The Tibetan Walled City ...... full of ethnic flavor is perhaps the most beautiful piece of scenery to have any of these.
Before, we have heard that the Tibetans call the lakes here as the sea - the son of the sea, it is not true, when I first saw the lake in Jiuzhaigou, really think of it as the son of the sea - greenish-blue lake water, and the blue sea of the color compared to. The color compared to the blue sea, really can be said to have been. Just, after all, is a lake, always than the boundless sea is much smaller, no wonder, the Tibetans will be here to the lake called the sea! Walking on the trestle at the water's edge, looking around, the green-blue lake and the surrounding mountains of colorful forest color to form a strong sense of hierarchy, the color of the trees have verdant green, dazzling red, rustic dark green, elegant yellow ...... see the lake and colorful forest color with such a wonderful, I can not help but be thankful to the nature, grateful to nature's bounty, thank you for bringing us so wonderful, the lake and colorful forest. Thanks to nature to bring us such a wonderful visual enjoyment! The sea in addition to the green-blue water color, there is another feature - clear.
The lake is very deep, and even the deepest place reached 103 meters, but the feeling is only one meter deep - because you can easily see the bottom of the lake, see the bottom of the lake fish or "motionless", or "begin to disappear". "far away". Some people even muttered, "They say that when the water is clear, there are no fish, but why are the fish here so happy?" What's more, some people chanted Chairman Mao's poem, "The rivers and mountains are so beautiful, attracting countless heroes to compete."
Yes, to Jiuzhaigou, who will not be convinced by the creation of nature? And who will not be grateful to nature? After seeing the various kinds of sea, or feel missing something. After thinking about it, I suddenly realized that there seems to be a lack of vitality here.
Here all the scenery, color, although beautiful, although gorgeous, although dazzling, but, after all, they are still life, lying quietly, so that people do not perceive the slightest vitality. With this want to find out some of the vitality of the state of mind, I keep looking around, but did not find the heart of that vitality.
So I took a few steps forward, hoping to find something new. In a flash - as my eyes crossed a hill - I saw a field of reeds in front of me.
I blinked my eyes - I didn't see anything wrong, but, usually, reeds are grown at an altitude of 800 meters below sea level, but Jiuzhaigou's altitude reaches 3,000 meters, so why would there be reeds growing in such a highland area? Moreover, why are the reeds grown here higher and bigger? Yes, the plateau is undoubtedly a harsh environment for reeds, but these reeds did not shrink and give up this place - they chose to adapt to the environment, chose to bravely challenge their living environment, chose to face the reality, and chose to rely on their own efforts to prove that the reeds can also grow at an altitude of 3000 meters or even higher! meters or even higher! So, they succeeded, successful growth in this plateau, and even, than those who do not seek to advance the reed on the flat land grow higher, bigger. Walking on the wooden stacks, I can not help but be convinced by this group of tenacious reeds.
In my eyes, they are not just a group of reeds - in my eyes, they symbolize the indispensable spirit and tenacity of today's people to face reality. Perhaps, if a person can be like this reed, do not succumb to the harsh living environment, can face the reality, can have a tenacious will, then, he will certainly be like the reeds on the plateau, is successful! After this realization, I can not help but be more grateful to nature, not only because it brings us visual enjoyment, but also because nature has given me the inspiration of life.
2. 10 beautiful sentences Note the title of the article1. Whoever has ever floated alone in a boat under a rock on a gloomy, drizzly morning, will have to marvel at the beauty of the universe's silence and bleakness. The rocks and the sea are covered with a white mist, and the waves are still slowly moving in and out, washing the rocks.
-- Sea
2. In the middle of the night, I heard the sound of rain, and when I got up in the morning, it was a very cloudy day, so I felt a little bored. When I looked out of the window, the white lotus had already given up, and the white petals were floating in the water like a boat. Only a small rosette and a few yellowish whiskers were left on the stalk, and the red lotus, which had been a Nymphaea han dan last night, was in full bloom this morning, standing in the middle of the green leaves.
