Song of Snow
Snow, with heavenly music, sings and soul ****ing and love ****dancing and life ****ing bright.
--Title
1 Snowflakes, fluttering, dancing and light, dancing into the winter snowflakes.
Each snowflake is a hexagonal petal. One petal is as holy as a snow lotus, one petal is as pure as a daffodil, one petal is as pure as a lotus, one petal is as simple as a lily, one petal is as ethereal as a blossom, and one petal is as burning as a plum blossom.
The snowflakes are the flowers that heaven offers to the earth. The root of the ethereal, hidden in the heaven of the Virgin Mary's love; pure petals, hidden in the earth of the fragrance of the flowers.
2 A child's heart, hidden in the snowflakes, blossomed into a white and flawless childhood.
Waking childhood, the snow white into the winter fairy tale. In the dream, the story of the white swan is also flying.
Close to the snowflakes of the child's heart, longing for Santa Claus to come down in the snowflake dance, bringing the gift of holy heaven.
When the snowflakes are dancing, it is the happiest time of childhood. Childhood heart, because of snowflakes and pure; fairy tale, because of snowflakes and beautiful; childhood, because of snowflakes and longing.
3 The maiden made of water blooms into the bud of life. The flame of youth, *** wrapped in pure snow, red into plum blossoms.
Snow, water from heaven, made into the jade body of the maiden; snow, water of the winter dance, melted into the blood of the maiden; snow, water on the holy earth, pure maiden's soul.
The maiden who is close to the snow is like the plum flower who is close to the snow, purifying herself with the whiteness of the snow and kindling herself with the flame of the plum. Maiden, chewing love in the snow and wind, chewing plum fragrance in the bitter cold, a youthful heart, no longer at a loss; a pair of pure eyes, no longer confused.
4 A "rain spirit", walking in the sky, plucking the music of the sky. The sound of curling sound, drifting down in the winter earth, deep into the marrow of winter.
A fresh sound of snow, a white knock, a brilliant light.
Who listens to a thousand years of snow, serenely melting the many vicissitudes of suffering one by one?
Who witnesses the snow of ten thousand years, shining through five thousand years with its own white flame?
A drop of water that has been through the storm, bloomed into a winter flower. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the past, and then you'll be able to see the past.
5 Snowflakes, the butterflies of winter.
One by one, the white butterflies are awake, who is the pure and passionate eyes?
A gentle white butterfly, who is the pure and youthful silhouette?
Gently strumming the strings of winter, let the notes of the plum blossoms float in the snow and fall on the snow.
A winter, dancing in the butterfly, beauty in the snow. Winter in the transparent dance, pure, bright, alive: the white butterfly, instead of the ancient butterfly thousands of years of love of the absolute song.
6 Snow, the eyes of winter, looking into spring with burning eyes.
A piece of waking snow, a strand of winter's gaze.
The snow in the sunlight, the gaze bright and smiling, the child who piled up the snowman, piled up the pure childhood, piled up the white fairy tale.
Snow under the moonlight, eyes crystal flashing, that clean heart, make a girl's first love become brighter.
White snow, always trying to change the world's coolness with a pure and flawless gaze, with a calm tear under the eye to wake up the melancholy soul.
Snow, a ray of clean eyes to the poet, so that the lines of poetry purified by snow deep into the soul of winter.
7 A drop of rain falling on a sleeping mountain forms the Chinese character for snow.
A flake of snow hides the essence of rain and the bones of the mountain.
A piece of snow that hides the flow of water, the joyous song of the stream, the waves of the river, the sound of the sea.
A piece of snow that stands the head of the mountain, the jade body of the peak, the bones of the vein, the soul of the cliff.
The light of the snow, so that the snowy mountain ancient lotus serene into an ancient lamp in China, so that the Tianshan grass in the snowy awn green into a capitalization of the spirit of the nation.
8 Snow, with a kind of whiteness to purify the fickle world.
Snow, pure grassland flocks, snowbirds, pastoral, Hada, yurts, and Sal's moon, religious scriptures, worship of the soul, the grassland love song ......
