless and as light as sorrow" and on the country roads where "freely flying flowers are as light as dreams", there is a flood of flowers. "Flowers bloom and fall for twenty days, and everyone in the city is crazy about it." "There is nothing in the south of the Yangtze River." , talk about giving a spring"... Flowers, flowers, flowers have become the most dazzling scenery and the most eye-catching tokens of the four seasons. Here are the beautiful and fragrant peonies, here are the pure summer lotuses, here are the autumn chrysanthemums with high wind and frost, here are the winter plums with cold and proud snow, the world of flowers is intoxicating... One flower and one world, one leaf and one leaf. Qiankun.
Beautiful flowers are a metaphor for beautiful youth, flourishing. In fact, isn’t human life just like a flower? As beautiful as she is, as short-lived as she is.
Life blooms like a flower, trembling and fluttering, and finally "there is nothing to boast about, so the flower falls away" and is lost in the dust of the times. As a result, people often lament that "the flowers are silent with tears in their eyes, and the red flowers fly across the swing", and "as soon as the spring is gone, the beauty of the river is old, and the flowers fall and people die without knowing it."
A piece of "The Burial of Flowers", in a thousand years, how many tears and wine will be buried with it! Such a delicate life, but "the wind, the sword, the frost, the sword force each other", can only lose its beauty, lose its beauty, and "turn into mud and grind into dust". Is there a fatalistic causal relationship between the beauty's withered beauty and her misfortune? If you think about it carefully, the flowers are innocent.
If you don’t see it, some flowers “would rather die with their fragrance on the branches than to be blown away by the north wind.” The poet’s sigh is as vast as mist and rain, and it has been reincarnated to this day. After all, “the flowers are the same every year.” It’s true. Seeking revenge for no reason, "Everyone is different every year"... Pushing the cloud road, hiding in the clouds, crossing the East China Sea, I am back, looking at the spring breeze ten miles away, the fireworks and tears in my hometown, I finally realized: the meaning of life It lies in cherishing the days with flowers, "If you have flowers, you must break them off, don't wait until there are no flowers to break branches"; it lies in cherishing every day in life when flowers bloom, "life is as gorgeous as summer flowers". When "the flowers fade and the flowers fly all over the sky", some young people will really wonder: How many flowers have fallen in the dream? Then you can pick up the flowers and make a smile.
Flowers make me intoxicated... [Brief Comment] Because I love life, I am intoxicated with nature. The beauty of flowers is everywhere, but it is not easy to express beautiful emotions in beautiful language.
But the young author did it almost perfectly, which was first of all due to her extensive accumulation and understanding. You see, the poems of Du Fu, Bai Juyi, Ouyang Xiu and other great masters are randomly picked up and embellished in them, just right, making the whole text overflowing with color. From it, we can not only appreciate the author's extraordinary language control ability, but also appreciate his subtle emotions.
Let us all be thoughtful people in life, observe the world with a pair of "intelligent eyes", and perceive the world with a warm heart, then everything will become sparkling and affectionate. The article combines emotions with scenery, is logical and contagious.
The long hometown water makes me intoxicated. Grandma’s home is in the countryside of Suzhou. It is isolated from the hustle and bustle of the world, leaving only the lingering local accent, the long hometown water, and the Biluochun brewed by grandma... "Here It is a world of water. Look at the small river in Chenxi running through everything in this small town. People, scenes and scenes blend into the water and gradually fade and disperse..." Listening to Mr. Yu Qiuyu telling the story of this small town's rural water, I couldn't help but feel... If you are in a trance, you should go for a walk by the water and feel the breath of the local water. It was summer, and the sun was blazing in the sky. As I was walking, I suddenly felt a breeze blowing. I followed the cool breeze and took a few steps. Sure enough, I found a quiet river flowing through the ancient water town.
Everything was silent, I tiptoed, not daring to break this unique tranquility. Does the river surface look like cold jade, a fairy mirror, or a plate of pearls and jade? I was stunned for a moment and didn't know how to modify it.
