It's been a long time since I've seen that patch of barren grass.
Leaving my desk and stepping out of my room, I approached those swaying spirits leisurely.
Under the blue sky, by the stream, they are growing wildly. The green color of life extends inch by inch. They are unscrupulously in the mountains and fields lyric green, lyric life hope. It is a free wilderness, and there is not a trace of heaviness in their greenness. The grasses gaze upon the rays of the sun and let that golden color shine upon their young bodies. They roared in the wind to stay alive, stretching their green leaves to the maximum to absorb the sunlight. They have never considered themselves inferior, and have always stood up straight, looking out at the world with pride and contempt. They seem to know, have the sun, show green, alive, is hope.
Looking at this piece of vibrant green, you can not be intoxicated?
This piece of wild grass flourishes, survival is their only faith. Their existence is frank and open. Dirty and narrow corners of the city without their shadow, warm and comfortable flower room without their green. Imagine, if the mountains are missing their coloring, it will be a kind of loneliness!
The weeds were swaying in front of my eyes so recklessly. Their tenacity is strong enough to withstand any blow, their green is not extinguished, the body is not extinguished, the spirit is not extinguished. All those who claim to be brave might want to applaud them! From spring to summer, from summer to fall, season after season, year after year, they eternally show the green of life. Can you not be mesmerized by the thought that this green nurtures the spirit of eternity?
Another gust of wind blew by, pulling my hair, blocking the line of sight. I was also in deep thought for a long time. Escape from the books, with such a long time to gaze at this piece of grass, I see what? And how will I face a challenging tomorrow?
Suddenly, I understood! I reveled in the greenness and persistence of the weeds. I will work hard, towards the green of the weeds! I will work hard, in the examination hall tomorrow!
2. to intoxication as the topic of writing an essay title of their own style is not limited to 500 wordsThe sea, let me intoxicated
The vast universe, all things in turn, nature to people to show the charm of the flowers, trees, the stand, the mountain of the horrified, the water of the flow of the long ...... and I love the deep blue sea, it brings me It's a surprise, it's a sorrow, it's a joy, it's a pain ......
I love the quietness of the sea. Night falls, I stand alone in the bow, gazing at the sea under the white moon, so calm, so peaceful, towards the distant sea look, the kind of "long smoke an empty, white moon thousands of miles, floating light jumping gold, quiet shadow sinking Jibi" emotion swept in the chest. Open arms, in this quiet world, "the heart of the vast even wide world", as if it has everything in the world. The sea makes my heart become open, let my temperament open, that kind of big, that kind of vastness, is unparalleled, let me y embedded in this whole, time seems to be still, everything is wonderful.
I love the surge of the sea. When studying Lu Yan's "Listening to the Tide", my heart also stirred up that desire to listen to the tide. The sound of the sea impacting on the rocks, that kind of exquisite description makes me mesmerized. When I stood on the seashore and listened to the sound of the tide, which was like the rushing of thousands of horses and thousands of armies, or the sound of various musical instruments playing together, the joy in my heart was beyond expression. At that time, although I did not have the feeling of all things in heaven and earth, but I still love, love the sea of this ***, this bold, let me feel that life, but also to stir up such a bold, to face all things, to face the challenge.
I love the power of the sea. "The sea is a hundred rivers, there is tolerance." The sea does not choose the smallest stream, so it becomes big. The sea's everything comes from her "Na". Her vastness, her depth, her boundlessness, and her long history come from her endowment. From her temperament, I find fraternity; from her words, I find depth; from her voice, I find kindness; from her body, I find fortitude. In her soul, I washed my heart; in her kindness, I learned tolerance; in her profundity, I learned to be strong ......
"The sun and the moon, if out of them; the stars and the Han brilliant, if out of them." The sea is broad and beautiful. In the sea, although I am only "a sand gull in heaven and earth", but I still love her, love her swallowing the sun and moon; because I firmly believe that the sea in the sea, I have refined themselves, and understand the nature of the sea, I also have the "swallowing the sun and moon" ability.
This makes me heart pounding, let me intoxicated by the sea!
