I am a flawless white cloud, floating around, no one to marvel at, but the world more a landscape.
I am also a screw, quietly serving people.
I, too, am a bucket of paint, decorated the mood of the people, as far as I can, to make it more of a landscape.
Spring, summer and fall, all have their unique scenery, I am often one of them.
Spring, everything wakes up. The flowers are in full bloom, and it's a season of warmth. My heart is calm and natural, looking at the beautiful scenery, such as dream like fairy, inhale it; let yourself also become a white flower in a flower, enjoy the gift of nature.
Summer, passionate like fire. Although the sun is hot and scorching, but contains a new generation of life and vitality. I waved a sweat, transformed into a verdant tree, no distractions for people to shade, dedication to self.
Autumn, fruitful, high and refreshing, it is the season of all things thriving, harvest. At that moment, the wind blew, the wheat waves of gold, softly rolled, beautiful and vibrant, at this time, I willingly become a wheat in the one, giving people a sense of joy, hope.
Winter, without realizing it, came with snow and ice, snowflakes fell from the sky, like a lovely little pompom. The snowflakes are white and flawless, and all of a sudden they stirred up a warm hope in my heart, and I enthusiastically threw myself into the ranks of the snowflakes and threw myself into the earth.
All year round, flowers blossom and fall, thousands of purple and red; spring and fall, the scenery of thousands of. And I. I just want to be a landscape, to quietly warm the heart, embellish the world.
The sun is thinning, the afterglow did not express "sunset is good, just near dusk" sadness, but raised the brush, sketched out a gorgeous and colorful picture scroll.
The rainbow, in the rain after all the charming style, it let the colorful bridge to stay in the water, let the colorful color to stay in the air, let the life of the ten thousand purple and red engraved in the hearts of the people, but has never cared about the beauty of the so short-lived it?
Paint my soul with colors, paint the colorful traces of that life, paint a point to face the courage of tomorrow. Lift up your head and look at the sky, perhaps the stormy winds of the near future, then today belongs to me, the bright sky for me sunshine and warmth.
Never experienced the warmth of bathing in the sun, did not enjoy the joy of being praised, and did not sink, tulips, still blooming late at night, the fragrance of the flowers, send it to everyone's kiss, so the spring breeze because it is intoxicated.
Transient, and not its desire; with the sun and the moon, but in the distant end. Though God gave the shooting star a short life, it still carries people's flashing wish to fly to that wonderful country, and it will be happy for being an angel.
Paint my mind with colors, with the beautiful purple and red of life, and with a self-confidence. Wave your hand and say goodbye to yesterday, today there will be new challenges, but do not care about others, the fancy years, I keep myself, enjoy their own every day day.
Spring rain like silk, long and continuous, countless people therefore sad, silently accept people's accusations, but also as a kind old man, gently knocked on the earth, waking up the sleeping flowers and grass, and then, with a hint of relief, accompanied by the spring breeze, dissipated temporarily fixed in the sky.
Thunder bursts, is his drummer driving has arrived, electric light Road, is his show of mighty stature, and ten thousand items of good land, bathed in its grace, and it is in a piece of panic in the sound of silent departure.
Paint my mood with colors, paint the good things to stop the glory. Paint a dedication, pat on the back, say goodbye to dependence, live in their own sunshine, let the joy of giving, light up the lamp of hope.
Paint your mood green, so that you can immerse yourself in a piece of hope, so that you have a vision of the future every day.
Paint your mood red, so that you have a passion for life, so that you have a full life every day.
Paint the mood of the interest in gold, let yourself embrace a harvest of joy, let yourself succeed in every day.
To their mood painted with courage, painted self-confidence, painted to give, so that they are no longer lost, because of the courage to fail, so that they are no longer at a loss, because of the confidence to face the challenge, so that they are no longer alone, because of the joy of giving, everyone *** with the joy of sharing.
(The article is a poem, let us marvel at the author's ability to master the language, let us understand the art of the article is the art of language. Zhang Ping)
Example Essay 2: Leaves and Moths
Haiyan Yuanji Senior High School Senior 3 (9) Yu Chenxiao
I lived in a tree, a very big tree, so I tasted the dew every day, chewed the green leaves, and idly spit out a few silks for myself to swing in the air, comfortably and peacefully. Until I met it.
