2. Imitate Ji Bolun's "Song of Rain" or "Song of Waves" and write an article entitled "Song of the Wind, the wind runs in space! No matter what words I use to praise you, I can't keep up with your galloping speed, your freedom and your changes.
I marvel at your bravery and lightness. You have traveled all over the world in an instant, and you have traveled all over the boundless ocean. Even Ferrari and satellites can't keep up with your speed.
When you are quiet, gently rub the leaves and walk in the most common and narrow place. Wind! You scream, you howl.
That's your own voice. You slip past us and whistle softly. That's your other voice.
Wind! Run as hard as you can Embrace life freely! Wind! In the context of the forest, you whisper, you say, how much I love life! Wind! In the vast desert, you raised your arms and shouted, you said, I want to eliminate all ugliness and ignorance! Wind! In the dark winter night, you cried in a low voice, and you said, I want to be wronged by the unfairness in this world and leave the last warmth to the weak! Wind! In the sultry summer, you sing, you say, I want to sing a happy song for busy people! If only I were the wind.
3. Are there any articles that imitate Ji Bolun's rain songs? We are the silver thread cast by God from heaven; Nature catches us and uses us to beautify the mountains and rivers.
We are beautiful pearls, falling from the crown of the goddess Ashtar. Our daughter took us away in the morning and scattered us all over the world.
I am crying, but the mountains are laughing; I fell, but the flowers held their heads high.
Dark clouds and the earth are lovers. I sympathize with them and deliver letters for them. I poured my heart into diluting this strong desire between them and comforting each other's traumatized souls.
Lightning heralds my arrival, and the rainbow in the sky declares my end. Life is like this, he starts at the foot of angry thunder and lightning, and then ends in the peaceful embrace of death.
I rose from the sea and soared on the wings of space. I walked down when I saw the beautiful garden. I kissed the flowers on the lips and hugged the branches.
When all was silent, I tapped the crystal glass on the window with my slender fingers, and the sound formed a song, which intoxicated my sentimental heart.
The heat of the atmosphere gave birth to me, but I want to dispel this fiery atmosphere. Just like women, they always get the power to conquer them from men.
I am a sigh of the ocean, a tear of the sky and a smile of the earth. The same is true of love, which is a sigh in the ocean of feelings, a tear in the meditation sky, and a smile in my heart.
4. Imitate Ji Bolun's Song of Rain and Song of the Waves, and write a prose poem in the first person. I am the silver thread that God scatters from the sky; Nature catches us and uses us to beautify the mountains and rivers. We are beautiful pearls, falling from the crown of the goddess Ashtar. Our daughter took us away in the morning and scattered us all over the world. I am crying, but the mountains are laughing; I fell, but the flowers held their heads high. Dark clouds and the earth are lovers. I sympathize with them and deliver letters for them. I poured my heart into diluting this strong desire between them and comforting each other's traumatized souls. Lightning heralds my arrival, and the rainbow in the sky declares my end. Life is like this, he starts at the foot of angry thunder and lightning, and then ends in the peaceful embrace of death. I rose from the sea and soared on the wings of space. I walked down when I saw the beautiful garden. I kissed the flowers on the lips and hugged the branches. When all was silent, I tapped the crystal glass on the window with my slender fingers, and the sound formed a song, which intoxicated my sentimental heart. The heat of the atmosphere gave birth to me, but I want to dispel this fiery atmosphere. Just like women, they always get the power to conquer them from men. I am a sigh of the ocean, a tear of the sky and a smile of the earth. The same is true of love, which is a sigh in the ocean of feelings, a tear in the meditation sky, and a smile in my heart.
5. Imitate Ji Bolun's Song of the Waves. If the wind has color, what color do you want it to be? If the wind has color, I hope it is red.
That kind of warm red, the wind has become an angel given by heaven. The warm red wind blew, and people who were hungry and cold stood up and walked out of the dark and damp corner. They get strength from the wind and don't have to suffer anymore. There is also a warm atmosphere in the indifferent crowd, and the wind has melted the frost on people's faces; Passion, a long-lost emotion, fills the whole world. Come, dance with the red wind.
If the wind has color, I hope it is orange. Colors shine like the sun. In the endless night, we will never be lonely again. People who live in the dark will see the light when they see the orange wind. The bright wind roared and rolled, tearing the night and gloom to pieces.
Orange is the color of harvest, the orange wind is the omen of harvest, and the golden wheat waves suddenly rise on the green fields ... all the efforts have finally paid off.
If the wind has color, I hope it is green. The breeze turned the sand green.
