The footsteps of autumn, like those of spring, are silent. She came to us quietly without giving you any hint.
Walking alone in the aisle of the campus, a cool breeze blew, mixed with the smell of flowers and plants, sweet, oh, no, fragrant. Occasionally, I looked up and found that the leaves on the tree were yellow and Metasequoia was dancing with the wind.
The leaves flying in mid-air are so beautiful that people have infinite reverie. Poets are fascinated by it, and I am fascinated by it. I am not a poet, and I have no poet's words. I am neither a writer nor a writer. I'm just an ordinary person. When the wind rolls the leaves to the ground, it is inevitable to have a feeling of sadness. The leaves flying all over the sky always have a moment of landing, and that moment is the end of their lives, and no one cares anymore. Perhaps, only sanitation workers swept them into a ball and took them to another world. Perhaps, they will be buried deep in the soil forever and reduced to ashes.
I am as ordinary and unremarkable as this fallen leaf.
Lying on the roof alone at night, watching the stars all over the sky. They are also so ordinary. Twinkling, though ordinary, always has its own light. Small as it is, it always has its own wealth. I love this starry sky, so clean and pure, just like our hearts.
Time flies and the breath of autumn is strong.
It's raining, scratching, hiding under the covers in the morning, and the warm, comfortable and soft big bed gives me spiritual comfort. Because sleeping is a great pleasure in life. Helpless, after the alarm clock rang three times, I habitually turned off, got up again and went to class.
I hurried by in the rain with an umbrella. I don't have the habit of holding an umbrella when it rains lightly. Walking in the rain is romantic and enjoyable.
It cleared up, and then I went to the roof to look at the starry sky, only to find that the night sky was not as bright as before, with a hint of sadness.
Autumn, perhaps "the frost leaves are red in February flowers" is the most beautiful compliment to her.
Autumn wind autumn rain autumn leaves
When I was a child, I had a vague concept of the four seasons. I only know that spring is warm, summer is hot, autumn is cool and winter is cold. As time goes by, people grow up, and I slowly fall in love with the birds and flowers in spring; Fall in love with the fun and ice cream in the swimming pool in summer; I fell in love with making snowmen, having snowball fights and watching snow scenes in winter ... only autumn makes me feel bored. Especially in autumn in my hometown, I only see the leaves wither all day. Boredom is nothing more than a few troubles.
Since learning English, I have given names to the four seasons of the year. Spring is warm, summer is hot, autumn is cool and winter is cold. Maybe the name of Qiu is cold, and I have a good impression on it.
In high school, the Chinese teacher said that autumn in my hometown is the most beautiful season of the year. I didn't fully believe it at that time, but I always had some doubts. But from then on, I began to observe and feel autumn.
Autumn rain often falls, thin and dense. The wind is mixed with rain, and the rain falls with the wind. The rain gently washes everything on the earth, the ground is polished, and the leaves are constantly oozing raindrops full of particles. At dusk, the wind and rain slowed down. The sun climbed out of the clouds again and gave her afterglow to the earth. The yellow leaves reveal a faint reddish color in the soft sunshine, just like the beautiful cheeks of a shy girl.
Where the autumn wind blows, the leaves will make a rustling sound, which is very nice. When the wind is strong, yellow leaves will break free from the shackles of trees and dance with the wind, just like a beautiful yellow butterfly, singing and dancing with the accompaniment of the wind. At this time, just three or two people walked through the falling yellow leaves. Isn't this a beautiful picture? But it is so fleeting, like a flash in the pan. It disappeared before I could appreciate it carefully.
I regret this short-lived beauty, and I regret the fortitude of autumn leaves. It tried so hard to get rid of the shackles of the big tree, but didn't know that the leaves would eventually return to the roots? For such a short freedom, is it worth burying yourself in deep roots forever? But I think, maybe this is the spirit of autumn leaves. Their real purpose of getting rid of the shackles of big trees may not be freedom at that moment, but injecting themselves into the roots for the last time, so that the big trees can have sufficient nutrients in the cold winter. New and stronger leaves will grow on the branches next spring. Aren't those new leaves exactly what they were? Thinking of this, I am proud of autumn leaves. I didn't expect them to have the idea of "sustainable development". It's incredible. Perhaps it is given by mysterious nature.
