Throughout the ages, generations of literati have poured much love into the plum blossom. The Southern Song poet Lu You's "no intention of bitterly competing for spring, a group of jealousy," the best sentence, the plum flower to the group of the top of the fragrance. However, the plum must have "flowers". And bamboo? She has both the plum smile to face the wind, frost, snow and rain of the strong character, more quiet, elegant, modest and enterprising, high style, dedication to the virtues and leave a perfect image. I love bamboo, appreciate bamboo, worship bamboo, praise bamboo, not only because of the bamboo of all kinds of flavor to give a person the beauty of art, but because of the bamboo of the natural nature and unique character gave me philosophical enlightenment and the power of personality!
"Bite the green mountain not let go, the original root in the broken rock. The first time I saw this, I realized that it was the first time I'd ever been to a place where I was able to get to know the people. This is a great line that has been passed down through the ages, and it can be said that the spiritual qualities of the bamboo are written to the fullest extent. Bamboo grows silently in the wild mountains, whether it is the peaks and valleys, or ditch whole, she can be tenacious perseverance in the adversity of tenacious survival. Despite the years and years of guarding the boundless loneliness and desolation, year-round by the wind, frost, snow and rain beat and torture, but she has always been "biting the green mountain", dedicated, no regrets. For thousands of years, the image of the bamboo's character, which is not harsh and noble, has been admired as a model for others.
Bamboo strong, fresh, vibrant, vigorous. When the spring breeze has not melted the remaining cold of the winter, the new bamboo shoots quietly sprouted on the ground, after a spring rain, the bamboo shoots came out of the ground, pointing to the clouds, the so-called "Ching Ming a foot, rain a zhang," is her youthful vigor and vitality of the portrayal. When the spring breeze whisked away the layers of bamboo shoots, she is like a lively little girl, standing in the bright spring light. In the height of summer, she stretched out her arms, shaking up a rich green veil, dancing in the wind, gorgeous and colorful. End of summer and cold, she is still green and lush, smiling at the wind, frost, snow and rain. No wonder Bai Juyi in the "window bamboo" left such a good sentence: "thousands of flowers and grass withered all, stay to the snow to see." Bamboo, with a never-ending spring.
Pine trees, reminding people of aspirants; bananas, reminding people of beauty; tall acacia trees, reminding people of the general; and bamboo, she reminds people of the hermit. Bamboo light and delicate, evergreen, although there are a hundred tenderness, but from the claptrap, not to overbearing, modest strength section, simple and unadorned is her character.
I hope to adopt
2. What are the essays on the quality of bamboo about 200 words
I hate bamboo, especially in my house on the left hand side of the bamboo.
When I was a kid, I didn't have any other extra hobbies, and what I liked more was to see the fireworks that everyone in the town set off when celebrating on New Year's Eve. Because of the tall bamboo, my desire to see the fireworks on New Year's Eve was blocked by the endless bamboo forest.
I once asked my father to cut down all the bamboo, but this request has not been realized. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it," he said. Bamboo's vitality is also beyond my imagination, in this light convex all sandy hill is also full of bamboo, I can only see the fireworks in the distance from a little gap between them, but also by a small forest blocked most of them. I knew it was also bamboo. Bamboo is everywhere. Walking along the countryside every few dozen meters you can see a bamboo forest. Its leaves are tiny and pointed, and its trunk, unlike other trees, is vacuumed. They grow almost all the same height, and occasionally a few grow taller will obediently hang their heads and not compete with others.
I always hated bamboo until that summer. That year was the hottest day of my life. *** The hot sun shines directly on people can not open their eyes, the air is as hot as a gas station gasoline, a little that is burning. Staying indoors only provided some relief from the heat. More than two consecutive months of hot sun let the ground crops almost no harvest. The old trees that had stood for more than ten years had turned into dead wood. I also suffered a lot during these two months. People said they envied our family. I didn't know why, but later I realized that the bamboo in my house helped me block the sun, avoiding direct sunlight on the roof of my house. Otherwise, it would have been much hotter! Although the crops died and the old trees withered. Even the thick soil where the bamboo grows is dry and cracked. But when the rain comes, the bamboo becomes alive again as quickly as possible.
