To use an object as a metaphor to describe a person is to use the characteristics of something to describe a person's character. It usually appears in a composition and is a common method used to express and highlight the central idea in a composition. The following is what I brought to you, welcome to read. Chapter 1: Using objects as metaphors for people: cactus

There are many cacti in my house, and I like them very much.

Cactus is a unique tropical plant with very tenacious vitality.

The cactus in a pot is very surprising with its indomitable character. They don't care whether there is water or not, whether it's hot or cold. The cactus on the balcony at home have been there for many years, just thrown there casually. They have never been weeded or fertilized, and sometimes they have not even been watered for ten days and a half. But they still stand upright and never get discouraged. It stands tall and vigorous in this position wherever it grows. In the hot and dry summer, other potted plants have already become dejected, but the cactus raises its head like a warrior and looks at the blue sky; in the bitterly cold winter, other potted plants have long been brought indoors by their owners, but The cactus also withstood the cold wind and was not afraid of the harsh environment around it. A piece of green cactus broke to the ground and everyone thought it was dead. No, you are wrong if you really think so. It uses the nutrients of the body to take root and cultivate a youthful little cactus. Who can compare with its tenacious vitality?

It withstands the test of the scorching sun day by day, month by month, and year by year, and grows happily.

Cactus does not have flowers that make people envious at first sight, nor does it have a colorful body. Its whole body is covered with needles, which makes people feel a chill when they see it. Its noble quality of obscurity and selfless dedication is so admirable. I love cactus. Chapter 2: Using objects as metaphors for people: ancient well

There is an ancient well at the east end of our village. The water in the well is cool and delicious. People in the village come here to get water. Gujing is like a warm mother, nurturing her children with her sweet milk.

The ancient well is only about ten meters away from our home. Every day from dawn to dusk, people fetching water pass by my house in an endless stream. The buckets jingle and the poles creak, like a happy country ditty. The road in front of the door is always wet, as if there has just been a spring rain.

Our neighbors are a pair of elderly people over sixty years old. The man was an old party member. He had injured his leg during the Anti-Japanese War and walked with a limp. The woman was short and thin, and her body was so thin that it was as if a gust of wind could blow her down. The old couple has only one daughter, who teaches abroad.

When the villagers saw that two old men had difficulty in using water, they helped one carry a load and the other a bucket. The old man’s water tank was always full. The two old men said many times that they would pay the people who helped them carry water, but no one would accept it.

"The days are long, and we can't always let everyone's efforts go in vain." The old couple said apologetically.

"How much effort did that ancient well give to people? But it never asked for payment from people." The villagers always persuaded the two old people like this.

What a wonderful ancient well. It not only provides the villagers with spring water of life, but also cultivates their character and makes them understand how to behave. Chapter 3: Using objects as metaphors for people: Plum Blossom Composition

Wang Anshi once wrote a poem called "Plum Blossom": There are several plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han blooms alone. I know it's not snow from afar, but only the faint fragrance. Plum blossoms bloom like this in winter, and their tiny branches bear the huge wind and cold. Opening in the wind and snow, his little pink flowers look particularly delicate and beautiful against the backdrop of the white snow.

Plum blossoms do not yield to pressure. They bloom proudly when other flowers wither. He opened up in the biting north wind, in the cold ice and snow. He did not beg Bei Feng for mercy. He told Bei Feng with his strong personality: "I will not give in!" Doesn't this mean that Meihua will not give in to pressure?

She is self-reliant and never relies on others to show her beauty like Morning Glory, but relies entirely on herself. She can still show her beauty and temperament without the help of outsiders. Isn’t it true that Plum Blossom’s spirit of not relying on outsiders and relying entirely on oneself is worthy of admiration and learning from all of us?

She is not picky about the environment and can grow in mountains, plains, canyons, etc. His spirit of not being picky and taking things as they come is certainly inspiring and inspiring!

Ah, plum blossoms! You are the messenger of beauty, and your spirit will always inspire me to move forward! Chapter 4: Using objects as metaphors for people

During the summer vacation in third grade, my parents and I went to the famous Mount Tai in Shandong.

On the way to Mount Tai, my mother asked me which plant I liked best, and I replied without thinking: "Of course it's the eye-catching peony!"

After more than six hours of turbulence, We finally arrived at the foot of Mount Tai. When we came to a valley, I suddenly found a big tree. The tree was very ordinary, but this big tree was unusual. It grew in the cracks of a huge stone. ! I was amazed by this discovery, how tenacious it is! According to the guide next to me, this big tree was originally a small seed that fell under the big rock. Later, the seed sprouted and slowly grew up. It was able to penetrate hard rocks. It has such tenacious vitality. Big tree!

This reminds me that plants have such great vitality, and we have arms and legs, let alone plants!

There is a famous painter in Taiwan who is as strong and unyielding as this big tree. He is the disabled Xie Kunshan.

Xie Kunshan started working when he was 16 years old. He lost an eye, a leg, and two arms due to an accident, but he remained unyielding. Later, he fell in love with painting. Because Xie Kunshan can only paint with his mouth biting the pen, when the brush is turned in his mouth, one stroke left and one stroke right, the pen draws on the canvas and draws in his mouth, but what is painted on the canvas is a pattern, and in his mouth There are wounds inside...

