Peach blossoms have various colors and colors: look! Red is like fire, yellow is like gold, pink is like chardonnay, white is like jade, beautiful, very beautiful! From a distance, it's like a lovely little girl competing with each other. It's really beautiful! A closer look shows that the fluffy petals of peach blossom have been competing to open, and the flower heart is orange, like a biscuit. The delicate stamens are covered with golden buds like small hammers. Delicate five-petal peach blossoms, oval leaves and needles, like butterflies and brocade, stretch in the fields and linger in the valleys. Clusters of peach blossoms are crowded together, just like brothers and sisters hugging each other, which is very warm! A slight breeze blows gently, and the unique fragrance of peach blossoms comes to the nose: there are elegant fragrance and rich fragrance. Several fragrances are mixed together, refreshing and comfortable! Seeing this, I can't help but imagine myself as a peach blossom fairy, enjoying the embrace of mother earth with peach blossom, blooming together and dancing happily together. ...
There is also a romantic and touching legend about peach blossom: It is said that a long time ago, Cui Hu, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, came to the suburbs for an outing and happened to meet a girl. At this time, the girl's cheek was set off by the blossoming peach blossoms in the courtyard, and Cuihu could not help but feel heartache. He asked the girl for a bowl of water and left reluctantly. The next year, Cuihu came to the suburbs for an outing again, only to see the peach blossom disappear from the beautiful scenery. It turns out that the girl died because she missed him and was depressed. Cuihu was very sad after seeing it. A god was moved, saved the girl's life and completed a beautiful marriage. Because of this story, Cui Hu wrote the poem "South Village in Beijing" at all times and in all countries.
Peach blossom is not only a symbol of love, it first brings a kind of exquisite beauty to the world with the most gorgeous moment in life; Then use your ordinary body to nourish plants and bring a simple beauty to the world; Finally, nourish the earth with the last moment of life and add a simple beauty to the world. Ah! Peach blossoms are really beautiful!
Write a composition to express your ambition.
After more than ten years' experience, I can't help feeling that the wonderful life should be dull. I'm tired of repeating the same boring thing every day.
After several unpleasant experiences, I began to want to escape from this world.
I said to my mother, "I don't want to do this anymore." No amount of effort seems to be in vain, so many people are above me. I might as well return to nature, learn from the ancients and live in seclusion. "Mother didn't speak. A few days later, my mother took me to a mountain. That is an unknown mountain. Although it is not high, it can also be described as risk. I looked at my mother and guessed her intentions.
"Do you see that tree?" Mother pointed to the cliff. I looked up. Between the steep cliffs, there is a tree, which seems to be bent by the cracks in the cliffs, but it is full of vitality.
"Well, I see it. That is ... "
"Come on, I'll take you up." My mother took me, found a gentle hillside and walked up step by step.
Looking at the sweat on my mother's forehead, although I didn't understand her intention, I told myself that I must go up. Peak. This is really a lonely place.
My mother took me to that tree. "Look." I was startled. That tree actually grows out of stones!
"This, how can ..."
"You see, if this tree wants to grow, it must penetrate hard rocks. You are a clever boy, I think you will understand. " Mother stopped talking. I leaned down carefully and looked at the tree on the cliff. Its roots really grow in the rock, and they stretch around with tenacity and strength, as if to absorb all available nutrients around.
Epiphany.
I looked back at my mother and said, "I see. If you want to gain your place in the world, you must work hard to overcome all setbacks and face life stubbornly. "
Before that, you must temper yourself first. Only true skills can overcome setbacks! "Mother said with satisfaction.
"Well, I'll never say such stupid things as seclusion again."
On my way back, I looked back at the tree. Under the blue sky, it seems like a sword that goes straight into the sky. It is telling me that it wants to fight against adversity.
Thank my mother for letting me see the tree. Thanks to the tree that broke through the rock, it made me understand that no matter how difficult adversity and frustration are to overcome, as long as we work hard, they will eventually become stepping stones on the road to success and help us climb to the top of victory.
That tree will grow in my heart forever.
3. Peach Tree by the Pond is a symbolic work.
There is a peach tree near the pond. The bowl is thick and half high. Whether it is sunny or rainy, she always stands quietly. A person, no companions, no friends, no birds to live in, occasionally a few fish come over and spit out a few bubbles, as if mocking, but she doesn't care, and still grows hard. Because she firmly believes that one day she will be appreciated.
In spring, she is always the first to spit out new buds and report the good news of spring to people. She saved all her strength and tried to make herself bloom the most gorgeous flowers. The refreshing fragrance of flowers drifted with the wind for dozens of miles, but after all, no bees and butterflies came to smell it.
It was hot, and she regretted changing her makeup, but she didn't lose, but she was still full of longing for the light. She put on green clothes again, and she decided to learn from the big banyan tree and try her best to grow luxuriantly in order to enjoy the cool for pedestrians. This is a remote place, uninhabited. Although her branches cover several meters, they remain the same.
She was very sad. It was cold, and the green clothes began to fall off. Finally, she was naked. The bare trunk reflected the cool gray sky, and she was pale and powerless. She shed tears.
Soon, an old woodcutter came to this remote place. He was ecstatic when he saw the peach branches several meters long. With the sharp knife light and the whooshing saw sound, she became bare and leafy, leaving only a few thick branches. She is in pain, she is in pain for not being appreciated, but she is still a little happy, because someone has finally asked her out, and she feels that the light is approaching.
