I praise the pine and cypress, I praise the hedge chrysanthemum that fights against the west wind, I praise the lotus flower that looks down on the sludge, but I praise the plum blossom that blossoms in the snow.
At the time of the fading of all flowers, only the plum blossom is alive and well. Facing the sky fluttering snowflakes, standing proudly in the bitter cold wind. Nine winter, the ground freezing cold, the snow and put the plum blossom, open so bright. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
The flowers are white and red, the petals are lubricated and transparent, like amber platinum or jasper carving, a bit of ice and jade elegance. Some are as colorful as the sun, some are as white as snow, and some are as green as jasper. Plum blossoms bloom or have early and late, in the same plum tree, you can see the blossom of a variety of forms. Some shy to be released, pink buds tender and lovely; some just bloomed, there are a few small bees drilled in, greedily sucking pollen; some bloom for a long time, pink and tender petals if people love; the previous hot and lively open plum blossoms, now the petals to wither. Wind blowing flowers fall, you do not have to worry about the petals will break, plum blossom is not a delicate flower, the more cold, the more the wind and snow pressure, it opens the more spirit, the more beautiful. Ancient people have a good saying: "sword sharpness from sharpening, plum blossom fragrance from the bitter cold." Blowing it is not the gentle spring wind, but the bitter cold wind; moisturize it is not cool and sweet rain, but the cold and aggressive snow and ice; shine it is not the brilliant sunshine, but a ray of sunshine in the cold. Only a life with challenges is a good life. It is a proud fragrance in the cold, and she smiles more brightly in the face of the snow that flutters like flakes. It never competes with the hundred flowers for the bright spring, and never show off its beauty, it has a set of pride, and never proud and arrogant. Whenever the cold winter morning, a distinctive charm, elegant fragrance from the window.
It is not only the elegant and handsome style that makes the ancient and modern poets and painters praise it, but also with its ice
2. Write an article on the use of objects as metaphors for people 150Kites Open your eyes again, the sky is only a little hidden light through the sky, this is the last bit of the sun left me the last bit of the gift today.
How long has it been since I saw the sun? I don't know. When I was a kid, I would get excited when watching movies about vampires, and often imagined myself to be that cool closed vampire, loving the darkness and loneliness ...... However, now, N years later, my life is exactly this kind of vampire style.
Sunrise and sunset, this seems to be the theorem since ancient times, however, I violated it, others awake, I slept, others asleep, I woke up. I am like a vampire who avoids the world ...... yet I have no eternal spirit and flesh.
Another year of good snow, this time the snow fell to 10 centimeters thick, was falling snow will reflect the place, which makes this night than usual to be much brighter. I was very happy because I could visualize the scene described in my childhood fairy tale through the light of the snow, and the strong contrast between the cold outdoors and the warm indoors made me feel the joy and comfort of life even more y.
That year, it was also snowing ...... but the snow was fluttering and fluttering, fluttering into the cheeks of men and women on the street. Then there were two guys strolling down the street in the evening.
All the pedestrians are through the end of the day's work, run to the freedom of the home of the kind of happy joy, and these two guys do not have the kind of yearning for home, but the happiness of the color or in the face of the leap visible. Often heard of drizzle, will make people's minds incredibly quiet, then drizzle snow? The same is the water component.
People are like this, the more you can not get the more you want, and really around, but also blind, this is how bitter it is? So it is snowing again, the sky is cloudy, accompanied by a burst of cold wind. No public morality in the city, plastic bags did not give up this good opportunity to ride the wind because of the snow fall.
Really do not know that the EPA guys get paid so much peace of mind? This winter no one with ...... stupid, a person passed that winter to the street entrance, and then stood there dumbfounded. It seems that from the street can feel that happiness.
At that time, the pair of figures seemed to be shuttling in the crowd, and fixed eyes to look at the time but disappeared.
They are the ones who have been in the business for a long time, and they are the ones who have been in the business for a long time.
Suddenly, the scene of two fools sitting in a shopping mall drinking coffee and eating kebabs appeared in my mind. Although it was a very messy time, the feeling of happiness was the same as when they were strolling on the street in that winter.
Then the bright light outside the window started to glow red. And my thoughts returned to the windowsill.
The nearby steel mill was dumping steel slag, or it wouldn't have reflected the whole sky red. This red snow light, is not the same as the fairy tale about the warmth of the fireplace has the same flavor? My face is also reflected red, my hands, my body, are red, exactly and not red, is the fire kind of warm color.
