1. Looking for a composition with poems about scenery
Autumn in ancient poems Opening the collection of poems, I looked for the shadow of autumn in it, looking for that familiar face... "The trees are all Autumn colors, only the setting sun on the mountains." At sunset, the afterglow of the setting sun shines on the hillside. The world is so peaceful. Open your arms and take a breath of autumn breath. It is cool and comfortable, making people forget about summer. of heat.
Sitting under the tree, letting the autumn wind blow across my cheeks, I seem to see the ginkgo tree in autumn. The leaves are like small jade fans, fanning them wherever they are, fanning away the heat of summer and bringing autumn. of coolness. Blinking your eyes, the autumn maple trees are right in front of you. The leaves are like blazing fire, slowly falling from the trees, like stamps, stamps that send everyone the message of autumn.
Swish, brush, brush, the autumn wind blows the withered and yellow leaves, blowing them all over the sky. They fall to the ground, are buried in the soil, float on the water, and fall on the roof... Look At this point, I can't help but think of "the howling autumn wind in August, rolling up the triple thatch on my house." The autumn wind is also quite naughty! I raised my head and looked at the blue sky washed by the autumn wind. The autumn geese flying with open wings chirped and flew to the south. The poem "The wind sends the autumn geese thousands of miles away, and you can enjoy the high-rise buildings" came to my mind. Autumn The wind is so kind, she told Qiuyan, "Autumn is here - autumn is here!" and personally sent it to fly to the south, so that it could escape the stranglehold of winter before the cruel winter. Autumn is a golden season, but I think "Autumn" is her name. "Autumn" is a child, a naughty and kind child. She drives away summer and frees people from the suffering of summer; she buries Fallen leaves make the land fertile and life nourished; she sends the geese away to let them escape the clutches of winter. 2. Find a few poems describing scenery, wait online, and write a composition, please, please
The best spokespersons for landscape poetry have always been Wang Wei and Meng Haoran. Please read the following article, which contains famous landscape poems by both of them. , and there are also other people's beautiful sentences describing landscapes: Wang Wei described his inner experience in the poem "Zhuli Pavilion": Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and whistling loudly.
People in the deep forest don’t know that the bright moon comes to shine. The poet sat alone in the deep bamboo forest, playing the piano and screaming. No one knew his existence, only the bright moon came to accompany him.
Nature understands his inner loneliness best, and the clear brilliance of the bright moon brings him a kind of quiet happiness. Things and I are one and things and I are forgotten, Zen and poetry are in perfect harmony.
The same is true of "Deer and Chai": No one can be seen in the empty mountain, but the sound of people's voices can be heard. Returning to the deep forest, the light shines on the moss again.
Wang Wei is also good at capturing the moving moments where sounds, colors, images, and feelings are intertwined, unifying them into the artistic conception that best conveys emotion, and expressing them with appropriate language. Please take a look at his landscape poem "Birdsong Stream": The people are idle, the osmanthus flowers are falling, the night is quiet and the spring sky is empty.
When the moon comes out, birds startle the mountains, and they sing in the spring stream. Wang Wei has a short poem describing the scenery of late autumn, called "In the Mountains": White rocks emerge from Jingxi River, and the red leaves are sparse in the cold weather.
There is no rain on the mountain road, and the sky is green and people's clothes are wet. Wang Wei's five-character poem "Dwelling in the Mountains in the Dark Autumn" is a masterpiece that combines poetry and painting: After the new rain in the empty mountains, autumn comes late.
The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows upstream from the rocks. The bamboo noise returns to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat.
Let the spring fragrance rest at will, and the kings and grandsons can stay. Landscape poetry did not become popular until the Tang Dynasty.
Meng Haoran and Wang Wei pioneered the landscape poetry school, which was favored by future generations of poets. Meng Haoran is slightly longer than Wang Wei, and his landscape poems are very artistic.
For example, "Staying on the Jiande River": Moving the boat to Yanzhu, the guests are worried about the new arrival at dusk. The trees are low in the open sky, and the clear moon on the river is close to the people.
Other good sentences - Mountain: 1. There is no way out despite the mountains and rivers, but there is another village with dark flowers and bright flowers. (Lu You's "Visiting Shanxi Village") 2. You can't be seen on the mountain winding road, leaving a place for horses to walk in the sky above the snow.
