winter String moon.
Neon. The first snow began to drift away.
Sitting alone behind the curtain of the snow fog, listening to the sound of snow falling. The falling dead leaves were quickly covered with snow, disappeared like a grain of dust and sank with my memory.
It seems that every winter is spent like this, curling up in my warm cabin, lighting a curling lamp, listening to music, drinking steaming tea, reading my favorite books and watching the wind, frost, rain and snow slide past the window year after year. I would like to live in my castle like this and watch the years pass quietly, like water.
I don't know if the traces of time are hung on my face and engraved in my heart. I know that one day, my eyes are no longer as clear as snowflakes.
After years of heavy snow, will you still remember the woman behind the snow and the heart of the past as snow? Looking up at the pedestrians on the road, everyone is in a hurry.
The solstice of winter has not yet arrived, and the cold at this moment is not biting. I think a person walking on the road, looking at the leaves that will not fall, will make me feel a little sad, feel the warmth of home, and involuntarily speed up my steps. Reminds me of the ancient poem "Chai Men smells dogs barking, and the snow at night returns to people".
Thinking of this, I can't help laughing, not at others, but at myself. Sitting in the room all day thinking, vague, many scenes have never been experienced and will never be realized, but inexplicably familiar and frightened.
As if I had wings in my heart, I flew around for me through time and space. It turns out that imagination can be so real or so absurd.
I suddenly remembered an old song many years ago: put away your emotions, leave your memory blank, forget the past you once had, and never say love again ... I like these naive old songs, and all my troubles were solved in a few words. How many words can be realized in the ethereal promise of that year? I don't know and I can't prove it.
All I know is that it will never bring the slightest excitement or dizziness, just like fireworks in the night sky. Beauty only belongs to her for a moment, the wind blows away, the prosperity is gone, and everything is empty. Moonlight and snow shadow rolled into the window, sprinkled on the table by the window, sprinkled on my forehead, and nourished my soul.
Fingertips danced again, pouring out her loneliness. This is just a game and a dream. Only the rules of this game are impermanent. This dream can see the other side, but can't swim.
This play is wonderful. It should be staged when it should be staged, and it should end when it should be finished. This game is very helpless, from clear to fuzzy, from spring flowers to autumn dew.
Like a wisp of wind, a Jing Xue, ups and downs at will, I don't know where to go, I don't know where to go. "Speak, speak; What's the hurry between going and coming? " Mr. Zhu Ziqing's "Hurry" made me sigh. It turns out that everything is doomed to be in a hurry, and I will never catch up with it.
The snow outside the window has stopped. I stayed where I was, like a butterfly tired of dancing, unable to fly away.
Snow is a kind of thing that can make people feel all kinds of emotions ... When catkins and reeds like snowflakes are falling from the sky outside the window, when the earth is decorated like a white carpet with snowflakes, standing in front of the window and watching them will have many feelings: they make me feel happy, even if I encounter unpleasant things, I will feel relaxed. Snowflakes are white and pure.
They also make the earth very pure and beautiful. I have a feeling that snow not only makes everything pure, but also makes people's hearts as beautiful and pure as it.
At this time, a snowflake touched the window and melted at once. I think the snow may melt soon after it stops.
I really hate melting them. However, the snow will eventually melt.
But its short life can protect plants, moisten and purify the air. I think it is the most selfless, it silently dedicated its own "life."
"Edelweiss, Edelweiss ..." When I watch snowflakes baptize the world, the melody of Edelweiss will reverberate in my mind. The lyrical melody of this song can accurately express the beauty of snow.
I hope snow can really bless our motherland and world peace, as the edelweiss says. I miss these snows because they had a good time.
When the snow stopped, the sun shone on the earth again. A gust of wind blew off the pine snow on the ground and branches, flying in the blue sky, and the sunshine made it more crystal clear.
At this time, I think snow is using this last time to show all its last beauty, and then it dies silently, becomes water and moistens the earth. This is the first snow in winter and the first snow in 2005.
At six o'clock in the morning, I just got up and heard my father say it was snowing outside! Hearing this, I quickly ran out of the window and looked, ah! I saw a vast expanse of whiteness between heaven and earth, and snowflakes were falling from the sky, as if a white tent had been pulled up all around, and the earth was immediately wrapped in silver. I can't help but think of a poem, "Like spring breeze, night comes and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees". How beautiful! Snow is as white as jade. Is it General Xiaotian sent by the Heavenly Palace or the jade leaf falling from the laurel tree in the Moon Palace? Snowflakes are like beautiful jade butterflies, dancing with ecstasy; Like a dandelion blown off; Like flying; Like a little white flower given by an angel; Scattered and gathered, fluttering leisurely, gently Ying Ying, is undoubtedly the masterpiece of the earth! I saw the snow in front of me as naughty as a butterfly, falling under the eaves for a while, falling on the branches for a while, and floating on the faces of pedestrians from time to time.
