Excerpted from the composition materials of senior three 1 On days with long white clouds, the sky is exceptionally blue and the earth is unusually empty. When the high wind blows, a vibrant heart dances on the green grass. A heart, plus a pair of feet, outlines the scenery of my youth grazing in the distance. (Shanghai Volume "Full of Vibrant Years")
The breeze dispersed the mist and a big lotus pond came into view. The lotus flowers in the pool are beautiful, some are graceful, some stand out from the crowd, and some don't even have the courage to surface. In this scene, there is a faint blue light flowing. I seem to have entered Penglai wonderland, and the beginning of the day begins with the beauty of nature. (Shandong Gaoqing Volume "Voice of Nature")
3. The warm sunshine sweeps across the slightly wrinkled water surface, and the clear crystal water blooms with a blurred and moving luster. I picked it up carefully, so soft and fragile that I was afraid it would suddenly fall down and turn into a cloud. Through its bright body, I saw myself clearly. So, I am confused: am I water or am I water? (Hubei Wuhan Volume "Water")
4. It was raining in Mao Mao outside the window, and the breeze mixed with drizzle came to the window and brushed my face. What kind of enjoyment, what kind of comfort, there is a trace of tenderness in hardness and a trace of comfort in slight pain. (Sichuan Nanchong Volume "Outside the Window, That Rain")
The latest Chinese data accumulated 1. A thousand years ago, Su Shi said, "From the side of the mountain, there are different heights." Shakespeare's researchers also said, "There are a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand people." Perhaps some people regard Hamlet as a coward who dares to think and do, while others regard him as a thoughtful warrior. When commenting on A Dream of Red Mansions, Mr. Lu Xun once said that what the literati saw was lewdness and what the literati saw was affection.
2. The Loess Plateau is my standing chest; The flowing water of the Yellow River is my boiling blood; Huangdi Mausoleum is my ancient homesickness; The spring tide in the Yellow Sea is my stirring voice; Huangshan Jinsong is my unyielding backbone; Huangpu Bridge is my outstretched arm; Daxinganling is my hard rib; Dongting Poyang is my bright eyes; Himalaya is my high head; The majestic Great Wall is my unyielding backbone.
3. The wind is spring. "I don't know who cut the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors." Soft willows dance lightly, shaking thin willow leaves, filled with spring green. Who brought spring here? The author immediately pointed out that this is a scissors-like "February Spring Breeze". The wind is affectionate. In Liu Yong's poems, "Who should I talk to, even though there are many kinds of customs?" Give a word of lovesickness, helplessness and loneliness, "all kinds of customs", and let the author's melancholy come out. There is also a song, "You are the wind, I am the sand, lingering to the end of the world ..." This lyric is full of the modernity of modern cities and conveys deep feelings with the word "wind".
4. Silence is a kind of temperament, a kind of grace and a kind of character. Without silence, there is no brewing, no shock, no breakthrough. After a winter silence, moths finally turned their dream of flying into reality; After a silence, the sea finally pushed the spectacular waves out of the horizon.