A kite was flying in the sky, and I was pulling a thread in my hand, but I don't know if it was the thread of the kite. Anyway, little by little, I watched her in the wind and clouds waving ah, tumbling ah ...... I do not know that the kite is broken or how, in my eyes, I am so want to get it, so I began to make hard to close the line, until the tired hand pain, only to stop and rest.
Several people around me were also sweating and looking at the sky, where there were more and more kites, but not the ones I was looking at. Suddenly a horrible thought came to my mind, what if there was another kite on the other side of the line after the line was retracted? I sat down paralyzed, not knowing what to do.
The spool was dropped at my feet, I wanted that kite so badly and was terrified that what I would end up pulling back would be something else that I wouldn't see in my eyes. A guy passed me by and inadvertently kicked my spool, so it rolled.
I noticed and got up to get it, but the other guy grabbed it, called and ran off. And got his own kite, which was nothing but a skeleton, and threw it into the wind.
I was surprised that a skeleton kite could still dance on the wind and then jump back up into the clouds, and that there were guys like that in the crowd below cheering for the skeleton that had just flown up there. Totally disorganized, the momentary thought made it impossible for me to find the person who grabbed my spool.
And the kite I had my eye on started to slowly fall, was my spool the one? I was angry, I roared, many kites embraced up to fascinate my eyes, I was entangled in the line, although I know that these kites do not belong to me, at that time I did not have a spool in my hand, but I still took the excuse to break a few kites. Alas, are men always like this ***? A gust of wind blew, what all blew away, originally stuck in the body of the kites were also blown far away, even around the clothes ah, shoes and hats ah, were blown out of sight.
The day began to snow ...... but it was like a piece of paper ...... a burst of light shone, the snow turned red, not warm red, but blood red ...... This is the broken kites. In crying tears?
3. borrowed objects plus description of the composition of about 150 wordsCandle, everyone has seen, all think it is the most ordinary object in the world. At first, I also thought so, but now I dare not think so about it.
In normal times, this little thing is not noticed, and only when the power goes out, people think about candles. On this day, the power went out, and I heard my mom say that it seemed to be affected by the typhoon. Mom took out a small candle and lit it. At this time, I began to pay attention to this small candle. Although it was small, from the red body and the dancing flame, we could see that it was selfless, and it was willing to burn itself to bring us a share of light and heat. This kind of selfless spirit is how valuable, it spared no effort, selfless sacrifice, I think it must be happy.
Suddenly, I remembered: teachers are not this red candle? They are silent, willingly dedicate their youthful years; head full of silk slowly turned into silver hair; bright forehead and the corners of the eyes have appeared a road, a gradually deepening wrinkles, with everything is not a teacher concerned about the students the best witness? Teachers love students, all their knowledge to each student, their love to each seedling, teachers and candles are how similar ah!
4. Borrowed from the composition of 150 words flower
When I was a child, I never understood why so many people are in favor of the plum in the flower, love in the plum flower, it is not as fragrant as jasmine, not as beautiful as chrysanthemums, not as beautiful as the peach blossom. But when I participated in the plum blossom festival in Hongmei Park, I understand ......
On Saturday, my classmates and I made an appointment to go to Hongmei Park to enjoy the plum, we just walked into the park, a burst of fragrance on the face, we greeted the scent of the advance, not long after a tall plum tree into the eyes, the plum blossom flowers are not big, but has opened up A lot of it. Look! Tree poles, tree branches, but not chaotic, colorful plum blossoms in the branches of the tree competing to open, they have different postures: some stand alone; some and other flowers leaning together, as if not awake; some clustered together, as if to say: "partners, the weather is too cold, let's get together to get warm ah! Some of them are only unfolding two or three petals, as if a butterfly is about to spread its wings and fly; others are smiling and blossoming, as if a beautiful girl. I watched, as if I had become a beautiful plum blossom, in the branches and companions play happily together. The branch became my "cradle", as long as the wind blew, the branch will gently flutter with the wind. At night, as long as the wind blows, the leaves will gently shake, but also keep sending out "rustle" sound, play lullabies for me, accompanied by me into the dreamland. Suddenly blew a cold wind will wake me up from the beautiful dream, I just remembered that I am not the plum flower, I am looking at the plum flower it!
