2. Write a composition with "intoxication".
Gently turn over the fragrance of that page, and the fingertips still have ink fragrance.
Intoxicated Indulge in the spring breeze south of the Great Wall. Intoxicated by the lonely eagle's bleak peak, intoxicated by the sigh of the building with guzheng, intoxicated by the stormy Sirmar.
From then on, I really felt the charm of books and was really intoxicated by them. Really found a spiritual treasure in the book.
I can't forget it. I used to read it in the dark blue night sky and soft spring breeze. The real understanding of books began at that time.
I've never felt this way before. For example, it was a shock when Yu Boya met Zhong Ziqi, and it was love at first sight when Romeo met Juliet.
From the terrible struggle between Santiago and Salmon, I saw an old man's indomitable determination to fight against the sea; The beautiful scenery along Walden Lake and the swarms of fish and shrimp in the lake make me sigh the beauty of nature. I followed the hunter's notes to enjoy the picturesque spring, summer, autumn and winter of the grassland; I caught the eagle's gesture and shocked the desolation on the top of the mountain. ...
I had a heart-to-heart conversation with this book. The language in the book flows out like moonlight, so beautiful and beautiful, like a quiet and gentle moonlight carol. We are talking with our hearts, and the dance music in our hearts is playing happily. We are seriously thinking, and the fountain of wisdom gushes from the bottom of my heart and keeps flowing.
I love my book. We seem to have known each other for a long time. I will continue to be intoxicated and immersed in my beautiful book. ...
3. "At that time, I was intoxicated with the sky, and I was intoxicated with a piece of sky. At that time, I could fly freely and revel in it at the same time ...-Inscription Sometimes I always feel that the sky is so small, like a frog in a well, round-that is the sky.
Waiting for a comfortable space, holding some fantasy things, the original sky is so small, not as small as my vision. And these are just frog prejudices.
As long as we open our eyes and look into the distance, the sky will not only cover our world, but also be boundless. When I woke up, I could not help blushing.
So I walked from the quiet sky at home to the noisy sky in the city and traveled to every corner of the world, but I haven't stepped out of the sky and didn't see the edge of the sky. Sometimes I always feel that only the sky with colorful clouds is the most beautiful, which always reminds me of the kind of "blue sky and white clouds floating, horses running under white clouds."
Grassland scenery. It's really beautiful, and I have to revel in the wonderful singing and charming sky.
The shape of clouds is more changeable, unpredictable, and magically unpredictable. That is the darling of the sky, the spirit of the sky. The sky has become so desirable and charming.
Especially brilliant morning glow and gorgeous sunset glow, golden morning glow is dyed red by the luster of the sun, sometimes red is bright, and sometimes red is intoxicating. I like to drink mellow wine, and I like hibiscus out of water.
Full of energy, youthful. I can't use more words to describe the sunset scenery. This is a kind of beauty that cannot be expressed in words. In a word, "seeing the sun is all his glory", but this is not the magic of sunset glow, but the sky, everything in the sky, and it is the sky that makes this great sacredness.
However, there is no cloud in my sky, but it is also beautiful, so I can write my words there. Isn't this sky more special? Give me a sky, where the twinkling stars twinkle, sing you the beauty of the night, tell you the freshness of the evening breeze, and accompany you to indulge in happiness. The stars will tell fairy tales, stories and legends at night.
By then, I can send my warm wishes to every place in the world with the stars. There will be drizzle in the sky, which is not tears of weeping, but dew that moistens each of us.
Open the sail of dreams and ride the wind and waves! Set off good memories and let the shadow of a smile bloom on your face. Under the hazy sky, it is a kind of enjoyment, a kind of pursuit, a kind of longing, and a kind of * * *.
I can bathe everyone's heart with silent prayers like a drizzle. Give me a sky, I can fly a few birds, plant a few clusters of small flowers, the crisp sound of birds, the faint fragrance of flowers, diffuse, like a faint white gauze, quietly.
Give me a sky, I can dance with the cheerful rhythm, looming, stretching my arms like poetry, beautiful movements like painting. The beating notes, like a warm bonfire, are unrestrained.