--Iran is rain
3. This is in the garden. The flowers are still dreaming. The rain had secretly washed away their dirt, and their sweet, soft luster was renewed. Under the washed-out splendor, I could see the quiet reds, the cold purples, and the smiling whites and greens that they had hidden in the daylight. What used to be so beautiful in front of my eyes has now taken on a duller color. --Is it because I am sad about the end of spring? Is it because of the tiredness of the spring? （
4. What can I do in the world of thousands of doors in the days of flight? What can I do in the world of a thousand doors? Only wander, only rush; in the rush of more than eight thousand days, what is left but to wander? The past days like light smoke, was blown away by the breeze, like mist, was the first sun steam melt; (rush)
5. love as if it is a big basin, and then good swim fish can not swim out of the basin,
even if people can be forgotten in the rivers and lakes, the love is bigger than the rivers and lakes. -----<< escape love>>
6. But as long as there is a birdcage in the world, there are people who skate the bird, I know that I don't really want to be a bird, I just want to have the mood of a bird. ---<< the mood of the bird>>
7. The city, is the enemy of nature, in the city, landscape, flowers and trees can not be clean, people naturally can not be clean. ----<< stars fall on the Nile>>
8. In fact, the greatest pain under the sky is not in the night, but in the sun is also shuddering, but there is no atmosphere, can not be described. ----<< the color of light>>
9. Is it not true that there are fruit trees that are not unable to come back to life, but refuse to live? Like there are some that lose the will to live and commit suicide? Or sprouting in the spring also need mood, those strong trees were cut, they use the germination to compensate, and the comparison machine tender trees were cut, but sadly lost the spring of expectation and mood . Tree, is there a mood? I ask myself this repeatedly, knowing that it is difficult to find the answer, because I only see the appearance of the tree, and cannot understand the mood of the tree. Just as I know the message of spring from the tree, I don't fully understand spring. ---<< the mood of germination>>
10. really can not ask for more, and do not want to ask for more, have a flower has been vacated throughout the flowering season, courtesy of full of contented serenity, which reveals a long and firm faith. Your smile is written into my history, your voice is molded into my life. Many withered trees in that world to grow new wild, many beautiful legends become new stories, many many love experience only to illustrate that a love of the heart does not die. -----<< warm song>>
Out 1,2 from Bing Xin, 3,4 from Zhu Ziqing The rest from Lin Qingxuan, hope to adopt
3. with verses or lyrics as the title of the essay to have philosophical and elegant not too esotericLife is only like the first time you see it, at that time, it is only unusual Softly, softly, as a dream, who is listening to the plum blossom under the moon
The falling flower is full of flowers, and the softness and tenderness, and the softness and softness, but the softness and softness is also very soft, and the softness is very soft.
Falling flowers are all over the path, full of love, full of flowers and rain, I am also sentimental, but I can't help it, when the wine goes out, falling plums are like snow, and it's still full of them
The rise and fall of the six dynasties are all part of the gossip of fishermen and woodcutters, buying flowers and carrying wine, it's not like a young man travelling in a boat, and it's gone, and the river and the sea sends me to the rest of my life
A spring in the spring, but the old man has already left the world, and life is a love affair, but not a love affair, it doesn't have to be about the wind and the moon. I live at the head of the Yangtze River, you live at the end of the Yangtze River, and spring sorrows fill the paper with empty oaths.
I'm not sure if I've ever seen a person who has been in love with me for more than 20 years
I'm not sure if I've ever seen a person who has been in love with me for more than 20 years, but I'm sure if I've ever seen a person who has been in love with me for more than 20 years.
4. Poetry Essay Topics
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Suitable Topic "Flying the Dream of Spring"
Example of Beginning:
I have a dream in spring
Spreading out my wings and soaring in the blue sky
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Examples of endings:
I have so many dreams in spring
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2
Suitable title "With Spring"
Opening example:
With Spring
Touched by the fragrance of flowers
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Examples of endings:
With spring
Moved by too much devotion
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5. beautiful statement of the composition must have a titleTitle: beautiful autumn colors
The sky has been pure blue, white clouds, as if the boat in the sea, bumped into different curves. There is a sea of bamboo on the roadside, and at times there is a gust of clear sound, and the wind shakes and moves. I lie down for a long time, avoiding solitude and feeling the joy of autumn. Birds chirp from afar, insects quietly crawl through the grass, the sun's footsteps pass through the woods, and white clouds fly mischievously in the blue sky. A petite chrysanthemum flutters by my hair. The autumn breeze on the chrysanthemum mooshes my cheek as if it were a kindred spirit, until my nostrils are just as peaceful. In my long sleep I dreamed a dream that I had grown up when I woke up.
