Strolling along the crisscrossing country roads, the sun sets and isolated projections appear on the path.
Dusk dusk, that soft haze scattered on the earth, that the mountains want to fall red sun, that white with yellow colored clouds easy to add a lot of luster. I unconsciously hang my head, in thinking about tomorrow's exam, distracted.
I was lifelessly scattered looking at the beauty of the sunset, completely absorbed in it, I forgot the nervousness of tomorrow. Suddenly, the afterglow swept a bud about to open on the side of the road.
She quietly jade standing on the roadside, the wind brushed her, she squeezed her eyes and waved at you, she is really a lovely child. I gently squatted down, my hand involuntarily stroked up, child she seems to be very ticklish, twisting the body, a wobble, so not naughty! Look, her green oil-colored leaves, she looks so different in the sun, difficult to be so beautiful.
I really like, can not help but want to take it home. But then again, her roots are actually stuck in the yellow sand.
Gosh! I could not help but exclaim, stunned, I suddenly understood the meaning of the gods: although the environment we can not choose, but our future can be determined, as long as you have perseverance, perseverance, courage ...... difficult, fate will no longer be difficult to be terrible, your tomorrow will be beautiful, even if you are now in the end of the dusk. Life from life, lies in creating and overcoming, to face up to the challenge of setbacks to us, to work tirelessly to perfect it, until perfect.
2. How the roadside flowers open write a diarySunday, our little green guards bathed in warm sunshine. Come to Jinyang Square to participate in environmental public welfare activities.
Come to the square, we immediately do it, with practical action to practice green commitment. Some students picked up white trash, some planted flowers and plants, some for the holly facelift ....... Everyone was busy and happy. Just as we were busy, we suddenly saw not far away, there is a little boy, tied the rope to two small trees, and then sat on the rope swinging. As he swung back and forth, the trees were tossed around like a silent protest from the boy, more like a call to us - to us to save it from the boy's "clutches". Seeing this, Xiaoming and I immediately ran over to stop him. "Little boy, come down, the little tree will be killed by you." I said angrily. But he said disdainfully, "It's just a tree, what's the big deal, I'll pay for it if it dies." Xiao Ming said, "Yes, it's just a little tree, it won't fight back or complain, if instead you were that little tree and we treated you the same way, would you agree?" The little boy squeaked, not knowing how to answer, but not as godlike as before. I struck while the iron is hot and continued: "Do not look down on a tree, it holds a big umbrella in summer for people to cool, usually like a vacuum cleaner, absorbing a lot of dust, making a lot of oxygen, its colorful branches and leaves can beautify the environment, and its character is an example for us to learn from." The little boy lowered his head in shame. He said to us timidly, "May I join you?" Xiaoming and I said happily, "You are very welcome!" ......
Looking at the neat environment, colorful and various flowers, and thick big trees, our hearts were drunk and danced with the wind.
3. Please write an essay on the topic of "Wildflowers blooming on the roadside"This is a flower that blooms in the grass by the roadside, I still don't know what it is called, but I remember the delight I felt when I saw it in the midst of all the greenery.
When I unintentionally looked down and realized that it was blooming crisply at my feet, at that moment, I was in a blaze of glory, and a smile crept gently and quickly onto my face, and I thought I had seen spring.
A late autumn evening, I strolled alone in a quiet mountain road, the mood is very comfortable.
Suddenly, my eyes bright, not far from a dazzling golden, that brilliant, I can not help but speed up the pace. Closer, it turned out to be a clump of blooming wild chrysanthemums on the roadside.
The golden yellow petals, silk drooping. The yellow stamens, dark green stalks, like a young girl in a shy smile.
The sunlight through the gaps in the trees, sprinkled on the clumps of wild chrysanthemums, stars and dots swaying. At this moment, look at the golden yellow, as if in the flow, laughing, that intoxicating.
Attachment to look closely, between the green leaves, some flowers are not yet fully open, only slightly bloomed a smile; some are shyly playing the flowers, budding; some all open, Rui dress elegant, generous. Autumn wind sent wisps of fragrance, that intoxicating.
I gazed at the clumps of wild chrysanthemums for a long time, and my heart was filled with a sense of fulfillment that I have never felt before. The wild chrysanthemums are so tenacious that they never care about the smallness of their lives, and they keep showing their style to the nature, bringing warmth, peace and purity to this gloomy late autumn.
I love its simplicity, its tenacity, we people do not need to have the spirit of the wild chrysanthemum?
4. Please write a composition on the topic of "Wildflowers blooming on the roadside"This is a flower blooming in the grass by the roadside, I still don't know what it's called, but I remember the delight I felt when I saw it in the midst of a green field. When I inadvertently looked down and realized that it bloomed crisply at my feet, at that moment, I was in a blaze of glory, and a smile crept gently and quickly onto my face, and I thought I had seen spring.
A late autumn evening, I strolled alone in a quiet mountain road, the mood is very comfortable. Suddenly, my eyes lit up, not far from a dazzling golden, that brilliant, I can not help but speed up the pace.
