Spring is here and a green color is coming. There are many things that change into the beauty of spring.
From a distance, the high mountains appear and disappear, and you can only see the small hills like a wave of folds. The small lake is clear and bright, let people see like into the East China Sea Dragon Palace in general, many lotus leaves floating in the lake, like a boat, the lake fish in the water for a few bubbles, some of the fish jumped, out of the water, what a beautiful scene ah! There are villages on both sides of the lake, and the people of the villages are busy with their own affairs. Behind the villages are planted rosy peach trees with bright red flowers, how spiritual they are! Both sides also planted willow trees, willow trees by the wind uncle blowing, "hair" as in the combing hair like, dancing with the wind, but also planted green grass, red flowers, as if a watercolor painting.
On the other side of the river, there are fishermen fishing for fish, and there are farmers plowing the fields, some in the rice paddies. The rice paddies are green, as if they were painted with a layer of green paint. Free and easy little swallows from this side of the rice paddies in a flash to fly to the bottom of the willow tree there, some of them swept across the lake, the tail tip dipped in the surface of the water, the surface of the water immediately ripples, and some of them are still in the air to spread their wings, practicing to take off it. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that!
Look! This is the beautiful spring, beautiful scenery, how vibrant ah, really like a picture of spring! I love spring!
2. Description of the scene of the essayThe sunset glow lazily climbed over the mountain that white and smooth skin; warmly shone in this quiet land, the sky clouds drifted past, as if in the footsteps of the companion; warm blue jade-like lake slowly flowed, the lake side of the horizontal slanting a few boats, vaguely a few fishing fire in the shining. Perhaps the scenery is too lonely, the mood will sing, the song accompanied by the lake, to take me to the nostalgic past years, with a little sadness, but when I turned my head to leave, I saw the other side of the mountain, that is the sun rises again is the place ah, perhaps tomorrow spring will come! Warm sunlight flickering on the lake, the last batch of red leaves in the mountains and forests are still standing proudly in the branches, bright red and turquoise, this is not harmonious tone, composed of a unique winter scenery.
Sometimes, a gust of wind blew, without the leaves of the branches, issued a rustling sound, will also make people produce a kind of depression sad feeling. But you look at those branches, the new shoots have long been nurtured, the hairy inconspicuous shoots, so you immediately think of the future of the spring, think of the vibrant and colorful days.
Walking in the snow is even more interesting. There is only a trace of wind in the sky like holding a kite line holding the snow, look up, the wind dominated the pink butterfly-like snowflakes, a moment of oblique fall down, a moment of spinning and flying, a moment of leisurely swooping to the ground, falling on the body of pedestrians.
Snowflakes like a naughty child never tired of playing with people, whisking people's feverish face, into drops of water beads flowed to the eyebrows and beard, into a grain of small ice ballast. White snowflakes fall silently, fluttering flurry, not a moment, there is a thin layer of the ground, when your feet up, it will sing for you a happy footsteps "creak, creak,".
Accompanied by this footsteps you can unfold the wings of imagination, to pursue your best memories, to embrace the happiness of your heart! You may wish to take a deep breath that cool dipping sweet flowers will be immersed in your heart and spleen, you can not help but think of a pure heart, you will feel that the whole world is so pure Getting up in the morning, the winter fog is filled with. After the fog dispersed, immediately appeared a wondrous scene, the pine needles, condensed with a thick white frost, like a tree of white chrysanthemums; that deciduous tree branches wrapped in snow, like a strain of alabaster carving of the tree; weeping willows silver silk fluttering, bushes have become white coral bushes, a thousand shapes and sizes, it is a bewildering, trance and fairy tale world There are four seasons of the year, each season has a different scene, and I most I like the magnificent scenery of the winter snow. In winter, the snow people seem to come to a quiet realm, to a crystal clear fairy tale world.
The fragrance of the pine, the snow of the ice incense, give a person a kind of cool and soothing. Everything is filtered, everything is sublimated, even my mind is purified, become pure and beautiful.
Snow at dusk, deep cut, as if there are a thousand emotions like, and like the sea is generally raging, able to drown everything, there is a hint of unveiling the hidden head and tail like *** sense. Snowflakes form thousands, crystal bright, like a warrior on the march, wearing silver armor, but also like a piece of white sails in the voyage ...... The scenery in the snow is magnificent, between heaven and earth is colorful, you can only see a piece of silver, as if the whole world is decorated with silver to become.