The vast universe, the cycle of all things, nature to show people the charm of the flower, the tree's upright, the mountain's horrified, the water's flow of long ...... and I love the deep blue sea, which brings me surprise, is sad, is joy, is painful ...... < /p>
I love the silence of the sea. Nightfall, I stand alone in the bow, gazing at the sea under the white moon, so calm, so peaceful, towards the distant sea look, the kind of "long smoke, white moon, floating light jumping gold, quiet shadow sinking Jibi" emotion swept in the chest. Open arms, in this quiet world, "the heart of the vast even wide world", as if it has everything in the world. The sea makes my heart become open, let my temperament open, that kind of big, that kind of vastness, is unparalleled, let me y embedded in this whole, time seems to be still, everything is wonderful.
I love the surge of the sea. When studying Lu Yan's "Listening to the Tide", my heart also stirred up that desire to listen to the tide. The sound of the sea impacting on the rocks, that kind of exquisite description makes me mesmerized. When I stood on the seashore and listened to the sound of the tide, which was like the rushing of thousands of horses and thousands of armies, or the sound of various musical instruments playing together, the joy in my heart was beyond expression. At that time, although I did not have the feeling of all things in heaven and earth, but I still love, love the sea of this ***, this bold, let me feel that life, but also to stir up such a bold, to face all things, to face the challenge.
I love the power of the sea. "The sea is a hundred rivers, there is tolerance." The sea does not choose the smallest stream, so it becomes big. The sea's everything comes from her "Na". Her vastness, her depth, her boundlessness, and her long history come from her endowment. From her temperament, I find fraternity; from her words, I find depth; from her voice, I find kindness; from her body, I find fortitude. In her soul, I washed my heart; in her kindness, I learned tolerance; in her profundity, I learned to be strong ......
"The sun and the moon, if out of them; the stars and the Han brilliant, if out of them." The sea is broad and beautiful. In the sea, although I am only "a sand gull in heaven and earth", but I still love her, love her swallowing the sun and moon; because I firmly believe that the sea in the sea, I have refined themselves, and understand the nature of the sea, I also have the "swallowing the sun and moon" ability.
This makes me heart pounding, let me intoxicated by the sea!
3. Write a landscape essay on "Enchantment"I am enchanted by snowflakes
The cold wind is howling, and the snowflakes are flying all over the sky, one after another. Nature gives winter snowflakes are so magical, let the pure snowflakes dress up the winter.
The snow fell, everything was instantly shrouded in white. The whole earth is wrapped in silver, look forward, can not tell where is the earth, where is the sky, more can not tell where there are mountains and rivers and trees, only a few houses in front of the snow in silence. Lift your head to look at the snowflakes falling from the sky, originally just a piece of the sky, gradually feel the color of a point in the sky is whiter than elsewhere, and in the left and right rotating and moving, and finally see, that is a piece of snowflakes, such as fairy hovering down, more like a small parachute soldiers in the air swaying, swaying down to the mountains, fell to the ground, and so the earth added a point of white. Sometimes, it also fell to my hands, let me watch this such as steering wheel like white hexagon gradually become crystal clear, become as transparent as water, and finally turned into a drop of rain to moisturize my skin. It seems that those pure snowflakes for the first time in the middle of each year to baptize the world, moisturizing the earth's elves. Every winter, when everything sleeps, the heavens will be pure snowflakes sprinkled all over the earth, the next spring, the snowflakes melt, will provide the world with the first ray of energy on the occasion of the awakening of all things. And I can now stand in the snowflakes, watching the snowflakes fall to the ground I should be so lucky. Open arms, feel the snowflakes, forget the cold, forget the time, forget everything, pure snowflakes let me intoxicated!
Pure snowflakes are a magical product of nature given winter. Feel the snowflakes, feel the winter, the purity of the snowflakes I bear in mind, the snowflakes intoxicate me.
4. Essay to intoxication as the topic of essay topicsThe bitter cold of this winter without warning covered half of China, return to the heart of the four splashes of people anxious to go home to reunion, however, the temperature has slipped for a while. Snow is so scattered, those icicles more decorated with the cold winter cold, I walk in the streets of winter, the mood is also like the temperature of the season, a drop to the bottom, and warmth, such as exhaling white gas, curling in the air and a moment and then dissipated.
