Calling Red dust has passed a thousand years, the tip of the heart residual point of thought, read the poet saint long song to sigh, remembered to Li Xian floating and scattered, flipped the poems from the heart to say praise, recite the best lines of the heart is very blue, this is not fantastic, if forgotten that is really a sigh of relief.
Thousands of years of circulation, and now the soul of the nation in the trembling, I am also in the scruples, the road is long, the language murmured, the poetry to say call! Waiting, looking forward to the return of the real culture, looking forward to, hoping that the dregs of culture no longer flood! A night of quiet thought, the next day confused, the years flow, buried in mourning, that part of history we can not forget: the tip of the pen gently rubbed over the paper, full of scripture to let it soar, swinging in Suzhou and Hangzhou, listening to the midnight poetry accompanied by the sound of the bells echoing, banished to faraway places, poetry to show that the heart is also like steel, touring the famous scenic spots as much as possible, the day under the foot of the song and sing, lying down, thoughts fluttering. Rise and fall back, poems and songs, what a pleasure! We are now living too busy, say a call to poetry! Confucian words, ink so far, famous quotes, such as the Ganges sandstone said endless: "Sunrise river flowers red hot, spring river water green as blue."
Jiangnan scenery in which. Autumn depression unceasingly, entangled and entangled, endless feelings, all in the "boundless fallen trees under the Xiao Xiao, endless Yangtze River rolling."
Loneliness and misery in the "Sycamore and rain, to dusk, dotted. This time, how a word of sadness."
The words of the words show no doubt. "All of the thousands of sails are not, oblique glory pulse water leisurely."
And also said "in the sky would like to be a bird with wings, in the ground would like to be linked branches." The first time I saw this was when I was in the middle of the night, and it was the first time I saw a man in the middle of the night.
It is really beautiful to carry! We live too "rough", the whole day, swallowed in one lump, say a call to poetry, savor the beauty of the world. In fact, poetry is not far away from us, we are away from it, just look back in a hurry, the years have gone, admittedly, this is a thousand years ago, the prevailing culture, but this is precisely the treasure of the Chinese national culture, is that we can not forget the memory of the country can not give up the essence of the country, the soul of the country! Say a call to poetry, because we are the children of China, inherited the wisdom of our ancestors and the precious poetry they left behind.
Nowadays, the world is confused and disorganized, advocating secularism and desire, we can not stray from this place, do not want to integrate with what can be used to resist? Pick up the side of the only remaining pen ink on paper, with their own words and the sky resistance and secular resistance! Say a call to poetry, use it to adhere to their own ideals, use it to continue the hope of the world, recite a couple of lines when you're bored, when you're excited to write a poem, fast, wonderful! Say a call to poetry, so that the belly is no longer pale, the fog in front of the eyes suddenly scattered, inherited the wisdom of our forefathers to make their own belly with poetry! Say a call to poetry, let us pick up this most beautiful treasure! Calling for integrity with the heart Embracing integrity and living a true life is a challenge of life. The world's most important thing is that the world's most important thing is the world's most important thing.
In the midst of the hustle and bustle, we have a few tricks up our sleeves. The first thing I'd like to say is that I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to do it.
Buried heart love, favoring the right and left to talk about other things; knitted brows, who are difficult to eat the true meaning of it.
The young man who crossed the river to face the danger, abandon the integrity of the behavior, precisely illustrates the devaluation of integrity in today's society. Early in the morning, when you take a day of good mood, squeeze on the crowded bus, rushed next to you a few Ivar smile, in exchange for only bewilderment and or ridicule or ironic whispers, you then sigh is the integrity of the exchange of difficult; when you and your friends to sit around a group of people, free to talk about the friendship, you are in a day and suddenly found that the person next to the person you have long been regarded as a lifelong best friend is the origin of all your rumors, you then sadly is the integrity of the The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
Surrounded by high-rise buildings, you are often surprised at the lack of integrity. However, there is often a sense of defeat in people's hearts.
