Five narrative essays on making the most beautiful leaf
Life draws a beautiful curve in the wind. That was the last dance I dedicated to the earth. Then, I resolutely returned to the embrace of the earth, because I was a leaf. Come and read with me the five narrative essays on making the most beautiful leaf. Everyone is welcome to read.
Narrative of making the most beautiful leaf 1
I am a very ordinary leaf. Although I don’t have the conspicuous color of flowers, I don’t have the strength and bravery of bamboo shoots, and I don’t have a pair that can fly. wings. But I have lived a wonderful and happy life all my life.
Spring is here, flowers are blooming, and everything is revived. I emerged from the big tree's mother's arms with my little green head, and looked curiously at the world: I saw the peach blossom girl spreading her pink face; the pear blossom girl revealing her bright white skin; and the little grass brother sticking out his green little head. Head; Aunt Willow took out new branches and grew green leaves. The clear streams and springs emit unusually beautiful sounds. And the little swallows and many birds sang together to welcome the arrival of spring? I looked at it, and suddenly the spring rain came quietly, rustling, rustling, rustling, and he used his sweet milk to nourish us and let us grow strong. .
Summer is here, and the hot sun is almost scorching the earth. So, my brothers and sisters and I held up a green umbrella. When the farmer uncle was tired from work, he could sit under me and take a rest; Go to the battlefield. Cicadas kept singing on the branches, which seemed to add a bit of vitality to the hot summer. At night, some old people were playing cards below, and some parents were telling stories to their children. Seeing this, I couldn't help but laugh.
Autumn is here, the air is crisp and the fruits are fragrant. I am also old, and I am floating down to enjoy my old age. I am flying in the air and listening to the songs of birds leaving. I am floating to the orchard, feeling the fragrance of fruits and vegetables, and seeing the good harvests of the fruit farmers. I am floating in the air. When I got to the water, I saw the fish swimming happily in the water and playing. I also turned into a small boat to ferry the ants to the other side; I finally floated under another big tree and became the cradle of the mantis.
Winter is here, and snowflakes are dancing in the air, like white butterflies. I was buried underneath and turned into fertilizer so that the tree could grow strong. This is how my life ends.
Although my life is short, I live it very wonderfully! Narrative Essay on Making the Most Beautiful Leaf 2
Autumn is a colorful season, with abundant fruits and fragrant osmanthus, but the most eye-catching thing is the colorful leaves with different shapes.
I strolled along the tree-lined path and looked into the distance. Various leaves looked even more gorgeous against the backdrop of the gray gravel road, including red ones like fire, purple ones like clouds, and yellow ones. Like gold? My favorite is the maple leaves over there. From a distance, it looks like a blazing flame. Taking a closer look, I found that some of the maple leaves on the same tree were bright red, so red that they turned purple; some were green, with greenish green; some were yellow, bright yellow and tender yellow; and some were even red and green. When you touch it, it is neither smooth nor rough. A breeze blew, and the maple leaves swayed in the wind, as if countless hands were waving to me. I looked at these maple leaves and couldn't help but feel relaxed and happy.
Then walking forward, I saw another tall and upright ginkgo tree. Some of the leaves on the tree are golden, and in the sunlight, they sparkle like gold ingots hanging on the tree; some are still green, like pieces of emerald. If you look carefully, the edges of the green ginkgo leaves are a little yellowish. When you touch it, it is very smooth and you can barely feel the veins of the leaves. A gust of wind blew by, and the leaves swayed from side to side, like fans, gently fanning passers-by. At this time, the leaves on another ginkgo tree fell like a goddess scattering flowers, and like yellow butterflies, dancing in the air, then falling gently and lying quietly on the ground. I think that in a few days, the path will be covered with fallen leaves, covering the ground with a colorful carpet.
Autumn is the last season of leaves’ lives. When their lives are about to end, they decorate the autumn and make it more beautiful.
Now, they slid off the branches safely and turned into nutrients, giving their nutrients to the big tree. How much did they contribute in their lifetime?
The life of leaves is short and tortuous. Of course it is also joyful. No matter what, the life of every leaf is meaningful and valuable. Let us learn to be a beautiful leaf. Regardless of whether we are rich or poor, we should do what we should do, give full play to our own strengths, and create a valuable life! Narrative Essay on Making the Most Beautiful Leaf 3
Look! There is an old willow tree curled up by the roadside. It is lying there in a ragged coat. The strong wind of the cold winter beats its old bones, and it moans from time to time, lingering in my ears. I don’t want to see it anymore. , and didn’t want to look anymore, disappeared on this long road with heavy steps.
I don’t know how long it took, but winter roared away. Spring returns shyly, and every corner of the earth is trembling, but the old willow tree is lying there peacefully. A gust of spring breeze blew by, the grass woke up, the flowers bloomed, and the poplar leaves magically came to life. They waved their green little hands and high-fived the spring, completely ignoring the willow tree next to them. Has its life been taken away by the ruthless cold wind? Maybe so. When the warmth spread across the earth, a dazzling green broke into my eyes. It was so gorgeous and fragile, so brisk and full of vicissitudes, because it was the rag that it decorated. It actually came to life. , a miracle was born in this fragile spring.
It grows quickly, crazily, and the thin branches pull out from the cracks in the cracked trees. The willow leaves spread on the thick branches; they are burning. Time is so slow here. An old willow tree can contain such huge energy that I couldn't help but touch its ragged clothes with my hands. It was about to explode, like an electric shock. I felt its blood churning, flying, and surging - I was shocked. I climbed up that old willow tree, no! It should be a young willow tree, lying on the intertwined branches. The willow leaves slid through my heart, and a refreshing breath spread throughout my body. I stroked the willow leaves that looked like gold. When communicating with it, I realized and awakened. It was telling a kind of perseverance, interpreting a quality of loving life, and proving the spirit of never giving up and surpassing oneself. I finally found a perfection that will inspire me and protect me.
