Write a rhyme composition 1 The sunshine in spring is really pleasant! I walked beside the willow tree in the community, and the unparalleled green swayed gently in the spring breeze. Apricot trees are surrounded by ornamental "tourists". What is that? It's bees and butterflies They were dancing softly. I didn't want to disturb them, so I left quietly. As soon as my eyes turned, a large piece of dazzling gold came into view.
Take a closer look, yes! Yingchun! Some of them are unscrupulous, and their heads are scattered like wool balls, which are out of control. Some of them stand out from the crowd and look up at the sky, and the sun's loving eyes are attracted by them. I carefully observe, appreciate, enjoy and feel ... I can't help but want to choose one, but I don't want to. Afraid of ruining this beauty, afraid that this painting is incomplete ... When I came to the park, the park in the afternoon was very lively, and the old man walking silently looked at the vitality of spring, and his mouth rose slightly; Children are playing around, catching butterflies, playing games ... active figures are beating, making the park sunny and full of spring. Sit on the cool stone bench and enjoy the delicate magnolia. Magnolia, which is close to purplish red, is particularly dazzling in the sun. Its thick color is fierce, but it is a bit elegant and fresh. Compared with the pale pink magnolia, it is a little simpler.
They are like a small lamp of a tree, illuminating the night in the park and igniting the vitality of the park. Further on, you will reach the lush green bamboo forest, where the bamboo is tough and straight, like soldiers guarding the park. The leaves of honey are mottled and poetic. The sun shone on the ground through the leaves, leaving only a few mottled shadows. Some birds often stop to rest, because only here can they feel safe and comfortable. Bamboo will "tremble" from time to time, and you will be awakened by this beauty. Ah! It turned out that the birds returned to the blue sky, their wings were naughtily stirred up ... "Sloppy", you were amused by your childish behavior, and then you were deeply intoxicated by the beauty of spring. Walking on the bridge, a soft spring breeze blew and the water was sparkling. Stand on the arch bridge and look down, ha!
Twin paintings: green trees, red flowers, rockeries ... everything is so harmonious, but so vivid. I wanted to go to the highest pavilion in the park to rest, but I heard music in the distance. Walking up the steps, two old people are happily playing the erhu and organ. Close your eyes and listen carefully. I hear the rhythm of spring, the songs of spring … Oh! Spring! I really want to stay at this moment forever, appreciate your beautiful face forever and sing a spring song for you forever.
There are 72 springs in Jinan, which has the reputation of "Spring City". Why is Jinan the only spring city? I think the spring in Jinan has the charm of spring. I often proudly say, "Spring in Jinan has the charm of spring."
"Rhyme" means "fun and elegance" in the dictionary. Then, "spring rhyme" is the interest and elegance in spring water. There are many springs, and Jinan is not the only one in the world, but I dare say that the springs in the world are all groundwater, but few cities have such artistic elegance. Spring in Jinan is sometimes bold and sometimes elegant. It is unrestrained in the stormy waves and elegant in the blue waves. It is bold, it is elegant, it is quiet, it is indifferent. No wonder Lao She wrote Baotu Spring in Jinan. Because Lao She also felt the spring rhyme of the spring water and the culture in the spring rhyme.
Spring rhyme is also mysterious. Have you ever thought of the spring water in the moonlight and heard the sound of "glug" spring water in the boundless night? At this time, the spring water is mysterious, and the spring rhyme seems to have become a mysterious black tone. Let everyone feel a little excitement in loneliness next to this silent spring.
Spring rhyme is more elegant. In spring, people listen to the beautiful piano, drink hot tea made from spring water, and taste and enjoy spring together. Is this an ideal state? This is not a dream. You can find this purple spring rhyme in Baotu Spring. Looking at Baotu Spring with groundwater level as high as 30.0 1 m, do you feel a lot?
National Games is an abstract concept, but it is a real thing. It is not produced externally, but a higher realm than enjoying spring, which can only be achieved by the right time, place and people. I can proudly say that these things are completely available in Jinan.
I am proud of the charm of Jinan.
Sun Ziyang, the second affiliated middle school of Shandong University, is a sophomore.
Comments: Spring has become a business card of Jinan. The author described the characteristics of spring with vivid pen and ink, which is desirable. The spring in Jinan described by the author is full of charm, sometimes bold and sometimes elegant. It is unrestrained in the stormy waves and elegant in the blue waves. It is bold, it is elegant, it is quiet, it is indifferent.
Language is the basic element of an article. If the theme of the article is soul, matter is flesh and blood, structure is bone, and language is cell, then the language in this article is full of aesthetic feeling, fresh and beautiful, full of new ideas, and brings people aesthetic pleasure from form to content. This kind of writing gives people an immersive feeling to read.