It is always so strong, no matter how cold or hot it is always so straight upright, to protect people from the wind and rain. They are always so united, no matter how much wind they always hold firmly together, a little refused to let go. They are also always so tenacious, even if the wind is occasionally broken a few, they will not die. Waiting for the next spring, and from the soil to drill bamboo shoots, continue its ordinary career. This is bamboo, simple and clear two words.
3. A short essay in praise of bamboo 200 words, urgent, and a short essay in praise of plum blossoms, must be 200 words or lowerIn praise of bamboo:
"Biting the green mountain is not relenting, the roots of the original in the broken rock. The bamboo is a great example of how to make the most of the world's natural resources. This is a great line that has been passed down through the ages, and it can be said that the spiritual qualities of the bamboo are written to the fullest extent. Bamboo grows silently in the wild mountains, whether it is the peaks and valleys, or ditch whole, she can be tenacious perseverance in the adversity of tenacious survival. Despite the years and years of guarding the boundless loneliness and desolation, year-round by the wind, frost, snow and rain beat and torture, but she has always been "biting the green mountain", dedicated, no regrets. For thousands of years, the image of the bamboo's character of clear and unassuming, noble and upright, a model for others, admired. (199 words)
Praise for the plum blossom:
In the cold winter, alone in the face of the biting north wind, to endure the bone-chilling cold, open alone is only the plum blossom, it is the strongest, the most resilient and indomitable flower, it is not the rose's grace and splendor, and no gardenia's aroma of the people, and more than peony's opulent and magnificent, but it relies on the plain and simple, backbone of beauty! It has been passed down to the world, it is not afraid of the cold, not afraid of difficulties, frost and snow, the indomitable spirit of the world, famous, so that painters to depict, so that poets to praise, so that the world to pass on. (162 words)
4. Mountain Rain Essay 200 Words Magic Square GridThe clouds drifting with the wind gathered their stance, and the twittering of birds gradually raised their voices, and the people working in the fields
Uncovering their straw hats, they looked at the sky and said, "Here comes the rain!"
With the sound of thick words as if all
burdens were removed, and the feet stained with mud, the face is full of comfort
smooth.
Rain fell, first cautious and shy to test the earth, a moment later, she knew
Road to the earth to her welcome, bamboo leaves stretching breath, rain caressing it, after singing a song of joyful little
bird nesting, rain kissed it, cobblestones to her a mirror, rain rounded it. Then the mountain rain
freely pours out its soothing notes, calling the winds to carry the song to every corner. The dogwood
bends its head and falls into a light sleep, the flowers smile and gaze up at the sky, wanting to see more
see the gentle look of the mountain rain, and soon the rain pulls the window screen made of fog, so that the busy people of the weekdays
also listen to the slow and elegant lullaby.
Ear, in addition to the sound of fine rain fluttering, nothing, but listen carefully,
I can vaguely distinguish the rain patter in the full of joy and enthusiasm. Outside a few moments, you can hear
her second movement, the mountain rain laughed, after the busy things are in a deep sleep, the next
she wants to dance with the usually silent pond ****, gray rocks scurry down the miniature waterfall
the moss rustling out of the new fluff, the sparkling microwaves in the pool in a regular dance.
Feeling the moist air, a faithful audience arrives. Snails came out of the crevices, and frogs came out in
groups to concertize cheerful music to the mountain rain
5. 200 words for a small essay on the news of CanhongYesterday evening, a gale blew, and the trees in front of our house were bent as if they were going to fall down. My father told me that this typhoon is called Canhong, it is the strongest typhoon in the same period in 50 years here. I went to the window and saw the ground was full of fallen leaves, all of which were blown down by the wind.
In order to prevent the flower pots from being blown away by the wind, my grandfather and I put outside the flower pots are moved up, and at night the rain clattered non-stop, the more it fell, the bigger it soon turned into a downpour, and knocked down a lot of pepper flowers in our house. I asked my grandma if the typhoon would uproot the trees, and she told me that the trees behind my sister's house in Ningbo were uprooted by the wind, and that the typhoon there was even bigger than ours. The typhoon blew the waves on the beach high and high, and I checked the pictures on the Internet, and the waves were really huge.
I also saw a lot of neighborhoods in front of the door of the typhoon notice posted, so that people do not go out during the typhoon, a lot of newspapers and magazines have reported the typhoon and the danger of typhoons, in order to be safe, a lot of summer interest classes have been suspended, the stores are closed, everyone stays at home to close the windows and doors to prevent the typhoon to do everything.
