After more than ten years' experience, I can't help feeling that what should have been a wonderful life is dull and tasteless. I'm tired of repeating the same boring thing every day.
After several unpleasant experiences, I began to want to escape from this world.
I said to my mother, "I don't want to do this anymore." No matter how hard I try, there are still so many people above me. I might as well return to nature, learn from the ancients and live in seclusion. " My mother didn't speak. Several days later, my mother took me to the front of a mountain. This is an unknown mountain, but it can be said to be dangerous. I looked at my mother and guessed her intentions.
"Do you see that tree?" Mother pointed to the cliff. I looked up. Between the steep cliffs, there is a tree, which seems to be bent by the cracks in the cliff, but it is full of vitality.
"Well, I see. That's ... "
"Come on, I'll take you up." My mother took me, found a gentle hillside and walked up step by step.
Looking at the sweat on my mother's forehead, although I didn't understand her intention, I told myself that I must go to the top of the mountain. This is really a lonely place.
My mother took me to the front of the tree. "Look." I was shocked. This tree actually grows out of stones!
"This, how can ..."
"You see, if this tree wants to grow, it must penetrate hard rocks. You are a clever boy, I think you will understand. " My mother said nothing more. I leaned down carefully and looked at the tree on the cliff. Its roots really grow in the rock, and it stubbornly stretches around, as if to absorb all available nutrients around it.
I have seen many trees, such as willows by the river, tall and strong buttonwood trees on both sides of the road and fruitful apple trees in the orchard, but I still can't forget the scarred poplar tree in front of my grandfather's door.
When I was four years old, my grandfather planted a poplar tree in front of my door. I asked him why he planted it, and he said, "Because I want to see which of you grows fast." I asked, "How can we grow up quickly?" Grandpa said, "If you eat more, you will grow faster." I made up my mind to eat more every meal in the future than before.
Summer is very hot. I drink more water than other seasons, but we don't water poplars. One day, I don't know whose troublemaker carved the poplar with a knife. Another day, a lamb came and ate the bark. Fortunately, grandpa found out in time that the lamb was driven away, but we found that there were too many scars on the poplar. I don't think poplar can live this time. Grandpa is very distressed. He fenced the poplars in case the lambs came again.
Autumn has come, and there are still many scars on poplar trees. Its leaves turn yellow slowly, and finally all fall off.
Winter is coming, and the north wind is howling. I think the scarred poplars will definitely be blown down by the wind or frozen to death by the cold wind. Because I feel cold in a thick cotton-padded jacket. But after the wind stopped, the poplars stood up again. Sometimes the snow will come to help, and the poplar still stands. Unexpectedly, when spring came, the scarred poplar actually grew green buds, stronger and taller than before.
After many years, I grew tall and grew up, and that scarred poplar tree also grew into a big tree. In summer, my grandparents came to enjoy the cool in the shade. Seeing the scars of poplars, I can't help but make up my mind-just like the scar tree in front of the door, I will go forward bravely under difficulties, grow into useful materials and add more smiles to my grandparents.
Spring this year seems to come earlier than usual. Although it is only the first month, the spring is already strong. The 3,000 peach blossoms in Haojiang Jufeng Temple have also been competing to open, and people have come from all directions to enjoy the flowers.
"Peach blossoms in Taolin are in full bloom, and the flowers in the garden are like immortals." Peach blossoms ushered in the first month. With the footsteps of spring breeze, they quietly bloom on the new branches of "dead trees", which have survived the cold and are weak and powerless. There are not many peaches here. If you are there, you will be shocked by the peach blossoms all over the mountains. Peach blossoms hang on the branches in droves. From a distance, they are like handfuls of pink feather fans, which are light red and jade white. In reality, they are illusory, so beautiful and unforgettable. When I approached the peach blossom, it was a different scene. I see those that have blossomed, and they are blooming vigorously, without retaining their own strength. From the small bud to the big flower bowl, it is wrapped layer by layer, and the pink face is blown from the inside, and the small stamens inside are swaying gently, which is very pleasing to the eye. And those flowers and bones look particularly sensible, holding their heads high, as if ready to open their smiles in the spring breeze. They are impatient and can't wait to open a crack to show their bright red.
Different from peony and rose, peach blossom is bright red purple and pink on a white background, but it has an unforgettable charm; Unlike orchids, the fragrance is very strong, but a faint fragrance is enough. Peach blossoms are fragrant but not vulgar, beautiful but not gorgeous, which really makes people feel lofty and approachable. A gust of wind blew, and pieces of peach blossoms fell to the ground, leaving a colorful picture of peach blossoms full of trees. Appreciating the beautiful peach blossoms, I can't help but think of Gong Zizhen's poem "Falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud will protect flowers more".
Several white petals embrace a bunch of stamens, forming my favorite jasmine.
Summer is coming, and jasmine flowers are quietly blooming. The smell is fragrant, but the buds are too inconspicuous and the colors are not gorgeous. I didn't like it at first A heavy rain changed my impression of jasmine. The downpour was accompanied by the howling wind, and the jasmine was blown to the east and west, and the petals fell a lot. However, the next day, the wind and rain stopped. I went to the balcony and saw the dark green leaves of jasmine just like the "green flow" written in the article. What surprises me even more is that there are many glittering and translucent buds among the green leaves. At night, the buds are in full bloom and the house is full of fragrance. I, a person who doesn't pay much attention to jasmine, was shocked by the tenacious vitality in its small body and deeply fell in love with this beautiful jasmine.