Because after all, we really understand: only with wealth, beauty, honor and talent, life will only be like a vast sand dunes on the Gobi Beach. Only the embellishment of integrity, will inject new green for the desert, so that the desert into a vibrant green paradise.
Let us use our hearts to call for integrity, so that integrity into the morning before your window a ray of warm sunshine, so that integrity into the birds singing in your ears, so that integrity into your cold around the red fire, so that integrity into the hot sun on top of your head of a piece of green shade. Calling for integrity with the heart, longing for Li Bai, "Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun sent my love" of the ancient chant, reverence for the great revolutionary mentor Marx and Engels simple and pure revolutionary friendship and feelings.
Calling for honesty with the heart, let honesty become the criterion of your life, so that their own fulfillment of the integrity of the practice of the birth of the heart of the moving, so that the life of honesty and integrity and get a breath of fresh air. Call for integrity, embrace integrity, for your personality painted a layer of bright colors! Call for integrity, embrace integrity, let the world because of integrity and spring, colorful! Call for freedom Life is precious, love is more expensive.
If it is for freedom, both can be thrown away. -Title In my dream, there is a huge space, where the sky is not unchanging, it is always changing the color I set for it; rainbow occasionally and unexpectedly appeared in the south; snow-white wall is a certain whim of my graffiti left behind; no wings, I can also fly with the wind ...... That is exclusively for me to let my heavenly world.
"What are you staring at, the midterm exam is coming, don't you hurry up and study, so careless." Mom suddenly a muffled roar dispersed my thoughts, back to God, where is the sky? Where is the rainbow? In front of me is just a homework book and test questions.
In the dim light, the hands of the test paper more pale. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that.
Recently, in order to "meet" the midterm examination, review materials splitting head and face "smashed" down, but we struggled in the sea of questions. Even on weekends, I can't get away from my homework.
Math, language, English ...... how to FREE this simple word is so easy to write, but do it seems to be more difficult than the sky. Finally, I was "triggered" by a difficult math problem, and waved my pen out of the door.
Standing in front of the snack bar, I left three skewers of meat, right hand two cones, goodbye to a long time of food, I thought, this is the freedom ah! Passing through the crossroads, saw a young man in a flyer, I received a flyer, while wondering, so.
2. SeekRemember a blue umbrella My sight, so long had to be for a blue umbrella to hold ...... that blue, bright and clear as the sky.
Those rainy days when I was a kid, my mom always held a blue umbrella to pick me up at school, my head was a blue, my shoulders were shrouded in a blue, and as far as the eye could see, it was a blue sky without rain. Later, on a rainy day, the short me looked up to talk to my mom, only to find that my mom's half of the sky was a gloomy gray, the wind mixed with raindrops, falling into my mom's gray sky, my mom's shoulders were wet, and my hair in front of my forehead was wet, and I, still in a blue, rainless sky.
"Mom, the umbrella is crooked," I warned, "No, the umbrella isn't crooked." Mom replied softly and my eyes fell on the tilted umbrella handle, "It's true, the umbrella is crooked."
Mom stubbornly said, "No, really no ......" Later I grew up, no longer want my mother to pick me up on rainy days, that blue umbrella in the cabinet faded year after year, I once thought I faded away from it. Perhaps it was a coincidence that it was another rainy day, another blue umbrella, and underneath it was my mom and me, almost as tall as my mom, holding the umbrella.
My eyes fell so unconsciously on the handle of the umbrella, and that scene was mixed with the scene of my childhood, when my mom was shrouded in a blue rainless sky. And my shoulders were wet, and so was my hair.
"The umbrella's crooked," my mom reminded me, "No, it's not crooked." "It's true, the umbrella is crooked," Mom repeated.
"Mom, really it's not crooked, no." There was a long silence under the umbrella, but I turned around and caught a glimpse of crystalline droplets of water across my mom's cheeks.
The faded color of the umbrella, and then reappeared in the previous clear as the blue of the sky. I finally realized that for a long time, my mother has been holding up a sky without rain for me, and now, I want to give my mother a happy sky, even though Meng Jiao said, "Who said that an inch of grass heart, to repay the three spring sunshine.