This cruel winter, covered up too many living beings.
Suddenly I saw someone in the fundraising, because the south is a snow disaster area, in the remote rural areas if not rescued, may be the whole village life is threatened. There are also many poor families, under the cold winter without security. At this time, I seem to see the love is spreading, spread to the cold all over every corner, for the people there to send warmth, they touched me, drive away the cold in my heart.
Back home is playing the latest reports of the snowstorm. Because of the sudden snowfall on the eve of the Spring Festival, hundreds of thousands of people waiting to go home have gathered at the Guangzhou Railway Station. In order not to miss the appointment, they are waiting day and night in the waiting station, the square. A sea of people, all hearts have a **** the same hope - to go home. In order to better accommodate travelers, station staff must stand guard day and night, the Spring Festival can not return home, and even tired to play a drip. And many highways were forced to close, the highway is all ice, easy to accident, Beijing-Shanghai highway stranded vehicles up to more than six thousand. Everyone knows that in such cold weather, if you don't take precautions against the cold, every life may be dead.
So, we saw a moving scene - soldiers set up stoves to cook, for stranded drivers to send hot steamed buns. At the station, a kindly lady set up a stall to serve hot rice and hot food in the cold wind.
This winter has come in its majestic form, with its unpredictable snow and ice, bringing too much suffering to the people, but in the face of danger and obstruction, we feel the warmth at the same time.
It is a hundred years of snow, a severe winter without warning, is a serious and huge challenge. It is a group of people's tolerance and friendship, so that we feel the warmth in the aggressive cold.
I was intoxicated, intoxicated by the warmth of the severe winter, in the face of the challenge of nature, people did not discourage did not give up, but composed an exciting song of love, let me y intoxicated!
5. to "intoxicated" as the topic of writing a topic essayThere is a love that intoxicates me
Even if the earth is no longer rotating; even if the sun becomes dim tomorrow; even if the mist shrouds the eyes; even if the distant horizon has faded ...... when the heart is really tired. the mind has really tired, quietly look back, I still have my homecoming, in that long river of love, I am intoxicated ...... intoxicated by love, intoxicated by affection, intoxicated by grandmother's most selfless dedication.
I can never forget my grandmother's wrinkled hands, that is the imprint of hard work, that is surging in the heart of the most intoxicating warm current. When I was a baby, these hands gently held me, let me see the wonderful world outside, let me perceive the air filled with strong feelings, intertwined in my surroundings, always difficult to disperse. When I was a child, it was these hands slowly fan fan, make me sleep peacefully, let me enjoy the world's coolest wind, let me immersed in the world's sweetest dream, long unwilling to wake up, only because of that dependence. And now, the hands of the cohesion of the love has never faded, although no longer gently touch, no longer slowly shaking the fan, but in every moment to make me touched, let me intoxicated.
I remember that difficult summer, the hot air seems to be burning, naughty water vapor also do not know where to hide to cool. It was hot, dry and unbearable. My parents left me alone at home because of work, and when I kept complaining, it was my grandmother who came to me as if she were an angel. Every afternoon, she drove several kilometers to my house, washed my clothes, cooked for me, and cleaned the house spotlessly. At night, when I was doing my homework in my room, she always watched TV quietly outside, and the sound of the TV, not to mention me, even she did not know if she could hear it. No matter how sleepy she was, no matter how tired she was, she always waited silently for me and stayed with me, fearing that I might need something, until I went to bed, and then she went to sleep. The next morning, she had to rush back to take care of her young cousin. And so it was for a month, every day. On this difficult, almost suffocating summer day.
Not long ago, I went away alone for the first time, and I bought some gifts when I came back. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get it back, but I'm sure I'll be able to get it back. When Grandma took the exquisite gift box, eyes flooded with incomparable joy, the hands have not been able to put down. She also praised me for being a good boy and said that I had grown up and understood ...... all these situations were described to me by my mother. She said, my heart can not help but ripples, there is a trace of joy, there is a trace of moving, there is a trace of guilt. Yes, when my grandmother gave to me without complaint, I always seemed to take it for granted and never thought much about it, as if the earth revolved around me and the flowers had to bloom for me. But at this time, my small gift can be exchanged for my grandmother's great joy. Perhaps it was only because of that deep love, that intoxicating love.