Of course, what I care about most is why the sunlight is so cool? Looking carefully, I found the reason. The red sun was shining directly into the middle of the river. The brilliant light scattered on the water, creating colorful light strips. The light strips seemed to be intoxicated by the clear water, and had shed all their layers. The hot Chinese robe finally turned into dots of light, forming a spiral shape in the soft waves, as if dancing the "eight" dance of the little bee... The breeze blew, and a group of wild ducks floated leisurely in the water. Crossing the layers of concentric circles, and then there are a few dragonflies, moistening their tongues with water. Isn't this scene just like "dragonflies fly with a splash of water"? People and scenery are truly harmonious and harmonious at this moment. With this inspiration, I stroke the tip of my pen and let the rain of hearts dance. I let my thoughts drift into the sky and my sorrow melt into the water. I am gentle. I wrote the first poem in my life - "Oriental Version of Venice". Inadvertently, a ray of setting sun spreads into the water. When I look up, I see a village girl with long braids washing clothes by the water with a stick. The birds are chirping softly above her head, and the chicks are whispering in her ears. She gently Wipe away pearly fragrant sweat.
In the distance, smoke rises from cooking stoves, and hazy green bricks and white tiles are vaguely visible.
I have no intention of leaving. I wonder if I am intoxicated by this heavenly beauty, or am I missing this angelic beauty of Suzhou? I don’t know how many people have been intoxicated by this long rural water, and I don’t know how many years of cultural heritage it has nourished.
The night is dark, the moon is like water, and the water is like the sky. I think quietly by the independent waterside: In this "back garden of Chinese culture", the local water intoxicated Tang Bohu, Jin Shengtan, and I was still a little... … [Brief Comment] In the examination room, it is not easy to write such lyrical prose with a spiritual style and rich artistic conception. The leisurely water of hometown arouses our homesickness. In the hot summer, reading such refreshing words makes people feel like a gurgling clear spring flowing into their hearts.
The young author is very good at creating artistic conceptions. Her simple descriptions make people feel like they are in an ancient water town in the south of the Yangtze River. Following her brushstrokes, the soul is intoxicated. This is her brilliance. The countryside makes me intoxicated. The countryside is a beautiful place. The countryside is a quiet place. The countryside is a place that is free from the world. The countryside is a simple place... - Inscription. Miss Chun brought me to a magical place. I am so happy here, the birds sang mellow songs for me, the butterflies danced for me, the frogs played the crisp snare drum for me, and the Grasshopper played my beloved guitar for me, Uncle Tree. 2. Write an essay on the topic of "intoxication"
There is a kind of love that makes me intoxicated
Even if the earth stops turning; even if the sun becomes dim tomorrow; even if the mist covers my eyes ; Even if the horizon in the distance has faded... When the soul is really tired and I look back quietly, I still have my destination. In that long river of love, I am intoxicated... Intoxicated with love, intoxicated with family affection, intoxicated with grandma's most beautiful love. Selfless devotion.
I will never forget my grandma’s wrinkled hands, which are the marks of hard work and the most intoxicating warmth surging in my heart. When I was a baby, it was these hands that gently held me, allowing me to see the wonderful world outside, and allowing me to feel the deep affection in the air, intertwined around me, and never dissipating. When I was a child, it was these hands that slowly fanned me, allowing me to fall asleep peacefully, letting me enjoy the coolest wind in the world, and letting me immerse myself in the sweetest dream in the world. I didn’t want to wake up for a long time, just because That reliance. But now, the love condensed in those hands has never faded. Although it is no longer a gentle touch or a slow fan, it can move me and make me intoxicated every moment.
I still remember that unbearable summer day. The hot air seemed to be burning, and the naughty water vapor didn't know where to hide to enjoy the coolness. It's hot, dry and unbearable. At this time, my parents left me alone at home due to work needs. Just when I kept complaining, my grandma came to me like an angel. Every afternoon, she took the trouble to drive several kilometers to my house, wash and cook for me, and kept the house spotless. And at night, when I was doing homework in the room, she would always watch TV quietly outside, and the sound of the TV, let alone me, even she didn't know if she could hear it clearly. No matter how sleepy or tired she is, she always waits for me silently and stays with me, as if she is afraid that I might need something at some point. She stays until I fall asleep and then goes to sleep. And the next morning, she had to rush back to take care of her young cousin. A month passed like this, every day. In this difficult, almost suffocating summer.