It is a leaf, the heart of the leaf with dew refracted fresh new green, but it saw me, unlike other leaves shivering, even slightly excited to ask me: "Are you a butterfly?"
I was speechless, but the waves in my heart were surging. Chestless, I suddenly heard my dream - a beautiful butterfly, how mesmerizing.
So we became friends and I called it Leaf.
The leaf told me that it had seen butterflies when it was very young, with shiny green wings embedded with black spots and surrounded by a ring of gold, skimming lightly over the branches, like a flower flying in the air, flying further and further away. Unconsciously, a hint of intoxication spilled over its face, "So, I hope to see a butterfly again, it's the biggest wish of my life."
A twinge of unease flooded my heart. What if, what if I'm not a beautiful butterfly, but a moth?
Even then, we'd still be good friends!
We both laughed at that.
And so, when it rained, I hid under the leaves; when the sun rose, I helped it stretch ...... until I slept in my cocoon and closed my eyes thinking I would be a butterfly.
A few days later, I broke out of my cocoon, and just as I flipped awkwardly in the air, I felt a surge of strength, the firmness given to me by those light wings. I fluttered happily through the air, hovering as I flew back to the leaf. It smiled, it said it had been bored to death waiting for its wish to come true, it said it had finally accomplished its heart's desire. But I detected a hint of something strange on its slightly yellowed face.
My heart broke - as I flew over the water, I saw two withered wings, and dark spots on them.
"I'm going to help you get your wish," my face was desperate.
"No, you are yah." His face grew even older.
I stubbornly flew away just to find the butterfly. But no butterfly would follow a moth to a yellowed leaf, so I had to return with my tentacles drooping in disappointment.
In front of me, the bare branches were shocking, and there were a few yellow leaves on the ground that had been scraped off after the fall winds, but there was no more scent of the leaf in the air, and it had gone with the wind.
I awoke with a start, I paused, I repented: I had left him when he needed me most, only to find my own vanity - I was the view in the eyes of the leaf!
My heart, too, felt weary, and rested on the branch, becoming the last leaf in the autumn wind.
(Brief comment: the most touching thing in this article is the most sincere friendship between friends, the leaf's kind deception, the moth's promise to the leaf, the tears flowing in our eyes when the leaf leaves its friends. At the same time, the writing of the leaves turning yellow as their faces grow old is both original and in keeping with the pattern. How apt and more or less profound is the simile in the last sentence. (Zhang Ping)
Example Essay 3: I am a landscape
Haiyan Yuanji Senior High School senior three (9) Cui Jiangnan
I am an ordinary and special ant, ordinary because I am no different from the other Shidi sisters, all with six feet; special because every day there are a lot of people to see me this ant. Let the soul to tell you my ordinary and different life.
I have been working for my mother since I was old enough to understand, and when I grew up, I went around looking for food for my mother and my brothers and sisters. I thought I would pull my life together like the other sisters, and be expelled from my home when I was old, and then die alone, with my body perhaps still being food for others. But that time I realized that I was so remarkable, just because I was an ant.
On that day, I happened to be foraging at the home of a famous biology doctor, and many students were asking strange questions, and one little boy asked, "Grandpa Doctor, is the Hercules of the living world dinosaurs or not trial elephants?" The doctor smiled and answered, "They are not Hercules, the real Hercules is the ants we see every day, don't you believe me?" Curiosity drove me closer, the kids shook their heads, the Doctor looked down and saw me, I turned and ran, "Yes!" Now then let me prove it to you," the Doctor said as he grabbed me, I was dead this time.
I was put in a glass container, dozens of pairs of eyes were looking at me, suddenly a piece of bread fell from the sky, human beings said that the sky will not fall pies, but they did not say that the sky will fall bread, this kind of good thing even let me this ant encounter, I was excited, I did not hesitate to run to the bread, because my duty is to look for food for the mother, I bit a bite, the bread tasted good, I pulled up the bread and ran away, the bread tasted good, and I was very happy. I pulled up the bread and walked away, the bread was very heavy, but I still pulled it and walked slowly. Suddenly I was grabbed again and put on a plate, "No way! Humans wouldn't be so hungry that they would want to eat a little ant like me, if this them, I would rather trade my bread for my life." The Doctor said, "Class, as you can see the bread weighs more than 100 times as much as the ant, and a 3 ton elephant can drag an object less than 5 times its weight, the ant deserves to be called Hercules."
