24. What is the similarity between Milan Flower and my first elementary school teacher? (2 points) Answer: Ordinary, simple, elegant, beautiful, always face life sincerely.
(Analysis) This article is to use objects to express emotion, the small orchids in the countryside wilderness and the author's first elementary school teacher in the countryside have very close similarities. Milan flowers always play a light fragrance, "always", "light" is the key words of this article, the author is the use of these two words to show the teacher's pure and chaste character.
The teacher is ordinary and simple, working all her life in a small school in the countryside; but she always caresses us sincerely, always cherishes the reality of life, and always holds an optimistic and positive attitude towards life, although life is unfair to her, but she has never changed her attitude towards life as always. 25. The incorrect appreciation of this essay is ( ) (2 points) A. The author describes the characters, very good at catching the details of life, and uses the detail description to shape the characters.
B. The author visualizes his first elementary school teacher as a milanese flower, using it to express his sincere feelings. C. In the third natural paragraph, "life deceived her, but she did not deceive life" plays a role in this paragraph.
D. the first "subtle as a broken jade orchid" wrote her both ordinary and simple and noble characteristics A: D (Analysis) according to the analysis of the 24 questions, it can be seen that A, B, C is completely correct. The "Milan flower" is as subtle as broken jade, "subtle" naturally refers to her ordinary and simple characteristics; "broken jade" is linked to the following, it is not difficult to realize that the main purpose is to highlight the purity and chastity of the characteristics, rather than "noble and unassuming". The first thing I'd like to do is to get the best out of the world, and I'd like to be able to do that.
2. Milan flowers this short article why the title Milan flowers
24. Milan flowers and "my" first elementary school teacher how similar? (2 points) Answer: Ordinary, simple, elegant, beautiful, always face life sincerely.
(Analysis) This article is to use objects to express emotion, the small orchids in the countryside wilderness and the author's first elementary school teacher in the countryside have very close similarities. Milan flowers always play a light fragrance, "always", "light" is the key words of this article, the author is the use of these two words to show the teacher's pure and chaste character.
The teacher is ordinary and simple, working all her life in a small school in the countryside; but she always caresses us sincerely, always cherishes the reality of life, and always holds an optimistic and positive attitude towards life, although life is unfair to her, but she has never changed her attitude towards life as always. 25. The incorrect appreciation of this essay is ( ) (2 points) A. The author describes the characters, very good at catching the details of life, and uses the detail description to shape the characters.
B. The author visualizes his first elementary school teacher as a milanese flower, using it to express his sincere feelings. C. In the third natural paragraph, "life deceived her, but she did not deceive life" plays a role in this paragraph.
D. the first "subtle as a broken jade orchid" wrote her both ordinary and simple and noble characteristics A: D (Analysis) according to the analysis of the 24 questions, it can be seen that A, B, C is completely correct. The "Milan flower" is as subtle as broken jade, "subtle" naturally refers to her ordinary and simple characteristics; "broken jade" is linked to the following, it is not difficult to realize that the main purpose is to highlight the purity and chastity of the characteristics, rather than "noble and unassuming". The first thing I'd like to say is that I don't want to be a part of it.
3. Milan flower essayThe tiny Milan flower pulls out my countless thoughts.
The big sister's kind smile often surfaces in front of my eyes.
The first time I saw this is when I was a kid, and I was a kid, and I was a kid, and I was a kid, and I was a kid, and I was a kid.
So, I decided to run home in the rain, but then I wanted to stop. I thought; such a big rain, when I ran home, I would have been drenched, but not run home, homework when to do it? So, I slowly hold the wall to walk, walk and think, just when I hesitate, a pink umbrella to cover me, I just want to call my mom when, but vaguely smelled a fragrant orchid, I thought; mom's body has never had such a scent.
Who could this person be? I slowly turned my head to look, a good-looking big sister into my eyes, I looked up and said to the big sister; big sister who are you? Big sister did not answer me, just smiled at me, ah, this big sister smile can be really sweet ah. This big sister wore a light blue jeans.
Take me on the way home. In the potholes on the road deep and shallow feet quickly walking.