Not long ago, I went on a long trip alone for the first time and bought some gifts when I came back. Grandma’s share must be indispensable among them. When grandma held the exquisite gift box, her eyes were filled with joy, but her hands were reluctant to put them down. She kept praising me for being good, saying that I had grown up and become sensible... These situations were all described to me by my mother. As she spoke, ripples appeared in my heart, including a trace of joy, a trace of touch, and a trace of guilt. Yes, when my grandma paid for me without any regrets, I always seemed to accept it as a matter of course. I never thought about anything more, as if the earth revolves around me and the flowers have to be for me. bloom. But at this time, my small gift can exchange for grandma's great happiness. Perhaps, just because of that deep love, that intoxicating love.
Bathed in the long river of love, happiness, warmth, sweetness... When I walked bravely into the distance, leaving only a faint back, I seemed to hear the sound of nature from my heart, which was love. call. Grandma’s love is so deep, so selfless, so boiling, so love that I am intoxicated... 3. Write an essay based on "Intoxicated"
Intoxicated
Gently After turning the page, the fragrant smell of ink still lingers on my fingertips.
Intoxicated. Revel in the spring breeze blowing in the south of the Yangtze River beyond the Great Wall. Revel in the wailing of the lone eagle on the mountain tops, intoxicate in the buildings and pavilions where the guzheng sighs, and intoxicate in the roaring waves of Kohimar.
From then on, I truly felt the charm of books and was truly intoxicated by them. I truly found spiritual treasures in books.
I can’t forget that under the deep blue night sky and in the soft spring breeze, I read with great enthusiasm and hunger. That’s when my real understanding of books began.
It’s a feeling I’ve never had before. Just like Yu Boya was shocked when he met Zhong Ziqi by chance, just like Romeo fell in love at first sight when he met Juliet.
From Santiago’s frightening fight with the salmon, I saw an old man’s determination to fight unyieldingly against the sea; the beautiful scenery of Walden Pond and the swarms of fish and shrimp in the lake made me... I marveled at the beauty of nature; I followed the hunter's notes to appreciate the picturesque spring, summer, autumn and winter of the grassland; I captured the eagle's figure and was amazed by the desolation on the top of the mountain...
I was having a heart-to-heart conversation with the book. . The language in the book flows out like moonlight, so beautiful and beautiful, like a quiet and gentle moonlight song. We are talking with our hearts, and the dance music of our hearts is playing happily. We are thinking seriously, and the fountain of wisdom gushes out from the bottom of our hearts and flows continuously.
I love my books, and we seem to have known each other for a long time. I will continue to be intoxicated and immersed in my beautiful books... 4. Write an essay based on "What is intoxicated?"
Music is always so charming, making people intoxicated without knowing it.
China has five thousand years of history and culture, among which music is a highlight. A lot of Chinese classical music is guzheng music. It has soft melody, elegant tune and bright rhythm, which always gives people a beautiful enjoyment. For example, the famous Chinese guzheng song "High Mountains and Flowing Waters" has a very elegant artistic conception, giving people the feeling of "being in a clear spring and listening to music." The beautiful music expresses the artistic conception of mountains and flowing water vividly and fascinatingly, and it completely intoxicated me. Often, when I listen to classical music, I will show a satisfied expression and stay there, feeling that even after the performance is over, I still feel unfinished. Classical music can baptize my thoughts. Every time after listening to it, I will have a feeling of enlightenment and realize some enlightenment in life. How could this not make me intoxicated?
Western music is a different style than Chinese classical music. Most of its styles are passionate and have a strong sense of rhythm. When I listened to it, I felt that my whole body was full of energy. Among them, my personal favorite is Mozart's "String Serenade in G Major". Like most Western music, it is very dynamic and I was enthusiastic after listening to it. In particular, the music style of each section is different, and you will have a completely new feeling after listening to one section. Even when I am in a bad mood, listening to these Western music will immediately make me feel comfortable. Whenever I encounter something unpleasant, I will put my troubles behind me by listening to Western music. How can one not be intoxicated by such magical music?
