Prose composition 300 words 1 I love flowers, so I also love flowers. I remember the first time I planted flowers. I have to go to school every day. I have no time to take care of that flower at all. I have to let it grow naturally. Finally, the flowers died, and the first flower planting failed. Isn't it true that you can't keep a flower alive without working? This incident just verified this sentence of Mr. Lao She. Although I failed this time, I will not give up easily, but find out the reason and continue to plant flowers. Flower's emotional prose
The second time, I raised an asparagus tree. Every day, I spend five minutes taking care of it, watering it every two or three days and applying fertilizer once a month. A few days later, asparagus grew several centimeters taller. After that, asparagus grows tall and big, and its thin soft leaves are very beautiful. I thought asparagus wouldn't blossom, but one day, I was surprised to find that small white flowers actually appeared on the shoots of asparagus. I sniffed the faint fragrance carefully with my nose. From that moment on, I knew I had successfully planted flowers this time. However, successfully feeding flowers does not mean that I can stop working and take care of asparagus. In the future, I will take care of it more carefully. Now, this asparagus tree has grown very tall. Because the stem is too long, my father coiled it in the shape of a wreath and let them continue to grow along the ring.
Through this flower cultivation, I understand a truth: you can't just wait for the rabbit and enjoy the success. If you want to gain something, you must make your own efforts. Beijing Shijingshan Liuyi Primary School
When I was a child, I played in the warm spring breeze every year when spring came. But it didn't last long. Spring is only two or three months, and it has passed quickly.
There is spring every year, but once a year, I grow up and my personality will change. Spring has come, I have grown up, I am not a child, and I am not naive.
This makes me feel that spring is different.
Compared with when I was a child, I am mature and won't do whatever I want like a child. I don't have that childlike innocence anymore.
I have an appointment with Spring this year.
Spring has come this year. I am walking on the endless prairie, walking quietly, feeling the joy of spring, listening to the laughter of spring and observing everything in spring.
Spring is the beginning of a year, the season of recovery and the beginning of hope.
Spring! In spring, your arrival brings vitality and indelible hope to all things on the earth!
Prose composition 300 words 3 Qin Daochang, the dead tree reflects the sun.
Xianyang red, heaven asks a sword and six countries rush.
Yao, the snow broke the wind of the yanqin.
Green robe is empty, jade is jade. The solitary stone only looks at the dogwood, and the spring clouds are gone. Make a harp and play the piano at dusk. If I had known the smoke was floating, the lightsaber would be salty.
Fighting for a song and a hat is chivalrous. The ink eyebrow has no front, but the shock wave has rained. The right path is destroyed, why not have vicissitudes in the world!
The string breaks the dream, and the bamboo fragrance enters the moon. The white robe is scattered, and the golden urn smiles at you. Tears of the people, but how can the sword be hidden and buried!
I only listen to soldiers' shadows. Picturesque mountains and rivers, write a few questions with you. The city is trapped, the flag is changed, and the wind is dragging. Thank you in troubled times!
Leaning on a thousand pavilions to pick up the stars and the moon alone, there are traces in the sky. As the soul rests in the dust, the autumn tears are gone. Huang Gong is full of red deficiency.
Comments: This poem "A Hundred Schools of Thought Contend" is bold and original in conception, reasonable in structural arrangement, and the whole poem is unified under the same theme. Language is full of musical beauty and artistic appeal, such as "green robe is empty, jade is jade, scorpion is alfalfa".
This essay is like an invisible and beautiful picture scroll that lingers in front of my eyes: the fragile agate butterfly has to fly more than 3,000 kilometers from Alaska for generations to find a butterfly tree in Monterrey. Because of the protection of butterflies, it is called the butterfly tree in Monterrey.
