Before, we heard that Tibetans called the lake here Haizi-the son of the sea, which is true. When I first saw the lake in Jiuzhaigou, I really took it as blue lagoon, the son of the sea, which was worse than the blue ocean. However, after all, it is a lake, which is much smaller than the boundless sea. No wonder Tibetans call the lake here Haizi! Walking on the plank road near the water's edge, when you look around, the blue lake water and the color of the colorful forests on the surrounding mountains form a strong sense of layering. The color of the tree is green, dazzling red, simple dark green and elegant yellow ... Seeing the wonderful combination of the color of the lake and the colorful forest, I can't help but be grateful to nature, the grace of nature, and the wonderful visual enjoyment that nature has brought us! In addition to the blue water color, Haizi has another feature-clarity.
The lake is deep, even as deep as 103 meters, but it feels only one meter deep-because you can easily see the bottom of the lake, and the fish at the bottom of the lake are either "motionless" or "dead". Some people even muttered: "It is said that there is no fish when the water is clear, but why are all the fish here so happy?" What's more, he recited Chairman Mao's poem: "There are countless beautiful people in the mountains and rivers, and heroes are bent over."
Yes, in Jiuzhaigou, who will not be impressed by the creation of nature? Who wouldn't be grateful to nature? After reading all kinds of Haizi, I still feel something is missing. After thinking about it, I suddenly found that there seems to be some lack of vitality here.
All the scenery and colors here are beautiful, gorgeous and dazzling, but after all, they are still life, lying quietly, making people unaware of the slightest vitality. With such a desire to find some vitality, I kept looking around, but I didn't find the vitality in my heart.
So, I took a few steps forward, hoping to make new discoveries. For an instant-when my eyes crossed a mountain, I saw a reed in front of me.
I blinked-I didn't read it wrong, but generally speaking, reeds grow below 800 meters above sea level, but Jiuzhaigou's altitude reaches 3000 meters. Why do reeds grow on such a plateau? Besides, why do the reeds grow taller and taller here? Yes, the plateau is undoubtedly a harsh environment for reeds, but these reeds did not shrink back and gave up this place-they chose to adapt to the environment, chose to bravely challenge their living environment, chose to face the reality, and chose to rely on their own efforts to prove that reeds can also grow at an altitude of 3000 meters or even higher! As a result, they succeeded, successfully growing on this plateau, even higher and bigger than those reeds settled on the flat land. Walking on the plank road, I can't help but be impressed by this group of tenacious reeds.
In my eyes, they are not just a group of reeds-in my eyes, they symbolize the indispensable spirit and tenacious will of today's people. Perhaps, if a person can be like this reed, not succumb to the harsh living environment, face the reality and have a tenacious will, then he will be as successful as this reed on the plateau! With this understanding, I can't help but feel more grateful to nature, not only because it brings us visual enjoyment, but also because nature gives me inspiration in life.
2. A beautiful sentence 10 means the title of the article 1. Anyone who has drifted alone in a boat under a rock on a gloomy and slightly rainy morning will sigh the silent and gloomy beauty of the universe. The rocks and the sea are shrouded in turbid fog cages, and the waves are still slowly advancing and retreating. Wash the rocks.
-At sea
2. I feel a little bored when I hear the complicated rain in the middle of the night. It's cloudy today, so get up early. When I looked out of the window, the white lotus had withered, and it floated on the water like a boat. There is only a small lotus flower and a few pale yellow flowers left on the stem. That red lotus, which was Han Dan last night, was full this morning.
-Yi Ran is rain
This is in the garden. Flowers are still dreaming their own dreams. Light rain secretly washed away their dirt, and their sweet and soft luster sparkled. Under the washed flash, I can see quiet red, cold purple, and white and green with a wry smile, which are hidden deep when there is sunshine. What was once brilliant in front of my eyes now has a dim color. -Are you worried about Fangchun's retirement? Do you feel Fang Chun's drowsiness? (singing)
4. What can I do in the days of flying, in the world of millions of families? Only wandering, only running; In the rush of more than 8,000 days, what is left except wandering? The past days, like smoke, were scattered by the breeze, like fog, evaporated by Chu Yang; (in a hurry)
Love is like a big basin, even the best fish can't swim out.
