I sat there with my clothes on, enjoying the quiet scenery outside the window. It has just rained, and the water on the ground is still wet, with potholes. So the silver light danced naughtily on the water, a little, a little, a little, flashing, low thatched roofs, swaying trees, crickets' cries from time to time, as if they had been washed by milk. The layman they outlined was so soft, the branches swayed gently with the wind, and the broken silver leaked through the branches and leaves also went with them. "The court is as empty as water" is so beautiful! I can't help admiring.
Yes, it's beautiful. Because of the moon, with the moon unimpeded by clouds, the world has become so beautiful, as if in an instant, the whole world was baptized, washing away all filth, all noise and all prosperity. I suddenly remembered the baby's holy body and the girl's gorgeous smile.
"The lack of the moon hangs the sparse tung, which makes people quiet." Bachelor Dongpo left his sadness; "Until, holding up my cup, I asked the moon to bring me my shadow and let the three of us." Violet lay man left his unruly; "The moonlight in the pine forest stays on the clear spring stone." The poet Wang Wei left his leisure. Countless poets with pure hearts are writing their own feelings and chanting words as clear as running water, like one touching legend of the moon shadow after another under the same bright moonlight.
Oh, why, the ancients wrote about the moon, now people write about the moon, and future generations will write about the moon? Why does everything become warm and quiet with the moon? Why do people give the moon such sacred feelings? Because the moon is gentle as water and pure as water, it soothes the hearts of laymen, frustrated people and sad people. Bathing in the moonlight is a feeling of love. "Moonlight is like water, like water." Moonlight is the most extensive emotion in the world, symbolizing the purity and love that human beings always praise and pursue. My blessing to the moon: May the moon never be blocked by dark clouds, and may the moonlight always be the truest heart in the world.
Remarks: This paper highlights the lyrical writing characteristics of landscape writing on the topic, and the writing style is fluent. Classic ancient poetry is handy, used properly and full of emotion. It is a rare masterpiece!
2. There are comments on the true feelings in the world | 20 15-02-20 13:58 Everything in the world has feelings, friendship, affection, love, teacher-student relationship ... but the true feelings in the world outweigh everything.
One day after school, the sky was gray, and immediately a symphony sounded with the wind. This is a concert of nature. On my way home with an umbrella, I saw an old man selling fruit. He is pale, wearing a thin coat and his hair is gray. My classmate Xiao Xu went over to help him clean. He said, "Grandpa, it's raining hard." "Then what will you do?" Grandpa said worriedly.
He smiled, patted his schoolbag and said, "I have an umbrella. I took two when I went out, one in my schoolbag. " Grandpa left with a smile. I think: Xiao Xu is really a good man.
The next day, I went back to school, but I couldn't see Xiao Xu going to school. After class, I asked the teacher and learned that he had a cold and said that he was ill because of the rain yesterday. Hmm? There is a question mark in my heart. Xiao Xu took an umbrella yesterday. How did he get gonorrhea?
In order to find out the truth, I once became "Sherlock Holmes". Suddenly I remembered what Xiao Xu said yesterday: "I have an umbrella, I took two when I went out, and one is in my schoolbag." I went to investigate.
It turns out that Xiao Xu only brought an umbrella yesterday. It turned out that he kindly lent it to grandpa when he saw that he was old.
He is so stupid. I walked into his room quietly, and I saw him lying in bed. My eyes suddenly moistened, and I seemed to see a tall figure, a helpful heart, a pure and kind heart and a helpful heart.
I stood silently, thinking about the real feelings of the world in my mind. Back to the directory | 20 15-02-20 13:58 The truth in the world. At noon in July, the sun was shining high.
When I walked to the intersection of Luren Road in Xinpu District, I suddenly saw an uncle riding a bicycle swaying and falling down in front of him. People are walking around in a hurry.
The situation is urgent, so everyone rushed him to the First People's Hospital for treatment. When the patient arrived at the hospital, the doctor diagnosed that the man had a bad cold and had to have an intravenous drip immediately.
But who will pay the bill? Just then, an uncle took out the only 17 yuan in his pocket, but it was very small. When people around us saw this situation, they also paid for the patient's medical expenses from their own pockets.
Due to timely treatment, the sick uncle woke up soon after intravenous drip. The first thing he said when he woke up was gratefully saying to everyone: #4 floor | 20 15-02-20 13:59 The truth in the world. One morning, the sun was shining, which was a good opportunity to go out and play, bask in the sun and exercise.
Mother Duck is playing in the square across the street with her six children. Mother duck waddled along the road with her ducklings. There was a lot of traffic on the road and all kinds of cars came and went.
