I like to close my eyes and use my ears to feel everything around me. I also like to embody a special sense of hearing in nature.
"Ding dong, ding dong, ding ding dong dong." This is the creek singing. I walked slowly along the creek and listened to the singing of the stream. Listening to the sound of water drops hitting the stone, listening to them rushing towards the stone desperately, time and time again, the sound of impact became more violent, and finally seemed to knock the stone away, because the joyful and light sound was restored again, I seemed to still You can hear the sound of the earth under your feet sucking the water from the stream, and the joyful cries of the grass blades absorbing nutrients. I laughed, and I was moved by the obscurity of the streams. Although they do not have the waves of rivers or the vastness of the sea, they do their best to rush into the distance and nourish the earth along the way. I listened to the cheerful "ding dong, ding dong, ding ding dong dong" of the creek. I stood for a while and listened to them running into the distance.
"Pah! Pah!" I walked towards the sound. It was the sound of wild lilies blooming on the cliff. I kept paying attention to the small patch of wild lilies and listened to them grow slowly. Flowers on the cliff are generally not noticed by people, they are too inconspicuous. But I know each other by their voices. The wild lilies are not afraid of this lonely corner. They still grow up little by little and laugh happily. This time, they can finally show their most beautiful faces. The wild lilies are blooming together, so beautiful! I smiled happily and thanked Ye Lily for teaching me that no matter what harsh environment you live in, you should try your best. Even if others don't notice you, you must shine your most dazzling light. "Pah! Pah!" The wild lilies continue to bloom, and I wish you all the best.
"Buzz, buzz, buzz." This is the group of flower elves, they are flying among the flowers, working hard. The bees carry little baskets and spread the fragrance of love in the flowers. They allow the flowers to have love and crystallize, and the huge fruits are the best wedding gifts. Bees work hard to collect honey and brew it slowly, like wine, the more it brews, the stronger it becomes. However, they do not taste the sweetest wine in the world by themselves, but offer it to humans for free. I like this group of elves, they make me understand the joy of selfless dedication. "Buzz, buzz, buzz." They are always working, and I praise you.
Walking in nature, I experienced this special sense of hearing. It is not only felt with the ears, but also with the soul. I love this hearing, I need this hearing, never let it leave me.
An essay about hearing of about 600 words
Hearing jungle White cotton flying everywhere, overflowing blue crystals, beautiful and elegant purple hearing, a dreamlike jungle.
Blocked by the leaves and reflecting the green sunlight, the charming branches made a squeaking sound.
Keep the milky white mood milk and raise a glass to celebrate with the Grasshopper. The red sunset in the evening illuminates our second cheer, but we can’t find the end because it hasn’t stopped at all. .
Maybe there is a story of the end hidden at the end of the dream. The elegant dance skirt lifts up the thin yarn and covers one side of the crystal. Only the ending song as loud as a bell in the air is rejoicing. I will only Smile just listen to it again, listen to the call of Jin Ling, from beginning to end.
Time and space are distorted by the auditory jungle. The squeaking sound replays the first time in childhood, and the hearing also grows up and becomes a jungle. I believe that it will also grow into a forest in the future! Age makes me have to listen to life, and my hearing has grown into a jungle for me. A leaf is the first time I hear my mother’s voice, and a flower is the first time I hear the sound of birds. My jungle is All the sounds I hear! As I grew up, the jungle also grew up.
I have a bag of music, given by happiness; I have a bag of wind, given by nature; I have a bag of love, given to me by the hearing jungle, the most beautiful The most beautiful! The composition focuses on hearing, 500 words
I like to close my eyes and use my ears to feel everything around me, and I also like to embody a special kind of hearing in nature.
"Ding dong, ding dong, ding ding dong dong.
"This is the creek singing. I walked slowly along the creek and listened to the singing of the stream. .
Listen to the sound of water drops hitting the stone, listen to them rushing towards the stone desperately, again and again, the sound of impact becomes more violent, and finally it seems that the stone is knocked away, because the joy is restored With the brisk sound, I seemed to be able to hear the sound of the earth under my feet sucking the water from the stream, and the joyful cry of the grass blades absorbing nutrients.