(Cen Shen's "Bai Xuege Sends Magistrate Wu Back to the Capital") 3. The water is not as calm as the mountains and islands. (Cao Cao's "Viewing the Sea") 4. The green trees border the village, and the green mountains and hills slope outside.
(Meng Haoran's "Passing the Old Friend's Village") 5. It looks like a ridge from the side and a peak from the side, with different heights near and far. (Su Shi's "Inscription on the West Forest Wall") 6. Hui Dang is at the top of the mountain, and you can see all the small mountains at a glance.
(Du Fu's "Wang Yue") 7. Climb Dongshan and Xiaolu will be small; climb Mount Tai and small the world. (Confucius) Water 1. To the north of Gushan Temple and to the west of Jia Pavilion, the water surface is initially flat and the clouds are low.
(Bai Juyi's "Spring Journey to Qiantang Lake") 2. The water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky and rushes to the sea never to return. (Li Bai's "About to Enter the Wine") 3. Who said there is no less in life? The water flowing in front of the door can still reach the west, so don't sing the yellow chicken with white hair.
(Su Shi) 4. The water in Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, and it is not as deep as Wang Lun’s gift to me. (Li Bai) 5. As for Xia Shuixiang Ling, it is blocked along the way.
(Li Daoyuan's "Three Gorges") 6. The water is all pale blue, and the bottom is thousands of feet away. There are fish and rocks swimming around, which are unobstructed even if you look directly at them.
(Wu Jun's "Book of Thoughts with Zhu Yuan") "The sun reflects on Qingqiu Island, and the dust rises from Handan Continent. The river moves and the forest bank is slightly dim, and the rock is deep and the smoke returns" ("Xunzhu Fang Road") "Mountain Peaks" Overlapping in the distance, the bamboo trees are close to the cage.
Open your lapel to bathe in the cold water, and untie your belt to face the clear breeze." ("You Shen Taoist Pavilion") "The long branches have sprouting purple leaves, and the clear source is covered with green moss.
The mountains are shining brightly on the water, and the spring scenery is cold." ("Fan Yongkang River") Continue - Thousands of mountains and birds have disappeared, and thousands of people have disappeared.
(Liu Zongyuan: "Jiang Snow") Bai Riyi At the end of the mountain, the Yellow River flows into the sea. (Wang Zhihuan: "Climbing the Stork Tower") When you reach the top, you can see all the small mountains.
(Du Fu: "Wang Yue") The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city has spring vegetation. Deep. (Du Fu: "Spring View") No one can be seen in the empty mountain, but people's voices can be heard.
(Wang Wei: "Lu Chai") The bright moon rises above the Tianshan Mountains (Li Bai: "Guanshan"). "Moon") I never get tired of looking at each other, only Jingting Mountain
(Li Bai: "Sitting Alone on Jingting Mountain") Beans are planted at the foot of the southern mountain, and the grass is full of bean sprouts (Tao Yuanming: "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields"). ) The green mountains cannot cover it, and it flows eastward after all.
(Xin Qiji: "Bodhisattva Man? Shu Jiangxi Ostomy Wall") I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain, just because I am in this mountain. (Su Shi: "Ti Xilin". Wall") The so-called beauty is on the side of the water.
("The Book of Songs? Jianjia") The water is so sluggish, the mountains and islands are standing there. (Cao Cao: "Guan Cang Hai") White hair floats on the green water, and anthuriums bloom.
(Luo Binwang: "Ode to the Goose") The Tianmen interrupts the opening of the Chu River, and the clear water flows eastward here. Village.
(Lu You: "Visiting Shanxi Village") The water in Peach Blossom Pond is thousands of feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun's gift. (Li Bai: "Gift to Wang Lun") The willows are green and the Qingjiang River is level, and I hear the singing on Langjiang River. p>
(Liu Yuxi: "Bamboo Branch Poems") When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as fire, and when spring comes, the river is as green as blue (Bai Juyi: "Remembering Jiangnan") The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water.