Prairie snow, the source of life of the vast grasslands. A piece of snow before and after, moisturizing a horseback running nation. Hoof beats sound the quiet snowy realm, white knocking transcendent life.
Prairie snow, breeding a clean home of life.
2.Song of Grass Essay
I come from the earth, is so small, but the spring breeze gives me strong, so that I have the courage to be so tenacious, but let me be strong, let me defy all the reasons for growth is precisely because nature needs me, need me to embellish her to penitentiary desert, I want to use this way to prove that I can.
In the spring, we are like energetic children as upward growth; in the summer, although we are fragile, but our will is still so strong, but you know what? This time the fragility is to sum up the experience for the next time; and in the fall, many people are blinded by the devil, want to be crazy like arson to burn us; in the winter, we do all the preparations, always ready for the next recovery.
The earth is my mother, the one who gave birth to me and raised me, she finds sweet and pure water from all places to irrigate me, no matter what I do, she will then silently support me behind the scenes, I was born, snuggled up in the earth, mother earth accompanied me; after I died, still sleeping in the earth, quietly waiting. Therefore, I have to work hard to grow, only to expand our race, to dress up our lovely nature, to add vitality to her, so that more fresh green to decorate our mother, so that it is more rich in young and energetic, and once again feel the joy of youth. So, I only try to grow up to become strong, in order to fight with the relentless desert, in order to defeat it, I want to lead my brothers and sisters to fight together, I want my mother to hear my triumphant return to the war song.
When I succeed, during the daytime, I will bathe in this warm sunshine with my mother, and when it is late at night, I will go into the dreamland with my mother, guarding her at all times, and never parting from her, who was my mother in the past, and is now, and will always be, forever. ......
Song of Failure
Failure - is the firmness of success!
Failure - is the prerequisite to bounce back!
Failure - is the wind of the moment!
Failure - is the bomb that detonates success!
Failure - is the encouragement that enables you to move forward!
Failure - is a challenge!
No one will not fail, but there is that person who fails is going to fall down, eventually give up and die to go! In the end, it is not back to the light? Do not be afraid of failure, do not be overwhelmed by failure. Don't worry, failure will not let you really fall!
Smile at the failure, and strive to take the success to come!
If you want to succeed, you must first fail!
If you don't fail, how can you move forward?
What is failure? It's just a breeze that blows by!
Failure is a bitter pill to swallow!
Failure, come on! It is but one step away from success, cross over!
Failure is rarely harmful, but it helps a lot!
Failure is a common occurrence, so what are you afraid of?
Unless you are not human, you should not be afraid of failure!
My friend, if you fail, dream a good dream; if you fail, soar to your heart's content; if you fail, look at the sea; if you fail, resolve to succeed!
Written by: Final Fantasy ----
(I don't believe in God, because I'm God!)
3.
The song of the grass Everything has a spirit, just because of the existence of people, it is because of the spirit of the human gaze, all things are revealed on the earth, with the human listening, the raindrops of the pounding only constitute a kind of music.
--Title Gratitude I am a small grass, growing in the grassland mass of grass, in the blue sky, white clouds, enjoy thinking about the future, in the sunshine of the bath, I thrive. However, I am so small, I am not sad, because I have more than people a grateful heart.
I thank my parents, it is their own life in exchange for my life for the world is insignificant a life; I thank all living things, because I can have a place for me to live, sunshine, rain, white clouds, blue sky, they are nourishing me, feeding me; I thank my brothers and sisters, they are everywhere for my sake, of course, these small help for everyone on earth, simply need not be said, but I also want to thank my brothers and sisters, they are everywhere for my sake, of course, these small help for everyone on earth. Of course, these small help is not necessary for everyone on earth to talk about, but I also thank them because I have a grateful heart! Without gratitude, living is the same as dying. Sincere heart Spring is coming, the spring girl walked with a light step.