After the snow, the sheer white snow decorating the world, agar branches and jade leaves, powdered jade, white color, really a school of snow in the year of the joyful scene. I love the snow, I love the snow scene, I love winter.
Winter is the wheel of the soul. Winter, although very cold, but it has an incomparable warmth and hope.
Winter is coming, spring will be far away?" The advent of winter, people have changed into heavy cotton clothes, isolated from the cold frost. The advent of winter, but also let everything into the "dead" period, leaving people is full of fatigue ...... That winter, I planted the monarch as early as two months ago on the sickly grand.
As soon as winter arrived, it was all out of green, became a pile of dead branches. I was very sad, a few months of hard work just like this into a bubble.
In order to reassure myself a little, I did not throw it away immediately, nor did I remove it from the pot immediately, is what kind of what, did not bother about it. In this way, the winter of that year I spent in regret, every time I touched the cold flower pot, my heart welled up in a burst of sadness and helplessness.
Now that I think about it, I can still feel the long winter. After the spring of the next year, I was determined to get rid of the dead branches and free up the pots for hanging orchids.
So, I used a small shovel to peel away the soil, ready to uproot it. But just then, a miracle happened.
I just inserted the shovel into the dry thick soil, raking two, I heard a crisp rupture, and then I saw the pieces of the porcelain flower pot scattered all over the place. But I took a closer look, wrapped in layers of soil, dense as too white beard is that last winter seems to have died of the roots of the monarch, it is not only not necrotic, but more and more lush, divided again and again pitchforks.
Now, it has flourished to fill the entire pot, like a dragon claw tightly attached to the porcelain pot, no wonder a touch on the broken. When I saw this, I quickly trimmed the messy roots and replanted them in separate pots.
As a result, a month later, each pot sent out the lovely little buds of monarchs. I couldn't help but marvel at the sight.
It was amazing that it could grow again and flourish after a whole winter's gestation. I was simply bowled over by this mid-winter miracle.
The admiration was all-consuming, from the eyes to the heart, and I had to marvel at its resilience. Come to think of it, it was foolish of me to give up the chance of a new life so rashly in the winter.
That thick cotton coat really isolates all the euphoria and hope that a newborn brings. But I now realize that the temporary "dead silence" is to let us more truly appreciate life, appreciate life.
Plants in the winter, can rely on the yearning for spring and in the winter "dead silence" after the rebirth.
The magic of life calls us have to be in awe, then we should take out the courage and action, to be like that stem and leaves withered monarch, in the spring when the earth, you will have a Siberian butterfly beauty, and then break the ice, to find a more bright and colorful you. Snow, I love you, love your flawlessness, your.
3. Panorama and close-up write a 300-word essayWeinan - is a not so big city, but I y love her.
Weinan has all kinds of shopping malls, so that you just go up to Dongfeng Street and you will linger and come back full of money. There are a lot of specialty stores on the street, after the shopping mall, tired, thirsty, lift your foot into the fast food restaurant, the tempting taste of the people to eat a lot.
Eat enough, drink enough, out of the door is the center of Weinan square. Whether it's a cold winter or a blazing summer day, this is a great place for Weinan people to relax.
In Weinan, there is the Gansu River Reservoir, which doesn't have a lot of artificial scenery, but it doesn't look monotonous at all, and it feels very beautiful. From time to time, a cool wind blows on the lake, which makes people relaxed and happy.
Weinan also has a soil plateau, if you climb to the top of the plateau, you will have a panoramic view of Weinan, if it just rained, there will be a burst of soil fragrance coming from the nose, which is also interspersed with the fragrance of flowers! Weinan seems to be a big flower bed, with all kinds of flowers competing for beauty. It's also like a comprehensive book, with literature, geography, science fiction, history, in short, there are all kinds of articles waiting for me to interpret in my eyes.
Weinan seems to be a piece of fabric, with patterns of big cats, small dogs, small rabbits, etc., to make the earth more beautiful. Weinan is also the first beautiful scenery into eastern Shaanxi.