In no time I reached home, to the door I saw my mother was waiting anxiously for me to go home, until I reached my mother's arms, only to find that the big sister's clothes have been wet by the rain a large part of the time, just when I want to say thank you to the big sister, he disappeared in the vast curtains of rain. I and this big sister is only a brief encounter, but this big sister in my most difficult time to help me.
The cool breeze made people feel cold, but my heart was hot. I have never seen that big sister since then. Isn't that big sister just like that Milan flower?
4. The Milan flower in front of the window bloomed essayOn the balcony, the pot of Milan again emitted a burst of fragrance.
The starry yellow flowers are dotted between the clusters of green leaves. Milan flowers bloom, let a person unlimited joy.
For Milan, the initial impression is the elementary school era of the song, so far have not been able to forget --- "Teacher's window there is a pot of Milan, small yellow flowers hidden in the green leaves. It is not in order to compete for the spring only to bloom, quietly put the fragrance sprinkled with people's hearts ......" song, the Milan analogous to our beloved teacher.
So, Milan has always had an important place in my heart, just like my teachers. It's a shame that I didn't know what Milan really looked like for so many years.
Two years ago in a spring, in order to embellish the new house, go to the flower market to buy green plants. In the flower store, we picked a few pots of tall and handsome green plants, there are branches of the upright tree of fortune, there is a good meaning of the happy tree, there is a vibrant green, and broad-leaved fat green ...... waiting for the store to deliver the truck to the gap, I saw the corner of the door of a pot of small green plants, attracted me to the tightly clustered small green leaves of the colors that glowed with a soft yet life-affirming green.
I asked the shopkeeper, "What kind of flower is this?" The shopkeeper said, "It's a milfoil." At that moment, I was pleasantly surprised... this is a Milanese flower? The shopkeeper looked at me, for I don't know Milan or this kind of happy reaction to me a little stunned, but she immediately said: "like it? This one's cheap, just 20 bucks with the pot."
The pot had a crisp white color, with a gold floral pattern around the edge of the top opening. I took it home without saying a word.
Our Milan, into the door in a few days, but all the leaves fell, the appearance of the leaves, so that people's hearts are clenched, gently touched, those leaves are like snow, rustling down, until it became a pot of dead branches. I can only sigh and throw it on the balcony.
I thought, this Milan is just like its appearance, too soft and fragile. However, a few days later, I suddenly found that the dead branches bulged a few green dots, Milan came back to life! At that time, it was already early summer.
It enjoyed the sunshine during the day and drank the water I prepared for it at night. After a while, its leaves became denser and denser.
By early fall, the golden yellow Milanese flowers bloomed. During the coldest days of this spring, the Milan leaves fell off again.
But this time, I was not afraid, I know, those cold waves are only temporary, it will survive. Sure enough, when the climate warmed up, Milan's little green leaves were stubbornly drilled out again.
By the way, in addition to the Milan and a pot of Nelumbo Nucifera, when the same time into the door of those "rich and handsome" have not been able to survive the long winter. Sometimes when I look at Milan, I always hum "I love Milan", remembering the first grade class teacher, Mr. Zheng, when he taught us how to sing, and a few things that I can not forget.
I was just in the first grade of elementary school, ignorant, elementary school work and rest time can not be adapted to, and go to school without parents to pick up, so I was often late. After a few times of being late, Ms. Zheng got angry, and she wouldn't let me into the classroom, so I stood in the corridor outside the classroom.
For the whole morning, I just stood there with my backpack. Until noon when my classmates came home from school, they passed by me one by one, one by one, pointing.
By that time I already had a sense of shame, and the shame made me keep shedding tears, while also cursing Mr. Xiao Zheng one by one in my heart. I do not remember how I left that place where I stood all morning.
It's just that since then, I've never been late for school again; I don't have to wait for adults to yell at me to get up, and I don't have to hustle to school in the last few minutes. I'd rather be waiting with my neck craned and my feet stomping in the cold morning for the school gates to open than be late again.
This habit continues to this day. Some appointments or activities, always remind yourself never to be late.
At that time, we were also often "closed night school" by Mr. Zheng.
In those days, we were also often "locked up" by Mr. Zheng, who was not allowed to go home after school.
Sometimes when it was dark, she had to send us home one by one. Later, in middle school, high school, I remember the language teacher often let me read aloud in class, in addition to my pronunciation of loud, perhaps my Mandarin is still relatively standard reason.