Autumn is a charm. Everyone's tongue is different and tastes different. The charm of autumn is strong and weak, and the strong one is Gui Xiang Qili, and the aroma attacks people and knows that the weather is warm; Wu Ye is breezy and refreshing.
Who will deliver the fragrance and faint scenery? There are several autumn winds in the river.
Autumn wind is the most elusive. In early autumn and September, the wind is still weak and difficult to detect, which makes people ignore its existence. The wind of early autumn came unconsciously, especially quietly, or there were slight ripples in the still water of Qingtan, or the dead leaves withered silently when they looked up, which made people find that the autumn wind had started and autumn had come.
The wind in late autumn is different from that in early autumn. The wind at this time is bleak, sad and lonely. The roaring autumn wind brings flowers and leaves, and endless sadness. In the distance, the dark clouds in the sky floated with the late autumn wind. ...
How big is the autumn rain in Jiangnan?
Autumn rain is the freshest of all rain. The autumn rain is falling, the windows are like white gauze, and the land in the south of the Yangtze River is hazy. The drizzle is like smoke and fog, and they lie quietly on the tiles on the roof. Gradually, they condensed into a stream and slowly slid down the sunken tiles. At the edge of the tile, the dripping water bounces on the ground and scatters into smaller water droplets. Isn't the beauty of Jiangnan just from the continuous autumn rain in Jiangnan?
The autumn rain has stopped and the gray-blue clouds have not dispersed. A few autumn birds hiding under the eaves, like me, are reluctant to part with the autumn rain and forget the hardships of flying south. It was a long time before we woke up at the same time. I walked out of the door and stood on the roof, lamenting in the distance. Autumn bird flapped its wings, groaned a few times, and then continued on its way.
The air is filled with the freshness of autumn rhyme, which seems to have a little sweetness. The lake in the distance clearly reflects gray-blue clouds, and the clouds in the west also show a few rays of sunshine. What a peaceful autumn scenery.
Downstairs, at the corner, in the yard, there are thick dead leaves on the ground, and most of those flowers have withered. At this time, I felt a correction.
Wind and rain beat leaves mercilessly, and fallen leaves moisten wood flowers. The wet soil is still polluted by withered petals, and the leaves are only autumn rain.
The rain stopped, the wind stopped, and autumn was quiet.
My heart is at a loss. What kind of feeling does autumn give people? Lucky? Sad? At this moment, I can't read autumn and I can't taste autumn rhyme.
Where you hit the scene, you must have been injured.
"Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn"-this is Li Yu's understanding of the loneliness of autumn rhyme; "And the autumn wind blows my heart, forever and ever"-this is Li Bai's understanding of tragic autumn rhyme; "If the weather in autumn is not so refreshing, the quiet evening may seem a little sad"-this is Meng Haoran's understanding of elegant autumn rhyme; "A silver candle draws a cold screen, and a small fan flies a firefly lightly"-this is Du Mu's understanding of the leisure of autumn rhyme.
Oh, so I'm worrying too much. Autumn rhyme expresses different understandings in different people's eyes. Savor the autumn rhyme carefully and feel fresh and fragrant. I think I found my own autumn rhyme. What about you?
I've always liked the word rhyme. When I read it, I just feel that the rhyme is still unfinished. Perhaps because of the zigzag structure of the left "sound" and the right "connection", there is a pause and a little consideration in the contraction of the mouth shape, and the sound is even and long, that is, there is rhyme.
Mr. Zhao wrote The Rhyme of Zhouzhuang. Because of the word "rhyme", I also have a special affinity for Zhouzhuang. Before I arrived in Zhouzhuang, I was already thinking about what this charming ancient town looked like.
A river runs through the whole ancient town, and sometimes you will meet arch bridges erected, one with a new shape and the other with a new style. Each bridge connects the two banks of the river, and the scenery on both banks is arranged in a patchwork way. Cross a bridge and change the scenery. Little wooden boats glided slowly in the narrow river, and arched bridge opening passed overhead one by one. Pedestrians standing on the bridge looked down at the boat in the river, while passengers sitting on the boat looked up at the people on the bridge, never tired of looking at each other. Both sides have moved eyes.
