In the morning, it was raining in Mao Mao, and I came to this gardenia tree.
Under the light rain, the gardenia flowers look particularly green, and the buds on the trees are shy. What seems to be waiting?
She is like a pure young woman, standing quietly in the rain, and the raindrops wet her green branches, making her look particularly delicate and charming and more lovable. She raised her head gently, as if she were thinking about her journey, and as if she were expecting and waiting. It seems that our life has experienced setbacks and bumps, but it still stands in this sea of flowers. Could it be that she was looking forward to that spring, or looking back on the winter she had spent?
Rain is her good partner, gently surrounding her and gently brushing away the soil around her. The small buds on the branches suck the rain like babies and shed sweet juice from time to time. It looks extremely cute and pitiful.
Gardenia smiled happily, because the wind around her was gently blowing her graceful body. With a wave of her hand, she scattered the charming flowers around. This refreshing fragrance goes straight to the heart. In a flash, I seemed to be in a secluded gorge under the sea of flowers. The faint fragrance witnessed her gentleness and kindness, and also reflected her indomitable perseverance in the wind and rain. I fell into deep thinking, relishing her strength and femininity.
Blooming is instantaneous, but it needs to experience the heat in summer and the cold in winter, and it is also facing unknown changes. But she persisted, which required great perseverance and courage. I explored the white gardenias in full bloom, stroking them gently and admiring the tiny flower buds. My heart is full of these lovely elves, and their strength fixes beauty in my heart. I said to myself: Gardenia, lovely spirit, how can I have the same strength and perseverance as you?
Although gardenia is not as luxurious as peony, it is also washed away and more elegant; Similarly, she does not have the frivolous arrogance of bamboo, but also has the iron and steel that has experienced wind and rain; There is no noble lotus leaf that is not stained with mud, but also a white and flawless mind.
Light makeup and heavy makeup are always appropriate. Beneath her plain face, she naturally reveals her inner noble quality. Feel her strong persistence and smell her elegant fragrance. Listening carefully to her teachings and beliefs made me realize simple but profound truth with ordinary people. Suddenly, I suddenly feel light and healthy, and there are no thorns and bumps in front of me, leaving a broad road.
Gently touch gardenia, smile and say softly, thank you, my favorite gardenia.
Prose related to borrowing scenery and expressing emotion (2) Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely. I say autumn is better than spring. Fruitful autumn, bearing the gestation of winter, the germination of spring and the prosperity of summer, reaches the boiling point of life in this season.
As soon as I arrived at my home in the west, the golden wind was refreshing, and osmanthus flowers were blooming all over the floor, which was blown everywhere by the wind. There is a faint fragrance floating in the whole yard. The ginkgo trees in the backyard are covered with orange fruits, and the semi-green and semi-yellow leaves are blown by the wind, like euphemistic notes, floating in all directions.
The purple kudzu leaves and vines on the wall are intertwined, and the full leaves are like green palms in the sun, which seems to be always ready to applaud for autumn. The vines are still unhurriedly smoking new leaves, and my mother is running around them excitedly, busy picking them into the basket. The dense leaves are dotted with a few spikes of pink flowers, and strings of purple fruits poke between the flowers and leaves. Curiously looking at the beautiful world of Qiu Guang, I ran excitedly, picked up a rope and painted it on the ground as a pigment. My sister treated it as free nail polish, and soon I had a pair of dancing purple hands. The winding rattan is like a green waterfall, full of hopes and dreams, climbing towards the blue sky along the window.
Not far from the orange tree, the oranges are ripe, the treetops are covered with the land of Huang Chengcheng, and the autumn colors on the tree are golden with joy. I climbed up the tree three times, five times and two times, stepped on the criss-crossing branches and looked at the oranges around me. My heart is full of sweet joy, and I accepted this gift from nature in large quantities. Grandpa stood in a chair and happily picked it from another tree: "There are more oranges this year than in previous years, which is a good sign." My sister keeps shuttling between two trees with a basket, and occasionally throws some oranges into her mouth. The sour and sweet taste made her squint.
The sunset slowly sets in the distance, and the sunset glow is reflected in the water waves, like a faded silk. The leaves of taro by the river have begun to turn yellow, but they dare not live up to this beautiful season and are still slim. In a short time, grandma hoed a basket of hairy taro, and her dark face was filled with the joy of harvest: "The number of taro in the market is the largest in my family, and it is robbed by customers in a short time every day." In the bean field, beans and vines covered with pods are at a loss, supporting each other like twisted twists. Grandpa picked oranges and soon pulled back a big push of pods. Everyone was laughing while picking pods, and a burst of laughter was taken to the distant sky by the geese.
Looking at the busy and rickety back of my elderly grandparents, my heart is shocked. Although they have entered the autumn of life, they are still agile, energetic and tireless. They are the soul and the most beautiful scenery in autumn.
I remember when I was a child, in early spring, my father would take my brother and sister for a spring outing in the wild. Stepping on a narrow field path, there are ridges of cultivated land and ridges of crops on both sides. Climbing on the bamboo frame is the growth of peas, lying on the ground is round broccoli, and Huang Cancan is rape. The breeze is blowing, and the wind is filled with the rich aroma of green garlic and coriander.