So my sight is tied to that blue umbrella, late at night every night under the lamp night battle is me, every weekend shuttle in the remedial location is me ...... All this, because of that tilted blue umbrella. That blue color, bright and clear as the sky, so that my eyes do not dare to move away, never dare to move away.
3. imitation Beijing's Spring Festival essay 300 words, write FushunAccording to the old rules of Beijing, the Spring Festival begins almost at the beginning of the waxing moon.
"Laxi Laxi, freezing cold crows", this is the coldest time of the year. On the day of Lapa, every family boils Lapa congee.
The congee is made of various kinds of rice, various kinds of beans, with various kinds of dried fruits. This is not porridge, but a small agricultural fair.
In addition to this, on this day, the garlic is brewed. The garlic cloves are put in vinegar and sealed for the New Year's dumplings.
By the end of the year, the garlic is soaked in emerald color, and the vinegar has a spicy flavor, color and taste, so that people can not help but eat a few more dumplings.
Children preparing for New Year's Eve, the first big thing is to buy a mixer. This is made of peanuts, jujube, hazelnuts, chestnuts, etc. mixed with candied fruit.
Children like to eat these bits and pieces. The second big thing is to buy firecrackers, especially for the boys.
I'm afraid the third thing is to buy all sorts of things - kites, firecrackers, harmoniums and so on. The children rejoice and the adults are busy.
They had to prepare everything for the New Year, everything to eat, everything to drink. They also had to make new shoes and clothes for the children, so that they would be able to show the newness of the New Year.
The 23rd day of the Lunar New Year is almost a "dress rehearsal" for the New Year. In the old society, the night of the family sacrifice Zao Wang, from a dark child firecrackers will sound, with the sound of firecrackers to Zao Wang's paper like incineration, the beautiful name called Zao Wang sent to heaven.
In the first few days, the street has more or less how much to sell maltose and jiangmai sugar, sugar shape or rectangular or the size of the melon shape. According to the old saying: there is sugar sticking to the mouth of Zao Wang, he will not report bad things in the family to the Jade Emperor when he gets to heaven.
Nowadays, there are still candy sellers, but only by everyone to enjoy, and no longer sticky Zao Wang's mouth. After the twenty-third, everyone gets even busier... the New Year will be here in the blink of an eye.
Before New Year's Eve, families must put up the Spring Festival couplets, must be cleaned once, called sweeping. The meat, chicken, fish, vegetables, rice cakes and other things must be prepared enough, at least enough to eat for a week - according to *** custom, most of the store closed five days, to the first six days of the first month before opening.
If you don't prepare for the next few days, it's not easy to replenish. Also, in the old society, the old mother theory, pay attention to the New Year's Eve to cut out everything that should be cut out to save the first day of the first month to the first five and then move the knife, move the knife and cut is unlucky.
This contains superstitious meaning, but it also shows that we really love peace of mind, in the first year of the year even cut the knife are not willing to move a.
This is the first time in the world, the first time in the world, the first time in the world, the first time in the world. New Year's Eve is a blast.
The new year's eve is a time of great excitement and excitement. Young and old men and women are wearing new clothes, red couplets posted outside the door, the house posted a good colorful New Year's paintings, which family lights all night, not interrupted, the sound of artillery day and night.
People who work outside, unless absolutely necessary, must rush home to eat a reunion dinner, ancestor worship. On this night, except for very small children, there is no one sleep, but to keep the New Year's Eve.
New Year's Day is very different from New Year's Eve: New Year's Eve, the streets are crowded with people; New Year's Day, the store is on the board, in front of the door piled up last night's firecracker cardboard, the whole city is resting. The men went out before noon to relatives and friends to pay tribute to the New Year.
Women received guests at home. Meanwhile, many temples inside and outside the city were open for people to visit, and vendors set up stalls outside the temples to sell tea, food and various toys.
The Dazhong Temple outside the north city, the Baiyunguan outside the west city, and the Fire God Temple (Factory Deen) in the south city are the most famous. However, the first two or three days of the opening of the temple is not very lively, because people are still busy celebrating the New Year with each other, and have no time to do so.