I was very happy, I greeted her sincerely, she also greeted me sincerely, everyone was envious, because I have a sincere heart. I am sincere to no one, I am bound to get sincere in return.
The same world, the same dream! My goal is not too great, because I can not grow into a big tree uncle so pavilion, but every member of my family sincerely for people to green the environment. I sincerely appeal to the whole world: "One Would One dream!" Immediately the 2008 Olympic Games will come, I and Beibei, Jingjing, Huanhuan, Yingying, Nini for friends, sincere heart, is me - this tree grows in the The grassland mass of a small grass.
Gently tell you: let sleep in the dream of all things, together sing our song - the song of grass! Applaud for me, cheer for me, sing if you want to, "the song of the grass"! Yay ......! ========== Grass song? What? I am a little grass, God gave me all green, let me play green spring.? --Title? Walking alone on the street, the loss of the competition, the misunderstanding of friends, like a huge stone, pressured me breathless, the wind came to the crisp wind ***, will bring my thoughts to three years ago.
Three years ago, I was like a baby goose, stepped into the door of the middle school. I opened my eyes wide with curiosity and was excited and nervous.
At that time, I was determined that I would work hard to open up a new world. But everything came so suddenly. Middle school life is made up of competition, and sometimes the competition is quite cruel.
I first came to that firm belief, in the examination after examination a little faded, and eventually disappeared. I realized: in this huge campus, I am just a small grass, I only deserve to hide in the corner to survive, the spring does not belong to me.
From then on, I closed my mind, away from my classmates. The first thing I've learned is that I'm not a good friend to my friends.
The classroom teacher saw my heart, he found me to talk, "You are there all day long, bowing your head and speechless, is there something on your mind?" I shook my head. "Then why don't you come alive and integrate into the classroom community as a big family?" "I have no qualifications, because I study poorly, I'm just a small grass ......" I mumbled.
The class teacher laughed, he said, "Grass is also a part of the spring ah? Without the grass to dress up, what would spring be like? Peony blooming, peony spitting color, rose put fragrance ...... they are certainly beautiful, but the grass will also bloom ah! They have their characteristics, the grass has the personality of the grass, in the flowering of this point, there is no essential difference! I believe: you this grass will certainly bloom a beautiful fragrant flowers!" The class teacher's words, make me enlightened, I said: "Teacher, you mean I'm okay?" "Of course! As long as you are willing to accept the sunshine and rain." ? Teacher's words, gave me courage and strength, I found my front is a blue sky.
In the journey of learning, whenever I encountered difficulties to be discouraged, I would say to myself: "I am a grass that can bloom!" At that point, I would regroup. In this way, my grades get better every day, and I have more friends every day.
Whenever I had a small harvest, I would sing a song of my own, "The Song of the Grass": "There is no flower, there is no tree high, but I want to be a grass that everyone knows. Never lonely, never troubled, you see my friends all over the ends of the earth.
Sunshine ah sunshine, you wake me up; spring wind ah spring wind, you blow me green; rivers ah mountains, you feed me; the earth ah mother, I blossomed in your embrace, I will bloom very well, very well ......" ========== The Song of the Little Grass I'm an insignificant little grass in the vast ocean. I am an insignificant grass in the vast ocean, it is the earth that gives me life, it is the sunshine that makes me full of vitality, it is the rain that makes me get nourishment. Although I am not as delicate and beautiful as the peony, or as fragrant and elegant as the daffodil, I have a passionate and pure heart in my long life.
I beg for too little, but what I give to all things in the world is far more than my years, in the warm spring, early in the morning, when the first sunshine shoots to the earth, people in the outdoor sports, they are the first to meet me, I am grateful to them for the first silent blessing sent to me, so I also want to dedicate my light fragrance to people. In the middle of the day, the hot sun is scorching the earth, how people hate it at this time, but I can please people, because I bring them a trace of coolness, although this coolness is unobtrusive, but I have paid, so I get happy, people also have a good mood.
