Books remind me of things like tea and rice. But I don't remember when it came into my life.
I only remember that whenever I see an oriental book and a western book on my bookshelf, I feel very lost. My intuitive reaction is to immediately go to the bookstore to buy a large bundle of books and put them in the withered bookshelf. When I see that the bookshelf is full and I can't squeeze any more books, my lost heart will be satisfied immediately, my frowning brows will be loosened and a very, very satisfied smile will appear on my face. At that time, I unconsciously reveled in it, blurred my eyes and entered the ocean of books. I can't put down those books with beautiful covers, and I have a silly smile on my face. My father woke me up and I rubbed my eyes, glad that I didn't regard my father as a big book.
Dad looked at the books on the shelf, sighed and said, "Why do you always go back to buy books, but don't read them on the shelf?" I was speechless, and a feeling of dissatisfaction sprouted in my mind. "The most important thing about a book is its inner nature. If you don't read it, it loses its value You see it, it will cry! " Dad said, pat me on the shoulder. I don't know when my father walked out of my room My mind is so confused. Is it wrong that I love books? Dad, don't you often buy books? I lay in bed early and didn't eat dinner. My mind was full of my father's words and my dissatisfaction. I cried when I saw the books on the shelf, and some jumped down to say goodbye to me, saying that they wanted to find a new owner and a owner who understood their value. I cried, tears streaming down my face. I suddenly opened my eyes and saw the book still standing quietly on the shelf. I touched them with heartache, thinking of the lights that my father stayed up all night after buying books.
The next day, early in the morning, I read with my book in my arms. Unexpectedly, as soon as I read it, I was attracted by the articles and stories and felt like a character in the book. Huh? What, an earthquake? I looked up, and it was my father who grabbed my shoulder and shook it back and forth. Dad smiled and said, "Breakfast!"
I looked back at the books on the shelf, and they all seemed to have a bright smile.
Music intoxicates me.
In the quiet night, I stood at the window, put my mood in the cool breeze, and let the stars shine on my hazy memory. I put on my headphones and press the "play" button to listen to my favorite music. This night gives people an atmosphere of thinking, and this music gives people a dream-like tenderness. I close my eyes, and all my troubles are blowing in the wind. Only music makes me daydream: behind my high mountain ridge, it is lovely autumn in my hometown.
In the slow piano prelude, I seemed to open a window. What I saw was a winding mountain road leading to a far, far place. I walked along the mountain road with red maple trees on both sides. Palm-shaped maple leaves fall rhythmically with the continuous long music, one after another. I am completely immersed in this lux world, and I can't help but gently raise my hands and embrace this beautiful world. Walking, a stream passed in front of me. With the sound of "Ding Ding Dong Dong" in the music, the stream flows forward. On the other side, there is a field hut smoking kitchen smoke. A few birds sang freely in the air and sang a song "Autumn Rhyme". Clusters of wild chrysanthemums are smiling at me by the stream, as if to tell me, "Autumn is coming, autumn is coming, welcome to the world of autumn".
As the music reached its climax, I saw that in the fields not far away, the villagers were busy harvesting, and the harvesters were beating again and again, and the music was getting louder and louder. This quiet village is like a container of autumn, which also contains everything, making autumn a wonderful and elegant rural movie. Soon the sun set, and I went back along the original road, and I was lucky to see the autumn in the sunset. In the sunset, everything turned golden. I looked into the distance and finally understood how Du Mu wrote the sentence "Stop and sit in the maple forest late, the frost leaves are red in February flowers". I was deeply intoxicated by the golden autumn of sunset.
Unconsciously, the melodious music is over, but I vaguely feel that it is still going on, and I will never wake up in intoxication by continuing to finish that beautiful and harmonious painting. ...
The rain intoxicated me.
You, always approaching gently and leaving gently. Every time I tread lightly.
I have never witnessed how you approached and how you left. Because everything was so light that I didn't notice it.
Sometimes at night, I will lie on the windowsill and look at you quietly and pour out my heart to you. But every time you don't wait for me to finish, you leave gently and gently. Open the window and make me fresh.
You, always approaching gently and leaving gently. Every time I tread lightly.
In class, I heard someone whisper, "It's raining!" "I knew it was you. And very light. I will squint out of the window and throw myself into the ocean of problems.
When I heard the rustling of leaves outside the window at home, I knew it was you. I will go to the window and look at you with calm eyes. But my heart has long been intoxicated by you.
