Though I don't live in Jiangnan water town, I have a fondness for lotus flower. Because the lotus flower grows in the sludge, bloom in the water, there is a deep meaning of out of the sludge and not stained.
Although not much knowledge of the lotus, but heartfelt praise for the lotus. Because the lotus has a strong vitality, even if sleeping for thousands of years, as long as there is the right water and soil, it will bloom and spit out the stamens, leaves, green and red.
Where there is water, there are many lotus flowers. In high summer, the lotus branches of green stems, with its noble and upright posture, standing in the mirror-like water; such as umbrella on the green leaves protruding out of a piece of snow like rouge like lotus, that is a peculiar pink color, white with pink, pink through red. The budding flowers, always have a kind of want to say still shy situation, call people a see, on the heart of joy.
Where there is a lotus flower, there must be lotus seeds. Just as the lotus blossom bloom, the lotus withered when the lotus will grow mature, can be said to be blossoming lotus now, the flower fell into the lotus. At this time, the lotus is simple and unassuming, a modest gentleman's demeanor, tightly guarded in the black and hard shell, to protect the heart of the lotus green to be hair.
In that "green shade summer long, building reflection into the pond" season, but also the most flourishing days of the lotus, good at singing the lotus of the Southern Song poet Yang Wanli see: "Lotus into the twilight is still worried about the heat, the low side of the umbrella hidden in the deep blue"; and the Qing Dynasty people Zhu Yizun eyes to see the scene is the opposite: "a few bursts of cool water over the white leaves, even the plate rain jumped beads of green".
In any case, the lotus flower gives the poet a deeper reflection than its significance as a plant itself; otherwise, how could people use it as a symbol of elegance and purity?
In the pond, the quiet water is covered with green leaves, like a dense emerald umbrella, covering the water tightly. The green lotus leaves rolling fluorescent dewdrops, the morning breeze sent the fragrance of the lotus, the wind blew, like layers of green waves, such as pieces of jade.
Soon after the buds drilled out of the sludge, look at the buds waiting to be released, some stand proudly in the branches, some hidden under the leaves, they are waiting patiently for the roots of the feed, the leaves of the nurture, always looking forward to the day of the outstanding.
Flowers in bloom, emerald green from the lotus leaves, a branch standing, tender Xinzhu, fragrant lotus, like a shy girl, full of scarlet face, a slight smile, reminds people: the sky lotus leaves infinite blue, reflecting the sun lotus flowers different red.
Flowers thank you, you think she left only the memory of people's minds? No, she left behind the lotus seed.
Look, the lotus like a bowl full of rare things, with the wind gently shaking, seems to be like people proudly show off their own.
The lotus is not as elegant as the peony, not like the plum blossom, not like the cold spit fragrance, not like the orchid as small and elegant, however, she is silent for the summer scattered gusts of fragrance, send silk cool.
I love the lotus, love her that Ting
2. Writing the scenery of the article 200 wordsThis side of the scenery is unique I walked around to see the beautiful scenery here, when I inadvertently looked up at the starry sky , I could not help but stop. Because the scenery is really fascinating, it makes me stay here with the eyes that can generate electricity. I was instantly stunned because I had never seen such a vibrant and energetic view. Its beauty is another intoxication, beauty is another obsession, beauty is another admiration!
Gradually, gradually, the night fell, my mind floated the intoxicating starry sky, the beautiful and mesmerizing scene y attracted me: my sight, my heart, my spirit, my mind ...... all indescribably beautiful "starry picture" immersed in the "starry sky". I was immersed in this indescribably beautiful "starry picture", and I fell into this inexplicable feeling that I could not extricate myself. The poetic full moon hanging in the starry sky, as if a piece of ice in the water, diarrhea of a cool, that bright moonlight projected on my eyes, face, body. The moon is like a shy girl, a moment to hide in the clouds, and then lifted the veil, revealing the delicate face of the whole world was dipped into a dreamy silver gray moon. Stars like a group of fireflies, large and small, bright and dark, they parade. The stars are like people's eyes, three clusters, two groups, talking and laughing together. The starry night was very beautiful, with a cloud in the sky and a deep blue sky full of diamond-like stars. The night sky was like an inky blue velvet, with small and big stars dotted on it, constantly shining like diamonds. Look, the star Taibai is like a candle carefully held by someone, quietly flickering in the sky above. Look at the seven stars of the Big Dipper in the distance, how lovely, a huge spoon appeared in the northern sky, pointing to the bright star, that is the North Star. Look, the stars Altair and Vega are far away from each other, glittering with color and blinding light. There are also those unknown little stars in the sky full of feelings, like naughty children, in childish, persistent gaze at the earth, as if with that bright eyes to tell a beautiful and moving myth.