6. Description of the cherry essay (200~300 words or so)I love to eat cherries, cherries are the best.
Last year in the height of summer, my mom and dad and I went to Wulian County's Nine Immortal Mountains to play, in the hillside near the boot stone village, a piece of cherry trees above the pink cherries, the cherry like a pearl hanging above, good to see. When I was close to the cherry tree, they stretched the leaves like an outstretched arm, like and I said hello, and like and the wind embrace, and the sun embrace ...... Listen to the farmers uncle said, the cherry just started to knot when it is green, after a period of time, and slowly become red with a little yellow, and finally ripe into a deep red.
Looking at the cherries and hearing about them, my mouth is watering. I went up to the front, carefully picked a put into the mouth, bite open the cherry, sweet juice flow into the mouth, feel sweet with acid, you will definitely say sweet and sour delicious good taste.
How about it? If you don't believe me, try one. I ate a dozen in a row.
However, I want to remind you that there is a core inside the cherry. Once, I ate too quickly, the cherry as a strawberry as a bite, my teeth were clucking bad, after that, I eat things especially careful, especially cherries.
When I learned this lesson, it never happened again. "Cherries are hard to grow."
Listen to the farmer uncle said, the survival rate of cherry trees is very low, you see this piece of cherry trees, can be a lot of work, from a small sapling to grow into such a large tree, have to use 5-6 years of cultivation, but also have to fertilize, medication, pruning, it is really not easy ah, these trees, and some of them have planted a number of crops it. Listened to the farmer uncle's words, I used to know only love to eat cherries, there are so many stories, if I now let me eat cherries, I will first think of the love of cherry trees.
I love to eat cherries, but also to take care of the cherry tree.
I love cherries, and I want to take care of the cherry tree.
7. 200 words of writing, not writing animalsAlarm clock okay?
On my 8th birthday, my dad bought me a cute little alarm clock.
It was in the shape of a little rabbit. It had long ears, wore a pink dress, and was looking at me with a big, red strawberry in its left hand.
On the bunny's belly there is a green shell, a round clock plate covered with a piece of transparent glass, the shape is beautiful and exquisite. Inside the clock dial lived three brothers. The oldest is called the hour hand, wearing black and green clothes, the shortest, the slowest. The second is called the minute hand, also dressed in black and green, and grows a little taller. The little brother, called the second hand, wore a yellow dress, grew tall and thin, but was the most diligent, leading the big brother and the second brother to walk regularly.
My little alarm clock is with me every day, telling me to cherish time. In the morning it again urges me to go to school on time and not be late, it is my faithful and good friend.
I love my little alarm clock.
8. Describe the pomegranate essay,about 200 wordsPomegranate is a common fruit. I like it very much.
The ripe pomegranate looks like an onion, flat and round, with a 6-petal hat on its head, most of the outer skin is red, or even brown, and only a very small part of it is yellowish, and it's not very smooth when you touch it with your hand, and you even feel a little rough. It really looks like a little girl with spots.
When you gently open the skin, the situation in front of you really surprised. Inside the crowded "red dolls" will be scrambling to pop out to you. They are crystal clear, like a rare ruby, like a precious red agate, emitting a charming aroma. Some of the pomegranate seeds are also a light flesh color. The slight yellow edges are always framed by a ring of red, and the two colors work wonderfully together. When you pick one up and put it in the sun and squint at it, you can faintly see the tiny seeds inside the pomegranate seed. I put it to my nose and seemed to faintly smell its aroma. I couldn't resist the temptation any longer, so I grabbed a few and popped them into my mouth. Just listen to the "click" sound, the original bulging pomegranate seeds wilted at once, sweet and delicious juice immediately seeped out into your internal organs, the sweet flavor will echo in the mouth for a long time, people will savor. Break in the pomegranate in the air to stay more than 30 minutes, it will turn the inner skin of the earth yellow, looks and feels very not fresh.
Pomegranates are not only delicious, but also rich in nutrients, which can effectively help us build a scientific "health fortress".
Although the pomegranate's outside "appearance", but the inner is how beautiful, she gave up their lives, to bring the health of mankind, this from the heart of the beauty of the people how touched.
I love pomegranates, and I love the beauty of the pomegranate's heart, don't you?
