1. How to write the composition "In the Voice of White Birch"
After lunch, there were gradually more white clouds in the blue sky. It's like millions of marshmallows piled together, a huge pile of white, making people drool; it's also like mountains piled with white snow, quiet and solemn.
A breeze blew by, and the white clouds gradually dispersed. At this time, there are blue, gray and white in the blue sky. . There are also colors that we cannot describe or see.
After a while, a little sheep appeared in the sky, running slowly into the distance. After thirty or forty seconds, the little sheep became bigger, its limbs became longer, its neck became longer, and its body became thicker. Later, the sheep became blurry, and the sheep's body became scattered in pieces here and there, as if it were divided into five pieces.
Suddenly, a big camel came in the sky. Its hump is very big, and it is just a leading camel, because there is a herd of camels following behind it. The camel herd was walking aimlessly in the sky. Soon after, the camel herd disappeared, and so did the big camel. At this time, Baiyun looked like nothing. 2. The composition of the white birch
In front of my window, there is a white birch, as if coated with silver frost and covered with snowflakes. The fluffy branches are elegantly embroidered with snow, and the clusters of flowers are in full bloom. , the white tassels are picturesque. In the hazy silence, this white birch stands, shining brightly.
White Birch There is a white birch in front of my house. In spring, it is covered with leaves.
In the summer, it is dry. In autumn, it sheds many leaves.
In winter, it seems to be covered with white frost. Birch, a deciduous tree, is very beautiful when planted alone or in clusters in gardens, park lawns, poolsides, lakesides or along roadsides.
The birch tree is the national tree of Russia and a symbol of the country’s national spirit. In the north of China, in the grass. 3. How to write a 400-word essay after reading the modern poem "White Birch"
"White Birch" is a lyric poem by the famous Russian poet Yesenin. The poem uses the white birch as the central image and describes its beauty from different angles. The whole body is covered with snowflakes, snow-embroidered lace, and white tassels, sparkling in the morning glow, covered with silver frost, and blooming with spikes of flowers. They are slim and graceful, showing a kind of noble beauty. The birch trees in the poem not only have changes in color, but also are full of dynamic beauty. The white birch is so noble and tall, it is a symbol of noble personality. Reading this poem, in addition to feeling the beauty of the poetic conception, you can also strongly feel the poet's love for his hometown and nature.
Sergei Alexanderovich Yesenin (Сергей Есенин, 1895-1925), a Russian pastoral poet. Born in a peasant family in Ryazan Province, he was raised by his maternal grandfather who was a rich farmer. After graduating from the Normal School in 1912, he went to Moscow alone and worked as a proofreader in a printing factory. At the same time, he participated in the Surikov Literary Music Group and took courses at the Shanyavsky Civilian University. In 1914, he published the lyric poem "White Birch". In 1915, he met Blok, Gorky and Mayakovsky, and published his first collection of poems, "Day of the Dead". In the spring of 1916, he was drafted into the army and married Lai Yihe after his discharge. In 1919, he participated in the publication of the Imagist Manifesto, and later wrote Life and Art (1921) criticizing the Imagists, indicating his return to real life. Married Duncan in 1921, traveled to European and American countries the next year, returned to the Soviet Union in 1923, and published articles criticizing the American way of life. In September 1925, she married Tolstoy, the granddaughter of Leo Tolstoy, and was hospitalized for mental illness in November. On December 26, he wrote a desperate poem in blood: "Goodbye, my friend, goodbye, / My dear, you will always be remembered in my heart. / The destined separation, / Foreshadows the reunion in the next life. Goodbye, my Friends, there is no need to say goodbye or shake hands, / Don’t be sad, don’t be sad - / In this world, dying is not new / Living is certainly not new. " He hanged himself in a hotel in Leningrad before dawn on the 28th. He was 30 years old. , exactly what Confucius said was the year of establishment. A year later in the winter, a gunshot was fired on his grave, and Benislavskaya, who was infinitely in love with him but was missed again and again, died for him. It is said that "my friend" in Yesenin's desperate poem refers to this She 4. White birch changed to composition
The memories of my childhood have faded away with the passage of time, but what still haunts me is the white birch forest in my hometown.
