Blue is color, and light blue contains vitality and vigor; Lake blue, bright and bright; Peacock orchid is elegant and smart; Deep blue is serious and quiet. Light blue is a gentle color, and pink blue is a cheerful color; Gray-blue is the color of vicissitudes, and phthalocyanine blue is a heavy color.
Blue is blue. The melancholy of blues music is known all over the world. The deep saxophone whispers the plight of black people, the jumping piano accompaniment reveals indulgence and helplessness, the lingering harmonica tells the hardships of survival, and the diagonal guitar stirs up wandering and loneliness.
Blue is the sea, and every sailor knows the noise and changes of the sea. Navigators seek dreams by the sea, fishermen make a living by the sea, and pirates are presumptuous by the sea. How many stories, myths and legends come from this rambling blue; How many people, how many great achievements, how many pioneering works, all come from the violent and sometimes peaceful blue at this time; In this blue background, there are many sunrises, sunsets and thrilling scenes. Listen, who said the seas run dry and the rocks crumble? Look, who's here again; Think about who will accompany you to the ends of the earth; Read when you can get a vast sky.
Blue is the sky, and whether the sky is happy depends on whether it is blue. This exquisite sky blue is so vast. Clouds can perform heartily here; The wind can gallop happily here; Meteors can pass freely here; The mood can be released here at will.
Blue is me, sunny, cloudy, sunny in spring and sad in autumn. Blue is my color. I have pink and blue clothes in summer, a dark blue scarf in winter, a transparent blue umbrella in rainy days and light blue sunglasses in the hot sun.
Blue is life, but I like to look up, because I can see the sky when I look up. The sky is blue. I like days without clouds. The sky is pure blue, from shallow to deep, like a complete curtain, but the curtain has not been opened yet. You can temporarily ignore and speculate on the clutter and complexity behind the scenes. All you can see is blue, which makes you quiet, peaceful and peaceful. When I am sad, I like to look at the sky, my eyes are reflected in blue by the sky, and my tears are dyed blue, which is the loss of blue.
Blue is color, and light blue contains vitality and vigor; The lake is blue and bright; Peacock orchid is elegant and smart; Deep blue is serious and quiet. Light blue is a gentle color, and pink blue is a cheerful color; Gray-blue is the color of vicissitudes, and phthalocyanine blue is a heavy color.
Blue is blue. The melancholy of blues music is known all over the world. The deep saxophone whispers the plight of black people, the jumping piano accompaniment reveals indulgence and helplessness, the lingering harmonica tells the hardships of survival, and the diagonal guitar stirs up wandering and loneliness.
Blue is the sea, and every sailor knows the noise and changes of the sea. Navigators seek dreams by the sea, fishermen make a living by the sea, and pirates are presumptuous by the sea. How many stories, myths and legends come from this rambling blue; How many people, how many great achievements, how many pioneering works, all come from the violent and sometimes peaceful blue at this time; In this blue background, there are many sunrises, sunsets and thrilling scenes. Listen, who said the seas run dry and the rocks crumble? Look, who's here again; Think about who will accompany you to the ends of the earth; Read when you can get a vast sky.
Blue is the sky, and whether the sky is happy depends on whether it is blue. This exquisite sky blue is so vast. Clouds can perform heartily here; The wind can gallop happily here; Meteors can pass freely here; The mood can be released here at will.
Blue is me, sunny, cloudy, sunny in spring and sad in autumn. Blue is my color. I have pink and blue clothes in summer, a dark blue scarf in winter, a transparent blue umbrella in rainy days and light blue sunglasses in the hot sun.
Blue is life, the color of my life!
2. The color of life When it comes to the color of life, most people associate it with green. Green is called "the color of life", which symbolizes the continuation and development of life.
But I want to say that the color of life is white.
Your rich imagination gallops freely, jumping out of reality, walking into hallucinations and thinking of these ghostly and terrible things. ...
You may say that white is so monotonous, so boring, so artistic, so ordinary and so empty. ...
You may start to contradict me by saying all kinds of bright colors ... about how these colors match life. ...
White is composed of seven tones, red, orange, yellow, green, indigo and purple. Not monotonous, not boring, not lacking in artistic sense, not ordinary, not empty ... On the contrary, it is complex, diverse and colorful, and it has the purity endowed by people.