9. Charming Autumn Maple Guti Essay 200 WordsWhat a charming view of the fields in October, like a beautiful painting.
Early in the morning, a white, gauze-like mist covered the fields, as if giving the rice the last nourishment. The sun came out, before the eyes of a golden, full of rice ears low head, the stalks are bent. Dew hanging on the rice grains, in the sunlight, glittering, emitting dazzling light, like countless pearls. A gust of wind blew, the rice moved with the wind, emitting "autumn fields". October's field scenery is so charming, like a beautiful painting,
Early in the morning, a white mist, like a gauze of fog shrouded the field, as if in the last nourishment to the rice. The sun came out, before the eyes of a golden, full of rice ears low head, the stalks are bent. Dew hanging in the rice grains, in the sunlight, glittering, emitting dazzling light, like countless pearls. When the wind blows, the rice moves with the wind and makes a " lively sound.
After lunch, as if commanded silently by someone, old men, young men, children... all in unison, with hands on their heads. All of them, with silver sickles in their hands, went out of their homes and hurried to the fields to start harvesting. Sweat flows on their faces, wet clothes, they do not care to wipe a little." This sound is how beautiful, how cheerful ah! You see, the soybean in the pods out of the round little head, looking out, as if also in the appreciation of this harvest scene.
Overnight, the standing rice are sleeping on the ground, like a flat carpet. The field became very wide. After two or three days, the rice sleeping on the ground disappeared and turned green. Yikes! It turned out to be green wheat leaves, like a green grass. Wheat leaves and thin and long, and soft and tender, they sucked the crystal dew, scrambling to be the first to grow, as if in the highest than who grows, grow the fastest.
In front of a recess, I went up to see, there are full of vegetables: red pepper, green cabbage, clusters of grass head ...... I pulled up a green cabbage, his roots like a grandfather's beard, the leaves and stalks like a piece of ping-pong board.
What a charming fall field!
10. Today's white dew essay 200 wordsToday's white dew, early in the morning there are students sent a few ancient poems, here is an autumn rain, although it is a cool, the poems are also euphemistic or sad, read but surging a warmth, it is because of "ping shui side" of the students WeChat to come.
Last year's White Dew Festival, a few of our classmates about Taihu Lake, the blue wave of wine, the moon cooking tea. Remember the reed reed, remember that a pool of lotus, remember that a wall climbing red, remember that rocking boat ferry mother. Today, students sent poems by Su Dongpo called "heart without a hair thing" Zhongshi's words: "Ten miles away from the green hills, the tide is flat with sand. The tides are flat and the road is sandy. Several crowing birds are complaining about the years. It is again a bleak time at the end of the world. The white dew closes in on the waning moon, and the clear wind disperses the dawn. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm sure I'll be able to get a good look at this."
At the end of the world, people will always be complaining about the year, complaining about it, and it will be miserable again! The morning dew and morning hangings subside the summer heat, passing by the stars of the wind will always come to send away the morning sun. If you happen to pass by the green Yang dyke again this year and meet the lotus flower that bloomed last year, will you "Hi" a: remember me?
White dew poetry, must be less than the verse in the "reed reed, white dew for frost. The so-called Irena, in the water side. The road is long. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money to pay for the work. The reed grows luxuriantly, the white dew is not yet dry. The so-called Iren, in the water. The road is long and narrow, but the road is long and narrow. The first time I saw him, he was in the middle of the water. The reed is growing, and the white dew is not yet dry. The so-called Iren, in the water of the bank. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it. The river islet in the water." This one, it will also cause your **** Ming, because everyone's heart was once ignorantly lived in the "Iren", just "Road blocked and long", the passage of time, so Iren always reside in the water side, into a permanent attachment.
In fact, the most desirable or Xin Qiji's song: "White dew garden vegetables. The most important thing is that you have to be able to get the best out of it. Mr. Laughing, net fishing also hoe. Small window lying high, the wind show the remnants of the book. The first thing you need to do is to look at the north mountain, the pan valley, the rim of the Sichuan map.
White rice and green ruminants. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
Live in a garden sparse, surrounded by blue water, planting vegetables and hoeing, tired of high lying, waking up to show the remnants of the book, three or five confidants, the mountain shift shadow oblique, wine end of the re-gu, a drunken party. The heart is always thinking, when must go to the letter river, listen to the wind and rain, grass knot hut.
Today, I got up and realized that it was white dew.