When night falls, people always like to snuggle up to me, and I love to soothe them so much that I smile when I see children looking up at the sky and counting the stars. I smiled when I heard my mom and dad telling stories to their sons and daughters.
Because I experienced the warmth of home, feel the warmth of home, but also really benefited ah! Not only am I so happy in the city, when I was born in any corner of the world, I am proud of myself, even in the desert, still find the luster of my youth. I put their own unique clean, light green dotted fields and mountains, giving nature a new beauty of color, will be decorated with spring more bewitching.
Spring is so hastily passed, when the fall came to earth with the coldness of winter, everything withered, hundred.
4. Imitate the song of the flower to write a compositionThe song of the flower
I am a piece of colorful clouds flying down, the weaver accidentally threw me into the mortal world, so the mountains and plains took me as the lace of their new clothes.
I am a drop of tears of sadness, weeping from the eyes of the lonely beauty of the Guanghan Palace, so the cold night winds take me to brush over the mountains and ridges, spilling a dream as beautiful as Chang'e.
I am a piece of the colorful sunset, and the weaver accidentally threw me into the mortal world, so the mountains and plains took me as the lace of their new clothes.
I used a weak body to fight against the hard rock, he mercilessly ripped my skin, the wind and rain but laughed hideously; I withered, the soil accumulates the seeds of life but renewed vitality, eyes burning look at the vast world.
When the lips of the beautiful butterfly first swept across my cheek, the sweet world made me sing; when the last storm left me bruised and battered, when I carefully held back the last of the sunshine. Finally, my delicate cheeks began to crease and darken with yellow, my straight torso began to curl; I touched my wounds and sniffed lightly at the fragrance of the sunshine, and the fragrance died. Life is the same: began in full of longing, ended in silent memories.
No one knows where I came from, and no one even noticed when I disappeared. The blue sky vaguely remembers my delicate dance with the green grass, and my melodious song with the clouds.
When no one was around, I counted my sorrows silently, scattered them on the tips of the grass, and waited for the morning wind to carry them away.
I am the poetry of the earth, the whispering of the night, the dance of the sun.
I am the verse of the earth, the whisper of the night, the dance of the sun of success.
5. What song (essay)Early in the morning when the extraordinarily quiet, when the day is slightly light, when the sun's light repeatedly and repeatedly sprinkled on the ground, when the tranquility has not yet been broken, I sat in front of the window, looking at nature, suddenly heard a melodious tune, I was wondering who, look up, a few birds in the roofs of the people show off the crisp song.
So it is also up so early, as if it wants to meet with me to meet the new day, it seems to be looking at the scenery while painting a picture of the morning with the song.
In the road side of the morning exercise people, is to relax the muscles, twisting waist, they seem to have heard the song, face with a smile looking at the musicians. In the running people, passing by here, also heard the song, lifted the spirit, as if the song awakened their spirit, the sleepy bug to drive away. After a while, the students left for school, walking in pairs and laughing, and saw the singing musician, one of the children pointed to it and said to his classmates: "What a beautiful melody". The bird as if he understood his words, happy jumped a few times, flew to the wire, then the wire, the bird, the blue sky, mixed together, the sky corresponds to the bird, the wire, look, it seems to be a pentatonic score, the wire is a five-line grid, the bird is the notes, this score should be just let all the people are intoxicated by the bird sings a song, it is the pentatonic score began to play with the bird's jumping, I think, the bird It is as if the bird is deliberately weaving the score of this song so that people can follow its cheerful rhythm to welcome the day.
After a while, all kinds of sounds broke the morning quiet, cars are more, people are busy, then, the bird's recital is over, or because of the hustle and bustle, its song is no longer compelling, and more in the people's ears echoed in the other sounds.
Another morning, I thought the bird would not return, but when I looked out the window again, the bird flew there again and continued to play its beautiful song.
6. What is a song1. Growing up is a song
Whether it is a tree that grows from a tender light into a big tree, or a child that grows up from a young child to a grown man, it is all accompanied by a song.
