Go forward and touch it gently, and you can see the clear veins of the leaves. A soft and comfortable feeling flows between your fingers, like a child's tender cheek.
Look at the leaves beside you. Some of them are not fully stretched and rolled together, and the top is reddish brown, like a shy girl. Osmanthus fragrans has withered here, and there are no friends who stop to watch in this small plant world at home, and there is no faint fragrance.
That's it, the rubber tree that accompanied me for ten years. It is so humble that it can't even compare with a nameless flower.
But it is still growing. Under the cruel and broken wounds, one piece, two pieces ... a touch of new green is quietly emerging, and they compete with each other, bringing people a new breath. "I have regained the hope of life!" They are laughing.
"I have regained my vitality!" They shouted excitedly. Gently stroking the slender but tall branches with your hands, a feeling of vicissitudes of life and sincere admiration arises spontaneously.
I stared at this humble rubber tree silently, feeling that it is not just an ordinary plant, but an eternal spirit. That touch of new green, like a gurgling stream, flows into my heart.
It took away all my troubles and unhappiness, and also took away the heavy burden that has been pressing on my heart. What left me was a kind of joy and encouragement to regain confidence.
I can't help thinking that ten years ago, it first came to our house and grew up with me. It watched me grow, and I forged a deep friendship with it. But a few months ago, I was beheaded. I once thought with regret, perhaps, it will never be as prosperous as before! Seeing that it has finally sprouted and is full of vitality, my heart is full of joy, and that touch of new green is slowly flowing in my heart.
Flowers and people will encounter all kinds of setbacks, but the long river of life is endless. I touched the cheek-soft leaves again. It rises slightly and is growing sturdily.
What brings me is the motivation to move forward. I meditated for a long time, lowered my head and continued to complete the arduous learning task. In this unpredictable ocean, I seem to be driving a boat and starting to explore knowledge.
2. Imitate "Wisteria Falls" and write an article of more than 600 words, original autumn dusk.
A wisp of floating red leans against the sky for a long time, and seems to miss this colorful and helpless world of mortals. Since ancient times, every autumn has been sad and lonely.
Now, autumn has come again. Looking back suddenly, I find that this is the third autumn after my beloved grandfather died. Over the years, whenever I think of the little things I got along with him as a child, tears will flow down disobediently.
I still remember the day when grandpa left, and the holy gardenias fell all over the earth. I fell in love with gardenia for no reason. I fell in love with its fragrance, its purity, its melancholy ... melancholy? Melancholy! Before, melancholy was so far away from me.
After grandpa left, I suddenly found a veil-like melancholy hanging over me, just like a banana after autumn rain and dusk. Maybe sometimes I smile, but I can't hide my sadness.
In my mind, my grandfather called gardenia a bosom friend. He once warned me earnestly: Be like this gardenia, don't covet colorful things that don't belong to you, just silently dedicate your fragrance.
At that time, the ignorant little boy couldn't understand the true meaning of this sentence, but today, when I read this motto of life, grandpa left me irrevocably, left his lifelong education career and left his best friend Gardenia. That year, my grandfather suddenly fell ill in bed, and it was a cancer that was extremely difficult to treat.
Seeing him lying in bed in pain, I'd rather be me! I thought of gardenia, but it was the season when gardenia withered, and I racked my brains but could do nothing. Helpless! Grandpa still can't see the pain of his good friend. What should I do? I ran to the yard and picked up the petals fluttering in the wind one by one.
It seems that only glue can restore them to their original appearance. I think my grandfather will be very pleased to see gardenia, and his illness may get better.
That morning, I meticulously did this boring job, and finally finished these "gardenias" in the afternoon. I held them carefully and dedicated them to my grandfather.
Sure enough, grandpa was very pleased, and then there was a trace of melancholy in his eyes. Slowly, my grandfather cried like a child. When I asked him why, he shook his head, but didn't answer-did he see through my trick? I told a lie, a beautiful lie.
I was very happy that day and gave my painful grandfather a little comfort. But now that I think about it, I regret it again. I made my grandfather, a strong man all his life, shed tears in his twilight years, and my conscience was greatly condemned.
I thought I made this lie seamlessly, but not long after, my grandfather suddenly called me to his bed and said to me, "Good grandson, shouldn't the gardenias be in bloom at this time?" I blushed, and he saw through my lies! He went on to say, "I'm glad you can do it. Even a lie is beautiful. I have to thank you! " "Late that night, my grandfather left sadly. I didn't cry, but my heart ached. Those "gardenias" were placed in front of my grandfather's coffin and accompanied him through the journey of life.
He is very happy, and so is his grandfather. This lie has been lingering in my mind for a long time. Maybe it will be eternal in my heart.
