1. Composition about Phoenix: Woodpecker and Phoenix Once upon a time, Phoenix was the king of birds. It is so beautiful that 90% of the birds in the flock have to go to it to sign their names.
One day, a tree was sick. When woodpeckers knew about it, they came in a hurry with a medicine box. It first took out the tools from the medicine box and was helping the sick tree to cure the disease. After being cured, it just wants to take the medicine box home. Phoenix happened to pass by here. He saw a small medicine box next to the woodpecker and proudly laughed at it and said,' I said, wow, why don't you do this? Look at me, I have become a big star in Hollywood, and it is glorious and proud to meet anyone. Look at you, a broken doctor, it's no big deal. What a fool! "The woodpecker felt his heart broken when he heard this, because being a doctor can help others, and this is also his dream. The woodpecker was very sad and stayed there quietly. After staying for a long time, it suddenly began to rain cats and dogs. It flew home quickly, but it turned into "soaking chicken". The woodpecker lay in bed and fell asleep slowly.
The next day, the woodpecker woke up. He saw a poster at the door, which read "Bird King Voting Competition". Please go and attend.
Woodpeckers saw it and flew to the arena. The tree said, "I am the referee, I ... Ah!" " Before his words were finished, he suddenly fell down. Fortunately, the woodpecker brought the medicine box, and quickly took out the stethoscope and listened to it in the trunk. Oh! It turns out that there is a pest doing morning exercises in it. Woodpeckers took out the pests with their mouths and swallowed them. The tree perked up again and said, "Keep playing! Please raise your hand if the first phoenix has one vote. " No one raised their hands. It also says, "If you vote for the woodpecker, please raise your hand." As soon as the voice fell, the audience raised their hands high. The referee said, "Now, I declare the woodpecker the king of birds!" " "After the game, Phoenix said to the woodpecker," I'm sorry, woodpecker, it's all my fault that I accused you just now. "Woodpecker said," it doesn't matter, as long as you admit your mistake, I will forgive you. "
Finally, the woodpecker really forgave Phoenix. Look, Phoenix is going to be a doctor now!
Second, the composition describing the phoenix: I am with the phoenix, and the scene of birds flying towards the phoenix is gorgeous, suffocating and out of reach; The courage of the phoenix's nirvana is desperate and embarrassing, and the phoenix's eyes are arrogant; The romance of Feng Qiuhuang's piano music is desirable. Although it is hermaphrodite, it is the same phoenix that lives on the buttonwood. And I, carrying a stone-like schoolbag all day, wandered around the campus. The faint fragrance of books and fresh grass will only make me more distracted. I finally climbed out of the study, but at home I just stayed in my room, pretending to be a young woman in literature and art, reading poetry and prose and listening to classical music. There is no interweaving point between the bathing phoenix and the boring me. However, the initial dream is an eternal melody. The phoenix tree perches on a phoenix, which means that the phoenix knows forbearance and knows that there is no need to fight for the glory of that moment. As for me, of course I would like to be unknown, because I know that the fledgling eagle has no proud capital, and if it is too eye-catching, it will only be a flash in the pan.
Phoenix is aloof and noble. It doesn't drink dew in the morning, eat fresh bamboo, or live on buttonwood for thousands of years. Phoenix is classified by color, and there are many kinds, such as crimson rosefinch, blue-blue qingluan, orange pomfret, snow-white swan and deep-purple pomfret. Not only are there many requirements, but there are also many kinds. There are many legends about the phoenix. Fengyi means that when the phoenix flies in the air, it dances beautifully and is full of elegance. Rebirth by fire means that every time the phoenix dies, there is a fire, and the phoenix is reborn in this fire. It is the persistence of the phoenix that makes this miracle spread through the ages. Phoenix is willing to be reborn by the raging fire, rather than hiding in the corner. It is precisely because of the unwillingness of Phoenix, the pride in Phoenix's heart and the innate king's breath that Phoenix has the courage to challenge Nirvana and regain a new life. Behind all this is the lonely efforts of Phoenix under the plane tree, the rebirth of Phoenix again and again, and the encouragement of Phoenix and Phoenix, which have created the infinite scenery of Phoenix.