Closer, it turned out to be a clump of blooming wild chrysanthemums on the roadside. The golden yellow petals, silk drooping. The yellow stamens, dark green stalks, like a young girl in the shy smile. The sunlight through the gaps in the trees, sprinkled on the clumps of wild chrysanthemums, stars and dots swaying. At this moment, look at the golden yellow, as if in the flow, in the laughter, so intoxicating.
Attachment to look closely, between the green leaves, some flowers are not yet fully open, only slightly bloomed a smile; some are shyly playing the flowers, budding; some all open, Rui dress elegant, generous. Autumn wind sent wisps of fragrance, that intoxicating.
I gazed at the clumps of wild chrysanthemums for a long time, and my heart was filled with a sense of fulfillment that I have never felt before. The wild chrysanthemums are so tenacious that they never care about the smallness of their lives, and they keep showing their style to the nature, bringing warmth, peace and purity to this gloomy late autumn.
I love its simplicity, its tenacity, we do not need to have the spirit of wild chrysanthemums?
5. A flower by the side of the road essay 400A flower by the side of the road A wild flower by the side of the road, rendering, madness, serenity, freedom, beauty, such a wild flower, you can not pick.
The wildflower of rendering, melting its passion to nature, stretching every inch of itself, so as to render the enjoyment of pleasure from the inside to the outside to every living thing ...... Such a wildflower, you must not pick. Crazy wildflowers, with a human ***, they revered moths.
The madness of the moth to the flame is their lifelong yearning. They are willing to see the wind and rain as God's angels, even if they are bruised and battered, lose their lives, that will not stop their most enthusiastic heartbeat, the most crazy pace ...... such wildflowers, you do not pick.
Beautiful wildflower desire will swallow her. They have a "green bushes in a little red" personality; have a fish in the wild goose, the beauty of the closed moon and shy flowers; have a "smile back a hundred Mei Sheng, six Palace Di no color" posture, have a "crown harem
"Red face thin life" became the reason for their miserable fate. They do not complain, do not hate, their lonely souls floating in heaven above ...... such wild flowers, you do not pick.
The roadside wildflowers, as Zheng Zhihua penned the same playwright, do not have their own names, but they have their own personalities, their own lifelong pursuit, their own unprecedented personality. They, will be the only beauty of this flashy world.
6. How the roadside flowers open write a diarySunday, we green little guards bathed in warm sunshine. Come to Jinyang Square to participate in environmental public welfare activities.
Come to the square, we immediately do it, with practical action to practice green commitment. Some students picked up white trash, some planted flowers and plants, some for the holly facelift ....... Everyone was busy and happy. Just as we were busy, we suddenly saw not far away, there is a little boy, tied the rope to two small trees, and then sat on the rope swinging. As he swung back and forth, the trees were tossed around like a silent protest from the boy, more like a call to us - to us to save it from the boy's "clutches". Seeing this, Xiaoming and I immediately ran over to stop him. "Little boy, come down, the little tree will be killed by you." I said angrily. But he said disdainfully, "It's just a tree, what's the big deal, I'll pay for it if it dies." Xiao Ming said, "Yes, it's just a little tree, it won't fight back or complain, if instead you were that little tree and we treated you the same way, would you agree?" The little boy squeaked, not knowing how to answer, but not as godlike as before. I struck while the iron is hot and continued: "Do not look down on a tree, it holds a big umbrella in summer for people to cool, usually like a vacuum cleaner, absorbing a lot of dust, making a lot of oxygen, its colorful branches and leaves can beautify the environment, and its character is an example for us to learn from." The little boy lowered his head in shame. He said to us timidly, "May I join you?" Xiaoming and I said happily, "You are very welcome!" ......
Looking at the neat environment, colorful and various flowers, and thick big trees, our hearts were drunk and danced with the wind.
7. Essay: "Roadside Flowers" Grade 4,360 words Tao YanlingDo you know what flowers are the most beautiful? You will definitely say peony, camellia, rose! But in my eyes, the roadside that inconspicuous little flower is the most beautiful, how each of the most beautiful? Let me say it, Yiyi!
Early in the morning, my mom wanted to go to the morning exercise also pulled on me, really annoying. Because now the rooster has not yet crowed, adjusted to 6 o'clock alarm clock has not "bell, bell" called it! The air is dark and misty with a layer of thick clouds, this fog is really like the white swan's fluff ah! But I still reluctantly got up and followed my mom to run.
Just out of the house, I saw the wooden sign "Do not step on". Suddenly, I saw a flash of light, hey, isn't that a small yellow flower that just bloomed? --Maybe it's because it's dark that I find the little yellow flower so beautiful. It grows in the refreshed, newly sprouted grass by the side of the road and stands out. It grows where it wants to, like, like yellow dots on a green piece of cardstock dotted with yellow colored pencils, or like fine sand that has endured torture in a desert oasis. Bridge, its full petals, living like a child's chubby face, so cute!
Look at it so beautiful, I really can not control it on the fiddling with its petals, no, is gently and carefully stroked a little, because I really can not bear to "get rid of" its beautiful decorations - dewdrops.
At this point, I heard a gentle cry: "Baby, run, I've passed you, yo!" I fixed my eyes to see, ah, mom has already exceeded me a few meters away, I have to hurry to catch up.
The wind, please blow slowly! The wind, please blow slowly, blowing up the fragrance of flowers, blowing up the people's beautiful heart!