Spring breeze makes people sleepy; The summer wind makes people feel sultry and uncomfortable; The wind in winter makes people feel cold and biting. Only the autumn wind makes people feel refreshed, neither sultry nor cold, but also makes people awake a lot. I simply doubt that the autumn wind has a refreshing effect, and coupled with the coolness of the autumn rain, this wonderful drug primer, a rare "natural herb", has probably been formed.
Autumn wind and autumn rain may be the most perfect couple in the world. Autumn wind blows autumn rain, accompanied by autumn wind. They can make everything in the world reflect crystal luster and autumn elegance. Maybe they can trim out a beautiful autumn picture. Looking at their figures, I can't help feeling that autumn wind blows and autumn rain flies; Autumn wind sends cool, autumn rain sends cool.
Autumn wind, autumn
I'm glad to answer the landlord's question. Please forgive me if there is any mistake.
2. Quote poems to describe the scenery. Thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, the north wind blows goose feather and snow one after another. (Gao Shi: "Don't be big")
Crows fell on the moon, crowed coldly, slept on maple trees, and slept in fishing lanes by the river. (Zhang Ji: (Night parking near Fengqiao))
Two or three peach blossoms outside the bamboo forest and ducks in the water first noticed the warm spring. (Su Shi: "Title Hui Chong"
A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice. (Liu Zongyuan: "Jiang Xue")
The wild path is dark, and the river is bright. (Du Fu: "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night")
The sun sets slowly near the western hills, and the Yellow River flows into the East China Sea. (Wang Zhihuan: (at the Heron Hotel))
The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen. (Wang Wei: "Summit")
The cicadas are singing, and the Woods are particularly quiet; The singing of birds in the mountains is more beautiful than usual. (Wang Ji: if you enter)
When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream. (Wang Wei: "Bird Song Stream")
There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths. (Liu Zongyuan: "Jiang Xue")
Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate. (Du Fu: (Hope of Spring))
Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep. (Hao Haoran:
The silence of spring is because I don't want a long stream of water, and the shadow reflected on the water is like sunny days and breezes. (Yang Wanli: "Xiaochi")
Old vines are faint crows, small bridges are flowing, and old roads are thin horses. (Ma Zhiyuan: "Sand cleaning? Qiu Si ")
Jasper dressed as a tree, hanging down ten thousand green silk tapestries. (He Zhangzhi: (Yin Liu))
The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold. (Zhinan: "Jueju")
Weicheng is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow. (Wang Wei (sent to Yuan Ershi Anxi))
I think that's all. ! ~
The first paragraph of this 450-word landscape composition quoted a poem. Autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times. I say autumn is better than spring.
I like autumn. Love its fruitful results, love its golden leaves, and love its fascinating charm.
Autumn is not as soft and lingering as spring, as hot and wild as summer, and as dull and indifferent as winter.
Autumn is crisp. With the cool breeze and rustling yellow leaves, there is a blue sky overhead, mixed with several clouds; At the foot is a flat street, full of gold. Everything is so free and easy, pure, just like the painting "silver candle cold screen, light Luo small fan flapping fireflies" as beautiful.
Autumn is romantic. The geese flying south leisurely crossed the night sky like meteors; The evening breeze blowing head-on, like a lively and naughty horse flying by. "Poor September 3rd night, dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow".
Qiu is sincere. A coolness makes hypocrisy and selfishness disappear, and it is replaced by infinite comfort. Open-minded and honest with each other. In such a refreshing and natural season, how can we tolerate suspicion and melodrama?
I love autumn, because it is fresh, romantic, sincere, unrefined and freely flowing, revealing a refreshing new idea.
I love autumn, because its noble and unique charm makes people admire and appreciate.