The most "advanced" music is none other than pop music. As the name suggests, pop music is very popular music, and now many singers sing pop songs. Its styles are ever-changing, ranging from fast to slow to singing and dancing. Songs with a faster tempo will give people a feeling of excitement, and they will start to sing and dance unconsciously as they listen. This kind of music is very attractive. Every time I hear it anywhere, there will always be something in my mouth. He hummed along and started to dance without realizing it. My favorite is Jay Chou's "Compendium of Materia Medica". Whenever I hear this song being played, I will feel the blood flowing all over my body accelerate. That feeling - great! With such attractive music, it’s no wonder that I’m fascinated by it!
Listening to this intoxicating music, I marvel at the talent of the musicians and am often deeply intoxicated by it. 5. Write an article on the topic of "intoxication"
Spring, intoxicating spring
Another year of spring has come, spring has returned to the earth, full of spring spirit, and welcoming spring scenery. Let some greenery climb up the branches, attracting birds to perch on the branches and chirp, as if telling their feelings of being together with the green leaves. The green buds smiled, and the curious grasses couldn't bear their temper and quietly crawled out of the ground. , green. Look, the clover on the roadside has sprouted, and it is green in clusters. It is so green and eye-catching. It reminds me of the charming legend of the longed "shamrock". Every time I walk through the grass, I don’t even feel like taking another look, searching, and looking forward to the arrival of the happy “four-leaf clover”. Spring, the intoxicating spring, makes those unknown flowers red and delicate, pink and elegant, white as snow, yellow and beautiful, and purple as brocade. . Colorful flowers are vying to bloom first, greedily enjoying the spring nature, becoming a spring picture of "pink willows and green grass".
Spring, intoxicating spring, the harmonious spring spirit suddenly fills the entire nature, the sun is shining brightly, everything is revived, and the eyes are full of green. The naughty children have already put on light clothes, frolicing and playing, moving lightly in the breath of spring, enjoying the warm sunshine and the moisture of rain and dew. On the streets, there are people in twos and threes, walking, exercising, hiking, or outing. There is an endless stream of people coming and going. Spring rain is as precious as oil. A misty rain floats down gently. On the morning of spring, the fresh air spreads out. It is like a spring rain that "good rain knows the season. When spring happens, it sneaks into the night with the wind, moistening things silently." In the picture, spring species are beginning to sprout new buds under the moisture of rain and dew. The expectations of life have thus begun a new prelude, and the season of sowing hope has begun.
Spring, the intoxicating spring, has affected the emotions of many literati and poets, and inspired many literary talents to write poems and rhymes. The dark and light colors of the garden shine in the green waves, "Spring grass grows in the pond, and the willows in the garden turn into songbirds." How many charming and melodious Tang poems have been spread all over the country, and how many short and long-lasting Song poems have graced all things in the world.
"The garden is full of spring beauty, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall." Following the poet's situation and the rhyme of the poet, spring is coming gracefully and unstoppably.
Spring, the intoxicating spring, brings the spring Qingming Festival. The famous sayings echo in the ears, "The rain falls heavily during the Qingming Festival, and the passers-by on the road want to die..." It seems that the Qingming Festival always Perfection must be accompanied by rain. The continuous drizzle makes the scenery of spring in Qingming become more delicate and ethereal. It also adds a little bit of sadness and a touch of sorrow in the nameless place. The drizzle is flying and the breeze is As my face blows, this year's Qingming Festival seems to have added a lot of sadness and impatience. At this moment, how much sadness is flooding into my heart. The relatives who died in the 5.12 Wenchuan earthquake have become the eternal pain in people's hearts. Facing the Wenchuan earthquake site, it seems that Scenes are in front of us again. Those tragic scenes have become permanent memories and are unforgettable. Although we cannot resist facing natural disasters, we have the prosperity and vitality of spring. We can start all over again, face reality bravely, and move toward tomorrow. . In this intoxicating spring light, may the deceased rest in peace and the living may cherish it! May the years be peaceful and people's hearts be clear!
Spring, intoxicating spring, is clearly a poem, an enchanting and beautiful spring artistic conception!
Spring, intoxicating spring, is clearly a painting! An elegant ink painting of spring scenery!