This is the Weinan in my heart, this is the Weinan I love. I love my hometown, Weinan.
4. Essay on Scenery DescriptionAutumn rain beats their faces. A pile of dark gray misty clouds pressed low on the earth. It was already late fall, the endless forest was bare, and the old trees stood somberly, letting the brown moss hide the wrinkles on its body. Relentless fall stripped off their beautiful clothes, they have to stand there bald.
Autumn came with the sound of falling leaves, and the morning was as fresh as dew. The sky glowed softly, clarified and misty, so that one wanted to hear a burst of high-flying larks singing, just as one looks at the blue sea and thinks of seeing a white sail. Sunset is the wing of time, and as it flies away there is a moment of supreme splendor unfolding. So twilight.
The earth put on a golden sweater, yellow leaves and brightly colored maple leaves drift down, as if a few colorful butterflies fluttering in the air. Although the frost came down, but the grandfather of the pine is still wearing a turquoise green robe, look more verdant. In the garden, chrysanthemums compete for color, red as fire, pink as Xia, white as snow, beautiful. The leaves on the persimmon tree all fell, but the yellow persimmons are still hanging on the finger, like a large and small orange lanterns, red through the begonias to the branches of the tree are pressed
5. Write a description of the appearance of the composition, 250 words, to use the "panoramaMy math teacher
There are three math teachers in my elementary school, and now I teach me is Mr. Luo.
Ms. Luo is quite tall, and her hair is light yellow with some curls at the back. She has a pair of big eyes, her nose is not too flat and not too curved, and her mouth is not too big and not too small. Ms. Luo usually wears earrings. Because Ms. Luo is quite pretty, she wears whatever suits her, and she also wears fashionable clothes.
Ms. Luo is still very young, but she is especially responsible for us. When we do the exercises in our class, there are always people who make mistakes, because there is not enough time, so we can't explain it in the classroom, but the teacher will tell those students who wrote the mistakes to stay after school, and then explain it to him/her meaningfully and patiently until they understand it, and some of those students will complain about it: they keep themselves so late. Don't they know that the teacher also stays at school, isn't it a waste of the teacher's time? The teacher is concerned about you, only to explain to you, is not it?
One time, we finished our homework at school, and Mr. Luo walked around to see how we were doing, and if someone didn't know how to do it, he or she would give him or her a lecture. The classroom was quiet, I was doing a lot of energy, look to be done, did not think halfway out of a program - a topic can not be done, so I racked my brain to think, the draft listed a large part, but still can not be done, I am thinking hard at the same time, Ms. Luo came over, gently asked: "What's wrong? Is there a topic you can't do?" I nodded, so she moved the book towards that side, after reading the topic, she picked up the pen, opened the sketchbook, gently in the topic on the scratch, have gently tell me up. After speaking, I was enlightened, thinking as open faucet, out of control. After the topic is done, Ms. Luo looked at my formula and said, "Now you understand, right?" I still nodded, and she went to check the other students' homework ......
Ms. Luo is like this, conscientious, responsible for their students Is it not this kind of composition
6. 400 words describing the scenery of the compositionWinter
There are four seasons in a year, and each season has a different scenery In winter, when it snows, people are so happy to see the snow. In winter, the snow people seem to come to an elegant and quiet realm, to a crystal clear fairy tale world. The fragrance of the pine, the snow of the ice fragrance, giving a kind of cool and soothing. Everything is filtered, everything is sublimated, even my mind is purified, become pure and beautiful.
Snow at dusk, deep cut, as if there are a thousand emotions like, and like the sea is generally raging, able to drown everything, there is a hint of unveiling the hidden head and tail like *** sense. Snowflakes form thousands, crystal bright, like a warrior on the march, wearing silver armor, but also like a piece of white sails in the voyage ......
The scenery in the snow is magnificent, and the sky and the earth are all in one color, you can only see a piece of silver, as if the whole world is decorated with silver to become.
After the snow, the sheer white snow decorating the world, agar branches and jade leaves, powdered jade, white color, really a school of snow in the year of the joyful scene.
I love the snow, I love the snow scene, I love winter. The winter is the wheel of the soul. Winter, although very cold, but it has an incomparable warmth and hope.
