The old man Berman finally died, leaving only his "last masterpiece"-an ivy leaf. Originally, it was neither a leaf nor a painting, but it went far beyond the meaning of leaves and paintings: it cured Johnsy's pneumonia like an imperial doctor and gave her courage and hope to live; It is also like a mirror, reflecting the kind heart of the old Berman and the great spiritual light of self-sacrifice for others.
In the whole novel, the author's description of Berman is not much, and most of them use side contrast. Even the most touching scene of Berman painting leaves is not written, but I can still strongly feel Berman's passionate spirit of self-sacrifice. . I can imagine how the old man showed his artistic talent on the wall in that stormy night, and at the same time gave his life without reservation.
However, Johnsy's recovery depends not only on the leaves painted by Berman, but also on her own strength to overcome the disease. At the moment when Johnsy suffered from pneumonia, why didn't the doctor sentence her to death, not sure if she could be cured, and said, look at herself? Because in this life-and-death struggle, only by building up confidence and working hard can we win. Later, Johnsy really recovered completely. From this I think: everyone will encounter difficulties and setbacks, the key is to see if they have confidence, can face it and overcome it. Johnsy also fell into the trough of disappointment, but encouraged by the last leaf Berman bought with her life, she pulled herself together again until she recovered. She is a winner who has overcome difficulties!
& gt； It's just a short story, with no earth-shattering plot and no flowery rhetoric, but it shocked and educated people with profound ideological connotation. This is the reason why I have seen it again and again, but I always feel that I am still unfinished.
Once upon a time, there was an old tree that made her children wear dark green clothes every summer.
Once, autumn came, and the autumn wind blew slowly and brushed my cheek. It's so cool and gentle! The leaves are slowly turning yellow, and a gust of wind will slowly fall when it blows over the leaves! Ye Zi's children left their mother one after another, and one of them refused to leave after recalling the happy days before. All the other little leaves wandered around happily after leaving their mother, only the little leaf was still crying, although all the other leaves were laughing at it. But Xiao Ye just misses her mother's arms. She wants to be with her mother, even for the last second!
How I hope Xiao Ye can have a happy ending!
3. How to write a good composition for "A fallen leaf" The autumn wind of depression is coming again. The grass is yellow and the leaves are yellow. Under a buttonwood tree full of yellow leaves, sat a girl who was absorbed in painting-Feng. In the flower season of life, like other girls, she has a youthful appearance, but she is not happy. The wind lifted her long hair, and it was a yellow leaf, hovering in the air like a butterfly, and finally landed on the maple leaf painting-a fallen leaf. A drop of glittering and translucent tears fell silently. It happened to fall on the leaves, which also evoked an unforgettable past. ?
A year ago, Feng's father went on a business trip. On his way home from a successful mission, a truck killed him. Soon, Feng's mother fell ill because she couldn't stand the blow, and soon left Feng. Feng became lonely, she became silent, so there were often the above scenes. Feng began to believe that human life can be so fragile, just like a fallen leaf. ?
Feng endured life and fate in this way, but fate did not let her go. She has been doing well in the mid-term exam, but she is at the bottom of the class. Feng couldn't bear it any longer. She left her teachers and classmates, preparing to wander around the world alone, leaving only the painting-a fallen leaf. ?
One night before he left, Feng came under the buttonwood tree again. To her surprise, a familiar figure came into her eyes under the tree. In the dim light, the figure looks very slender and great. It is Feng's class teacher.
He smiled and greeted Feng who walked by unnaturally. The head teacher asked, "Feng, are you leaving us?" A maple nodded hard. "Why?" Maple was speechless, and then there was silence. ?
For a long time, Feng looked up and said, "Teacher, I think life is too fragile. I can't feel the joy of life at all now. I want to travel around the world and forget the pain of the past. " "Is it because of your parents?" Speaking of which, Feng began to choke. She lowered her head and said, "Not really, I feel like …" The class teacher drew a picture from behind: "Like this fallen leaf." A maple was shocked. The head teacher went on to say, "Feng, in fact, you are wrong. You are not the fallen leaf. Although you lost your parents and family, at least you still have teachers and classmates. As long as you like, we won't let you drift in the wind. However, all this requires your will, because your destiny is in your own hands. " They talked for a long time that night. ?
Later, everything was fine. Feng didn't wander around. She stays between the teacher and her classmates. She is happy again, and her grades have come up again. But she still likes to walk under the buttonwood and always remind herself: I am not a leaf floating in the wind, because my fate is in my own hands.
4. Write a composition about leaves (400 words). The weather is very good these days. The sun slowly climbed into the sky from the depths of the hillside, no longer shyly hiding behind the thick clouds as usual. It bid farewell to the gloom and humidity of rainy days. The afternoon sun shines softly on the body like early summer, which makes people feel that it is much easier to take off those thick clothes that belong to cold weather.
