In our daily life, everyone has tried to write a lyrical composition through scenery, which can vent their emotions and adjust their mood. How to write a good composition? The following is a selection of lyric compositions carefully arranged by me for you, hoping to help you.
Selected passages of lyric composition by borrowing scenery 1 scattered ginkgo biloba
There is a tree in my home, ginkgo tree.
This tree neither blooms nor bears fruit. It's like doing a self-circulation and growing its green leaves; Yellow leaves fall, like a cassette record, repeating year after year.
Very lonely.
The small leaves at the beginning of the fan are very different from the tall green trees outside, and its branches are not just the thickness of the baby's arms. Like a small child. Like a hunchbacked old man, looking at the traffic outside the window, he was so lonely that he burst into tears. ...
Mom said that it was planted in the big yard before, and it grew lush, and it would bear fruit like bamboo leaves in summer. When autumn is ripe, it is delicious ginkgo. When my great-grandfather's favorite great-grandmother stewed chicken with ginkgo, the two ginkgo trees were planted when my great-grandfather and great-grandmother got married. But because of the death of his great grandmother, the ginkgo tree he planted moved to his grave. Another ginkgo tree began to get shorter. The green leaves turned yellow and began to die.
Mother carefully cultivated and finally saved the ginkgo tree. But since then, ginkgo biloba has no results.
As long as I can remember, my great-grandmother has been silent, just like the fruitless ginkgo tree. For a long time, she would touch the tree and talk about her recent situation and her life. As if the tree could understand what she said. At some point, there will be turbid tears in the corner of my eyes. It's like going back in time. When great-grandparents were alive, they sat under the tree chatting and laughing, and they were full of affection.
Fireworks are flying all over the sky. I am charming for whom, but I am drunk watching flowers.
Quicksand falls all over the sky. Who am I missing? Just fate is like water.
So, scattered ginkgo biloba ...
There is a tree in my home, ginkgo tree.
Rain is the melody of nature and the messenger of spring!
Spring rain falls on the fields like a wisp, nourishing the green wheat fields.
The spring rain is falling, the rain is foggy, and thousands of silver wires are rippling in mid-air, just like a bead curtain, covering everything like a cloud. Lively swallows wear it in the rain, trying to cut the rain curtain with scissors-like tails. ...
Spring rain falls on the leaves of willow leaves, rustling like a girl stroking the strings gently and swallowing mulberry leaves to silkworm babies. ...
The spring rain is falling, and the raindrops fall on the pink petals of peach blossoms, rolling like thousands of pearls with colorful luster.
The rain sprinkled on the river rippled on the calm water. The clever little fish jumped up and made a splash, as if to let the glittering raindrops suck.
Rain seeped into the soil, and the wheat seedlings spread green leaves, shining with rain and dew, and green as willow branches; The grass woke up, stretched itself, and got out of the ground with the breath of spring. ...
Spring rain falls on people's hearts. An old farmer was standing in the rain, and crystal raindrops fell on his gray hair. He looked at the wheat seedlings in the field sucking the dew of spring and smiled as if to say, "Spring rain is as expensive as oil!" " "
The spring rain is falling, and you are the messenger of Miss Chun. You came to the earth with the spring, nourishing the green wheat seedlings, embracing the gurgling stream, emitting the fragrance of the earth and bringing vitality to the earth.
The spring rain is falling ... falling ... and the earth laughs. ...
People wander in the landscape, constantly looking for their faces. The stars are shining, the first quarter moon is embedded in the starry sky, and there are waves of fragrance in the jujube forest-not the fragrance of jujube trees, but the fragrance of flowers. Now the night is deep, there is no light in the room, and the spring breeze blows in gently from the window, bringing flowers to the whole room. The night is quieter, so quiet that you can hear the sound of dew dripping on the petals. Just as the meteor rises, a crescent moon like a moth's eyebrow hangs on the distant treetops. There are flowers in the wind, and the scenery is mysterious and beautiful. Rainstorm is like a prodigal son who broke into a rich family in the middle of the night. It came suddenly and went quickly. But after he came, everything was moistened and changed by him. There is a fragrance of early spring leaves in the Woods, and the chill in the wind is heavier, but the world is peaceful and quiet. No one, no sound, the noise and troubles in the world of mortals seem to have been completely isolated from the door. It's just that some of the most dangerous and terrible things in the world are often hidden in this calm. The blue sky, the returning clouds, the sun has just risen, and the crystal clear dew is sprinkled on the red flowers and green leaves. The wind is also fresh, fresh and fragrant, just like the breath of a passionate girl. No fog, faint white clouds, it looks like a dream. A gust of wind blew, and the faint crows in the pine forest woke up, and the sunset in the west was even lighter. Then dusk enveloped the earth. The moon is full. The smell of cinnamon is floating in the autumn wind. The fragrance of cassia seed is full of chill. The wind blows in through the window, and the moonlight shines in through the window. The wind is as cold as the moon.