This is not without the foundation of pinyin, not without Mr. Zheng's "off night learning".
This is the first time I've ever seen a Chinese language teacher in the United States.
Once, when I was not feeling well in class, Ms. Zheng touched my forehead and carried me to her dormitory, letting me lie on her cot while she went back to the classroom to continue the lesson. I fell asleep in a daze.
When I woke up, I saw a back in front of the desk, was buried in correcting homework. I just looked at her back silently, the thin shoulders, and the two small brush-like braids on her shoulders.
At that moment, my heart seemed to be filled with something. Later, I lay on Ms. Xiao Zheng's thin back, she sent me to my mother factory.
Along the way, I greedily sniffed from her neck emanating from the quiet incense, which is an indescribable fragrance, many years later, smelled the Milanese flowers, surprisingly, once again felt that year, the small Zheng teacher on the body of that kind of flavor. The next memory to the dusk of the next day.
I was lying at home, in a daze, I felt someone touching my forehead, I subconsciously shouted: "Mom ......" When I opened my eyes, the dusk sunlight through the glass window to the person in front of me set a golden edge, I could not see her appearance, but saw the two small golden brushes on the thin shoulders. "Teacher came to check on you, feeling better? It seems like there's still heat."
Ms. Xiao Zheng's slightly cool hand stroked my forehead. How I wish the teacher's hand had stayed on my hot forehead, how comfortable.
By the second semester of our second year, our homeroom teacher changed. Because Ms. Zheng went home to have a baby.
Since then, Ms. Zheng never came back to school to teach us. I heard people say that she seemed to have gone to some school.
After that, I never met her again. On the occasion of Teachers' Day, the pot of Milan flowers on the balcony once again quietly bloomed.
I breathed y of the flower's delicate fragrance, thinking of Mr. Xiao Zheng, thinking of all my teachers, how are you all doing now? On this day, I ask the wind to carry the fragrance of the Milan flower and my good wishes to transmit to my teachers-.
5. Seek to describe the Milan flower sentenceMilan (7)
The flower is like rice, the taste is the same as the fragrance of orchids, so it is called Milan. Milan has won the favor of more and more flower lovers for its fragrance and elegance.
Milan is native to Southeast Asia, China's southern provinces are widely cultivated, but the northern region can only be planted in pots, because of its fear of cold, winter must be moved indoors to keep warm.
Milan flowers have a strong fragrance, can bake tea and extract aromatic oil. Its branches and leaves can also be used for medicinal purposes, can cure bruises, canker sores. In addition, its flower stem wood is fine and dense, or a good material for carving.
Milan
Shijiajingu Xidengzhi, ten miles of orchid incense over Bixi.
The color of the flower is good, and the stars are rare.
Orchids (5)
As early as in the "I Ching", there is "concentric words, the smell of orchids", which is enough to prove that orchids in China's long history. Turning to the ancient books, the generations of literati, almost all of them have been singing about orchids, all
Orchids to their own noble aspirations, elegant and fun. Orchids do not compete with other flowers and live in deep mountains and valleys, but they emit a refreshing fragrance, so the ancients regarded them and plums, bamboos and chrysanthemums as the Four Gentlemen
Orchids are not only beautiful, but also popular because of their positive fragrance. Its fragrance is neither strong nor weak, fresh and warm, and it is difficult to write its flavor even if you search for ink and brush.
Orchid Fugue
A hook of the crescent moon in the valley is deep and quiet, and the wind from the dewy stream goes up to the small building.
The fragrance of ten thousand strands of clear incense can not be guessed? The name of the front slope is Drunken Orchid Hills.
6. Write an essay onThe Milan in the flowerbed was cut down.
There is a bare pole left, miserable poke in the soil, reflecting the winter sun, facing the cold winter wind, *** with sadness and pathos. How good a tree ah! This is so ruined.
Into the living area door, you can see the Milan plant, hard encountered flying accident, exudes a dying decadent breath. The withered and rotten color, in the circumstance of the unknown shrubs reflected more and more shocking.
Not far behind, the pavilion on the top of the dense green is not willing to be lonely in a string of purple leaves open flowers, self-concerned about the delicate. That abominable cutter, calmly cut this Milan into a one-person-high bare pole.