I was put into the water, "I will now make a specimen of the ants by putting them into an ant aldehyde solution." "What? Ants and water are ant springs, what a theory!" I felt suffocated, my body sank into the water, I was about to leave this world, I died, my soul jumped out of my body, my remains were transported to the gallery of the National Museum of Biology, the sign in front of it read, Hercules of nature - ants are able to drag objects that are more than 100 times their own weight. My soul roams the earth and I have no sorrow - I am a sight to behold.
(Brief comment: the article is written in the first person very graphically to characterize the ants, and the structure is also good: tell me I'm different, so that readers will be interested in reading on, and the end is also unexpected. (Ping Zhang)
Example Essay 4: Life in a Hundred Styles
Haiyan Yuanji Senior High School Senior (5) Shen Yan
Life in a Hundred Styles, every twists and turns, every action is an attraction, which every attraction makes up me, make up a landscape.
Born in the world, exists in the universe, and others with the top of the hot sun, **** bath bright moonlight, the only difference is my character.
Competitive - a full of vitality attractions, as if the verdant pines, as if the drop of water can live in the green grass. I remember just on the first year of high school, my results are the bottom of the class, so I militarily strive to get into the top few, every test is very concerned about, the test is poor I am not discouraged, the test is ideal, but also not proud of, just the heart of the feeling of relief, continue to work hard quietly, and ultimately I realized my goal.
Complacency - a fiery attraction. This attraction can only be seen when greater results are achieved. A little insignificant success, you don't see this attraction in me. Its presence makes me hover, so my results as if in simple harmonic motion, at a certain period have to change direction.
Death to face - a less elegant attraction. As if the roadside gutter, the trash can in the park. But it or more or less played a role. It can make me make my whole body strength, for the care of it and fight, it can make me preserve the appearance of perfection, for my heart to leave a deep reflection, it can replenish my mind, prompting me to be a perfect person.
Unrepentant - rather it should be false repentance - is one of the most disgusting attractions. It is like a garbage heap, like an outhouse. Whenever I made a mistake, the repentance was heavier than anyone else's, and the mere sound of a sigh was a long ditty. Unfortunately, it was a false repentance and was not taken to heart. Within a few days, the problem persisted.
Secretly crying - a very hidden attraction. It is said that men do not cry, then for me, want to do but it is very difficult. In fact, I am a weak person inside, but in order to save my face, the only way can only be to secretly cry, throughout the ages, sneer a lot of people, but sneak to cry maybe I am absolutely unique. When frustrated, when something can not meet their requirements, when wronged, I will find a place where no one saw, secretly crying.
......
These many spots make up me, a colorful landscape.
(Brief comment: In fact, this is the most real me, the author puts a most real me completely and totally in front of everyone, no hiding, no cover.
Example Essay 5: The Four Seasons of Life
Haiyan Yuanji Senior High School Senior (9) Zhu Ma Li
Early in the morning, the sunlight through the layers of veil drilled into my room, but was disappointed to find that the love of the master of the bed has long been up and lost the opportunity to tease me, irregularly so that it is not stifled, right! So thinking, I can not help but feel good, to the mirror bloom that 101 rotten smile, the girl in the mirror also returned to the charming smile. This situation, let GIGI, will definitely say I "narcissism" it. Mang once she asked me mockingly, "In addition to making garbage, what else can you do?"
"Landscaping!" I replied briskly, shrugging my shoulders.
Yes, I've always considered myself a landscape.
In the cold of spring, when people were still wrapped in thick winter coats, I would dig out my bright red sweater from the bottom of my suitcase and go out in it. To embrace the increasingly clear sunshine, but also to listen to the sound of gurgling water when the ice melts, to follow the gentle footsteps of the goddess of spring. I want to let that bright red fly, to bloom before the spring flowers, to become the brightest color on the street, the most dazzling fashion.
In the summer heat, when most people in the city have to hide inside, blowing the air-conditioning, I will take my bathing suit and go to the beach. Enjoy the beauty of the blue sky, white clouds, blue sea and sandy beaches with people who love the sun. Or take a dip in the turquoise sea or sunbathe on the beach. The hustle and bustle of the beachfront is a unique sight in the summer.