I laughed, and I was moved by the obscurity of the streams. Although they do not have the waves of rivers or the vastness of the sea, they do their best to rush into the distance and nourish the earth along the way.
I listened to the cheerful "ding dong, ding dong, ding ding dong dong" of the creek.
I stood for a while and listened to them running into the distance.
"Pah! Pah!" I walked towards the sound. It was the sound of wild lilies blooming on the cliff. I kept paying attention to the small patch of wild lilies and listened to them grow slowly.
Flowers on the cliff are generally not noticed by people because they are too inconspicuous.
But I know each other by our voices.
The wild lilies are not afraid of this lonely corner. They still grow up little by little and laugh happily. This time, they can finally show their most beautiful faces.
The wild lilies are blooming together, so beautiful! I smiled happily and thanked Ye Lily for teaching me that no matter what harsh environment you live in, you should try your best. Even if others don't notice you, you must shine your most dazzling light.
"Pah! Pah!" The wild lilies continue to bloom, and I wish you all the best.
"Buzz, buzz, buzz."
"This is the group of flower elves, they are flying among the flowers, working hard.
The bees carry little baskets and spread the fragrance of love in the flowers.
They allow the flowers to have love and crystallization. The huge fruits are the best wedding gifts.
Bees work hard to collect honey and brew it slowly, just like wine, the more it brews, the stronger it becomes.
However, they did not taste the sweetest wine in the world for themselves, but dedicated it to mankind for free.
I like this group of elves, they make me understand the joy of selfless dedication.
"Buzz, buzz, buzz.
"They are always working, I praise you.
Walking in nature, I experienced this special kind of hearing. It is not only felt with the ears, but also with the soul.
I like this kind of hearing, I need this kind of hearing, never let it leave me. Vision, Smell, Touch, Hearing An 800-word composition
Autumn Colors "The autumn wind is mixed with autumn rain, adding a touch of cool night. The whistling is endless, and the fallen leaves dance leisurely." Yes! The autumn wind blows and the autumn rain passes by. Mother Qiu is busy covering the trees with gold.
Looking from afar, it looks like a vast "golden sea".
The autumn wind swept by, and the leaves fell one after another, some dancing like butterflies; some flying like orioles spreading their wings; and some spinning lightly like dancers.
The fallen leaves on the ground are like a thick golden blanket.
Although autumn is not as lively as spring when flowers are blooming, nor is it as lively as summer when trees are lined with trees, it attracts people with its attractive autumn colors and golden fruits.
I love to see the bright moon on the Mid-Autumn Night; I love to see the beautiful autumn chrysanthemums in Yingze Park; I love to see the neatly lined up geese heading south; I love to see the clear Fen River water reflecting the blue sky; and I love to see pearls even more. The granary is filled with grains, and the branches are covered with heavy apples.
In autumn, the chrysanthemums stand proudly against the cold wind, graceful and graceful.
There are red, white, yellow, purple, pink... colorful, making autumn look beautiful.
Isn’t there a saying that says, “Chrysanthemums are not preferred among flowers, and there will be no more flowers after all the flowers have bloomed.
” In autumn, Jueiwei Mountain is covered with red leaves, red like flames and like sunset. It seems to disdain cold autumn, it is true that "frost leaves are as red as February flowers."
How can you not love this beautiful autumn color! Entering autumn We enter autumn. The ears of rice, sunflowers, apples, grapes, corn, and sorghum are all mature, and the beautiful wild chrysanthemums are also fragrant in the fields.
The ears of rice are mature, and the golden face is like a beautiful piece of gold, shining in the sun.
The sunflowers are mature, and they all bow their heads and bend over, as if they are walking with their backs bent.
The apples were cooled by the autumn wind, and everyone wore a red cotton-padded jacket, as if red lanterns were hung on every branch.
Every branch.