My hometown is called Birch Forest. It is at the foot of Xiaoxing'an Mountains. There is a natural mixed forest of about one hectare at the east end and the west end of the village. Most of them are birch trees. It is the characteristic of my hometown, and maybe it is also. Hence the name.
In the deep well of my memory, these two birch forests are my childhood paradise. Children from the east end of the village and those from the west end of the village are naturally divided into two groups. Those in the east end of the village call themselves the "Donglin Army" and those in the west end of the village call themselves the "Xilin Army", taking the East and West Forest where they are located as their "base area". The two armies often engage in "big battles". After the battle, sometimes they "turn enemies into friends" and sometimes they develop "resentments."
When I was little, I followed the older kids, being their "followers" and acting as their "little soldiers." When he grew up, he also learned from the older children and led a group of "little soldiers" and became a "commander".
The most unforgettable thing for me is that every June 1st, the school organizes a field game activity and engages in a "treasure hunt" game in the birch forest. Beforehand, the teacher tied the notes with "treasures" written on them to the branches or deposited them in the branches of the birch forest. Then let the students go into the forest to search. Whenever someone finds a "treasure", the joy is beyond words. The so-called "treasures" are a 4-cent square notebook, a 5-cent pencil sharpener, and an 8-cent wooden ruler. In fact, what brings us joy is far more than these. It is our intimacy with the forest and our closeness to nature.
This small birch forest is filled with my childhood dreams, the fun of youth, and enriches the naughty innocence of my childhood.
This small birch forest is colorful with the colors of spring, summer, autumn and winter in my hometown. In spring, the white birch trees that have been dormant all winter quietly sprout buds, kiss the spring breeze and stretch out their tender green leaves, sending out a charming smile to the people working in the cultivated fields, bringing new hope to the hard-working people, the cuckoo on the branch. Send greetings to the working people.
In summer, the dense branches and leaves of the birch forest are like a parasol. Working people go into the shade to take a nap, enjoy the coolness under the green shade, lie on the thick grass, and suck the fragrance of the herbs. .
In autumn, when a thin layer of frost passes over the treetops and the birch leaves turn from green to yellow, she tells people that the harvest season is here, and people begin the busiest and happiest autumn harvest season.
In winter, she raised her chest to withstand the wind, snow and cold to keep people safe.
With her, my hometown looks plain, harmonious, and peaceful; with her, my hometown looks delicate, charming, and colorful.
One day, when I returned to my hometown, the beautiful scenery of the birch forest disappeared. They were replaced by houses and farmland. I am very melancholy and helpless. Since we humans came out of the forest and the forest multiplied humans, humans should cherish their homes and forests. In order to survive, human beings do not hesitate to destroy their own homes, and to obtain this kind of survival is like drinking from a dove to quench their thirst. Maybe this small forest is not enough to affect human survival; maybe this small forest is not enough to affect ecological harmony; maybe the economic value of this small forest is far less than the needs of industrial civilization----
Although the loss of this piece of birch forest cannot eliminate my nostalgia for my hometown, it does increase my nostalgia for the birch forest. Deep in my heart is the infinite attachment to the birch forest and the longing for my hometown. Baihua Lin will always be in my heart. 5. Rewrite "White Birch" into prose
White Birch
In front of my window, there is a white birch tree.
It’s winter, it’s snowing, and the white birches seem to be coated with silver frost and covered with snowflakes. The snow-fallen branches, the fluffy branches, and the snow-embroidered lace are so beautiful. Strings of flower spikes bloom together, and the white tassels are like a painting.
It’s dawn, and in the hazy silence, my white birch tree stands tall and graceful, shining with bright snowflakes. The white birch sighs at the beautiful snow scene. It is like a curious girl, lingering and wandering with bright eyes; the belated morning glow, in the brilliant golden light, the white birch tree wipes its snow-capped branches again. A layer of silvery brilliance.
My white birch is as graceful as a girl, leaving a beautiful shadow in front of my window with all kinds of charm.