(Yang Wanli: "Little Pond") Three or two branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboo, a prophet of ducks in the warm water of the spring river (Su Shi: "Inscribed on Hui Chong's Evening Scene on the Spring River") 3. Looking for poems that describe the scenery that can be quoted in the composition
The First Praise for Autumn
Autumn’s steps are as silent as spring’s. She comes to us quietly without giving you any hint.
A person was walking along the aisle of the campus, and a cool breeze blew by, mixed with the smell of flowers and plants. It was sweet, oh, no, it was fragrant. I accidentally raised my head and found that the leaves on the trees were turning yellow, and the metasequoias were blowing with the wind. The children are dancing.
The flying leaves in the air are very beautiful, which makes people have infinite reverie. The poet is intoxicated by it, and I am also fascinated by it. I am not a poet, and I am not a poet. Writer, there is no writer's words. I am just an ordinary person. When the wind blows the leaves to the ground, I can't help but feel a sense of sadness. There is always a moment when the leaves flying in the sky fall to the ground. At that moment, it is the end of their lives. , no one cares about them anymore. Maybe, only sanitation workers will sweep them into a ball and take them to another world. Maybe, they will be buried deep in the soil and turned into ashes.
It is as ordinary and inconspicuous as the fallen leaves.
At night, a person lies on the roof of the building and looks at the stars in the sky. They are also so ordinary. Twinkle and twinkle, although ordinary, they always have their own light. Although it is small, you still have your own wealth. I love this starry sky, so clean and pure, just like our hearts.
Time flies by minute by second, and the breath of autumn becomes stronger.
The rain was pattering, and I hid in bed in the morning. The warmth, comfort, and soft big bed gave me spiritual comfort. Because sleeping is one of the great pleasures in life. Helpless, after the alarm clock rang three times, I habitually turned it off, got up, and went to class.
Holding an umbrella, rushing through the rain. I don't have the habit of holding an umbrella when it rains lightly. Walking in the rain is romantic and enjoyable.
When the sky cleared up, I went up to the roof to look at the stars, only to find that the night sky was not as bright as before, with a hint of sadness.
Autumn, perhaps "frost leaves are as red as February flowers" is the most beautiful praise for 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 the years go by, people gradually grow up, and slowly I fall in love with the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers in spring; I fall in love with playing in the pool and the taste of ice cream in summer; I fall in love with making snowmen, having snowball fights, and watching movies in winter Snow scenes...only autumn makes me feel boring. Especially in the autumn in my hometown, I only see leaves turning yellow and falling one by one all day long. Apart from boredom, there is at most just a hint of sadness.
Ever since I learned English, I have named the four seasons of the year. Spring is called "warm", summer is called "hot", autumn is called "cool" and winter is called "cold". Maybe it’s because the name of autumn is cooler, I have a little fondness for it.
When I was in high school, my Chinese teacher said that autumn in my hometown is the most beautiful season of the year. I wasn't completely convinced at the time and was always a bit skeptical. But since then, I have begun to observe and feel autumn.
Autumn rain often falls, thinly and densely. The wind mixed with the rain, and the rain followed the wind and drifted.
The rain gently washed everything on the earth, making the ground shiny and full of raindrops seeping out from the leaves. By dusk, the wind and rain slowed down. The sun climbed out of the clouds again, sending her afterglow to the earth. Under the reflection of the soft sunlight, the yellow leaves reveal a faint reddish color, just like the beautiful cheeks of a shy girl.
Where the autumn wind blows, the leaves will make a "rustle" sound, which is very pleasant. When the wind is strong, the yellow leaves will break free from the shackles of the tree and dance with the wind, as if they are beautiful. yellow butterflies, singing and dancing to the accompaniment of the wind. At this time, there happened to be three or two people walking through the falling yellow leaves. Isn't this a beautiful scene? But it was so fleeting, like a flash in the pan. Before I had time to appreciate it carefully, it disappeared.
