In daily study, work or life, everyone has written compositions. With the help of compositions, people can achieve the purpose of cultural exchange. Do you always have trouble starting a sentence when writing an essay? Below is the composition of red beans and lovesickness that I compiled for you. You are welcome to share it. Hong Dou and Acacia Composition 1
Listen carefully to the sound of the wind blowing across the sand dunes, and watch the wind roll up a layer of yellow sand with your eyes, but it cannot bury Hong Dou's longing. ——Inscription
I walked quietly through the place where the epiphyllum bloomed, and slowly smelled the scent of peach blossoms. Is it early summer? No, it’s the fiery passion of midsummer. Right?
Guarding a lonely freedom, I haven’t fully experienced the climate of peach blossoms in full bloom, but it has already entered midsummer, and cicadas have already settled down and built nests on the treetops. A sign that summer is approaching.
I am looking forward to the beautiful love coming to me, maybe that person has been waiting somewhere for a long time. I can vaguely see the ripe early summer, but I still smell the greenness of midsummer. Are you still waiting for it to bloom again? Searching and searching, in the season of red beans, I will leave one for you, waiting for rebirth.
Holding acacia beans, walking barefoot on the sand dunes. My feet are stepping on the golden land illuminated by the sun, and I can feel the tenderness I have been waiting for for a long time through my skin. What kind of season will allow me to plant your red beans in the right place? One handful or two handfuls...
What I am looking for is your breath, but you are nowhere to be seen. The sadness of lovesickness has planted the love beans for you in my heart. When we get together and leave, we always linger between you and me. Do you have to wait until the scenery is clear before you can watch the long flowing water with me?
I smell your sweet breath from the wind. I miss you so close, can you find my missing for you?
I have never seen your face, but I can touch your edges and corners, and the skin across my fingers makes me feel tender to the heart. In the sea of ??thousands of people, I have not seen you, and you have not seen me, but we can leave a piece of pure land for each other in our hearts, waiting for the season of flowers to bloom, and walking into each other's hearts together.
Waiting for the flowers to bloom and the breeze to blow. Red beans are still not red in your heart...
Do you remember that summer, there was such a girl, holding acacia beans for you, standing in that windy place, waiting for you to accompany her to watch the flowing water. Cherish the people in front of you, and don’t wait for the red beans to be really red in your summer before you turn around and see the peach blossoms in the garden that have already withered.
We walked along the way, looking at the scenery on the way, still holding the hand of our beloved, no matter how strong the wind or how heavy the rain, we would never let go. A woman writes a lifetime of love for you, and a man leaves a lifetime of glitz for you. Beautiful love is not a single thing, it requires two people to care for and create it together.
No matter whether you have your loved one by your side now, whether your wife or husband has lost their original youthful beauty or handsome appearance, never abandon each other. , because the reason for growing old is that your love has created your own paradise. Please remember that red beans can’t make your summer red, remember the best appearance! When the flowers bloom, you will still be the same as before... Red Beans and Acacia Composition 2
When the white snow in the sky is flying in the wind, like a lot of lonely white cherry blossoms, one, two, three... ....Gloomy, melancholy, and leisurely. Seeing the snowflakes so happy and running towards the earth without any hesitation always makes people feel pity. Today's flawless white snow will be mixed with the soil in a few days, and will no longer float in the dust. Looking at the flying snow again, it is still falling holy, persistently and simply. It doesn't care about anything or think about anything, it just keeps falling.
Beautiful snowflakes, beautiful snow-like girl, my friend Snow.
The acquaintance with Snow was both accidental and inevitable. I have always believed that in this world, there is always a fate that connects two people from far apart from each other. This fate will make people dream about it for a lifetime. She is my junior high school classmate. We have known each other since we met and spent more than a thousand days and nights together. During this period, there were laughter, quarrels, excitement, and loss, so many sweet days worth remembering, so many warm people and things, and the increasingly strong love led her into my life, and eventually she became the sky in my life. snowflakes, quiet and happy.
Quiet and happy, Snow is like this in the eyes of others. I also hope that my Snow is like this, but I know she is not. She is quiet, she is introverted, because the outside world hurts her. A mocking look or a cold word may be insignificant to the person who did the harm, but to the person who was harmed, it is another scar added to the heart. After a long time, the heart becomes a door and is only open to the people closest to it. In fact, Snow is a very cheerful girl who longs for others' appreciation and unfettered joy. However, reality owes her too much. She is always so happy when we are together. Perhaps it is because of cherishment that she is so tolerant to me. Unfortunately, after we parted, I discovered that she tolerated too much of my willfulness and naivety. Snow has a big heart, not just me, but she can laugh it off even those who have hurt her intentionally or unintentionally.
A philosopher said that tolerating the shortcomings of others is tolerance, and the advantage of tolerating others is grace. In terms of magnanimity and demeanor, I am not as good as Snow.