Even if people can forget friends in Jianghu, their feelings are greater than those in Jianghu. -& gt；
6. But as long as there are birdcages and people walking birds in this world, I know that I don't really want to be a bird, I just want to have the mood of a bird. -< & amp； lt； & gt
7. Cities are enemies of nature. In the city, landscape flowers and plants can't be clean, and people can't be clean naturally. -& gt；
8. In fact, the greatest pain in the world is not at night, but in the scorching sun, which makes people tremble, but there is no atmosphere, which is indescribable. -< & amp； lt； Color of light >:>
9. Are some fruit trees not unable to revive, but unwilling to live? Like some people who lost the will to live and committed suicide? In other words, you should be in a mood when spring sprouts. Those tough trees were pruned, and they were compensated by sprouting. Compared with weak trees, they are sadly deprived of their expectation and mood for spring. Is the tree in the mood I have been asking myself this question, knowing that it is difficult to find the answer, because I only see the tree, but I can't understand its mood. Just as I know the information of spring from the tree, I don't fully understand it. -& gt；
10. I really can't ask for more, and I don't want to ask for more. I have a flower that has gone through the whole flower season, full of courtesy and satisfaction, revealing a long-term and firm belief. Your smile is written into my history, and your voice is integrated into my life. Many withered trees have grown new fields in that world, and many beautiful legends have become new stories. Many, many love experiences are just for illustration. & amplt； Warm song >>
1 middle, Bing Xin 2, Zhu Ziqing 3, 4, the rest of Lin Qingxuan, I hope to adopt.
3. Use poetry or lyrics as the topic of composition, which should be philosophical and aesthetic, not too abstruse. If life is just like the first time, it is just ordinary and gentle, and the ceremony is like a dream. Who listens to plum blossoms under the moon?
Falling flowers cover the path, and acacia is full of flowers and rain. I am also sentimental, but when the bar falls, plum blossoms are like snow and still full.
Things broke out in the Six Dynasties, and people went into fishing and firewood to buy flowers and wine, unlike the lost juvenile boat, Jianghai spent the rest of his life.
The spring scenery is infinitely good, so the old friend has human feelings. It has nothing to do with the romantic heart, but the string says acacia.
Wine turns into homesick tears. I live at the head of the Yangtze River and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. Spring sorrow is full of papers and vows in an empty door. I still love fireworks.
Color is like flowers, life is like leaves, and spring is still a kind of acacia. Who should I spend time with when I am in two places?
Listen to the rain behind closed doors and make the old year prosperous, but it will eventually be lost to the new green mountains and green waters in this spring. We should cherish the people in front of us.
I was young, so I missed my date with Qin Lou to synthesize my worries. It has been ten or twenty years since I left people's hearts for the lovesickness in autumn.
Yes, Ren is a ruthless and moving city. Don't lose your hatred, don't break the new orange like the sword of the river and the moon.
And left a night photo among the flowers, but the man seldom knew his friend in the dim light. Whoever listened to the peach blossom that year was hard to give up and accept.
The world of mortals ages easily, but this life is hard to find, but I don't take the title in the smoke, and I go to be a fisherman by the river alone.
Mao Yan is low and small, with green grass everywhere and gurgling streams. When Yun Qi sat and watched, he became thinner, and his plate should be full of beautiful moons.
I don't know who the guest in my dream is. Life is full of infatuation and lovesickness, but I have never been idle. Leaving people behind is heartless and moving.
The song is the end of the peach blossom fan, and the smell of the world is that the stars turn in autumn, and things are different.
4. Poetry composition topic 1
The appropriate title is "Flying the Dream of Spring"
Example at the beginning:
I have a dream in spring.
Spread your wings and soar in the blue sky.
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Last example:
There are too many dreams in spring.
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2
The appropriate title "With Spring"
Example at the beginning:
With spring.
Touch the flowers
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Last example:
With spring.
Moved by too much dedication
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A composition with beautiful sentences must have a topic: beautiful autumn colors.
The sky has always been pure blue, and white clouds are like ships in the sea, bumping into different curves. There is a sea of bamboo by the roadside, and there is a clear sound and the wind is moving from time to time. I lay for a long time, avoiding loneliness and feeling the joy of autumn. Birds sing in the distance, insects crawl quietly in the haystack, the sun's footsteps pass through the Woods, and white clouds fly naughtily in the blue sky. A petite chrysanthemum fluttered beside my hair. The autumn wind on the chrysanthemum rubbed my cheek like a relative, until my breath was as peaceful as mine. In the long sleep, I had a dream, and when I woke up, I had grown up.