I regret this short-lived beauty, and even more pity the strong autumn leaves. It struggles so hard to get rid of the constraints of the big tree, but doesn't it know that the fallen leaves will eventually return to their roots? Is it worth burying yourself under the deep roots forever for such a short-term freedom? But I also thought, maybe this is the spirit of Qiuye. Their real purpose of breaking free from the shackles of the big tree may not be to be free in that moment. They are to inject themselves into the roots of the tree for the last time, so that the big tree can have sufficient nutrients in the cold winter. In the spring of the coming year, new, stronger and new leaves will grow on the branches. Aren’t those new leaves exactly what they were back then? Thinking of this, I feel proud of autumn leaves again. I didn't expect them to have the idea of ??"sustainable development". It's incredible. Perhaps it is given by the mysterious nature.
The spring wind makes people sleepy; the summer wind makes people feel hot and uncomfortable; the winter wind makes people feel bitingly cold. Only the autumn wind makes people feel refreshed. It is neither hot nor cold, and can make people sober up. I simply doubt that the autumn wind has the effect of refreshing the mind. Coupled with the cool autumn rain, this is the perfect introduction to medicine, and a pair of precious "natural medicinal herbs" may be formed.
Qiu Feng and Qiu Yu may be the most perfect pair in the world. The autumn wind blows the autumn rain, and the autumn rain accompanies the autumn wind. They can make everything in the world reflect a crystal luster and reflect the elegance of autumn. Maybe they can cut out a beautiful autumn picture. Looking at their figures, I can't help but sigh: the autumn wind blows and the autumn rain flies; the autumn wind is refreshing and the autumn rain is cool.
Autumn wind, autumn
I am very happy to answer the poster’s questions. Please forgive me if there are any mistakes. 4. A scene-writing article of 500 words
A glimpse of the cold wind in winter. , the sky froze into ice, and the vast expanse was pale.
The sky is white, endless white, spreading into the distance. As pale as death.
The ruthless wind is tearing at the bald forest. It is noisy and roaring, and it wants to declare war on the world. The confused fallen leaves were quickly rolled up by the strong wind, surrounding the entire forest, circle after circle.
The sunshine is gone forever. The sun now is no longer as bright as in summer. It is bright red and looks a little pale.
It is incredibly cold. The sun at this time can only bring light to the earth, but the warmth no longer exists. Pedestrians on the road are in a hurry and never stop.
Occasionally, a speeding car passed by, frightening a few sparrows in the forest. The same is true for animals. They come and go in a hurry for winter food. The geese have all flown to the south, the ants have prepared food for the winter, and the bears have dug hibernation burrows. They all looked very nervous.
The water vapor on the lake has long been frozen into a mist. The thin, light milky white mist covering the lake is beautiful, but it is also dangerous, because pedestrians passing by in the morning may not be able to distinguish between the lake and the lake. And pedestrians on the road fell headlong into the cold lake... Several winter plums bloomed on the plum tree, as white as the white snow. No wonder they were confused with the white snow. I have heard for a long time that plum blossoms are in full bloom in the snow. When I saw them today, I was amazed and felt pitiful about them: admiring the flowers alone in the vast sea of ??snow is inevitably lonely and unbearable, but when the flowers bloom, they disappear quietly. It is really an unshakable thing. The buckled Lone Ranger.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven or eight snowflakes have fallen. They have fallen. They have really fallen. They have finally fallen, falling together with the only white winter. Come, the world becomes pale. My hometown is in the countryside, where beautiful scenery is dotted and beautiful.
Especially in autumn, nature is even more beautiful and dazzling. The mature atmosphere permeates the garden, exuding an attractive fragrance.
With the harvest in sight, the farmers are all smiling and happy. The pears are yellow and orange, glowing with golden light, shining brightly, showing smiling faces among the green.
The lush green cabbage, a clump here and a clump there, is as green as a green carpet in the garden. What is even more refreshing is standing outside the garden and looking at the garden: the whole garden is golden, occasionally dotted with a little green, which is exceptionally harmonious.
Pleasing to the eye. The tree is covered with gold, and the breeze blows by, and the yellow leaves are fluttering, like colorful butterflies, dancing with the wind.
Walking in the garden, the whole garden is extremely beautiful and beautiful.
Look, the yellow is replaced by elegance, the white flowers are noble, and the purple flowers are warm and deep, splashing and splashing, and they are brilliant in the autumn wind.
Of course, in autumn in my hometown, fog is the most charming and the most popular among children. Every morning, clouds and mist fill the world, foggy mountains and seas of mist, rolling mountains, disappearing and appearing, like Penglai Island, which makes people fascinated.