Spring, intoxicating spring. . 6. An essay on the topic of intoxication
The sky makes me intoxicated
Give me a sky, then I can fly freely and be intoxicated at the same time...
——Inscription
Sometimes I always feel that the sky is so small, like what a frog at the bottom of a well can see, round--that is the sky. Waiting for a comfortable space and holding some fantasy things, it turns out that the sky is so small, and it is not as small as my field of vision. And these are just the frog's prejudices. As long as we open our eyes and look far into the distance, the sky not only covers our world, but is also vast and boundless. At this moment, I woke up and couldn't help but blush with shame. So I walked from the peaceful sky at home to the noisy sky in the city, and traveled to every corner of the world, but I had not yet stepped out of the sky and had not seen the edge of the sky.
Sometimes I always feel that only the sky with colorful clouds is the most beautiful, which reminds me of the grassland scenery with "white clouds floating in the blue sky and horses running under the white clouds." It was indeed beautiful, and I had to revel in the wonderful singing and the charming sky. The shapes of clouds are even more varied, unpredictable, and magically a bit unpredictable. They are the darlings of the sky and the elves of the sky. The sky has become so desirable and fascinating. Especially the brilliant morning glow and the gorgeous sunset glow. The golden morning glow is dyed red by the luster of the sun. Sometimes the red is bright, and sometimes the red is intoxicating. It's like drinking mellow wine, and like hibiscus flowing out of water. Full of vitality, young and vigorous. I cannot use more words to describe the scenery of sunset. It is a beauty that cannot be written in words. In one sentence, "The sunset is infinitely beautiful", but this is not the magic of sunset, but the sky, which is owned by the sky. Everything, it is the sky that creates this great holiness. However, there is not a single cloud in my sky, but I have to say that it is also very beautiful. I can write words there. Isn't such a sky even more special?
Give me a sky where twinkling stars blink, singing to you the beauty of the night, telling you the freshness of the evening breeze, and accompanying you to indulge in happiness. The stars tell fairy tales of the night, stories of the night and legends of the night. At that time, I can send my warm blessings to every place in the world along with the stars.
The sky will sprinkle the rain, which is not tears, but nectar, nourishing the soul of each of us. Open the sails of your dreams, go sailing, and ride the wind and waves! Bring back beautiful memories and let the shadow of a smile bloom on your face. Under the hazy sky, it is a kind of enjoyment, a pursuit, a desire, and a passion. I can bathe everyone's heart with my silent prayers along with the drizzle.
Give me a sky, I can release a few birds, plant a few clusters of flowers, the clear singing voice of the birds, the faint fragrance of the flowers, permeate, like a light white gauze, Quietly.
Give me a sky, and I can dance to a cheerful rhythm, looming, my outstretched arms like poetry, and my graceful movements like pictures. The beating notes are like a passionate bonfire, unrestrained.
Give me a sky, give each of us a sky, where it is full of flowers, where it is full of sunshine, where there is all the beauty 7. Composition with the theme of intoxication
The autumn in my hometown makes me intoxicated
As the saying goes: "There is heaven above, and Suzhou and Hangzhou below." I am very lucky that I grew up in Suzhou, a beautiful and spiritual land, and my hometown—— Xishan is a paradise within paradise.
The autumn in my hometown is like a colorful oil painting, slowly unfolding in front of my eyes. The colors are so bright and the lines are so smooth. And the charm flowing in it is so intoxicating to me.
Autumn in my hometown is the harvest season, look! Large tracts of golden rice, shining brightly under the sunlight, almost reached my eyes. The heavy rice ears are blown by the breeze, rising and falling like waves, which is really beautiful.
The orange trees all over the mountains and plains were filled with heavy fruits, which bent their branches. The golden oranges are more vivid against the green leaves, making people salivate and want to take a bite right away. The specialty products of my hometown are not only oranges, but also the famous ginkgo and chestnuts at home and abroad.
Autumn in my hometown is a beautiful season. Autumn is crisp and the sun is shining brightly. Standing on the hillside, looking up, you can see the blue sky; looking around, you can see the majestic and graceful Western Mountains; overlooking the bottom, you can see the endless Taihu Lake. It is really a broad vision and refreshing. The grass on the hillside has withered and turned yellow, as if the mountain is wearing a golden coat; the red leaves are the most lush at this time, they are full of passion and vitality, fiery red, as if they are about to burn, it is really the icing on the cake; bending Dots of golden Aoshuang Autumn Chrysanthemums bloom beside the path, adding vitality to the mountain.
