The beauty of this world is often born of ugliness, just like a hibiscus out of water, rooted in the mud but always flying in the air, blooming true beauty and purity. Just like a classic-if winter comes, can spring be far behind? If winter comes, can spring be far behind? -When the winter comes, the cold wind blows and everything withers, giving people a bleak feeling.
But don't forget, after winter, spring comes. At that time, the sun was shining, the grass was growing and the warblers were flying, and everything was revived and full of vitality. People who live in darkness and pain, don't forget to look for the light of hope, and don't forget that after darkness is dawn.
Ten simple words can never be simpler, but they can always read infinite sadness, pain and last hope before despair. What is a classic? What is elegance? Here it is.
If winter comes, can spring be far behind? -In the silence after the destruction of Crete and Mycenae, the ancient Greek city-states were like sand in the river. Darkness quietly gave birth to the initial self-awakening and rational spirit of human beings, and finally broke through the darkness, scattered a little on the Aegean coast, vaguely emitting a pearl-like mellow and eternal luster. Since then, the democratic and rational humanistic spirit has become the origin of western civilization. In the gloom and ignorance of the Middle Ages, haze quietly bred the yearning for civilization and the revival of humanistic spirit. In the end, the humanist masters who shook the past and shone today held high the banner of the Renaissance, made God and everything bow down with the recovery of human self, and pierced the haze of the Middle Ages with a beam of civilization.
Since then, the religious reform and the Enlightenment finally let the light drive away the darkness of history, let civilization overcome human ignorance, and ushered in a magnificent sunrise after dark. In fact, the warmth after cold is always brighter than expected.
In fact, if winter comes, can spring be far behind? If winter comes, can spring be far behind? -If there were no "dark ages" in ancient Greece for three centuries, how could the prosperity of Athens and Sparta stop future generations? Without what historians call the "dark Middle Ages", how could the glory of the Renaissance be so dazzling and bright? If there is no blood shed in troubled times, how can we show the boundless love of governing the world in prosperous times? Spring always triumphs over winter, and light always replaces darkness. However, it is darkness and ugliness that make us appreciate and cherish beauty as its strength and value. If winter comes, can spring be far behind? Just like ourselves, have you ever dreamed of flying over countless beautiful worlds, but closed your eyes and said, "Don't look back, don't look back"? Have you quietly wiped away the tears of the years and told yourself "Be strong, be strong"? Is there too much hope, always stranded in the torrent of reality? Are there too many dreams, but only a moment as wonderful as soap bubbles? Have you ever had too much confusion, too much sadness, too many failures and too much desire to give up? Then, hold on for another second, hold on for the next second, the next second, the next second ... Then, remember, "No matter how big the wind is, no matter how heavy the rain is, it will not be bigger than the sun; No matter how high the sky is and how thick the ground is, the colorful sunshine is still within reach.
What does it matter if you have cried, hurt or struggled? When all this has passed quietly, I believe there will be a brighter smile tomorrow after the spring and winter. Then, remember, "If winter comes, can spring be far behind?" "If winter comes, can spring be far behind? "It's the pursuit and longing for hope in the cold winter, and it's the legendary swordsman's optimism even in a difficult situation.
It is a classic that teaches us to be human and enlightens people, and it is a sincere and profound speech that cultivates our sentiments.
If winter comes, can spring be far behind? If winter comes, can spring be far behind?
"Wow, it's so cold!" As soon as I opened the door, the cold wind blew head-on, and I stumbled and the hairs on my neck stood on end. I barked at the snow several times, then turned around and sniffed the warm smell of the fire in the room. I couldn't help sobbing a few times to express my dissatisfaction. By the way, I forgot to introduce myself. I am a talented dog. My name is Booker. As for the nature standing next to me, it is my little master, Libby Washington. At the moment, she is smiling and staring at the snowflakes all over the sky. She is wearing an ill-fitting lux sportswear, and her figure looks very thin, which is out of harmony compared with the raging snow.
