Facing the snowflakes flying all over the sky, standing proudly in the cold wind. In the middle of winter, the ground is frozen, the weather is cold, and the plum blossoms in the snow are so beautiful.
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Some people like peony, some people like wintersweet, and some people like fresh and elegant orchids.
I, on the other hand, have a soft spot for small and expensive high-quality wild chrysanthemums. Chrysanthemum indicum grows well.
At the end of summer, gloomy flowers and bones will be seen on the roadside from time to time. I recognized A Man Called Autumn Flower at a glance.
In the cold autumn, clusters, patches and clusters of wild chrysanthemums will "hide" on the roadside. At that time, my chrysanthemum will blossom and its branches will bend slightly, just like a gentleman who invites a girl to dance.
Petals are small, but because many petals overlap, the flower is still very big. Every morning when I brush my teeth on the balcony, there will be a faint fragrance with me, which will linger in my nose until school.
The reason why I like chrysanthemums so much is not only external, but also internal beauty. Because that autumn.
After school, my classmates skipped by me and whispered to the people next to me.
In my opinion, it is saying, "Look! That forest always falls off the chain at critical moments. " You must be wondering why I think so in my heart, starting with the Olympic Games.
Not long ago, I was full of confidence in the Olympic Games, and my teachers had high hopes for me. But I didn't expect to get the ranking even if I didn't play well at ordinary times, but I fell out of Sun Shan in this important game, which I can't forget for a long time.
There was a fire in my heart. I ran all the way to the "secret room" of Erythrina Park. I sat on a stone chair and let my tears flow. At this time, I suddenly looked up and saw a chrysanthemum in several overlapping stones, which seemed to inspire me.
I have a feeling in my heart from nowhere. Chrysanthemum can keep growing in the face of difficulties, but I am only frustrated.
My heart suddenly enlightened.
Chrysanthemum taught me an important lesson. Frustration is not terrible. The terrible thing is that I can't get out of the shadows. Chrysanthemum, I love your beautiful face and your courage to face difficulties.
I like you, beautiful wild chrysanthemum! I couldn't help but stop writing and write 600 words. I have never seen banana grow so luxuriantly.
They are a circle of crowns embedded in the grass. Eyes full of green leaves spread like petals, and wheels surround slender stems. A few steps closer, I squatted down. It was late summer and early autumn and the grass was yellow. Only the banana in front of us is full of vitality, burning on the grass like an eternal fire of life.
They gather in a circle to form a nearly perfect circle, and their roots go deep into the ground together to absorb the nectar of life. I pulled the stem, but it didn't loosen at all. How many feet have set foot here, but the banana is still slender, and the green stem points directly at the sky.
At the top of the stem are clusters of fruits, the seeds are wrapped in green jade-like shells, and when one is peeled off, a fragrance floats out and permeates the air. The wind is blowing, and the banana waist is slightly inclined. I felt the stem of banana, which was soft and slippery.
How can such a weak stem stand the pressure of dozens of kilograms? Out of curiosity, I stepped on a banana, but when I removed my foot, the green stem was still standing, shining golden in the sun. That cluster, that circle of green seems to twinkle in front of my eyes.
That's its banana, and green is flowing out of its branches and leaves like life. Every leaf shows brilliance, and every upright stem is full of life and strength.
Plantago is the bud of spring, the messenger of summer, the fullness of autumn and the pride of winter. They all take root and grow together, all in the ends of the earth and flourish in the sun ... Plantago and people will encounter setbacks, and we should get up at once, no matter whether our feet are trampled or failed, just like Plantago, it still stands upright after being overwhelmed and glows with the brilliance of life.
In the cruel reality, people and plantains are the same. It is impossible to fight alone. Only by burying roots together and drawing on the strength of life can we have the motivation to move forward. Every leaf is a vital sail, every rhizome and every spike is a rudder that determines fate, and every leaf and stem constitute the crown full of life on this grassland, which is indispensable.
They are not afraid of the cold and barren land, always strong and resolute, and pass on the flame of life from generation to generation. There are 600 words in the composition, "Without flowers and trees, I am an unknown grass."
Grass, what a common name, at the same time, what a small existence. People like to praise arrogant plums, elegant orchids, tough bamboos and warm chrysanthemums, but I want to praise ordinary grass.
Spring should be the happiest season for grass. Grass emerged from the wet soil one by one, breathing fresh air and bathing in warm sunshine. It was very comfortable! If there is a spring rain, the grass should cheer. Grass absorbs nectar and supplements good nutrition, so that people can step, sit and lie down.