The night in my hometown is peaceful. In the golden autumn of October, the fragrance of osmanthus blooms. The night with the bright moon in the sky reminds me of the poem "I miss my loved ones more during the festive season". I think of many friends who are away from home. They will definitely be like me. Every time at this time, I go home and walk on the country roads. I touch the winding bridges and kiss the long rivers. How wonderful it feels. So pleasant!
Ah! The autumn in my hometown is full of fruity fragrance, full of poetry, and makes people deeply nostalgic. How can I not be intoxicated by all this? 8. Write an article on the topic of intoxication, with the title of your own choice
A long time I haven't seen that piece of grass anymore.
Leaving the desk and walking out of the door, I leisurely approached the swaying elves.
Under the blue sky, beside the stream, they are growing wildly. The green of life extends inch by inch. They unscrupulously express greenery in the mountains and fields, expressing the hope of life. This is a piece of free grass, and there is no heaviness in their greenness. The grass people concentrated on the rays of the sun and let the golden color shine on their young bodies. In order to survive, they roar in the wind and extend their green leaves to the maximum extent to absorb the sunlight. They never consider themselves humble. They stand up straight all the time, look at the world with a proud attitude, and look down on all living beings. They seem to know that having sunshine, showing green, and living is hope.
Looking at this vibrant green, can you not be intoxicated?
This piece of grass thrives, and survival is their only belief. Their existence is open and aboveboard. There is no shadow of them in the dirty and narrow corners of the city, and there is no green of them in the warm and comfortable flower room. Just imagine how lonely it would be if the mountains and plains lacked their touch!
The weeds were swaying in front of my eyes. Their tenacious willpower is enough to withstand any blow. Their green color is immortal, their bodies are immortal, and their spirits are immortal. All those who claim to be brave may want to applaud them! From spring to summer, from summer to autumn, season after season, year after year, they eternally display the green color of life. Can you not be intoxicated thinking about the eternal spirit bred in this green color?
Another gust of breeze blew by, pulling my hair and blocking my sight. I also thought about it for a long time. After escaping from the book and staring at this piece of grass for such a long time, what did I understand? How will I face the challenging tomorrow?
Suddenly, I understood! I am intoxicated by the greenness and persistence of the grass. I will work hard towards the greener pasture! I will work hard in the exam room tomorrow! 9. Write an essay on the topic of "Intoxication"
There is a kind of love that makes me intoxicated even if the earth stops turning; even if the sun becomes dim tomorrow; even if the mist covers my eyes; even if the distant horizon has faded away ...When the soul is really tired and I look back quietly, I still have my destination. In that long river of love, I am intoxicated...intoxicated with love, intoxicated with family affection, and intoxicated with grandma's most selfless dedication.
I will never forget my grandma’s wrinkled hands, which are the marks of hard work and the most intoxicating warmth surging in my heart. When I was a baby, it was these hands that gently held me, allowing me to see the wonderful world outside, and allowing me to feel the deep affection in the air, intertwined around me, and never dissipating.
When I was a child, it was these hands that slowly fanned me, allowing me to fall asleep peacefully, letting me enjoy the coolest wind in the world, and letting me immerse myself in the sweetest dream in the world for a long time. I don't want to wake up, just because of that dependence. But now, the love condensed in those hands has never faded. Although it is no longer a gentle touch or a slow fan, it can move me and make me intoxicated every moment.
I still remember that unbearable summer day. The hot air seemed to be burning, and the naughty water vapor didn't know where to hide to enjoy the coolness. It's hot, dry and unbearable.
At this time, my parents left me alone at home due to work needs. When I kept complaining, my grandma came to me like an angel. Every afternoon, she took the trouble to drive several kilometers to my house, wash and cook for me, and kept the house spotless.
And at night, when I was doing homework in the room, she always watched TV quietly outside, and the sound of the TV, let alone me, even she didn’t know if she could hear it. clear.