The grapes were also cooled by the autumn wind, and each one of them was covered with a purple robe, as if the grapes were also blown by the autumn wind. Like beautiful purple pearls, the strings are so beautiful! Corn held up the red tassel and opened her mouth happily, as if she had forgotten all the worries of the summer.
Gao Liang smiled with a red face, as if he had been praised by others and was so happy that he couldn't open his mouth from ear to ear.
The wild chrysanthemums are also fragrant in autumn. I walk on the paths in the fields and gently smell the fragrance of the wild chrysanthemums. They are as beautiful and beautiful as roses, honeysuckles, morning glory and cactus flowers.
In autumn, there are those golden ears of rice, in autumn, there are those golden ears of rice, oily yellow sunflowers, fiery red apples, purple grapes, yellow corn, and red sorghum, that's it. The beauty! ah! Autumn is so colorful! How glorious you are! How noble you are! You are not only a season of beauty, but also a season of harvest.
I want to thank autumn, because autumn brings us food and fills the world with beauty.
Ah! Autumn, how great you are! Sunset After dinner today, my friends and I were playing in the yard. We played for a while, and when we were tired, we lay down on the soft sand and looked at the sky. Suddenly, a piece of sunset floated into my sight, and I looked around I looked at it and saw more sunset glow. I looked carefully and found that the sunset glow looked like many things.
Some sunsets are like an old hen, with little chicks covered with yellow feathers. Behind them, there is a piece of sunset chasing closely like a vicious dog. Suddenly, the hen turns around and goes away. The hen turned around and pecked the evil dog, driving it away.
Some sunsets are like a dozen horses. They are galloping in the wilderness, seeming to be competing with who can run the fastest. After a while, a horse crosses the finish line first. It is the horse in the group. The strong one is the leader of the horses. I want to be the first no matter what I do in life and not fall behind others.
Some sunsets are like a few children playing together. Sometimes they play in the river; So happy.
The sunset is so beautiful, why didn’t I notice it before? An 800-word composition about the auditory description of the moon
I love the moon, its purity, its eternity, and its mystery.
The Mid-Autumn Festival is here.
In order to watch the moonrise, I went out early in the evening and waited for the moonrise.
At this time, the sky gradually darkened, and the earth was enveloped in a hazy night.
The Moon Girl quietly showed her round smiling face and looked down at the vast land.
The villages, mountains, rivers, and fields are like lifelike jade sculptures, solemn and beautiful.
The river that has been running all day flows slowly under the bright moonlight.
The evening breeze blows, and the waves sparkle, like countless small fish chasing and jumping on the water.
There are many people enjoying the cool air on the beach by the river, relaxing and leisurely.
Even the singing, laughing, and talking sounds are as soft and harmonious as the moon.
The moon is rising higher and higher, and has climbed to the top of the building.
She looked down at the earth and spread her brilliance.
The bright moon was in the sky. I squinted my eyes and saw the blurry scenery in the bright moon.
Is it a mountain? Is it water? Is it the sky? Is it clouds? Or my shadow? "Who first saw the moon by the river, and when did the moon first shine on people?" Although I am not the first person to see the moon, one thing is certain, that is the moon's selflessness, the moon's silent dedication, and her The sense of mystery that prompts human beings to continue to explore.
Perhaps the dark spots on the moon are mountains with treasures waiting for us to exploit them.
Ah, the moon, you are a gurgling stream, sending people emotional living water all the time. You are the doting child of literati in the past dynasties, making their writings remain young and brilliant for thousands of years.
You have accompanied mankind through a long period of time, through vicissitudes of life, high mountains and flatlands.
Your rich experience and your weathered beauty will always make the world feel like facing an eminent monk who has attained enlightenment - elusive and out of reach.
Your purity, eternity, and mystery will always be favored in the long river of time and space, and win the infinite attachment and praise of the world. Composition "Audio Perspective" 600 words
Whenever I encounter difficulties and setbacks in life and study, I will think of what my parents said to me: "Everything has two sides. There are many people who only listen from the perspective of listening." Thinking about problems on one side, it is difficult for them to find the right way to solve the problem, and thinking only from one perspective will lead people to mistakes and extremes.