To the first five or six, the temple began to scenery, the children are particularly enthusiastic to go to the stroll, in order to see the wild scenery outside the city, you can ride a donkey, but also to buy those New Year's unique toys. Baiyun Guan outside the square of the race car racing; in the old age, it is said that there are camel races.
These races do not strive for who is first and who is second, but rather to perform the beautiful gestures and skills of mules and horses and riders in front of an audience. Most of the stores open on the sixth day of the month, and firecrackers are again set off, and the whole town is filled with the sound of cannon fire from dawn to early morning.
Despite the opening, people were not very busy, except for the stores selling food and other important daily necessities, and the fellows in the stores could take turns to go to the temple fair, the footbridge, and the opera. The Lantern Festival (from the 13th to the 17th day of the first month of the lunar calendar) is the time of the year when the Lantern Festival (soup dumplings) comes to the market.
New Year's Eve is lively, but there is no moonlight; the Lantern Festival, it happens to be a bright moon in the sky. New Year's Day is decent, with bright red spring couplets pasted in front of every house and people wearing new clothes, but it is not beautiful enough.
Lantern Festival, everywhere hanging lights and colors, the whole street is like a happy event, fire and beautiful. Famous old stores have to hang out hundreds of lamps, some of them are all glass, some of them are all cow horn, some of them are all yarn lamps; some of them are in all shapes and colors, some of them are all painted all the Dream of Red Mansions or the Water Margin story.
This, in those days, is also a kind of advertising; lights hanging, anyone can enter the store to visit; evening lights are lit candles, the viewer is more. This is not a vulgar advertisement.
Dried fruit store in the festival of lights also do a batch of mixed business, so each unique, made of various kinds of ice lanterns, or wheat seedlings made into one or two turquoise dragons, to attract customers. In addition to hanging lights, the square also put flowers.
In the City God Temple and lit up the fire judge, the tongue of fire by the judge's clay statue of the mouth, ears, nose, eyes reach out. In the park, sky lanterns were released and flew into the sky like giant stars.
Men and women came out to walk on the moon, to see the lanterns, to see the fireworks; the streets were crowded with people. In the old society, women did not go out easily, so they could get some freedom in the festival.
Children buy all kinds of firecrackers, even if they do not run to the street to play, in the home can still have sound and light play. There are also lights at home: horse lanterns - the original movie - palace lanterns, paper lanterns of all shapes and colors, and sarongs, which have a small ling, when the time comes to tinkle.
Everyone must also eat soup dumplings ah. It is indeed a wonderful and happy day.
In the blink of an eye, to the end of the temple, students should go to school, adults and go to do things as usual, the New Year in the first month of the nineteenth end. The first month of the waxing moon and the first month of the new year, in the rural society is the most free time, and the pigs, cows and sheep are also growing, so we have to kill the pigs and slaughter the sheep, to reward the hard work of the year.
After the Festival of Lights, the weather turned warm, and everyone went back to work. The city of Beijing, although it is a city, but it also followed the rural community to celebrate the New Year, and it was a very lively and lively.
In the old days, the New Year was inseparable from superstition. Lapa congee, Guandong sugar, dumplings on New Year's Eve, all must first go to the Buddha, and then people.
4. imitation learning game 300 words essayLater, after some time, Yiqiu talked with others. Others asked Yiqiu: "How many disciples do you have?" "There are 2." "Who is the better of the 2 of them?" "I'll let them compete in a few days and we'll know the result." A week later, Yiqiu said to his disciples: "You follow me for a long time, must have learned a lot of things, I want to let you two test, so as to see the results of your learning, the winners and losers are not important, the important thing is that you have learned something." Both of them replied "I understand." And so the game began. At this time, the one who was not concentrating on learning the game suddenly realized that he had not made any progress in chess, and as time passed, the gap between him and his classmates had become very obvious. He was determined to catch up with his classmates. He lost the game and admitted his mistake to his teacher. The teacher forgave him and helped him with his lessons. He stopped thinking about other things in class, and often looked for chess books outside of class, and even ate his meals. Day after day, his efforts finally enabled him to catch up with his classmates. He thought to himself, "We were so far behind at that time! I've finally caught up. Don't fall behind again or I'll suffer even more! After a few days, the teacher let them compete again, he will not be as bitter as before, but "playing chess as God" he finally beat his classmates! The yellow sky is not responsible for the person who has the heart, as long as you work hard, there is nothing that can not be done.
