It flew into the Woods and rested on a tree for a while. A swallow came, thin and yellow, and died at once. Yashan is puzzled. Who caused this? Then a sow came running and only heard "pa!" When the sow reached the ground, her mouth was white and her feet were numb. Ashan is very sad.
Yashan came to a big city and stung a white man overnight because he was hungry. He can't help it because he doesn't want to. Asan refused to eat, so he starved to death. In his death, he thought of himself and his mother coming to the Woods to dance with bees, and the birds chirped with him! A harmonious home, how Ashan hopes the world can be harmonious! Suddenly, a tear fell!
Humans! You just destroyed the harmony of nature for your own private affairs.
Nature Essay 2 I am a woman who lived in the city since childhood, but I still have close contact with nature. In fact, I have been with you since I was a child, but it is a microcosm of your Qian Qian. Please allow me to call you a miniature version of you, because it really looks like you. I love you, Sun Yat-sen University. I love you, the small park in the west. I remember that spring rain made me really fall in love with you. It was raining a little spring rain at that time, and I was very sad. I hope I can find some comfort from you. I saw many tadpoles raised in small ponds. They swim around uneasily, just like children chasing in the park. You see, because your life has created such a touching and lovely miracle, you see, the birds are singing happily and fidgeting a little. Chun Qing flies from here to there, from tree to tree, and the branches are shaking happily with the birds' beating. The sky is a little gray, and raindrops are like a string of transparent bead curtains, adding a mysterious and elegant feeling to the park. Open the heavy curtain of beads and you will find that this is the pearl of life. With these beads, our green life can continue. Look, this little tree is greedily sucking the nectar you gave them. Before accepting your gift, Xiaoshu should feel the flow of your life. The water drops gently drop on your lobule, and the lobule feels itchy and smiles unconsciously, shaking you together and gathering into bigger water drops. Xiaoye said, "It's too heavy, too heavy, friend, go find my brother!" " So big drops of water slowly fell from this leaf to that Ye Er, and all of Ye Er took a beautiful bath. This spring rain came quietly, came to this long-awaited small park, came to my heart, and helped me heal. It's you, this small park in the spring rain, that makes me understand how vibrant, beautiful and moving the spring of life is. We can't spend the spring of life so sadly. No matter how great the difficulties and setbacks are, we should also preserve the power of spring like this spring garden to usher in the hot summer of life. We should cherish our youth, which you taught me, dear nature.
Ten years later, I came to Magangding, a small forest in CUHK with my frail body. It's spring here too, but it doesn't rain. The breeze gently brushed the willows beside the lotus pond, as if a girl raised her thick, supple and elegant long hair by the river. That pool of ponds and lotus flowers makes me feel that to liberate a closed mind, we must be as pure, clean, free and happy as lotus flowers!
I walked deep into the forest, where there were towering trees and flowers. One of the big trees, whose branches were broken by the wind, still stands. Many of its branches go straight into the sky from the branches of the actual tree. Living in a harsh environment, knowing how to find a way out, competing with other tree species and living in harmony with them is the survival law of nature. You see, the cycad under the tree grows in a dark and humid place without sunshine, because it knows that if it lives in a sunny and fertile place, it will die, so it would rather grow like a dwarf and grow under these condescending trees. It would rather look up to others to survive than grow into a towering tree overlooking those tiny tree species. It is you, nature, who have made me understand that being a strong person and survival of the fittest are immutable laws of all species, so it is a better choice to make your heart stronger and sometimes lower your posture.
I have never seen famous mountains and rivers, grasslands infested by wild animals or the vast underwater world, but I have seen you, felt you and fell in love with you, my nature!
Nature Essay 3 When we leave home, we are greeted by beautiful spring scenery, fragrant soil, tender green grass swaying in the wind, and nature embraces us with warm arms. We don't want to do anything on weekends. We just want to take our elderly parents and young children into the green grass where peach blossoms are in full bloom in March, so that the elderly and children can get close to nature, enjoy the baptism of sunshine, wash away the cold in winter and breathe fresh air.
The car sped on the wide highway, and soon we came to the edge of Chaohu Lake. At the end of the road is the endless Chaohu Lake, with white waves rippling gently. Waterbirds on the lake bend down for a while and fly to the sky for a while. Sailboats in the distance cast nets to salvage fish and shrimp, harvesting their hopes and happiness!
After getting off the bus, the children took their father's hand and ran to the lake to watch the water and fish closely with a group of girls and boys. In order to take care of the elderly, I stay with my parents and watch the lake, sometimes at a distance. We can see farther and wider.