It was dusk when I arrived at Zhouzhuang, and there were bustling markets on both sides of the strait, mostly selling interesting gadgets. Although the things on display are different, the red lanterns on the eaves are indispensable. Along the winding river, the red light was projected on the lake in a tortuous way, and a burst of red appeared. In Zhouzhuang, boating in the river is a must. The river is not wide, so the view is not wide. Besides, it's dusk, and the scenery in the river is not very clear. You can sit at the bow, watch the ripples across the water, watch the silver light stirred by wooden paddles under the dark water, listen to the sound of paddles stroking the river, and smell the unique smell of grass mixed with wet mud at the bottom of the river, as if you have lost yourself, leaving only the surrounding buildings, lanterns, stone bridges, boats and water. Time has come slowly from ancient times, and the historical charm of the whole south of the Yangtze River has completely wrapped me away. Is it really this era? I can't help being in a trance. "Be careful, we are going to cross the bridge!" The boatman's shouts brought me to my senses. Sitting on the boat with a slight bow, the winding waterway in front of the boat seems endless. The small buildings on both sides of the strait show its historical features unscathed in the night. Houses with upturned cornices, straight-cut white walls and wooden rafters can't see the waste of time, only know its unchanging charm. A piece of black tile and white wall, stained with the red and green of modern light beams. There is a restaurant on the shore, where there is western electronic music, and sound waves float out of wooden windows, which is less overbearing and more gentle and affectionate. Once the life of eastern and western art is integrated, there will be no time limit and consciousness gap. Before listening carefully to the lyrics of the song, the boat had turned a corner, and the melody of the shop disappeared in the bridge opening behind, leaving only the echo of the electronic orchestra floating on the undulating river stirred by the wooden boat. ...
The lights are dim, the river is back to its original appearance, and there are little stars flashing on the calm water. Before I could have a closer look, the boat had rowed to the end of the ancient town. Looking up from the river, I saw the uneven roofs, and outlined their tortuous black outlines in the dark blue sky. If you want Mr. Zhao's article, it should be full of fireworks at this time, which will make this ancient town shine. But my eyes are not in this season. I only see the bottom of the building deeply embedded in water or the spine of stone or wood, which is particularly dark green because it has been immersed in water for many years. I remember when I was on a gondola in Venice, I saw such a kind of house column in front of me. It was buried deep in the water, supporting the cross-century buildings and attracting tourists to ponder, appreciate and mourn. At the moment, in this water town in the east of the world, what worries me is that this town is located in different regions but has the same fate and infinite historical charm.
Zhouzhuang in Mr. Zhao's "rhyme" left me too much charm. Through this building, this ship and this water, different depths of field are superimposed.
Writing Rhyme Composition 5 The fragrance of dragon top floats in the air, as if you can hear the singing of tea farmers; The gurgling stream drips on the mountain stream, as if you can hear the singing of thrush; The slender bamboo, swaying in the empty valley, seems to hear the echo of the mountains. In this way, my hometown is like a beautiful landscape painting unfolding before my eyes.
If you look at the map of China carefully, there is an inconspicuous spot at 29 degrees north latitude and about 1 18 degrees east longitude, and that is my hometown-Hua Kai, the source of Qianjiang River. My hometown is very small, and Fiona Fang is only over 2,000 square kilometers. It doesn't have a long history of vicissitudes of life in Xi 'an, the ancient capital of the 13th Dynasty, and it doesn't have the glorious past proudly told by the Terracotta Warriors and Horses of the First Qin Dynasty. There is only an ancient city covered with moss, standing on its back, telling the story of establishing a county in 1000. It doesn't have the bustling and crowded passion of urbanization on the beach, only Gutian Mountain, a virgin forest with lush ancient trees and delicate fragrance, and the source of Qianjiang River with mountains and mountains. Here, people live in harmony with nature. People stay away from the hustle and bustle of urban traffic, live in small towns and look at beautiful green hills.
Every spring, the wild vegetables on the other side of the river grow gratifying. Before and after Tomb-Sweeping Day, several families met for a spring outing, crossed the small wooden bridge and went down to the field. Looking around, it is green, Malantou, shepherd's purse and purslane live next to each other, and the surface is covered with layers of things. Gently cut off a leaf from Malan's head and put it in the palm of your hand to study it carefully. The leaves are light green, long and round, with a little fine teeth on the edge and covered with feathery fluff. Stir-fry the collected medicinal materials with dried coriander and eat them in your mouth, which has a special taste. During my stay in Tomb-Sweeping Day, the hillside beside the road was covered with mugwort leaves. Folium Artemisiae Argyi is a compositae plant with oval leaves, fragrant color and slightly bitter taste. Picking its tender leaves, crushing them, mixing them with glutinous rice flour, and after a series of complicated procedures such as die carving and steaming, it became a fragrant and delicious Qingming pulp. Take a bite, full of Ai Xiang, refreshing, this is the authentic breath of nature!
