2. Write a composition that imitates the stream in the forest of Prishvin, and enjoy the fireworks in the spring night like a flame. Colorful fireworks in the night sky are scrambling to fly upwards; With a grateful heart, know the people around you who care about you-inscribe that a year's plan lies in spring! The leaves in the north have fallen, and the trees in the south are growing new branches! At the end of the year and the beginning of the year, there is always a special concern around our hearts, bringing greetings to relatives and friends, or silently missing people far away. In this spring, let's deeply understand the Spring Festival and keep it beautiful! At the dawn of 29, 2008, a ray of warm sunshine shone on my bed through the window. Oh! Is this a gift for me? In the morning, the bustling streets are crowded with people, and people rushing to buy new year's goods are still coming from all directions. They are busy buying desirable new year's goods.
3. Imitate Stream in the Woods and write a landscape essay about autumn leaves.
Autumn wind and autumn rain, autumn scenery, what a beautiful picture. Green in spring, fire in summer and snow in winter all have their own flavors. But I love butterflies in the autumn wind-flying leaves.
In the autumn wind, a fallen leaf falls and spins into the arms of the mother who raised the earth. Look at its voice and shadow. When it thinks of spring, it is budding and reporting the arrival of spring. In summer, it opens its huge body to shield people from the sun, and people enjoy the happiness brought by leaves in the shade. Autumn has come, and it falls quietly, because it wants to reserve enough nutrients for the big tree.
You see, the maple leaves in that park are all different in shape, some are oval, some are oblate and some are like five-pointed stars. The colors are also different, such as green and tender, yellow and dark yellow, red and scarlet, brown and colorful, just like thousands of colorful butterflies, which are more attractive against the bright and high blue sky. The cool autumn wind blows.
In the autumn wind, Ginkgo Garden flutters like handfuls of small green fans, and the yellow on the side seems to be the ornament of this "small fan". It feels slippery and suddenly smells refreshing.
Compared with flaming maple leaves and green ginkgo leaves, the leaves of buttonwood trees seem to be much older: in spring, willow girls are much more beautiful against willow leaves, but in autumn, the shiny green leaves are much yellower than before. ...
I love the leaves in autumn, and I also love the maple leaves all over the mountains. Its thin stems, strewn at random leaves, criss-crossing veins, and the red color that symbolizes enthusiasm. ...
4. The text "Stream in the Woods" imitates the full text of "Stream in the Woods". If you want to know the center of the forest, find a stream in the forest and swim upstream or downstream along the shore.
In early spring, I walked through that lovely stream. The following is what I saw, heard and thought there.
I saw that the running water met the obstruction of spruce roots in the shallow place, so it gurgled and bubbled out at the roots. As soon as these bubbles come out, they will soon float away and burst, but most of them will float to new obstacles and squeeze into a shiny flower, which can be seen from a distance.
Water meets one obstacle after another, but doesn't care. It just gathers into a stream of water, as if to tighten muscles in an inevitable struggle. The water is shaking.
Sunlight casts trembling Shui Ying on spruce trees and grass, and then Shui Ying flashes on tree trunks and grass. The water gurgles in trembling, and the grass seems to grow in this music, so Shui Ying looks so harmonious.
After the water flows through a shallow and wide place, it rushes into the narrow deep water channel. Because the flow speed is fast and silent, it seems to tighten the muscles, and the sun is unwilling to be lonely, so that the shadow of the tight water keeps swaying on the trunk and grass. If you encounter a big obstacle, the water will mumble, as if to express dissatisfaction. This kind of noise and the splash of obstacles can be heard far away.
However, this is not weakness, complaint or despair. These human feelings and water are completely unknown. Every stream firmly believes that it will reach free waters. Even if you meet a mountain like Mount Elbrus, it will be split, and it will come sooner or later ... The shadow of the ripples reflected by the sun on the water is always like a ray of light smoke, shaking on trees and grass.
In the murmur of the stream, the tender buds covered with resin are blooming, the underwater grass grows out of the water, and the grass on the shore is more and more lush. Here is a quiet whirlpool, with a fallen tree at the center, and several shiny little beetles circling on the calm water, causing ripples.
The water flows smoothly in the restrained noise, and they are so excited that they can't help calling each other: many powerful water flows come together to form a big water flow, talking to each other and calling each other-this is the greeting of all the water flows that come together and want to separate. The water stirred the newly-born yellow buds, and the yellow buds rippled on the water.
In the life of the stream, bubbles appear frequently for a while, and excited greetings are sent between flowers and swaying shadows for a while. A tree has been blocked across the stream for a long time. When spring comes, it will grow new green. But the stream has found its way under the tree, rushing through, shaking the trembling Shui Ying and making a gurgling sound.