4. Poems often quoted in landscape writing provide some poems describing the moon.
Flowers in the next pot of wine, no friends, drink alone. Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people. -Li Bai's "Drinking the Bright Moon Alone".
The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it frosty already? Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly remembered home. -Li Bai's "Silent Night Thinking".
There is nothing to say when you go to the West Chamber alone, and the moon is like a hook —— Li Yu's Hui Huan.
The bright moon surprises the magpie, and the breeze chirps at midnight. -Xin Qiji's "Xijiang Moon"
It is still the moon and border pass in Qin and Han dynasties, and the enemy has fought a protracted war. -Wang Changling's "The Embankment"
People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. -Su Shi's "Water Tune Songs"
The spring breeze in Jiang Nanan is green. When will the bright moon shine on me? —— Wang Anshi went boating in Guazhou.
Frosty night, Jiang Feng, fishing fire, worrying about sleep. -Zhang Ji spent the night near Fengqiao.
Bright Moon in the Sky, brightening the whole of heaven —— Looking at the Moon and Thinking about the Distance by Zhang Jiuling
The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon. -Meng Haoran's "Sleeping in Jiande River"
In the morning, she saw the change of her hair cloud in the mirror, but she dared the cold of moonlight with her evening song ―― Li Shangyin's untitled.
Write a poem of friendship
After all, the world is just a small place. Said to send Du out of Shu.
I advise you to have a glass of wine. There is no reason not to go out. -Wang Wei's "Send Yuan II An Xi"
Sailing alone in the blue sky, I can see the Yangtze River flowing in the sky. -Li Bai's Farewell to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou.
Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love. -Li Bai's "To Wang Lun"
A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks? -Gao Shi "Don't move big"
Poetry with the theme of "birds"
There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths. -Liu Zongyuan's Jiang Xue.
In the spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing everywhere. -Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn".
When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream. -Wang Wei's "Birding Creek"
The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back. -Tao Yuanming's drinking.
Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate. -Du Fu's Hope for Spring
Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, and birds fly around in front of my nervous eyes ...-Du Fu's "Looking at Yue"
"Rain" poem
Green bamboo hat, green hemp fiber, no need to return to the oblique wind and drizzle. -Zhang's Fishing Song.
The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold. -Monk Zhinan's quatrains
Weicheng is also lighter than rain and dust, and the guest house is green and willow. -Wang Wei's "Send Yuan II An Xi"
More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain. -Du Mu's "Jiang Nanchun Jueju"
The night will be over, I lie in bed listening to the sound of wind and rain, in a daze in my dream, riding an armored horse across the frozen river to the northern battlefield. -Lu You's "The Storm of November 4th"
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. -Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night"
Seven or eight stars in the sky, two or three rains in front of the mountain ―― Xin Qiji's Xijiang Moon
How many flowers fall after a stormy night. -Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"
Mourning day, drizzle like tears; Pedestrians on the road want to die. -Du Mu's Tomb-Sweeping Day
The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy. -Su Shi's Drinking Rain after Chu Qing on the Lake.
The mountains and rivers are broken, the wind is drifting, and life experiences the rain ―― Wen Tianxiang's Crossing the Lingdingyang.
A poem with the word "mountain"
Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city. -Meng Haoran's Passing Old People's Village
Wan Li to Rongji, the mountain is flying. -Mulan poem
From the north side of Gushan Temple to the west side of Jiating, the lake is just level with the embankment, with low clouds and waves on the lake. Bai Juyi's Spring Tour in Qiantang
I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints. -Cen Can's Farewell to Tian Shuji Wu's Homecoming, Song of Snow.
The cries of apes on both sides of the strait are still unconsciously crowing in their ears, and the canoe has passed the heavy green hills. -Li Bai's "Early Making Baidicheng"
If Wei Qing, who attacked Longcheng, and Li Guang, the flying general, were alive today, the Huns would not be allowed to go south to spend their horses in Yinshan. -Wang Changling's "The Embankment"
The sun sets slowly near the western hills, and the Yellow River flows into the East China Sea. -Wang Zhihuan is at the Heron Villa.
