Zhu Ziqing's Spring
"Blow your face and chill the breeze" is good, like a mother's hand touching you. There is a smell of newly dug soil in the wind, mixed with the smell of grass and various flowers, all brewing in the slightly humid air. Birds nest in flowers and leaves. They are very happy. Call friends to show off her crisp voice and sing tactfully, which is in harmony with the cool breeze and flowing water. The shepherd boy's piccolo on the cow's back rang all day at this time.
Rain is the most common and lasts for three or two days. Don't be upset. You see, like cow hair, like a flower needle, like a filament, densely woven diagonally, and there is a thin layer of smoke on the roof. The leaves are bright green, and the grass is green enough to stare at your eyes. At night, the lights turned on, and a little dim light set off a quiet and peaceful night. In the countryside, on the path and by the stone bridge, some people are walking slowly with umbrellas, and some farmers are working in the fields, wearing wrinkled hats. Their houses are scattered and silent in the rain.
There are more kites in the sky and more children on the ground. Every family in urban and rural areas, old and young, came out one by one. Relax, be full of energy and do your own thing. "A year's plan lies in spring", which has just begun, some are kung fu and some are hope.
Spring is like a newborn doll. It's new from head to toe and still growing.
Spring is like a little girl, dressed up and walking with a smile.
Spring is like a strong young man with iron arms and legs, leading us forward.
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Autumn ... 2009-07- 13 15: 59 Source: Network Author: Anonymous [Print] [Comment] Autumn, a beautiful season, a harvest season, a golden season, is as desirable as a blooming spring and as enthusiastic as a hot summer.
—— Inscription The beautiful sunrise in autumn began. The warm sunshine splashed on the leaves of plants and accumulated all night. The dew formed rolled down from the leaves, and the lines of the leaves could be clearly seen against the water drops. Power and prestige blew slowly, awakening the dead leaves on the tree, so they fell lightly like butterflies and landed on the bare land, becoming a golden carpet, and occasionally geese flying in neat rows could be seen.
The water in the stream has also become cold. However, the little fish likes it very much and jumps out of the water from time to time to have a look at this beautiful autumn.
Autumn harvest, autumn wind and fragrant grains. That crop, from a distance, looks like a thousand layers of Jin Lang rolling; Looking carefully, rice bent over with laughter, sorghum turned red and corn was happy.
As soon as the autumn wind passes, chrysanthemums bloom and fruits are ripe. Huang Chengcheng has pears, red apples, grapes sparkling like amethyst, and dates like little red lanterns.
Naughty children can't help but reach out and pick ripe fruits to eat and taste the autumn harvest. In the golden poplar forest in autumn, the poplar leaves are yellow and hang on the trees like golden flowers; Floating in the air, like a golden butterfly; It landed in the stream beside the tree, like a golden boat.
As the poet said, "Until September 8th in Qiu Lai, I will be in full bloom. Tianxiang permeates Chang 'an, and the city is full of golden flowers. "
The autumn wind is bleak, and the layers of forest are dyed, showing the golden color of autumn. "Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely. I say autumn is better than spring."
I also love autumn like a poet: I love the lofty and pure sky in autumn; Love autumn wind, fresh and cool; Love autumn colors, colorful, love autumn.
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As soon as the bell rang, the students flocked to the playground like a swarm of bees. Those people with rubber bands are dancing and singing. There are sandbags, and there are bursts of laughter from time to time; Some practice climbing poles under the guidance of teachers, one by one like a clever monkey; The most interesting is the junior students. They are playing the game of "the eagle catches the chicken". Look how happy they are!
Outside the classroom and in the corridor, the most striking thing is undoubtedly the students who kick shuttlecock. I really admire that they can control such a small and light badminton. I saw kicking shuttlecock with a serious face, nervous expression and wide eyes, staring at the obedient shuttlecock. Hands droop naturally, seemingly doing nothing, but actually maintaining balance. Kicking shuttlecock's feet can be said to be the most diligent, only to see them doing regular movements quickly: cross-legged-straight ... Shuttlecock is like a well-trained athlete, dancing a beautiful waltz between his legs with the help of the shuttlecock kicker's skillful footwork ... except kicking shuttlecock, of course. I saw that they were all absorbed in staring at the shuttlecock flying up and down, more nervous than the students who kicked shuttlecock at that time. These students clasped their hands and kept shouting: 10, 1 1, 12, 13 ... Every time they kicked one, the people on the side shouted. This movement seems to make every cell of everyone present full of vitality, resulting in a short recess.