So is the gorgeous and famous Phoenix, and so is the lazy and ordinary me.
My personality is lively, willful, stubborn, unruly, and perhaps, a little melodramatic and diverse. My request is no less than that of Phoenix. I don't drink juice, eat meat, and don't live in a room of 140 square meters. Phoenix is classified by color, while I classify by time. In Chinese class, apart from being in a bad mood, you can also concentrate on listening. In English class, if there is no one around to influence me, I should take notes carefully and read the words after the teacher. Not necessarily if it's a math class. It's basically an out-of-body experience. Of course, if you are in a good mood, you are a good boy. There are many legends about Phoenix, and this young lady is also a collection of many words. Violent women, love to cry, love gossip, write good dishes ... the glory of Phoenix is beyond my reach, but I have some despair similar to Phoenix. In the eyes of others, even my parents, I have no idea what tension is and what pressure is. But I know that if I really want to fly to the branches and become a phoenix, it must be on the unknown plane tree, with three times more efforts than ordinary people, in exchange for the future blockbuster. Perhaps, only after experiencing nirvana and suffering from fire can we be truly reborn and face it again.
Feng Huang Yu Fei took his feathers and disappeared without a trace. Indus drizzle, rustling leaves, shaking memories with the wind.
Third, the composition describing the phoenix: Phoenix I hope to be a phoenix, not because of its beauty and nobility, but because it can be reborn in the fire!
Someone once said: you didn't see the world clearly, but said it was the world that lied to you. Oh, I didn't see the world clearly.
When we knew that we would be locked up in this senior prison for more than two weeks, I was speechless, my deskmate was silent, and the front table broke out. The front desk looked indignant, and this indignation was pushed back by the teacher. But the rumors continue. Finally, four people were called out of the classroom with us. They said they were depressed, wanted to sing, and wanted to run, so we went to an empty corner to make a hullabaloo about like a group of lunatics while others were studying. We sang: love for love's sake ... and sing: the river of no return, the waves have gone ... but who knows what kind of sadness it is. I seem to see the victims of the college entrance examination system, four sad people who are overwhelmed by study.
At this time, I am exhausted physically and mentally, and I want to start a new life after being burned to ashes in the fire like a phoenix.
I am just disappointed in life, just disappointed in the world.
Han Han sang in a song: at the beginning of a beautiful story, tragedy is counting down, and I can't stop.
Oh! The beginning of a beautiful story, the tragedy is counting down!
I thought I had found a bosom friend. I thought we would spend high school happily together. However, I was wrong.
After the final exam, everyone was relieved. She invited many friends to play together. They are in full swing in the dormitory and classroom, very lively, but this excitement is theirs, and I have nothing. Did I do something wrong? Isn't she my best friend? Then why didn't she call me? The person next to him said, "Hey! Come with us! " I reluctantly smiled and stopped going. "Why!" I pointed to the clouds in the sky and said, look how beautiful.
I'm not sad, I don't cry, I'm just a little disappointed in the world.
During their heated discussion, yes, I want to become a phoenix, escape from this world in the fire, forget everything by rebirth and start a bright life.
I often see a picture in my mind of an isolated general standing on the vast desert with his sword dyed red with blood. The setting sun stretched his figure, and the gutter stinks. Behind them are bodies all over the mountains. The front is the horseshoe of a powerful enemy, and the general still stands there, silently accepting everything.
This is a kind of solemn and stirring, the general is like a phoenix burning in the fire, and he will be reborn in the fire!
I wish I were a phoenix. When I am physically and mentally exhausted and completely disappointed with the world, I can burn to ashes in the fire and be reborn.
1, sometimes a person does nothing in the room and cries when he feels wronged. After crying, he seems to have