When autumn comes, I learn to enjoy loneliness. When I am lonely, I always think of my grandfather, that lie and those gardenias ... not original, hoping to help the beauty of epiphyllum. Not long ago, a pot of epiphyllum I took good care of died on a business trip.
I went back to my room and stroked the dead leaves, which really hurt. Its withered branches and leaves have lost the breath of life.
Suddenly, it seemed to be alive and touched me back. I'm so excited, it's still alive! But then I didn't feel anything. It seems that this is just a fluke. It really seems to have left the land I cultivated for it. Its soul only comes back at the moment I touch it, soothing my sad heart.
We have been together for several months, and it left quietly without saying goodbye to me. I am so distressed. I remember taking it home.
It was a big flower market, and I paced in the crowded flower room. People who know and don't know greet each other here with their eyes, perhaps because they are taught by creatures from another world. They are kind and calm.
I was dazzled by colorful flowers, green leaves and thick stems, and I was a little absent-minded I don't know what flowers or grass I want to pick home, so I decided to just look. Epiphyllum! In a man-made land, an epiphyllum grows exceptionally luxuriantly, and a youthful green and vitality covers me.
I stopped, squatted down and gently rubbed the dripping green with my hand. I chose one, and the florist put it in a white plastic flowerpot with soil under it. He told me to take good care of it and watched me leave happily, as if he had married his daughter instead of selling flowers.
Nature is a good love. I changed the soil again-a black soil in a rice field not far away, and replaced it with a porcelain basin that is much bigger and more beautiful than the current flowerpot. I carefully shook off the soil wrapped in the roots and planted it in a new basin. It began to grow in my home.
Watching it after work and talking to it (I call caressing its leaves talking) have become my daily compulsory course, and I have almost formed a habit. If you neglect because you are busy one day and feel that you have done something wrong, you must make up for it twice the next day. Maybe it's my careful care and attention. It really gives me face. It looks very nice.
1 One morning, I was wandering on the Internet, as if I heard a very light voice. I turned my head and looked at it. I was shocked: my epiphyllum blossomed! I am so excited. I have only heard people say how epiphyllum blooms, but I have never seen it with my own eyes.
How many times I hope that one day my epiphyllum will bloom in front of me. Inadvertently, the epiphyllum bloomed in front of me, and the bright flowers bloomed brilliantly for me.
I was so excited and full of joy that I held it in my hand, as if I held my beloved in my arms and enjoyed the beauty and exquisiteness. Second.
3. Imitation of Wisteria Waterfall Composition 850 words-Imitation of "Waterfall" I have never seen magnolia, but I smell magnolia fragrance first, as if the thin spring rain moistens everything, and like a spring breeze passing over my cheeks.
Turn around and look around, ah! I saw a magnolia tree! This scene can't compare. White clouds are floating in the blue sky. Approaching the magnolia tree and looking up, it's so beautiful, a wall of white marble! From time to time, a gust of wind blows it like a boat, like a butterfly, like a swallow.
(Dad: Today, when children are doing Chinese exercises, there is a sentence "Waterfall" that imitates the second lesson of the third grade next semester. It comes from time to time and blows like smoke, fog and dust. Let the children go to the yard to see the magnolia or weeping willows on the roadside. They chose magnolia because they didn't want to run away. After watching it for a while, they came back and said to me, "Falling petals are like boats, butterflies and birds-"like boats, butterflies and birds ",which is not easy to read. After the explanation, they changed it to "like sails, like butterflies, like swallows".
I think it's good. I suggested that he imitate the waterfall. First guide the children to analyze the original text: I haven't seen the waterfall yet/I heard the sound of the waterfall first/it seems that a small waterfall is rushing ashore-I have to ask the sound before I can see people; The mountain road suddenly turned/ah! I saw the whole waterfall/this scene is unparalleled/a thousand feet of green hills are lined with silver-write a panoramic view again; Standing at the foot of the waterfall, looking up/how great, a pearl screen/a gust of wind from time to time/blowing it like smoke, fog and dust-it feels like approaching.