The Yellow River is getting farther and farther away, because it flows in the middle of the Yellow River, and Yumenguan is located on a lonely mountain. -Wang Zhihuan's "Liangzhou Ci"
There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay. -a tour of Shanxi village by land.
Try to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet. -Du Fu's "Looking at Yue"
Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely. -Tao Yuanming's drinking.
Poems with "flowers"
I want wet clothes, apricot blossoms and rain, and my face is cold. -Monk Zhinan
The next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers are reflected in the sun with different colors —— Yang Wanli's A Letter to Lin Zifang from Jingci Temple in Chu Xiao.
Frogs can be heard in the fragrance of rice flowers-Xin Qiji's Xijiang Moon.
The children ran after Huang Die and flew into the cauliflower, but there was nowhere to be found ―― Song Yang Wanli was in Xugong Store in Xincheng.
In April, the flowers in the world are exhausted, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are in bloom —— Bai Juyi's Peach Blossoms in Dalin Temple.
5. Writing landscape composition needs to quote 600-word poems to recognize self-worth in pursuit.
Populus euphratica, which stands proudly in the desert of flying sand and stones, has created the miracle of "not dying for 300 years, not falling for 300 years, and being immortal for 300 years". What they pursue is the tenacity and unyielding struggle against the desert, but they never yearn for the water town in the south of the Yangtze River where the breeze is blowing and the drizzle is raining. In the pursuit of unyielding beliefs, they kept their true selves and realized their true value.
So is life. People should pursue something, but not blindly. Only by keeping a clear head and recognizing yourself can we better realize the value of life.
Qu Yuan, a great patriotic poet, can keep the truest pursuit of life. He didn't collude in the intrigue of officialdom, but sent out the feeling that "the world is cloudy and I am alone, and everyone is drunk and I am alone". He didn't "go with the flow, feed badly and sip lightly" in the dirty officialdom. He would rather devote himself to Miluo than defile his pursuit. In his pursuit of life, he never forgot his true value. Facing the test of reality, he left us an immortal reputation.
The pursuit of life should be varied, just as graceful willows yearn for colorful spring and birds yearn for blue sky and white clouds. They should always remember their true identity and recognize their self-worth, instead of going beyond this limit and doing something they can't chew.
Li Bai, a great romantic poet, left us with endless wealth and wisdom. He didn't forget his value because of his frustrated career. He is free and bold. "Oh, how can I bow and scrape to those high-ranking officials whose sincere faces will never be seen?" It is a true portrayal of his inner quality. Tao Yuanming's quiet leisure has brought us endless enjoyment. They found their own life value in their own pursuit and did not get lost in setbacks.
Only by finding the right value orientation can we better appreciate the interest of life, instead of blindly pursuing and forgetting our true identity.
We felt great ambition in Su Shi's lofty sentiments of "flying stones over the air, crashing into the shore and rolling up thousands of piles of snow". Recognizing self-worth in pursuit is a kind of wisdom and a choice of life.
People say that the pursuit of life should not be the same, otherwise, everyone will lose themselves and the richness of life.
The long road of life requires us to struggle. In the pursuit of life, we can clearly understand the value of ourselves and create the glory of life in the journey of life!
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The examinee accurately grasped the meaning of the fable given, and the topic "Recognizing self-worth in pursuit" is the central argument of the full text. After Hu Yang and Life is the Same in Nature put forward their own views, the article adopts a hierarchical structure, taking Qu Yuan, Li Bai, Tao Yuanming, Su Shi and others as examples, and discusses them layer by layer with rich examples, thorough reasoning and convincing.
6. Quote ancient poems to describe the beauty of spring around you. The beautiful scenery in the heart of 450 words "I walked gently, just as I came gently."
E799BE5BAA6E58685E5EB93133330336265 "Winter goes and spring comes, and everything recovers. Spring girl finally arrived in people's expectation. She sowed the hope of spring on the earth, sprinkled nectar and made spring beautiful.