This eyeful of new green has put a green coat on the earth. Summer is coming, and cicadas are coming.
It seems that all living things avoid the hot sun. They are not grass, but hold their heads high and face the scorching sun with a smile.
Rainstorm in summer is a must. The "crackling" rainstorm and thunder and lightning make people afraid to go out, but the grass does not bow its head at all, even though its body is controlled by wind and rain.
The grass in autumn and winter is not so energetic. They are yellowish. After the baptism of the hot sun and heavy rain, the grass suddenly aged a lot, not because they were fragile, but because they simply could not afford it! But did you find out? Right there, at the root of the grass, still? I wear bright green. Trees are tied with ropes in winter, but what's the grass? The grass has nothing, but it still has a green hope, which is the expectation of spring.
Grass, which never asks people for it, has made so many contributions to people. The roots of many grasses form a network underground, forming a firm one.
2. Homesickness 800-word composition should be written by expressing your wishes. The cruel wind swept everything, and the cold rainstorm washed the earth.
All the creatures are hiding, only he longs for it to become more violent.
He is proud to meet all this, and only he is brave to face all this.
When the storm comes, flowers closely gather its colorful flowers; And those tall and straight trees seem to have some fears. Animals are fleeing, looking for shelter to accommodate them everywhere.
When the storm came, the shy flowers seemed to leave tears, and they seemed to shout: Help, help ... However, it was too late, the wind blew her to the east and west, and the heavy rain knocked out her beautiful petals, leaving only the broken stems: the towering trees seemed to become small in the face of all this. His lush leaves are few and far between now. The branches that he circled in Qu Zhi were shaking.
Only the weak grass is indomitable. Even though he is not as beautiful as a flower or as tall as a tree, he is upright, upright, strong and unyielding, and has tenacious vitality. He stood proudly on the flat land, and never gave in despite being threatened by strong winds and abused by heavy rains.
"Wildfire never completely devoured them, but they grew taller in the spring breeze." What a wonderful poem! Only he can deserve such a beautiful poem.
Light green grass, the color is green, symbolizing life. The enemy destroyed him, and he waited and waited ... and rekindled the fire of life while the enemy was not looking. Qi Xin United to destroy the enemy.
Grass is an ordinary and extraordinary plant.
Others only find the external beauty of flowers, but not the internal beauty of grass. It doesn't care about these things. He didn't care when people trampled on him with sinful steps.
He never shows off his advantages; His modesty and selflessness make others feel ashamed, just like a sentry guarding his hometown in the frontier.
Although I also like flowers, I prefer the strong willpower and tenacious vitality of grass. I love these grasses that are "insignificant" in the eyes of others.
3. Homesickness 800-word composition adopts ideographic writing. There are no places of interest, bustling cities and stormy waves in my hometown.
But I still love my hometown deeply. There are dense forests, wild flowers and tenacious grass here.
Rows of uneven houses can be seen everywhere, like winding waves. When spring comes, the scenery in my hometown is particularly beautiful.
The grass stretched and yawned, emerged from the soil, and the leaves sprouted. At this time, the lovely swallow flew back from a distance and chirped under one roof, as if to say, "This is a good place, let's settle down here!" " The flowers blinked their watery eyes and looked at everything in the world curiously.
The children took off their thick cotton-padded jackets and played heartily on the grass: singing and dancing, happy as a group of free birds. When hot summer comes, green watermelons make people drool.
At this time, the children came to the stream, took off their sandals and dipped their feet in the river. The clear river makes us forget the heat. In autumn, pomegranate hangs on the treetops like a red lantern.
A gust of autumn wind blew, and the rice was covered with layers of golden waves, which was particularly beautiful. This season is the busiest time for adults: harvesting rice and cotton. Although exhausted, their faces are dependent on the joy of harvest.
In winter, the earth is covered with a thick layer of cotton.
4. A composition is a token of love in winter. Walking in the yard at home every day, I always stop in front of the plum tree in the flower bed, expecting a plum tree to bloom.
On the branches, the gray buds with goose yellow flower bones are expanding bit by bit, just like a pregnant woman who is about to give birth. At the lower end of the tree, among the dense dead branches, if you look closely, you can see that three or five plum blossoms have quietly opened and leaned down, with a faint fragrance, which is refreshing. It's just that the leaves of the tree, although they have turned from green to yellow and withered, are still tightly attached to the branches despite being torn by the cold wind.