Bathing in the river of love, happiness, warmth, sweetness ...... When I bravely went to the far side, leaving only a faint back, I seem to hear the heavenly music from the heart, that is the call of love. Grandma's love, love to deep, love to forget me, love to boiling, love to intoxicate me ......
6. to "intoxication" as the topic of writing a topic essayMooring the boat in the water
Holding a book of intoxicating poems, leaning on the edge of the table, tonight I am the boat of the water
I am the boat of the water. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said.
Listening to the ancient wind, the ancient clouds, the ancient sound. It's been echoing for a thousand years on the ancient waterfront.
So, I seem to see, a get Penny Junior, driving a flat boat, in the light gauze like morning mist, in the thin mantle like reeds back and forth, that misty morning mist vaguely flashed is a white dress fluttering young girl, standing all alone, her eyes, such as the morning mist of the autumn, clear and sad, corresponds to, is that the teenager the same longing for the eyes and that eternal classic. "Reed reed, white dew for frost, the so-called Iren, in the water side." So in the autumn water side of the haunting for a thousand years.
So, I seem to see, a full of heartbreak female lyricist alone on the orchid boat, let the boat swinging on the lake. The red lotus root fragrance residue, more hooked up in her heart and thoughts. At this time, she has a few points less "enjoy the evening back to the boat, mistakenly into the depths of the lotus root flowers" leisure and elegance, who sends brocade letters in the clouds? She looked up at the clouds, but only saw a line of autumn geese quietly flew by. The cool moon is like water, a ray of clear light diagonally sprinkled all over the western building, a lonely a melancholy and attacked the heart. Husband out and then outside, each other **** the same thoughts, but divided into two places of trouble. Flowers from the water from the flow, her eyebrows knit, shoveling up a shovelful of water, see, is that can not wash away the lovesickness.
So, moored in the water, I seem to see the Xin Qiji "stream back to the shallow sand, red apricots are blooming all over." The monk Zhinan, "the ancient wood in the shade of the tie short canopy, the staff hedge to help me across the bridge east. Cao Mengde, "The trees are growing, the grass is luxuriant, the autumn winds are sullen, and the waves are surging." The bleakness of Bai Juyi's "flowers gradually fascinating eyes, shallow grass can not horse hooves." The easy and joyful.
So, moored in the water, I seem to hear, who is, in sigh: "Where is the sunset countryside, the smoke on the river makes people sad." It is you, Cui Hao; who is singing, "The tide is flat and the wind is blowing, the sail is hanging." Who is the one who sings "Cold mountains turn to verdant greenery, Autumn water rushing by the day", Wang Wei? Who is the one who sings "The moon is falling, the crows are crowing, the frost is all over the sky, The river maple and the fishing fires are sleeping in sadness", Zhang Ji? ...
So, mooring the boat in the water, there will be Li Taibai's half round of the autumn moon, Zheng Shouyu's evening flute away from the Pavilion, Zhang Zhihe's wind and rain, Liu Yuxi's dongting landscape; so, mooring the boat in the water, there is Wang Wei's ambition to look out on the Hanjiang River, there is Su Shi's picturesque mountains and the magnificent, Du Fu sad autumn to ascend to the majesty of the Du Mu Qinhuai night of the sorrowful thoughts! ......
Mooring boat water, shoveling a shovelful of water in the hand, see, a poem of the era ﹑ an era of poetry from the pen between the lips pouring down, intoxicating, reverie, fascinating, mesmerizing.
Mooring boat water, feel, is that a Qing Rongjunmao landscape rhyme, is that a breath of river temperament, is that a love of water sung throughout the ages.
Tonight, the small desk is still the canal water, and I, still moored boat water Mekong boat, tie boat under the poplar, I see, that the millennium flow of poetry, is gently drifting from the colorful clouds between the ......
7. Please write an article with contentment as the topic, the title of the topic of their own not less than six hundred wordscontentment
A cup of tea and a collection of songs, simple as they are, remind me of a man named Ma Zhiyuan. The content of his works is simple and ordinary. However, his account of the detained drifter is so bleak, can not help but let a person feel and hair, hair and thought, thought and sadness, sadness and weeping, weeping and pain ......