7. Description of the scenery of the article 500 words - 600 wordsFour Seasons scenery Hometown of the autumn The autumn of my childhood is also the autumn of my hometown, always blue, intoxicating, and occasionally drifted through the clouds, changing all kinds of shapes, allowing you to think about infinity.
However, the fall of the middle age is also the fall of the hometown, always missing then thoughts. A few days ago to Linyi, on the highway, looking out the window of the blue sky and white clouds, seems to have returned to childhood and hometown.
Autumn symbolizes maturity and brings people the joy of harvest. I remember in the frosty twilight, not far from the smoke, holding a round and big melon, the mood with the words now is how "cool" ah! When I was older, I searched for the endless fragrance of autumn in the soybean barley burned with withered leaves, and I dare say it was the most delicious fragrance of beans in the world! I've never smelled it before, at least not in the city! Autumn is also the season of "K'unghuang, the decline of things".
The original green leaves gradually lost the color of life, in the wind, snow and rain under the attack, day by day yellow, and then quietly drift down with the wind. In that moment of appreciation of the beauty of the moment, had to use the line will be the exquisite yellow leaves threaded into a string, drying hanging in the eaves, waiting to enjoy it after the burning of the top of the big pancake wafted the fragrance.
Drooling, a capable lad could eat ten in one go. After leaving home in the drift, never smelled such a friendly flavor! At that time, the falling leaves of the hometown, where there is no sadness, now the falling leaves of the foreign land, just countless frustration, in the bottom of the heart, the occasional emergence of a bit of thought and comfort, is the face of this silent destruction, will be a nirvana as a fire, or is a transmutation of life.
Autumn scenery Someone said: "Autumn is beautiful!" I heard especially want to go to look for the fall. Autumn is in the field.
The rice in the field is ripe and yellow, as if it were a big piece of gold. To the east, people in their harvesters, were driving this way, and they let every grain of rice into the warehouse.
In the woods in the fall, the leaves of all kinds of trees were yellow, falling one by one on the ponds and the ground. However, the pine tree still stood up and stood motionless in the wind, and the leaves on its body were still so green.
Autumn is in the garden. In the garden chrysanthemums bloomed, red, yellow, green, white, orange-red ...... The petals of these chrysanthemums were like fine radish threads.
Some chrysanthemum petals all unfolded, revealing the tender yellow core; some chrysanthemums only unfolded two or three petals; there are chrysanthemums on the flower, as if it is about to unfold the petals. Autumn in the orchard, the orchard of apples, oranges, bananas and other fruits are ripe.
Uncles and aunts took baskets and picked the fruits one by one. Those fruits that were not picked seemed to be saying, "Pick us off quickly! Those people who are going to buy the fruits are waiting for us!" Autumn in the people.
People are wearing sweaters, undershirts, cardigans, and so on. Where is fall? Autumn is in the eyes of children, as long as we continue to explore and discover, we will get a lot of knowledge that is not in the books.
The autumn of the old capital Yu Dafu Autumn, no matter where the autumn, always good; but ah, the north of the autumn, but especially to come clear, to the quiet, to the sad. My not far from thousands of miles, to catch up with Qingdao from Hangzhou, and even more from Qingdao to catch up with the reason for the Beiping, but also want to taste this "autumn", the capital of the autumn flavor.
Jiangnan, of course, autumn is also there; but the grass and trees carved slowly, the air to get wet, the color of the day appears pale, and often rainy and less windy; a person sandwiched between Suzhou, Shanghai, Hangzhou, or Xiamen, Hong Kong, Guangzhou, the citizens, chaotic past, can only feel a little bit of coolness, the taste of autumn, autumn, autumn, autumn, autumn, the meaning of the mood and gesture, always look at the not satiated, tasted, enjoy the play not full. Autumn is not a famous flower, and not wine, that a half-open, half-drunken state, in the process of navigating the fall, is not appropriate.
Not meet the North of the fall, has been nearly ten years. In the south every year in the fall, always think of Taoranting's reeds, Diaoyutai's willow shadow, Xishan's insect singing, Yuquan's night moon, Tanzhe Temple's bells.