Look at the blue lake and let your thoughts wander. How many stories of people and water have been hidden in this bottomless lake for thousands of years, and how many stories will happen in the future? How many generations of fishermen have been raised by this water, and now how many people in the city drink the water from this lake every day? Thousands of questions come to mind, but I can't find the answer.
How small human beings are, they can't live without water for a day, but how greedy human beings are. For my own selfish interests, I actually discharged sewage into my own vat. Looking at the foam and sludge on the lake, they couldn't help feeling sad. They go out and ruin their good mood. When will people know how to care for our living environment and how to protect their drinking water vats from pollution?
Villa after villa appeared by the lake. How many people can live near the lake in the future? I hope they can better protect the precious lake resources without destroying the ecological environment of the lake area.
Chaohu Lake is one of the five largest freshwater lakes in China, located in the middle of Anhui Province. It covers an area of 769.5 square kilometers. Hangbu River, Fengle River, Shangpai River, Nanfeihe River and Gaozhe River are injected, and the lake water flows into the Yangtze River through Yuxi River. It has the advantages of water storage and irrigation and is famous for producing whitebait. Whitebait, white rice shrimp and crab are called "Three Treasures of Chaohu Lake".
Being in the provincial capital, it is only dozens of miles away from Chaohu Lake. I've long wanted to visit the lake, but I haven't got around to it for years. I'm sorry to see the scenery of Chaohu Lake today. Sure enough, the atmosphere is thin and charming. I basked in the sun by the lake, dug wild vegetables and chased hip-hop. The children forgot the way home. The old people recalled interesting things when they were children and chatted with a group of old people watching the lake.
People in the sun live in harmony with nature. On the one hand, the misty lake, on the other hand, the green grass, the running children and the serene old people all show the quiet beauty of the years! How wonderful it is to walk into nature, breathe fresh air, harvest spring and regain self-confidence!
A collection of natural essays. Singing and dancing, windy and rainy, west wind and fallen leaves, cold at the end of the year. Nature is changing in four different ways, which fascinates me.
The stream is gurgling and the mountain flowers are blooming.
Spring breeze combs willows boldly, and night rain hides flowers. Spring came to this world with light steps and waved her wand gently. The earth woke up from her deep sleep, stretched herself, took off her dazzling silver gauze and put on her charming fluffy colorful skirt. The grass quietly poked its head out of the soil and looked up at this intoxicating scenery. The flowing water showed its loud voice and added vitality to this spring.
Clusters of hibiscus flowers are refreshing.
Spring eyes are silent and pity the trickle, and the shade of trees shines on the water and loves sunny and soft. Xia, look at these flowers. Exquisite lotus, soft hibiscus, elegant lily ... the breeze blows the faint fragrance of flowers to the earth. People walking on the road, petals, flowers, closely followed, tightly surrounded. In summer, with their company, the fiery heart becomes particularly cool. At night, enjoying the cool outside and watching the stars in the sky, the faint moonlight shines on the earth through the thin leaves, which is beautiful.
The autumn wind is bleak and the maple leaves are long.
Old vines and faint crows, small bridges and flowing water. Autumn is a sentimental season. Looking at the flowers and plants scattered everywhere, dead branches and rotten wood, I feel sad and deeply touched. Autumn, the harvest season, the fields are full of red flowers, red apples are full of branches, golden corn is bent, pomegranate in Huang Chengcheng is in bloom, and the scene of a bumper harvest is very lively.
It is snowing heavily and the north wind is blowing hard.
The snow in Mei Xu Xun is three points white, but the snow has lost a kind of plum fragrance. In winter, a cold and beautiful season, snowflakes are flying all over the sky, shuttling back and forth, carefree and free. It landed on the roof and dead branches, and the ground was covered with a white blanket. Walking in the snow. The voice creaked, crisp and loud. In winter, beauty lies in joy.
Spring, summer, autumn and winter are like the four faces of nature. Every season has its own beauty, and every season has its own joy. When I listen to the gurgling stream, when I appreciate the flowers, when I feel the joy of harvest, when I miss the coolness of snow. I, deeply intoxicated by it.
A forest, a drop of water, even a tree or a stone may seem insignificant, but the beauty and philosophy contained in them make it difficult for me to pursue and be intoxicated.