She stood and watched for a while, then turned to me and shouted, "Let's go." I rushed into the ice and snow, and I reluctantly ran after her. I was squinted by the snow and looked up at her again. Libby took a gentle breath and could only see a little fog. But I still saw her confident smile.
The snow is getting heavier and heavier. Looking around, it's all white. Snowflakes fell on me, cold, and penetrated into my skin, making me shudder. I shook my body desperately, hoping to get rid of the snow, but also reminded me of a warm fire, lying on the red carpet in front of the fire, watching the beating blue flame, warm and comfortable. However, now I have to run in the cold wind. Thought of here, I gave a cry to Libby again and looked at her with pleading eyes, but she ignored me at all, just panting, her face flushed and her lips white. She frowned, opened her mouth and gasped, showing the appearance of hard work. I just slowed down gradually, and then I thought of something, smiled and stepped up.
The snow finally stopped and Libby kept a confident smile on his face. The scene in front of me flashed quickly and a familiar small garden appeared. I breathed a sigh of relief and finally arrived. I looked up at her again and let out a cry of excitement. Following Libby's eyes, I saw a series of footprints where we had just run.
Libby leaned down, picked me up, stroked my hair and whispered to me, "Booker, do you know how I keep running?" Because I thought of what my mother said to me before I went out, "If winter comes, can spring be far behind?"
If winter comes, can spring be far behind? Write an article about how time flies. In the bleak and monotonous winter, I always look forward to the arrival of spring.
I wish her grass would grow warblers, silk tapestries would blow across the embankment, her thousand trees and flowers would be like brocade and blue waves, and her orchids would be moist as crisp; I hope her spring scenery is full of flowers and red like rain. Now, spring has come.
Spring is the most beautiful season of the year. Throughout the ages, people have almost exhausted all beautiful words and poems to describe and praise spring. Spring brings vitality and hope to people.
Spring warms the heart and spleen. "If you want to wet apricot flowers with clothes, you won't feel cold when you blow your face." Spring, fleeting, "Hua Lin Xie Chunhong, too hasty."
Therefore, "there are flowers that can be folded straight, so don't wait for the flowers to decline." In spring, the weather is cool and humid. "The rain in Tianjie is crisp, but the grass color is far and near."
In spring, the wine is full of fragrance. "Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy refers to Xinghua Village. " Spring, entangled in dreams, "where did spring go?" Lonely, no road.
If anyone knows where spring went, ask him to come back and live with him. "... when spring comes with her unique warmth and tide, it can also make people lose their souls.
Spring is definitely a canvas full of life. New green, light green, bright green, green, green eyes, tender our eyes.
There is still a little bit of red, a little bit of yellow, a little bit of pink and a little bit of purple, which twinkles like stars and makes us shine at the moment. So, I started walking in spring.
Stepping on her soft soil, I realized that the hotbed of life can be so flat. As long as the old man floats by in the season, all the sleeping seeds can be bred here, giving life a changing posture.
Spring is definitely a picture full of vitality. Whether it is out of the ground or in bud; Whether it is stretching slowly or flowing slowly; Whether they are silent or whispering, as long as the old people in the season open the curtain of spring, they will show the magical vitality of nature here in their own unique way.
So, I began to wander in spring. Covered with gentle and lovely spring scenery, let the slight fragrance wind blow.
You will realize that the breath of spring actually contains one of the most touching tenderness. I also think that nature is a strange mother. She chose to breed all kinds of life at the end of winter when everything was depressed, and let them embrace each other in the most tender and lovely first spring, bringing infinite vitality to the world.
Spring is also a gallery, showing the magic of life. You see, every life has its specific form, and every specific form contains specific life information.
Regardless of height, everyone has to go through the process of birth, aging, illness and death, and there are childish and mature seasons. Whether striking or plain, we should complete a feat of life in our own specific living space and along that specific seasonal trajectory.
Whether famous or not, whether born in a rich family or raised in barren sand, all, all things that germinate in spring have written an ode to life in their own unique way and with all their enthusiasm. This is spring, because the chorus of life was born here, and I really feel a magical beauty.
The warm spring breeze is coming. It is like a naive and lively little girl, holding a colored magic pen and drawing happily everywhere.