"In studying, I am most likely to solve problems. We need to do this because the question maker will use language to lead us to errors, so doing this will make the difficulties encountered easier. The questions solved in this way must be correct. I once read such a Story: "A young man was fired from his company. Because he lost his job, he felt that he had no courage to live.
It felt like the whole world had become gray, without sunshine and color. < /p>
When he was on his way home, he saw a middle-aged man sitting on a chair basking in the sun. His mother looked to be over fifty and was still taking care of him.
He felt that he didn't need others to take care of him, which showed that he was still very capable.
Thinking of this, he left.
The next day, he came here again. When he saw the middle-aged man's mother, he stepped forward and asked. After asking, he found out that the middle-aged man's legs were paralyzed because of polio as a child.
He misunderstood the middle-aged man because he did not understand the situation
This made him feel very ashamed. Although the middle-aged man had polio, he still persisted in fighting the disease. I feel that I should go in and get rid of the shadow of life.
This story taught me that only observing one side will change the nature of things and prevent people from seeing the true face of the world.
Observe the world from a different angle, and let the world appear in front of us with a new look. Please use your sense of sight, hearing, and smell to write a scene composition. Please do it better...
< p> The golden autumn time keeps flowing forward, and the weather gradually cools down. The noisy cicadas are blown away by autumn, and are replaced by the mournful chirping of crickets in the cracks of the stone slabs under the steps at night.Ah! That lovely autumn is finally here.
Autumn is more prosperous than spring. Spring with brilliant flowers and trees is beautiful, but the fruitful autumn colors reveal the joy of harvest; autumn is more colorful than summer, with dense branches and leaves. Although summer is charming, the autumn colors on the trees full of golden leaves are more refreshing and pleasant; autumn is more vibrant than winter. The snow-covered winter is lovely, but the golden autumn with the fragrance of melons and fruits is more brilliant and colorful. .
Autumn has come to the woods. From a distance, the yellow leaves are falling like groups of golden butterflies. They are tired of flying and fall on my shoulders, head and feet.
It brings my thoughts from green summer to golden autumn.
As soon as I turned around, a peach leaf fell beside me again. I bent down to pick it up, held it in my hand, and looked at it carefully. It was such a special autumn leaf! It has not completely faded away from its green color yet, and still exudes a strong fragrance.
Autumn came to the orchard. Persimmon bent down and bowed so hard that the branches were about to break. Sister Lychee was so fat that her clothes burst, revealing her bulging, white belly.
Huge apples hang all over the branches, showing sweet smiles, either shy or bold.
When the autumn girl came to the farmland, the corn was very happy. It specially changed into a new golden dress and grinned, showing a mouth full of golden teeth; in order to make itself more beautiful, the tomatoes Putting lipstick on his face; Potato's excitement may have been too high, and his green mouth broke into a smile, revealing his yellow tongue.
Autumn has come to the garden, and it has become a paradise for chrysanthemums.
Maybe they like this heavy golden color, so they choose to bloom their beauty in autumn.
There are so many colors of chrysanthemums: yellow, pink, white... The big flowers, with curly petals, look like a little girl with curly hair.
Linger in the chrysanthemum garden or admire a pot of chrysanthemums alone, and slowly be intoxicated by the fragrance.
Autumn brings a golden color to the earth and cotton-like clouds to the blue sky.
The autumn wind is as cool as water, dyeing the world yellow with a hint of chill.
I love this crisp autumn season! I like autumn with its lush leaves and unpretentious chrysanthemums.
I like this unique and brilliant golden autumn scenery.
Autumn is really a harvest season. The sound of lawn mowers, the laughter of children, and the laughter of adults merge together to form a symphony of "Golden Autumn" . An article about writing an article using only hearing.