Flowers can bloom, why do leaves wither? Fuck, why not pour? It took days of observation and meditation to wake up. Once autumn is over, there will be no warm sunshine and plenty of rain and dew. The plum tree can only reluctantly cut off the green leaves on the tree and stand alone in this ice and snow. When it extends its roots deeper into the soil to absorb its atmosphere, it accumulates all the nutrients and nourishes and cultivates the plum blossoms waiting to bloom. In order to have enough strength, flowers bloom. And the dead leaves of the branches, with the last remaining tenderness, shelter each plum blossom to be opened, try to make it consume less and save energy. If you look carefully, you will find that every flower is nestled in the arms of thin leaves. Only at the top of the plum tree, a few buds appeared on the branches. Just because of the snowstorm, it is also the latest. When the tree is full of flowers, pieces of dead leaves will fall quietly, presenting the brilliance and brilliance of a tree to people. Let the plum fragrance of plums diffuse in the cold wind.
Of all the flowers, I like plum blossom best. Yes, spring is lively, peaches and plums are beautiful, bathed in sunshine, feeling the comfort of spring breeze, singing hymns and enjoying people's appreciation and love. Anyone can occupy a position and get a collar. However, in this gloomy and bleak winter, there is always a hope that flowers will burn out a spring and point to a path to sunshine. The unique plum blossom is willing to give up the colorful spring and choose to bloom in this ice and snow. A plum tree, from gestation to opening, has to go through a difficult and long process. What we are facing is not sudden freezing, but frost, rain and snow all winter. There is no warm sunshine, no warm spring breeze, only loneliness, only cold. Who wants to put up with this cold? Who will appreciate this loneliness? Who wants this loyalty to last? In particular, who is more willing to bear the responsibility of blooming in spring in loneliness?
When it snows heavily, people yearn for plum blossoms. Plum viewing has also become the best place for people. However, many people only appreciate plum blossoms. Who knows the hardships? Many people like plum blossoms, but who wants to go with her? Who wants to be May?
I can't help thinking of Qu Yuan wandering by the Miluo River, Wen Tianxiang sighing on the ocean, and Lu Xun holding a torch in the dark. From them, I saw the character and spirit of Meihua. It is precisely because they knelt down devoutly in this land that makes people love and hurt, and stood firm in the cold winter to stand up to this ordeal; Walking in the dark, I have a sense of courage; Think in loneliness and grow a loyal plum blossom heart. Therefore, the thicker the dust of history, the longer the wind and frost of the years, and the more dazzling their poems and articles are. It also makes many famous people known as figures look small under the illumination of their personality charm. Those words that make them think they are elegant have to shed their lead and beauty, revealing their humble souls and bones soaked in perfume. ...
In this cold day, the wind got into the bone. People walking on the road are no longer so open-minded, so flamboyant and so chic as in the Spring and Autumn Period. Instead, they clung to the collar and shrank their necks. But at the moment, when I wrote this article about Mei, I turned to look up at the plum tree with a skeleton outside the window. I always felt that there was a warm air rising slowly in my heart, and Pushkin's high-pitched voice sounded in my ear:
I built an artificial monument for myself,
On the way there, the grass stopped growing.
It holds its unyielding head high,
Standing on the monument of Alexandria ...
Nostalgia is a warm sweater when you are ignorant, and homesickness is a shallow stream after people woven here go to school there. I stand at the end, my mother grew up at the source, and homesickness is a distant flute. He is playing there and I am listening here, but now homesickness is a full moon. It is such a long journey when the people watching it at this end are in pain and despair. I'm so tired and lonely. Pain is a gathering of one person, which starts and ends by myself. When it is difficult, pain is an infinitely extended space. When I want to leave, I can't find an exit. When I doubt, pain is a constantly dividing cell. When I was a child, happiness was a small candy in my mouth, but it was sweet in my heart. After graduation, happiness is a thick record of classmates, but it brings together the true feelings of all parties. Happiness is a beautiful family portrait. Time goes by, but the smile is cast forever. Now happiness is a warm letter from home, far away but warm in front of us.
6. A composition about caring for things 500 letters Love is a huge flame. Motherly love is a ray of warm sunshine. When we grow up in our mother's arms, we can all feel her love for us. I keep my mother's love in my heart and share it with you today.