No matter how sleepy or tired she is, she always waits for me silently and stays with me, as if she is afraid that I might need something at some point. She stays until I fall asleep and then goes to sleep.
The next morning, she had to rush back to take care of her young cousin. A month passed like this, every day.
In this difficult, almost suffocating summer. Not long ago, I went on a long trip alone for the first time and bought some gifts when I came back.
Grandma’s share must be indispensable. When grandma held the exquisite gift box, her eyes were filled with joy, but her hands were reluctant to put them down.
She kept praising me for being good, saying that I had grown up and become sensible... These situations were all described to me by my mother. As she spoke, ripples appeared in my heart, including a trace of joy, a trace of touch, and a trace of guilt.
Yes, when my grandma paid for me without any regrets, I always seemed to accept it as a matter of course, and never thought much about it, as if the earth was revolving around me. The flowers have to bloom for me. But at this time, my small gift can exchange for grandma's great happiness.
Perhaps, just because of that deep love, that intoxicating love. Bathed in the long river of love, happiness, warmth, sweetness... When I walked bravely into the distance, leaving only a faint back, I seemed to hear the sound of nature from my heart, which was the call of love.
Grandma’s love is so deep, so selfless, so love that it boils, so much that I am intoxicated... 10. Write an essay based on " " that makes me intoxicated
The sky that intoxicates me gives me a sky, then I can fly freely and be intoxicated at the same time...——Inscription
Sometimes I always feel that the sky is so small, like what a frog at the bottom of a well can see, round - that is the sky. Waiting for a comfortable space and holding some fantasy things, it turns out that the sky is so small, and it is not as small as my field of vision. And these are just the frog's prejudices. As long as we open our eyes and look far into the distance, the sky not only covers our world, but is also vast and boundless. At this moment, I woke up and couldn't help but blush with shame. So I walked from the peaceful sky at home to the noisy sky in the city, and traveled to every corner of the world, but I had not yet stepped out of the sky and had not seen the edge of the sky.
Sometimes I always feel that only the sky with colorful clouds is the most beautiful, which reminds me of the grassland scenery with "white clouds floating in the blue sky and horses running under the white clouds." It was indeed beautiful, and I had to revel in the wonderful singing and the charming sky. The shapes of clouds are even more varied, unpredictable, and magically a bit unpredictable. They are the darlings of the sky and the elves of the sky. The sky has become so attractive and fascinating. Especially the brilliant morning glow and the gorgeous sunset glow. The golden morning glow is dyed red by the luster of the sun. Sometimes the red is bright, and sometimes the red is intoxicating. It's like drinking mellow wine, and like hibiscus flowing out of water. Full of vitality, young and vigorous. I cannot use more words to describe the scenery of sunset. It is a beauty that cannot be written in words. In one sentence, "The sunset is infinitely beautiful", but this is not the magic of sunset, but the sky, which is owned by the sky. Everything, it is the sky that creates this great holiness. However, there is not a single cloud in my sky, but I have to say that it is also very beautiful. I can write words there. Isn't such a sky even more special?
Give me a sky where twinkling stars blink, singing to you the beauty of the night, telling you the freshness of the evening breeze, and accompanying you to indulge in happiness. The stars tell fairy tales of the night, stories of the night and legends of the night. At that time, I can send my warm blessings to every place in the world along with the stars.
The sky will sprinkle the rain, which is not tears, but nectar, nourishing the soul of each of us. Open the sails of your dreams, go sailing, and ride the wind and waves! Bring back beautiful memories and let the shadow of a smile bloom on your face. Under the hazy sky, it is a kind of enjoyment, a pursuit, a desire, and a passion. I can bathe everyone's heart with my silent prayers along with the drizzle.
Give me a sky, I can release a few birds, plant a few clusters of flowers, the clear singing voice of the birds, the faint fragrance of the flowers, permeate, like a light white gauze, Quietly.
Give me a sky, and I can dance to a cheerful rhythm, looming, my outstretched arms like poetry, and my graceful movements like pictures. The beating notes are like a passionate bonfire, unrestrained.
Give me a sky, give each of us a sky, full of flowers, full of sunshine, and full of beauty.