Give me a piece of sky, give each of us a piece of sky, there are full of flowers, there are full of sunshine, there are all beautiful flowers, let me revel in the spring breeze, the earth opens its sleepy eyes and smiles like flowers. Overnight, like a thawed river, all the flowers arrived as scheduled, overwhelming.
Small calyx can no longer hide full of worries, but it is in full bloom, holding high large and small cups and lamps, singing and dancing in the smoky wind in March. As a result, my eyes are full of flowers in the shape of * * *, "the shadows of the four compartments are full of anger" and "the flowers are low", and my nose is full of fragrant incense, which is soaked in the long courtyard of "the spring rain is heartless as sorrow" and the country road of "flying flowers are as light as dreams", and the flowers are like a tide. "Flowers bloom and fall for 20 days, and people in a city want it."
There are beautiful peonies here, beautiful summer lotus here, chrysanthemums here in autumn, plums here in winter, and the world of flowers is intoxicating ... a flower is a world, and a leaf is withered. Beautiful flowers are a metaphor for beautiful youth, full of vigor and vitality.
In fact, isn't human life just like a flower? Beauty is like her, simplicity is like her. Life blooms like a flower, trembling, and finally, "what is the boast of falling flowers", lost in the dust of the times.
Therefore, people often feel that "tears ask flowers for silence, and red flies over the swing", "after spring, flowers fall and people die." A thousand years later, how many tears and wine will be buried with him! Such a delicate life, it happened that "the wind and the sword pressed each other", can only turn pale, the fragrance disappears, and it is "smashed into mud and crushed into dust".
Is there a fatalistic causal relationship between the decline of beauty and the misfortune of beauty? Come to think of it, Hua Ben is innocent. Have you noticed that some flowers "would rather hold incense on the branches than die in the north wind", and the poet's sighs are vast. After all, "flowers are similar year after year", but they seek revenge for no reason, "people are different year after year" ... I came back, looking at the spring breeze of ten miles, and the hometown where fireworks and tears are intertwined finally realized that it is necessary to cherish every day in life that blooms like a flower, and "life is as gorgeous as summer flowers".
When "flowers wither and flowers fly all over the sky", there is indeed an epigenetic idiot who asks: How many flowers do you know in your dream? You can pick flowers and make a smiling face. Flowers intoxicate me ... music intoxicates me. Everything has different meanings, and everything is intoxicating.
Music intoxicates me. Ask me why. Just because music has its unique charm, it makes me intoxicated, makes me strong and brave, makes people daydream in music, just like the beautiful moonlight, music makes me.
Whenever I quarrel with my classmates and disagree, when the beautiful song Auld Lang Syne rings in my ears from time to time, I am intoxicated. Music has a power to urge me to get along with my friends, which is the charm of music.
Whenever I miss and care, the song "Care" will ring in my ear. I was intoxicated and my tears fell. Every word in the song makes me feel the same. This is the power of music. Whenever I feel wronged and sad.
When I am sad, the song "The Night when the Stars Cry" keeps ringing in my ears, and I will also look up.
With "intoxicated flowers make me intoxicated in the spring breeze", I whistled loudly, and the earth opened its sleepy eyes and smiled like a flower.
Overnight, like a thawed river, all the flowers arrived as scheduled, overwhelming. Small calyx can no longer hide full of worries, but it is in full bloom, holding high large and small cups and lamps, singing and dancing in the smoky wind in March.
As a result, my eyes are full of flowers in the shape of * * *, "the shadows of the four compartments are full of anger" and "the flowers are low", and my nose is full of fragrant incense, which is soaked in the long courtyard of "the spring rain is heartless as sorrow" and the country road of "flying flowers are as light as dreams", and the flowers are like a tide. "Flowers bloom and fall for 20 days, and people in a city want it." There are beautiful peonies here, beautiful summer lotus here, chrysanthemums here in autumn, plums here in winter, and the world of flowers is intoxicating ... a flower is a world, and a leaf is withered.
Beautiful flowers are a metaphor for beautiful youth, full of vigor and vitality. In fact, isn't human life just like a flower? Beauty is like her, simplicity is like her.
Life blooms like a flower, trembling, and finally, "what is the boast of falling flowers", lost in the dust of the times. Therefore, people often feel that "tears ask flowers for silence, and red flies over the swing", "after spring, flowers fall and people die."