At this moment, I would like to bathe in the sunshine and turn into a small willow leaf, fully displaying the spirit and life given by the old willow! Forever and forever? Be the most beautiful leaf Narrative 4
A fallen leaf once grew on a tree. It is a leaf, a weak leaf. When the wind blows, I am afraid that it will wither accidentally. But it is green, with perfect vitality in the green, and perfect in the youthful color.
Ye Zi’s life has never lasted forever, just like the words Zeng Jin said and the pictures he saw will eventually be severely forgotten. The dynamism of the past and present is like the flowers blooming in the past, and it is also like the lush branches and leaves.
One piece after another, whizzing, whizzing, and when the wind comes, it dances brilliantly with the wind. Dancing alone and stumbling wantonly, it is said that people who can read leaves are happy people. They can put aside distracting thoughts to materialize people and understand them.
Everyone stays in the fleeting years, enjoying themselves alone under the bright sky. It sets off the warmth of the blue sky and represents the messenger of nature. Ye Zi looked at the people, passing by them indifferently, one scene after another. The scene does not change but the person is always changing. Occasionally looking at it, it is also the people next door who are in a daze. When people were tired, they suddenly looked at him, their demented faces were very peaceful. At this moment, the earth becomes intoxicated. The leaves are also sad, sad about unknown thoughts.
The leaves are surging and gradually reveal their vicissitudes of color. Cheng Dang, a nameless song of melancholy.
The leaves slowly turn red, and the dazzling red color brings out the strangeness of loving it. There are always people looking at him on the roadside, showing what seems to be admiration. The leaves are working hard, and you no longer need to admire them alone. Someone starts to appreciate its beauty and red makeup. The wind came and the leaves danced. The trees are full of flowers, full of joy. The leaf completed its mission and began to wither. At the last moment, it fluttered in the wind. He wanted to float to his hometown, which was in the dust. However, it falls on the person's face. Then enter the dusty fragrance?
Some people who have watched this beautiful scenery praised and said that the leaves are like butterflies flying.
The leaves sigh in the dust and praise this beauty. What is flying is not a butterfly, but a leaf! Narrative Essay on Becoming the Most Beautiful Leaf 5
From the moment you step into the Meiling campus, you will feel that it is beautiful.
The reason why it is beautiful is that when you walk into the campus, the fragrance and lushness on your face make you feel full of vitality. The elegant and beautiful teaching buildings stand in the center of the campus in a well-proportioned manner. Even in the severe cold and scorching heat, the east, west, and south winds are not enough to shake them. The flower garden surrounded by the teaching building has been red like fire and red like clouds for thousands of years. The lush green ivy stretches out its soft tendrils and clings to the bamboo poles that guide it, like a graceful dancer dancing a waltz. There is also a flower that I can't name but it is fragrant. It seems like a row of shy little girls hiding behind the green grass and playing hide and seek. Behind the flowerbed is a row of green bushes, like a row of sentinels guarding Miss Hua'er. The pines and cypresses on campus are evergreen all year round. In the middle of winter, although the bark of the trees has been cracked, they still stand majestically in front of the flowers and plants, with tall and straight postures and majestic air. All of this is set off by the green carpet of lawn, making it look particularly peaceful and beautiful.
The reason why it is moving is because of the children seeking knowledge here. When facing first-grade children, their innocence makes me laugh, but their naughtiness and mischief often make me at a loss. Some knowledge needs to be mastered by students in class. First-grade students have just transitioned from kindergarten, and their enthusiasm for knowledge is indeed very high. They often perform particularly well in the first ten minutes of class: listening attentively, speaking actively, and making cute pictures. The little face is full of seriousness and hard work. But as soon as these ten minutes pass, they often start to slack off, chatting quietly with their deskmates, and playing around with their friends. The teacher is already blurred in their sight, not to mention the rules and regulations that have long been forgotten. system. No matter how much you emphasize discipline on the podium, it will not work for them. On the contrary, the louder the teacher's voice was, the louder the children's voices were. Several times, I had to stop the class and straighten out the discipline. However, it not only delayed the class time but also made it difficult to achieve actual results. Teacher Ji Qin, the director of the grade department, saw my problem and said to me: "All adults need praise, let alone children." ?I had an idea, yes, why not manage the children in a different way? When the children were reading in class, I gave them a smile and affirmation in a timely manner; when the children enthusiastically answered the questions raised by the teacher, I raised my eyebrows at them. Thumbs up; when students listen to the class attentively and complete their homework carefully, I reward them with a short fable? It really works. Children who are used to harvesting little red flowers in kindergarten find that their friends are praised by the teacher one after another. I also want to be the best among my classmates, so each one does better than the other. I often achieve the teaching goals easily after a class, and I also gain good classroom discipline.
Professor Zhu Yongxin wrote in the educational poem "Enjoying the Happiness of Education": There is an attitude called enjoyment, and a feeling called happiness. Only by learning to smile can you enjoy life, and only by knowing how to sow happiness can you reap happiness. . So, dear teacher, let us smile and fill our children's hearts with sunshine; let us sow happiness and make our children's tomorrow more brilliant; let us fill our hearts with smiles and happiness.
In Meiling, feel the reality of education with your heart; in Meiling, make the most beautiful leaf with your heart.