When I am free, I go for a walk in the mountains, hoping that the soft sunshine, fresh air and wind energy will sweep away the gloom in the sedentary house on rainy days.
Sit down in a flat place high on the hillside and look around. You can see the surrounding mountains. In the cycle of seasons, nature once again lays red and yellow in the forest.
Autumn in mountainous areas comes late, but it will come after all. Green leaves fade, maple leaves are red and yellow, and late autumn is coming. In late autumn, maple leaves show a season-specific color: crimson, light red, light yellow, cluster after cluster, mountains and forests, trees and trees.
When the wind blows, some maple leaves can't stand swaying and begin to fall off from branches and forests. This is the rustling of fallen leaves.
Pieces of little red staggered down in the sun. Listen to the sound of fallen leaves. I feel beautiful and sad, and I have a little pain in my heart. Beautiful autumn always makes people feel pain. Looking at a fallen leaf from beautiful to desolate, who won't feel a little pain?
In the face of the dyed maple leaves, there are many unspeakable or inexhaustible feelings in my heart. Do you miss the past? Or lament the changes in life? Maybe both, but maybe not all!
Those paths that meander through the forest along the mountain gradually accumulate maple leaves that have not withered. People walk on the road, stepping on the falling maple leaves, as if stepping on the fragments of time. Unconsciously, they will think of going to school in autumn when they were wearing liberation shoes and carrying canvas bags. At that time, they were still young In nostalgia, they subconsciously touched their beards. When they were young,
Since I learned to write, time and time again, year after year, whenever the maple leaves are red, I always hope to express my feelings for the maple leaves completely, but many years have passed, and I have been writing again and again, and I have never been able to describe the beauty of the maple leaves in my inner world about the seasons. Maple leaves are red, red, red. When they disappear, I look at maple leaves season after season.
I often ask myself: Why can't I get rid of nostalgia? After asking, I was at a loss. I couldn't answer, and I didn't just need to answer. The feelings about maple leaves are like a nightmare I can't solve, beautiful but hazy.
I can't get out of the nightmares and thoughts caused by falling leaves season after season. Perhaps there are too many stories and complexes hidden in the fallen leaves. The story belongs to my own growth footprint, and the complex belongs to the romance built on ignorant emotions during my growth.
Another season of maple red, another nostalgia, another year of maple red, and a year of more people.
If I were a leaf, write an article about leaves.
If I were a leaf, I would be the happiest and most beautiful leaf in the world. Birds always like to talk to me when they fly by, and as soon as they talk, they start to nest next to me. Grandpa Sun likes me very much, too. Every morning when Grandpa Sun and the leaves say good morning, I am the first person to say hello to Grandpa Sun.
In spring, when Xifeng ran past me, I was dressed in bright green and singing in my mouth. In summer, we turned green, and Xifeng came again. She took a breath and we rustled. In autumn, Xifeng turned our clothes into golden yellow. Under the sunshine, I became sparkling and beautiful.
In winter, Xifeng becomes much colder. She gently took the hands of her brothers and sisters and said, "Go home, Xiaoye, Mother Tree misses you." I slowly fell back to the roots of the big tree. I had a dream. I had a beautiful dream. Mother Tree has grown taller, and I have grown more beautiful and stronger. In my dream, I said to Mother Tree, "Thank you, Mother Tree, for giving me life and making me so beautiful. I will always be a happy little leaf. " I also said to people, "Let's be friends. Our leaves will give you a green home and fresh air, which will make you healthier and you will be as happy as me. "
6. Write a composition. I am a beautiful leaf. I was born, and the rain dripped on my forehead and stretched out from my mother's arms. Warm spring caresses my soft waist branches, and my green silk-like body is crystal clear. Junyi's swallow exclaimed, "What a beautiful Ye Er!" I smiled, and my shy face gradually burst into laughter, like a floating smoke and a soft Lv Yun.
I have grown up. Before the solstice of summer comes, take off your green silk clothes and put on a robe that is about to drip green. Xia is a strict mother, who regards the hot summer as the examination questions of the earth. But I never stepped back, stood proudly and turned it into milk for my mother. Full of business, she smiled: "son, you are so beautiful." I am content to be baptized by the sun.
I'm mature. The body is full of green. When a sweaty person comes into my world, I will block the heat with my plump body and let him cool down. After feeling refreshed, he occasionally looked up and said with admiration, "Beautiful green angel!" "
I am getting old, and my companions are rustling in the autumn wind. I am still happy-I have sweet memories of spring and summer, and I have the beauty of a yellow skirt fluttering.
I go home by wind. I know that I will always be beautiful-blending into the soil and nourishing another beautiful Ye Er. I seem to see that the spring breeze is blowing and the new leaves are green. ...