Looking at the starry sky, really, really beautiful; close look at the starry sky, indeed, indeed is very complex. ...... A heart, thinking about life; a love, return to life. Remote viewing will be crystalline, and close observation of the same fiber flaws. The evening wind whisks people, I remember the crystal of the stars when I look at them from afar. I am slowly growing up in the distant looking and the close looking ......
3. Writing Scenery Lyrical Essay 200 WordsSense of Nature Early in the morning, when the familiar and joyful song of the birds behind the green leaves rang out on time, I said happily to myself, "It's another good day, the lovely birds are singing, and it's time for me to fight for a a new day to fight for!" So, this day I have an open-minded mood, I smile at everyone I see, happily do every thing I need to do, optimistically accept the good or bad results of all the prominent events. The reason why I can face life so openly is that the lovely bird's song every morning gave me unlimited enlightenment and encouragement. Yes, the bird feels the gift of nature with its own realization. Only because of the brilliant sunshine to bring warmth, the bright green leaves to bring joy, the tall trees to its home, it is contented, in order to thank nature's selfless gift, every morning the bird with a resonant song to express its praise of nature, and I listened to the song, from which I gained spiritual wealth. Speaking of rain: Suddenly, early one morning, the wind and the rain were raining uncontrollably on the earth. I was worried. Would the birds sing again today? I was hopelessly trying to recognize the familiar song in the sound of the wind and rain, but I could hear nothing but the sound of the rain. This day, my mood is very low, you see, the poor bird, you tirelessly sing for nature every day, but when it wants to lose its temper, it does not take care of the weak you in the slightest. However, I was stunned when the rain tapered off and the sun peeked out from behind the dark clouds! The light-hearted voice in my ears sounded again, more cheerful and enthusiastic than the usual morning song. I was puzzled, shocked, sighed, and ashamed. Standing under the tree, my heart melted in the heavenly music. Sense of nature, love yourself, may the infinite splendor of nature forever zephyr of mankind.
4. A small essay on the lyricism of rain, about 200 wordsWoke up early in the morning, oh, it's raining, with an excited heart, pulled over the towel quilt draped over his shoulders, so lying in front of the window, laughing and listening to the song of the rain, enjoying the dance of the rain, listening to the rain of the language ......
The soft rains are as fine as a piece of white sand, the wind how the wind blows, how it floats. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it. I was looking out the window, and I had the urge to cut a piece of it with a pair of scissors.
Foolish thoughts were suddenly dispersed by a crackling sound, ah, white sand cloth see, now like a rain column like to call me back to the days before the sun's hot. The rain is always such a different flavor. Such a spicy rain, if hit on the body must be very painful. However, it fell to the ground posture, but also really beautiful - a ballet fairy out of the ground, leaping a little, thumping to the ground, into a puddle of soft water.
Thundering rainstorm, gradually weakening its hissing sound, into a whispering voice, that whispering as if telling a long time ago, the West Lake in the misty rain, the Broken Bridge umbrella lead to a love story, it is the rain, contributing to his acquaintance with her, in love with each other, but also the rain, after the water is full of San Francisco, began their Leifeng Tower separated by the tragic fate. I rested my face and thought, amazing love how often accompanied by rain happens? As if the sunshine laughter really do not have that shocked the world, weeping God's ability.
The wind chased the rain, the rain chased the wind, and then the wind and the rain joined together to chase the clouds in the sky, and the whole world was in the rain.
The rain became smaller again, and I looked at the weaker and weaker raindrops with love, and finally, I simply *** my shoes, and with the care of a saint, gently stepped out of the outdoors, tilted my head and raised my hands, and waited for the raindrops to fall on my body. The mountains in the distance became so green, the trees in the near distance became so green. The air a freshness after the rain, so that I was soothed, meditating on "Rainy Lane" is really poetic and wet ......