In Beiping, even if you do not go out to strike, that is, in the Imperial City in the middle of the sea of people, renting people a rafter to live in the house, get up in the morning, make a bowl of strong tea, to the yard, you can see a very high and very high turquoise sky, hear the green sky tame pigeons flying sound. From the bottom of the acacia leaves, towards the east, counting a tiny bit of leaking daylight, or in the waist of the broken wall, quietly to the trumpet-like petunias (Chao Rong) blue flowers, naturally, can also feel very much of the autumn.
When it comes to petunias, I think blue or white is better, purple and black is second, light red is the lowest. Best, but also in the bottom of the petunia, taught to grow a few sparsely pointed and long autumn grass, so as to accompany.
The acacia tree in the north is also a kind of decoration that reminds people of autumn. Like a flower but not a flower of the kind of falling stamens, in the morning, will be spread all over the ground.
Feet up, there is no sound, there is no smell, only a little bit of very fine and very soft touch. The street sweeper in the shadow of the trees after a sweep, the dust left on a broom silk lines, look both feel delicate, but also feel free, subconsciously and also feel a little lonely, the ancients said that the sycamore leaves and the world knows the fall of the distant imagination, about these deep places.
Autumn cicada's weak sound, but also a specialty of the North; because everywhere in Beiping, all the trees, the house is low, so no matter where, can hear their cries. In the south, you have to go to the countryside or the mountains to hear them.
The autumn cicadas hiss, and crickets and rats in Beiping can be the same, simply like every family are raised in the home of the family insects. There is also the autumn rain, the north of the autumn rain, also seems to be more than the south of the rain strange, under the flavor, under the more decent.
Under the gray Shen Shen sky, and suddenly came a cool wind, it rested on the fall of the rain. A layer of rain, the clouds gradually rolled to the west, the sky is green, the sun is showing its face again; wearing a very thick green cloth coat or jacket curve urban idlers, biting the pipe, after the rain in the shadow of the diagonal bridge, go up to the bridge under the trees to a stand, meet acquaintances, will use a slow leisurely voice, sighing and answering each other, said: "Alas, the day is really cool -" (the word "cool"), "the day is really cool -" (the word "cool"). -" (The word pronounced very high, dragged out a long time.)
"Is not it? A layer of autumn rain a layer of cool!" Northern people read the word formation, always old like a layer of words, flat and narrow up, which read the wrong manifold rhyme, but came just in time. Fruit trees in the north, to the fall, is also a spectacle.
The first is the jujube tree; the corner of the house, the wall, the side of the hut.
8. Essay on Describing the SceneryWinter, riding on the flurry of snow, quietly left, and spring, in people still bewildered by the seasons came.
The breeze blew by, carrying the fresh scent of grass and the fragrance of flowers. In this refreshing willow wind, willow drunk, shaking its delicate waist; grass drunk, shaking his little head; the river is also drunk, it can not wait for spring to play a cheerful song.
Spring, is this, in the green spread of the world, the snow can no longer hold out, he turned into water beads point, moisturizing a fertile land.
Spring, is this, a small wildflower, open in the lawn, although not delicate, but through the spring point.
Spring, this is the case, the geese have returned to the south, from time to time a few murmuring calls. All kinds of birds fly on the wire, like a beautiful sheet music.
Spring, is a pair of hands, cut out the willow, painted colorful peach blossoms, tore away the white seal of the river.
"Rumble" a spring thunder broke the quiet of spring, a lightning bolt broke the clear spring, then, like an embroidery needle, the rain show the dense grass, show the branches of the new leaves, embroidered the beauty of spring, embroidered the children's joyful laughter.
Ah!
9. Seek a piece of description of the photo scenery of the composition 300 words (with photos)White clouds are floating all over the day, the sky is exceptionally blue, the earth is unusually silent, the breeze over the green grass leaping a vibrant heart. A heart, together with a pair of feet, will outline the landscape of my distant grazing.
In this vibrant landscape, I would like to stand for a long time in the lonely unmanned seaside, listening to the sea's majestic low breathing, so that the feeling of openness in the fading, so that loneliness in the sea water on the reef again and again in the impact of the abandonment; would like to be in the vast sea to ride the wind and the waves, like a white sailboat as the straight cloud sails Jijian; would like to be in the seaside waiting for the sea to wait for the birth of the red sun's magnificence, the silent flavor! The sun is falling on the sky of longing.