"Jasper makeup is as high as a tree, and thousands of green silk tapestries hang down." The willow branches were pulled out under the baptism of the spring rain, and the grass crept out of the soil and moved under the breeze.
Where are the flowers? Unable to bear loneliness, I opened one after another. Red is like fire, pink is like chardonnay and white is like snow.
Some flowers are like smiling faces, while others are like shy little girls blushing. Others are in bud, like bright little eyes, hiding in the flowers and flirting with the sun.
From a distance, it has become an ocean of flowers and a world of grass. Little bees also rushed to come.
They buzzed as if to say, "Spring is coming! Spring is coming! " Butterflies are singing and dancing among the flowers. Miss Chun came with Xifeng.
"Blowing your face is not cold." The spring breeze blows across the fields, leaving a trace of vitality on the wheat seedlings.
Spring breeze blows across the river, leaving ripples in the lake; The spring breeze blows on the children's tender little faces, making them feel warm. Spring breeze touches the earth like a mother.
The earth is also exuding infinite vitality under the care of the spring breeze, and a beautiful scene of prosperity is panoramic. "Sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently.
"Little raindrops leave the dark clouds, and mother falls to the ground. Hit the flowers in the face, hit the seedlings, hit the land after a long drought.
Flowers are swaying happily in the rain, welcoming spring in their own unique way. The seedlings greedily suck the rain and dew and grow sturdily and happily.
The farmer's uncle was all smiles. People walk on the road with umbrellas, but their hearts are full of joy of life.
Reaching out to touch the spring rain, raindrops playfully jumped into my palm, wet, soft and soft. In this beautiful spring, how can we have fewer animal friends? Birds sing spring in the trees and call for friends.
Earthworms emerged from the soil and reveled in this beautiful spring. Swallows shuttled back and forth in the air like arrows.
I was intoxicated by the charming spring. The beauty of spring-the beauty in my heart.
7. The use of ancient poetry can be based on the theme of "friendship, affection and love". ) Spring will also go away, and it will be beautiful! The sky is high and the yellow land is thick, and the Three-North Shelterbelt winds forward, which is a winding green belt in Northeast China, North China and Northwest China. The journey is long, which is the spring dream that nature is about to recover; When the sun sets, the cattle and sheep return to the round, satisfied and peaceful.
Leaving a lush grassland, the chewed chewing marks are still full of vitality. Artificial grassland is like the eyes of nature, no longer waiting for God's mercy. Fat cows and sheep are a grateful gift from nature. Go back, go back, the fields by the lake, and return to the original pearl of nature; The cultivated land obtained by returning farmland to forests, returning farmland to forests and cutting forests has also been given natural green clothes.
I see dotted lakes, like bright night pearls, and I see green forests, like long-awaited dreams. 14 1 project sounded the loudest clarion call for environmental protection in new China.
Sand control, water control, tree management, treatment of the riddled earth, heal the scars left, and make up for the mistakes made; The Three Gorges Project is a trans-century project. News of water brought by South-to-North Water Transfer Project; West-to-east gas transmission, so that energy flows along the artery; Alcohol replaced gasoline and turned the air into a spirit of hope; Returning straw to the field is fertile for the present and utilitarian for the future; Drip irrigation and sprinkler irrigation will light up the colorful rainbows of water-saving agriculture and go away in late spring, protecting the environment for everyone and reviving nature. Ai Qing said, "Why do I always have tears in my eyes? Because I love this land deeply! " "When I read this sentence, my heart melted.
Yes, modern China needs the cry of bottoming out most, because only such a cry can have such deep love. Only by truly loving this land can we move the sky and turn love into action! A sigh a thousand years ago killed the great rivers and mountains in Nantang, but a sigh a thousand years later is the dying hope of the earth. Nature gave birth to the title page of human civilization with its generosity, but sounded a yellow alarm for human beings with its rudeness and fury! "Running water is gone in spring!" Cry naturally! "Join hands with * * to build a beautiful home!" Our declaration.