Look, the leaves are still dripping with raindrops, as if it is the aftermath of a rainfall , ting - dong -
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5. Lyric composition describing some kind of emotion in about 200 wordsLooking at his fading back, my eyes gradually moistened. An emotion overflowed with the tears. It's too hard, isn't it? Life has pressed his originally upright body increasingly stooped. Fast-paced life, so that he has nothing to go from, his feet increasingly stumbling, and gradually fell to the bottom of society, and survive. It's stupid, isn't it? Countless times he hit the wall, the south wall let him crash down, but he is still insisting, every time he fails, he secretly encourage: "Next time will be successful." But the result is often contrary to the wish ...... is too heartbreaking, is not it? Back home, although physically and mentally exhausted, but he is still in front of his son who lives above the stars, smiling brightly, only hope that such as a sunny smile, can recall the son's eyes, so that he is no longer so cold and lonely. Back to the room, crying with the door closed and came with it, trembling shoulders, unimaginable pain, spread in the dim room .......
6. Direct lyrical small practice 200 wordsLife is so colorful, giving the world color: life is so colorful, giving life vitality; life is so colorful, giving the world dream.
I once read such a report: "a broken legs of ordinary people, he took his song step by step one footsteps difficult to ascend the five mountains, he is the wandering singer - Chenzhou, he can overcome their own and even overcome others to ascend that a grimly towering The peak is because of the answer to the heart of the victory over their own shortcomings, he did not complain in the process of mountaineering why the mountain is so high, why they are so unfortunate to lose their legs, he is still with the song and the sound of life marching song when his heart has long exceeded the ordinary people, higher than the peaks. Maybe life is a boring song, but as long as you add a few notes can make him rhythm; maybe life is a row of unattainable ladder, but as long as you bravely take steps to reach the end; maybe life is far from the mainland of the island, but as long as you try to paddle will be able to see the hope.
Sometimes humming that song is not because the melody is melodious, but the lyrics are written like yourself. Life is like a song, composed of beating notes; life is like a song, composed of melodious melody; life is like a song, playing their own marching song.
Everyone has their own tune, high and low, up and down, even if there is a trough, even if there is ***, will end with the rhythmic notes. It depends on how you write.
7. the dreary wind is now again,,Description of the lyrical simile platitude within 200 words small essaythe dreary wind is now again, change the human body we xx these years of change.
What's good about it? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty! The road was originally narrow and small, both sides of the road are low, small cottage. Because of years of disrepair, the road surface potholes, say it is a little "high mountain road deep pits" is a little too much.
In addition, there are almost no sidewalks on both sides of the road, motor vehicles, bicycles, pedestrians crowded together, the road is often blocked, rushing to school students suffer. If it rains, it really "rains like a boat", and pedestrians are suffering.
If the rain is small, but the feet more mud; if the rain is a little bigger, the road has become a "water pool", a piece of the ocean are not seen. How do people walk such a "porridge road"? On both sides of the road against the wall half a foot wide "high ground", in fact, is to build a high wall foundation, pedestrians had to line up from both sides of the high ground in order to pass.
The high ground is not flat, many places to the side of the road tilt, pedestrians are like a cripple, a leg long, a leg short. If a car happened to pass and the water rippled up the heights, the pedestrians had to stand on tiptoe against the wall to avoid getting their shoes wet.
Just over a hundred meters of the road turned two corners, causing many problems to the road traffic, it is really "Shu Road is difficult, difficult to get to the sky" which.
Now well, spacious roads instead of muddy paths, dilapidated houses into broad sidewalks, beautiful high-rise buildings stand on both sides of the road. The road is twice as wide as the original, and paved with smooth black asphalt.
The sidewalks are also wider, and paved with colorful tiles, which is a "hard cover". The low cottages on both sides of the road have disappeared, or proposed to build gardens, which is a "soft cover", or to build high-rise buildings.
The road became straight, the curves became no, the road is smooth, pedestrians are happy. No longer need to worry about the rain, the rain from the roadside are flowing into the sewers, the road is no longer standing water.
Walking on the wet sidewalk, looking at the rain washed clean tiles, full of joy. In the past, I was afraid of rain, but now I look forward to rain, walking on the clean and spacious sidewalks is a wonderful feeling.
The changes in my hometown are not only these, but also the square, which is now decorated with colorful lights and fountains by the hard-working people as a fairyland, and has become a good place for people to relax and enjoy themselves. "Knowledge changes destiny, knowledge creates wealth", I believe that as long as we study hard, we will definitely dress up our hometown more beautiful in the future.
The past is gone, the number of people, but also look at the present day.
Just see the autumn rain outside the window is as fine as a silver needle, transparent color. After a while, the sound of the rain slowly became louder, "Sha la la, Sha la la", continuous autumn rain sprinkled on the full stone steps of the leaves, issued a strange music, the whole stone steps seem to have become a natural music pool, playing the wonderful music of nature.