It was a Friday and the sky was gloomy. Judging from the weather, I'm afraid it's going to rain. I forgot to bring my umbrella again. What should I do? I locked my brow and looked at the sky. Bang, it rained cats and dogs at once. Raindrops are like a broken pearl. A flash of lightning flashed across the sky covered with dark clouds. I stood at the door of the classroom and looked around anxiously. Suddenly, a familiar figure appeared in the rain. "It's mom." I'm happy to say. I hurried over, hid under my mother's umbrella and told her what happened at school today. I saw my mother's pale face barely squeeze out a smile, and the rain soaked most of her shoulders. I didn't seem to notice this, but I still spoke vividly. When I got home, I found my mother's clothes wet. It turns out that this little thing also contains her deep love.
Once I was sick, my mother took me to the hospital. When I woke up, my mother's eyes were red with tears. My mother was ecstatic to see me awake. She tucked me in while feeding me medicine. When I can't sleep, my mother reads me a composition. I have always felt that this small room is full of mother's love.
Maternal love has always been around us, so what can we do to repay this maternal love? By the way, take excellent grades to repay this maternal love!
A homesick composition of 7.600 words (homesick style), what? Nostalgia, patriotism or more?
When I was young, I obeyed everything and didn't know what sorrow was. Same, flowers, carefree. Happiness is short-lived, with no regrets and no stay.
Gradually, I began to grow up. Left home and went to a distant place. I haven't been home for a long time. Mother sent a core. The contents of the letter made my eyes moist. I closed the letter and saw a stamp on the envelope. Small square, but holding me far away from home and my mother who looks forward to it day and night.
This is my first "worry" when I grow up-homesickness caused by stamps.
Grow up, more mature than before. But a little childish about love.
I came back from far away to visit my elderly mother. I should get married.
The bride is beautiful and virtuous. My mother and I are also very harmonious and happy. The wrinkles on mom's face are clearly visible. But a little happiness still exists. Beautiful bride, my return seems to smooth the wrinkles on my mother's face, which is no longer obvious and seems to be looming.
Soon, I went to that distant place again, leaving only my mother and bride. Mother's face lost a trace of happiness. I gave up, but I left anyway.
The result is more yearning for the bride, less communication with my mother, and gradually forgetting my mother, but the yearning for the bride remains the same. We started to go home at both ends in three days, and a boat ticket narrowed our distance. But my heart only has the position of the bride, and my mother only occupies a small corner.
Many years have passed and I have really grown up. Go back to my hometown again and visit my long-lost bride. Suddenly found that there seems to be one person missing at home. It turns out that mom is not at home, and she has gone far away. -heaven. Further than me. I am separated from her by a thick layer of soil, my mother is lying inside and I am standing outside. My thoughts with my mother suddenly returned to the starting point, endless and endless, and she left with her.
-the third point is the "homesickness" across the short grave.
My mother's departure didn't stop me from growing up. I grew up and even began to get old.
There are a few wrinkles on my face, but I still haven't lost a trace of sadness after vicissitudes. I still miss my mother. The child has grown up.
Gradually, I began to yearn for the mainland, feeling that my mother was there watching me and expecting me to come back to her. I often tell my children that there is something new in the mainland that will make you feel warm. Right here, on the other side of the channel. Just cross the shallow channel of this bay and you can reach it.
So, with this hope, I hope I can return to my mother's side, that warm embrace. On the other side of the mainland-the strait.
I still miss it and look forward to it.
Until I leave, my thoughts will continue until I become "sad".
8. Write a composition on flowers (I will send you some articles for reference and revise them myself).
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My favorite flower is plum blossom, and I especially like its persistence. In that cold winter, all the flowers withered, but the plum blossoms were so vibrant, so bright and beautiful. How many literati at home and abroad praised her with plum blossom as the theme, such as Yongmei by Wang Anshi, a famous writer in the Song Dynasty: A few plums in a corner, a single flower. It is known that it is not snow, but it has a faint fragrance. "Plum blossoms are fragrant at home and abroad."
Plum blossoms are graceful and fragrant, and the flowers are more attractive. Some are white and red, just like apples just picked. Some are as white as snow, just like a girl's face; Some are as red as fire and passionate. Their scent is exciting. On the same plum tree, you can see all kinds of plum blossoms, giving people a fresh and natural attitude, and the pink buds are fresh and lovely. Some plum blossoms have been in full bloom for a long time. They are pink and lovely.
When the north wind roared, plum blossoms stood proudly in the cold wind; When it snows, plum blossoms are indomitable and proud of snow.