Mother duck stared at these strange behemoths with wide eyes: "What is this?" Four round things carry a shell, colorful, some like black beetles in the grass, but they run much faster than beetles. ""Oh, what can I do? "I'm worried about the dead duck mother.
Look at these six ducklings. They frolic on the roadside, completely ignoring the anxiety and anxiety in their mother's eyes. After a while, the red light across the street turned on, and these endless "beetles" stopped for a while. When the mother duck saw it, her face immediately turned "cloudy to sunny" and "turned sorrow into joy", and immediately led the ducklings to line up and swagger in the middle of the road. It seems that president is reviewing the army.
Just as they came to the middle of the road, the green light across the road lit up relentlessly. The ducklings stood in the middle of the road at a loss, their small bodies kept shaking and their heads turned quickly. Their eyes looked in alarm at the behemoths coming from all directions. The ducklings who had never seen such a sight were frightened. Some of them simply fell to the ground, unable to move, and some hugged their partners tightly. Seven pairs of eyes reveal fear, strangeness and impatience with this new thing.
Just then, the first car stopped, and the cars behind it stopped, and the cars lined up. However, no one honked the horn. I think it's not because honking is forbidden in the city, but because they are worried that they will scare the seven lovely elves. Watching seven ducklings cross the road safely, the road resumed its original busy scene.
Across the road, seven lovely ducklings shouted at the road, as if thanking the kind driver! Ha, look, the way they stretch their necks and open their mouths is really cute! Those drivers may be in a hurry to go to work and go home ... there may be a lot of things to do. However, when they saw the duckling, they all stopped and waited patiently for the duckling to pass by. Their behavior added a beautiful scenery to the city.
Yes, there are still true feelings in the world! #5 Back to the Directory On the True Feelings in the World | 20 15-02-20 13:59 God has endowed human beings with affection, friendship and love, making their emotional life colorful and full of joys and sorrows. However, there is no room for the word "love" in the fairy world, and there is also a saying that "if there is love in the sky, the sky will be old", and-affection, agarwood saving the mother is touching; Friendship, the Eight Immortals slay the devil earth-shattering; Love, cowherd and weaver girl, is shocking.
So, in this world, which of the three feelings is more valued? "I'm back." After studying at night, I went straight home hungry.
I couldn't wait to run into the kitchen after smelling the food, reaching for something to eat, and my mother knocked on my hand to "wash my hands". When I see food, I can't finish it. My stomach opposes it.
But I have no choice but to wash my hands. When I walked out of the bathroom, the doorbell kept ringing.
Alas, it's really annoying. I opened the door and there stood a grandfather who looked very kind. I'm so impatient that I can't help being polite.
3. The composition about scenery is segmented with notes. With gorgeous writing, the autumn in the author's mind shows us a beautiful season, vivid and vivid.
Autumn is coming!
I walked around the garden, and a tall green banyan tree by the door quietly turned into an open golden umbrella. When the wind blows, the leaves are like golden butterflies, flying freely in the autumn wind, laying a golden carpet on the earth. The grass beside the banyan tree is not as green and dense as before. Under the touch of teacher Qiu, they put on yellow coats. Some red, white and purple flowers stick out from the grass, adding some gorgeous colors to the yellow carpet.
The garden is quietly surrounded by a small river. I walked across the small bridge and came to the middle of the bridge. Ah, a gust of autumn wind is blowing, and the leaves are floating around on the river, like teams of small ants carrying food! The flowers and plants in the middle of the grass are yellow on one side and green on the other. Looking down from the bridge, they become a small disk that is half yellow and half green. Petals also fell, adding stripes to the earth. The earth has become more beautiful.
I went to the back garden, where the young trees began to shed their leaves. Those trees bear little fruit. The fruit is round, like a small green fluffy ball. The fruit fell to the ground, leaving the garden all over the floor. Further on, it is the children's favorite slide. Although there are many fallen leaves on the ground and a layer of red, purple, pink, white and yellow petals, the children's enthusiasm for playing has not diminished at all. They laughed and sang, adding more joy to autumn.
Ah, autumn is really interesting. In the small garden, I really feel the beauty of autumn!
autumn leave
Autumn has arrived, and Miss Qiu has brought a precious gift, that is, colorful leaves.
When the autumn wind swept away, the leaves fell one after another. Some of them spread their wings like birds, while others danced like butterflies. The ground is covered with fallen leaves and carpeted.
Ginkgo Garden is like a delicate little paper fan, and conversely, it is as beautiful as a girl's short skirt! There is a faint fragrance, which makes people feel refreshing.