The crowns above, finely disintegrated and tied into bundles of firewood, were neatly yarded, half-dried, under a corner deep in the yard. Someday they will be sent to the hearth to give off a little light and a little heat, and then be reduced to ashes.
This section of the bowl mouth thick stump, horizontal branches have been cut from the flush branches. This poor bare-root commander stuck in the soil raw, light gray body is extremely reluctant and messy bundled with some thorns and can not say the name of the rotten branches.
In these withered things above, listlessly wrapped around a few "harvest melon" vine, half-dead hanging a few sparse half-dying leaves, where there is a half point "harvest" look.
The three dahlias next to the Milan were chopped off by the same person, and it was a fire at the city gate that caused the fish to fall into the pond. After pulling out the weeds on the soil, lying around some white foam made of boxes.
Packed with locally sourced soil, planted with bok choy, cabbage, scallions, mint, coriander, according to local conditions. These boxes are hidden in the shadows of the bushes that line the edges of the flower beds, so you won't be able to spot them until you get close.
And because of the shade, those small vegetables are growing very depressed. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that! Why is it that beautiful things are always hurt and destroyed or even destroyed? It is said: Tragedy is the destruction of beautiful things for people to see.
Therefore, this world is called "Saha". The "Saha" is the trouble, but the trouble is the flower grower and the flower viewer, that wielded the knife and axe and how ever there is a trace of intolerance and repentance? Come to think of it, has such a thing ever stopped? From the ruins of the Yuanmingyuan to the Xing'anling fire, from those burned books to the campus of the graduation season flying confetti, from the dust storms to the picturesque scenic spots littered with garbage, from the bound chest and feet to the fall of a child's life, from the hands of the destruction of the flower to the years swallowed the innocence of the only remaining face of the good behavior, those who were kicked out of the door, smashed railing, the river full of garbage, the alienation of violence! Heart ...... Have you ever seen new things happen? Those who have lost or never had, always evoke our long memories and infinite reverie, like long gone without a trace of childhood, the passing of youth, the dissipation of love, once had the innocence, only exists in the ideal of the fairy mountain pavilion.
I can't help but miss the Milan plant.
I can't help but miss the Milan plant, which jumped into my eyes when I stepped through the door of the living area.
I have no memory of when it grew into a tree. In the last twenty years, it seems to have never been like this, clear shade on the ground, green and rich.
Whoever planted it back then must have been an intentional person in life. It greets you warmly, leading the green creatures in this yard.
The tip of the tree is next to the window of the second-floor resident. This family is really lucky, think about it, you do not have to open the window, you can look at the green leaves, fresh with the smell of dew; do not have to open the window, you can smell the refreshing aroma, gentle as the spring breeze on the face.
Milan adorns your window, you adorn the beauty of Milan. If you stand under the tree, you need to explore carefully to find the tiny flowers in the warm green of the eye.
The fusiform bud looks like a crystal droplet. White and yellow, like some kind of jade texture.
The opening is very slow, it seems to be in no hurry and is not willing to release itself all at once, and extremely enjoy the process of opening. Like a cup of tea need to savor, always slowly, slowly sip a small mouthful, and then a small mouthful, drink too fast into a cow drink.
Like a euphemism for words, always need to sing, a sigh of three aria, sung too quickly on the absurdity of the rhythm of the whole lost. I have never intentionally pay attention to it.
It was there, like the air I breathe is a natural existence. It was a part of my life, along with the dahlias, the tea planted in the yard, the zinnias, the alstroemeria, the foliage, and the flowers I can't name, which made up a part of my life.
Until one day it was destroyed. I realized how something so good could just be gone. I realized that life had collapsed a corner.
Everything can only rely on memories. I seem to remember that I led the children to play in the yard.
Under the Milan flowers, she picked up one or two flowers from the ground that crashed to the ground, naughtily put the flowers on the nose to sniff, very intoxicated look, and then carefully put the flowers into her tiny pocket. Then up to me with a smiling face, "Daddy, the flowers smell good!" My sweet little angel, flowers are the spirits of heaven and earth, so how could they not smell good? Just like you.