Plum blossom is admired by the world because of its ice muscle jade bone and lingering fragrance. Plum blossom, with its strong, noble and indomitable character, gives people the spirit of striving for progress.
Ah! Plum blossom, I praise you!
Of course it is such a noble plum!
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Motherly love is a huge flame and a ray of warm sunshine. When we grow up in our mother's arms, we can all feel her love for us. I keep her love in my heart and share it with you today.
It was a Friday and the sky was gloomy. Judging from the weather, I'm afraid it's going to rain. I forgot to bring my umbrella again. What should I do? I locked my brow and looked at the sky. With a bang, it began to rain cats and dogs at once. The rain fell like a broken pearl. A flash of lightning flashed across the sky covered with dark clouds. I stood at the door of the classroom and looked around anxiously. Suddenly, a familiar figure appeared in the rain. "It's mom." I am happy to say. I ran quickly, hid under my mother's umbrella and told her what happened at school today. I managed to squeeze out a smile on my pale face, and the rain soaked most of my shoulders. I didn't seem to notice this, but I still spoke vividly. When I got home, I found my mother's clothes wet. It turns out that this little thing also contains mother's deep love.
Once I was sick, my mother took me to the hospital. When I woke up, my mother's eyes were red with tears. My mother was ecstatic to see me awake. She tucked me in while feeding me medicine. When I can't sleep, my mother reads me a composition. I have always felt that this small room is full of mother's love.
Maternal love has always been around us, so what can we do to repay this maternal love? By the way, take excellent grades to repay this maternal love!
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Be an epiphyllum, only the fragrance remains. It was a flash in the pan, and the memory was frozen. After a long time, I still can't forget the moment when Epiphyllum first opened. In the bright moonlight, it just opens its arms lightly and embraces this seemingly beautiful world, like a supernatural spirit, without any distractions and suffocating beauty. But it's too short. The price of this amazing beauty is the shortness of life. No tears. Some are just loyal to their stubbornness. So they quietly bloom and wither, leaving people with infinite feelings. No matter how gorgeous and delicate the flowers are, the ultimate fate is still getting old day by day and still dying. Instead, it is better to be like a epiphyllum. Although it is short-lived, it can last forever, and it has never tarnished its innocence, only waiting for the next year. The beauty of epiphyllum lies in the extreme life it shows. It's amazing and fascinating. The beauty that really touches people's hearts in the world is a flash in the pan. It's short, but it can stay in their hearts forever. It is like a cup of hot tea in the middle of the night, a pair of tenderness that caresses cheeks, a fearlessness in the face of difficulties, a detachment of tall buildings, a comfort in desperation, and a tear in the secular world. They just obeyed their inner strength and came out of their inner generate at the most appropriate time, showing the world a little surprise, a little aloof and a little free and easy. Let their most beautiful memories live in people's hearts and remain beautiful after thousands of years. When the body dies, the memory will exist forever. Don't wander in the secular garden, because there are no undefeated flowers; Don't live an empty life, because it's just a walking corpse. To be an epiphyllum is an epiphyllum, leaving a touch of eternal loneliness and beauty in your heart. That's the ultimate.
Hope to adopt, O(∩_∩)O Thank you.
9. Q: When I was a child, I imitated the poem Homesickness.
School is a paradise in dreams,
I'm outside,
Sister is inside.
Grow up,
School is a beautiful story,
I'm inside,
Parents are away.
Later,
The school is a dark room,
I'm inside,
Happiness is outside.
now
School is an ocean of knowledge,
I'm inside,
The destination is outside.
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Give me a cup of kudingcha.
Bitter taste of kudingcha as medicine.
It's homesickness Give me a cup of kudingcha.
Give me a yellow ribbon, yellow ribbon.
Yellow ribbon like a dream, expectation in a dream.
It's homesickness Give me a yellow ribbon.
Give me a handful of hometown, hometown.
The soil in my hometown is almost brown.
Hometown has the flavor of hometown.
Give me a handful of hometown, hometown.
Give me a spoonful of spring water from my hometown, spring water from my hometown
The springs in my hometown are clear and pure.
The spring in my hometown has a cold but warm feeling.
Give me a spoonful of spring water from my hometown, spring water from my hometown
Give me a beam of sunshine from my hometown, sunshine from my hometown.
The sunshine in my hometown is golden.
The sunshine in my hometown is warm and romantic.
Give me a beam of sunshine from my hometown, sunshine from my hometown.