The buttonwood tree is also beautiful. Miss Qiu came to the buttonwood and turned the buttonwood leaves into semi-yellow and semi-green leaves, which fell to the ground like a yellow-green carpet.
The most beautiful fallen leaves in autumn belong to maple leaves. Maple leaves have five horns. When the autumn wind blows, it floats like a red five-star red flag. From a distance, it looks like a red cloud; Look carefully, it looks like a burning torch.
I love fallen leaves!
4. The 400-word landscape article with annotations, the rain that warms the country, has never turned into a cold, hard and brilliant snowflake.
Well-informed people think he is monotonous. Does he feel unhappy? The snow in Jiangnan is very beautiful. That's the news of youth that is still looming, and it's the skin of a very strong virgin. In the snowfield, there are blood-red camellias, single-petal plum blossoms with dark green in white and wintersweet with dark yellow chin; There are cool green weeds under the snow.
Butterflies really don't exist; I really can't remember whether bees come to collect honey from camellia and plum blossoms. But my eyes seem to see flowers blooming in the snow in winter, and many bees are busy flying. I can hear their buzzing sound.
Children's hands, red with cold, are like purple bud ginger, and seven or eight of them get together to make snow arhats. Because it was unsuccessful, whose father also came to help.
Lohan is much taller than children, although it is only a bunch of small tops and big bottoms, and finally it is unclear whether it is a gourd or a Lohan; But it's white and bright, and it's glued together with its own water, and the whole ground shines. The children made his eyes with longan seeds and stole rouge from his mother's powder and put it on his lips.
This time it's really a big arhat. He just sat in the snow with burning eyes and red lips.
The next day, several children came to see him and asked him. By the way, he clapped his hands, nodded and smiled. But he finally sat alone.
Sunny days come to soothe his skin again, and cold nights freeze him and turn him into an inconspicuous crystal shape; The continuous sunny days made him want to know what it was, and the rouge on his mouth gradually faded. The snowflakes in the north, flying around, will always be like powder and sand, never sticking together, and will retreat on the house, on the ground and on the hay. That's it.
The snow on the house has faded because of the warmth of the fire in the house. In addition, on a sunny day, a whirlwind suddenly came. It flew vigorously, shining brightly in the sun, like a fog with flames, spinning and rising, permeating space; Let the space rotate, rise and twinkle.
In the boundless wilderness, under the cold sky, it is the spirit of rain that shines and rises ... Yes, it is lonely snow, dead rain and the spirit of rain. Delete a little yourself, just 400 words.
5. The composition of the scenery is annotated with the word 4oo. Winter is coming, and the goose feather-like snow is flying all over the sky. The whole world put on a white coat, and snowflakes fell from the sky. In a short time, the ground, trees and roofs are all white.
White snowflakes are like small pieces of paper torn by people, like catkins flying in the air in spring. It is so pure and flawless, and it is so beautiful and crystal clear. There are four seasons in a year, and each season has different scenery. I like the spectacular scene when it snows in winter best.
In winter, with heavy snow, people seem to have come to an elegant and quiet realm and a crystal clear fairy tale world. Get up in the morning and go outside, the wind is still blowing, and there is no intention of reducing it.
The wind was so strong that it almost knocked me down and I could hardly stand up. I'm dressed like a big fat man at this time.
Although I wear so much and so thick, the wind keeps drilling into my body. When it first snows, the snowflakes are often neither big nor dense, such as catkins that float lightly with the wind. As the wind blows harder and harder, the snow becomes denser and denser, and the snowflakes become bigger and bigger, like woven white nets and continuous curtains, falling straight to the ground.
Snow covered roofs and roads, crushed branches, covered the appearance of various objects, blocked roads and traffic, and snowflakes flying all over the sky made heaven and earth melt into a white whole. If you walk on the road, you will soon become a living snowman.
Although the snow is heavy, the children in the yard are very excited, because we can have a snowball fight and make a snowman! Call a good friend and make an appointment to have a snowball fight at Fuchun Shopping Plaza. There are 12 people, and everyone says to build a snowman first, write down their names, and agree that we will always be good friends. An hour later, our snowman was finally built, very grand and lovely.
Then we began to have snowball fights. We will divide into two teams first, and then prepare "ammunition". My job is to see if any companions are making fake and shoddy "ammunition" to avoid danger. Five minutes later, we went to war. I led our team's experts to attack from the middle, and those who didn't make the right shot attacked from the back.
Whoever throws will lose. I threw it on the tree head, and he could only be eliminated.