Perhaps, people will gradually forget SARS and the unusual experience in 2003, the "war" without smoke. The progress of science and technology can save mankind from diseases, but who can save our hearts? Who is the "angels in white" who heals our spiritual wounds?
In my heart, life is blue, and it is endowed with the broad mind of the sea; In my mind, life is yellow, full of longing and fantasy.
One winter, it snowed and the whole village was covered with snow. Snowflakes fall on the face, ice and ice are cool, and my heart is cold. Footprints in the snow, people have succumbed to "cold"; Small animals also saw that they were conquered by "cold". When I was almost desperate, suddenly, the color of life-green, lit up my eyes. From a distance, a pine and cypress tree is still standing in the snow. Don't you feel cold? I'm confused!
I sympathize with people. Pines and cypresses can fight for survival in the snow, but people don't even have this willpower. Aren't you sad? Until now, I still have that piece of pine and cypress in my mind. Although it has been covered with snow, the branches with upright tops actually stand upright in the wind. The wind attacks it from time to time, but it just silently takes over. Even if the snow on his body makes him breathless, he still won't give up, and he won't give up. I can't help but respect. It has done what even human beings have done, and it is also its innate spirit of never giving up and never giving up. I think, even if the wind is strong, even if it blows down, the faith in the hearts of pines and cypresses will not be affected at all. It knows how to fight for life and never give up!
People! You know: life is not smooth sailing, and setbacks are inevitable. You should rise to the challenge and try your best to overcome it, so even if you fail, the glorious pine and cypress can stand up in that weather. Can you bow to that little one?
3. Write a short essay of more than 800 words on the topic "The Color of Life". Each of us has our own color of life, which we choose with our heart, which is subtle, passionate and straightforward ~ ~ ~ which is the embodiment of our different pursuits, so choose with our heart!
green
Did you hear that? Buddha Violet, is that you? Your bohemian character doomed you to an extraordinary life. Therefore, it also creates your vivid color. You let lux take off his boots, the imperial concubine poured you wine, the emperor respects you, and the people love you. But because of the fatuity of the emperor, you were banished to the other side, struggling and missing all day long. However, your broad-minded mind accepted all this, and we seemed to see you drunk, holding a pen in your hand, and saying, "Although you drowned with wine, since the water is still flowing, you can cut it with a sword." That touch of green left an indelible impression in my heart. Are you excited? Choose carefully!
red
I seem to see you in red again, standing by the river, mourning for the country and the people. Qu Yuan, a great patriotic poet. You bemoan the incompetence of the monarch and the displacement of the people because of the war, and you feel sorry for your fate. I have been an official for so many years, but I have not realized my lofty ideals. You looked at the river and thought it might wash away the filth of officialdom and the dust of soul, so you jumped down and chose an open-minded way to accept it with your heart! That touch of red seems to be a scar in people's hearts. Are you excited? Choose carefully!
ash
Is that you? The one who is always worried about the people of the country? Du fu? You, a poet who saw the decline of the country and the suffering of the people, are getting older and older under the torture of ruthless war and wind and frost. In the cold, you want to "live in a vast building, which is a great shelter for all the poor in the world". What qualities do you have? Although your fate is gray, you still face it calmly. That plaster won't stop your glorious image. Are you excited? Choose carefully!
black
You are Mr. Lu Xun who holds a pen for the people's revolution! Your article reveals your serious but black humor. When you were in troubled times, you resolutely gave up your ideal of serving the people and defended the dignity of the people with your pen. Black is your character and the color of your life. Left an indelible mark in the long river of history. Are you excited? Choose carefully!
We have different choices and different pursuits, just like those celebrities, I hope we can choose a color that suits us with our heart! Even if we have different pursuits, we should choose with our heart! Are you excited? Choose carefully!
4. Write a short essay of not less than 800 words on the topic of "living colors" (senior high school)
I only like blue in the colorful world. Refreshing, jumping, lively and natural. My life is blue.
I am the blue sky, vast and boundless. Baiyun bird is my companion, and Sun and Moon are my elders. Maybe because I am open-minded and helpful, I have many friends. Maybe I am approachable but tall and far away, maybe I have too many places to explore, and I am always elusive ... anyway, I want to do a good job in the sky.