What should I imagine? What should I say about being afraid of the moonlight? If you have not gone through all the vicissitudes of life, you will not be afraid of the night. What words can make the past have a sense of picture and rhyme sadness? It's all written on paper. After you left, I played on the guitar. I sang softly. I learned to use lyrics to heal. I used my hearing to write articles. I shortened all the embarrassments you gave me in the past into the length of a song. I sang softly. I learned to use words to forgive. Read Looking back at the old days, I found out that the lies you told me are not even written in ***. The tears shining on your face are a little unnatural. How can you forget that you once fell in love with me? There is no answer. Your appearance of not looking back makes the memories broken into fragments. Unable to resist being cut by fragments, the words you promised became dirty. I sang softly and learned to use lyrics to heal. I wrote articles using my hearing. I shortened all the embarrassments you gave me in the past into the length of a song. I sang softly and learned to use words to forgive. Read Looking back at the old days, I find that the lies you told me are not yet dry. Who said that there must be a pond where the rain falls? Distance creates the beauty of love. Some people can only appreciate the scenery from a distance. The essay contains writing about taste, touch, hearing, smell and vision 250 The words left and right
Autumn Colors: "The autumn wind is mixed with the autumn rain, and the coolness of the night is added. The whistling is endless, and the fallen leaves dance leisurely." Yes! The autumn wind blows and the autumn rain passes by. Mother Qiu is busy covering the trees with gold.
Looking from afar, it looks like a vast "golden sea".
The autumn wind swept by, and the leaves fell one after another, some dancing like butterflies; some flying like orioles spreading their wings; and some spinning lightly like dancers.
The fallen leaves on the ground are like a thick golden blanket.
Although autumn is not as lively as spring when flowers are blooming, nor is it as lively as summer when trees are lined with trees, it attracts people with its attractive autumn colors and golden fruits.
I love to see the bright moon on the Mid-Autumn Night; I love to see the beautiful autumn chrysanthemums in Yingze Park; I love to see the neatly lined up geese heading south; I love to see the clear Fen River water reflecting the blue sky; and I love to see pearls even more. The granary is filled with grains, and the branches are covered with heavy apples.
In autumn, the chrysanthemums stand proudly against the cold wind, graceful and graceful.
There are red, white, yellow, purple, pink... colorful, making autumn look beautiful.
Isn’t there a saying that says, “Chrysanthemums are not preferred among flowers, and there will be no more flowers after all the flowers have bloomed.
” In autumn, Jueiwei Mountain is covered with red leaves, red like flames and like sunset. It seems to disdain cold autumn, it is true that "frost leaves are as red as February flowers."
How can you not love this beautiful autumn color! Entering autumn We enter autumn. The ears of rice, sunflowers, apples, grapes, corn, and sorghum are all mature, and the beautiful wild chrysanthemums are also fragrant in the fields.
The ears of rice are mature, and the golden face is like a beautiful piece of gold, shining in the sun.
The sunflowers are mature, and they all bow their heads and bend over, as if they are walking with their backs bent.
The apples were cooled by the autumn wind, and everyone wore a red cotton-padded jacket, as if red lanterns were hung on every branch.
Every branch.
The grapes were also cooled by the autumn wind, and each one of them was covered with a purple robe, as if the grapes were also blown by the autumn wind. Like beautiful purple pearls, the strings are so beautiful! Corn held up the red tassel and opened her mouth happily, as if she had forgotten all the worries of the summer.
Gao Liang smiled with a red face, as if he had been praised by others and was so happy that he couldn't open his mouth from ear to ear.
The wild chrysanthemums are also fragrant in autumn. I walk on the paths in the fields and gently smell the fragrance of the wild chrysanthemums. They are as beautiful and beautiful as roses, honeysuckles, morning glory and cactus flowers.
In autumn, there are those golden ears of rice, in autumn, there are those golden ears of rice, oily yellow sunflowers, fiery red apples, purple grapes, yellow corn, and red sorghum, that's it. The beauty! ah! Autumn is so colorful! How glorious you are! How noble you are! You are not only a season of beauty, but also a season of harvest.
I want to thank autumn, because autumn brings us food and fills the world with beauty.
