I am a rosy cloud, and the Weaver Girl accidentally threw me into the mortal world, so Shan Ye Plain regarded me as the lace of their new clothes.
I am a sad tear, falling from the lonely beauty's eyes in Guanghan Palace, so the cold night wind took me over the mountains and shed a beautiful dream like Chang 'e.
I used my weak body against the hard rock, and he tore my skin mercilessly, while the storm grinned grimly; I withered, the seeds of life were stored in the soil, but I was full of vitality, looking at the vast world with burning eyes.
When the beautiful butterfly's lips brushed my cheek for the first time, the sweet world made me sing; When the last storm left me black and blue, when I carefully brought back the last sunshine. Finally, my beautiful cheeks began to wrinkle and dark yellow, and my straight torso began to curl; I stroked my scar and smelled the fragrance of the sun. The same is true of life: it begins with longing and ends with silent memories.
No one knows where I came from, even after I disappeared. The blue sky vaguely remembers my graceful dancing with the green grass and singing with the clouds.
When no one is around, I silently count my sorrows and scatter them on the grass tips, waiting for the morning wind to take them away.
I am a poem of the earth, a whisper of the night and a dance of the sun. What a cool life this is: this is a poem of the land of life, a painful whisper at night, and a dance of successful sunshine.
2. What's the praise for the middle school students' composition? What's the title of the song? For example, Song of Tree, Song of Flower Tree Yao Yao Ming 123 original.
Overhead is the vast galaxy, and at the foot is fertile land. The mountains receded from me. I flew to the distant Central Plains with a faint glow, looking for his trace.
I can't help but think of our agreement. If there is an afterlife, we will meet! Today, a vague signal told me that he was there, waiting for me.
The dawn of the East, like a thousand golden needles, showed me the way. The bird landed on my shoulder, sang against the morning light and flew to the distant Central Plains and the place where he grew up.
The sun lit up the earth, but I didn't see him. A big pit pierced my fragile optic nerve. Where is he? Can I see him again? When I came to the pit, the fresh air left in the pit was refreshing. Not only reminds me of the time with him, who is he? Why do I care so much? -He is a century-old camphor tree.
At that time, sitting under an old tree, I couldn't help thinking, touching his rough body was like touching my father's vicissitudes. This feeling is no different. Breeze blowing, branches across my face, with a faint fragrance, just like my mother's touch. My parents, like this ancient tree, are always by my side and in my heart.
The old tree stands alone in the sky. I stood under it and watched it grow inch by inch until its branches and leaves disappeared into the clouds. Suddenly, dark clouds fell from the sky, the earth roared, thunder and lightning, and the rain poured down, but I was not alone. Looking up, it was an old tree that sheltered me from the wind and rain. I don't know when the wind and rain receded, leaving stars all over the sky. He and I look up at the starry sky, and there are countless truths waiting for us to discover. I am immersed in the starry sky with the ancient trees.
Good memories always have an end. Looking at the tree pit, it seems that there are 10,000 steel needles stuck in my heart. Uncle Gu, where are you? Is it a city? Or the vast mountains and forests?
When I recall, the scenery around me is also changing quietly. Brother Gu Shu is standing beside me again. The scenery is the pastoral scenery of the Central Plains forty years ago. Quiet, peaceful and beautiful. Behind the village are endless mountains, painted green. That's the color of life. The stream in front of the village is crystal clear, and its source comes from endless mountains. In the square in the middle of the village, Brother Shu is looking down at the sky. Under the tree are old people enjoying the cool and children playing, and the top of the tree is a paradise for birds. The fragrance of camphor tree flowers on the branches is intoxicating. This fragrance pervades this small mountain village and the sky.
Time flies. Twenty years ago, factories and warehouses occupied here, and the dirt roads in the village became cement roads and asphalt roads. The forest collapsed in a large area, leaving only a little green in the mountains, trying to cover up the dazzling khaki. The waste water from the chemical plant makes this clear river unacceptable. People finally left the village where they lived for generations and left the devastated place. However, Brother Shu failed to escape this bad luck. Shortly after all this started, several tree dealers came to the village, regardless of the opposition of the villagers, uprooted the tree elder brother and took it away. Only one sentence was left: "Shipped to Jiangsu and Zhejiang."
The lingering fragrance in the pit took me to the place where Brother Shu lives now. In the corner of the city, brother Shu refused to accept it that year, and the fragrance died. The tall buildings in the distance are in sharp contrast with Brother Shu. Brother Shu shook his body gently, as if telling, crying and sighing. I read his mind, and he wants to return to this country and the place where he lived for a hundred years! But there is nothing I can do, I can only pat his thick body helplessly. At this time, a branch of the elder brother of the tree bent down, and the leaves on the branch had no fragrance, only endless yellow. But a string of bright fruit hangs down and falls on my palm. That is the fruit he condensed with his life! He asked me to send this bunch of fruit back to that village, where it will take root and sprout, and make him reborn.
The wind lifted me up again and sent me to the hometown of the ancient tree. I sow by the clear spring. When I finished all this, I seemed to hear Brother Shu's laughter. His voice contains relief and longing for a new life.