When I awoke in the morning, the first rays of sunlight peeked through the shapely curtains and into my eyelids again. I lifted the corner of the covers and tucked my whole head underneath, staying in bed to greedily enjoy that minute of haze, curling the covers around my body vigorously and pretending to be sound asleep. Of course, I can't sleep, just can't leave that big soft bed, just want to hide in its warm embrace, to secretly continue my waking dream.
This season is actually particularly short, enjoying the moon, hiking, playing, as if a day has passed. When you leave home, it's even faster to just change a few clothes. In fact, every time I have nostalgia, there are regrets. But every time, will say to myself: "will come back, next year and fall."
It was a season of peace. Every day, I was wandering around. Watching the orchards full of apples, watching the fields busy with harvesting, watching people in the park looking for lovers. My mother prepared delicious meals for me, and my father busied himself with his work. And every night, I could cool off and enjoy the fragrant tea, and remember looking up at the sky as my grandfather stroked my head from time to time. When I felt I wasn't happy enough, school was back in session and my friends were together again. So I was relieved and happy again.
In recent years, when I met the fall, I had to write an essay, as if to confess something, and after confessing, I put it in the corner of my memory. This year, when writing, in addition to the inexplicable sadness, but also more than a joy. This joy comes from the day before yesterday, wandering in the flower market. I saw a lot of chrysanthemums in the idle sunshine, in a variety of colors and pleasing to the eye. I walked around, awkwardly like a child. Suddenly, I had a feeling that the chrysanthemums' gestures were reflected in my eyes, and they felt like the image of autumn. This is the image of autumn, isn't it? Pale sunlight diffused, stretched a mediocre waist, woke up from an ancient dream, bloomed its own spring
Sitting on a stone bench by the grass, looking at the old man not far away leisurely playing Tai Chi, looking at the square sweet walk couples, looking at the lawn frolicking and playing children, I gently strummed the strings, gently sang a soft and gentle song,
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6. poetic essay topicsTang and Song rhyme meaning long poetic Tang Poetry poetic life picking up the flowers of Tang poetry and Song lyrics Tang poetry such as mountains, Song lyrics such as water life's fast and slow variations fast and slow slow slow and slow rush is always appropriate to put a good life of fast and slow sailing growth needs to be carefully cared for to straighten the spine of the life of the heart is not as good as the action rather than envy of the fish as well as retreating to tie the net waiting for a kind of excuse do not let the opportunity to pass by the key to the perseverance of life! Dotting the colorful world to open a flower for others to give a rose, the fragrance of the hand life is beautiful because of dedication flowers fragrance attacking people to give up in order to obtain freedom sword gall heart can not bear the light of culture the beauty of the starting line years, please send me that string of wind chimes Juice water to keep the fragrance of the crystal - snow Silence - lonesome forest sitting and watching the shooting stars across the sky bravely run, bravely transcend the beautiful popular, eternal classic running life let the memory of the shining rational light out of it, into it at the end of the road. What can I do to save myself from falling? Dreams are for tomorrow. Feet are longer than roads. How far is forever? Dreams are far away. The wind can cut through the thorns. Push open the hidden door to success. Life is like a song. Keep a humble heart and cheer for others. High up, high down. Success requires a humble heart. My eyes have deceived me The summer of snowflakes Two keys, one door *** Together we hold the cup of life and leave a piece of our heart Shadows, dark scent I hear the sound of flowers blooming The most beautiful rejection of life's five flavors of beans "Rejection" is also a kind of beauty It's better to sing a song Born like a summer flower, the heart runs Desert roses bloom quietly The goal of never drifting The chimes of the other side of the shore ringing, inventorying Life across the generation gap, I see you The road is the trail of the moon Pour away the fatigue Knock out the sand from your shoes Blood is thicker than water Reason is greater than love Infinite possibilities Infinite beauty Give your soul a fulcrum A universal life Hold on to the breath of your own culture A good loser does not perish A lot of talk is not enough, but it's a mistake A lesson learned may not necessarily be a lesson gained A doubt should be used to employ a doubtful person A doubt should be used to employ a doubtful person A doubtful person should be used to employ a doubtful person But the sun sets, why should you feel despair and frustration near the dusk It is only by the depth of your efforts, but it is difficult to make an needle with an iron bar Chrysanthemums, bamboos, and nationalities span Language barriers, build bridges of communication Language, the cornerstone of communication Align the focus of feelings, have a clear world Greatness is the metamorphosis of humility, humility