I think, you are not the tears of angels, nor the water spilled by elves. You are the most beautiful in nature and I am the most intoxicated.
Every time you make me feel elegant, a long-lost coolness.
Vaguely, a bell rang in the rain.
Oh, it is late at night.
The sea intoxicated me.
The vast universe, the reincarnation of everything, nature shows people the charm of flowers, towering trees, towering mountains, flowing water ... and I love the deep blue sea alone, which brings me surprise, sadness, joy and pain. ...
I like the tranquility of the sea. As night falls, I stand alone at the bow of the boat, staring at the sea under the bright moon, so calm and peaceful, looking at the distant sea, and the feeling of "a long smoke is empty, the bright moon is thousands of miles away, and the shadows are heavy" swings in my chest. With open arms, in this quiet world, "relaxed and happy" seems to have everything in this world. The sea makes my heart open, my temperament flamboyant, and the vastness is unparalleled, which makes me deeply embedded in this whole. Time seems to stand still, and everything is wonderful.
I like the surging of the sea. When I studied Yan Lu's Listen to the Tide, my heart also aroused the desire to listen to the Tide. I was fascinated by the vivid description of the loud sound of the sea hitting the rocks. When I stood by and watched the sea, listening to it like a gallop of thousands of horses, and like the sound of the tide played by various musical instruments, my joy was beyond words. At that time, although I lost the feeling of everything in the world, I still loved the passion of the sea. This heroism makes me feel that my life should arouse such a lofty sentiment to face everything and challenges.
I like the power of the sea. "A hundred rivers, tolerance is great." The sea has no choice but to trickle, so it becomes bigger. Everything in the sea comes from her "that". Her vastness, her depth, her infinity and her long history come from her nature. From her temperament, I found love; From her words, I found profound; From her voice, I found kindness; From her, I found perseverance. In her soul, I washed my heart; In her kindness, I learned to be tolerant; In her profundity, I learned to be strong ...
"The trip to the sun and the moon, if unexpected; Xinghan is brilliant, if it is unexpected. " The sea is vast and beautiful. On the sea, although I am just "a sandpiper in the vast world!" I still love her, I love her to swallow the sun and the moon; Because I firmly believe that I have tempered myself in the sea, appreciated the temperament of the sea, and I also have the ability to "swallow the sun and the moon".
This makes me shocked and intoxicated in the sea!
Mingyue Mountain intoxicated me.
Following the gurgling sound of running water, we walked into Mingyue Mountain and visited the Yungu that I missed day and night.
Castle peak. White fog. Bamboo.
We seem to have entered the world of dreams: mountains stand in the fog, and mist fills the air in the mountains. Fog surrounds the mountain, and the mountain depends on fog. Bright or dark, let us fly very high, floating around in the wind, as if turned into fog, playing with partners in the mountains, surrounding tourists, and playing hide-and-seek with tourists. A cool breeze blew, my heart shook and my soul returned to my body. You can't see the peak of the mountain, nor can you find the edge of the fog. Only the moving crowd and the flying colorful flags meandered forward. Each of us has an eager look and the courage to conquer all the peaks.
Bare stones. Running water. Crowd.
Sparse crowds crossed the bare riverbed and the slippery pebbles. With the flowing water, swaying young trees bring infinite vitality to this lonely mountain forest; The laughter that echoed in the valley also brought some noise to the valley.
Jungle. Red flag. Traces.
Colorful banners, flickering faintly in the lush forests, shuttled through the lush bamboo forests, and loud cries and cheerful laughter spread from the front of the team to the back of the team, full of pride, full of hope and full of sustenance. Come closer, come closer ...
Rain in Mao Mao. A cool breeze. waterfall
Finally, we saw a white chain, white and crystal clear, embedded in thick green, hanging above the trees in the mountain stream. The air is filled with white fog ... finally I saw the word "Yungu" engraved on the slate, deeply.
Continue, come to the bottom, thinking seems to be stagnant, this dreamland, this wonderful feeling of wanting to fly and sinking. ...
When the cool breeze makes people aware of a little coolness, they realize that they are bathed in rain and fog-a splashing waterfall. It kissed my face, hair and dusty heart. ...
I raise my camera and freeze this eternal moment, freeze this rare intoxication.
Autumn in my hometown intoxicated me.