This is a colorful song, is a bright song, of course, this song is inevitably not sad, grumbling, helpless and sour section of the tune. The first thing I'd like to do is to get the chance to see what I'm going to do.
Although everyone has this song, but we all will not sing the same tune, the same tone, the same feelings. I go to school with this song every day, every day in the song, but truly understand the richness of this song is a day in the winter vacation last year. That day I did math homework, a open math "winter vacation homework", those X, Y, Z seem to grin at me: "to try to see if you are Whether it is a tree from the tender light children grow into a big tree, or children from the ah ah ah learning to grow up adult, are the same accompanied by a song.
This is a colorful song, is a bright song, of course, this song is inevitably not sad, grumbling, helpless and sour section of the tune. The first thing I'd like to do is to get the chance to see what I'm going to do.
Although everyone has this song, but each of us will not sing the same tune, the same tone, the same feelings.
I went to school with this song every day, and lived in the song every day, but truly comprehending the richness of the song was a day during last year's winter vacation. I was doing my math homework that day, and as soon as I opened my math Winter Break Homework, all those X's, Y's, and Z's seemed to be grinning at me, "Come try and see if you're looking at the sky with both eyes and touching the white paper with both hands." I'd love to muster up the courage to solve them, but I am. LOL. The sight of X, Y, and Z gave me a headache! That's when my counselor told me to take a break and listen to a song first. "He said this pain in the storm is nothing, dry your tears and don't ask why. Ah, as I listened to it, I felt all hot and bothered." That's a great song, what's it called? I looked at the teacher with my mouth open, and he smiled, "It's called 'Sailor', and the creator is a disabled person!" He said the word disabled very heavily. My heart was shaken, a disabled person can actually come up with such an excellent work, what about me? Learn to be tenacious and not be intimidated by difficulties. Teacher I understand! I didn't wait for the teacher to finish, my heart drove me to interrupt the teacher's words and quickly returned to my seat to look at those X, Y, Z and think hard. And then the teacher's guidance, that a math "bunker" was I one by one to overcome, I was happy to dance up.
From then on, I understood what it means to be tenacious, what it means to be happy, and what it means to struggle....
Tenacity and success coexist, struggle and happiness, we grow up in the struggle, we struggle in happiness! I feel that we should call the song of growth that each of us owns the March of Growth!
2. Friends is a song
A song of heavenly music slipped through the ears, whisked away the noise and clamor, leaving only a string of unforgettable memories.
The beginning of the school year, it will always be a beautiful spring, a good day to be excited, but it is so "Fei". Finish the work in hand, I was out of breath, but he was pulling his voice, stretching his neck, to the right and left neighbors are not shy to offer up "ugly" to: "meet is a song, the singer is you and I ...... "I'm not sure what I'm talking about, but I'm not sure what I'm talking about, and I'm not sure what I'm talking about. I was very annoyed, thinking, "meet such a 'pop singer', none of us want to live - really disgusting"! I glared at him, he then face a little red, straight pull my arm, as if pleading with me "save face! Let me sing again". After that, he sang some songs that people didn't understand before he stopped. I'm sorry! What's in your head when you memorize all these stupid songs and phrases all day long? But it's not a good idea to go on like this, I can't be hard on him, so I started to find fault with him. He in front of people often make some what "friend ah, friend, you have thought of me ......", or "friends have never been alone, life friends walk together ... ... ..." and other noise, and sometimes I can catch some nagging love songs, clothes open arms, class "borrow" books and other "pigtails", so, following the vine, I began to bully him. He also willingly, for me to take the bag, remember homework, send lunch boxes and so on, because of this, we will no longer be treated as an ordinary table. But even the best temper has its moments of anger, but he did not do it, just stared straight at me, breathing heavily, face pulled a long, "Why do you touch my diary? What do you want?" "Nothing, just be quiet"! "What if I don't?" "Then I'll take a seat." "I can't do that! "Why not? I was a bit surprised. He stared blankly at the worn diary on the table, his eyes red, like dates. "Whether you still remember, yesterday you wrote a diary ......", he sang in a low tone, but the words are clear, halfway through the song, stopped, took a deep breath, "Do you know why I have to be with you at the table? I think you should know, the midterm is coming, who is not afraid? But what's the point of me worrying about it! What? I just want you to help me more! Ah ......". I was in a trance to understand something, what is the hard times see true love? What is the same in times of trouble? Maybe this is it. Life's first barrier in front of the eyes, panic, at a loss, the only thing he can trust is his friend, a true friend, but I have never known ...... There are always a lot of people who are not as good as they would like to be, but one day, when we stand at the end of the journey of life, and again look back at the smoky past, it's not difficult to find that it has long been far away from the side, and the world of the world. Wandering to the end of the world, "you at the same table", will be an unforgettable, never tire of singing songs ...... Meeting is a song! The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty!