Ah! Autumn, how great you are! Sunset After dinner today, my friends and I were playing in the yard. We played for a while, and when we were tired, we lay down on the soft sand and looked at the sky. Suddenly, a piece of sunset floated into my sight, and I looked around I looked at it and saw more sunset glow. I looked carefully and found that the sunset glow looked like many things.
Some sunsets are like an old hen, with little chicks covered with yellow feathers. Behind them, there is a piece of sunset chasing closely like a vicious dog. Suddenly, the hen turns around and goes away. The hen turned around and pecked the evil dog, driving it away.
Some sunsets are like a dozen horses. They are galloping in the wilderness, seeming to be competing with who can run the fastest. After a while, a horse crosses the finish line first. It is the horse in the group. The strong one is the leader of the horses. I want to be the first no matter what I do in life and not fall behind others.
Some sunsets are like a few children playing together. Sometimes they play in the river; So happy.
The sunset is so beautiful, why didn’t I notice it before? Grandpa’s courtyard In the early morning, a burst of birdsong like silver bells woke up the sleeping earth.
I opened my sleepy eyes, put on my clothes, and came to my grandpa’s farmyard.
I looked up at the sky, and the white fish belly appeared in the east. The small courtyard gradually came alive in the rising sun.
Look, the rooster walked up to the courtyard wall with his head held high and his chest puffed out, and cried "Oooh"; the bird stood on the treetop and sang "Chirp" , like happy notes one by one; there is a curl of smoke from the chimney, it is so warm, I think it must be grandma starting to cook.
After breakfast, the sun has risen very high.
The small courtyard suddenly became brighter.
Peonies, roses, clivias... all blooming in the sunshine.
The peonies are blooming brightly, and each one looks like the bright smiling faces of children.
The red, yellow and pink roses dance in the breeze, like a graceful girl.
Clivia is blooming in the corner, but it is not ostentatious, as if it is showing its gentlemanly demeanor.
There is an apricot tree in the middle of the yard. It looks so tall among the flowers, and it stretches its strips of paper to all sides.
On the branches, there are small oval leaves, emerald green.
Pushing aside the dense leaves, I also saw small apricots, like beating little hearts, showing us its strong vitality.
What surprised me even more was that in the clump of bamboo at the entrance of the courtyard, there was a small drop of water hanging on the tip of each leaf.
I asked my grandfather why there was a crystal dewdrop hanging on each bamboo leaf.
My grandfather told me that bamboo absorbs as much water as possible at night to supply its growth needs until it reaches the leaf tips.
I suddenly realized that this patch of dark green was the manifestation of its vitality.
It was gradually reaching noon, and in the moist earthy smell, I smelled waves of tangy fragrance.
When I looked up, I saw that it was coming from the locust tree outside the yard.
The branches are full of white sophora flowers, like a mountain of silver.
It’s like “a sudden spring breeze comes overnight, and thousands of locust trees bloom”! Bees are buzzing, adding more vitality to the courtyard.
This is my grandpa’s courtyard, a vibrant courtyard! If there are too many, you can filter them yourself. A 500-word essay on scenery from a visual or auditory perspective
A hundred years ago you were looking at the scenery on the road, and thousands of years later we are looking at you in poems, so you have become a bright landscape in the eyes of future generations. .
From the top of the mountain, you can see all the mountains and small mountains at a glance.
——Du Fu? At the age of twenty, you are full of ambitions and come to Dongyue Mount Tai, ready to see its elegance.
.You can't help but want to climb this mountain peak and experience the lofty state of "seeing all the small mountains at a glance" from the top of the mountain. That is also your political ideal! Your greatest lyricism has become the scenery we pursue tirelessly on the road of life.
After a leisurely dinner, you, who are not interested in life, take a walk on the road. Under the bright moon, you startle the flower magpie on the tree and fly away singing a song.
A breeze blows, and you hear the chirping of cicadas. Along with the fragrance of rice flowers, you hear the croaking of frogs, which seem to be telling the joy of the harvest.