Spring breeze flies over the earth, and the earth becomes a fresh picture: new buds emerge tenaciously on the vegetation stubble that people have harvested. Without artificial cultivation, they grow in the spring breeze.
The earth has turned green, setting off red, white, yellow and purple ... colorful wildflowers, how beautiful! When the spring breeze blows, the fresh smell of flowers and plants goes straight into people's hearts. No matter who it is, it will take a deep breath and be as happy as drinking nectar. How cool! After a storm comes a calm, the sun walks through the seven-color rainbow, and the radiant light shines on the earth in spring, and everything on the earth is full of vitality.
The grass on the ground, the thin leaves are wet, and the trees with green branches and leaves look green, as if they had just taken a bath. Birds are singing happily in the branches, which makes people feel comfortable; Little bees come out to collect honey. They fly from one bunch of flowers to another.
The happiest thing is the children in the sun. Some of them chase and jump, some sing and dance, some fly kites in the blue sky, and they are thriving. But the most distinctive thing is the spring rain, which is very common.
It seems that Miss Chun is still young. As long as someone touches her, she will cry bitterly, but after all, she is still young, and crying is not as violent and cruel as summer. She seems to be bathing human beings, sorting out people's previous difficulties and shortcomings and fulfilling their good wishes. In the morning, a fresh air comes to your nose and makes you feel very comfortable. Walking on the grass will make you forget your previous sadness, make you have the courage to continue fighting for your life, make you bravely face everything today and make you feel fearless.
At noon, a ray of oblique sunlight shines directly into your eyes, which makes you get rid of the cold in the morning, make you full of energy, and make you more serious, careful, hardworking and efficient in your study and work. When you eat, chat or do something in the midday sun, you will feel very relaxed and comfortable.
In the evening, a red sunset appeared on the mountain. If you are free, you can go for a walk on the country road after dinner and enjoy the red sun. You will find it beautiful and make you dream at night. At night, a gentle wind blows slowly from the window, as if there is a feeling of "blowing in the breeze without chilling your face"
But if you go outside, you will feel that the spring breeze in February is like scissors. When you sleep, the wind continues to blow, and you listen, like an intermittent lullaby, which makes you sleep soundly.
It's a sunny day in spring. A day in heaven.
Ah! What a wonderful picture spring is. I love you, Spring.
If winter comes, can spring be far behind? Only a few pine trees are still standing there. In a short time, when the wind blows, the wildflowers on the roadside are knocked out and the petals struggle in the cold wind. It is another winter.
But if winter comes, can spring be far behind? No, as long as you firmly believe that spring will come back, it will be within reach. A former national female gymnast once participated in the Eighth National Games. The cold wind rattled the windows, but she was ashamed, even if you were in trouble? Yes, a person's life can't be just a flat ocean, but as long as you get rid of the dark clouds that block your sight, it will always be spring.
Winter has passed and spring will come. I opened my sleepy eyes, and the green land was covered with snow and ice. Winter goes and spring comes, which is also my sustenance. Sang Lan, who won the vault championship, I firmly believe that I can get rid of ridicule and embarrassment and finally reach the other side of success.
The ancients commented that "there is no road to doubt, and there are other villages." Yes, sometimes people seem to have no way out. In the end, she got the opportunity to participate in the China Disabled Art Troupe, but she was accidentally disabled in an international competition, and continued to insist on physical exercise while treating; Winter has passed and spring will come. This is the spirit of scientists. They can fail a hundred times and stand up a hundred times, but they can only run aground in the torrent of sighs? Are you asking me? But you have to believe that there is also a road among thorns.
Throughout the year, there are warm spring and cold winter, so are people?
Have you ever felt lost in the journey of life? Have you ever had too many dreams? Have you ever felt desperate? Do you feel that success is far away from you or even runs counter to it, but as long as there is light in your heart, you will feel warm; As long as you survive the cold winter, this is the belief of the students. They know that they will cut off difficulties and cross obstacles, and the blue and refreshing sky will reappear in front of your eyes. Start (a disease)
If winter comes, can spring be far behind? When winter comes, people put on thick cotton-padded clothes to keep out the cold wind and frost.