is the reproduction of greatness Endeavor while young to dare to transcend the guarding of the spirit of the fire Encountering setbacks, transcend the pain of the mind and the link to happiness Happiness and joy in the turn of a thought to hold the desire of the others to droop the rattan rope- The isolation zone of the heart, light a lamp and look forward to honesty, lend a wise heart, keep the contract of the heart, change your thinking and find happiness, use language to connect the stars of the heart, language is the key to communication, love me, don't hold me too tightly, take confidence and go on the road. The backpack to walk a life longing for a blackout open arms, choose to fraternity change the way of thinking, so that the joy of approaching the floating life if the tea integrity, so that the world is full of sunshine sunshine is very lively put away your indifference to light a lamp looking forward to the integrity of a toast with yourself listening to their heartbeat give yourself a smile over the wall in your heart to enjoy the pain of the regrets are also a kind of beauty hand in hand with the sunset, low down by the courage to raise their heads to rely on the strength of the opponents applauded care of their own, equally important in the darkness you give me a light. Important in the darkness you give me a light I was hit by the youth of the waist of the wind and moon in the hands of learning to be thankful for the defeat, how good frustration is also beautiful dream, from here to set sail read the book of wisdom, do useful talent father's love is like a mountain add some sugar to the life let the dots on the timeline flash the growth of the course of the string of icing gourd three more dreams book as a pillow to the emotions on the lock of the life is more wonderful with you honesty, I have no regrets of the choice of feet for a shorter time The medicine - tea - life Think, to be ambitious; dry, to be down-to-earth don't break the smart with the fashion *** dance fashion, gorgeous trap fashion, thorny roses and fashion all the way along with the fireworks of the mind life is rare a few fights to the dark clouds set on the edge of the gold friendship with you on the road of life Friendship, to give me the power to tune the "vegetarian qin" and the wicked "Silk bamboo" to catch the tail of the wind The wall, pushed down is the bridge Looking for a place to stay That obstacle crushed me The world has a hundred winks and a thousand reds, I only love the honesty of this kind of past is not as bad as smoke Thanks to your enemies to cherish the pain of your past is not as bad as smoke in front of the eyes of the same water The pen of the love of the different lukewarm AFC Cup, how much collection of lonesome and sincere listening to the sound of the life of the uprooted The voice of the fire of life to face the youth of the bud let the dream fly faith to hold up the building of life in the story of others travel to choose the spring to embrace the youth in the youth of the melting of life to wipe the youth not let the youth loss of humor is the companion of youth I want to laugh all over the world the winter sun, childhood, petunias a little bit can not be a waste of time there is always a surprise in the waiting quietly, I gazed at the road to grasp the good grasp of your ark to do nothing as long as you are in the keep walking with yourself why busy explaining yourself life can not despair friendship like water promise is too far away days, every day is a new dress loneliness chewing hurt grateful life everywhere there is joy situation is not the most important unique taste of life a bundle of firewood between life and death to build the altar of the soul smile in the face of life to add another firewood happiness like a brick pine flowers brewing wine spring water tea don't let yourself be more lonely live with attachments advocate simplicity treasure The love of the heart smile is a magical key to collect the sunshine fly hope again to Jiangnan to catch up with the spring to enjoy the dusk to the mind to leave a little space to look at the moon does not say autumn, but also a kind of beginning far away from the mountains like smoke noble without proving the dust of the mundane singing the heart strings of the solo to capture every beautiful moments of the dissatisfaction of the book of rest for their own trees in the frame of the landscape light willow like smoke deep love without traces of love love is a moon tree plucked the life of the strings of life can not be to the life of life to submit life Chess like chess chess like life lift up your head to be a man without worship savings life life does not sell return tickets give yourself another chance to hold life over the ocean wearing a cotton-padded jacket to take a bath with maturity looking for forgetting the beginning to cherish the weaknesses bright in the need to lyrical destiny converted into the mission of the soul of the bath there is a lock with the beings **** life trials and tribulations, a wealth of life for the life of the applauding the taste of the regret of the fact that the fact that the interruption of the sound of the piano line board languid, provoking Bright and clean as a song pathos, triggering the tension of life integrity of the eternal not to move the integrity of the interests of the truth, was born after a hundred question marks I like to set off life can not be no pressure.