Occasionally, a farmhouse is exposed in the clouds and mist, with smoke lingering around it. The aroma of breakfast and the slightly meaningful morning mist form a harmonious and charming picture. Whenever there is fog, the beautiful mountains and rivers of my hometown and the mirage in my heart merge into one.
No matter what year or month, how far away, or where I am, the autumn scenery of my hometown will always be hazy in my life. Autumn in my hometown is also a world of wind and a paradise of rain.
On the autumn morning, the breeze sang softly. Sending pearly dew.
It brings the coolness of autumn and absorbs the heat of summer; it brings the white clouds and mist and wipes away the remnants of the heat. Rain is the most common, as fine as cow hair, densely woven diagonally, like flower needles, shining.
"Sneak into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently" How well said. Before the autumn rain comes in my hometown,.
There are always signs of autumn first. The autumn rain fell on the ground without making any sound.
The autumn rain is harmonious. It takes away the long drought in summer and brings the long-awaited moistness and coolness. I like the autumn rain. Autumn in my hometown! Whenever you come, the joy in my heart is always indescribable. It can only be summed up by a poem by the great poet Du Fu: "The poems and books are full of joy."
I love my hometown, and I love the intoxicating autumn of my hometown even more. Golden Autumn Time continues to flow forward, the weather gradually cools down, the noisy cicadas are blown away by autumn, and are replaced by the mournful chirping of crickets in the cracks of the stone slabs under the steps at night.
Ah! That lovely autumn is finally here. Autumn has more prosperous scenes than spring. Spring with brilliant flowers and trees is beautiful, but the fruitful autumn colors reveal the joy of harvest; autumn has more colorful scenes than summer. Although summer with dense branches and leaves is charming, the golden The autumn colors when the trees are full of leaves are more refreshing and pleasant; autumn is more vibrant than winter. The snow-covered winter is lovely, but the golden autumn with the fragrance of fruits and melons is more brilliant and colorful.
Autumn has come to the woods. From a distance, the yellow leaves are falling like groups of golden butterflies. They are tired of flying and fall on my shoulders, head and feet. Bringing my thoughts from green summer to golden autumn.
As soon as I turned around, a peach leaf fell beside me again. I bent down to pick it up, held it in my hand, and looked at it carefully. It was such a special autumn leaf! It has not completely faded away from its green color yet, and still exudes a strong fragrance. Autumn came to the orchard. Persimmon bent down and bowed so hard that the branches were about to break. Sister Lychee was so fat that her clothes burst, revealing her bulging, white belly.
Huge apples hang all over the branches, showing sweet smiles, either shy or bold. When the autumn girl came to the farmland, the corn was very happy. It specially changed into a new golden dress and grinned, showing its golden teeth. In order to make itself more beautiful, the tomatoes put lipstick on their faces. Potato's excitement may have been too high, and his green mouth broke into laughter, revealing his yellow tongue.
Autumn has come to the garden, and it has become a paradise for chrysanthemums. They may like this heavy golden color, so they choose to bloom their beauty in autumn.
There are so many colors of chrysanthemums: yellow, pink, and white.
The big flowers and curly petals look like a little girl with curly hair. Linger in the chrysanthemum garden or admire a pot of gorgeous chrysanthemums alone, and slowly be intoxicated by the fragrance.
Autumn brings a golden color to the earth and cotton-like clouds to the blue sky. 5. Who can help me change an ancient poem describing scenery into a short composition
Original text
Author: Bai Juyi
Spring trip to Qiantang Lake
North of Gushan Temple and west of Jia Pavilion, the water surface is initially flat and the clouds are low.
In several places, early orioles compete for warmth in the trees, while new swallows peck at the spring mud.
The wild flowers are gradually charming the eyes, and only Asakusa has no horse hooves.
My favorite part of the lake is the east side of the lake, where there is a white sand embankment in the shade of green poplars.
Adapted from "Spring Trip to Qiantang Lake"
Spring has really come, the sun shines warmly on me, I stretch my body, it's time to go out and do some activities.