With the coming of winter, everything has entered a "dead silence" period, leaving people with eyeful fatigue ... That winter, my Clivia was sick as early as two months ago. When winter comes, it loses all its green color and becomes a pile of dead branches.
I'm sorry that months of hard work went up in smoke. In order to reassure myself a little, I didn't throw it away immediately, nor did I take it out of the flowerpot immediately. I just left it as it is.
In this way, I spent the winter of that year in regret. Every time I touch the cold flowerpot, I feel sad and helpless in my heart. Now that I think about it, I can still feel the long winter.
After the spring of the following year, I made up my mind to get rid of the dead branches and make room for planting orchids in flowerpots. So, I dug up the soil with a small shovel and prepared to uproot it.
But at this moment, a miracle appeared. As soon as I put the shovel into the dry thick soil and scraped it twice, I heard a crisp crack, and then I saw the fragments of the ceramic flowerpot scattered all over the floor.
However, when I look carefully, it is the root of Clivia, which seems to have died last winter, wrapped in layers of soil and as thick as a white beard. Instead of necrosis, it became more and more lush and branched again and again. Now, it is so lush that it fills the whole flowerpot, just like a dragon's paw sticking tightly to a porcelain flowerpot. No wonder it breaks at the touch.
Seeing this, I quickly trimmed the messy roots and replanted them in the pot. As a result, a month later, each flowerpot gave off a lovely Clivia bud.
I have to marvel at this scene. In the whole winter brewing, it can grow again and flourish.
I was simply impressed by the miracle of this winter. This admiration is from the heart. From the eyes to the heart, I have to sincerely sigh its tenacious vitality.
Think about it, how stupid I was to give up the chance of a new life in such a hurry in winter. Thick cotton-padded clothes really cut off all the joy and hope brought by new life.
But now I understand that the temporary "dead silence" is to let us appreciate life more truly and appreciate life. In winter, plants can be reborn by longing for spring after the "dead silence" in winter.
What about that guy? Winter can also look forward to spring, and you can get greater new life and hope. We should be awed by the magic of life, so we should show courage and action. Just like Clivia with withered stems and leaves, when spring shines on the earth, you will have the beauty like a Siberian butterfly, and then break the ice to find a brighter and brighter you.
Snow, I love you, I love your innocence, your whiteness and your playfulness. You are a dot in the sky, nourishing crops and fields. You are pieces of white cloth, covering the earth with a white coat. You are a happy atmosphere, which makes children feel happy and gratified. When I was ready to go to school, I was shocked by what I saw. Ah! It's snowing, and I'm very happy. The biting cold wind makes me no longer cold, because my mood has overcome the cold, and the snow is getting bigger and bigger, falling gently from the endless sky, spinning and flying ... Pieces of jade are crystal clear and flawless, and the jade leaves and silver flowers sprinkled by the fairies in the sky are so beautiful and selflessly dressed as fairy tales like angels in white sent by the Heavenly Palace.
Snowflakes have various shapes, about 20 thousand kinds. Some of them are as magnificent as hexagons, and some are like naughty elves, which only get into your hair and collar.
And the snow grains jumped happily on the ground, as if to show off themselves: "how beautiful I am!" " "White sky, white land, white snow flowers are raining. In the face of such a world wrapped in white, I can't help but feel a little happy, so I am immersed in this clean and white world with the feeling of enjoying winter in the snow.
It snowed for a long time, until at night, I looked out the window. It is dark, but it is still snowing. The ground is white and no one has stepped on it. My heart has been troubled by a question: "Why is the snow so white?" "It's time for bed," my mother's cry came to my ears. "Oh, I see!" Looking at the snow, I wonder what the school will be like tomorrow. It snowed all night. The next morning, when you look around, the first thing you see is a vast expanse of whiteness.
Looking closely, the heavy snow bent the branches and covered the roof with a quilt. Snowflake seems to be a magical magician, putting a white robe on everything.