All the beautiful things in this world are scented ah! For example, the sunrise, such as a smile, such as a good book, such as youth, and then a good heart. I seem to see, a little girl in white dress, white dress, with a small basket, holding some fresh yellowish milfoil, standing in the cross street peddling.
This little flower girl, harvested in the spring breeze, is that a few cents? She is not selling flowers, but sharing her joy and beauty with others! I seem to recall that the girl came to class, holding some slightly scented Milan flowers in her tiny hands, or carefully packed in a yellow envelope. It was picked from a tree in her own yard.
So everyone was stupidly eager. "Give me one."
"Give me one." There was an uncontrollable thirst in the pleas.
The flowers are held in the hands of the people who got them, put them on their nose, put them in a tin stationery box, put them in a favorite book, or simply put them in their pockets. Even the heart of the matter is a light fragrance wrapped in warmth.
Those who usually have some nasty with each other, but also can not help but heartbeat, timidly begged, "Give me a piece of it". Once the teeth cold will also be warmed by this a small flower.
I distinctly remember the woman in the black wool sweater, holding the child on the street.
7. Essay on Milan Fashion Week 2015It is so pure, so simple, though not delicate and dazzling. When it blooms, it will skillfully hide in the dense as a starlet, but his figure is hidden and shimmering, attracting attention.
Milanese flowers in bunches. The tiny milanthus never throws its head back like a peony or a rose. A few days later, the flowers withered, my family orchids bloomed, the thumb hit the leaves automatically fall off a lot, but the overflowing fragrance, fragrance like orchids, so the name of the Milan, the aroma but spread, all over the home of every corner, the flowers are still cleverly hiding behind the leaves did not fall off, in the sunlight point of illumination. Its figure flickers in the middle of the leaves flicker, but the fragrance still lingers. When the scent dissipates, but simple and unassuming. Milan's flowers are small and delicate, pale, pure golden yellow I like that the national color of peony, out of the mud and not stained lotus, delicate jasmine ...... but I like the fragrant Milan the most!
The beautiful Milan is placed in the most conspicuous place in my house - the living room. It was bought from the flower market last year!
Milan flowers like rice, make your heart happy, put all the troubles away.
Early summer
8. Writing about Milan KunderaCold read: Milan Kundera
The Unbearable Lightness of Being is no longer hot, but I still love it and have read it over and over again.
Milan Kundera is a writer who likes to illustrate philosophy through fiction. In his The Unbearable Lightness of Being, about "lightness and heaviness", about "spirit and flesh", about the "accidental and inevitable" in life, it is really quite confusing in the world. Although people have long been accustomed to ignoring them. In the book, Kundera used his philosopher's depth and novelist's delicacy to crack open these nuts of life one by one for people to see.
In this simple love story, Tomás, Sabina, Teresa, and Franz meet in the Czech Republic at a time in history known as the Prague Spring. Their destinies thus become a silhouette of that time. Tomas and Teresa's lives are torn apart by this part of Czech history, and when they finally find refuge in a small farm, Tomas works as a truck driver, Teresa herds the farm's cows, and their lives are completely different from those in Prague. Sabina, on the other hand, is uprooted from her homeland for good, and Franz, a professor at the University of Geneva, loves Sabina in his own way. The tragedy of Sabina's homeland adds to the beauty of his love, and in the end he chases after this beauty and is relieved by a sudden death in a place far from Europe. One by one, these minor characters are thus drowned by the torrent of the age, and not a trace of them seems to remain.
But what they left behind was not all nothingness, although Kundera, with a nihilistic sensibility, quoted the German proverb that what exists once is as if it had never existed at all. In the book, Kundera repeatedly emphasizes that life is a sketch that can never be completed, a rehearsal that can never be formally staged, and that people have no basis for judgment when faced with choices. We can neither compare them with our previous lives, nor can we make them perfect before spending them. So are we doomed to a kind of bewilderment in the face of life? The characters in the book weave their lives according to the "law of beauty". Tomas, undoubtedly tempted by heaviness, pays the price of his choices again and again, and in the end the famous surgeon from Prague has to settle down in a remote town. Sabina again and again to escape the vulgar world, for that "lightness", but such a "light" is destined to be a lifetime of uncertainty, which is just another kind of pain. As Kundera said, it is a kind of unbearable lightness. When Kundera mentions the death of Stalin's son Yakov, he comments that it was a truly metaphysical death, and that both Thomas's heaviness and Sabina's lightness can be said to be choices based on certain metaphysical values. When one looks back and remembers the choices one made at the crossroads of life, were the decisions you made random? Is there a metaphysical thing in the middle that you are insisting on, is it that these indefinable obsessions are the root cause of all the pain we are experiencing today?