A thousand years later, how many tears and wine will be buried with him! Such a delicate life, it happened that "the wind and the sword pressed each other", can only turn pale, the fragrance disappears, and it is "smashed into mud and crushed into dust". Is there a fatalistic causal relationship between the decline of beauty and the misfortune of beauty? Come to think of it, Hua Ben is innocent.
Have you noticed that some flowers "would rather hold incense on the branches than die in the north wind", and the poet's sighs are vast. After all, "flowers are similar year after year", but they seek revenge for no reason, "people are different year after year" ... I came back, looking at the spring breeze of ten miles, and the hometown where fireworks and tears are intertwined finally realized that it is necessary to cherish every day in life that blooms like a flower, and "life is as gorgeous as summer flowers". When "flowers wither and flowers fly all over the sky", there is indeed an epigenetic idiot who asks: How many flowers do you know in your dream? You can pick flowers and make a smiling face.
Flowers make me intoxicated ... [Comment] Because I love life, I am intoxicated with nature. The beauty of flowers is everywhere, and it is not easy to express beautiful feelings with beautiful words.
However, the little author has achieved near perfection, which first benefits from her usual accumulation and mastery. You see, the poems of Du Fu, Bai Juyi, Ouyang Xiu and others are handy and polished properly, which makes the whole text full of color, from which we can not only appreciate the author's extraordinary language control ability, but also appreciate his subtle emotions.
Let's all be caring people in life, observe the world with a pair of "discerning eyes" and feel the world with a passion, and everything will become sparkling and full of affection. The article is emotional, logical and infectious.
My grandmother's home is in the rural area of Suzhou, isolated from the hustle and bustle of the world, leaving only lingering local accent, leisurely hometown water and "Biluochun" brewed by my grandmother ... "This is a world of water, and watching the river that runs through this town in Chenxi, people and scenery gradually fade away in the water ..." After listening to Teacher Yu talking about the water in the rural area of this town, I was distracted, or I went for a walk by myself. It was summer, the sun was shining, and I was walking, and suddenly I felt a breeze coming. I followed the cool breeze for a few steps. Sure enough, I found a quiet river running through the ancient water town.
Everything was quiet, and I crept, afraid to break this unique silence. Is this river like a cold jade, a fairy mirror, or a jade plate? I was shocked at that time and didn't know how to decorate it.
Of course, the biggest concern is why the sun is so cold. After a careful look, I found the reason. The red sun is in the middle of the river, and various colored bands of light are scattered on the water. The band seemed intoxicated by the clear water, and they took off layers of burning robes. Finally, they became dots, forming a spiral in the gentle waves, as if dancing a little bee's "eight-character" dance ... a breeze blew and a group of people blew over. People and scenery are really harmonious at this moment. With this inspiration, I drew my pen, let the snack rain dance, let my leisurely thoughts float to the sky, and let my sadness melt in the water. I gently wrote the first poem in my life-Venice in the East. Inadvertently, a sunset was thrown into the water. Looking up, a village girl with a long braid was washing clothes by the water with a wooden stick. Birds are singing softly on her head, and swallows are whispering in her ear. She gently wiped away the pearl-like sweat.
Smoke curled up in the distance, and the hazy blue bricks and white tiles were faintly visible. I have no intention of leaving. I don't know whether I am intoxicated with this paradise-like beauty or nostalgic for this angelic beauty of Suzhou. I don't know how many people are intoxicated by the water in this rural area, and I don't know how many years of cultural heritage it has nourished.
The night is dark, the moonlight is like water, and the water is like sky. I think quietly by the independent water: In this "back garden of China culture", Xiang Shui is addicted to Tang Bohu, Jin Shengtan, or a little me ... [Brief Comment] It is not an easy task to write such lyrical prose with spiritual style in the examination room. The long hometown water evokes our homesickness. In the hot summer, reading such cool words makes people flow into their hearts like a gurgling spring.
The little author is good at creating artistic conception, and the simple description makes people feel like they are in the ancient town of Jiangnan water town. With her brushwork, she was intoxicated with her soul. This is her genius.
5. "At that time, I was intoxicated." The essay on how to write a funeral poem reminds me of the pink memory of peach blossom rain, as if it were just in front of me, which made me deeply intoxicated.
