I have seen the blue sea in the mountains; I have seen rows of soldiers resolutely stationed in the mountains; I once saw a green stream holding up white snow ... not decadent, without losing its true colors. This is the clear water and blue sky in my dream-Song Qing.
When the last wild goose flew away, the pine trees in the mountains began to bloom their beautiful snowflakes in the withered season, day after day ... when the winter snow finished sewing the last stitch, a pure windbreaker was put on the body, smiling. The colder the weather, the brighter the smile will be. These pine trees are soldiers guarding the mountains. They are proud of frost and snow, not afraid of cold, and show their charm in the face of the test of severe winter. The appearance of these pine trees decorated this gray white with rich green-monotonous and dreary winter, which made this closed white space take a deep breath. Snowflakes have been baptized all winter, and this pine tree has been baptized with one strong fighting spirit after another. In the face of heavy snow, it will leave the green in the mountains and the persistence in the face of difficulties. I love this pine tree, I love the emerald green, and I love that it sticks to the green hills and is rooted in the broken rocks. Does this symbolize something?
Since ancient times, how many revolutionary martyrs in China have been tied to the green hills like pine trees to defend their country? When the heavy snow covered them mercilessly, they propped up snowflakes with dense branches and leaves. They hold up not only a snowflake, but also hope that they will still bravely fight against the snow when the cold winter comes. "Shuo Qi Chuan Jin Yan, cold light iron clothes". Faced with such difficulties, the soldiers did not flinch.
I love this pine tree, it baptizes my soul, and that green will be used with Aoxue all winter. I am reminded of that poem again: heavy snow overwhelms pines and cypresses, and pines and cypresses stand tall and straight. You should know that it is noble and noble until it melts. ...
2. A 600-word essay expressing personal wishes.
Bamboo, a familiar word. Bamboo and Mei are called "Four Gentlemen" and Song Mei are called "Three Friends of Old Cold". Historically, Guizhu has always been the object of praise by poets.
The first time I saw wild bamboo on the mountain, I was surprised by its persistence in life. That thin, long bamboo, like a sword, miraculously rose from a hard crack and went straight into the sky, as if to pierce the sky. When the wind blows, this sword will "dispel the wind", and the seemingly thin body is still proudly tall and straight in the wind. Isn't this the indomitable spirit of "I will never waver despite the wind and rain"?
"It is still strong, and it is the wind of east, west, north and south." In my opinion, it is appropriate to praise bamboo with this poem by Zheng Xie Zhushi. Think about it, in the cold winter, the cold wind is biting and the cold wind is whistling. How much wind, rain, snow and ice does a bamboo have to go through? Looking around, in the cold and frozen fields, the trees on the mountain are withered and dead, only bamboo and a few trees, like a well-trained People's Liberation Army, stand upright and full of energy, without any wind and rain. What a beautiful cold and proud bamboo picture!
Looking and thinking, I saw the pine trees in the distance again. Yes, isn't the pine tree evergreen all the year round and not afraid of cold and heat? I was thinking, thinking, and the bamboo shoots nestled on the bamboo reminded me of my thoughts.
You see, young bamboo is a "baby". Bamboo shoots are delicious. Bamboo's body drives, branches and leaves ... are of great use! This makes me admire bamboo even more. Worthy of being "four gentlemen"! Bamboo is willing to dedicate its resources selflessly to human beings, and Dont Ask For Help has a little reward. This great selfless contribution is exactly what I appreciate from a real gentleman. This noble quality is super powerful, far beyond everything.
This is an immortal moral maxim, "Poverty is the only way to avoid being affected, and success is the best way to exist in the world". I think my favorite bamboo has achieved no objection to these two points. You are not only persevering, tenacious and unyielding; The noble person who makes selfless dedication will always be respected by the world.
3. A 600-word essay expressing personal wishes.
Grandpa planted a lot of onions in his yard, each of which straightened his back and arranged in many rows neatly, just as seriously.
Grandpa took out some onions for us. Mom accidentally threw it next to my flowerpot.
Once, I hummed a ditty to water the flowers. "Hua ..." As the water fell, the flowers began to dance. After watering the flowers, I was admiring the crystal beads on the flowers' faces. Suddenly, I saw some onions lying beside the flowerpot, looking at me with eager eyes. I thought to myself: Hum, where did this onion come from? It should be as beautiful as my flower. But when I saw that these onions had only roots and a little soil, my heart immediately softened. I thought, Oh, forget it, let me give you some water. So I also poured some water on the onion.