3. The sixth grade imitates the song of the tree and imitates the song of the tree.
Eucalyptus is tall and maple is red.
Banyan trees grow tall and strong.
Ginkgo orchards are yellow and smelly.
Pine leaves are like thorns.
Baobab trees are like pillars,
Green radish wears green clothes all year round.
Poplar grows straight and tall,
Jingui flowers are floating.
Palm leaves are like cattail fans,
The leaves of cypress trees are like needles.
Imitate clapping songs
You shoot one, I shoot one.
The animal world is very novel.
You shoot two, I shoot two.
The oriole and the lark are singing.
You shoot three, I shoot three,
Peacock golden pheasant is really beautiful.
You shoot four, I shoot four,
The goshawk hunts in the sky.
You clap five, I clap five,
The pandas in the bamboo forest eat well.
You shoot six, I shoot six,
There are poisonous snakes deep in the jungle.
You clap seven, I clap seven,
The geese in the sky are traveling.
You shoot eight, I shoot eight,
Small animals have homes.
You shoot nine, I shoot nine,
People have been with animals for a long time.
You shoot ten, I shoot ten,
Caring for animals is no small matter.
4. The parody in the fourth paragraph of Song of Flowers. The parody in the fourth paragraph of Song of Flowers.
I am a flying petal,
Sister Chang 'e threw me from the sky,
So, nature asked me to decorate the moonlight.
I am a cloud in the sky,
Falling from the white beard of heaven,
So, little ants stole me,
See the whole world with your flying sky.
I cried
People are having a good time,
I fell,
The animals held their heads high,
Take it back,
Touch a ball.
The earth and the sky are a pair,
I am their ornament.
This is dangerous. Let me lift it.
That man is in trouble. I'll help.
I fell from the clouds.
Through the mountains.
Once you meet your partner,
I'll say hello to it.
I am the sigh of the gods,
These are the tears of white clouds
Is the pride of the earth.
I am a piece of gauze as thin as a cicada's wing. God spread me to the world, so the four seasons took me to make new clothes for nature.
I was a stream of thoughts from Athena, so people took me away and added vitality to the world. I am happy and make people feel comfortable; I growled, people were afraid, and people were at a loss. Dandelion and the earth are lovers, and I am a carrier pigeon that conveys love between them: this one is extremely hot in his heart, and I will handle it; I went to comfort the sad man. My roar is a harbinger of a storm. The stillness of the tree symbolizes my departure. The fate of the earthly world is the same: I was born in all things and left silently. I flew over the grassland, and the endless grass in Qian Qian bowed to me. Once I see injustice, I immediately shout, punish those restless people and perpetrators, and let them apologize to me. In silence, I touched my broken heart with gentle hands. Comfort them. I am the aura of heaven and earth, the essence of all things and the masterpiece of nature. This is so similar to love: it is the aura of heaven and earth, the essence of everything and the masterpiece of nature. Song of white clouds, I am the daughter of the ocean and the earth, and Mother Earth married me to the blue sky. The glittering and translucent water drops are my dowry from the father of the sea. In the morning, I turned into a veil-like mist and sent shining dew to Mother Earth. At night, I turned naughty into cool dew and wiped the dust off my skin for my mother who had worked hard all day. In warm spring, I am my mother's air freshener. On a hot summer day, I helped my father send a summer shower to my mother and all her children. When the air is crisp in autumn, it is my saddest time. I snuggle with the blue sky, the sky is high and the clouds are light, which is the best interpretation of our love. In winter, I am a beautiful catkin, floating down from the air like a drunk, and rushing to the warm embrace of my parents with deep affection. I hope that after winter, I can become more pure and flawless beauty in spring again. Life is different. There are four seasons, but things are changeable. Spring rain, autumn frost, summer rain and winter snow are all my gorgeous dances and beautiful songs. This is my life, and I am willing to sing for everything I love over and over again.
6. The example of how to write Song of the Cloud is as follows (extracurricular excerpt):
I am a rosy cloud, and the Weaver Girl accidentally threw me into the mortal world, so Shan Ye Plain regarded me as the lace of their new clothes.
I am a sad tear, falling from the lonely beauty's eyes in Guanghan Palace, so the cold night wind took me over the mountains and shed a beautiful dream like Chang 'e.
I used my weak body against the hard rock, and he tore my skin mercilessly, while the storm grinned grimly; I withered, the seeds of life were stored in the soil, but I was full of vitality, looking at the vast world with burning eyes.
When the beautiful butterfly's lips brushed my cheek for the first time, the sweet world made me sing; When the last storm left me black and blue, when I carefully brought back the last sunshine. Finally, my beautiful cheeks began to wrinkle and dark yellow, and my straight torso began to curl; I stroked my scar and smelled the fragrance of the sun. The same is true of life: it begins with longing and ends with silent memories.
No one knows where I came from, even after I disappeared. The blue sky vaguely remembers my graceful dancing with the green grass and singing with the clouds.
When no one is around, I silently count my sorrows and scatter them on the grass tips, waiting for the morning wind to take them away.
I am a poem of the earth, a whisper of the night and a dance of the sun. What a cool life this is: this is a poem of the land of life, a painful whisper at night, and a dance of successful sunshine.