The strong and unyielding spirit of Dashu and Xie Kunshan shocked me. I want to learn from them! Chapter 5: Using objects as metaphors for people: grass

Grass, although ordinary and small, has perseverance and vitality; although it is not beautiful, it has extremely strong vitality; all of these are beneficial to life. The power you desire! Grass is not afraid of lightning strikes, storms, cold or heat. All this is the power of faith. The grass is eager for life and survival, so it stands up tenaciously!

I walked on the path, looking at the green and lush grass beside the road, and fell into deep thought... Perhaps, many people regard the grass as a symbol of weakness and incompetence. It is believed that their short bodies cannot withstand any wind and rain. But, I don’t think so, because in my eyes, the grass is so tenacious and full of vitality, and the most important thing is their own vitality and spirit

Once arrived In spring, the grass opens its hazy eyes and rushes out of the ground to share with people the joy and warmth brought by the spring girl. They are scattered all over the earth, paving a green carpet for the "mother soil" that raised them... The combination of these thousands of grasses allows people to see the greatness of life.

Of course, the respectability of grass is not only here, they also shine with a bright spot - their tenacious and unyielding spirit. Although the grass is not as tall and straight as the towering trees, nor as bright red and beautiful as the flowers, their spirit is enough to outweigh all this, enough to make people recognize and marvel at them again.

In the storm, the tall and straight trees were uprooted, and the colorful flowers were withered. However, the grass won the victory with a power more powerful than material power... Chapter 6: Using objects as metaphors for people: plum blossom

My favorite flower is plum blossom, because it is persevering and has tenacious perseverance.

Although the plum blossom is not as magnificent as the peony, nor as colorful as the rose...but it is fresh and refined, with pink petals in the white, wrapped in a yellow flower core that exudes a light fragrance. Next to one, it's so beautiful. The most important thing is that I am impressed by the spirit of plum blossoms. In the winter when the wind is biting and the snow is falling, other flowers are frightened by the cold and dare not stand up to face the cold wind and snow. Only this plum blossom blooms with a smile in the wind and snow, bringing a fragrance and vitality to the lifeless winter. Its tenacious vitality and spirit of not being afraid of cold wind and hardship have made countless people admire and cheer for it.

In life, shouldn’t we also be like plum blossoms? Just like the British female writer Charlotte. The Bront? sisters. They were born in an isolated village in Yorkshire, northern England. Their childhood was spent on charity from the rich and in charity schools. When they grew up, the three sisters developed a strong interest in literature and began to write poetry. They sent what they thought were their best poems to the great poets of the time, but they received ridicule and curses. But they were not discouraged and began to find a way out - writing novels. They kept writing down the sparks of ideas in their minds. Finally, they succeeded. As soon as the novel was published, it was loved by readers.

As a human being, you must be like a plum blossom. You must have unimaginable perseverance and tenacity to face difficulties. Only in this way can you succeed. Chapter 7: Using objects as metaphors for people: candles

"The spring silkworms will not run out of silk until they die, and the wax torches will dry up when they turn to ashes." This is a poem written by Li Shangyin, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, to praise people with dedication. . When I mention this sentence, I will think of the teachers who teach us knowledge. They are just such people.

The teacher stood on a seven-foot-wide podium, holding white chalk and writing on the blackboard, saying: "Remember this... pay attention to that..." That neat The handwriting and hoarse voice contain every drop of the teacher's sweat.

Teachers are hard-working. In order to teach students well, they attend classes during the day and prepare lessons until very late at night. Sometimes they even take care of them when they are sick and insist on attending class. Teachers are serious and attentive to every assignment and every exam paper. , all carefully correct and comment on each semester's student development report, and write down comments on each student's strengths and weaknesses one by one; the teacher is kind, and every time the school organizes an activity, the students will let their ducks in a row. However, the teacher is taking care of us and caring for us. When a classmate catches a cold or has a fever, the teacher promptly reminds the classmate to take medicine and drink water, and also makes up lessons for the classmate.

Teachers are like lit warm candles, burning themselves, illuminating others, imparting knowledge to us, and dedicating love to us. I want to thank our teachers. Chapter 8: Using objects as metaphors for people: Ode to chalk

"Squeak...squeak..." The chalk moved on the blackboard. Gradually, it changed from thick to tiny. Its thick body is gone, but it has become lines of text and pictures on the blackboard. These words lead us into the kingdom of knowledge; these paintings make us intoxicated with the beauty of the world. Let us raise the white sails of our hearts.

When it writes, draws, or paints the last word or picture for us. It disappeared, it disappeared silently, no one cheered for it, no one cried for it. How silent it is, and how great it is! What you experience from it is selfless dedication.

Dedication, dedication! What a simple word!

Dedication is a kind of beauty. Although it is invisible and intangible, it can be seen everywhere around us. For example, the traffic police on the street are for the smooth flow of traffic and the safety of drivers. Stick to your job every day and never cut corners for a little profit. No matter it is windy or rainy or snowy, no matter it is hot or cold, they always go to work on time every day and always "see the stars at both ends". Isn't this a kind of dedication?

Chalk, although his life is short, has selflessly dedicated all his life to people.

Writing this, I remembered Lei Feng’s famous saying: Human life is limited, but serving the people is unlimited. I must devote my limited life to unlimited service to the people. go!

Yes! Although life is short, as long as we learn and make sacrifices all the time, we will never regret it even if we die!