6. Imitate Ji Bolun's Song of Waves and Song of Rain, and write a Song of Snow for advice instead of Song of Snow.
I am a tear in the sky, falling into the cold heart of the air and turning into a butterfly. The dancing butterfly is me, saying goodbye to my mother in the sky.
I fly quietly in the deserted street at night. The black night curtain is my background and the quiet moonlight is the only light that belongs to me. Although sometimes, a lamp or two lights up for me, it is only a short-lived light, and soon only the moon shines on me. I dance alone at night, and nobody cares.
In the morning, accompanied by a ray of winter sunshine, I heard a cheer and the children shouted happily. At this time, I am radiant. I was gathered by the children. Although I don't know what I have become, at least the children are happy because of me.
I scatter myself in every corner of the earth. I like white best, much like the world in fairy tales.
Although I hate leaving, I can only stay here for one winter. Spring is coming, and the sunshine in spring is too warm for me. I feel myself melting, a wonderful feeling, which means my mission is over.
7. Imitate Ji Bolun's Song of the Waves or Song of the Rain and write a prose poem of about 50 words. I am an elf. Teacher Chun woke me up. I quietly poked my head out of the ground, shook the dust off my body and took a breath of fresh air.
Release your fragrance and beauty in the sun. I am a rainbow, and the sunshine illuminates me, so I look for new things in nature and make friends with them. They are always happy to see me and invite me to dance. Nature is full of vitality and beauty.
I held my head high, and the sun father-in-law gave me beautiful seven-color light; I looked down and my brother Cao Qing sang for me. Rain and the earth are my mother and father.
I am thirsty, and my mother makes me suck milk greedily; I was hungry, and my father let me absorb energy to my heart's content. In autumn, I turn into spring mud, but I firmly believe that I can overcome difficulties and setbacks! In winter, I proudly bloom on the branches of plum blossoms. I'm sure I can overcome the difficulties, I have overcome the setbacks! Another spring, I leaned out my little head.
I am more confident to show my beauty in the sun. My life goes on like this.
I am the spirit of spring; Raindrops in summer; Maple leaves in autumn; The sunshine in winter.
8. Imitate Ji Bolun's Song of Rain and Song of the Waves, and write a prose poem called Song of Plum Blossoms (prose poem). I am a faithful watcher in winter, and also an emissary to convey the message of spring.
Suffering experience is my precious wealth, and I understand that "the edge of the sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from bitter cold." I silently accompanied the snow, calmly greeted the wind and rain, and quietly listened to the praises of the wheels running over the frozen soil.
I was bathed in the first ray of sunshine at dawn, and the mist was my elegant veil. I stood in the lonely evening in Shan Ye, smiling with fragrance.
There is no warm pursuit of bees, no kisses from butterflies from time to time, and no intimate comfort from the spring breeze. However, I am not lonely at all. The literati's visit broke the iron hoof, and they cheered me with a lot of beautiful poems.
Dan Qing's wonderful hand wandered back and forth, fascinated, and felt that "my family has distant relatives in the mountains." They described my beauty and let me enter the vision of ordinary people. Photographers pointed their cameras at me, celebrated me, blessed me and shouted for me ... I come from China and have visited all over the world as an emissary of friendship.
I am seen all over the country, and I am a famous flower in everyone's heart. Peony is the best in the national flower selection. But I'm not jealous at all. I am a descendant of the Chinese people and a symbol of China.
Song Zhulan and I are also called the Four Gentlemen. Because we have the same dream and pursuit.
I despise cowardice, I hate hypocrisy, and I never want to go along with traitors, traitors and public enemies. I advocate beauty, I remain ordinary and I am more loyal. Jiang Jie is my incarnation. She sings.
I love the solid ground under my feet, and cold is my most reliable lover. I don't care about those accusations that only blossom without results.
I have great expectations, and I have a warm fragrance. Although there is no fruitful ending, I have worked hard honestly and the process is brilliant, so I have no regrets. Song of the Wind I am a gauze as thin as a cicada's wing. God spread me to the world, so the four seasons took me to make new clothes for nature.
I was a stream of thoughts from Athena, so people took me away and added vitality to the world. I am happy and make people feel comfortable; I growled, people were afraid, and people were at a loss. Dandelion and the earth are lovers, and I am a carrier pigeon that conveys love between them: this one is extremely hot in his heart, and I will handle it; I went to comfort the sad man. My roar is a harbinger of a storm. The stillness of the tree symbolizes my departure. The fate of the earthly world is the same: I was born in all things and left silently. I flew over the grassland, and the endless grass in Qian Qian bowed to me. Once I see injustice, I immediately shout, punish those restless people and perpetrators, and let them apologize to me. In silence, I touched my broken heart with gentle hands. . .