Have no intention of fighting for spring,
A group of people are jealous,
Scattered into mud, crushed into ash,
Only the fragrance remains the same.
Walking into the plum blossom, a faint fragrance filled me, and I couldn't help thinking of Lu Fangweng's first word.
Meiqiao does not strive for spring, she has a unique scenery. A simple farmhouse with windows facing the running water and doors facing the green hills. Around the house, plum blossoms are in full bloom, revealing a faint scent of small stamens. Delicate pink face with a faint smile, delicate and shy, with a faint appointment. Just like a beauty leaning on bamboo, swaying among flowers, expecting her gesture and affection, slowly reaching out to the window.
Year after year, you always take the lead and monopolize the spring scenery. On the bank of a shallow stream, with steep clouds and steep cliffs, you are beautiful and handsome in someone else's yard. You are detached, elegant, fragrant and narcissistic. Those gaudy spring flowers are ashamed to compete with you and dare not open them.
I admire and marvel at your loneliness, simplicity and elegance. Your indomitable spirit, indomitable spirit, indomitable spirit and courage are truly national flowers.
You are not afraid of the cold wind, the thin and hard branches are simple and vigorous, standing proudly, and the flowers are warm and full of vitality in the new year. You despise wealth, are willing to be lonely and poor, and deliberately decorate the monotony and coldness of early spring. But it has given the literati a lot of talents, a plum blossom and a thousand poems. Leng Yan's elegance has won the praise of the world.
This is the true noble character of plum blossom and the real reason why I love plum blossom. Faced with a petite and delicate plum blossom, I thought a lot. In front of you, I find myself so small and humble, and my so-called life sigh is so ridiculous! I can't bear any setbacks and pains, and I always sigh. Compared with plum blossoms, I can only be regarded as a grass in the greenhouse.
Looking up at the branches of flowers, and the green, trembling and vibrant new leaves, I quietly confide in the cold and warm seasons. I know that flowers will wither, the world will change and everything will change.
I hope to see you next spring and enjoy the plum blossom together! Let this blossoming plum blossom be simpler, more beautiful and more enchanting. I would like to accompany you in the early spring every year, draw more poems and colors, and make the boring life full of elegance, interest and fragrance.
There is a lot of chalk on the table in front of the blackboard. These chalks are almost at the end of their lives, and some are even too small to mention. Ding Lingling, the bell rang, and the students rushed to their seats, straightened their chests and waited for the teacher to arrive. The teacher strode in, put the papers on the table and began the class. The teacher picked up a piece of chalk just enough to hold and turned to write for us from the blackboard. Sasha vujacic, sasha vujacic and chalk turned into white granular objects, left their marks on the blackboard, and then disappeared a little. "Borrowing things is better than people, supporting things to express our ambition", when this little piece of chalk wrote the last word for us, taught us the last knowledge and completed its last task, it disappeared. From this small piece of chalk, what a great quality is reflected. That is-dedication.
Dedication is a kind of selfless beauty, it is silent, but it is around us. Where cars honk, there are policemen. No matter the wind, frost, rain and snow, no matter the cold and hot summer, he (she) is sticking to his post, inhaling the exhaust gas of the car, hearing the horn and smelling the peculiar smell of the exhaust gas, but in exchange for the rapid and smooth traffic. Isn't this also a kind of dedication?
Chalk, your beauty is selfless, great beauty, dedicated to others, Tagore said: "The cause of fruit is lofty, the cause of flowers is sweet, but let me do the cause of leaves and contribute silently in the shadow." This is a tribute to you, how great you are, and I praise you, chalk!
"Zhi, zhi, zhi, zhi, zhi, zhi, zhi, zhi, zhi, zhi, zhi, zhi, zhi, zhi, zhi, zhi, zhi, zhi, zhi, zhi, zhi, zhi, zhi, zhi, zhi, zhi, zhi, zhi.
When wiping the blackboard, the chalk stood quietly, let the eraser gently wipe it on the blackboard, and wiped away the lines of handwriting written by it with the body. Countless thin pieces of chalk fell slowly, like rustling jade chips; Like snowflakes falling one after another ... but I feel more like a spirit, a spirit of silent dedication, and more like a noble person. This is the teachers who work silently and diligently to cultivate the flowers of the motherland. Teachers, they have paid their own blood and sweat and cultivated the flowers of the motherland from generation to generation. They work hard, from spring to autumn, from white hair to gray temples, with meager wages, but never complain; Let students step on their shoulders and climb the throne of success; Accept flowers, applause and trophies, but never take credit. Isn't this just like the selfless spirit of chalk? I praise chalk, but also people with chalk spirit-because they don't care about personal gains and losses, don't fight for fame and fortune, and selfless dedication to society!
Is that enough? Hope to adopt