7. Imitate a leaf, a leaf (Kaii Higashiyama) I stare at the trees in the yard. No, after reading The Last Leaf by O Henry, I was deeply moved and couldn't help reading it again and again. The general content of this novel is as follows: Johnsy, a girl suffering from pneumonia, takes the ivy leaves on the wall outside the window as her pillar of life. Seeing the leaves falling one by one, she thought of the last one in despair. I'm going too. On the night when the last leaf fell, the kind old painter Berman painted a precious last leaf for Johnsy to resist the wind and rain. The old man Berman finally passed away, leaving only his "last masterpiece"-an ivy leaf. It is neither a leaf nor a painting, but it goes far beyond the meaning of leaves and paintings: it is also like a mirror, reflecting the kind heart and great spirit of self-sacrifice of old Berman. In the whole novel, the author does not describe Berman much, but mostly uses side contrast. I didn't even write the most touching scene of Berman's painting of leaves, but I can still strongly feel Berman's passionate spirit of self-sacrifice. I can imagine how the old man dragged Huang Huang to make up that stormy night. On the wall, he showed his artistic talent that he had never been able to show, and at the same time he devoted his life without reservation. However, it is not enough for Johnsy to recover from the leaves painted by Berman. She also needs to rely on her own strength to overcome the disease. At the moment when Johnsy was suffering from pneumonia, why didn't the doctor sentence her to death, and she was not sure whether she could be cured, but said it was up to her? Because in this life-and-death struggle, only by building up confidence and working hard can we win. Later, Johnsy really recovered completely. From this I think: everyone will encounter difficulties and setbacks. The key is to see if he has confidence, can he face it and overcome it. Johnsy was once depressed, but inspired by the last leaf Berman bought with his life, she cheered up again. It's just a short story, with no earth-shattering plot and no more gorgeous rhetoric, but it shocked people with profound ideological connotation, which is why I read it again and again, but I always feel dissatisfied.
8. Write a composition about autumn leaves. Grab a leaf and write down the last leaf in late autumn.
Winter comes again, autumn goes again, leaves fall, and bid farewell to this beautiful and wonderful world.
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After the fallen leaves in spring and summer, in that warm autumn, it is time to say goodbye to trees, people and this beautiful world. And there are some leaves that don't want to leave this beautiful place too early, so I have been trying to keep myself strong until the real last moment!
Gradually, gradually, we all bid farewell to the sunny summer and walked into the cool autumn together. For a leaf, it also means that it is old, and then it slowly falls, as if reluctant to part with the world, even if it stays for one more second! Finally, it landed and left ... looking at the migratory birds in the sky, it was really helpless. The leaves fell and the familiar birds came back. After a while, I entered the late autumn. There are not many leaves I can see at this time, but there are still one or two strong leaves, which fight against life alone and make me live longer. Yes, this spirit is commendable. As long as it can persist until the last moment, then it is a "hero" and a "king of leaves", and it will write more beautiful chapters for its short life! Unfortunately, according to the law of everything between heaven and earth, no matter how persevering the leaves are, they will always leave the tree that exudes woody fragrance ... Winter is coming, and the last leaf can't hold on, so it falls at a very slow speed, trying to open your eyes to see this beautiful world that once gave it life, so that you can harvest the last bit of beauty and not let yourself lose it! Like other leaves, the last leaf in late autumn has fallen to the ground and will never get up again. This scene seems a little sad, but although it has left this beautiful world, it is still trying to continue its life value. Just from another angle, falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud is more protective!
Life begins with your own tears and ends with others' tears. The time in between is called happiness! Although leaves don't cry when they come in spring; Autumn is gone, no one cries, but it also has "happiness", at least it has a beautiful person!
Yes, we are the same. As long as we can work hard, persist, don't give up easily, go our own way and reach the untouched shore, we will also have our own wonderful life and become the "last leaf in late autumn"!
autumn leave
"I looked at the tree and the tree looked at me. If the sky is blue and the red leaves are like fish, "I recited this short article while walking in the Woods of my hometown." "At this moment, a maple leaf floated to my prose book, and I picked it up and looked at this" autumn leaf "quietly.
