Who can help me write a composition for the summer vacation? The topic is: pond charm, urgently needed!

In a pond full of grass, the water is full of water, and the mountains cover the waves. Cowherd's child sat on the cow's back and casually played the tune with piccolo. In Lei Zhen's Night in the Country, the pond becomes poetic. The pond has become an image repeatedly picked up by literati, decorated with poems of Song people and vivid with lyrics of Song Dynasty. "The forest shadow sings silently, and the grass pond listens to the frog alone", "It rains at home in Huangmei season, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond", and the pond is all associated with the grass frog in poetry, dancing with it, and making the chanter fragrant.

"Half an acre of square pond, day put * * *. The canal is required to be so clear that only the source of living water comes. " Mr. Zhu wandered around the pond, but he realized the trick of reading and picked up philosophical thinking.

Once upon a time, the once beautiful pond was turbid in our eyes and lost the clear waves of the past. As if for an instant, it was blown dry by the wind in the poems of Song people, and the dried pond was like the blind eye of the earth. In the past, the lively pond was full of frogs, but now there is no mosaic of grass and no sleep accompanied by frogs. It was actually picked up by the villagers and became their wallets and gold belts.

"The mountain light in the west suddenly disappeared, and a bright moon slowly rose on the lake in the east." Now, your tears are weak and painful. Only the pale moon bent down and hooked it.

When I was a child, there was a clear pond in front of my house and several ponds in the village. At that time, the pond was like a poem in the Song Dynasty, "full of water and full of flowers". We often appeared in a poetic pond, and "the duck pond was shallow and deep" became a plain poem, full of poetic ponds. The happiness of childhood, floating on the pond, is like a dragonfly hovering on the water. It is easy to get a little water, "a little water flies slowly", which makes the frogs in the pond poetic, and "a good year is said in the fragrance of rice and flowers"; Or bloom like a bud, the breeze blows gently, and the fragrance floats, so that the oriole hidden at the bottom of the leaf can't help shouting one or two in the deep fragrance.

Now, when I return to my hometown, the pond in front of my door has long since disappeared, the lotus flower has become a memory, and the lotus fragrance has become a luxury enjoyment. The frogs are far away and petrified in my mind, but in front of me, I can see black water flowing and flies flying around. Where is the poetic pond? Other ponds have also been contracted by villagers and become stocking fish ponds. "Clear water means no fish." Walking by the pond, the water is no longer clear and poetry is hard to find. On the contrary, the disgusting smell of fish comes to the nose. The villagers who contracted the fish pond smiled when they looked at the fish that were so crowded that they could hardly breathe. I can't laugh at all, I can only pretend to be perfunctory.

What's more, real estate developers have also turned their attention to ponds, but planted tall buildings where grass, lotus leaves, lotus flowers, dragonflies and frogs should have grown. The frog should have said that there was a bumper harvest, and there was a harsh cry from the pile driver, but there was a burst of copper smell from the place that should have been fragrant and refreshing. This should be the birthplace of poetry, but it has become the hometown of Kong Fangxiong.

Pond, pond, I know your sadness. Your desire for people is only cold despair, your smile has turned yellow, and the frost has condensed in your absent eyes. I seem to hear Jay Chou chanting in your eyes and smiling: "Your shadow keeps cutting, leaving me alone on the lake."