In this dynamic landscape, really want to hike through the vastness of the desert, throw away the worries and sorrows, so that the hot sun evaporate it; really want to go to the Sahara spread thin, stepping on the vast expanse of grassland, and with the crispness of the camel bells, and drink sweet ghee tea; really want to ride freely across the grasslands, repeat the rough and meaningful pastoral songs, a full moon, around the red bonfire dancing joyfully, and watching the A-Go-A-Mei's tenderness.
In this vibrant landscape, would like to stroll in the "rain on the sky street is as wet as crisp, the color of the grass look close but no" in the scenery, looking at the "remaining scattered into a beautiful, clarified as a practice" of the magnificent scenery; would like to listen to the two sides of the apes, the sound of that can not be stopped, and take the boat to the end of the day. I want to listen to the apes on both sides of the river, that can not stop the sound, with a light boat through the mountains; I want to see the "sky if there is love, the sky is also old, the righteous way of the world is the vicissitudes of life" of the scene.
In this vibrant landscape, I also want to go far, far away, in this flower season rainy season of youth, always have to go around to see, in order not to feel regret, but this want to go to the place, after all, is a dream, it flies high, only to work hard to overcome the difficulties, jumping high to be able to catch, so now than the eyes, let the eyes of the fascinating scenery to urge their own efforts to move forward.
10. Description of the scene of the composition 100 wordsTo what grade level? The first is to describe the scene, and the second is to describe the scene, and the third is to describe the scene. The first thing you need to do is to make sure that you have a clear description of the scene. Who woke up the grass? It turns out to be Miss Spring tickling the grass! Who is playing with the fish? It turned out to be the spring girl is playing with the fish.
Whenever it comes to spring, the spring girl plays with us and grows up together ...... Whenever it comes to spring, it is the happiest time for us. Please stay and spend your golden childhood with us! 2 In a flash, winter has passed, and spring has quietly come to earth.
Spring, is a beautiful season, is full of poetry; spring, and means a vibrant start. Since ancient times, poets love spring, praise spring, because the spring scenery is pleasant, everywhere can be into the poem.
Walking through the garden of ancient poems, only to see the spring poems are beautiful, colorful, dazzling, randomly pick a few, slowly read, unknowingly have been intoxicated. "An evening light thunder fall ten thousand silk, clear light floating tile blue difference.
Sentient peonies with spring tears, powerless roses lying on the dawn branch." This is the Northern Song poet Qin Guan's "Spring Day".
This poem is about the spring scenery after the rain. Look, the rain *** courtyard, the morning mist thin cage, blue tile crystal, bright spring; peony with rain with tears, pulse with love, rose lying quietly branches, delicate and charming.
Here there is a near scene and a distant view, there are moving and static, there are feelings and gestures, randomly dotted and colored, uneven and scattered.
"There are songbirds in the court trees, and the red and green help spring on the far forest. The poem is a good one, and the arrangement of the syntax is hard to find."
This is the Song Dynasty poet Chen Heyi's "Spring Day". This poem is about the morning scene in spring.
Ear full of birds, eyes full of green branches, green and red support each other, the different fragrance tantalizing. A few strokes of the poet, a picture of spring will be displayed in front of the reader, and then, the poet simply stop, no longer describe the spring scenery, turn to lyricism.
Spring, inspiration suddenly, but the treacherous poet but with "has been difficult to find" recluse to induce readers to feel the spring, this method of virtual and real, leaving the reader a great deal of space for imagination. "
These are the first time I've ever seen a movie in my life, and I've never seen a movie in my life.
The dog knows where to bark? The man is traveling halfway up the mountain." This is "Spring Day" by Yang Wanli, a poet of the Southern Song Dynasty.
This poem is about the evening scene in spring. The slanting sun is over the trees, the green land is connected to the sky, the dogs are barking, and the people are returning home late.
This poem is natural and appropriate, often see the cleverness, see the strange in the ordinary, bring the reader into the panoramic atmosphere of spring, where there is a wonderful spring environment, there is the splendor of the color of spring, there is the strong taste of spring, there is the sound of spring and joy, in which the people will be open-minded, singing with joy. "The first spring water, milk swallows fly, wasps small tail pouncing flowers return.