I was mesmerized by this music, listening to the sound of the leaves being hit by raindrops, and felt that it was more pleasing to the ear than a sand ball shaking up, more rhythmic. After a while, the sound of the rain changed, "ding dong dong, ding dong dong dong", as if it was a piece of easy and lively music, sheer autumn rain fell to the ground unhurriedly, in the puddles of water splashed a want to sugar balls the size of the round beads of water, so I thought, this autumn rain may be sweet, right?
The traffic on the road was also washed clean by the rain, the car drove from above, splashing, deep places splash up like a piece of hair glass. The rain kept falling, weaving a transparent pearl curtain outside the window.
On the street, people were walking with flowery umbrellas, like a flower, and the rain made the city more beautiful. I walked slowly in the yard, savoring the beauty of the autumn rain, and breathed in the fresh air brought by the rain.
Suddenly, a bright landscape came into my eyes, ah, that is the New Zealand grass, a kind of four seasons are green grass. You see, the jade-like New Zealand grass green *** flow, as if a light touch will flow out of the thick grass juice, I went closer to see, heh! That a plant on the grass is still hanging a crystal clear dewdrops.
It is shining in the soft sunlight, like a diamond, the "green jade" set off more dazzling, beautiful. Suddenly, behind me came a crisp bird song, I turned around and looked, is a lovely white-headed, its black and white feathers make it give people a sense of spontaneity.
I was a little surprised, and secretly wondered: had it been called by nature, and played its song with it? "Don't run, brother." I saw a pair of twins were chasing and playing in the hazy drizzle, and the carefree silver-bell-like laughter reached my mind.
I suddenly turned to think, am I not also a white-headed bird that has been called down by nature? When I thought of this, I raised my face and let the cold raindrops slide over my cheeks and into my neck. Suddenly, I seemed to hear a small raindrop that fell on my ear say to me, "Go and listen to the sound of the raindrops with your heart, if you pay attention, you will hear the beauty of nature."
I laughed aloud, and this laughter spread far and wide in the autumn rain ...... I looked around again, the blaze like, is the red moonflower blossoms that have been nourished by the rain; the green jade like, is the New Zealand grass that has been bathed by the rain; the silver bells like, is the clear and loud cries of the white head of the white head of the white head of the white head of the white head of the white head of the white head of the white head of the white head; percussion like, is the rain droplets hitting the The wonderful harmony of the falling leaves; like a scroll, it is a beautiful nature ...... Looking at it, the corners of my mouth could not help but reveal a sweet smile, and I could not help but recite the following words: The moonflower season with dew on the colorful bloom, the shyness of a drop of suspicion of the spring. The white head of the child branch song, autumn rain sycamore like heavenly music.
9. 200-word highlights of the writing of the scene lyric essayFine as a scale hook like crescent moon, moving slowly in the clouds, occasionally from the cloud gap cast a few wisps of silver-white light, in the water jumped and disappeared. The clouds moved slowly, was engulfed for a long time the full moon all of a sudden jumped out, like a just out of the refining furnace of the gold plate, brilliant, golden light dazzling, the whole earth are illuminated brightly A piece of white clouds, cover the moon's beautiful face, the moon immediately put the light from the side of the white clouds, in the surroundings of the set into a brilliant halo, halo holding the white clouds from the moon's face gently flowed through the serene night around my side. around.
The beauty of the sky is not the moon. Happy you and I, troubled you and I, have not been illuminated by the moonlight? Not the hot, blinding sunlight, not the stars so small that they barely shine, but the soft, clear, bright moon, which seems to have something sacred and inviolable about it.
The silver trees, the silver flowers, the silver grass are all given by the moonlight. The moon, as philosophical as Buddha, as lovely as a baby, as crystalline as a dewdrop, and as bright as a lamp illuminating the earth Mid-Autumn's moon is the Autumn Moon, which seems so cold, cold and unsympathetic, so cold that one can not feel its past gentleness, but it is so endearing.
The moon is given by nature to mankind, in the lonely night, it seems to add a companion to the scenery. Some people think that the moon is the spirit of support, looking at the moon, it seems to be the heart of the matter are talking to the moon.
And some people do not care about the moon, think there is nothing great. The moon, as its name suggests, is very bright.
It is bright because of the story of Chang'e and Houyi, it is bright because it symbolizes the reunion and bright, that unique, unusual bright sometimes let a person feel bright and bleak, sometimes let a person feel amiable. In short, the moon, very unusual! Looking at the moon, I seem to feel what the thing again?