I am a blue sea, bottomless. The fish said to me, "You can't see my tears because I am in the water." I said, "I can feel your tears because you are in my heart." But who can feel my tears? Because I am deep, I hide my pain in my heart. The cloudy sky is a heavy night; The downpour is my sad cry under the covers; The rough sea is my outlet to the air ... anyway, I want to do a good job in the sea.
I love blue and I love my life. Do you have the color of your life, love the color of your life, and love your life?
I only like blue in the colorful world. Refreshing, jumping, lively and natural. My life is blue.
I am the blue sky, vast and boundless. Baiyun bird is my companion, and Sun and Moon are my elders. Maybe because I am open-minded and helpful, I have many friends. Maybe I am approachable but tall and far away, maybe I have too many places to explore, and I am always elusive ... anyway, I want to do a good job in the sky.
I am a blue sea, bottomless. The fish said to me, "You can't see my tears because I am in the water." I said, "I can feel your tears because you are in my heart." But who can feel my tears? Because I am deep, I hide my pain in my heart. The cloudy sky is a heavy night; The downpour is my sad cry under the covers; The rough sea is my outlet to the air ... anyway, I want to do a good job in the sea.
I love blue and I love my life. Do you have the color of your life, love the color of your life, and love your life?
5. Write an article about the color of life. I like to look up, because when I look up, I can see the sky. It is blue. I like days without clouds. The sky is pure blue from shallow to deep, like a complete curtain, but the curtain has not been opened yet. You can temporarily ignore and guess the clutter and complexity behind the scenes. My eyes are only blue, which makes you quiet and peaceful. When I am sad, I like to look at the sky. The lake is blue and bright; Peacock orchid is elegant and smart; Deep blue is serious and quiet. Light blue is a gentle color, and pink blue is a cheerful color. Gray-blue is the color of vicissitudes, and phthalocyanine blue is a heavy color. Blue is blue, and the melancholy of blues music is known all over the world. The deep saxophone whispers the plight of the black people, the jumping piano accompaniment reveals indulgence and helplessness, and the lingering harmonica tells the hardships of survival. Diagonal guitar arouses vagrancy and loneliness. Blue is the sea, and every sailor knows the noise and changes of the sea. Navigators seek dreams from the sea, fishermen live on the sea, and pirates are addicted to it. How many people, how many great achievements, how many pioneering works, all come from the violent and sometimes peaceful blue at this time; How many sunrises, sunsets and thrilling scenes are embedded in this blue. Listen, who said the seas run dry and the rocks crumble? Look, who's here again; Think about who will accompany you to the ends of the earth; Missed, when can I get a vast sky? Blue is the sky, and whether the sky is happy depends on whether it is blue. This exquisite sky blue is so vast. Clouds can perform here. The wind can gallop happily here; Meteors can pass freely here; My mood can be released here at will. Blue is me, sunny day is clear, cloudy day is cloudy, spring is bright and autumn is sad. Blue is my color. I wear pink blue clothes in summer, a dark blue scarf in winter, a transparent blue umbrella in rainy days and a pair of light blue sunglasses in the hot sun. Blue is life, and I like to look up, because when I look up, I can see the sky, which is blue. The sky is pure blue from shallow to deep, like a complete curtain, but the curtain has not been opened yet. You can temporarily ignore and guess the clutter and complexity behind the scenes. Your eyes are only blue, which makes you quiet, peaceful and peaceful. When I am sad, I like to look up at the sky, my eyes are reflected in blue by the sky, and every tear is dyed blue, which is the loss of blue. Blue is color, and light blue contains vitality and vigor. The lake is blue and bright; Peacock orchid is elegant and smart; Deep blue is serious and quiet. Light blue is a gentle color, and pink blue is a cheerful color. Gray-blue is the color of vicissitudes, and phthalocyanine blue is a heavy color. Blue is blue, and the melancholy of blues music is known all over the world. The deep saxophone whispers the plight of the black people, the jumping piano accompaniment reveals indulgence and helplessness, and the lingering harmonica tells the hardships of survival. Diagonal guitar arouses vagrancy and loneliness. Blue is the sea, and every sailor knows the noise and changes of the sea. Navigators seek dreams from the sea, fishermen live on the sea, and pirates are addicted to it. How many people, how many great achievements, how many pioneering works, all come from the violent and sometimes peaceful blue at this time; How many sunrises, sunsets and thrilling scenes are embedded in this blue. Listen, who said the seas run dry and the rocks crumble? Look, who's here again; Think about who will accompany you to the ends of the earth; Missed, when can I get a vast sky? Blue is the sky, and whether the sky is happy depends on whether it is blue. This exquisite sky blue is so vast. Clouds can perform here. The wind can gallop happily here; Meteors can pass freely here; My mood can be released here at will. Blue is me, sunny, cloudy, sunny in spring and sad in autumn. Blue is my color, pink clothes in summer, dark blue scarf in winter, transparent blue umbrella in rainy days and a pair of light blue sunglasses in the hot sun. Blue is life, the color of my life.