When I woke up in the morning, the first ray of sunshine sneaked into my eyelids through the graceful curtains. I lifted a corner of the quilt, put my whole head into the quilt, lay on the bed and greedily enjoyed a hazy minute, rolled up the quilt and pretended to be asleep. Of course, I can't sleep. I just can't bear to leave that soft big bed. I just want to hide in its warm embrace and secretly continue my lucid dream.
In fact, this season is very short. Watching the moon, climbing mountains and having fun seem like a day has passed. When I left home, I just changed some clothes quickly. In fact, every time I miss it, I have regrets. But every time, I will say to myself, "I will come back, and there will be autumn next year."
This is a peaceful season. Every day, I wander around. Looking at the apples in the orchard, watching the people in the field busy harvesting, and watching someone in the park looking for a lover. My mother prepared delicious food for me, and my father was busy with work. Every night, I can enjoy cool and fragrant tea. I remember when I looked up at the sky, my grandfather often touched my head. When I feel that I am not happy enough, I study at school again and my friends are together again. So I was relieved and happy again.
In recent years, whenever autumn comes, I have to write a composition, as if I want to express something, and then put it in the corner of my memory. When I wrote this year, I was more happy than the sadness of beat. This joy comes from visiting the flower market the day before yesterday. In the lazy sunshine, I saw many chrysanthemums, all kinds of which were pleasing to the eye. I walked around like a child. Suddenly I have a feeling that the posture of chrysanthemum flowers is reflected in my eyes, and it feels like autumn. Is the image of autumn like this? Under the faint sunshine, I stretch my lazy waist, wake up from an ancient dream and bloom in my own spring.
Sitting on the stone bench beside the grass, watching the old man playing Tai Chi leisurely not far away, watching the couple walking sweetly in the square and watching the children playing on the lawn, I gently plucked the strings and sang soft songs.
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6. The theme of poetry composition is the rhyme of Tang and Song Dynasties, which has profound implications. "300 Tang Poems" is a collection of Tang poetry and Song poetry. Song poetry is like a mountain of poetry. The speed of life is like water. Change is always appropriate. The growth of a better life needs careful care to straighten the backbone of life. It is better to quit the net than to act, and waiting is an excuse. Don't let opportunities pass by, stick to the key of life, decorate the colorful world and open a flower for others. Life is full of fragrance, and beautiful flowers are abandoned because of dedication, so that you can be free. Sword and heart are unbearable for culture. The beautiful years on the starting line, please send me those strings of wind chimes, water and fragrance, crystal clear, snow-like silence, lonely forest, sit and watch the meteors run bravely and bravely surpass the beautiful fashion. The eternal classic running life makes the memorial shine with rational light beyond its expectation. At the end of the inner road, flowers bloom and fall, and taking the wrong road is also a shortcut that the road cannot cross. There is no shortcut in life, but there are twists and turns. The winding path leads to a secluded place. In front of us is a grassland asking why the world is "famous". One day, when everything is no longer important, take a look, then walk in the water, spend your life in the mirror without too much luggage, step on fewer footprints and wrestle less. What can I use to save myself from my dreams? How close is my foot to the road? Far away, there is a dream, and there is a distant wind. You can push the door to success through thorns. Life is like a song. Keep a humble heart and cheer for others. Success is above. I need a humble heart. Happiness is a seed. Don't let dark clouds cover my eyes. My eyes deceived me. In the snowy summer, two keys and one door hold the cup of life, leaving a faint fragrance in my heart. I heard the sound of flowers blooming. The most beautiful rejection of life is a kind of beauty. It is better to sing like summer flowers. Desert roses bloom quietly and never fall. The wind chimes on the other side count life across the generation gap. I saw the trace of the moon on your way. When you are tired, pour the sand and blood out of your shoes. It is thicker than water. Infinite beauty gives the soul a fulcrum. Vientiane life sticks to its own culture. If you don't die, you will lose a hole. If you want to use it, you may not get wisdom. If you want to use it, you should doubt it, but ask to see the sun in all its glory. Why are you disappointed at night? It is difficult to make iron bars into embroidery needles. This country has crossed the language barrier and built a bridge