"Who can see the inexplicable attraction of three thousand miles away? Who can understand the feeling of' finding a tree' flying outside the basket in the Pacific Ocean. " Millions of butterflies fly out of Alaska every year, and less than half of them return. What hurts me is that "a friend who was a sailor on the ship gave me a beautiful agate butterfly, saying that he stopped on their sail and followed them far away." The first thing he does every morning is to look at the butterflies on the sail. On the fifth day, the butterfly disappeared. It fell on the deck and died. I think it's because of fatigue. " How touching!
Butterfly, you make me respect, your courage and strength make me look up, you are so beautiful. "Its wings as thin as paper are like delicate parquet glass on a church window. The middle is orange and light yellow, the edge is black and white, and a dark rib is welded. " Such a beautiful and weak little creature has amazing willpower.
On the Lantern Festival, the weather was fine, and I took my son to Chaoshan to play. I haven't been there for more than ten years, and I found that "Shili Plum Blossom Xiang Xue Hai" has become a veritable name. Fragrant fragrance floats and tourists weave. We climbed high and looked far, had a good time, and met some good friends we hadn't seen for years on the way. It's just that my legs are shaking when I go down the mountain, and I can't help feeling. You may delay, but time will not.
After going out for dinner with my parents in the evening, I am exhausted. I want to go home and have a rest. My son is clamoring to go to the Lantern Festival. "Last year's Lantern Festival, the flower market lights were as bright as day. The moon rose to the willow tree, and he met me at dusk. On January night this year, the moon light is still there. " The midnight snack described by Ouyang Xiu is not much different from today's. This year's Lantern Festival is similar to previous years. "There are thousands of trees in the east wind night. It is even more blowing, and the stars are like rain. " Liveliness is children's business, not mine. Just wake up, the rain hates clouds, and the sky is completely lost during the day. Perhaps Ouyang Xiu experienced such a scene, so he felt that "no one was seen last year, and tears spilled on Man Chun's shirt sleeve".
As soon as the Lantern Festival is over, the flavor of the year is gone, and life returns to its original track. I go to work normally, and those who go to school also start to go to school, but I will still go out late as usual. When you are busy, you will feel more fulfilled, but when you are bored, you will still think about it. The days are monotonous and repetitive. However, life goes on. Fortunately, you can let your thoughts fly here.
Flowers bloom and fall, clouds roll and clouds are comfortable. How many past events "only frown but take it to heart"? The days after the Lantern Festival began in the drizzle. ...
Today, He Laoshi took us to Sakura Street to see the cherry blossoms.
As soon as I arrived at Sakura Street, I saw cherry trees on both sides of the road. There are red, pink and white flowers on the tree, as many as the stars in the sky. The most special cherry tree has green flowers and leaves. If you don't look carefully, you can't tell where flowers are and where leaves are.
Approaching the cherry tree, I saw the bud hanging on the tree like a lantern, as if to illuminate people at night; Half-opened flowers are like shy girls who want to say something but are embarrassed; Completely open cherry blossoms, one after another, clusters, as if the hairpin on the fairy's head fell here, making the mother tree more beautiful.
These are the masterpieces of Spring Breeze Girls. She thinks a color is too monotonous, just like a painter, dyeing cherry blossoms red, pink and green. Finally, because there is no pigment, there are white cherry blossoms like snow.
I really want to become a bird and live here forever, so that I can see such beautiful cherry blossoms every day.
Prose composition 300 words 7 winds, whistling.
The dead leaves on the branches rustled.
Snow, quietly coming.
Snow comes to the world like some little angels, and they fly around in the sky; Hovering and flying in the sky; Joke and play in the sky; Magic in the sky; Sow the seeds of snow in the sky ...
The leaves are frozen, and its sound is not only "sand, sand, sand", but also "ding, ding", which is really like a string of wind chimes.
There are several tall and stout pine trees in our school. After the heavy snow, the trees were covered with ice and covered with a layer of snow as white and soft as goose feathers. If you add some decorations and other things, it may look a bit like a Christmas tree.
From a distance, the campus is white inside and outside, really like a white fairy tale castle.