Walking into a forest, hugging a tree tightly and gently touching its shocking scars with your hands tell us that only through countless storms can you grow into a towering tree. I still remember the buttonwood tree I passed on my way to school. Regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, they are silently dedicated to us. In summer, they try to open themselves up. Those big round fan blades are densely stacked together, which opens a big umbrella for people and provides a good place for people to relax and enjoy the cool. In autumn, a gust of wind blows, and its broad leaves fly all over the sky like golden butterflies, making a rustling sound, as if to say goodbye to us reluctantly. Gradually, the branches are empty, revealing the original color of the sky and restoring the appearance of early spring. Its cycle and silent dedication make me intoxicated.
A drop of water is very small, has no gorgeous appearance, and is not noticed by people, but because of its persistence and unremitting efforts, the last drop of water is worn out, which makes us feel shocked and ashamed. A group of water drops bravely ran to the sea. When they ran to the edge of the cliff, just when everyone thought they would retreat, they took a brave step and poured down from the towering cliff. Generate makes a sound like spring thunder, and under the reflection of sunshine, it is like a cloud gauze of a weaver girl, flashing colorful brilliance and becoming a vibrant waterfall. They didn't stop moving forward, continued to collide with fate, and finally came to the seaside. But fate played a little joke on them. They hit the rocks, but they don't regret it. They tried their best and finally wrote the most beautiful song of the waves for themselves. I am intoxicated by their persistence and perseverance.
In the snowy winter, everything sleeps and the world is quiet. Only plum blossoms are still full of vitality. It faces the snowflakes flying all over the sky and stands proudly in the cold wind. You see, the iron axis is oblique, and there are many silver flowers. The colder the wind, the fiercer the snow, and the more blooming, brilliant and fragrant its branches are. The plum blossoms proudly blooming in the snow are so beautiful. There are budding buds, blooming flowers, pink petals and yellowish stamens on the branches, and the snow falling on the petals set each other off and touched the world. She looks like a thin branch, but she has her own persistence. In this cold winter, there are no butterflies, no bees and no green leaves. Only she is in full bloom in this world. I am intoxicated by her tenacity, tenacity and beauty.
The vegetation and mountains and rivers in nature not only offer us beautiful scenery, but also explain to us that life needs dedication, persistence and tenacity, which makes me intoxicated.
There is always an idea in "Essays on Nature 6": On a sunny morning, take light clothes and short clothes, take a can of drinks and a can of beer to a small forest, listen to the birds singing together, listen to the sound of pines, and the stream gurgles and flows far from the soles of your feet. Not far away, butterflies are dancing, insects are whispering, unknown flowers of various colors are swaying in the grass, and the breeze brings the smell of grass; Or, go to the uninhabited seaside, watch the white sails, park on the sparkling water, gather in Sha Ou, and the waves roll, bringing your thoughts to infinity. What kind of scenery and mood is that?
It's easy to do, as long as you walk out of the hut, the sun will flow under your feet. The tedious and tense pace of life has haunted you for a long time, and the lead-gray days have made you breathless. It's time for you to relax and listen to the songs of nature.
In nature, there is our warm habitat, and there is tranquility and vastness that we can never reach: sitting on the top of the mountain and watching the clouds roll and relax, it makes our eyes empty, and all the melancholy troubles turn into nothingness here. "How can everything in the world be complete? Unfortunately, idiots can't control it. Let you wait for the prince and deal with weeds every year. Why bother yourself? " The so-called melancholy, sadness, fighting and disputes are all caused by themselves. It's really ridiculous to think about it. Why can't you make your life leisurely and elegant like a cloud?
Being in nature, many fragments of daily thinking seem to find footnotes and fly into your forehead one after another, giving you instant touches and feelings: listening to the jointing sound of bamboo, you will suddenly feel an inexplicable excitement, blood rushing into your hair and feeling like a flying bird, flapping its wings, facing the wind and rain and soaring in the sky; Although the grass with a thin waist is small, it still gives you a knowing smile because of the breeze and thousands of partners-learn to settle down and be grateful for every ray of sunshine, and life will be full of vitality; A little frog tried to jump on the slope several times to eat worms, but it was beaten back by the soil. Unwilling, it tried to jump again, once, twice and three times. It worked. It's not easy. Don't be afraid of failure. If you fear your hands and feet and seek pleasure, you will never get sweet fruit.
In this way, the clutter and confusion in my heart are unconsciously released, and my heart is clear: how good it is to be alive and how good it is to have life! Do you want to know why the wind is so soft today? Why are clouds so beautiful? Why is the sunshine so peaceful and warm?
Is it really weird? No, let's listen to what Jesus said: "People can't live on bread alone. Your soul needs something more nutritious than bread. " How long has it been since you sang, read poetry or walked in nature? "
Take a walk in nature, and you will hear the songs of nature that are more beautiful than Yue Xian.