Revel in his "sunset, wine pennant idle, two or three rows have not been on the shore"; Revel in his "fishing lamp dark, the wine pennant idle, two or three rows have not been on the shore"; Revel in the
Revel in his "dark fishing lanterns, the guest dream back, a sound drops people heart broken"; Revel in his "withered vines, old trees, dim crows, small bridges and flowing homes, the old road, the west wind, thin horses"; Revel in ......
I feel as if I have come to a place where the world has gone to waste. p> I seem to have come to the desolate remote town, a few withered vines entwined with a few long faded bald trees, in the autumn wind blowing, shivering. The sky is a little bit of cold crows, accompanied by the sound of wailing, flying to the far side of the ...... tiny smoke long pull out a white line, linking the sky and the earth. You sit on the side of that withered tree holding a horse whip loosely in your hand, hanging your head glumly, a few strands of green silk from the temples scattered out, with a mottled mark. What is it that makes you so old? What is it that makes you become so disheveled ......
How long has it been away? Maybe you can't remember ......
Which direction is home? Maybe you can't tell ......
How far away is home? Perhaps you can no longer calculate it ......
You walk aimlessly on this yellow dusty ancient road, walk in this spring flowers, fall and moon, walk between this reality and history. How far is youth? How far is home? How far is the ideal? It's just a matter of time! That's all! The day is going to pass again, the day goes down, there is only the cold wind left ......
Suddenly woke up, but there is only a blank. I sighed, it was all just a dream! Back to God, I looked out the window, only to find that the fiery red sunset, now, has long been turned into a luscious jade plate. Dark night, with a slight coolness, and accompanied by a little bleak. I put on a single coat, once again made a cup of warm tea, savor, silky sweet ...... autumn wind rolled up the pages of the "full Yuan prose", played a bleak west wind music. That golden-colored desert lingered in the depths of my mind for a long time.
In a trance, I saw the helplessness of He Zhizhang's "children don't know each other", the loneliness of Wang Wei's "thinking of relatives twice as much at festivals", and the sadness of Dufu's "what is it like to float? I think I am intoxicated. I am intoxicated in his "falling flowers and water fragrance thatched cottage evening, broken bridge head fish sellers scattered"; intoxicated in his "lonely boat five more home ten thousand miles, is the departure of a few lines of tears"; intoxicated in his "sunset, the broken hearted people in the end of the world! "; intoxicated in ......
8. Please write a 400-word essay on the topic of "intoxication", with a topic of your ownThe book made me intoxicated
The book, one of the things that I do not think about. But I can't remember when it came into my life.
I just remember, whenever I see my bookshelf books east a west a book, it is very lost, the gut reaction is to immediately run to the bookstore to buy a large bundle of books to go home, put them into the dried up bookshelf. When I saw that the bookshelf was so full that I couldn't squeeze in a single book, my lost heart would be satisfied immediately, and my frown would be loosened, with a very, very satisfied smile on my face. It was then that I unknowingly became intoxicated, my eyes blurred and I entered the sea of books. I couldn't get enough of that one book with the beautiful cover, and a demented smile spread across my face. Dad shook me awake, I rubbed my eyes in my heart thankful that I did not see my father also as a big book.
Dad looked at the books on the bookshelf, sighed and said: "How always back to buy books, but the books on the shelf do not see?" I was speechless, a kind of discontent sprouting in my thoughts. "The most important thing about a book is what's inside it; if you don't read it, it loses its value; the book it will cry!" Dad finished and patted me on the shoulder. I don't know when dad walked out of my room, my thoughts were so confused, is it wrong for me to love books? Dad, don't you always buy books? I couldn't eat dinner so I lay down on my bed early, my mind was full of my dad's words and my dissatisfaction. I saw the books on the shelves crying, some jumped down to say goodbye to me, saying they wanted to find a new owner, an owner who understood their value. I cried, tears streaming down my face. I suddenly opened my eyes and saw the books still standing still on the shelf. I stroked them painfully, remembering the lights that stayed on all night after my dad bought the books back every time.