7. Help me write a 400-word essay Question What is the song of the what (such as the song of the grass, the song of the clouds, etc.)The song of the dream
"The dream of the flower, the dream of the flower," I softly murmured, but you, in the end of the night, fell into the valley of the dream y.
Thinking of your longing, I softly murmured, "What do you want?"
The song was a great success.
Thinking of your usual longing, I softly murmured, "What do you want?
Afterwards, you slept again, watching you sweetly, I turned into a wisp of smoke, at your side, focused on watching, gently caressing. At the first sign of the sun, "Child, get up!" But you sucked the pillow and wrapped yourself in a quilt to hide.
"Ah! Child." I transformed into a dragon and slowly approached, I really dared not come too close, because then you would be hurt and you would never cling to me .
You rose violently and cried out into your mother's bosom, and this time, I really turned into a cloud of smoke, hiding in the black particles. Song of the Clouds I, am a cloud.
The sky is my playground. In the sky, I soar with the birds, free and easy; and the wind together with the dance, a thousand variations; play up, the evening sun in my cheeks stained with thick red, shy and touching; sometimes, I will be naughty "stand" in front of the sun, blocking his line of sight, to be his anger, I have escaped.
The sky is my resting place. When I am tired of playing, I will snuggle in the warm embrace of the sky.
Sometimes I quietly gazed at the sea as clear as blue, forgetting their own existence; (prose reading:) sometimes I wait for the moonlight gently dress me up, this time I am skillful and elegant, dignified lady. One day, I will leave the embrace of the sky, into a gentle rain, moisturizing the thirsty land, trees, dancing on the flowers and green grass with the tips of my toes; so that the rivers, lakes and seas are no longer empty and lonely.
After doing this, I will slowly rise from the ground, slowly converge into yet another cloud, and go back to the sky to say to her, I am back! I'm back .......
8. Beginning of an essay on Song of the MountainSong of the Mountain
The mountain and I are friends. Friendship connects us, but distance puts us out of reach. I came here with my guide in order to merge my obsession with the mountains' immovability; I want to add my own obsession to its immovable faith, not so gently give up, and be more steadfast.
In the evening, I stood in front of the hotel window and greeted my friend's austere, towering appearance, and it echoed back; late at night, I recited my poem, and he accompanied me. ......
I was born with an obsession. I am by nature obstinate, and will not listen to persuasion; but my friend is not patient.
On the lofty peaks, I let out a cry and shouted out my bitterness;
Below the lofty peaks, I looked up and longed ......
How many times have I admired the geese's dance as they flew over the mountain side, tracing an arc; how many times have I looked up at my friend when he was in a tantrum ( referring to a small landslide), I have looked at it to pick up its unwavering handsome appearance; how many times have I had a meeting conversation with it and it has given me an answer in its rough-mined voice. I have seen from the mountain how much of the secluded forest; I have picked from the mountain how many leaves and other plants, as a specimen of remembrance ......
Early in the morning fog, everything is still asleep in the dreamland, only I got up early. Looking at the window outside the mountain, I can not help but recall what the mountain? Because the mountain of this friend told me that I should learn to be steadfast, and in my persistence should be added to this dazzling stroke.