The fog outside envelopes the earth, the houses, and the people who come to the West Lake for morning exercises. Climbing up Gushan, the cool breeze blows by, sweeping away the fatigue of winter and bringing the vitality of spring. The trees shade each other. "If you want to compare the West Lake to the West, it is always better to dress it more heavily and lightly." Looking at it, I looked away and saw that the West Lake was so vast and empty. The water ripples like a mirage, visible and invisible at times. Sitting in the Gushan Temple to rest and drinking a sip of fine Longjing tea, I felt refreshed and refreshed.
Soon the sun gently lifted up the fog with its wisps of silky light. The fog seemed reluctant to leave the West Lake, lingering and gently drifting away.
In the distance, several early warblers were flying around chirping, stopping on the trees, and then flying up again, as if they were competing for territory. The birds that had won a good territory sat on the trees and sang happily, with melodious songs. Sprinkled all over the valley and lakeside. Swallows also flew from further south, holding mud in their mouths and building their own houses under the eaves.
I walked gently by the lake, fearing to disturb the little insects on the shore that had just woken up. The grass breaks out of the ground and the flowers bloom. Bees are busy collecting nectar for pollination, flying around among the flowers, leaving behind their busy figures. The butterflies on the side looked relaxed and at ease, dancing in pairs, playing among the flowers, playing hide and seek. When they were tired, they rested on the petals, and then flapped their wings and got into another flower. The flowers were so bright that they fascinated my eyes. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. The fragrance of the flowers was pleasant and refreshing. The color of grass is beginning to show up nearby, which reminds me of the poem "The color of grass looks far away but is not there".
What I like most is the Baidi in the east of the lake, which is shaded by green poplars and willows. The rows of green weeping willows on the Baidi stretch their branches and leaves in the breeze, and the willow branches flutter; the green grass in the green spaces also lies quietly. What an elegant and quiet scene.
"Spring on the lake is like a painting, with chaotic peaks surrounding it. The mountain surface is covered with thousands of green pine trees, and the moon is dotted with a pearl in the center of the wave." As described in this poem, the West Lake is like poetry and painting. , Like a song. Oh, West Lake, you are the poem that intoxicates me, you are the painting that fascinates me, and you are the song that I will never forget. 6. How to write a beautiful poem when you encounter beautiful things, beautiful scenery, and beautiful poetry.
Beauty lingers in the world. Pay attention to life with a discerning eye, and you will sigh - there is no scenery in the world.
There is no scenery in the world. Read, rich cultural history.
The pride and self-confidence of "Sail the Sea" is a scenery; "Asking you how much sorrow you can have is just like the spring water of a river flowing eastward" is a scenery. The rich and profound culture is an indispensable part of the human world.
There is no scenery in the world. Behold, the crystallization of human wisdom.
The majestic Great Wall that stretches thousands of miles is a scenery; the pyramids of magical and weird civilization miracles are a scenery; the infinitely vast broadband world is a scenery; and the grand blueprint of flying to extraterrestrials is a scenery. At all times and in all countries, the crystallization of human wisdom is an indispensable part of the human world.
There is no scenery in the world. Listen, the echo of life.
A young man took out a hundred-dollar bill and handed it to a beggar who was less than 1 meter tall. After a while, the beggar limped towards the donation box 30 meters away, stuffed the hundred-dollar bills into the box, and took out a few coins from his pocket and put them into the box.
The sound made by the coin is exactly the kind and sincere voice of the beggar, the echo of life and the inner voice, which is an indispensable part of the human world. Open your eyes and look back at the world with beautiful eyes and warm feelings. You will sigh - the world is full of scenery.
7. The landscape composition requires quoting 600 words of poetry
Recognize self-worth in pursuit
Populus euphratica stands proudly in the desert with flying sand and rocks, creating the saying "Three hundred years of immortality, three years of immortality" The miracle of "unbreakable for a hundred years, immortal for three hundred years", they pursue the strength and unyieldingness to fight against the desert, but never long for the Jiangnan water towns where the breeze blows and the drizzle falls. In the pursuit of unyielding faith, they maintain the most True self, recognize the true self-worth.
The same is true in life. People should pursue something, but not blindly. Only by keeping a clear mind and recognizing yourself can you be better Realize the value of life effectively.