You see, people in the snow, no, are energetic students, chasing, running, jumping and laughing, standing side by side with pine trees. It snowed even harder, and it turned into goose feather snow.
My classmates and I walked out of the classroom and ran to the playground. No matter how cold the weather is and how heavy the snow is, we don't care even if the snow hits our warm faces heavily, because we are so happy and happy! You can have a snowball fight and make a snowman. Snow is the messenger of winter, especially the first snow, which indicates the arrival of winter. I love snowflakes because they are beautiful, pure and selfless, and can bring joy to the earth.
2. Write a composition based on the moonlight of the lotus pond and a landscape composition based on Moonlight of the Lotus Pond. 700 words "along the lotus pond, it is a winding little cinder road. This is a secluded road; Few people walk during the day, and it is lonely at night. There are many trees around the lotus pond, which are lush. On the roadside, there are some willows and some trees with unknown names. " This is the lotus pond in Tsinghua campus written by Mr. Zhu Ziqing. Unexpectedly, in the early winter of this year, I was lucky enough to be sent to Tsinghua University to attend an advanced seminar on public management, and the competition was just like this dream. It is well-known professors and scholars who preach and teach. Sometimes they talk about Kan Kan, quote stories and talk about Kan Kan, sometimes they talk about it, sometimes they talk about it, and sometimes they talk about it. It really makes me feel a little sorry to flood my brain with knowledge, information and truth that are fresh, energetic, valuable, familiar or unheard of. And it touched me a lot. Tsinghua for half a month, let me temporarily put aside the fetters of trivial matters and mundane things, calm down and sit at my desk and accept the influence of knowledge. This special atmosphere of life and study makes me feel calm both physically and mentally, so that I can "save my life in three provinces"-just like "indifferent to my ambition, quiet and far-reaching". Only by keeping a calm mind can we look at right and wrong objectively and resist.
Write a composition imitating the moonlight in the lotus pond. With the autumn wind blowing gently, the students came to the pond near the Spring Garden again.
Everything around is so kind. Tall trees, steep rockeries and green lawns.
But what impressed me the most was the crystal clear lotus pond. Every time I come here, I always feel different.
I like pink lotus in the morning sun in summer, and I prefer fat lotus in the cool wind. Autumn is the harvest season.
Look, a small fruit has grown on that tree. A breeze blew and the fruit trembled slightly in the breeze. Autumn has really come to us.
Of course, the lotus has already matured and been picked by the gardener. The lotus is round and smooth, in a semicircle with bean-shaped lotus seeds in the middle.
Although the lotus has been produced, the lotus leaf is still too green to see the edge, as if it were a golden rice field, dazzling; Like a green field, endless; It is also like a rough blue sea. A piece of green, seems to be connected with the sky.
Lotus leaves are not only green in color, but also different in shape. Look at that side, the lotus leaf stands high on the water, as if to compete with other lotus leaves, and as if to open a sunshade for the fish and shrimps in the water.
Look over there, all the lotus leaves are lying flat on the water, as small as disks and as big as water lilies. A few drops of water rolled naughtily on the lotus leaf, just like a jade plate with several pearls, glittering and translucent and flawless.
"How beautiful!" I took a breath of fresh air. I couldn't help being intoxicated by the beautiful scenery, and the students shouted "Gather-"
I really hate to leave, but I can't help it. Looking at this tree-lined and fruitful near-Spring Garden reminds me of the idiom "Chunhua Qiushi". Gu Ran is beautiful in spring, with colorful flowers in full bloom, but not as beautiful as the fruitful fruit trees in autumn. No endless fields are beautiful; Not as beautiful as blooming chrysanthemums; No ... I like autumn and everything.
4. Write an essay imitating the moonlight of the lotus pond. "Along the lotus pond, it is a winding little cinder road.
This is a secluded road; Few people walk during the day, and it is lonely at night. Around the lotus pond, there are many trees and lush.
On one side of the road, there are some willows and some trees with unknown names. "This is the lotus pond on Tsinghua campus written by Mr. Zhu Ziqing.
Unexpectedly, in the early winter of this year, I was lucky enough to be sent to Tsinghua University to attend an advanced seminar on public management, and the competition also encountered this dreamlike artistic conception. On the campus of Tsinghua, beside the lotus pond, I received nearly half a month's training, and all the lecturers were well-known professors and scholars. They talk from time to time in Kan Kan, learn from others, and talk in Kan Kan, Kan Kan. Sometimes, they talk about new, dynamic, valuable, deja vu or unheard of knowledge, information and ideas.
Let me really feel the power of a "knowledge storm" and let me feel a lot. During my half-month stay in Tsinghua, I temporarily put aside the fetters of trivial matters and mundane things, settled down and sat at my desk to receive the influence of knowledge.