of communication. The cornerstone of communication is to adjust the center of gravity of feelings. Having a bright and clean world is humble transformation, and humbleness is great reproduction and struggle. When you are young, you should dare to transcend the fire of the guardian spirit. When encountering setbacks, we should transcend pain and connect thinking with happiness. Hold on to the vines and desires of others-your inner isolation zone lights up a heart lamp, expecting honesty to change your thinking through a contract to keep your heart with wisdom. Looking for happiness. Language is the key to communication. If you love me, don't hold me too tightly. Feel free to hit the road. Listen to the bells of the heart. Light a heart lamp and let happiness have one more leg. Don't boast about the good color. Stay honest. Love you. Don't tell lies. No flowers. Once you climb to the top of the mountain, you will see that today's world is eager for power failure. Open your arms and choose fraternity to change your way of thinking and bring happiness closer. Let the world be full of sunshine, sunshine is lively, put away your indifference, light a heart lamp, look forward to drinking to yourself honestly, listen to your heartbeat, give yourself a smile, cross the wall in your heart and enjoy the pain. Regret is also a kind of beauty. Join hands with the sunset, bow your head with courage, raise your head with strength, applaud your opponent and care about yourself. It is equally important for you to give me a lamp in the dark. I was hit by youth, holding the breeze and bright moon, learning to be grateful, learning to fail, what a setback, what a beautiful dream, and setting sail from here to be a useful person. Father loves mountains and adds some sugar to life. Let the points on the timeline flash. The process of growing up is a string of dreams in sugar-coated haws. It's more exciting and honest to lock life with you emotionally. I have no regrets in choosing a shorter ruler, better medicine, better tea, better life and higher aspirations. Dry, down-to-earth and smart fashion * * * dance fashion, gorgeous trap fashion, thorny rose fashion all the way. Fireworks of the soul, life is rare. Give Wuyun a Phnom Penh friendship, accompany your lifelong friendship and give me motivation. Why tune "pipa" and evil "silk bamboo" to seize the tail wall of the wind and tear down the bridge to find a place to live? That obstacle shattered my world. I like honesty. This past is not like smoke. I thank your enemies for cherishing your pain. The past is not like smoke. The same pen has different feelings. FA Cup, the number of loneliness, the collection of true feelings, the sound of life jointing, the fire of life, the budding of youth, the dream of flying, the belief supporting life, building a trip in other people's stories, the choice of spring, the embrace of youth, the melting of life in youth, the wiping of youth and the loss of youth. Humor is the companion of youth. Childhood, morning glory can't waste any more time. There are always surprises waiting quietly. I stared at the road and grasped the innocence of your ark. As long as you keep walking and getting along with yourself, why are you busy explaining to yourself that life can't be desperate and friendly, like a promise that is too far away? Every day is a new dress, lonely, chewing, injured and grateful. Life is full of joy, and the situation is not the most important. Life is a bundle of dry wood, and the altar of the soul is located between life and death. Face life with a smile and add a handful of firewood. Happiness is like a brick, pine flowers, wine, spring water and tea. Don't make yourself more lonely, live with your heart, advocate simplicity and cherish the love in your heart. Smile is a magic key to collect sunshine, let go of hope, go to the south of the Yangtze River to chase after spring, enjoy the evening, leave a gap for the soul, and look at it is also a way to start the distant mountains as noble as smoke. There is no need to prove that every dust is playing a solo chord to capture every beautiful moment. Take a break from Jeannot's book and build a framework for yourself. Ruyan Liu doesn't like it very much. Traceless love is a moon tree. One cannot bow to life. Life is like chess, life is like life. Hold your head high, there is no need to worship, help. Life doesn't sell return tickets. Give yourself another chance, hold your life across the ocean, take a bath in a cotton-padded jacket, look for maturity, forget, cherish the faint light at first, and express it where you need it. Fate turned into a mission. The bath of the soul and the hardships of all beings have a lock. Rich life cheers for life. I'm sorry about its taste, because it's far from as bad as I thought. Breaking the piano is as long and clear as a song, which leads to the tension of life. Ethics will never shift the truth from interests. After being born in a hundred question marks, I like to start a stress-free life.