Snow's world is filled with endless fantasy, romance, and the fragrance of wild flowers and grass. It was like a dream in a fairy tale, pure, kind and happy. In fact, she was still a child. Taking a handful, Snow's face filled her hands, so clear. Thinking of the Snow in the distance, I wonder what she is doing under another sky. In the haze, a white dove flew across the sky, carrying an acacia red bean tree in its mouth. The passionate red and gentle blue blend into a perfect picture. I think those may be the wings of my longing, flying across the distance of time and space to my best friend, Snow... Red Bean and Acacia Composition 3
In this season, the sky is fluttering all the time. It’s just winter in season!
An inexplicable chill came over me. I pulled the zipper tighter and tried to get out of the corner where I was curled up. It's just that the silence has been too long, and all that's left is indifference. The decadent past only shows that time flies by and the years pass by like a knife. I can't escape, let alone get rid of it. All I have gained from my heartless struggle are new shackles.
I tried to change, tried to be relieved, tried to imitate the Buddha, and devoutly chanted "This is what I heard" and "No self, no Buddha, no hatred, no love." But what can Fahai do without love? After all, you can't escape the cause and effect of love and hate. What if there is no love in the desert? A solitary wall has become dusty due to lead. I tried to imitate Zhuangzi, pretending not to care, and said, "Nothing is other than that, and nothing is other than what it is. If you don't see it, you will know it." But the more I don't care, the more I care. The more I want to leave, the more I can't leave. I can't remember what I want to remember, and I can't forget what I want to forget! So I wanted to escape. With the appearance of a scholar and Confucian, looking at the prosperity passing away in the east, I can only sigh that the dead are like this. But if this is the case, why does prosperity still exist after the prosperity flows? Is loneliness still lonely after passing by? The deceased are like this, but why do my emotions only accumulate instead of passing away? Who died? What is left behind? I couldn't convince myself, and I didn't know how to excuse myself. I have to sigh deeply every night when I dream of you and tell myself: Dreams are always more beautiful than reality, and what is unreachable in reality is always possible here. I couldn't help but shake my head, scolding myself for being too hypocritical and never getting what I can't get!
Since you can’t escape, you might as well learn to adapt. Recite a Prajna Buddha saying and tell yourself that everything will start from scratch, as if we have never met each other. Then one day when I meet you, I will ask you your name with a smile. On a sunny afternoon, I asked you if you would mind having a cup of coffee together. Even if you refuse, I will still happily move forward and tell you that it will be okay next time.
Thinking about it this way, I feel that it is already spring.
I stood up, looked at my corner, and gently touched the wall as a farewell. Then, turn around and leave without looking back.
I passed by the street corner where my grandma was selling tea soup. A thought flashed through my mind and I asked, "Grandma, what's your surname?" Grandma smiled and said, "My surname is Meng." I smiled, picked up a bowl of tea soup, and Drink it all in one gulp.
I will never forget you, and I will never give up! Red Beans and Acacia Composition 4
Chinese Valentine's Day comes with romance, and the air seems to be filled with the flavor of love. I remember that this romantic classical myth has been talked about by my mother over and over again since childhood. At that time, I was young and didn’t understand love. I just simply analyzed who was good and who was bad. But now that I understand the meaning of love, I begin to lament the greatness of this love.
I have always liked classical things, and I always feel that there is a unique charm in them. I like to read those romantic stories in ancient times. Thinking about such poignant love in that era, it is always easy to move people.
Red beans grow in the south, and they sprout a few branches in spring.
I hope you will pick more of them, this is the most loved thing.
I forgot when I learned this poem, it contains endless sadness and expectations. It was also from that time that I realized that little Hongdou was carrying such heavy emotions. Acacia is heavy and love is deep. Maybe during the Chinese Valentine's Day festival, we should borrow a red bean from Wang Wei's poem, and then put it gently in our hearts, carrying all the lovesickness...
Maybe it's the most lovesickness sentence. , I ran to the Internet to search, and found out that Hongdou is also called "Acacia". Even the name is so beautiful. Perhaps every beautiful thing has some poignant stories. Legend has it that in ancient times, there was a woman who cried under a tree because her husband died on the border. She died crying under a tree and turned into red beans, so people called her "Acacia Child".
I don’t know whether I was moved by the story or fascinated by this little red bean. On this special day, hearing such a legend really made people feel uproar.
The thin clouds make tricks, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver man is far away in darkness. Once the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win over countless others in the world.
Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, and I can’t bear to look at the magpie bridge on my way back. If the love between two people lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night?
The Chinese Valentine's Day is full of lovesickness, but it has the meaning of overshadowing the guests. I believe everyone does not know the origin of Chinese Valentine's Day. The love legend of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl has touched generations of people.
The most well-known sentence of Qin Guan's "Magpie Bridge Immortal" is: "If the two love lasts for a long time, how can they be together day and night!" Love in ancient China is always full of tragedy, Liang Zhuhuadie, The peacock flies southeast... These stories all reveal one word: regret. The most touching thing before was the poignant love between Lu You and Tang Wan. The eternal masterpiece "The Hairpin-headed Phoenix" makes people cry even more. Tang Wan's three tribulations made many people feel the sadness and anger in their hearts!