Plum blossoms leave the beauty of the white world, embellish the white world, with the red plum blossoms, the world of all things seem more beautiful it is also fragrant, but who knows "plum blossom fragrance from the bitter cold to come," the hardship; it is pretty, but "pretty also do not compete in the spring, but only to the spring to report. " Plum blossom, proud of snow and frost, not afraid of difficulties, modest and optimistic. It bows to the end of its life, until it dies. A touch of red in exchange for the spring full of heaven and earth. It is the most extraordinary flower; the most resilient flower. "The sword sharpens from sharpening, the fragrance of plum blossom comes from bitter cold." Plum blossom in the winter frost fighting snow, not afraid of the freezing cold, not afraid of ice attack snow invasion, when other flowers wither and fall, flower residual leaf failure, plum blossom is headlong, unique, standing proudly in this icy sky and snow.
Although the plum blossom in the winter open although not as graceful as roses, not as noble as the orchid, but the beauty of nature cultivated the plum blossom unique character and spirit. Plum blossom is not afraid of the cold, the character of the snow and wind when I inspired; plum blossom to the world of beauty and fragrance, the loneliness of the spirit of their own when I encouraged. I want to put the plum blossom in my heart forever, so that my heart and the character of the plum blossom beat together!
I fell in love with the plum blossom, and I love the plum blossom in winter even more. Because there are plum flowers in the cold winter let me touch, let me reverie. Plum flowers dress up the cold winter, bring infinite vitality to the world. I saw the blooming plum blossoms, winter does not feel winter. The wind smiling red plum, not only embellish the beautiful world, but also in the embellishment of my soul, I also want to be like the plum flower for the beauty of the world to add their own color.
5. Borrowed from the diary 150 wordsSpeaking of candles I believe that we are no strangers, it is an indispensable good friend in our lives. The body of the cylinder has a thick and thin. The color is mostly white, but also red and other colored.
Don't look at its very inconspicuous appearance, its role can be more. The first thing we think of is that it is a power outage, a birthday, of course, it is not missing its figure, the clothes of the zipper rusted to take it can also play a big role.
One night I was writing homework, a sudden blackout, a small candle came forward, a small flame suddenly lit up the whole room. I buried my head to continue to write my homework, and so I completed my homework only to look up and notice the appearance of the small candle, its flame flickering as if in the smile at me, but also like to praise me. But when I saw its originally long body became much shorter, saw it shed tears, looked at the originally smooth body became lumpy, like a clown. Can not help but make me fall into a deep meditation --- our beloved teachers, as we grow day by day, their youthful beauty is not also disappearing day by day?
You burn yourself to light up others. Candle I love you! Teachers I love you!
6. Write an essay on plants as a metaphor for people in about 100 wordsPlum blossoms
Tiny petals, thin and strong branches, pale pinkish-white, entangled in the aroma of the circumference. That is a kind of flower that opens proudly only in winter, that is a kind of flower that looks more pure white only in the snow, that is a kind of flower that can't be pressed by the snow. Yes, that is the plum blossom. In the winter snow proudly stand up flowers.
May, the season of spring and summer. The sun shines brightly, beautiful flowers. Spring flowers and magnolias have just failed to bloom, moonflower sprouted a small bud, a string of pink peach blossoms, green grass, all of this, as people say, yes, this I agree, spring is indeed a season of recovery of all things. She gives people the feeling of tender green, light green, endless green, and summer, green deeper, that is emerald green, green more deep.
However, winter, the four seasons of the most lifeless a season, give people the feeling of boundless white, snowflakes covered, swept away, just for this withered winter to add a few points of green pines and cypresses, at this time was also covered with a thick snow cover.
Those summer flowers, at this time there are only rotten leaves. No longer have the old delicate, no longer have the old rich, no longer have the old days of God, their only remaining short branches, but also under the pressure of the snow was tired straight gasping, can only sadly wait for the arrival of the God of Death.
And at this time, in the snow, in the sky, in the lamentation of all things, the plum blossom appeared, in the snow proudly stood. Her high and thin branches are not affected by the wind and snow at all. Proudly facing the frost. Blossoming in the wind and snow, full of bravado, quite.