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The best answer to senior one's composition: autumn …
2009-07- 13 15:59 source: network author: anonymous [print] [comment]
Autumn, a beautiful season, a harvest season, and a golden season are as desirable as spring when flowers are in full bloom, as enthusiastic as hot summer days, and as charming as the dancing carcass of snow. -inscription
The beauty of autumn
The early morning sun shone, and the warm sunshine splashed on the leaves of plants, which accumulated all night. The dew formed rolled down from the leaves, and the lines of the leaves could be clearly seen against the water drops.
Power and prestige blew slowly, awakening the dead leaves on the tree, so they fell lightly like butterflies and landed on the bare land, becoming a golden carpet, and occasionally geese flying in neat rows could be seen.
The water in the stream has also become cold. However, the little fish likes it very much and jumps out of the water from time to time to have a look at this beautiful autumn.
autumn harvest
As soon as the autumn wind passes, the grains are fragrant. That crop, from a distance, looks like a thousand layers of Jin Lang rolling; Looking carefully, rice bent over with laughter, sorghum turned red and corn was happy.
As soon as the autumn wind passes, chrysanthemums bloom and fruits are ripe. Huang Chengcheng has pears, red apples, grapes sparkling like amethyst, and dates like little red lanterns.
Naughty children can't help but reach out and pick ripe fruits to eat and taste the autumn harvest.
golden autumn
In the poplar forest, the leaves of poplar are yellow, hanging on the trees like golden flowers; Floating in the air, like a golden butterfly; It landed in the stream beside the tree, like a golden boat. As the poet said, "Until September 8th in Qiu Lai, I will be in full bloom. Tianxiang permeates Chang 'an, and the city is full of golden flowers. "
The autumn wind is bleak, and the layers of forest are dyed, showing the golden color of autumn.
"Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely. I say autumn is better than spring." I also love autumn like a poet: I love the lofty and pure sky in autumn; Love autumn wind, fresh and cool; Love autumn colors, colorful, love autumn. ...
The scene composition urgently needs to extract 400 words, and it is better now.
Autumn, spring, summer, autumn and winter, four seasons cycle, standing between the vast world, feeling the ruthlessness of the years in a hurry. If spring brings vitality, summer brings restlessness and winter brings sadness, then autumn brings helplessness.
I like to wander alone in a path full of fallen leaves or an empty lane full of moss, letting my thoughts be blown away by the autumn wind until I am overwhelmed by the melancholy of being at arm's length, so I have to sigh with Song Yutong: "Alas, autumn is a kind of gas! It's bleak, and the vegetation falls again and again. " Autumn, autumn wind rustling, falling leaves in succession.
Every time I read the poems of the ancients, I am always wrapped in a deep sadness about autumn, but I don't want to break free and sip the slowly expanding melancholy and loss alone. I don't know if this is "falling in love with the floor, saying that I am worried about giving new words" or "saying that I want to rest, but saying it is cool in autumn"? ! Anyway, I'm not the only one who has been sad about autumn since ancient times. See how many sensitive and affectionate poets have left poems that cherish autumn and comfort them. In the Book of Songs, "Autumn is sad and flowers fly", "White dew is frost" and "Mulberry falls, but yellow falls" are all sighs about autumn.
Fan Zhongyan's "Blue sky, yellow leaves, autumn waves and cold smoke" is deeply hurt by the faint scenery and the blend of emotion and scenery. Later, in The West Chamber, Wang Shifu slightly triggered the word "Farewell Pavilion" and changed it to "blue sky and yellow flowers flying in the north and west wind flying in the south".
Who is drunk in Xiao Lai's frost forest? Always keeping people's tears "is even more confusing and frustrating." ""Affectionate feelings have been hurt since ancient times, and it is even worse to neglect the autumn festival "is Liu Yong's exclamation. Feel sorry for Liu Xia. Parting is endless, and all he can take away seems to be the autumn wind.
Zhou Bangyan's Autumn Sunny, Turning into a Cold Room, Listening to the Cold Sound describes the loneliness and helplessness of a lonely journey. Wei's Yan Wen: "Where is my hometown? It's leisurely to think about it.
Gao Zhai Lai, an Autumn Night in Huainan, wrote a lonely feeling of homesickness. Compared with the above-mentioned helplessness in autumn, Li Bai also showed his true colors as a bold poet: "I had to leave Bolt and me yesterday, and today it hurts my heart even more.
Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, and I am in this villa, drinking my wine. " In short, the scenery in autumn is mostly bleak, with bitter wind and rain, hay falling, rain beating residual lotus, wild geese singing in the sky ... but in different moods, poetry will be very different.