Nature Essay 7 You may love reading books and newspapers, but I love reading nature.
Nature is around us, showing different beauty all year round, spring, summer, autumn and winter.
Whenever spring comes, the spring girl begins to dress up this nature. Sow green seeds, drizzle, and everything will wake up. The green grass crept out of the ground secretly, and how much it wanted to see how beautiful the outside world was. Not to be outdone, Ye Er at the top of the tree climbed out. There is a cheerful stream flowing in the stream, and small fish and shrimps are playing in the stream. You are in nature. When you see this beautiful picture, do you smell the breath of spring? Do you think nature is beautiful in spring?
Before Miss Chun was willing to leave, Sister Xia sneaked in. At this time, the blue sky sets off nature. Leaves seem to be dyed green, dazzling green, flowers are more beautiful and moving, and green grass has turned green. Birds build nests in trees and cicadas start to sing. On a hot summer day, come to Shan Ye in nature and enjoy the cool spring water. Have you found that nature has become a new landscape?
The summer heat is fading, and autumn is coming. Brother Qiu changed into colorful clothes for nature. Golden rice, red fruit ... autumn wind is cool and heroic. Look up at the sky and you will find a cloudless sky in Wan Li. When you walk into nature, do you feel the joy of harvest? Nature in autumn is also good!
Autumn has passed and the weather has turned cold. It will be white in winter, right? No, there are many exotic flowers and grasses in nature. Some trees stay green even in cold winter. Plum blossoms bloom so thoroughly in this cold weather, adding a beautiful scenery to the dreary winter. Snowflakes fall on the ground, on the hills and among the treetops. Nature is covered with glistening snow, but it is still beautiful, isn't it? If winter comes, can spring be far behind?
Look! This changeable nature, like a colorful painter and beautiful paintings, was born in her pen.
Every grass and tree in nature, every mountain, every road, every Ye Er and every flower has its own soul. If you read it carefully, you will find the mystery. ...
Essays on Nature Prose 8 In the essay "The Earth" by the famous writer Bi Feiyu, he said: "The earth has colors and sounds. This is a strange sound-you can't hear it. It's gone when you listen. You don't listen, it comes again. The soil is cracking, crops are heading and running water is watering. These are all voices, like whispers, like whispers, furtive and honest, all whispers on the pillow. The surge of wheat waves and rice waves is another tone, with countless and subtle frictions, leaf to leaf, awn to awn, and stalk to stalk. Countless tiny friction together, trough, rolling from one end of the day to the other ... "
Listen, nature has the most beautiful voice. The great poet Heine said, "There, nature and people smile at each other."
Spring has come. You may not see the weather in spring at first, but if you listen carefully, you can hear it. The soft spring breeze gently awakens the sleeping vegetation and blows away the cold. On a quiet night, snowflakes began to melt and drip from the eaves. Sparrows began to jump on the roof outside the house, picked up the fallen grains, chirped and flew from house to house and from tree to tree in droves. There were bursts of birdsong in the trees.
At this time of year, birds sing best. The cuckoo's cry sounded, indicating the beginning of spring ploughing. The geese return to the north, and the geese crow. The breath of spring came to my face, and the swallow twittered and responded enthusiastically. When the children saw the swallow's figure, they sang "The swallow wore a flower coat ...". Spring breeze is soft, spring rain rustles, and everything rustles. Listening in the middle of the night, you can hear the gasps of wheat jointing and the cries of grass buds breaking ground. Flip a stone at will and you can hear the breath of the earth. After the shock, the spring thunder burst and the snow melted. Spring rain is coming. Spring rain is the messenger of spring. "Sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently."
Summer is different. Strong winds, accompanied by heavy rains and sometimes large hailstones, knocked down all the apples that had just topped the branches. The farmers feel infinite regret. Bees are buzzing around the fields, their golden wings are shaking, and their big eyes are like car lights, looking for information about flowers from dawn to dusk. Cicada is the main theme of this season. From day to night, from tree to tree, from branch to branch, it hangs on the treetops, breaking the peace of summer and being tireless. The singing method of "dry wine can't be sold" is so much, and it can't compare with its true feelings. Frogs don't show weakness either. On a summer night, they call each other. Frogs stood by the pool, coquetting and calling out for love. "In the fragrance of rice and flowers, you can hear frogs."
The sound of mosquitoes is the most annoying, disturbing the quiet night. The cool night wind blew away the heat and fatigue of the day. Mosquitoes buzz in the dark, just like masked Nightcrawler, who occasionally comes out to take a bite and then leaves contentedly. But many times it will arouse indignation, smack your lips and die under greedy desire.