Tell your children that the whole article is that you are traveling in the mountains, crawling, suddenly hearing the sound of a waterfall, turning forward, seeing the waterfall, and then going under the waterfall to see the waterfall and take pictures. So it is ok to write magnolia. You can smell the fragrance in the yard first, then look for it, take a closer look and see the falling petals. You can shake the tree. )
Looking forward to, looking forward to, the hot summer has finally passed, and the footsteps of autumn are approaching. Autumn is crisp and the sky is high and the clouds are light. The fruit is ripe, the cricket sounds, and the weather is cool. Grass has not completely disappeared from the earth, but it is still green. In the garden and fields. Turn a few somersaults, pick up some fallen fruits and throw them at each other. Let's see who throws them farther and more accurately. The air is cool, the grass is lush, and osmanthus trees, maple trees and evergreen trees, with their lush and profound style and distinctive temperament, show their elegant demeanor, golden yellow, agate red and emerald green, just like the paintings carefully drawn by the painter. Birds are busy migrating, so are ants. "Falling red is not heartless. Turning into spring mud will protect flowers!" Yes, it will turn into spring mud to nourish the earth and not be attached to the prosperity of the branches. Autumn rain falls on red leaves, yellow leaves and yellow-green mixed colored leaves. Luxurious maple leaves, exquisite evergreen leaves, ordinary plane leaves ... they become more beautiful under the baptism of autumn rain. The fruit on the tree is maturing, and the fruit farmers in the field are busier. Workers, students, children and the elderly all came out to enjoy the beautiful scenery. Collect specimens and do their own work. "A hard work, a harvest", hard work, in exchange for harvest, full of joy. Autumn is like the god of color, which makes the colors of plants gradually thicken. Autumn is like the god of harvest, bringing people countless fruits. On the way to school, people come and go, but no one seems to notice that the branches on both sides of the road have quietly dyed green. Trees and grass rustle as if welcoming the arrival of spring. Spring dances beautifully. Flowers open their eyes, wake up from their deep sleep in winter and report the arrival of spring to people who are a little unwilling to be woken up. Spring is singing beautiful songs, the wind is blowing gently, and raindrops are falling in response, but it seems to complain that spring is late. The grass crushed by winter snow in spring is full of vitality at once, and the yellow-pointed grass suddenly becomes so green. Spring passes through the flowers, and suddenly, the branches and the ground become colorful: look up at the elegant cherry blossoms, blooming in the wind, forming a "cherry rain", and then look at the noble camellia, hanging high on the branches, which makes people feel unattainable, and the elegant kapok. There are lovely red pompoms, beautiful azaleas, special hibiscus flowers, dazzling geraniums and enchanting periwinkles in the grass, and everything. Spring has passed through the Woods, graceful willows have raised their long hair, and tall and straight buttonwood trees have stood up. Spring has passed through the bird forest, and the birds are singing in high spirits at once. Spring crossed the river and the plane tree stood up. Willow gently stroked the river and looked like a green curtain from a distance. The clear river reflects the blue sky and becomes an elegant blue ribbon; The reflection of green trees turned into jasper. When the breeze blows, there are layers of microwaves on the river. The towering green hills and pavilions along the river are bathed in golden sunshine. Sunlight shines on the earth and the river through the cracks in the branches. This is spring, which brings us sunshine and joy. Have you noticed the arrival of spring? Autumn, like the god of joy, brings people.
I can't help but stop writing an essay imitating Wisteria Falls.
I have never seen it so tenacious in my life, only a touch of new green, dotted with a color of life on the weather-beaten branches. It is not obvious, let alone striking, but in my mind, he shines in the sun. Go forward and touch it gently, and you can see the clear veins of the leaves. A soft and comfortable feeling flows between your fingers, like a child's tender cheek. Look at the leaves beside them. Some are not fully stretched and rolled together, and the top is reddish brown, like a shy little girl.
Osmanthus fragrans has withered here, and there are no friends who stop to watch in this small plant world at home, and there is no faint fragrance. That's it, the rubber tree that accompanied me for ten years. It is so humble that it can't even compare with a nameless flower. But it is still growing. Under the cruel and broken wounds, one piece, two pieces ... a touch of new green is quietly emerging, and they compete with each other, bringing people a new breath.
"I have regained the hope of life!" They are laughing.
"I have regained my vitality!" They shouted excitedly.
I can't help thinking that ten years ago, it first came to our house and grew up with me. It watched me grow, and I forged a deep friendship with it. But a few months ago, I was beheaded. I once thought with regret, perhaps, it will never be as prosperous as before!
Seeing that it has finally sprouted and is full of vitality, my heart is full of joy, and that touch of new green is slowly flowing in my heart.
Flowers and people will encounter all kinds of setbacks, but the long river of life is endless. I touched the cheek-soft leaves again. It rises slightly and is growing sturdily. What brings me is the motivation to move forward. Meditation for a long time, lower the head, I unconsciously accelerated the pace.