The great patriotic poet Qu Yuan was able to maintain the most authentic pursuit in life. He did not join in the intrigues of the officialdom, but issued the slogan "The whole world is dirty but I am alone." "Everyone is drunk and I am alone" with emotion; he did not "follow the flow of the officialdom, feed the bad and sip the sweet wine" in the filthy officialdom, and would rather join Miluo than taint his pursuit. In the pursuit of life, he never forgets his true value. In the face of the test of reality, he leaves us with a reputation that will last forever.
The pursuit of life should be diverse, just like The graceful willows yearn for the colorful spring, just like the birds yearn for the blue sky and white clouds. You should always remember your truest identity and recognize your self-worth, and you should not go beyond this limit and do things beyond your ability.
Li Bai, the great romantic poet, left us with infinite wealth and wisdom. He did not forget his own value because of his failure in his career. His free and easy spirit "can crush my eyebrows and bend my waist to serve the powerful, which makes me unhappy". Boldness is the true portrayal of his inner quality. Tao Yuanming's quietness and leisureliness in "picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely seeing the Nanshan Mountain" bring us endless enjoyment. In their pursuit, they found the value of life that suits them , and did not lose oneself in frustration.
Only by finding a value orientation that suits you can you better appreciate the joy of life, and should not pursue blindly or forget your true identity.
We feel the majestic ambition in Su Shi's "rocks piercing the sky, stormy waves crashing on the shore, and rolling up thousands of piles of snow". Recognizing self-worth in pursuit is a kind of wisdom and a life choice.
People say that the pursuit of life should not be the same, otherwise, everyone will lose themselves and the richness that life should have.
The long journey of life requires We use struggle to conquer, and in the pursuit of life, we can clearly understand our own value, and only then can we create the glory of life in the journey of life!
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This candidate accurately grasped the moral of the fable given. The proposed topic "Recognizing self-worth in pursuit" is the central argument of the full text. The article is from Nature After putting forward the views of Populus euphratica and "The same is true in life", it adopts a layer-by-layer structure, using Qu Yuan, Li Bai, Tao Yuanming, Su Shi and others as examples, combining facts with facts, and elucidating the arguments in depth layer by layer. The examples are rich and the reasoning is thorough, making it People are convinced. In addition, the quotation of poems, the use of metaphors and other rhetorical techniques make the text beautiful and smooth. 8. Write an essay based on the poem describing the scene in the first film of Qinyuan Chun Changsha, 600 words
The maple leaves in autumn are beautiful in autumn. , its leaves are extremely moving.
Autumn is beautiful, its leaves are colorful, I like autumn leaves. Look, the maple leaves on both sides of Badaguan Road are dyed red throughout the autumn. Looking around, they look like blazing fire, like red ribbons fluttering in the wind. They light up the entire autumn with life and enthusiasm.
Isn’t that the passionate emotion of us Chinese people? Maple leaves are not only a symbol of autumn, but also the messenger of autumn. Walking in the maple forest, the maple leaves are falling down one after another, telling people enthusiastically that "autumn is coming, autumn is coming."
Then I took a closer look and saw that the maple leaves that had fallen on the ground were tightly thick and scattered around the roots of the tree. It reminded me of a common saying: "Falled leaves return to their roots." Tree roots slowly turn into nutrients. This spirit of selfless dedication is worth learning. Just when I was lost in thought, a fiery red maple leaf slowly and leisurely floated beside the tree root like a butterfly. I guessed: This little maple leaf wanted to take Uncle Feng's plane to travel far away, but was reluctant to leave the big tree mother. So I opened the parachute and returned to the embrace of the big tree mother.
On the way home, the two green and tall pine trees at the door are still so full of vitality. From a distance, they look like small green umbrellas, and up close, the leaves look like small palms. It’s really Fun. The pine tree leaves are evergreen all year round, and autumn is also its most beautiful season. Whenever I see it, I think of its tenacious spirit. Whenever I think of it, I am filled with the spirit of not giving up even when encountering difficulties. , I love this extremely strong pine tree.
Autumn trees are beautiful. In this season of selfless devotion, autumn leaves are the most beautiful. It is a masterpiece of nature. What attracts me most is its spiritual beauty. I love autumn leaves. .