Liu Yuxi found sustenance in the autumn wind and freed himself from the sad feeling: "Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely, and I say autumn is better than spring." When a crane flies among clouds in a clear sky, it brings poetry to Bixiao. "
In "Looking at Autumn in Chang 'an", Du Mu also saw that the autumn wind was clear and there was a hole in the sky: "Outside the frost tree, there is not a spark in the mirror. In the autumn, the momentum is high. "
Autumn rain is a famous sentence describing autumn-tall buildings look forward to dusk, and there is rustling rain on the leaves. Autumn night-in my sleep, the autumn sound is nowhere to be found, and the leaves are full of steps.
Autumn sound-I didn't feel the dream of spring grass in the pond, but the leaves in front of the steps had autumn sound. Autumn leaves-the wind blows bamboo in the middle of the night, and all the leaves are hate.
Autumn color-the rain invades the urn and the new moss is green, and the autumn leaves are red when entering the cross forest. Autumn moon-the moonlight is flooded and the emptiness echoes.
Autumn chrysanthemum-it is better to die holding incense in the branches than to be blown down in the north wind. Wan Li, an old friend, has never been heard from, and plans to ask Jiangtou to break the flood.
Autumn sorrow-don't say that you are always idle, and write clear sorrow every night. Autumn is prosperous-the west wind blows all over the lake leaves, and it is unique to change your autumn clothes for the first time.
Autumn bosom-a fleeting sigh went out, and I saw konoha flying by the lake. Qiu Meng —— Back in the autumn night at the beginning of my dream, Eden was still sleeping.
Memories of autumn-the anvil pestle knocks on the deep lane, and the phoenix tree shakes down the autumn hometown. Enlightenment of autumn-everyone is explaining the sad autumn, not knowing it thoroughly like a poet.
The smell of autumn-crickets only know that autumn is early and there is a lot of rain on the banana. I hope I can have the magnanimity of the ancients. In the following autumn, I can feel the freshness and tranquility after the noisy summer and the short fragrance before the long winter. I can feel the heroism of "the autumn wind is cold and justice is awe-inspiring", and I have no helplessness of "the autumn wind is bleak".
It will also be "felt" by autumn, but it is no longer "sad" for autumn. Moonlight is like water, like the day when the summer heat in early autumn is about to dissipate. I miss the moon that belongs to the Mid-Autumn Festival. Only in this way can people feel really cool and quiet.
The bright moon is often ignored by us in our daily life. Only when such a special day comes can people think of something about the bright moon. The night is so quiet, with a hint of warmth in the silence, which makes the noise of autumn sound reach its climax in the treetops.
The light of the moon is blurred and flickering, creating a dense atmosphere, which unexpectedly reminds me of a sentence in Qin Guan's poem "Walking on the Sand": The fog is lost, and the moon is lost. A memorandum of "Fan" captures the hazy atmosphere of moonlight, and at this time, many vague past events come into your heart in a hazy way.
In fact, there are many things you don't have to think about. It has always been there, like a bright moon many years ago, always hanging in your heart. The light of the moon is vague, hazy, quiet and far away.
Entering the moonlight is like entering a hazy dream. Although you know it's just a dream, it makes you want to get involved and never wake up. In our Minnan dialect, the moon has a very feminine nickname called "Yueniang", which I have always liked. There doesn't seem to be too many reasons, just because Moon Mother decorated many of our childhood dreams.
At that time, in summer or early autumn nights, we usually slept on the roof, watched the quiet night sky, accompanied by moonlight or starlight, and fell asleep in the fascinating stories of adults. In our sleep, we would inevitably dream of picking stars in a boat sitting on the moon. At that time, old people often told their children not to point their forefinger at "Moon Mother", otherwise, at night "Moon Mother" would become a sickle and cut off your ear.
As a result, the children had to hold their index fingers tightly in their fists, for fear that a careless person would incur the curse of having their ears cut off. It seems that there are still friends like that who point their index finger at the moon, fearing that they will be scared to sleep all night, fearing that once they fall asleep, their ears will be secretly cut off by "Mother Moon".
Autumn is a transitional season from summer to winter. The seventh day of the seventh lunar month.
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Sports meeting broadcast manuscript 1 Your sweat spilled on the runway, watering the successful flowers.
Your laughter is dancing in the gym, winning honor for your class and counting you as the best. Run and chase. In this vast Yuan Ye, you are like a swift horse and an arrow.
Run and chase. You are stronger than tigers and leopards. You waved your powerful arms and watched the solid ball turn into a beautiful arc. I really admire you. You threw your best. A small stick connects unity and friendship. It conveys courage and strength. A small wooden stick plays the role of struggle and struggle. Come on! Let this exciting moment reverberate in our hearts forever! Stepping on the runway is an option. Leaving the starting point is a kind of courage.