Winter came and it was cold, but she was covered in blood. In this lifeless season, …
4. Write a composition with articles. The topic is that there is a sleepy tree. I floated to the window with the breath of sleeping, and the morning mist curled up, looking at the still strong tree with fog beads through the window.
That is a French phoenix tree, tall and strong. Like a brave man standing on the side of the road who is not afraid of the cold, like a kind old man, telling his lost time ... His eyes are fixed on the tall and strong tree in front of him, and his thoughts have already drifted away.
It's like getting on a time machine and going back to that time-my childhood. Revisit and accompany me through every spring, summer, autumn and winter ... the leaves gradually turn yellow, and the memories gradually turn yellow. In front of me, a girl in a red windbreaker picked up yellow leaves under a tree.
Yes, it's me, still holding a piece of brown "five-finger leaf" in my hand, smiling recklessly and innocently. The autumn wind swept by, rolled up the fallen leaves and spun in the air ... too beautiful to know the world.
The lightness of spring, the charm of summer and the beauty of autumn, but I only love its winter. The last yellow leaf was sent away by the north wind, and the branches became bare. Only one Bai Shu stood in the north wind.
The rustling wind blew from its ears. Roaring and running, without pity ... without sympathy ... without disguise, it stood fearlessly, stretched out its arms and pointed forward, as if to say: Look, the front is warm! Hang in there, as long as one second, the cold will pass! Every time I am confused, I will see this old tree standing proudly in the cold winter ... The north wind is ruthless, taking away the fallen leaves in my heart, but it can't take away my memories of childhood and bury the joy of childhood.
Standing in the cold wind, my body is cold, but my heart is warm, because I understand the true meaning-even in adversity, I can live fearlessly, truly and simply, without packaging or disguise. Time flies, I grow up, it … gets old … I think this is the annual ring! I turned and went downstairs, but the tree in my heart grew bigger and bigger.
5. Sentences describing the peach blossom annals ① Strong and straight enough to form momentum, and strong and handsome arms hold up the green spirit. In the storm, your body is still as tall and straight as ever, and you still return your lush love to the world.
Whether it is a new young forest or a towering old tree, it tells the same pursuit of life and the same romantic sky. (2) "Song Qing doesn't hate thousands of feet very much". You always pursue the glory of life devoutly. Crystal clear cooperation, full of green pigeon stall, whether it reflects your persistent love for life? Out of the chaotic snow, vigorous posture will be like a huge green pointing straight to the blue sky! No matter how gorgeous and delicate a flower is, its ultimate fate will grow old day by day or eventually wither. Instead, it is better to be like a epiphyllum. Although it is short-lived, it can keep its fragrance forever. It has never defiled its innocence with worldly leftovers, just waiting for another gorgeous flower in the coming year.
Don't say epiphyllum is short-lived, they just obey their inner strength, and come out from their inner generate at the most appropriate time, showing the world a touch of surprise, a little aloof and a little free and easy. Let their most beautiful memories live in people's hearts and remain beautiful after thousands of years.
⑤ The tenacious life between rocks is both biological and philosophical, and it is the unity of biology and philosophy. It is also aesthetic; As an aesthetic phenomenon, it shows you not only the layers of green that decorate the barren hills, but also the beautiful and magnificent spiritual world.
6. Write a landscape composition imitating Wisteria Falls. You should express your will by holding things and borrowing scenery. Rain is weak and the lightest thing in the world. It can't knock down heavy reinforced concrete buildings. Waffle houses are different. The raindrops tinkled on them and immediately made a pleasant sound. People who live in huts are blessed to be close to nature in the rain. When it rains suddenly, the sound is very generous. The voice is also weak, and it seeps into your heart gently, like the breeze in your ear in warm spring. Tiles seem to be specially laid for rain. They play dutifully, and the hearts of those who listen to the rain will overflow with endless affection. People like to sit quietly and listen to the rain when their hearts are full of nostalgia and gratitude. The old man has the ambition of "lying at night listening to the wind and rain, dreaming of an iron horse glacier". Dying beauty has the bitterness of "raindrops brighten yellow leaves and lights illuminate my bald head"; Acacia lovers have the vision of "the phoenix tree is raining, and it will drop at dusk"; Affectionate poets have the daydream that "the small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the bright lane sells apricot flowers". Rain has become an angel for people to decorate their feelings and place their wishes. In their spare time, they are lucky enough to go back to the place where they once listened to the rain. It was a light rain that day, and I heard the familiar and unfamiliar sound of rain. In the mist, the sound of rain reveals a strange mood that I haven't communicated for a long time. It refused me thousands of miles away. Show me. However, I can feel the breath of its existence from the deepest part of consciousness. There is a sense of carefree waking from a dream and a sense of vicissitudes after confusion. Oh, what I met in the rain was myself who had left time and space. It told me everything before. I hesitated and asked myself: Who am I? Still the old me? There is a saying: "Young people listen to the rain on the balcony, and the red candle is faint. In the prime of life, listening to the boat and rain, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind. " Different life situations make them feel different. However, listening to the rain is all about listening to the dialogue of the soul, listening to the true feelings and listening to the flow of time. In addition to the echoes of the years, it is still the hardships of the past.