The window contains distant colors through the book front, the fish embrace the fragrant hook near the rocky islet." This is the Tang Dynasty poet Li He's "South Garden".
The spring in the South Garden is vibrant and interesting. Spring water, swallow began to fly, bees pick flowers to make honey, fish embrace hooks for food, these are very spring features of the scene, and the distant view through the window straight into the study, so that people comfortable and happy.
The poem is vivid and evocative, fresh and flowing, and it is refreshing to read. "
This poem is so vivid and vivid that it is refreshing to read it.
The apricot blossom rain, blowing face not cold willow wind." This is the Southern Song Dynasty monk monk Zhinan's "absolute sentence".
This is an absolute line describing a spring trip. The bright spring sunshine evokes the monk's pleasure of traveling, so he goes out of the temple to view the spring light.
Driving a small canopied boat for a trip, mooring the boat under the ancient trees, strolling east of the bridge with a quinoa stick. Although it is flat, but the boat moored in the shade of the ancient trees, this picture is very elegant, very simple, rather like a frame of ancient Chinese literati painting.
The last two lines accurately and concisely express the beautiful and pleasant scene of spring with apricot blossoms in full bloom, light rain, willow fluttering, and the warmth of the east wind, which is a famous line that has been recited for thousands of years. This poem sentiment and scenery convergence, things and heart harmony, the poet seized the characteristics of the spring wind and spring rain, slightly rendering, it reveals the inner joy and love of nature.
"The grass is long and the warblers fly in February, the willow is drunk with spring smoke. Children return early from school, busy taking advantage of the east wind to release paper kites."
This is the Qing Dynasty poet Gao Ding's "Village Dwelling". The first and second lines describe the nature in the spring in a specific and vivid way, and write out the bright and charming scenery unique to the countryside in spring. In February, the spring light is bright and beautiful, the grass is long and the warblers are flying, and the willows are brushing the embankment with their long branches, as if they are intoxicated by the wonderful spring colors.
The third and fourth lines describe the vivid scene of a group of lively children flying kites in the great spring light, and their laughter makes the spring more energetic. The poem is written in a clear and concise manner.
The whole poem is full of cheerful mood, giving the reader a wonderful emotional infection. "
The poem is full of cheerfulness, giving the reader a beautiful mood.
The geese and ducks don't know that spring is over, and they scramble with the flowing water to take advantage of the peach blossoms." This is "Spring Day" by the Song Dynasty poet Chao Chongzhi.
This is a poem of love in the scenery of spring. The whole poem has four lines and four scenes, the brook is clear, the rain is turning over, the geese and ducks are playing, the peach blossoms are taking advantage of the water, the picture is very clear, as in the present, it makes people leisurely and mesmerized.
The poet to geese and ducks "while the peach blossom" scene to send their own feelings, spring has gone to the end, the geese and ducks do not know, so they screamed and chased, carefree, but people are different, both know the spring, but also know that the spring is gone, the fallen flowers can be chased, time can not be returned, the poet's feelings of spring, overflowing in the words. 3. [Idea Analysis] The following answer for reference [solution process] sports The passage of years, three years of high school life will end in the blink of an eye, the face of the senior we now need the most is to encourage and hard work to learn, and strive for excellent results in the college entrance examination to return to their parents and alma mater! Our school held the annual fall sports meeting yesterday! This will be our last field day at our alma mater. I am full of hope for the Games, I signed up for a men's 3,000-meter run, I remember last year the longest men's 1,500 meters, this year I do not know how to change, haha, my class is less physical fitness students only one, but also have to run regardless of whether they can run or not to run up to the report. My school with the same as in previous years, early to the school waiting for the collection of parade, and then raise the national flag to fire the cannon and put the dove of peace! It was a spectacular sight, and the principal gave a speech! Then the race began! Athletes running on the 100-meter track, the speed is amazing, the body is great! My 3,000 meters is the afternoon run, the whole morning I just sit there to recuperate, for the afternoon 3,000 meters run to prepare! Unconsciously a morning time is so past, just when I want to eat at noon when the teacher suddenly called me and my group of a student, to me the entire stunned, called *** what ah? Oh I know something, let us both upstairs to the teacher.