Lyricism is the same as language expression, too bland, difficult to stimulate the reader's **** Ming; the other is the flood of feelings, too exaggerated their emotions, but let a person produce a feeling of not real enough. How to grasp this balance is very important. Below I have organized for you to take advantage of the scenery and lyricism of the relevant prose, I hope to help you!
In the morning, outside a drizzle, I walked to this gardenia tree.
Under the drizzle, this gardenia bush looks extra green, the buds on the tree shyly not released. It seemed to be waiting for something?
She is like a pure and wonderful girl, standing quietly in the rain, the raindrops wet her emerald green branches, let her appear extraordinarily clear, more people love. She gently raised her head, as if contemplating the journey she once made, and seemed to be looking forward to in, waiting. This seems to be like our life, experience frustration, encountered bumps, but still strong vertical in this sea of flowers. Could it be that she is looking forward to the arrival of the spring, or looking back at the winter that has been spent?
The rain is a good companion for her, gently surrounded her, gently brushing away the dirt beside her. The little buds on the branches sucked the rain like babies, and from time to time, the sweet juice flowed down, which was extremely lovely and compassionate.
The gardenia is smiling happily as the wind is blowing around her graceful body. With a wave of her hand, she spreads the charming fragrance of the flowers around her. The nerve-racking aroma was reflected straight into my heart. For a moment, I seemed to be in the sea of flowers, the faint fragrance, witnessed her tenderness and kindness, but also reflects her indomitable perseverance in the rain. I fell into a deep thought, recalling her strength and softness.
The blossoming of the flower is instantaneous, but it needs to go through the summer heat and winter cold, but also to face the unknown changes in the wind and clouds. But she held on, which requires how much perseverance and courage ah. I explored the branches of the white gardenia, gently touch them, appreciate the tiny buds, heart full of these lovely elves, their strength will be beautiful fixed in my heart. I said to myself: Gardenia, lovely elves, how can I have the same strength and perseverance as you.
Gardenia, although there is no peony's luxury atmosphere, but also wash all the prosperity more elegant; the same way she has no bamboo's 'frivolous and proud, but also have through the wind and rain of the clanking iron bone; there is no lotus leaves out of the mud and not stained nobility, but there is also a white and flawless heart.
Light and thick makeup is always appropriate. In her face, the natural flow of her inner noble qualities. I realized her strong perseverance, smelled her elegant fragrance. Listening carefully to the teachings and beliefs she conveyed, letting me, as a mere mortal, experience the shallow but profound truth. In a flash, suddenly feel light and healthy, in front of the thorns and bumps are gone, leaving a smooth road.
Gently touch the gardenia, will smile, murmured, thank you, my favorite gardenia.
The related prose (2)
Since ancient times, autumn is sad and lonely, I say that autumn is better than spring. Autumn, with the fruitful, carrying the winter's breeding, spring's sprouting, summer's thriving, in this season reached the boiling point of life.
Once at Xilai's home, the golden wind, covered with a ground of osmanthus, and the wind blew, flying around. The whole yard is wafting a faint fragrance. The ginkgo tree in the backyard is full of grains of orange and yellow fruit, half-green and half-yellow leaves are blown by the wind, like a melodious note, floating to the four directions.
The wall of kudzu leaves vine entwined together, fat full leaves in the sunlight like a green palm, seems to be ready to applaud the fall, the vines are still not panicked pumping new leaves, mom ran around them excitedly, busy picking them to the basket. The thick leaves are dotted with a few spikes of pink flowers, a bunch of purple fruit in the flowers and leaves in the middle of the probe, curious to survey the bright autumn world, I excitedly ran over, picked a bunch, as paint on the ground painting, my sister used it as free nail polish, a moment later there is a pair of waving purple hands. The meandering vines are like a green waterfall, laden with hope and harboring dreams, climbing along the window, toward the blue sky.
Not far away from the orange tree on the orange is also ripe, yellow hanging all over the treetops, full of autumn colors flooded with a joyful golden light. I climbed the tree three times, stepping on the criss-crossed branches, looking around a tangerine, the heart is full of sweet joy, big handfuls of picking this gift of nature, grandfather is stepping on a chair in another tree picking with pleasure: "This year, the tangerine knot more than in previous years, it is a good omen." Sister with a basket in between the two trees constantly shuttle, but also busy from time to time to throw a few petals of orange in the mouth, the sweet and sour taste makes her eyes narrowed into a slit.
The sun is setting in the distance, reflected in the water waves of the evening sun like a faded silk, the river taro leaves have begun to yellow, but do not dare to live up to this wonderful season, is still pavilion. In a short while, the grandmother hoed a basket of taro, dark face written with the joy of harvest: "The market taro number of my family's largest, every day in a short time will be the customer a snatched up." Bean field, full of pods of bean vines overburdened, supporting each other, like a twist entangled together. After picking the orange grandfather quickly pulled back a large push of pods, everyone while picking pods while talking and laughing, a burst of laughter by the geese pack to the distant sky.
Looking at the elderly grandparents that busy and hunched over the back, my heart for a shock, although they have entered the fall of life, but still hands and feet, energetic, cultivation, they are the soul of the fall, is the most beautiful scenery in the fall.