Some grass has long been out of the water, and now it is standing in the stream and nodding frequently, which is not only an answer to the shadow trembling, but also an answer to the running of the stream. Let there be a jam on the road, let it appear! Where there are obstacles, there is life; If not, the water will immediately flow into the ocean lifelessly, just like an unidentified life leaving a lifeless body.
There is a large depression on the road. The stream filled the pond with water without stint, moved on and left the pond to live its own life.
There is a big shrub bent by winter snow, and now many branches hang down into the stream, just like an Okumo, gray, crawling on the water and gently shaking all its slender legs. Seeds of spruce and poplar float.
The whole process of the stream flowing through the forest is a road full of continuous struggle, and time is created from this road. The struggle continues, and life and my consciousness are formed in this continuous process.
Yes, if there are no obstacles in every step, the water will flow away immediately, and there will be no life and time at all ... The stream is struggling to its best, and it is twisted like a muscle, but there is no doubt that it will flow into the free water of the ocean sooner or later, and this "sooner or later" is time and life. The stream struggled forward in the grip of the two banks, calling each other and saying the word "sooner or later".
The sound of "morning and evening" keeps ringing all day long. When the last drop of water has not run out, when the spring has not dried up, the water always says repeatedly, "sooner or later, we will flow into the ocean."
There is a circular entrance on the shore, where the ice has been removed. A pike left in the flood was trapped in the spring of this inlet.
You will suddenly come to a quiet place by the stream. You will hear the deep cry of the gray finch and the rustling of the gray finch fiddling with the dead leaves, which will resound through the forest.
Sometimes, some powerful currents, or streams with two streams, meet at an oblique angle and hit the steep banks reinforced by many centuries-old spruce thick roots. It's so pleasant: I sat on the root of the tree and rested, listening to the powerful currents calling each other leisurely under the steep river bank, while listening to them greet each other confidently, saying that they would reach the ocean sooner or later.
When flowing through Yang Shulin, the stream dissolves like a lake, and then concentrates in a corner, falling from a cliff one meter high, and the sound can be heard far away. There is a rush here, but the small lake is quietly rippling, showing its emotional evaluation intensively.
The stream makes me linger, always reluctant to leave, and I feel bored. I walked to a road in the forest. Now the grass here is extremely low and the green is dazzling. There are two ruts on both sides of the road, both of which are water.
On the youngest birch tree, the buds are relaxing and the aromatic resin on the buds is shining, but the forest has not put on new clothes yet. In this still bare forest, a cuckoo flew this year: it is unlucky for a cuckoo to fly into a bare forest.
Before I dressed up in spring, only strawberries, Pulsatilla and Primula were in full bloom. I came to this logging area early for the winter, and now it is the twelfth year. I am very familiar with the bushes, trees and even stumps here. This desolate logging land is a garden to me: I have touched every bush, every small pine tree and spruce, and they have become mine, just like I planted them myself. This is my own garden.
I went back to the stream from my "garden" and saw a great event in the forest: a giant century-old spruce, whose roots were washed away by the stream, fell down with all the new and old cones, and all the lush branches were pressed against the stream.
I am a stream in the forest. Composition 1000 words: "Every stream is convinced that it will reach free waters. Even if it meets a mountain like Mount Elbrus, it will split it and arrive sooner or later ..." That was my first contact with this article. Although the Chinese book has been lying in my desk for nearly a month, I have never been lazy to read it carefully.
This is a paper. Language is not as fresh and refined as novels, but it has its unique charm. The word "wise and profound" is the most appropriate to describe it. But what really makes me like it, like most people, is Xiaoxi's confident, brave and indomitable image.
In the author's eyes, the stream is the heart of the forest. I have read streams and forests. Indeed, the stream is the representative of nature, and the obstacles it encounters when it flows through the forest are experienced by everything in the world.
What I admire most about the stream is that its process from the source to the end of the sea is as gentle and gentle as movement, and sometimes it is passionate. This is its life, maybe short, maybe long, but what is hidden behind it is its tenacity and happiness! Xiaoxi never expresses his dissatisfaction easily. When it faces obstacles again and again, it always makes people feel its tenacity, strength and high spirits.
It may be because it knows that even complaining will not help, or it may be that it is born with the ability to face setbacks like this. This is not something I can guess, and I don't want to think about it.
I agree with the author's contempt for mediocrity. We live in this peaceful era, and the turbulent life of "serving the country faithfully" is too far away from us.
And the life I want is just the kind of life that is content with the status quo, and I won't stop dreaming because of a beautiful scenery on the road of life. I have my own clear position, and a challenging life is what I expect, similar to H1N1.
That kind of stagnant, content with plain, confused life is a kind of torture in my opinion, which makes me feel disgusted. While pursuing the goal, the stream is also full of fun of life.
It has so many like-minded friends, the team is growing and the strength is gathering, which also makes it more confident and has a little more hope of success. How I wish I could be like a stream, not lonely, but I-.