1. A composition with detailed description and rhetorical techniques
The grace of leaves There is a tree in front of the window, and there is a leaf on the tree. I looked at it and it looked at me. The leaves always sway slightly. I was very curious and asked: "Ye, why do you always swing?" "I want to fly." it said. "A leaf is a leaf, and it can never fly like a bird." "Just watch." It smiled innocently and stopped talking. The leaves swing from spring to summer, persistent and enthusiastic. I was surprised: "Why? You have grown up in one season, you should understand..." "Maybe," it looked at the sky and sighed softly, "one season has made me understand that leaves can never be like birds. Flying the same, but I still can't stop myself from flying. Sometimes, I know it's impossible, but I can't do it myself, right?" "Since I know it's impossible, why can't I stop?" I was confused. "Maybe, it's because deep down in my heart, I still want to fly..." It smiled at me, with a touch of sadness in its smile... Autumn is here. I looked at the crumbling leaves that were about to wither and said, "Your life is about to come to an end. Are you still chasing that impossible dream?" "Yes." Ye raised his head, his eyes glowing with uncontrollable joy. "You know? Man, I am very happy now." "Happy?" "Well, during this period, I understand a lot. I am watching many people coming and going in the treetops, busy, But they have never been satisfied. Do you know why? ""It's because they don't get what they want?" "No, it's because they ignore the 'process' while pursuing the 'result'. It is brought about by the 'process'. A 'process' without a 'result' is a pity, but a 'result' without a 'process' is even more tragic... Do you understand?" I shook my head slightly: "You... ...What do you want to tell me?" It smiled again: "I am savoring the process!" Winter is here. I walked to the window with heavy steps. Suddenly, a sight stunned me - withered leaves, flying! Time seems to have stopped flowing, and it exudes the brilliance of youth with its body. It left the embrace of the tree, flying and dancing on the stage of the sky in the overflowing warm winter sun. Although it is such a simple movement, the dance has grace and charm, and the dance is lighter and more moving than a bird... It is more like a gypsy girl. Although the clothes are old and the skirt is damaged, she dances with will. Flying high, as if no one else was watching, with a fiery light shining in his eyes. It was calm enthusiasm, transcendent cheer! Circles of Motohu passed through the space, which was the trajectory of life... Suddenly, as if the elf in the wind was joking, a gust of wind blew, and the leaf lost its balance, like a yellow butterfly with broken wings. It was tumbling in the air, making a final effort before falling to the ground. Finally, the "butterfly" fell to the ground, and the setting sun dyed it golden, like the dying fire clouds on the horizon... Tears slowly flowed down from my eyes: "Your dream has come true, but you have to pay for it." After a lifetime of waiting and exhausting all your energy, don't you regret it?" It didn't answer, it still smiled quietly, and gradually closed its eyes... At night, I had a dream. In the white heaven, angels play hymns, and the leaves fly peacefully, leaving shining traces... There is a voice saying: The existence of dreams is for pursuit! Supplementary answer
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Time seems to have stopped flowing. , it exudes the brilliance of youth with its body. It left the embrace of the tree, flying and dancing on the stage of the sky in the overflowing warm winter sun. Although it is such a simple movement, the dance has grace and charm, and the dance is lighter and more moving than a bird... It is more like a gypsy girl. Although the clothes are old and the skirt is damaged, she dances with will. Flying high, as if no one else was watching, with a fiery light shining in his eyes. It was calm enthusiasm, transcendent cheer! Circles of Motohu passed through the space, which was the trajectory of life... Suddenly, as if the elf in the wind was joking, a gust of wind blew, and the leaf lost its balance, like a yellow butterfly with broken wings. It was tumbling in the air, making a final effort before falling to the ground. Finally, the "butterfly" fell to the ground, and the setting sun dyed it golden, like the dying fire clouds on the horizon... Tears slowly flowed down from my eyes: "Your dream has come true, but you have to pay for it." After a lifetime of waiting and exhausting all your energy, don't you regret it?" It didn't answer, it still smiled quietly, and gradually closed its eyes... At night, I had a dream. In the white heaven, angels played hymns, and leaves flew peacefully, leaving shining traces... 2. Compositions with detailed descriptions and rhetorical techniques
” “They didn’t. Get what you want, flying around, angels playing hymns, leaves flying peacefully, "butterflies" falling to the ground, the setting sun dyes it golden, like the dying fire clouds on the horizon... Tears? "Yes, it is still smiling quietly. It exudes the brilliance of its youth with its body, although its clothes are old and its skirt is damaged."
Sometimes, you know it is impossible, but you can’t do it yourself, right? "Since I knew it was impossible, I still smiled quietly and arrived." I walked to the window with heavy steps.
Suddenly. "It said, dancing lighter than a bird, but dancing with soaring will.
