I love my motherland and the natural scenery of my motherland.
I not only love the mountains, rivers and land of my motherland, even every plant, tree, flower, stone, brick and tile, I also feel kind and worthy of my nostalgia and caress.
Let’s not talk about the forests of Russia, the sea of ??England, the lakes of Finland, and the islands of Indonesia. China has its own magnificent natural scenery.
We have Mount Everest with thousands of years of snow on our head, the vast Loess Plateau, Xishuangbanna with dense grass and trees, the endless North China Plain, the Yellow River that flows thousands of miles, the mighty Yangtze River, and The primeval forests of the Xing'an Mountains, the coconut groves and blue seas of Hainan Island, the vast green pastures of the northwest provinces, and the countless rivers, lakes and swamps... The mountains and rivers of the motherland! There is no place that has not passed through the hands of laborers. In our business, which place has not shed the sweat of laborers and the blood of soldiers?
I love the land of our motherland! Strong winds have swept it, hail has struck it, frost has Snow has blocked it, fire has burned it, heavy rain has washed it, the cavalry of foreign slave owners have trampled on it, and imperialist artillery shells have bombarded it. However, despite these hardships, it still exists silently. As soon as spring comes, it wakes up again and confidently shows the scene of abundant business and thousands of flowers blooming.
This is the answer of the motherland to the workers. The bare mountains are dressed in dark green robes, the hills and mountains have turned into green stacks, and the valleys have turned into vast fields, covered with The green seedlings, the swamps turned into mirror-like lakes, the overlapping mountains represent bowing one's head and submission, and the irritable rivers also represent a willingness to run...
The mountains of our motherland are always affectionate to us. Every time we sang a song to them, they always responded with the same loud and enthusiastic response.
I love the working people of my motherland. They opened up the wilderness, planted food, and brought water from rivers or wells to nurture me.
I miss my mother. She fed me with her milk and she stroked my head with her big slaps. To this day, I can still feel the warmth of her arms on my body.
I love the culture of my motherland. Sometimes I read famous lines in Chinese poetry aloud, and feel the subtlest emotions, grasp the thought-provoking thoughts, imagine the beautiful scenes, feel the sonorous rhythm and melodious rhythm, and appreciate the charm behind the words. . When I read it proudly, I couldn't help but chant it over and over again, feeling relaxed and fascinated. When it touched the deep folds of my soul, I shed tears unconsciously.
I love the language of my motherland. Every word in it is closely connected with my life and jumps with the top of my heart.
From the simplest sentence, I can think of a long gallery of characters, a series of mountains, woods, cottages, fields, ponds, and lakes.
I have been away from my motherland for several years. In those days, I really couldn’t tell you how much I missed my motherland. This nostalgia is both pain and happiness. The pain is that I am far away from my comrades in the motherland and the mountains and rivers of the motherland; the happiness is that I have such a great motherland for me to miss.
The nature of the motherland often changes its costume. In spring, it wears a colorful dress; in summer, it wears green and light summer clothes; in autumn, it wears a solemn golden-red dress; in winter, it puts on a simple snow-white robe.
The changing seasons of nature promote the growth of new things.
This is the news of spring: look! Some green color is showing slightly on the branches, and the chirping of insects can be heard outside the window. I know that a new generation of insects is celebrating the joy of their new life in a language familiar to me.
In spring, I took advantage of the warm and humid breeze and went to the window to inquire about my health. "Thank you, lovely spring," I said.
The green spring grass is so soft, lush and full of vitality! Its green grass color stretches as far as the distant horizon that the footsteps of spring can reach...
Therefore, grass can arouse many associations and reveries in people more than flowers.
Prosperous flowers and trees cover the ancient tombs, and green moss covers the remaining bricks and tiles. There are changes in the world, but spring is always in a cycle.
On a summer morning, a rural girl walked barefoot and stepped on the crystal dew on the grass, walking to the silver stream and drawing a bucket full of water. The skylark sang in the sky, and the glow illuminated her bright red cheeks.
This is the beauty of a simple laborer!
It was cool in the middle of the night, and I had fallen asleep.
Suddenly I heard the moon knocking on my window and quietly told me that your son was playing the accordion in the woods of the mountain village and having a Children's Day party with the rural children...
< p>In autumn, there are golden and red fruits and colorful yellow leaves everywhere. But it also makes people feel the tiredness of some trees due to excessive fertility.On a clear autumn night, the feathery clouds in the sky are like gauze, slowly being dragged across the Milky Way by the breeze. Countless particles of starlight in the Milky Way flicker on and off.
The close-up view of the human world makes people forget the vastness of the sky!