Three people in our team were eliminated, leaving me and two companions, and finally the three of us finally defeated each other! It's getting late. We're all tired, but we're all happy.
6. Write an essay describing spring scenery, and enthusiastic netizens will answer it as soon as possible.
Example 1 "Running water is sung on the Qushi, and the pine trees adjust the sun" ("Crossing Ji Xiang Temple") Wang Wei: I don't know the way to Jixiang Temple, and I wander under the clouds for several miles. Ancient trees are towering, but there are no pedestrian paths, and there are bells in the mountains in the temple. The spring water in the mountains hits the dangerous rocks, and the sun in the pine forest is cold. In the evening, come to the empty pool and meditate quietly to suppress the dragon. )
This is a poem about sightseeing, which mainly describes the scenery. The title is about the mountain temple, but it does not depict the front, but uses the side environment to express the quiet victory of the mountain temple. Yunfeng, Ancient Wood, Deep Mountain, Dangerous Stone, Song Qing and Empty Pond are the figures of the temple. Finally, I saw that the deep pool was empty, and thought that the fierce dragon mentioned in the Nirvana Sutra had surrendered, indicating that the monk's wishful thinking had been surrendered, and he unconsciously realized the profoundness of Zen. The monastery is not written in the whole poem, and the monastery is already in it. The idea is wonderful and the words are exquisite. "A stream sings winding rocks, and the sun is reconciled by pines" is regarded as a model for refining Chinese characters. )
Example 2: Spring Breeze and Green Jiang Nanan by Wang Anshi.
Example 3: Jie Jiang's two adjectives "Time flies and people are easily thrown away, cherries turn red and bananas turn green" as verbs, which promote the invisible time to age into colorful red and green, followed by the word "Le", describing the changing process of cherry from green to light red, then to deep red maturity, and banana from light green to dark green aging, showing the sense of time and space anxiety-youth.
In Zhou Bangyan, the wind is old and the warbler is young, and the rain is plump and plums are plump. Plums are ripe and the flesh is fresh and round ("the wind is old and the warbler is young, and the rain is fat." Although it describes the early summer in Jiangnan, it can't resist the temptation of "old" and "fat" and put it in spring. The wind is "old" and the rain is "fat" for plums. We ancients used to use words, adjectives and nouns flexibly, and all of them could be used as verbs, which were vivid when written. I don't think it takes a day or two for a yellow-billed chick to grow feathers with its head held high and spread its wings to leave its nest. It takes a long time to treat the hardships of parents, and it takes a long time. Finally, it only has the word "old", which is really intoxicating. Our thoughts wandered in the word "old" and spent a few months inadvertently. Another rainy "fat" plum. How many rains have you experienced? It should be from "light rain, sunny weather" to "the willow is drunk with spring smoke", then to "the apricot is out of the wall", then to "the flowers are small and the red apricot is small", and finally the rain is abundant. Write about the dynamics and forms, thinking that the plums have gone from being young and shy to being yellow and fat and round and sweet, and the yellow and faint red is full, how can it not be mouth-watering! The words "cold", "yue", "green", "red", "green", "old" and "fat" in the above sentences are adjectives. These words have their own wonderful uses, but one thing is the same, that is, turning decay into magic and enhancing the expressive force and appeal of poetry.
7. The composition with the theme of gratitude describes the scenery and notes (narrative) that I am crying. You said that you would understand because I am in your heart; I'm growing up, you said you would understand, because I'm in your arms. "Be grateful, thank you. . . . . . "Whenever I sing this song, I feel that maternal love is water. She is soft, soft and kind. This is a great and selfless love. A word of exhortation and a little concern all come from the source of love. If one day, my mother mentions a little thing when she was a child, please don't be surprised by her memory. There are no miracles in front of my mother. Because there is a feeling, mellow as wine, intoxicating, and there is a feeling, elegant as chrysanthemum, whose fragrance will always haunt us, no matter how far or near, that is affection.
It is the continuous cutting of family affection, but the unclear maternal love. After all, blood is thicker than water!
Love is not just taking, so my mother devoted her whole life to the responsibility of loving me. Because she will never leave any regrets for her love. Maternal love will not deteriorate with time and will not disappear with distance. Whenever it roars in the north wind, I think my mother is putting me in a spring with a suitable temperature.