Autumn high, change into light clothing, we climbed the mountain. Although the mountain road is rugged, often make me panting, but want to see the more beautiful scenery of the faith but support me to go on, in the top of the moment, heaven and earth opened up, and suddenly understand what is "will be when over the top, a glimpse of the mountains," it. The people at the bottom of the mountain, have they ever looked upwards?
Winter snow is flying, and it is a new year. At this time, I will not be able to resist the pen, to distant friends and relatives to send greetings, tell them the hometown of the near border. When they miss in, I become the sweetest smile, the warmest flame.
I think, it is not narcissistic, maybe still a little bit. However, everyone can shine, heat, just like the stars in the universe, although the volume and mass will be different, but all can hydrogen fusion, why to bend to be a planet, reflecting the light and heat of others. Why be a satellite, always centered on others?
I am who I am, I don't need to change too much. Unleash my light and heat, and become a bright landscape.
(Brief comment: Perhaps this landscape can arouse our ****ing most, the article is full of youthful vigor and sprinkles this vigor to all seasons of the year, this is the success of this article.
Example essay: I am a landscape
Haiyan Yuanji Senior High School Senior (9) Yao Xuyan
When faced with other people's splendor, other people's elegance, other people in the eyes of the landscape, do not have to envy, do not have to inferiority complex, do not have to look for. Just because there is an idea in my heart, I am a landscape.
I am a landscape, because I am pursuing happiness. Whether it's the green leaves and red flowers of the spring season, or the lightning and thunder of the summer, the rain, or the cool fall in the blue sky and white clouds, all into the infinite beauty into the heart, brewed into the happy flow in the whole body. Bathing in the morning sunshine is a kind of happiness, listening to the song of the night is a kind of happiness, each friend talk broadly is a kind of happiness, and friends walk in the rain is a kind of happiness, swim in the sea of books is a kind of happiness. Enjoying solitude is a kind of happiness ...... happiness, I have been pursuing, it is a landscape.
I am a landscape, because I am learning to face life with optimism, only because I believe that there is sunshine in the world there must be shadows, only because I believe that Tagore's sentence, "the world things are best to laugh it off without having to wash away with tears." Therefore, when others will be hurt and tears when I choose to smile; when others will be for the failure and stop when I choose to move forward; when others will be for the loss of good and sigh when I choose to let go. Give optimism to life, the smile will become a permanent landscape.
I am a landscape, because I try to be brave to try, brave to face, brave to bear. When the difficulty is in front of you, abandon cowardice, choose to be brave; when the failure is in front of you, give up to escape, choose to be brave; when the happiness is in front of you, away from stumbling, choose to be brave. The first person to challenge tradition, the first person to cross the desert, the first person to cross the Atlantic Ocean, all that is brave, knocking on the door of victory with bravery, weaving a beautiful landscape for themselves.
I am a landscape because I know what persistence is and what eternity is. Just like understanding the charm of the stars, the perseverance of the fish against the current, the people's pursuit of happiness is always unrepentant. So, try to stick to it, try to be persistent. Obsessed with my ideals, my beliefs, my usual style and a good point of tiny and to make people satisfied with the sense of happiness, obsession is a kind of eternal beauty, is another landscape of life.
I am a landscape, the landscape has happy, optimistic, brave, persistent, and ......
When we try to taste from a different angle, to appreciate their own life, you will find more beauty in the landscape.
(Brief comment: This article is most successful in the article reveals a positive outlook on life. At the same time, the poetic language and neat phrases are also successful. (Ping Zhang)
Example Essay 7: Little Grass
Haiyan Yuanji Senior High School Senior Three (9) Zhang Yi
A ray of gentle sunshine sprinkled on me, and I felt my whole body full of strength.
A soft drizzle fell on me, and the thirsty me finally tasted my manna.
An ear-splitting clap of thunder rang out, as if summoning me, it was time to wake up.
Is it spring? Last fall, I left my mother. She told me: go to sleep and wait until spring arrives to wake up.
A good-sized stone weighs on me, and I can't breathe. But I want to get out, to see the world of spring, to see the world where my mother has lived.