Plum blossoms
Tiny petals, thin and strong branches, pale pinkish-white, entangled in the aroma of the circumference. That is a kind of flower in the winter to open proudly, that is a kind of flower in the snow to appear more pure white, that is a kind of snow can not be pressed flowers. Yes, that is the plum blossom. In the winter snow proudly stand up flowers.
May, the season of spring and summer. The sun shines brightly, beautiful flowers. Spring flowers and magnolias have just failed to bloom, moonflower sprouted a small bud, a string of pink peach blossoms, green grass, all of this, as people say, yes, this I agree, spring is indeed a season of recovery of all things. She gives people the feeling of tender green, light green, endless green, and summer, green deeper, that is emerald green, green more deep.
However, winter, the four seasons of the most lifeless a season, give people the feeling of boundless white, snowflakes covered, swept away, just for this withered winter to add a few points of green pines and cypresses, at this time was also covered with a thick snow cover.
Those summer flowers, at this time there are only rotten leaves. No longer have the old delicate, no longer have the old rich, no longer have the old days of God, their only remaining short branches, but also under the pressure of the snow was tired straight gasping, can only sadly wait for the arrival of the God of Death.
And at this time, in the snow, in the sky, in the lamentation of all things, the plum blossom appeared, in the snow proudly stood. Her high and thin branches are not affected by the wind and snow at all. Proudly facing the frost. Blossoming in the snow and wind, full of bravado, standing up, standing up, let the wind and snow blow ......
This is the reason why I love the plum blossom, strong and unyielding. Although the winter is so cold that people are too lazy to go out, but the plum blossom is in the wind and snow in the small flowers, and this small flowers, the spirit of the symbol, but far more noble than that summer in the bright and colorful roses, moon season, peony.
Look at the plum blossom, like a pure white snow, but the snow melted, leaving just a puddle of stains, flashy, false, while the plum blossom, she is really pure white, sometimes with a little bit of pink, she left behind, is seemingly no aroma. Her simplicity and elegance, but also not common people can reach.
You see that in the wind and snow proudly standing, blossoming plum blossoms, do you not feel her beauty in the slightest? Is not in the boundless snow, you suddenly see a standing plum blossom in front of you, you will not be her kind of frost, strong and unyielding spirit infected? Do not you ever think, she and the Red Army soldiers more or less similar to the spirit of strength and unyielding? Don't you think that the snowy plum, really symbolizes our revolutionary soldiers, symbolizing their kind of tenacity, the courage to fight, longing for the arrival of the blizzard of that kind of spirit, that kind of quality of will?
7. Use the technique of borrowing things as a metaphor to write a favorite things about 150 wordsSpring rain winter snow attracts people's imagination, because it is pure and beautiful; autumn gold is desirable, because it represents the joy of the harvest; summer's tender green is loved, because it is green; spring rain is comfortable, because it is soft and airy.
There is a quiet feeling in the spring rain, there is a moving mood, everything in the spring rain, always so intriguing, memorable. Spring rain like silk, transparent spring rain is that kind of fine, intertwined to form a piece of people love the fish curtain, a piece of hazy, a piece of but dashing.
A root of the rain drift on the opposite roof, always like a light smoke lingering. This is the mood of the quiet right! It is always so mysterious, and rich and poetic.
I shed tears, no, this is not my tears, is the tears of all of us. A little spring rain has such noble feelings, but you and I have? No, no.
I looked at the spring rain, let the spring rain upset my hair. I seem to have become a spring rain, become that interpretation of the value of life spring rain ...... hope to adopt.
8. Use candles to write a metaphorical composition 150 wordsAt nightfall, the lights in every house are already on. I rushed home and was about to open my bag to do my homework when suddenly there was no electricity at this time I remembered that I was disliked in the corner of the half candle. Since we're in a rural area, the power often goes out. My mom would buy more candles. Candles are only a few centimeters long, but they are so insignificant in other people's eyes. But it can bring us a good 2. When there is no electricity, candles can bring us a little light. A little romance. Some warmth. Every time I think of candles, I think of the following; "Silkworms die with silk. The wax torch turns into ashes and the tears begin to dry." People always compare candles to teachers. Adults. They always tell others that the candle's life is always dedicated to mankind. But I think the candle not only gives us light but also its spirit of self-sacrifice. Just like a teacher who gives his life's knowledge to us without reservation. Candles are great but ordinary, waiting for a long time but can only give people a moment of light. But this is also a lifetime of eternity. The human door is also so.