I finally understand that the silver hair on my mother's head is for whom to tremble in the cold wind; Finally, I understand that the wrinkles on my mother's no longer young face are for whom to portray in the snow; Finally see through, mother's deep eyes, who is still staring at in late autumn; Finally, I believe the meaning of my mother's simple and ordinary sentence "there is great love in the world"; I finally realized my mother's selflessness and broadness. This love is as clean as ice and as white as snow; This love is mellow as wine and sweet as honey. This love is as wide as the sea and as wide as the sky;
How much I want to be close to you, to tell you, in fact, I have always understood-
In the cold wind, holding your head high is a sweet burden; It is an eternal belief that you stand upright in the rain. Ruthless years, cold in your thin body, arbitrarily altered, white eyebrows, bent back, erased the face. You, for me and for this family, have never changed the course of love. Look at me sad, you cried; Look at me happy, you also shed tears. Watch me grow up day by day, you get old day by day, and you will always give me faithful protection no matter the pain or the joy.
Sad, I don't know when I will deprive you. Years have passed, youth has passed, and the face has changed. History has no place for you, only the blood of life can be merged into the language of love, and that is dedication. Once upon a time, you put my cold feet on your warm stomach, you put my trembling hands under your warm armpits, and you put my numb little face on your warm big hands. Let me decorate the universe of love with you!
"Grateful heart, thank you ..." This song is still the same. This affectionate song will never become monotonous and will never be forgotten. She's still ringing in my ears, ringing. ...
8. A 200-word landscape description with notes. Grandpa Sun is reluctant to stay on the horizon to see others refuse to leave; Night God was in a hurry, so he gave him a push, pushed him down the mountain, pulled the black quilt conveniently, and the night came like this.
I enjoyed the cool on the balcony alone, lying on the bamboo bed, smelling the fragrant aroma of cordate telosma beside me, and began to observe the unpredictable sky intently.
Look at the twinkling stars in the sky that day. Little eyes of wisdom seem to shine with the light of health, happiness and hope. I don't know when, the moon is like a shy little girl, shyly sticking out a little head from behind a dark cloud, looking at it quietly, making sure there is no movement, and then turning around and appearing in the sky. Suddenly, a meteor flew by, and he cut through the sky like a sword. Suddenly disappeared from my eyes. I opened my eyes wide, but I couldn't even find the shadow of the meteor.
I was intoxicated in the beautiful summer night and fell asleep unconsciously. Woke up the next day, it was already dawn. However, the beautiful scenery and sweet dreams I saw last night are still hovering in my mind.
9.600 words to write beautiful scenery, write comments and recommendations. I went to the back garden, like a red five-star red flag fluttering in the wind, adding stripes to the earth. Petals also fell, and small white and purple flowers poked their heads out of the grass. They laughed and sang and looked down from the bridge. The earth has become more beautiful. A gust of autumn wind blows, leaves float on the river, like teams of small ants carrying food, adding more joy to autumn! The flowers and plants in the middle of the grass are yellow and green. They are wearing a yellow coat. Some red ones. I walked across the bridge and added some gorgeous colors to the yellow carpet.
The garden is quietly surrounded by a small river, but the children's enthusiasm for playing has not diminished. Ah, the ground is full of fallen leaves. The floor is carpeted, and it becomes a small disc that is half yellow and half green. A tall green banyan tree by the door quietly turned into a golden umbrella. The wind blew.
The most beautiful leaves in autumn belong to maple leaves. They are vivid and touching, showing us a beautiful season, and they are also covered with red and purple. The fruit is round; Look carefully, it looks like a burning torch.
I like falling leaves. The maple leaf has five corners, and the autumn wind blows, which is the children's favorite slide. Although there are many fallen leaves on the ground, they are as beautiful as girls' short skirts! There is a faint fragrance, which makes people feel refreshing. The leaves have fallen, and some are like birds spreading their wings and dancing like butterflies.
Ginkgo Garden, like a delicate little paper fan, is pink, with a golden carpet on the ground, where the young trees begin to shed leaves, dense and dense. Under the touch of the autumn girl, the leaves are like golden butterflies, flying freely in the autumn wind.
Ah: the article comes to the middle of the bridge with gorgeous writing, autumn in the author's mind, white and yellow petals.
Autumn is coming!
I walked around the garden like a little green plush ball. The fruit fell to the ground, leaving the garden all over the floor. Go further. The grass under the banyan tree is not as green as before. From a distance, it looks like patches of red clouds. Those trees bear little fruit.
The buttonwood tree is also beautiful. Miss Qiu came to the plane tree and turned the plane tree leaves into half yellow and half green leaves, which fell to the ground. Autumn is really interesting. In the small garden, I really feel the beauty of autumn!
autumn leave
Autumn has arrived, and Miss Qiu has brought a precious gift, that is, colorful leaves.
The autumn wind swept like a yellow-green carpet.