This special atmosphere of life and study makes me feel calm both physically and mentally, thus "saving my body three times"-just like "indifferent to my ambition, quiet and far away". Only by keeping a calm heart can we treat right and wrong objectively, resist the temptation of material desires and seek the sublimation of our thoughts.
5. Imitating the moonlight of the lotus pond: Above the moonlight desk of the lotus pond, there are teachers of all sizes, high and low, and the most. These books surround the whole table; Only one side of the table has a blank, which seems to be reserved for me. The cover is colorful, and at first glance it is a pile of picture books. However, the richness of the staff can also be distinguished in the picture book. Colorful book covers are dotted with some embellishments, but some are casual. There are still one or two lights leaking from the cracks in the book, listless and sleepy. At this time, the happiest people are the children downstairs and the old people walking. But happiness belongs to them. I have nothing. When expanding, we should also pay attention to "scene blending", that is to say, while describing the scenery with three words, we should also reveal our feelings. This kind of emotion or joy, or intoxication, or yearning, or confusion, dismay and sadness can only be consistent with the painted scenery. A few words arouse a strong interest in reading. It seems that imitation or application is not all a bad thing. The success of this article is because you really poured your true feelings into the seemingly casual humorous description, making readers just want to laugh easily after reading it, but they can't help but think hard, which leads to your voice. Therefore, the lifeless formal framework has been endowed with profound new connotations. "But happiness is theirs, and I have nothing." Who says you have nothing? At least you wrote it in your own style. .
6. I walked along the embankment, and a red sun rose in the mist, but it was lovely. It's quiet here, without the noise and pollution of the city, only the quiet and fresh air. This is really a natural oxygen bar. Many birds also make their homes here, and their songs make it more harmonious and beautiful. The lake is like a mirror. Like a flawless jade, you can see the reflected banks and trees from the lake. You will feel like a little opossum hanging upside down from a tree, which is fun and novel. Suddenly, a fish jumped out of the water. I saw dozens of red and white fish swimming around, jumping out of the water for a while and diving into the water for a while, which was very interesting. Very tall and straight, like an army. At this time, the sun has risen. In an instant, countless golden sunshine shines on the earth, passing through the leaves, and the light and shadow falling on the ground are scattered. Birds singing loudly in the branches broke the unique tranquility here. Trees, like me, are listening and intoxicated ... In the song, I suddenly heard "Ding Dong, Ding Dong" mixed in the middle. It turns out that there is a crystal clear stream above the small canal. When I slipped, I knocked over the stone under my feet. Groups of tadpoles immediately scattered and fled, and several crabs crawled away sideways, leaving only a few aquatic plants swaying gently with the water waves. This place is beautiful, beautiful, great.
7. The 600-word composition "Sunshine Scenery on Campus" is written in imitation of Zhu Ziqing's "Moonlight on the Lotus Pond". I read Moonlight on the Lotus Pond, which is vivid, clear and shining. I like Zhu Ziqing's works very much, so I am intoxicated.
Chinese class, into Guo's classroom rhythm, Guo picked up the Chinese and accompanied her book all the time. Teacher Guo told us that I don't know what the lesson "Moonlight on the Lotus Pond" is. I opened the book and saw this language. I understood the name "hawthorn tree" and remembered the scene before last summer when I was beside my family and looking at the lotus flowers in the garden. This quiet picture still makes me feel like yesterday.
I remember that I was alone at home that night, very lonely, like Mr. Zhu Ziqing who wanted to find something to distract himself and walked out of the house with his hand behind his back. I feel that beautiful little garden. I walked alone on the winding road of the small stone circle and looked up to see that the full moon was really bright. The moon rises gradually and shines on the earth. I walked slowly to the lotus pond road, beautiful ponds, trees far and near, some bright and clear, some shady, but the most lush pine trees. It looks even more terrible! But I have a little courage to go, go, suddenly! Ah! There are original stems and branches around the pond. Like the middle of the pond, there are many lotus leaves. They like to sleep. I walk gently.
Go to the nearby pond, sit down and have a look. There are hawthorn leaves in Tian Tian, pink flowers in the middle layer of the leaves, and a few white lotus flowers in the middle of the yellow stamens. A breeze, sending a scent of feathers makes me feel good! Suddenly, a lotus, shining, turned into a pink and light pink lotus. Lotus lantern seems to be a very good one! I am surprised! I wonder what's in it. Open it, wow! Sparkling little fluorescent bug, I looked at it curiously, and fireflies danced slowly in my arms. The firefly whispered to me, "You are not lonely, but look at the pond." Fireflies dance and they return to the ground. I'm a little depressed. I stood up and walked back along the pond.
After watching the hawthorn, I feasted my eyes and reluctantly left the pond.
Hawthorn is a pure, quiet and beautiful pond. In my eyes, my heart is the greatest.