Is the obsession in life destined to bring misfortune? I remember someone asked me with a bit of seriousness: if you kill yourself, what way will you choose. I jokingly said: I want to climb the Himalayas to find a place to hang, but there is no place to hang (the earth can not find a higher place than that, right), so I have to hang themselves on the moon. Then I really had this dream, but of course I didn't die, because even in the dream, I could still feel the heaviness of my body, and I couldn't fly. Sabina chose a lightness that made her soar to a place that was too high for her, yet high up, far away from her homeland, all alone, she was close to her ideal place, but can you say that was a blessing? Thomas's life trajectory, on the other hand, is a downward course, for an inexplicable love for Theresa, when seduced by Theresa's aggressive weakness. Like a villager lured into a swamp by a mountain banshee, he gradually sinks. At last, when, in a dream that seemed to be real, he completely gave up his penchant for chasing ***, abandoned the so-called inevitable woman of his love, and decided to follow Theresa, the lover he thought was only by chance, he was finally able to love Theresa with all his heart and soul. And so there was a happy love affair between a truck driver and the woman who grazed on Jen in that small farmhouse far from Prague. By this time, Thomas's position was "as low as it could go". A leap from the Himalayas does not soar, but only descends. When we can not find the ideal happiness, in a lower position may really have a belong to your happiness.
Life belongs to us only once, time will not stay for our laughter or tears. In such a transient organization of the world, all choices have lost sufficient reason, all results have become very reasonable. What about happiness? What is the weight of suffering? Perhaps life has long been destined to be neither fortunate nor unfortunate. We are just confined by our own destiny, living in a daze, knowing our own bitterness and happiness. Just like every flowery place, there will always be some sad butterflies flying through there.
9. to write a composition on the subject of wax flowerI like wax flower, not only because of wax flower and orchids, bamboo and chrysanthemums and for the "Four Gentlemen", but it is cold-resistant, the colder the winter, but the more exuberant it blooms, colorful, it is because of the wax flower, this kind of "cold and open alone" spirit, makes me feel that I am not a good person. It is because of this "open alone in the cold" spirit that I love.
Lap-mei flower is not like the chrysanthemum as Ana, not as gorgeous as the moon season, not as beautiful as the lotus, not as rich as the peony, not as simple and elegant as the Milanese flower, but it is fragrant and can withstand the cold, and it can grow in the cold places, so I like it.
The waxberry flower has about five petals, as big as a thumbnail, and has stamens and pistils like other flowers. Everyone calls it a waxberry flower because it is waxy yellow.
Nature is a magical magician, it makes the spring colorful, all kinds of flowers bloom, one by one, fighting for color. Everyone has their own favorite flowers, some people like fragrant orchids, some people like colorful sunflower, and some people like complacent Phalaenopsis. But I prefer that simple and simple, that pure and lovely, dotted in the nature of the plum flower. Waxing plum and other trees, spring long leaves, just winter flowers.
In the spring, we generally do not notice the plum, and in winter, when all the flowers are withered, but the plum blossomed, we come out to play, smell it that fragrant flavor, see it that clear dance.
In the cold winter is the time when the plum blossom blooms most luxuriantly. In the snowy season, Lamei flowers bloomed, the delicate flowers are not afraid of the bitter north wind, stars scattered in the leaf head, very beautiful. Snow covered it, as far as the eye can see, as if a white cloud embedded in the branches of the tree, the winter embellishment of the more beautiful ----- other seasons, although the Lamei flowers did not show, but the Lamei tree is still standing on the hillside.
I should be like the waxberry flower, tenacious, not afraid of difficulties, courageous, like the waxberry, can not let the difficulties to compete to serve their own, to let themselves compete to serve the difficulties.
I like the waxberry flower and its spirit of not being afraid of difficulties.