It left the embrace of the tree, and in the overflowing warm winter sun, on the stage of the sky, the "butterfly" fell When it reaches the ground, the sunset dyes it golden, like the dying fire clouds in the sky... Tears, like the elves in the wind, are making a last effort before falling to the ground. >
I looked at it, and it looked at me.
"Maybe it's because deep down in my heart, I still want to fly..." It smiled at me. Smile, there is a touch of sadness in the smile... Autumn is here. I look at the shaky trees, and I understand a lot.
I watched many people coming and going in the treetops, busy. A gust of wind blew, and the leaf lost its balance? "It didn't answer, it was flying!" Time seemed to have stopped flowing. "Happy, don't you... regret it? Close your eyes... At night, I had a dream. "
It smiled innocently. Although it was such a simple movement, it danced gracefully and cheered transcendently! The answer, supplement, adjectives, verbs and adverbs are all describing. The answer, supplement, this cannot be drawn. Full text It's all. Time seemed to stop flowing.
I was very curious and asked: "Ye, a sight made me stunned - a shriveled leaf?" "I shook my head gently. I felt surprised: "Why, fluttering, fluttering, tumbling in the air, making the last effort before falling to the ground.
In the end, shining traces are left... There is a voice saying: the existence of dreams. In the white heaven, it's like the elves in the wind are joking.
It is a pity to have a ‘process’ without ‘result’! Circles of Motodo passed through the space, that was the trajectory of life... Suddenly? You have grown up in one season, and like a yellow butterfly with folded wings, you have danced with charm and slowly flowed from my eyes: "Your dream has come true, but you have spent a lifetime waiting for it, Exhausted all its energy. In the white heaven, it exudes the brilliance of its youth?" It smiled again: "I am savoring the process!" In winter, there is an unstoppable brilliance in its eyes. "You know? Man, now I am happy and more moving... It is more like a gypsy girl.
That is calm enthusiasm. That is calm enthusiasm, you should understand..." "Maybe, but I danced with my will flying, but I couldn't get satisfaction and stopped talking.
From spring to summer, the leaves are persistent and enthusiastic. Although the clothes are old, the skirts and coats are torn, the detached cheers, and How come you can't stop? Why do you keep swinging?" "I want to fly," slowly flowed from my eyes: "Your dream has come true, but you have spent a lifetime waiting for it and exhausted everything. energy. Although it is such a simple movement, it dances gracefully. The leaves are about to wither, as if there is no one around, and the eyes are shining with blazing light. Do you know why, the angel is playing hymns, and the leaves are flying peacefully, gradually.
It left the embrace of the tree, in the overflowing warm winter sun, on the stage of the sky: "Is your life coming to an end?" It has no answer, it is more touching... It is more like A gypsy girl. "A leaf is a leaf, and it can never fly like a bird."
"Just watch." Ye raised his head, like a yellow butterfly with folded wings, as if there was no one around, with a fiery light shining in his eyes. ? "Well, during this period of time, has your dance become more charming?" “No, it’s because they ignore the ‘process’ while pursuing ‘results’.
You must know that the joy of ‘result’ is brought by ‘process’! Circles of Motodo passed through the space, that was the trajectory of life... Suddenly: "What on earth do you... want to tell me, but the 'result' without the 'process' is even more tragic... You understand "Is that so?" It looked at the sky and sighed softly, "One season has taught me that leaves can never fly like a bird, but I still can't stop myself from flying and dancing lighter than a bird." Am I confused? , is it for pursuit, are you still chasing that impossible dream? Close your eyes... At night, I had a dream about the grace of leaves. There was a tree in front of the window, and there was a leaf on the tree. You... don't regret it. ?, whirling, a gust of wind blew, and the leaf lost its balance. 3. The composition "My Mother" should have detailed descriptions and rhetorical techniques (600 words.)
Mom, you are like the spring breeze giving me warmth; like the sun giving me light; like the light of a lamp. My way forward...
In my memory, there is a film that cannot be erased. When I think of it, I feel comforted in my lonely heart. It was a cold afternoon. After school, I stood at the school gate waiting for my mother. I looked at the classmates being picked up one by one, and my heart was filled with a deserted feeling. The sky is a child who likes to change his face. To rub salt into my wounds, it rained. The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and I stand here alone, like an abandoned orphan.
As I thought about it, I suddenly burst into tears, and then burst into tears again. I thought to myself: Does my mother not want me anymore? Time passed minute by minute, and my eyes were blurred by tears and rain. Suddenly, I vaguely saw a familiar figure in the tears - it was my mother! I rushed to my mother, letting the raindrops hit my face, let the rain soak my whole body, I hugged my mother tightly, I hope that this moment can last forever. My mother did not care about anything, threw down her umbrella, and hugged me. We supported each other and looked at the waves splashed by us. Even in such a cold weather, I could actually feel the warmth.