Since then, I have gradually forgotten these onions. One day, I went to water the flowers again. At this time, I found that the tops of several green onions bulged more or less, like flower buds, and there was a crack in a "flower bud". I was surprised and thought, my god, how come I've never heard of onions blooming? Is it a mutation? From then on, I went to the flowerpot to observe them every day.
Is this a flower with onions? The more I look at it, the more I feel like it, but I'm never sure. There is only a little soil left on the roots and the water I watered once. I don't believe it can blossom.
Finally, one day, an onion bloomed and small white balls piled together like dandelions. When I saw the green flowers, I was shocked and speechless.
Who would have thought that with a little soil, flowers could bloom!
This white flower, its tenacious vitality will always be printed in my heart, and its spirit will always be my learning teacher.
4. A 600-word essay expressing personal wishes.
Unlike morning glory and wisteria, bamboo has a graceful posture; Unlike peonies and roses, they have delicate flowers; I don't have a strong body like pine and poplar, but bamboo is my favorite plant.
On the east side of my community, there is a row of bamboo. The trunk of bamboo is green and the branches and leaves are green. From a distance, it looks like rows of small guards guarding our neighborhood. A green bamboo is thin and tall, like an open umbrella. A closer look, lush, like green clouds, adds infinite fun to the community. Rest here, and all your troubles will run away without a trace.
There are many kinds of flowers in the community. Every spring, those flowers are fragrant and attract many colorful flowers in Hu Die. But only this row of bamboo on the east side of the community grows silently there. Sections of bamboo strongly broke through the bondage of the land, and loops of bamboo lengthened the trunk. No matter in the sunshine in spring, the wind and rain in summer or the harvest in autumn, we can't see which season is very lush. It seems to be the same lush, always growing against the wind and rain like soldiers on guard, not delicate at all. Isn't this more admirable than those flowers that wither when they encounter wind and rain?
My admiration for bamboo goes far beyond this. What I like most about it is its solid quality, because bamboo is more prosperous after being beaten by wind and rain. Unlike some flowers that bloom in sunny days and wither in cold wind and rain, only they bring people the green color of spring when they fall leaves in first frost.
In the morning, when I was doing morning exercises in the community, it was swaying branches and leaves, as if welcoming a new day; When I came home in the afterglow, its faint fragrance of leaves drove away the fatigue and troubles in my heart, just like a prescription for all diseases; Whenever bamboo rustles with the night wind and sand, it is like a melodious serenade. This is really like the sound of nature playing for us!
I admire you-bamboo, not only because of your dazzling green bamboo leaves, but also because of your pure and strong quality. I admire you-Zhu, I want to grow up healthily with you.
5. A 600-word essay expressing personal wishes.
It's raining in Mao Mao outside the window, and I can't help thinking of the orange tree and its glorious struggle history. ...
It was an orange tree that persisted in the wind and rain, and it was an orange tree honed in difficulties.
I don't know when I started to notice. It has no delicate flowers like roses, nor lush leaves like Magnolia grandiflora. Maybe it's just a seed thrown into the cracks, yes, it's forgotten, and so has everyone.
But it doesn't want to be forgotten. It is eager to produce golden oranges like other orange trees, which makes people admire: "Ah, there is an orange tree!" " "
So it began to try to drill out of the ground. Finally, one day, it succeeded and grew into a seedling. The seedlings grow soft and weak, and the tiny stems sway with the wind, as if they could be broken when the wind blows. However, just like grasping the straw, it firmly grasps the land with its soft roots. It is always the first to wake up every day, awakened by the new sunrise and moistened by the dew in the morning. The rose next to her laughed at her stupidity and said, "others can trample you to death with one foot!" " Even the kind grandfather of the land advised it: "Little sapling! Don't waste your energy, you grew up here, no one will pay attention to you, you are just like those weeds! "But the little orange tree doesn't think so." I want to grow up, I want to put on a hard shell with a bud top, I want to put my roots deep into the soil, I want to open my buds and announce the arrival of spring like a flag; I want to feel the warmth of the sunshine on my face and accept the blessings of the morning dew on the leaves! I am an orange tree, so I will do my duty as an orange tree: to produce golden oranges. "
So is it. Winter passed and spring came. No matter what kind of storm it encountered, it persisted. Finally, it grew into a small orange tree. Others passed by and said in surprise, "Look, there is an orange tree!" " "At this time, it is like a proud princess, smiling proudly.
I can't help but be moved by it, not only because of its brilliant and arduous struggle history, but also because of its spirit of rejecting mediocrity that I admire! I have a good feeling: in the face of difficulties, we should not shrink back blindly, but learn to work hard, so that you may be able to see the clouds!
Actually, moving is that simple. It comes from a smile and runs through life. I know that I am not only moved by its struggle history, but also deeply admire its soul.