6. Imitate the composition grass of Wisteria Falls. Although ordinary and small, it has indomitable vitality; Although not beautiful, it has strong vitality; All this is the power of longing for life! Grass, regardless of lightning, regardless of storm, regardless of cold and heat, is not afraid. All this is the power of faith. The grass is eager for life and survival, so it stands up again! I walked along the path, looking at the green grass on the roadside, lost in thought ... Perhaps, many people regard grass as a symbol of weakness and think that their short bodies can't stand a little wind and rain. But I don't think so, because in my eyes, grass is so tenacious and full of vitality, and the most important thing is their own vitality and spirit! As soon as spring comes, the grass opens its dim eyes and rushes out of the ground to share the joy and warmth brought by the spring girl with people. They are scattered all over the earth, laying a green carpet for the "Mother Earth" who raised them ... This combination of thousands of grasses in Qian Qian makes people see the greatness of life. Of course, the respect of the grass is not only here. They still shine with a bright spot-indomitable spirit. Although grass is not as tall and straight as towering trees, nor as bright red and beautiful as flowers, their spirit is enough to overwhelm all this, which makes people re-recognize and marvel. In the storm, tall and straight trees were uprooted and colorful flowers were destroyed, but the grass won with a force stronger than material strength ... After the storm, all the flowers and trees changed, and only the grass still stood there with its head held high, enjoying the sunshine after the rain ... Because of this, they were worthy of the great poet's "wildfire never completely burned them, and they were tall again in the spring breeze". I think: in the long journey of life, everyone will encounter bumps and bumps. As long as we have the spirit of grass, the clouds of despair will eventually disperse and hope.
7. Write a landscape composition imitating Wisteria Falls. You should express your will by holding things and borrowing scenery. Rain is the lightest thing in the world. It can't knock down heavy reinforced concrete buildings. Waffle houses are different. The raindrops tinkled on them and immediately made a pleasant sound. People who live in huts are blessed to be close to nature in the rain. When it rains suddenly, the sound is very generous. The voice is also weak, and it seeps into your heart gently, like the breeze in your ear in warm spring. Tiles seem to be specially laid for rain. They play dutifully, and the hearts of those who listen to the rain will overflow with endless affection. People like to sit quietly and listen to the rain when their hearts are full of nostalgia and gratitude. The old man has the ambition of "lying at night listening to the wind and rain, dreaming of an iron horse glacier". Dying beauty has the bitterness of "raindrops brighten yellow leaves and lights illuminate my bald head"; Acacia lovers have the vision of "the phoenix tree is raining, and it will drop at dusk"; Affectionate poets have the daydream that "the small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the bright lane sells apricot flowers". Rain has become an angel for people to decorate their feelings and place their wishes. In their spare time, they are lucky enough to go back to the place where they once listened to the rain. It was a light rain that day, and I heard the familiar and unfamiliar sound of rain. In the mist, the sound of rain reveals a strange mood that I haven't communicated for a long time. It refused me thousands of miles away. Show me. However, I can feel the breath of its existence from the deepest part of consciousness. There is a sense of carefree waking from a dream and a sense of vicissitudes after confusion. Oh, what I met in the rain was myself who had left time and space. It told me everything before. I hesitated and asked myself: Who am I? Still the old me? There is a saying: "Young people listen to the rain on the balcony, and the red candle is faint. In the prime of life, listening to the boat and rain, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind. " Different life situations make them feel different. However, listening to the rain is listening to the dialogue of the soul, listening to the truth and listening to the flow of time. In addition to the echoes of the years, it is still the hardships of the past.
8. Imitate Wisteria Falls and write a composition about sunflowers of not less than 550 words. There are thousands of flowers in the world, colorful and dazzling. Others like lilies and roses, but my favorite flower is sunflower. However, sunflowers also have their beauty. Sunflowers are bright, bright, beautiful, enthusiastic, full and stubborn. Very common. But its beauty is often hidden in its ordinary and ordinary. Flowers blooming in the sun are as bright as the sun, and their colors are full of the flavor of the sun. So it doesn't matter whether it's raining or cloudy. I don't look up, I know you are shining. I have seen sunflowers since I was a child. Their leaves are green. Look at their eyes-like seeds, like black pearls, bees are flying freely in the sky. Some melon seeds come out with their heads down, as if they were too ashamed to lift their heads. Rows of sunflowers protect the grass in the sun like little giants. Sunflower is also called sunflower, because its disk always faces the sun, and sunflower is like the younger brother of the sun, so it has the reputation of "sunflower". Sunflowers are like mothers, and the sun is like children. Mothers are always defined as child-centered. Once the mother loses that center, she loses the purpose and direction of rotation. Therefore, we must strive to do a good job in that center so that mothers will not be disappointed and will no longer lose their way. Why does sunflower turn to the sun? I found a valid answer. The phenomenon that sunflowers follow the sun proves the phototropism of plants. Most plants are characterized by phototropic growth. Phototropism can make the stems and leaves of plants in the most suitable position for using light energy, because plants receive enough sunlight to carry out photosynthesis better. These sunflowers greet the sunrise every day! In fact, although sunflower is small, it hides deep love for the sun.