Throughout the ages, I wonder how many people have used many nouns to describe "Liu". Some people say that willow is like silk, others say that willow is like snow. In the eyes of ordinary people, willow is always soft, whether it is like silk or snow. Spring night, spring rain, Bashan. Rainy nights in spring are always sad, especially in the mountains, isolated mountains, sloping stone roads, and moss marks splashed with ink ... How many sad memories of famous predecessors have been buried under moss marks, and how many spring flowers have turned into spring mud before they are released. The sunset suddenly appeared from a large chaotic cloud. The sunset is already red, very red. Sunset is the reddest when it is about to set. Is anybody there? Are people like this? Snow, when it meets warm sunshine, will of course melt. However, the Millennium ice will not melt, not only will it not melt, but it will make the sun cool and become eclipsed. It's early summer, the sun is shining, the sea is blue, seagulls glide lightly between masts, and life is colorful and full of youthful joy. The deep hall is heavy Another heavy bamboo curtain is deep, which isolates the world of mortals from the curtain, but hides the autumn charm of the deep mountains in the hall. The bamboo curtain asked if there were swallows hovering on the beam. The former Wang Xietang, the former swallow, has flown into this yard today. Zhong Ding on the desk, is it a relic of Jingu? The faint morning light, the shadows of flowers everywhere and the chirping of birds outside the curtains make the hall quieter. The three kings are waiting for the shutter to welcome guests. The picturesque mountain forest is still lit with a little light, reflecting pavilions and bamboo waterfalls. Waterfalls fall from the sky, flying beads splash jade, as bright as silver. Strangely, such a large waterfall hangs upside down from mid-air and pours into the lake. The sound of water is not deafening, but it sounds more refreshing. Obviously, water power has been skillfully vented a lot. There seems to be a faint sound of silk and bamboo in the wind, which makes this picturesque valley more peaceful and quiet. The silence in the mountains is always bleak, which is by no means something that people in the world of mortals can think of.
The spring sun, like a little girl's face, finally emerged shyly from the clouds and shone warmly on this bustling long street. Badminton made of three chicken feathers and two copper coins is jumping around in the street. Various colorful kites are flying in the blue sky, and even the old man's mouth secretly contains a sweet-scented osmanthus candy. The long and cold winter has finally passed, and everyone is ready to enjoy the joy of spring.
A bunch of azaleas have blossomed under the hillside, and the distant green hills have been washed as green as jade by the spring rain. A pair of butterflies flew in and out of the flowers, and the garden was as quiet as if it were outside the world of mortals. Spring is ahead, the rising sun has just risen from the verdant distant mountains, and the breeze carries the fragrance of new leaves in the distant mountains. Dewdrops shine in the sun, like the eyes of a first lover. It thundered, and spring thunder rang again. The downpour, like a long-simmering anger, finally fell. Lightning tore the dark sky, and raindrops shone like pearls, and then turned into a silver screen, covering the dark land. It should be sunrise now, but when there is no lightning, it is darker between heaven and earth. There may be few people in this world who associate the desert with the ocean. The ocean is vivid, magnificent and beautiful, full of vitality, which makes people open-minded and passionate. There are many people who love the ocean as much as life. What about the desert? No one will like the desert, and people who have been to the desert will not want to go again. However, if one can really understand the ocean and desert equally, he will find that these two seemingly completely different places actually have many similarities. They are all equally ruthless, and they can also make human beings feel the smallness and humbleness of life, and they are also full of totally unbearable changes. In this change, human life will immediately become as fragile as an eggshell under a hammer. To some extent, the ocean is even more violent and cruel than the desert, and it also carries some merciless ridicule for human beings. Although the sea is green and lovely, there are probably more people dying of thirst at sea than in the desert. Look at this river. It's rising all day. Even if someone throws two thousand gold, it will only splash. When the spray disappears, the river will not change, as if nothing had happened. Whether you invest 22 thousand gold or 100 kilograms of scrap iron, the result is always like this. That's what happened. There are many helpless things in this world. Once it's over, it will be like a spring dream.