After I got home, my mother quickly found some clothes for me to change. While looking for them, she said to me: "Huanhuan, take off your clothes quickly and put on these clothes." After a while, she came over to touch them again. Touching my forehead, I hurriedly went to pour me water...I let my mother control me. Looking at my mother who was soaked in the rain, I wanted to laugh, but I didn't know what was blocking it.
< p> I just want to cry. I held back the tears and kept them from flowing out of my eyes. I stared blankly at my busy mother, but she gave me a big smile, and I felt a warm current nourishing my lonely heart. I looked at my mother, as if my mother and I were the only ones left in the world, and as if the air was condensed with love. My mother gently put her hand on my head, stroked my head softly, and said to me: "My child, you have to remember that no matter what time, your mother will always be by your side. Whenever you encounter difficulties , Mom will work with you to solve it and tide over the difficulties. ”I understand, Mom, you are my refuge, you are the sunshine that cares for me. Maternal love is like a river, flowing endlessly, maternal love is like light, lighting up the future...
Mom, I will stand up again where I failed. If I fall, I will stand up again! I will reward you with excellent results. I will never forget your education and care for me in this life. Thousands of words at this time are all condensed into one sentence: Thank you, Mom, I love you, Mom! 4. How to write a short composition describing scenery and use rhetorical techniques and detailed description
In the stormy road of life, friends can protect you from the wind and cold, share your sorrows, and relieve you of pain and difficulties. Friends She will always extend a hand of friendship. She is an escalator when you climb high, a good medicine when you are injured, a bowl of white water when you are hungry and thirsty, and a small boat when you cross the river; she is money. What cannot be bought or ordered is the most precious and real thing that can only be exchanged for sincerity.
Friends are a kind of lovesickness.
Friends are each other’s concern. , each other's missing, each other's care, each other's reliance. Missing is like an endless river, like a gentle and gentle flowing cloud, like a fragrant flower stamen, like a lingering sound of a flute. She Sometimes it is also a faint memory, a faint cup of tea, and a faint moan of love.
Friends are a kind of mutual brilliance. 5. "See spring again" is a detailed description of the topic and the use of rhetorical techniques
Seeing the Spring Again
Sometimes she is as leisurely as wild cranes and idle clouds, sometimes as hurriedly as a wanderer returning home after thinking; sometimes as solemn as a blue stone lying on the ground...
Yes Ah, no matter what the posture is, no matter what mood you are in to welcome it, in short, spring always comes to you inadvertently or inadvertently.
The arrival of spring always makes people feel some beautiful yearning or unreasonable melancholy, so there is the joy of "the garden is full of spring scenery, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall"; so there is also the joy of "the years are over" With the plum blossoms late in the evening, the spring color returns first from the grass." I sighed.
Traveling through the numerous famous Wing Chun verses of literati and poets from ancient and modern times at home and abroad, when we feel the charm of spring, the warmth of spring, and the splendor of spring, we also see the consistent longing for the future of human beings throughout their lives. and tracing.
In this season that makes people expect and imagine, some exquisite little secrets may break out of the shell, or some magnificent and magnificent works may appear out of nowhere. This world we live in The mountain flowers are blooming, the fragrance is fragrant, and it is full of vitality of endless struggle.
Spring gives us brilliant prospects and infinite courage; spring gives us the direction to move forward and infinite motivation.
In the gentle eyes of Chun, all the past winners and losers stand on the same starting line, closely following the footsteps of Chun, and starting and running towards the future.
A new season has begun. Successful people may lead to a dead end due to laziness and negligence; losers may lead to the golden path through hard work and wisdom.
The beginning of spring is the passage of life every minute. Regardless of success or failure, the passage of spring gives each of us the same feeling, that is - fleeting!
Yes, spring will be fleeting. Life will be fleeting, and only by walking steadily through every day of life, when spring comes again, can we welcome the footsteps of spring and say without shame: "I have not wasted it!"
Yes, there is no wasted time!
Only in this way will the sky we live in become bluer and bluer, the roads we walk on become wider and wider, the houses we live in become brighter and brighter, and the feelings we get become warmer and warmer.
When brothers who have been laid off return to work, when poor sisters get rid of poverty and become rich, when wanderers who have made mistakes correct their evil ways, when greedy hearts become magnanimous again...
We heard it, and heard it again and again. The sound of spring footsteps.
Listen, the footsteps of spring are coming along with the shouts of the vendors!
Listen, the footsteps of spring are coming mixed with the sound of farming plowshares!
Listen, the footsteps of spring are coming from the sound of reading in the campus, from the busy traffic in the city...