The next day, early in the morning I hugged the book to read, who knew that once I read in I was attracted by an article, story, and felt that I also became a character in the book. Huh? What, an earthquake? I looked up and it was my dad who was grabbing my shoulders and shaking me back and forth. Dad laughed and said, "Breakfast!"
I looked back at the books on the shelf, and they seemed to bloom with bright smiles.
9. to "intoxicated" as the topic of writing an essayspring, intoxicating spring ah
Another year of spring came, spring back to the earth, spring, spring ushered in a bit of tender green climbed up the branches, causing the birds to perch on the branches, twitter, as if to tell the love with the green leaves together, the green shoots laughed, curious grass, but the green shoots, the green shoots, the green shoots, the green shoots, the green shoots, the green shoots, the green shoots, the green shoots, the green shoots, the green shoots, the green shoots, the green shoots, the green shoots, the green shoots. The grass, but also can not resist quietly drilled out of the ground, green. Look, the roadside clover has sprouted, a piece, a cluster, green, is so green, eye-catching, can not help but remind me of that desirable "clover" fascinating legend, every time you walk past the grass, do not feel like looking at more than one glance, looking for, looking forward to the happiness of the "four-leaf clover The "four-leaf clover" will come. Spring, intoxicating spring ah, make those unknown flowers, red delicate, pink tender elegant, white as snow, yellow beauty, purple like brocade. Colorful flowers, scrambling to bloom, greedily enjoy the spring of nature, become a "red willow green grass green" spring picture.
Spring, mesmerizing spring ah, melting spring all of a sudden stood full of the whole nature, sunny, everything is revived, green eyes. Playful children have long changed into light clothing, frolicking, playing, lightly shuttle in the breath of spring, enjoying the warmth of the sun, rain and dew moisturizing. On the street, three or two, or walking, or fitness, or climbing, or trekking, people come and go, endless. Spring rain is as expensive as oil, a fog and rain gently floating down the spring morning, fresh air spread out, a good picture of "good rain knows the time of year, when the spring is occurring, with the wind into the night, wetting things silently." Spring rain picture, spring species at this moment in the rain dew under the moisturizing, began to sprout new buds. The hope of life has thus opened a new prelude, and the season of plowing and sowing hope is unfolding.
Spring, intoxicating spring ah, I do not know how many literati touched the thoughts of the writer, so how many literary talent, the heroic stirring, the rise of poetry, "spring sleep does not wake up to dawn, everywhere heard the crowing birds," "full of deep and light color of the garden, shining in the green wave," "pond spring grass, garden willow into songbirds". The garden willow turns into a songbird". How many charming and melodious Tang poems have spread to the north and south of the Yangtze River, and how many rhyming and short Song lyrics have mastered the flavor of all things in the world. "Full of spring color can not be closed, a branch of red apricots out of the wall," following the poet's mood, along the rhyme of the lyricist, spring, and come, unstoppable.
Spring, intoxicating spring ah, brought spring Qingming season, celebrities of the best lines echoed in the ears, "Qingming Festival rain has been, the road pedestrians want to break their souls." It seems that Qingming always have to have rain accompanied by, Fang Xian perfect, that sheer drizzle, so that Qingming in the spring scenery has become more clear and misty, and namelessly more than a few points of shallow worry, and light worry, drizzle, wind, this year's Qingming, as if adding a lot of sadness and impatience, how much grief surging to the heart at the moment, in the 5.12 Wenchuan earthquake in the victims of their relatives, become the hearts of the people forever! Sorrow, the face of the Wenchuan earthquake site, as if a scene in front of us again, the tragic scenes, become a permanent memory, unforgettable, in the face of natural disasters we can not resist, but we have the spring of the euphoria, vigor and vitality, everything from the beginning, and bravely face the reality of tomorrow. In this intoxicated spring, may the dead rest in peace, the living cherish! May the years be quiet, the hearts of the people clear!
Spring, intoxicating spring ah, is clearly a poem, an enchanting and beautiful spring mood!
Spring, intoxicating spring, is clearly a painting! A painting of ink and colorful spring elegance!
Spring, mesmerizing spring ah.