Can't snow lotus bloom under the ice peaks and snow ridges? Look at it, it's better than the ripples. How about the water lilies on the spring water?
In the palace of flowers and trees, swarms of bees are buzzing. I think this is the song of the laborers!
The dark night is coming to an end, and every tree stands on tiptoe and looks to the east, looking forward to the morning light. Sure enough, soon the red sun came out, hugging and kissing every treetop happily, giving out a golden smile.
Dusk staggers in the vast wilderness. Finally I saw him slumping down like a drunkard and disappearing into the night. When I got up tomorrow morning, I saw that he had disappeared without a trace, and all I could see was the rising sun being held out by the vast red clouds.
Some people feel that the chirping of autumn insects brings the desolation of dusk, while others feel that the singing of orioles adds to the joy of spring.
People often have different reactions to the sights and sounds of nature depending on their status and circumstances.
You may have seen the delicate shadows of the sun posing under the flowers, and you may have seen the exquisite patterns of the shadows of the trees beside the avenue. However, you'd better go deep into the forest to see the morning sun shining in. The wonder of thousands of arrows of light.
I have been to many famous scenic spots in my life, but the one that impressed me most deeply was the creek in front of my hometown. In spring, when the spring water is full, the two holes of the bridge are like a pair of smiling eyes. The drizzle was like smoke, and people walked by with umbrellas on the bridge from time to time. The red cotton trees on the other side were in bloom, swallows were flying around in the rain, and there were gusts of wind blowing intermittent flutes...
I once lay on the embankment of the Yangtze River and listened. The sound of river waves lapping at the shore. I thought of the Battle of Chibi, the Battle of Caishiji, the heroic scenes when the Changfa Army captured Yuezhou, and the Battle of Tingsi Bridge during the First Revolutionary War. All these characters have become a thing of the past. Only the giant factory chimneys standing on the riverside indicate our new era.
Facing the huge Yangtze River, I thought of its development process.
At first it was just a small spring dripping under the snow-capped mountains and ice rocks. Gradually it turned into a trickle among the moss and talc, and then a stream in the deep valley with white waves of joy jumping. After that, it gradually developed. At one time, it was a clear stream lingering among the cattle and pastures. At another time, it was a boiling and roaring waterfall with floating clouds. At another time, it was a lake with waves as flat as a mirror, quietly reflecting the blue sky and white clouds. , and for a while it was a dangerous shoal with rapids and rapids rushing between high mountains and narrow valleys. After countless twists and turns, it finally accommodated many clear and turbid tributaries and formed a boundless and mighty river.
Every holiday, I often go hiking with my companions.
We don’t believe there are any “gods” in the mist-shrouded mountains, nor do we believe there are any “masters” deep in the white clouds.
We go hiking to rest our brains, strengthen our bodies, enrich our knowledge, and also to exercise our revolutionary will.
When we climbed up the first hill with great effort, we looked back at the twists and turns of the path we passed and the falcons flying under our feet, and we felt like shouting loudly. Howl.
After climbing several mountains, we saw higher mountains ahead looking down at us. After finally climbing to the final peak, I looked around and saw the towering cliffs, abrupt cliffs, craggy rocks, and tall pines. Under our feet is the vast sea of ??clouds, and in the gaps between the sea of ??clouds, we can see the countryside and the road to the horizon...
Reading Appreciation 1. Method Instructions This article is a prose poem. This genre is close to that between prose and poetry. With the passion of poetry and the beautiful language of prose, reading should focus on recitation, experience sincere emotions, and taste beautiful language. 2. Key points of appreciation 1. The structure of flowing clouds and flowing water. The full text takes "mountains and rivers" as the main line and can be divided into three parts: the first is an overview, praising the mountains, rivers and culture of the motherland; the second is praising the four seasons of the motherland, morning and dusk, with different moods; the third is praising the endless streams, sand and sea of ??the motherland. . The structure of the full text is compact and natural, and the magnificent scenery of the motherland is connected with the word "mountain and river", which is natural. 2. Rich associations and imagination. For example, when talking about natural beauty, we think of famous places at home and abroad; when talking about land, we think about the destruction of strong winds, hail, frost, snow, fire, heavy rain, cavalry, and artillery shells, but after all the hardships, business is flourishing; when talking about the change of seasons, spring grass, summer women, Autumn fruits, snow lotuses, etc. are all swaying and eye-catching. 3. Clever rhetorical methods, such as metaphor, personification, parallelism, etc., enhance the momentum of the article. For example, "I saw a torrent rushing down, and under the sunlight, it looked like a hanging colorful drill, with pearls bursting out, like a giant dragon spitting foam." The metaphor is vivid and vivid, giving people a beautiful enjoyment.
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