5. fifth grade next book language text lesson 6 imitation writing 300 wordsIs this one?
Among the texts I have learned, I like the article "Vanka" the most As long as I have time, I take it out and read and think about it again and again.
The author of the text "Vanka" took Vanka to write a letter to the grandfather of this incident, recounted the tragic life of Vanka, reflecting the fate of the poor children of the old Russian era of misery. My tears came to my eyes; reading, my eyes appeared in front of Vanka's miserable life: I seemed to see the skinny bones, bare feet of the little Vanka; I seemed to see the boss with a belt to whip Vanka, the boss's wife poked Vanka's face with a fish mouth; I seemed to see Vanka huddled in the aisle; I seemed to see Vanka's sad call: "Dear Grandpa, have mercy! I can see Vanka's face; I can see Vanka huddled in the aisle; I can see Vanka calling out sadly, "Dear Grandpa, be merciful, take me out of here and go home."...... This scene of tragedy, this mournful call, want to be a sharp knife stabbed me in the heart. I really want to go into the book to pull up the little Fanca, kindly said to him: "Fanca, don't cry, I lead you to find grandpa!" But ...... I can only meet him in my dreams! Vanka so young to lose the love of relatives, in should be full of happiness, no good childhood, but did an apprenticeship, living a miserable life. How can a jonhaizi live in a capitalist society? It's a dead end in front of us. Instead, when we were as old as Vanka, we were helped by the patient education of our teachers and the unfailing care of our parents. We are growing up healthy and strong. We are living in a socialist life, compared with Vanka, is really too happy!
This is undoubtedly the result of the difference in social systems. Vanka lived in a capitalist society, at that time, the working people lived a very poor, very painful life, how many poor children like Vanka to endure the pain and ***. We live in a socialist society, where the people are the masters of the country, and we children and young people have become the "flowers of the motherland". We should study hard to live up to the hopes of the Party and the people.
Learning "Vanka" this text is I love the socialist motherland more, cherish our hard-won life today. The first time I saw a tiger, I thought it was a tiger and shot it, but it didn't have an arrowhead. Guang's county was known to have a tiger, and he shot it himself. And live in the right Beiping shooting tiger, tiger Teng hurt Guang, Guang also killed.
- from the "Records of the Grand Historian - General Li Guang Liezhuan"
Elementary school students essay - Li Guang shooting tiger essay Elementary school students essay - Li Guang shooting tiger essay
Li Guang, the Han Dynasty, the general, strong martial arts, good at archery, and his arrows can be said to be a hundred times a hundred hits.
One night, Li Guang went out hunting. As the moonlight was hazy, the clouds were filled with mist, and the branches of the trees were intertwined, it made him see a rock hidden in the grass a few meters away as a vicious crouching tiger.
Li Guang did not hesitate to raise his bow, put the arrow on the string, and pulled it hard, only to hear the bow make a "rattling" sound, and the string was taut. Li Guang held his breath and aimed at the target, and once he let go, the arrow flew towards the tiger with a swift and swift momentum. Only heard a "pfft" sound, the arrow had hit the tiger with an impartiality. Li Guang rushed forward to check, only to realize that it was just a rock, not a tiger. But his arrow was already y inserted in the stone cracks, only the plume of the arrow is still quivering in the wind.
7. Imitate "Qinyuanchun - Snow" to write a "Qinyuanchun - Spring"Thousands of years of seclusion, the vastness of the vault of the sky, the bright moon alone pity.
Ask the land of God, the descendants of the Yellow Emperor, when to wave the wings, fly away from the cold Xuan
Helplessness of war, and meet the national tragedy, it is difficult to extinguish the broken wall of the wall in the years.