I saw this maple leaf burning like a flame and blooming quietly in this autumn season like a flower. The shapes of maple leaves are very different. One leaf is divided into five parts! Like a baby's little hand, delicate, smooth and soft. Its rhizome is very small and not prominent. It's not easy to see Chu clearly! Suddenly, a gust of wind blew away the maple leaf in my hand. "Maple leaves are saying goodbye to me!" You see, it dances in the wind, as if to say, "Goodbye! Friends. " In this way, it slowly drifted away. I couldn't bear to go home, so I continued to look for the footprints of autumn. "ouch! "Somehow, I was stung by something. Looking back, it was a tree. This tree is colorful, so I picked a leaf and looked at it. I see it is half red and half green. It's the middle part, and the color changes gradually. It was painted by the girl in autumn. Red is red, green is bright red, and only Miss Qiu can draw it. It's a bird's little feet, rubbing east and west, and the color is so harmonious; It was Mother Earth who gave birth to this red and green elf. Mother Earth is so proud and great. I held it carefully in my hand for fear of being stung by its jagged horns. In the sun, it is so dazzling. " What leaf is this? "I can't help but ask curiously." This is a serrated leaf, "Dad replied with a smile. After careful observation, I found that this serrated leaf is completely different from the root of maple leaf. The root of serrated leaves is like a letter "S" and the middle is like a letter "L", which separates the leaves in order. I looked at this leaf, and the more I watched it, the more I liked it, as if I had forgotten the "bad things" it had done and immersed myself in this natural Miri, Malaysia. Today, I picked a lot of leaves, and I am very happy, because I kept the autumn.
The autumn leaves that silently sent sunshine and water to the trees withered, adding fertility and nutrition to the soil. I love autumn, and I love this unknown devotee, Ye Ye.
9. Write a 400-word composition with a leaf) During the holiday, my sister and I went to the People's Park to play.
As soon as I entered the People's Park, I felt a cool breeze blowing on my cheeks. Many leaves have fallen in the People's Park. First, I picked up a piece of Ginkgo biloba, which is very small, golden yellow, and some are still green, and the top seems to be inlaid with a gold edge. They are fan-shaped, with small brown spots on a single leaf, straight and long veins, radiating from the root of petiole to the top. Petiole is neither short nor short, very beautiful.
My sister and I walked on, only to see a small maple leaf fluttering in the wind. I picked up one and saw it was red. There are five forks on a leaf and small teeth on the side. It looks sharp. Each bifurcation is quadrangular, and the veins in the middle are very small, and some of them are not clear. Petiole is very long, and I like this beautiful red maple leaf best.
Suddenly, I saw a big tree. It was a walnut tree. Its leaves are oval, the petiole is short, the veins are on both sides, and the leaves are black and bright, which looks bigger than other leaves.
I was about to go out when my sister saw a tree and called, "Sister, look there!" " "When I looked intently, it was a stout French buttonwood. It is a kind of tree that we often see in our life. Its leaves are very irregular in shape, usually divided into four or five small forks, with veins extending in all directions, and the color is mostly reddish brown, which is very beautiful.
Autumn is really a colorful season, I like autumn, and I like autumn leaves more!
10. How to write the composition of "The Story of a Leaf" The first writing method: From the perspective of leaves, an article is formed by the self-report of leaves.
The second way of writing: from the perspective of people, looking at the cycle of leaves, you can write about the leaves all year round, the life of leaves and so on
I am a leaf, a very ordinary leaf. In the eyes of others, I may be an insignificant thing, which can only be picked and torn by playful children at will, or turn yellow and fall with friends in autumn and become mud. But in our world, it is glorious. Everything in the world, the meaning of survival is dedication. I woke up on April 3 and found myself born! Everyone greeted me: "Hello, the 597th leaf, welcome to this world, I hope you will grow up healthily and become a member of our big family!" " "Oh, I am the 597th leaf on the tree this year! I replied to them: "Hello, thank you for your attention. "April 26th. Look! In just two weeks, I have grown from a tender leaf nourished by others to a truly useful leaf that can work normally and nourish the mother tree. I'm so happy! I must try my best to carry out photosynthesis, so that Mother Tree and I can become stronger! June 1 1 Today is the "vigorous growth period" of our leaves, because from today on, we will grow faster and become healthy big leaves earlier. Because the weather is getting hotter and hotter and the days are getting longer and longer, we have more and more time to make nutrients and grow. I must grow the biggest and become one of the most contributing leaves. Because this title is a symbol that you work harder than others. This is one of our most important titles. September 19 now, our mother tree has produced many fruits, and those beautiful and delicious fruits are very popular with human beings. They always come to the forest in small groups to collect their favorite fruits. Now they won't say, "This tree is so dense! "And will say:" This tree has so many fruits, so big! " "Hearing this, I am not sad, but happier, because this is not only the fruit of Mother Tree, but also our fruit. Because without our hard work, Mother Tree could not bear so many fruits. Two weeks ago, my brothers and I turned yellow one after another, and then slowly fell to the ground, ready to cover Mother Tree with a thick blanket to keep out the cold. At the award ceremony three days ago, I was honored to win the honorary title of "the most contributing leaf", so I died without regret. But this is not a real death, which can be seen as "falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more." "all right! I want to turn into a trace of spring mud and complete my final mission in life.