I like to enjoy the full moon, but I don't know what I want. The two-day full moon in January will eventually disappear and continue. What is the significance of the beauty of those two days?
At the weekend, grandpa invited me to play chess. I was in a happy mood, but I was a little absent-minded when I saw the moon-like chess pieces. So, I asked my grandfather the fundamental principle of winning chess. I saw that he scratched his white beard and pointed to the coach and said, "Under the condition of ensuring the safety of the coach, we can see every meaningless but extremely important action, but the intention of the other party is invisible and the process is cumbersome. Of course, in a comprehensive situation, every piece is the key to winning. "
I am completely immersed in grandpa's extremely serious reasoning, as if I have a feeling of chess life! Evening also opened the window screen, and the crescent moon climbed into the sky early. When I enjoy it alone, it reminds me of the chess pieces on the table. Isn't every state of the bright moon a watch? Isn't every change of chess pieces and every ups and downs of the moon for better results, just like those of us who are working hard?
I was so excited that I ran into the house and shouted at my grandfather to ask for a rematch. In the open space outside the house, we set up a small table, and the moonlight filled the table. With the bright moon, every step of changing this piece is not important, because I have found meaning.
Every effort of the moon is still for the sake of being better and disappearing, but it is still a flash in the pan and beautiful. In fact, your seemingly meaningless changes every day will change your life. Even if you don't change, you will enjoy the process. The bright moon has changed itself, and at the same time it has illuminated others.
Every time I see the sea, it's like getting out of darkness and seeing hope.
Sometimes I am really glad that I live in such a city surrounded by the sea. So close to the sea, looking up will always be a blue and transparent sky. As long as you stand on the roof, you can see the glowing place.
But I don't just want to see it. I want to get closer and feel it.
There are always so many people on the beach, and the hair blown by the sea breeze is always Zhang Wei's smiling face. And I don't feel sorry for the little things in my life. People can be infected by joking. I believe this sentence, because every time I go to the seaside, I always smile and watch my mother walk with her daughter on the shallow sea, hand in hand happily.
There is no constant sadness in life.
Perhaps it is this sea that washes away people's troubles, so I feel that when I get close to the sea, I see the hope in life and feel the power brought by a smile.
I went to see the sea with a hope, not a sad and unforgettable mood. Because what I want to bring to the sea is more hope rather than more sadness. People will feel the kind of light that the sun brings to this land when it rises from the sea level with dazzling light.
Growing up with the company of the sea, I felt the comfortable climate it brought us, the comfortable climate it brought us, and the hope of my life. Breathing under the same sky, we have long regarded the sea as our friend, and have a look from time to time.
You'll feel it, right?
Five Plum Blossoms Selected from Lyric Composition by Borrowing Scenery
Winter is coming, the cold wind is whistling, and Wan Li is frozen. Only plum blossoms are not afraid of the cold, and the top snow is open, which stands out from the crowd. The more the wind deceives the snow, the more delicate the flowers bloom; Not only that, plum blossom has the essence of being different and not competing with flowers for spring. In this way, can plum blossom not become the object of praise of literati?
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In the cold winter, facing the biting north wind alone and enduring the biting cold, only plum blossom is the strongest and most persevering flower. Although there is no elegance of rose, no attraction of gardenia, and no magnificence of peony, it has spread all over the world with its ordinary, simple and backbone beauty. It is not afraid of cold, hardship, frost and snow, and is indomitable.
Some people say: safflower needs a green leaf lining. But I didn't see the green leaves lining the plum blossoms. There are no leaves on the smooth branches. There are some charming flowers, such as red, yellow, white and pink. Most notably, it has a dark green color that is rare in other flowers. This is really one of the best flowers. Plum blossoms are still fragrant, and you can smell the refreshing fragrance after reading them. When you are relaxed and happy, you have to admire: this kind of fragrance should only be found in the sky, and it is rare to smell it on earth.
If the peony flower is a rich girl, then the plum flower is a jade Tianshan girl, gentle and lovely, cold and proud, and sprinkles the most beautiful style to the world! Her iron will and unyielding pride are even more energetic, full of vigor and charm after winter, which makes people have to fall for it and admire it: there will really be such a stunner in the world. I really want to invite her to my house, but the house is too small to hold her huge body, so I can only watch Mei sing.