Galloping on the field is victory. Athletes, use your strength and spirit to open up a long-distance running world that belongs to you! The warm sunshine is shining on the field, and the men's javelin competition in Group B is about to begin.
On the field, a beautiful arc will cross the sky. Athletes challenge the authority of distance round after round with javelin in their hands.
The lithe posture of javelin in the air is the combination of athletes' strong strength and skilled skills. Who can win in this fierce competition? Let's wait and see, let's cheer for them! Only those who combine strength and skill can win the crown of victory! 6. How many times have you been sweating like a pig, and the pain has filled your memory, just because you always believe that you can win by fighting.
Always encourage yourself, you have to work hard to succeed. The blood in the stadium is boiling, and the giants in the stadium rise.
Believe in yourself, you will win and create miracles; Believe in yourself, the dream is in your hands, this is your world. When it's all over, you'll be the first.
Believe in yourself, you will go beyond the limit and surpass yourself! Believe in yourself, come on, athlete, believe in yourself. 7. We are young and confident, the breath of youth is like a newborn sunrise, and our vigorous strength is like sunshine.
At this moment, the runway is our wonderful stage, and the sound of refueling is our highest award! There is only one belief in success and honor: struggle! The bleak autumn wind can't stop your spirit of folding bamboo. 8. The vast green fields are your stage. Make public, young heart, we will always cheer for you! Tagore said in his poem that there is no shadow of wings in the sky, but I have flown; Ai Qing told his friends that some people may not reach the other side, but we all have the sea.
Maybe you didn't make outstanding achievements, but you left your footprints on the playground. Maybe you don't have any prizes, but we left your hard work in our hearts.
All efforts are to meet this moment, and all struggles are for this command. 9. Just as flowers prepare for spring, autumn and winter, the whole summer is red.
Just like snowflakes go through spring, summer, autumn and turn white all winter. Squat down, hold your head high, and set off ... A gentle foot lift touches the audience's eyes and forces you to wave, thus satisfying the silent waiting.
Facing the morning sun, you leave with hope, and we are waiting for your return. 10. Maybe a meteor is not rare, but the moment it burns, it leaves the most beautiful memories on earth! Perhaps smiling faces are not uncommon, but the joy of victory will always leave a beautiful moment for the world! Yes, those once beautiful things were only a short moment, but that left the most brilliant moment to the world.
Victory is what everyone pursues, the joy of victory, the turning point of victory and a new beginning, and victory is a new beginning! 1 1. Not too long nor too short. What you need is total devotion. You've been trying your best from beginning to end. At this moment, you are at the most beautiful moment. No matter how many times you win, as long as you run down, you are a hero. Time is passing, the track is extending, and the success shows your heartbeat, blood is boiling, and glory is at your feet. This is a challenge to speed.
Victory beckons to you/victory beckons you 13. Not for flowers, not for instant glory, but for persistent belief, which has turned into a constant running, burning dream in my heart, and ceaseless footsteps under my feet. You told the importance of the process with your actions, there is no end to the end, and there is no dangerous peak that you can't climb. I hope to smile at you with the finish line and work hard! Experience is wonderful, generation, all your energy, success is a portrayal of your sweat. 14. Although your time on the court is short, your figure remains in people's minds, because you are the most lovely person on the court, not for the notes of applause, for deliberate conquest, or for the pain of failure, only the sweat of hard work turns into the pace of success. 15. The firm belief in your heart and the steady pace at your feet tell us an unchanging principle with actions. There is no mountain you can't cross. Success beckons to you at the end. Work hard with your tenacious will to meet the flowers and applause at the end. I believe success must belong to you. 16. Firmness, persistence, endurance and hope are condensed on the extended white runway! Strength, faith, struggle, struggle, gradually bright at the distant finish line! The strong voice of the times is ringing at your feet.
17. With the breath of spring and light footsteps, we ushered in the long-awaited sports meeting. This is a stage to show yourself.
We yearn for the persistence of the mountain, the depth of the sea, and we are even more obsessed with your speed passion. Come on, release your energy.
Every time you sprint, you are touching our heartstrings; Every leap you make attracts our attention; Every time you take off, it makes us nervous. We shout for you, we are proud of you, and we are crazy about you.
18. The pace, speed, vitality and passion of youth will be fully reflected in you. Meet yourself, challenge yourself and beat yourself! We believe you can do it. Come on, athletes! The finish line is just around the corner! 19. Sweat and tears; Laughter, singing; Let's spend it casually
At the opening ceremony, on the sports ground, we showed how many difficulties and hardships we bravely undertook. Because of youth, because of publicity, because we know: exchange today's sweat for tomorrow's smile. 20. The road of life is smooth sailing, smooth sailing.