In summer, the river is full of water, long grass is swaying at the bottom of the river, fish are swimming in the water, jumping out of the water and rippling around. The gurgling water is particularly clear, and the children are laughing and playing on the beach at the bottom of the river.
The lotus flowers in the pond are blooming brightly, and the tall and straight lotus leaves are stretched out, like a sunshade umbrella, and the full lotus leaves are hidden among the leaves. Suddenly, a rainstorm came, and the raindrops beat the leaves and played wonderful music. Comparable to House of Flying Daggers and Two Springs Reflecting the Moon.
The wheat is ripe, shining golden in the sun, and the fragrance of wheat flows in the vast fields, which affects the whole June. The wheat awns burst in the sun and rubbed against each other, and the ears of wheat collided with each other in the wind, making a sharp and fine rubbing sound, like "Jin Goma iron stepping over a glacier" in a hazy dream. It's also like a farewell my concubine or a wind song.
The golden ears of wheat faltered and the farmers began to harvest. Sickle flying, pieces of wheat are lying down. Then tied up and loaded, transported back to the wheat field and turned into a tall wheat pile. The thresher began to roar at full power, which was the strongest sound in summer and pushed the whole summer to a climax. My father's bronzed arm was exposed to the sun, and his sweat dripped, dyeing his summer home with affection.
As cicadas become thinner and thinner, the breath of summer begins to fade away.
Autumn is the most talented poet in nature, reciting nature into the most beautiful poems. Soybeans are ripe, pods are peeling off, corn is ripe, and leaves on corn seedlings are competing for sunshine. Farmers are busy, and the whole land is busy with cars and shoulders. As the saying goes: "Three wheat is not as long as one autumn, and Sanqiu is not as busy as one wheat." Busy autumn is busy with this year's harvest Peanuts, sweet potatoes, rice, sorghum, pomegranates, dates and red persimmons are countless to show off in the autumn wind. Harvest, handling, wind, laughter and insects are intertwined. A few days later, the land became the most magnanimous image. At this time, after the touch of autumn frost, the persimmons on the tree are ripe and red as lanterns hanging on the branches. Some are ripe, fall to the ground with a bang and come out with a crack, with a sweet luster.
Autumn leaves are magnificent, floating down from the tree head, gently giving a sigh of time.
Autumn rain is as dense as hemp. Brushing the sound of rain becomes the best footnote of autumn rhyme. Golden wild chrysanthemums are blooming on the edge of the fence. In Tao Yuanming's poem, "Under the east fence of chrysanthemum picking, you can see Nanshan leisurely". Yellow flowers swaying, the sound of nature. Crickets are chirping under chrysanthemums. Cricket is a talented musician, who can play and sing, and he is proficient in everything. Autumn wind whistling, flute ringing, this is the best gift of nature.
The geese return to the south, their wings fan up the last nostalgia of autumn, and their reluctant cries resound through the sky. The cry is more affectionate than the hottest Chengdu song.
Winter is coming, and the biting north wind blows, blowing off the heavy snow that has been raging all day. The wind is strong and the Woods are like waves. There is a thick layer of snow on the curved branches, and the wind makes the snow rustle. The wind is strong and the branches are swaying. Bare trees, like bald old people, are shivering in the wind. Suddenly, some dead branches couldn't stand the wind and crunched down from the tree.
The snow fell silently, and the ground was covered with a thick layer, and the feet crunched. On the path in the wild, sheep pass by, leaving footprints like plum blossoms with creaking snow. By the roadside, the chrysanthemum is broken, but it still stands unyieldingly. I would rather hold incense in the branches and wait for death than blow it into the north wind.
The river is frozen, and the water surface is silent, but the ice on the water surface, the thinnest part, occasionally thaws in the sun and makes a broken creak.
On the mountain road, the carriage passed by and the hooves rang. People can't help but think of the superb skill of holding hands to catch flies and bending down to lay horseshoes. It's not easy to run in the snow. People who practice in winter, in the square, on the mountain and by the sea, shout and sing, full of energy. This is more pleasant than simply surrounding the stove with steaming hot pot. I didn't know that there was the sound of slugs in the study at home, which inspired the cold in winter.
Nature is full of sounds all year round. Go into nature and listen attentively, and you will find the rhythm of life, listen attentively and gain wisdom. The stage of life is never empty, and all the elves are the protagonists in their life journey.
Embrace nature, time is endless, and we will get the most beautiful gift from nature. Let's go into nature and listen attentively!