In late spring and May, I went to yunlong lake to enjoy peach blossoms with my mother. Standing by the Yunlong Lake, admiring the clusters of peach blossoms in front of Yunlong Mountain, there is really a feeling that "the beauty of the world is in April, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are in full bloom"!
The pink peach grove looks like a pink cloud embedded in the horizon from a distance. Take a closer look, small and exquisite flowers are blooming, such as amber and jade. Layers of pink petals are crystal clear, light and milky white. Pale yellow stamens stand in the center of the flower, and pink and gold set each other off, which has a unique charm.
A breeze blew, and the delicate petals fell and danced all over the sky, like a dancing fairy. The wind has stopped, and the petals fall like spring rain, and gently fall on people's heads and clothes like elves. A petal got into my neck, and the dew on it was cool. Flowers fall on the ground, just like a beautiful peach blossom carpet, it is unbearable to step on it; Falling on the grass, like shining stars, is intoxicating.
In the spring breeze, I saw the peach blossom rain that touched my soul. In the rain, it still smiles so charming. Ah! Peach blossoms bloom first in warm spring, and no one comes to see them when it is sunny. Unfortunately, the wind is blowing from behind, and the dark red patches are covered with raspberries.
6. I was intoxicated by 450 words that time, and I was intoxicated by nature when I wrote my composition.
Being intoxicated with nature lies in its magnificence.
On clear and windless nights, I often go downstairs for a walk. Tired of walking, I lay on a park bench and looked at the stars all over the sky. The stars are shining white, red and yellow, which is very beautiful. They look like a little candlelight in the night sky, very weak. But they are actually radiant. But brighter than the sun, I don't know how many times brighter! The starry sky is not only beautiful, but also mysterious in beauty. If the clouds arouse my mind to appreciate nature, then the starry sky arouses my curiosity to explore nature. Indeed, for the outside world, human exploration has just begun, and there is an answer hidden in the vast starry sky.
Being intoxicated with nature lies in its vitality.
Get close to nature and you will immediately feel its vitality. My family lives in the suburbs, so it is closer to nature. Sparrows often stay on the windowsill of my house. They often come in small groups, twittering and singing in the morning. Other birds usually join the chorus, and their euphemistic calls are like natural alarm clocks. It's even more delicious to take a walk in nature on a summer night. The sun went down, but the cicada on the tree didn't stop, as if it couldn't alleviate the summer heat. In the field, on the unremarkable grass, the concert at night is being staged quietly. The frogs in the rice fields are getting louder and louder, and they are singing their own nights. Crickets live in seclusion in a cave in the grass, and some play their violins shyly, but with a loud voice; The fruit keeps jumping around, but the sound is very small. They are mixed with the sounds of other unknown insects to form a beautiful harmony, which complements the frogs in the water. This is no less than the chorus of bird organizations during the day. If the music of birds and cicadas is an alarm clock during the day, then the music of bugs and frogs at night is an eye-catching song.
I like looking for answers in nature. When I am laughed at, I prefer to indulge myself and forget those ridiculous and stupid jokes. I am in nature, quietly breathing its fresh air, watching its fantastic scenery, listening to and enjoying its most precious-the song of life.
7. Let me be intoxicated with writing a composition, let me be intoxicated.
"The autumn wind sweeps the fallen leaves, and the five grains see the fragrance." Qiu is really a good girl. The scenery in autumn makes me intoxicated and ecstatic. ...
Quietly, quietly, autumn has come, and Miss Qiu's footsteps are near, near. She dispelled the summer heat for people, brought her unique coolness, and also brought people fruitful results and the joy of harvest.
When I mention Miss Qiu, I will see the picture of a bumper harvest: red apples, pears and golden oranges are all covered with branches, and there are waves of cool autumn winds blowing in the fields ... Let's follow the footsteps of Autumn and look for Miss Qiu!
She came quietly and went into the field. Looking around, golden rice is everywhere. A gust of wind blew, and the rice nodded and waved to me, telling me that autumn was coming. The sorghum beside them all blushed, bowed their heads and stood there shyly, like a little girl who had done something wrong. Walking on the path in the field and looking up at the high sky, you will realize the meaning of crisp autumn; A gust of autumn wind blows head-on, which makes people feel relaxed and happy. Autumn is in the vast fields.