Chang'e complains, but miserable jade tears, lonely sheep.
Guanghan several seasons time. Counting the scenery of the world of the people to move the sea.
Recall that year's campaign, the group of heroes pacified, the mighty service to the four fields, the country's fate is finally complete.
The rope was set up, the jade pole was hung high, and a Milky Way came out of Jiuquan.
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The opening paragraph summarizes the northern ten million, frozen snow drift static and dynamic.
The word "hope" is the overall leader of the majestic, virtual and real have imagination.
The mountains and the plains are dancing and moving, and the red dress is enchanting.
Intertextual metaphors and similes, and the mountains and rivers are strong.
The Jiangshan River is more delicate and skillful transition, countless heroes compete for the waist.
The word "pity" seems to be illogical.
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沁园春
雨抹晴妆,
修眉镜清,
寸碧翠浓.
The reed is a very good one,
The trees are very thick,
The pond is a very good one,
The face of the hibiscus is a very good one,
The reed is a very good one.
Thousands of birds,
two or three geese,
sometimes a flute wind.
In the slanting sun,
the curtains are half rolled up,
on the east side of the small bridge.
When will we meet again?
I'm not sure if you're still willing to carry wine in a flatboat, but I'm sure you're still willing to do it.
Laughing at the strong concept of life,
The heart of an inch is like iron,
Middle-aged and old,
sideburns into a fluffy.
The lotus spade planted vegetables,
the waist sickle mowed rice,
and sent to the western suburbs in the picture.
I look back in vain,
looking at the gulls and herons in the five lakes,
my heart is full of things.
The great man of my heart Essay To have a careful description, not less than 300 words
Essay in high school, written by Qu Yuan
The great man of my heart
The dusk bites through the lip of the night, scarlet blood splash wet the sky's clouds, as if a year as a day, a day as a dream, a year a day, a dream connected
The dream, the son of the hour will come, a clear cry breaks the silence. He is of noble birth, and in the midst of the military chaos, he must be "independent of the Su Shi, horizontal and not flow. God gave him the magnificent beauty of 'Sewing an orchid as a pendant for a river and a dahurica'. The silk robe can not wrap his "outline its no demand, deep solid hard to migrate" outstanding character. He was a man of great looks and extraordinary demeanor. That night, I laughed.
In the dream, the official Sanlu Dafu was determined to eliminate the bad government, internal manifestation of the law, the promotion of wisdom and ability, and external alliance with the weak against the strong, loyal to the country "certainly know that Jian Jian for the trouble and do it. He moved countless people with the persistence of "knowing that it is impossible to do, but to do". That night, my heart was pounding.
In his dream, the reins of the bones tied his bloodied body but could not bind his firm will, the slander seemed to shatter his dreams, but also strengthened his pace, the golden willow next to the Yuan-Xiang River listened to his "sun and moon are not drowning Ruoxi, the spring and autumn of its order of generation," the motto of the treasure of time. He fought against all the evil forces with unshakable strength, looking frank and happy. That night, I am still laughing, but the eyes are flooded with tears
In the dream, Ying fell, half a pot of turbid wine tipped over the Miluo River, ragged clothes in the wind show some melancholy, hair quietly hanging down seems to resist the downward slide of the tears." The days of "entering to discuss state affairs with the king, leaving to meet guests and deal with vassals" have passed, and he has no regrets. Lift the eyes turbid, unable to return to the sky, can adhere to a side of the soul of the quiet land, but he did not, because he felt that he was worth it. Vertical leap to end the "clouds from the heart of the water from the free" of the free, the grief and indignation of the cry of the acid sounding rock, ringing strangling the line of clouds. That night, the heart is dripping blood.
In the dream, a man carrying the spirit of the Yanhuang children of the Moon China's Chinese civilization of the tombstone, the Dragon Boat Festival people with rice dumplings to maintain his dignity and supreme glory, Liu Contempt issued: do not have Qu Yuan, will not see the "Li Sao" feeling, that night, the heart moved with him.