Looking closely at the campus, the campus is full of vitality. Some students are watching the snow scene, some students are having a snowball fight, and some students are shuttling through the snow, leaving a string of jumping notes. ...
The sun shines through the leaves. The unmelted ice on the leaves, under the irradiation of sunlight, gives off colorful light, so dazzling, so beautiful, so colorful and so radiant.
Although heavy snow brings inconvenience to travel, the scenery under heavy snow is beautiful and brings us endless happiness.
If you can, don't let the flower of love wither in the crystal bottle, don't let the darkness dim the bright spring, don't let black and white look monotonous and helpless, and don't let the soul of choice wander in fear. If you can, you won't let your feelings overflow in willfulness, and you won't ignore your beauty because you turn around at will.
. Don't let waiting be replaced by silent sadness, don't let the watcher walk in silent sighs like a fester, because there is inexplicable sadness in the distant place ... don't control fragile feelings with usual sorrows and joys. If it's just if, none of us can go back to the past and start over. Although we can't change it, we can control the future! From now on, we don't want to be petals falling after vicissitudes of life!
Don't write blank gloom with the paralysis of brilliant red! Don't waste our lost youth! Love, pain, possession and loss! Forget what you can forget and remember what you can't forget! It's hard to love someone, and it's even harder to love or not, isn't it? Because only the people you know best and love best are treasured in your heart! It's not that we don't love, it's just another way! Be kind to yourself and make yourself happy! In this way, we will be happy, we will be happy, and the people we love most will be happy! Even if the appearance is gone, please worship brilliantly with our pure hearts!
Be a man. See you later!
Autumn is not as vigorous as spring, not as passionate as summer, not as bitter as winter, but it has won people's love with its fruitful results.
I like that autumn begins in early autumn. The calmness and vastness of autumn are incomparable with other seasons. Walking on the tree-lined path full of fallen leaves, I like the warmth of leaves floating over my shoulders and falling on my back. This feeling seems very close to nature, because I think the real nature is in my palm. I opened my hand and looked at the raindrops dripping on my palm, but I didn't feel cold. A quiet and natural mood came into being. From a distance, you will see vast fields. Only in autumn can you feel the vast living space and completely relax. The cool autumn wind crossed the fields, blowing up scattered dead leaves, blowing away girls' long hair and boys' hearts.
In my spare time, I like to lie on the big chair in the middle of the yard, put my hands together on my chest, touch my heartbeat and feel my slow breathing. A breeze blew, and I closed my eyes and talked to the wind with my heart. The vast sky is full of stars, and occasionally I can see meteors passing by, but I won't make a wish on it deliberately, because I believe this is the language of nature. I suddenly thought of the famous sentence written by the gifted scholar Wang Bo, "Autumn water * * * sky is one color, sunset glow is lonely in Qi Fei". As long as there is heart, as long as there is love, autumn will quietly tell everything in your ear.
The leaves are still falling, the river is flowing slowly, and I fell asleep under the starlight.
300 words 10 I've been thinking about it for a long time, and my mind has gradually changed from fine to simple, and I think China traditional literati is no exception. They all operate a pair of pen and ink, writing a unique brush in the world. Whether they are butchers, butchers or dressed in cloth, chivalrous and bold, or greedy,
Whether it is magnificent or greasy, there is always this pair of pen and ink.
The pen is a bamboo pen and the ink is cigarette glue. Grind a thick inkstone, lick it with a pen, and write paper full of black hieroglyphs. This is the basic life style of China literati, and it is also the technical means of China culture. In that case, why don't we just be lazy and play with this pen and this ink first?
All spiritual cultures need material carriers. The May 4th New Culture Movement encountered a carrier transformation, that is, using vernacular Chinese instead of classical Chinese; There is also a more primitive material basis for this change, that is, replacing the "writing brush culture" with "writing brush culture". The May 4th soldiers themselves used writing brushes, but
They called for writing culture with a brush. Brush and pen can be called culture because they are different.
Involved in a complete world.
As a complete world, the brush culture has now disappeared irretrievably.