She came quietly and walked into the orchard. Everywhere the autumn wind goes, it is a scene of bumper harvest. The first thing you see is a red apple. She really looks like a lovely girl. Not far away, it's a big pear in Huang Chengcheng. Some of them were ashamed and hid behind the branches to play hide-and-seek with me. Others stood up generously and showed off his elegant posture to people. Hiding at the end is this fiery pomegranate. Seeing them happy, everyone laughed and showed pearly teeth, which made people want to see them. Autumn is in colorful orchards.
She came quietly and walked into the Woods. She took off her green clothes for the tree and put on a yellow robe; But she felt that this was not enough, and she sent another autumn wind, which blew off the "yellow robe" of the tree and made him naked to better meet the biting winter. Autumn is in the bare Woods.
"The autumn wind sweeps the fallen leaves, and the five grains see the fragrance." Qiu is really a good girl. The scenery in autumn makes me intoxicated and ecstatic. ...
8. Write an article on "intoxicated" spring and intoxicating spring.
It's another spring, and it's back to the earth. It's full of spring. Spring welcomes a little light green to climb the branches, causing birds to inhabit and sing, as if telling the mood of gathering with green leaves. The green bud smiled, and the curious grass quietly came out of the soil and turned green. You see, the clover on the roadside has sprouted, piece by piece, cluster by cluster and green. It is so green and eye-catching, which reminds me of the fascinating legend of clover. Every time I walk across the grass, I don't want to look at it again, look for it and look forward to the arrival of the happy four-leaf clover. Spring, intoxicating spring, let those unknown flowers, red delicate, pink tender, white as snow, yellow beautiful, purple. . Colorful flowers, scrambling to bloom, greedily enjoy the nature of spring, becoming a "peach, willow, green grass and green" spring picture scroll.
Spring, intoxicating spring, suddenly filled the whole nature. The sun is shining, everything is reviving, full of green. Naughty children have already put on light clothes, frolicking and playing, lightly shuttling through the breath of spring and enjoying the warmth of sunshine and rain. On the street, people come and go in twos and threes, walking, fitness, mountain climbing or hiking. Spring rain is as expensive as oil, and a mist and a rain float down gently. In the spring morning, the fresh air spreads out, which is a good picture of "good rain knows the season, and when spring comes, it sneaks into the night with the wind, moistening things silently". In the spring rain map, spring species began to sprout new buds under the moisture of rain and dew. The expectation of life has thus opened a new prelude, and the season of sowing hope has spread out.
Spring, an intoxicating spring, touched the feelings of many literati and inspired their lofty sentiments, and created poems and songs such as "I woke up in this beautiful spring morning, surrounded by birds singing" and "The garden is full of shade, shining in the blue waves," Spring grass grows in the pond, and the garden willows turn into songbirds ". How many charming and melodious Tang poems spread all over the country, and how many short and long-lasting Song poems refined all the customs of the world. " All love can't be caged, an almond is going out of the wall. "Following the poet's situation, following the poet's rhyme, walking gracefully in the spring is irresistible.
Spring, intoxicating spring, brings spring clarity, and famous sayings echo in my ears. "It rains in the Qingming period, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. . "It seems that Tomb-Sweeping Day is always accompanied by rain, which makes it perfect. The continuous drizzle makes the spring scenery in the Qingming Festival more delicate and ethereal, and the nameless land is a little more shallow and sad. It's drizzling and breezy. Tomb-Sweeping Day this year seems to have added a lot of sadness and impatience. At this moment, how much grief comes to mind, and all the relatives who died in the 5. 12 Wenchuan earthquake have become human beings. It seems that scenes are in front of us again, and that tragic scene has become a permanent memory, unforgettable. Although we can't resist natural disasters, we have a thriving spring, and we will start all over again, bravely face the reality and move towards tomorrow. In this intoxicated spring, may the dead rest in peace and the living cherish it! May the years be quiet and the hearts of the people be clear!
Spring, intoxicating spring, is clearly a poem, a enchanting and beautiful spring artistic conception!
Spring, intoxicating spring, is clearly a painting! An elegant spring with ink and pictures!
Spring, intoxicating spring .