I can't wait to come to school and see the campus after the snow. This is like a fairy tale school made of snow. Students make snowmen and have snowball fights, and there are shouts of joy everywhere. The house is covered with a white suit, the branches are dressed like beautiful white corals, and the ground is covered with a long white carpet, so pure and crystal clear. This university has turned Wan into a world of powder and jade.
Soon, the sun came out and the snow melted, so the house, branches and the earth all cried sadly and left tears. The fir trees also began to shed leaves, which were extremely gorgeous. The bright red color on the ground dazzled me.
Only then did I know that the air was really quiet and I couldn't see the jubilation of herons and magpies. The world is so empty, there is nothing in it, but nothing can hold it.
The sky is no longer high and blue, but deeply and secretly pressing my world. Only then did I know that winter really came, as if yesterday was thousands of miles away.
Somehow, the winter solstice doesn't feel like winter for a long time, although it is still often bitterly cold. A few weeks ago, it snowed, but it didn't look like snow.
It's too thin. The leaves are just a little white. It is more appropriate to call it frost than snow. This snow is too insignificant to be suitable for winter.
This kind of snow is just a kind of helplessness, sandwiched between autumn and winter, but the snow is confused. But now, winter has indeed come, using falling snowflakes as her only makeup point to calm the world down.
Really feel the weakness of the sun, standing alone in the sky, losing his clouds. Maybe he still has his glory, but he can only be helpless, helpless in the alternation of seasons.
Suddenly there was a cold feeling, a kind of creepy feeling from the bottom of my bones. I am like the thin snow.
6. Ask for an essay of more than 800 words with the title "If winter comes, can spring be far behind". When winter comes, it gives the earth not warmth, but frightful cold.
The earth is bare and cold. All creatures became silent and endured this severe winter ... I remember Darwin's famous saying: "Natural selection, survival of the fittest."
Based on this ever-changing world, it is not easy to stand the test of nature and become a strong man. Look at the grass on the roadside. Isn't it getting thinner and yellower at this time? The earth feeds it, but it is not a hotbed, but a barren land.
What the earth gives it is not a gentle spring breeze, but a daunting chill. Grass, but not a trace of * * *, sigh.
Although the appearance is weak, there is a life like fire. It proudly stands tall and slender waist, and looks straight at the cold whip in the hands of the timid in the severe winter! The grass endures and struggles, and has a strong belief in its weak form-winter has come, can spring be far behind? Cold winds come and go.
Spring breeze, warm spring breeze, green spring breeze finally drifted in! It warms all frozen life, awakens all sleeping creatures, and the vicious cold wind has fled to nowhere ... "Wildfire never completely devoured them, and they grew taller in the spring breeze." I was delighted to find that the grass on the roadside also turned green, and some small flowers mixed in the grass also opened, adding a little vitality to this piece of green.
Trees have also sprouted buds ... We are heading for Guo Hua in search of spring. It is said that in spring, Guo Hua becomes a beautiful mountain.
I searched hard on the road to catch the breath of spring. Gee, the small trees and rocks beside the railway were all dressed in green for a while. Oh, that must be the result of their struggle with the severe winter.
Otherwise, how can the green leaves be so green and lovely? What happened to Peach Blossom? Didn't you used to dress up as Huaguoshan with a smile? Why don't you pick us up now? Shy, or because ... I'm a little confused. Snow-white plum blossoms don't know where to hide.
Are they afraid of cold? Was it dismembered? No, I'm sure they will. They will ... Walk. Ah, what's that? Pink pink, clusters are shaking slightly, getting closer and closer, it really is peach blossom! I have a little sweet feeling in my heart, really.
It did come to pick us up. Looking at the peach blossom, the pink smile is "how beautiful!" "I praised in my heart, after all, winter is not good. Strong outside and hollow inside, even peach blossoms hundreds of times more precious than grass can't be conquered.
I really want to shout: "I found it! I found it! " Yes, grass and peach blossoms, those who have overcome the severe winter, they have won, because they have an idea: if winter comes, can spring be far behind? My face crawled out of the green leaves and looked around sweetly like me.