9. Write an essay on hometown imitation of the Three Gorges Autumn Essay three hundred wordsMy hometown is not a famous tourist attraction, and there are no beautiful green hills,. But, there is a small river there. I love my hometown y, and I love that little river even more.
When I was a child, the river occupied almost all of my childhood.
The river is shy in the spring. Every year in the spring when everything is recovering, the ice in the river slowly melted, the figure of the fish is gradually emerging, the bank has a layer of green things, a closer look before it suddenly realized that the original is the grasses revealed a lovely little head. A row of weeping willows on the bank also drew out new branches. At that time, a few of our buddies could only play on the side of the creek, but did not dare to go into the water.
The river is beautiful in summer. In the late spring and early summer, the river became our paradise. In the morning, standing on the side of the river, lush grass, colorful wildflowers are our best playmates, between the grass to pick some small flowers inserted in the hair, with a small hand dialing the grass leaves on the crystal dew drops. Occasionally there will be a butterfly girl gently flying to dance, then, we will chase the small butterflies running back and forth, and from time to time in the open space on the bank stepped out of the translucent small splash, splash full face, full body, but very happy. By midday, simply jump into the arms of the river to catch fish and shrimp, looking at the schools of fish happily in the water, but one can not catch. Are playing happily at the moment, parents will come to call to eat lunch, while walking and chided: "should not play with water ......" Even so, our hearts are sweet. In the evening, when the sun goes down in the west, people have to come to the river next to the tree under the cool, at this time the river is more and more charming and attractive, the setting sun reflects the red face of it, she is so beautiful.
10. spring Zhu Ziqing imitation writing scenery essay 300Looking forward, looking forward, with flocks of geese flying south, the footsteps of autumn is close.
Everything is full of peace and overflowing with the joy of the harvest, persimmons are ripe, sorghum 32313133353236313431303231363533e78988e69d8331333361313363 red, and the weather is cool.
The grass is gradually yellow, the garden, the field, look, a large area full of gold. Autumn leaves falling from the branches, scattered on the ground, as if a layer of gold carpet, walking on it issued a crisp sound, is to let me love.
Once in the spring, competing to put the glory of the flowers, at this time also lethargic down, do not want to go than the United States. But the fall, not only them, he wrote defying the frost of the flowers, still open dazzling, open brilliant. In the autumn wind spread a light fragrance.
Autumn wind cleansing your lungs, celestial music rattling your heart tone, nice, to the mother's words roaming through your heart. A burst of refreshing autumn wind blew through, blew away your irritable mind, bring you the joy of harvest. The grass came from the light birdsong, a sound, a burst, accompanied by the cool autumn wind, such as flowing water melodious pleasant, straight to the ear. The shallow singing, as if far away and near the music of the sky, refreshing cool peace of mind, intoxicated.
Autumn rain stretches delicate, such as a melodious ditty; autumn rain cold but not cold, such as a bend of the cold crescent moon; autumn rain is not sad and lonely, but through a spirit, want to Autumn's elves. Parents and children on the road to snuggle with each other, they are afraid of drenching you, you are afraid of drenching them; children will play in the rain, splashing the water to wash away the luxury of the world. Rain falls on the umbrella, rustling sound, it flows down the handle, fell on the ground, blooming water, and then seeped into the soil. Watching the clouds slowly dissipate, the sun revealed its light, and then the blue of autumn, the blue of peace.
In the fall, the whole world is colored yellow, and the fall is busy. Farmers look at the heavy fruit, smiling, naive smile can not hide the joy and hope. People in the city are also not idle, they are happy and happy. Every family, old and small, one by one, all out to enjoy the beauty of the scenery, relax and enjoy the autumn colors, each do their own a thing to go. "One point of plowing. A harvest. Once everyone paid for it sweat, hard work, in exchange for the harvest, full of joy
Autumn like a giant lion just woke up from sleep, shaking off a depression, it ran.
Autumn is like a young girl in flower season, the clear sky is like her pure and beautiful heart.
Autumn is like a strong young man, holding up a piece of blue sky with his arm, opening up new roads for us.
Autumn is like a strong youth, holding up a blue sky with his arms, opening up new paths for us.