I scrambled upward, though the rock grazed my tender hands, for I was going to leave the rock, and I scrambled downward again, to get my roots deep in the earth, for I knew that a firm foundation was needed.
A thin stream of water flowed in, and I was suddenly kindled with a strong desire. I cared for nothing, what was a rock. One of my shoots, bent out of the ground!
Over here were a few of my brothers, "You finally came out, seeing you crushed under the boulder, we all thought ......"
A new companion was added around, who were they? Why do they look different from me? Why does someone water them every day? They grow so fast, I can't lose, I have to grow faster than them!
Slender leaves, a soft and tough body, and the courage to brave the elements. I finally grew up, I became a real grass.
What are they holding up on their heads? Colorful, so beautiful. The morning dew glistened crystally, like their diamonds.
Came a group of good friends. "Look, this flower is so pretty, and so is this one!" "Why is there a weed, it's ugly."
I didn't say anything, they didn't understand what real beauty was.
Summer came, the flowers couldn't help the hot sun, and fell down, the ground was full of wilted petals, but I was more energetic.
Another group of people came: "The flowers are all gone, we seem to be late." "What a shame."
"No, there's another view over there."
(Brief comment: without gorgeous language and twisted story, the article is written in a form of fairy tale to show what is strong and what is self-confidence. Zhang Ping)
Example Eight: Little Grass
Haiyan Yuanji Senior High School Senior Three (9) Gu Hongkai
"Rustle Rustle Rustle ......" I heard someone calling me, and I squeezed my way out of the ground, finally breaking through the soil.
I saw -- the bright sunshine; I heard -- the singing of the birds; smelled -- the aroma of the soil; felt -- the scent of spring. Feel me waking up, feel my presence, feel the world full of sunshine true love. I want to dance in the wind, I want to burn in the rain.
I straightened my body and stretched out my two turquoise and crystal young leaves. I opened my confused eyes to look around, this is in the People's Square lawn, surrounded by grass neat and tidy and I am not the same, oh! It was I who was different from them. I looked around and saw that I had very few companions on the large lawn.
I finally realized - I am a weed. I'm a weed, but I'm full of life; I'm a weed, but I never give up; I'm a weed, but I want to add a piece of green to the earth.
At this time, the sky began to drizzle, I bathed in the spring rain, enjoying the manna, and let the spring wind caress me.
It was dark, and looking at the vast and boundless starry sky, I had a lot of thoughts. I am a weed, but I have an ideal, ideal one day grow into a big tree; I am a weed, but I have a dream, dreaming of one day fly to the sky, the sunset set off more colorful; I am a weed, but I have a fantasy, fantasize that one day fly into the vast ocean of the universe, looking for the true meaning of life.
In the blink of an eye, another evening descended, the setting sun gilded me golden, people flash three by three in the grass walk, I also have the urge to become. At this time, a footprint from my body stepped over, I straightened up, because I am a landscape in the lawn; small children's bicycle wheels wheeled from my body, I straightened up, because I am a landscape in the lawn; a teenager lying on his back on the lawn, I feel dark and can not breathe, but I held on, when he left I still straighten up, because I am a landscape in the lawn.
Suddenly, a large hand pinched me letter and pulled me upward as hard as it could. I raised my eyes and looked around, surrounded by students in school uniforms, who uprooted my companion and threw it into a garbage can. I had a good life ahead of me, I couldn't go like this! I scrambled back, at which point my blade cut into the teenager's hand, and I felt triumphant, but I also felt regret that it had been forced upon me.
The unexpected happened, another instance of a large hand clamping down on me like an iron vice. I felt a huge pain, I felt the dirt around me move. I groaned in agony, I despaired in helplessness. Is this the end of me? Am I such a pain in the ass? Do I have the same right to grow on this land? My roots in a little bit from the soil out of industry, I finally feel overwhelmed, in the dying of what can I do? I really want to see the sunrise again, really want to listen to a few birds, but now I can only do this full of hope of the seed sown in the place where I was growing, I firmly believe that next spring there will be a new me here to start again!
Ah! ...... my eyes are dark ......
(Brief comment: really write the life of the weed, let feel real and believable, let you feel what have their own feelings, you read there is no little sympathy? Zhang Ping)