6. The composition entitled "The Color of Life" is colorful, and we can't and can't dilute it. We can only choose to decorate it with misty rain in the green spring, or put a sentence "I said autumn wins the spring tide" on it in the cold autumn.
I don't know who once said that human vitality is like a novel, and its value lies in perfection, not in the length of its length. It makes sense to think about it.
We can't prolong the road of life, but we have the ability to broaden it, because God fixed our life at the beginning of creating HarmonyOS system, just like the camera fixed our expression after clicking, and no one can escape the fate of "no elegy for me, flowers fall and people die".
So Haizi weaved the beach with "facing the sea and blooming in spring"; Van Gogh took his "Sunflower" to pursue the dream country that knows how to appreciate paintings; Qu Yuan pursues an ideal society of sages. ...
7. "The Color of Life" is a 600-word examinee composition 24. What is the color of life? Columbus said, "It's blue. I have been with the sea all my life. Blue is inclusive and broad. " Yuan Longping said, "It's green. I have cultivated in Gansu for fifty years. Green is dedication and hope. " "It's white," said the nightingale. I wear a white coat to take care of my life. White is care and responsibility. " Lenin said, "It is red. I have a responsibility. " Combine your own understanding of life and write a composition on the topic of "the color of life" Requirements: Write your own experience, experience or understanding and thinking. The style is not limited, and the number of words is not less than 600. Tip: Life is colorful. You can expand the most touching sentence in the famous saying and write a narrative or argumentative essay. You can also choose a few words and write a composition in parallel structure. I have a box of paints in front of me, one with five colors. The problem is, let me draw the color of life. I was silent for a long time and took out a red pigment. I come from China, or rather, I come from China with bright red blood. I love my motherland, the flying five-star red flag is dyed with the warmest red. This is the color of the motherland. However, I hesitated when I found that many people around me picked up red and drew beautiful colors on the drawing paper. I put down red and replaced it with blue. The quiet blue lay quietly in my palm, like a clear water, as vast as the sea. Blue is the color of the earth and the origin of life. It is the embodiment of water, and it has always been an unobtrusive and inclusive color. This time, I took out green. It's not that I don't love blue. I saw that touch of green on my classmate's drawing board, so bright and lively that pure blue can't match it. We are still teenagers, and what we need in life is cheerful and healthy green. It is a symbol of the earth, a symbol of the forest, and a color that represents the hope that animals yearn for. Such a beautiful and lovely green! I have opened the lid of the green paint, but I stopped. There are two tubes of paint in the paint box. What are they? I fumbled for a while and took out a black pigment. Black-I look around, and my eyes are full of beautiful things, but only he is sitting in the corner. The white paper is covered with thick black, and the irregular lines imprison all his bright colors like a net cage. I was suddenly out of breath, looking away and hugging black tightly. I hate this depressing color! What a horrible thing it would be if people were black all their lives. Endless crying will drive people crazy one by one. War and burning houses in the distance will raise a large area of black fog ... I will throw black back into the paint box. There's one last color. I gently took it out and suddenly froze. It is white. I looked at the white paint and clean white drawing paper in my hand.
8. Write 1 composition with the theme of "Color of Life", about 600 words. Fate often favors those who persist in fighting against it.
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Have you heard this story? There is an innocent and lovely little girl who was diagnosed with acute lymphoblastic leukemia two days before her third birthday. Since then, although he has been hospitalized many times, his condition has always been difficult to control.
From the age of 4, she began to learn painting, because her biggest dream is to be an excellent painter when she grows up. She likes drawing the protagonists and lovely animals in fairy tales best. For a young child, she may not understand the threat of death.