As the saying goes: "The dragon head has Longjing, and the dragon tail has a dragon top." Hua Kai is located in Wei Long, with high mountains and dense forests. The spirit, beauty and vitality of the mountains gather here, which is the most suitable for growing tea. Before and after Tomb-Sweeping Day, after a spring rain, it was time for Ding Long to go public. At this time, the tea farmers picked up baskets and sang cheerful tea things. They carefully put together, reached out and gently took down three or two pieces of tea, and then gently put them in the basket, choosing one bud and one leaf or two leaves as raw materials. After a series of complicated procedures such as picking, frying and packaging, they produced the "three greens" with "brown and dry color, clear soup color and light green leaves". When a guest comes to a distant place, make a cup of tea with the spring water from the source of Qianjiang River. Sweet and fragrant, serving it to a slightly drunk friend makes people feel refreshed and forget the fatigue of the journey.
Hometown is elegant and charming, and delicious delicacies add a lot of color to it. Auricularia auricula and Lentinus edodes with the function of promoting blood circulation are all over Shan Ye, and there are a large number of edible fungi, all of which are bred in the fragrance of nature, absorb the essence of nature and sell at home and abroad with natural flavor. The mountain city at the source of Qianjiang River gave birth to special snacks. Steamed cakes are unique to small towns. This is not a rare snack, just grind rice into rice paste, then make it with rice paste, steam it, sprinkle with some onions, dried mushrooms and meat, whatever you like. Eating in the mouth has a special taste, just like the residents of a small town, clear and elegant. Some people see that steamed cakes are delicious, so they try to cook them elsewhere. Strangely, once it leaves town, it will never be made anywhere else. Why can't the same materials be sent out in another place? Maybe it's the water. The town is at the source of Qianjiang River, and the mountain spring is naturally clear and clean. And out of town, went to other places, the water quality is naturally different. However, it is really strange that steamed cakes still recognize the water in a small town!
There is nothing special in my hometown, only a clear spring, a simple and charming clear spring. I, under this spiritual sky, fly the spirit of freedom and pursue my dreams!
Write a rhyming composition 6 If summer is fiery red and full of vitality; Autumn is golden and full of harvest; Winter is white and full of challenges, and then spring is gentle and full of hope. "sasha vujacic."
Spring rain has come, like a needle, like ox hair, like a filament, like the messenger of Miss Chun, and she came to the world together. As the saying goes, "Spring rain is as expensive as oil". No wonder all the flowers and plants have yellow leaves after the spring rain! You see, the flowers on the roadside have actually opened, and some have all spread out, as if to show people its beautiful waist; Some are in the middle, like a shy little girl; There are also flowers and bones in bud, as if to say, "The fun is yet to come!" " "Hey, look, how beautiful this park is. Flowers are gorgeous and compete with each other. The willows beside the pond have pulled out yellow-green willows, and the branches are fluttering in the wind, like a slim girl, showing her slender waist and combing her beautiful long hair, which is a vibrant scene.
Colorful fireworks and crisp firecrackers indicate the arrival of another Spring Festival. The snow in early spring aroused happy laughter, red lanterns reflected a little warmth, and the air was filled with warm breath. Invite the god of wealth, choose couplets, buy firecrackers and buy new year's goods ... In a hurry, people feel the fragrance and busyness of the day, and time also exudes a long-lost fragrance in this grand festival. The dining table is heavy, with deep expectations and blessings. Relatives depend on each other, give each other happiness, silently experience the warmth of home, and the wrinkles of the soul can be gently stretched at this deepest and heaviest moment. The feeling of happiness has been deeply rooted in people's hearts bit by bit. Lazy winter faded away in the deafening sound of firecrackers. In the heat wave of joy, in the sound of auspicious blessings, spring comes quietly. The cycle of the Millennium is still the same, and there is a kind of beauty that can't be hidden in the faint gentleness of spring. Warm but not hot, bright but not evil, patient but not sharp. With a calm and generous smile, she explained all the calluses and blood bubbles, as well as all the expectations and longings. This is a season full of vigor and vitality, where all hopes sprout. The spring breeze gently melted the ice and snow and dispersed the mist.
The songs of spring pass through the overlapping world, singing green the grass in the crevices, the Woods by the river and the moss in the yard; Singing geese flying south; The song awakened the sleeping frog ... and sang a colorful world. In spring, it is not only the grass that jointing, but also our dreams; In spring, not only the seedlings grow, but also our feelings. Let's embrace spring with the touch of sunshine, turn the news of spring into longing, turn the blessings in our hearts into lofty beliefs, sow sweat in spring and reap fruitful hopes in autumn!