The romantic Chinese Valentine's Day is a festival for lovers, but inexplicably, it reminds me of those who are destined but not destined to be together. Fate is a wonderful thing. Sometimes it comes, but for one reason or another, it is inexplicably missed. When you look back, it is no longer there. The person in the dimly lit place will not always be there to guard you. I often hear friends say that there is no destiny. This sentence is very sad, but it is a true portrayal! Who can be so lucky that that person just appears when he is tempted?
Tomorrow is the Chinese Valentine's Day, and there will be a perfect combination of classics and romance. I told my friends the most romantic thing that day. Now it seems that the most romantic thing is holding hands with my significant other on Chinese Valentine's Day, counting the stars in the sky, and holding hands for the rest of my life. Red Bean and Acacia Composition 5
The same moonlight,
The same small bed,
The difference is that there is no plum fragrance flowing tonight.
In the vast dark night, I was left alone to wander aimlessly. The wind suddenly blew up, and the sky was filled with sadness. Plum fragrance, how can life be without plum fragrance? How can there be no plum blossoms blooming on this winter night? I can't help but feel melancholy on days without plum fragrance; I can't help but feel confused on such dark nights.
"The moon in front of the window is different only when there are plum blossoms." It turns out that the difference is the poetic and dreamlike confusion; the difference is the intoxicated youth and frivolity; the difference is It’s the dark fragrance of plums in winter, the clarity of plums, and the fragrance of plums! It turns out that lights like red beans are the most lovesick, and these red beans are talking about those golden years!
I want to go to a place where there is no winter, and I don’t have to feel sad and empty in the days when the plum blossoms are gone. However, the bright moon that waxed and waned at that time told me that all this was just an illusion; the plum blossoms that fell into mud told me that there was no hope. Since the morning is like blue silk and the evening will turn into snow, since what you get will eventually be lost, since what you have will eventually be lost, then why should we cherish it? What is there that we should be curious about?
Since ancient times, autumn has been a sad and lonely time, and my heart is lonely, with the bright moon shining in the sky.
Who said that autumn is better than spring? Looking up to the sky and roaring, I can't help but burst into tears.
Who cares about the laughter in the sea? All I saw was the falling red patches!
Lonely.
Desolate.
Night always comes as scheduled. At this time, my thoughts are always wandering on the streets. There was once a vast ocean, and it was difficult to be lured by the water. The world of mortals is rolling in, and material desires are flowing. Except Wushan, not Yunyou. I don't yearn for Guan Guanju Jiu, nor do I envy the gentleman's good behavior. But, I hid in the small building and had a scroll in my hand. Let your soul wander among the broad and profound square characters. Pursuing my pursuit, isn’t it a kind of enjoyment?
Yes, we travel in the world, always taste loneliness, and always face temptation. However, as Xu Zhimo said, "If I get it, I am lucky; if I don't get it, I am destined." So why are we happy when we get it, and why are we sad when we lose it? The most important thing in a free and unrestrained life is to make a difference!
Hold a book in your arms and let the words gently stir my tenderness. Just like the fragrance of plum blossoms standing next to each other in winter, they know what I'm thinking and caress my heart's pain; listen to the music in my heart and fulfill the dreams in my heart. Late at night, enjoy a glass of fragrant wine and a cup of steamy hot tea. Then, I read as if I was intoxicated, as if I was in a daze, as if I was in a fairyland, as if I was in a dream without anyone.
It’s just that I spend my time cooking books and calligraphy every night. Even if half of the sky falls, I won't be surprised. Astronomy and geography, ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign. Kant, Goethe, Tang, Song, Ming and Qing dynasties are all cut in the mind.
The desk lamp is like a bean, and the red candle is fluttering. Sighing that Liang Zhu turned into a butterfly, admiring Qingzhao for rafting in the vast expanse, envying Dongpo for holding wine in the wind. Thin chrysanthemums and secluded orchids bloom at the tip of my nose, and mountains and flowing water ring in my ears. Changting Ancient Road has banana trees in green, cherries in red, and grass stretching to the sky...
Don't be afraid, there are no tears in days without plum blossoms. Buddha once said:
I am here to return the favor. The grudges left in the past life;
My love is to resolve the entangled love in this life;
I am leaving to go to the appointment waiting for the next life;
My pain, For this fate that has been missed so many times.
Don’t be sad; reading under the lamp is also a joyful time...
The same moonlight.
The same small bed.
It’s the same day without the fragrance of plum blossoms, but the difference is that the room is filled with the fragrance of books.
I would like to read thousands of volumes, read about white clouds and dogs, read about the vicissitudes of the sea; read about the warmth and coldness of human relationships, and read about the changes in the world. I am willing to travel thousands of miles and cover thousands of rivers and mountains. When I came back, I wrote about plum blossoms, so that the fragrance in my heart would stay in the world forever.
Lovesickness.
Gorgeous.