Therefore, in the process of fighting the disease, whenever she has time, she will open the sketch book, pick up her beloved crayon, endure the pain and draw a beautiful picture in her mind. By the age of seven, the little girl had drawn more than 8,000 crayons. She will ask her parents to keep anything she thinks is better. In her young mind, she never gave up her dream of being a painter.
After struggling with the disease for four years, the little girl lived a short life of seven years and nine months with great desire for life. However, she left more than 8,000 beautiful color pictures for children all over the world. The little girl's name is three bottles of johanna.
On September 18, 2000, johanna's paintings were exhibited at the National Bone Marrow Disease Association Center in Minneapolis, Minnesota, USA. All the people who have seen johanna's paintings are infected by her persistent courage to survive and optimistic spirit, and they all shed tears. Such a young life can face the threat of death calmly and realize his dream with tenacious perseverance.
In fact, a person's life, no matter how long or short, is extremely small for the whole world. Now, no matter what situation we are in, no matter how much pain we suffer, as long as we can meet the challenge of bad luck with hope and courage and fight for our dreams, we will leave a gorgeous color for our lives!
Life is a blank sheet of paper. After experiencing life, life will have different colors, and it will give us motivation at different stages of life and keep our ship of life moving forward in the ocean.
My life is a blank sheet of paper. I braved the wind and waves, sailing in the ocean of life, and the sea kept pounding me. I feel pain when I am hit, but it is because of the impact that I have walked through many seas and enjoyed countless scenery.
In this long journey, I changed from white to color, and my color is increasing in the ocean.
Look at the colors of my whole body, and you will find that most colors are composed of blue, green and red.
When I started to set sail, I kept adding green to my body, which was my love and enthusiasm for life. I keep moving forward, my heart is full of hope, I am daydreaming, full of green, full of hope, and I am moving forward.
I have traveled many places and crossed a large river basin. When I overcame the storm and entered the sunny world, looking at the beautiful scenery on both sides of the strait, my heart was full of happiness and my red color was increasing.
Another prominent color is blue. Whenever I pass by a place and encounter some unfair things, I always stand up and fight against evil and fight for justice. Then, the blue of justice began to fill my body.
Of course, I have other colors on me. I have a sad purple. Whenever I am alone, purple will gradually expand, but I will soon make it disappear. Because, I am a confident and cheerful person.
I have gray on me, too Although I am confident, sometimes I can't help being defeated by the storm. When I lie on the beach and watch the storm stand in front of me, gray will quietly appear on me. No, I don't want to be defeated. My heart is shouting, and my passion and love for life support me. Finally, green drove away all the gray, and I stood up again and moved on.
My life is rich and colorful. The color of my life is dominated by myself. I believe I can draw the most beautiful colors.
9. Write a composition of more than 800 words with the theme of "Color of Life". In addition to poetry, style is not limited to life colors. Fate often favors those who persist in fighting against it. -Inscription. Have you heard this story? There is an innocent and lovely little girl who was diagnosed with acute lymphoblastic leukemia two days before her third birthday. Since then, although he has been hospitalized many times, his condition has always been difficult to control. She has been studying painting since she was four years old. Because her biggest dream is to be an excellent painter when she grows up. She likes drawing the protagonists and cute animals in fairy tales best. For a young child, maybe she can't understand the threat of death yet. Therefore, in the process of fighting the disease, whenever she has time, she will open the sketch book, pick up her beloved crayon, endure the pain and draw a beautiful picture in her mind. By the time she was 7 years old, the little girl had drawn more than 8,000 crayons. She will ask her parents to keep anything she thinks is better. In her young mind, I never gave up my dream of being a painter for a day. After struggling with the disease for four years, the little girl spent her short life of 7 years and 9 months with great desire for life. However, she left more than 8,000 beautiful color pictures for children all over the world. The little girl's name is three bottles of johanna. On September 8, 2000, johanna left her paintings. It was exhibited at the National Association of Bone Marrow Diseases Center in Minneapolis, Minnesota, USA. All the people who have seen johanna's paintings are infected by her persistent survival courage and optimism, and they all shed tears. Such a young life can calmly face the threat of death with tenacious perseverance and make unremitting efforts to realize his dream. In fact, this is a brilliant attitude towards life. No matter how long a person's life is, it is extremely small for the whole world. Now, no matter what situation we are in or how much pain we are suffering, as long as we can meet the challenge of bad luck with hope and courage and fight for our dreams, we will leave a colorful life.