At the edge of the ridge, the water in the storage channel flows slowly. When you look down, you will find tadpoles swimming happily in the water. My brother and I couldn't help holding a bucket of water in our hands. When you are lucky, a bucket of water can catch two or three tadpoles. We were very excited, crying and screaming to see who caught more tadpoles. Although the tadpoles caught will eventually be put back into the water, my brother and I still enjoyed it until our father, who was watching, repeatedly urged us to leave.
On the ridge of the field, unknown grass is scrambling to emerge new green, and people walk on it, soft under their feet, and a fresh smell of grass is coming. After people passed by, the trampled grass still looked up and smiled at the spring breeze.
Across the field, a mountain appeared in front of me. Peach blossoms have been planted from the foot of the mountain to the middle of the mountain, and the flowers are in full bloom. Looking around, the pink on the hillside reminds people of Tao Yuanming's Peach Blossom Garden, a dreamlike fairyland. The rich fragrance of peach blossoms attracts hardworking bees and beautiful butterflies, and the sight of bees flying butterflies adds vitality to spring.
Spring in the south is always accompanied by drizzle, either as light as goose feathers or as catkins. At this time, the village disappeared in the misty rain. "Clouds are dark with rain, and streams are foggy." This is a portrayal of the countryside in the drizzle. The scene of "green bamboo hat, green hemp fiber, no need to return to the oblique wind and drizzle" has become my childhood memory. Rain gear with modern characteristics has already entered the homes of ordinary people in rural areas. Some time ago, in the town museum, I was delighted to see the ancient bamboo and hemp fibers, and a feeling of nostalgia came to me.
After the first spring rain, the winter killed by Xiao drifted away and everything began to recover. "In Huangmei season, frogs are everywhere in the grass pond." When frogs are everywhere, the days in the countryside are lively again.
Now, my brother and I have left the countryside and are in a busy metropolis. Sometimes we take our father to live in the city, but in a few days, he is anxious to return to China and doesn't want to stay long. In his mind, that beautiful and quiet village is his eternal root.
Prose related to borrowing scenery to express emotion (4) Autumn is the harvest season. Soybeans, corn and sorghum are all ripe, and I am so tired that I bend over.
The autumn sky is very high, as if Pangu is still propping up heaven and earth; The sky is so blue, just like a painter painting blue paint in the sky.
The leaves of poplar are a little yellow. When the autumn wind blows, poplar wobbles, as if it were old and unstable.
The crops are happy, because they all bear fruit, and they are all saying, "Look, how big my fruit is, and I can rank first among the crops!" " ""You see, my fruit is not worse than yours. "The crops bear rich fruits and leave the sweetness to people, but they gradually turn yellow and get old.
In the campus lawn, grass sneaks out, just like putting a green military uniform on the earth; The beautiful teaching building whispered to me, "I will shelter you from the wind and rain, so you should study hard." The surrounding scenery seems to say to me, "We all have achievements. Is there? " ? Let's race! "
Only Miss Liu bowed her head and said nothing. She was very sad. Crops comforted her one after another: "Although you have no fruit, your figure is very beautiful, which brings beauty to people." Miss Liu finally smiled.
Autumn is so beautiful, I love autumn!
Autumn is coming, the weather is getting colder and colder, and the leaves turn yellow. As soon as the wind blows, chunks of leaves fall from the trees, and the ground is covered with dead leaves, making it "quack".
Sound. There is a lot of rain in autumn, and it is always dripping, so we can't go anywhere. However, the air has become fresh, no longer dry, and once the rain stops, the autumn is crisp and beautiful. Autumn is the harvest season, and there are many fruits. Huang Chengcheng has red apples, sweet pears, sweet and sour oranges and bananas. I like bananas best. I can eat a banana in three bites. I like this fruity autumn.
Stepping on the path leading to the field, there was a cool west wind blowing head-on, and the leaves danced like fairy flowers. The fallen leaves on the ground are like naughty children running, rolling and rolling. Persimmon trees on the roadside are covered with red lanterns. They are close in groups of three and five. The field in autumn is represented by endless ears of rice. From a distance, the ears of rice look like a golden ocean. A breeze is blowing, and the waves in the fields are rolling, which is very charming! The ear of rice was bent by the heavy fruit, shaking its little head as if thinking something.
Walking into the field is like being in a golden ocean. Under the sunlight, it sparkles, and heaven and earth are integrated, and it is golden everywhere. Rice is growing well. Each ear of rice has more than 80 grains, and each grain is full of a big belly that is about to burst. Its stem is thin, but tough. Although it has been bent, it never lies down. Its roots, like eagle's claws, cling to the earth, regardless of wind and rain, without moving at all. Look, the old man over there is harvesting crops. He waved his sickle skillfully. After a period of time, the airtight rice fields are cut several times, which seems to be a golden road leading to happiness. People in the distant grain fields are also busy. ...