Jinqi, Grade 3, Yingchun Middle School, Suzhou City, Jiangsu Province (2)
As the saying goes, "There is heaven above and Suzhou and Hangzhou below." I am very lucky. I grew up in Suzhou, a beautiful and full of aura. My hometown Xishan is a paradise in heaven.
Autumn in my hometown, like a colorful oil painting, unfolds slowly before my eyes. The colors are so bright and the lines are so smooth. And the charm flowing in it, how intoxicated I am.
Autumn in my hometown is the harvest season, look! Large tracts of golden rice, shining yellow in the sun, almost hit my eyes. Under the breeze, heavy ears of rice are like waves, one after another, which is really beautiful. The orange trees all over the mountain are covered with heavy fruits, which bend the branches. Golden oranges are more gorgeous against the green leaves, which makes people drool. I can't wait to have a bite. The specialty of my hometown is not only oranges, but also ginkgo and chestnut, which are very famous at home and abroad.
Autumn in my hometown is a beautiful season. Autumn is crisp and sunny. Standing on the hillside and looking up, it is a blue sky; Looking around, it is a beautiful and exquisite Xishan; Overlooking the foot, there is the endless Taihu Lake, which is really eye-opening and refreshing. The grass on the hillside has withered and yellow, as if to put a golden coat on the mountain; At this time, the red leaves are the most lush. They are full of passion and energy. They seem to be burning, which is really icing on the cake. The winding path is full of golden Ao Shuang autumn chrysanthemums, which adds vitality to this mountain.
The night in my hometown is quiet. Autumn in October, sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance. The bright moon in the sky reminds me of the poem "I miss my relatives twice during the festive season". When I think of many friends who are away from home, I will definitely be like me. Every time I go home, I will take a walk in the country road, touch the curved bridge and kiss the long river. How comfortable it feels!
Ah! Autumn in my hometown is full of fruit fragrance, poetry and deep attachment. How can all this not make me intoxicated!
Instructor: Ge Fang
The article combines scenes, describes distinct images, and uses rhetorical devices such as metaphor and parallelism to write fluently, so that the author's attachment to his hometown is vividly on the paper.
I was intoxicated by the leisurely countryside.
Grandma's hometown is in the rural area of Suzhou, isolated from the world, leaving only lingering local accent, leisurely pastoral water and grandma's "Biluochun" ...
"This is the world of water. Look at the river that runs through this small town, and the people and scenery gradually fade away in the water ... "Listening to Mr. Yu's story about the rural water in this small town, I was distracted, so I came to my grandmother's house for a holiday to feel the tenderness of the rural water!
Summer is here, the sun is shining, I am walking, and suddenly I feel the breeze blowing gently. Is there any water? ! Following the cool breeze, I found a quiet river.
Everything was quiet, and I crept, afraid to break this unique silence. This river is like a cold jade, a fairy mirror or a jasper plate. I was stunned for an instant and didn't know how to decorate it. Of course, the biggest concern is why the sun is so cold. Take a closer look and find the reason. The red sun is in the middle of the river stone, and colorful bands of light are scattered on the water stone, as if intoxicated in the clear water. The light band passes through the layers of hot robes, and finally becomes dots, forming a spiral shape in the gentle waves, as if dancing the eight-character dance of the little bee. ...
A breeze blows gently, and a group of wild ducks leisurely row concentric circles in the water, followed by several dancing dragonflies. Isn't this the scene of "flying leisurely"
People and scenery are really harmonious at this moment. With this inspiration, I will draw a pen, let snacks rain, let thoughts fly to the sky, and let sadness melt into water. I gently wrote the first poem in my life, Merchant of Venice (Oriental Edition).
I don't care that a sunset has spilled into the water. Looking up, I saw a village girl with a long braid washing clothes by the water with a wooden stick. Birds are singing on her head, and Yan whispers in her ear. She gently wiped away the sweat as fragrant as pearls, and the smoke curled up, but I could vaguely see the hazy blue bricks and white tiles. I have no intention of leaving. I wonder if I have been intoxicated with this paradise-like beauty, or am I attached to the angelic Suzhou beauty?
This long country water has intoxicated many generations and nourished many cultures. It's late at night, and the moonlight is like water. I think quietly by the independent water: in this "back garden of China culture", the pastoral water intoxicated Tang Bohu, Jin Shengtan, or a little me. ...