There are seven or eight stars in the sky, and it is raining in front of the mountain. What a pleasant life! Turning over the bridge, you see the old thatched shop.
Refreshing and refreshing, it turns out that there are three kinds of human emotions, whether they are sad or free and easy, they are still indifferent to favors and humiliations, and the leisure and tranquility that is unintentional will be the most beautiful scenery on the road of life.
The scenery in my eyes "Life is like a journey, you don't have to care about the destination, what you care about is the scenery along the way and the mood of watching the scenery..." This is my favorite advertisement—— Because although it is short, it contains profound philosophy.
Landscape is everywhere because it is integrated into our lives.
The scenery in my eyes does not need to be elegant or magnificent, it can be simple and kind. In my eyes, a sunny day is a kind of scenery, and a rainy day is also a kind of scenery.
On a sunny day, we can bathe in the sunshine and be close to the embrace of nature; on a rainy day, we can sit at the window, look at the scenery outside the window, let our thoughts fly thousands of miles away, and let our hearts wash away Melancholy leaves behind happiness, washes away the dust and leaves behind purity.
The scenery in my eyes does not need to be grand and spectacular, nor does it need to be famous at home and abroad. It can be fresh and natural. In my eyes, a small piece of grass is a scenery that makes me happy. I can greedily inhale the faint fragrance of grass in the air and walk in the shallow grass. I like the feeling of my trousers being wet with dew. Although I cannot taste the taste of grass like a cow, I can sleep soundly on the grass. Last night, I let nature stretch out in my dream; in my eyes, a delicate orchid is better than those famous mountains and rivers. The Buddha said: "One flower, one world, one leaf, one Bodhi". I can smell the light The fragrance of flowers, listening to the sound of flowers blooming and falling, feeling everything with my heart, I want to share the joy of blooming with orchids, and feel the magnificence of flowers withering; I want to break off one and give it to my beloved, to my Mother, let them share the joy of discovering the scenery with me.
Ginkgo leaves in autumn The autumn girl came happily dancing a beautiful waltz.
The leaves gradually lost their green luster and unknowingly put on golden dresses.
I picked off a piece, put it in my hand and stroked it carefully.
It's not smooth, but it's not rough either.
The autumn wind took away its moisture, making it a bit hard.
There was a small crack in the middle of the leaf, as if someone had accidentally torn it open.
I looked at the leaf toward the sun, and the meridians on the leaf were clearly displayed. They looked like human blood vessels! I put the leaf in front of my nose and took a deep breath. The faint fragrance entered my lungs leisurely. It was the smell of nature.
The leaves of the tree are like small unfolded fans, and like beautiful butterflies, resting quietly on the branches.
The leaves are green in spring and plump in summer. In autumn, the leaves of ginkgo come in many colors, some are green with yellow, some are half yellow and half green, and some are all yellow.
The sun shines in, and the leaves are dazzling in the sunshine, as if lovely life is leaping among the branches; the leaves that are not illuminated by the sun are swaying on the branches not to be outdone.
When the wind blows, they will take the opportunity to get close, whispering in a rustling manner, and some reluctantly leave the embrace of the tree, dancing and falling in mid-air... After the wind passes, He regained his composure and seemed to be immersed in his own reverie, silent.
These ginkgo leaves do not know what death is, nor do they know that spring will come again.
They are born for the big tree, and countless leaves do the same job - dedicating the milk of life to the big tree.
These leaves are very simple, living in obscurity and without publicity.
However, this humble leaf can report the news of spring to people, bring people hope and joy; it can also provide people with green shade to rest when the sun is scorching; when autumn comes, it Be willing to sacrifice yourself, return to the roots of the tree, and return to the embrace of the earth.
The ginkgo leaves in autumn are far less vibrant than the leaves in spring and summer, but they are full and mature! Because it understands dedication, it is as it is now, selflessly and silently dedicated to the reincarnation of life.
The cold wind blows, and the golden ginkgo leaves fall down, as if telling a beautiful story...
Please indicate the source for reprinting? The composition is mainly based on hearing. 500 words