The relevant prose of the scene (3)
I remember when I was a child, in early spring, my father would take us siblings to the field for a spring trip. Stepping on the narrow field path, on both sides is a ridge and ridge of reclaimed land, planted with a bed of crops. The Dutch beans are growing on the bamboo shelves, the cabbage is lying on the ground, and the canola is yellow, and the breeze is filled with the rich fragrance of green garlic and coriander.
By the ridge, the water in the storage canal is flowing slowly, and when you look down, you will find tiny tadpoles swimming happily in the water. My brother and I can't help but take a handful of water, and if we're lucky, we'll get two or three tadpoles in one handful of water, and we're so excited that we'll compete to see who catches the most tadpoles. Although the tadpoles will eventually be put back into the water, but my brother and I still never get tired of playing, until my father, who was watching from the sidelines, repeatedly urged us to leave.
On the ridge, the unknown grass is scrambling to emerge from the new green, people walk on it, under the feet of the soft, a fresh breath of grass. After the people walked by, the trampled grass is still lifting up the head, smiling at the spring breeze.
Walking through a piece of ridge, a mountain in front of us, the foot of the mountain to the waist planted with peach blossoms, flowers are blooming happy and colorful, look around, that half of the hillside of the pink yo, people can not help but reminiscent of Tao Yuanming's Peach Blossom Garden, a dreamlike wonderland. Peach blossom fragrance, attracted hard-working bees and beautiful butterflies, bees and butterflies dance scene, for the spring added vigorous vitality.
Spring in the south is always accompanied by a light rain, or as light as a goose feather, or floating as a willow floss. At this time the village, hidden in a misty rain, "clouds green Ruoxi want to rain, the water is tantalizing Ruoxi smoke", this is a portrait of the countryside in the rain. "Green Ruo hat, green straw raincoat, the wind and rain do not have to return" such a scene, has become my childhood memories, modern features of the rain, has long been into the countryside into the ordinary people's homes. Some time ago in the town of the museum, pleased to see the old old Ruo hats and straw raincoats, a wave of nostalgia for the old days.
After the first spring rains, the depression of the winter gradually far away, everything began to recover, "yellow plum season home rain grass pond frogs everywhere", when the frogs sound four, the countryside days again lively up.
Now, my brother and I have long been out of the countryside, in the rhythm of the rapid pace of the metropolis, and sometimes to bring my father to live in the city, but less than a few days, my father returned to the countryside urgently, do not want to stay long. In his heart, the beautiful and peaceful countryside, is his eternal root.
Autumn is the season of harvest. Soybeans, corn, and sorghum are all ripe and tired and bent.
The sky in the fall is very high, as if Pangu is still holding up the sky and the earth; the sky is so blue, as if there is a painter in the sky with blue paint.
The leaves of the poplar tree are a little yellow, and the autumn wind blows, the poplar tree shakes, as if it is old and can not stand.
The crops are very happy, because they all bear fruit, are talking about: "You see, I bear fruit how big ah, in the crop I can rank first!" "Look, my fruit is no worse than yours." Crops bear fruit, the sweetness left to the people, but they are gradually yellow, aging.
The campus lawn, grass secretly drilled out, like the earth put on a green uniform; beautiful school building quietly said to me: "I shielded you from the wind and rain, you can study well ah." The surrounding scenery seems to be saying to me, "We all have achievements, do you have? Let's race!"
Only the willow girl bowed her head, very sad, very sad look. Crops have comforted her, "Although you do not have fruit, but your body is very beautiful ah, you bring beauty to people ah." Willow girl finally smiled.
Autumn is beautiful, I love autumn!
Autumn is coming, the weather is getting colder and colder, the leaves are starting to turn yellow, the wind blows, the leaves fall from the trees, the ground is full of dry leaves, walk on it, make a "crunch"
sound. In the fall, there is a lot of rain, and it never stops raining, so I can't go anywhere. But the air became fresh, no longer dry, and when the rain stopped, the fall was beautiful. Autumn is the season of harvest, and there is a lot of fruit. There are red apples, sweet-smelling pears, sweet and sour oranges, yellow and orange bananas ....... I love bananas the most, I can finish a banana in three bites. I love this fruitful fall.
Stepping onto the path to the field, a cool westerly wind blew on the face, the leaves flew, as if the fairy scattered flowers. The leaves that fall on the ground are like naughty children running, rolling and somersaulting. The persimmon trees along the road are full of red "lanterns", they are three groups, five groups, close together. The representative of the field in the fall is the endless ears of rice. As far as the eye can see, a piece of rice like a golden sea. When a breeze blows, the field rolls with layers of waves, rolling and undulating, very charming! A rice plant is bent by the heavy fruit, they shook their little heads, seemingly contemplating something.
Walking into the field is like being in a golden sea. Under the sunlight, glittering, the sky and the earth also merge into one, everywhere is a golden color. Rice growth is very pleasant, each rice spike has eighty grains, grains are holding a soon to burst like a big belly, heavy. Its culm is very thin, but very tough, although it has been bent at the waist, but never get down. Its roots like eagle's claw, tightly grasp the earth, let the wind and rain, not the slightest movement. Look, the old man over there is harvesting, he skillfully waved the sickle, a moment, the impermeable paddy field will be cut several rows, as if it is a golden road to happiness. Far away from the grain field people are also busy and happy ......