I looked at the snow-white core and thought it was really exquisite. Although there is no exquisite color, it is simple, natural and pure, without any impurities. It is not like a canna, wearing a red robe and a yellow coat and proudly holding its head high; Nor is it placed gracefully on the water like a lotus flower, waiting for people to appreciate it. It is so small, so inconspicuous. I once read such a poem:
"Little jasmine, silently spit out youth.
Dan Xin, pure as snow, is dedicated to everyone. "
Isn't jasmine a pure heart dedicated to everyone?
Does the beauty in life only belong to colorful colors and magnificent appearance? Jasmine flower, its fragrant smell, its strength regardless of wind and rain, isn't it an amazing scenery? I am willing, willing to turn into a small, white jasmine flower and selflessly dedicate my sweetness and fragrance to those who love beauty.
My family has a small fish tank with five small goldfish in it. I like them very much.
Five small goldfish, big and small, very beautiful. Two big little goldfish, both red, flat and fat, with round black eyes, like two glass balls on a small head, and their tails swinging like fans. One of the three small ones is white, all silver and shiny; The other is white on a black background, with a mass of white on his back, but his body is black; There is also a small orange goldfish swimming behind other small goldfish.
Little goldfish likes the fish food bought by his father best, and sometimes he likes bread crumbs. As soon as the little goldfish saw the food, they swam quickly and crowded together to eat it. In a short time, the food in the jar was robbed. The little goldfish with a full stomach is very comfortable. Some swim around alone, some chase each other, and some float motionless in the water.
Little goldfish sometimes behaves badly and is very naughty. One night, we all fell asleep, and the little goldfish was playing and chasing in the fish tank. A little goldfish jumped out of the fish tank. Thanks to his sober sleep, he quickly picked it up and put it in the fish tank, saving his life. Another day, when everyone was not at home, a small goldfish jumped out of the fish tank and landed on the radiator. When we got home, it had been roasted into dried fish. Poor thing.
I like the little goldfish raised at home, because they are beautiful and lovely, which adds fun to my intense study life.
Excellent composition 6 Plum blossoms are not afraid of the cold, stand upright in the snow and do not compete with other flowers; The fragrance of jasmine is pleasant; Celosia cristata is brightly colored ... among so many precious flowers, I prefer lotus.
When the lotus grows up, the big pink petals show a little pale white, which makes people look so beautiful and moving. Lotus petals not only look beautiful, but also feel a kind of enjoyment. The smooth surface reveals bright luster, and the petals are slender, which makes people feel intoxicated after touching.
In the morning, the sun rises, and the lotus flowers usher in a new day. The lotus is covered with dew, and under the sunlight, the water drops are embedded in the petals like transparent pearls, crystal clear.
Lotus stands for integrity and aboveboard. At that time, Bao Gong's official mural also painted a lotus picture, which read "aboveboard".
Lotus also represents kindness and sincerity. According to legend, there were Tathagata and Guanyin sitting on the lotus throne in ancient times.
Lotus is not only beautiful, but also edible. The pulp of lotus seeds is nutritious and sweet, which is said to be invigorating qi and nourishing blood in Chinese medicine. As the saying goes, "red flowers are lined with green leaves." Without lotus leaves, lotus flowers would not be so vibrant. The lotus leaf is wide and dark green, which makes people feel intoxicated with nature.
Lotus never competes with other flowers, nor is it more beautiful than other flowers. It just stands alone in the water, standing in obscurity, standing in the water, standing in the wind, standing in the rain. Send away a touch of sunset glow and usher in a touch of morning glow. However, its life span is very short, and it can only last for one summer. But people will remember that it represents integrity, brightness, kindness and sincerity.
Although plum blossoms and jasmine flowers are beautiful, lotus flowers are more beautiful because they represent purity and make people feel beautiful. I like you, Lotus! Pure lotus!
Excellent composition 7. There is a lot of chalk on the table in front of the blackboard. These chalks are almost at the end of their lives, and some are even too small to mention. Ding Lingling, the bell rang, and the students rushed to their seats, straightened their chests and waited for the teacher to arrive. The teacher strode in, put the papers on the table and began the class. The teacher picked up a piece of chalk just enough to hold and turned to write for us from the blackboard. Sasha vujacic, sasha vujacic and chalk turned into white granular objects, left their marks on the blackboard, and then disappeared a little. When this little piece of chalk wrote the last sentence for us, taught us the last knowledge and completed its last task, it disappeared. From this small piece of chalk, what a great quality is reflected. That is-dedication.
Dedication is a kind of selfless beauty, it is silent, but it is around us. Where cars honk, there are policemen. No matter the wind, frost, rain and snow, no matter the cold and hot summer, he (she) is sticking to his post, inhaling the exhaust gas of the car, hearing the horn and smelling the peculiar smell of the exhaust gas, but in exchange for the rapid and smooth traffic. Isn't this also a kind of dedication?
Chalk, your beauty is selfless, great beauty, dedicated to others, Tagore said: "The cause of fruit is lofty, the cause of flowers is sweet, but let me do the cause of leaves and contribute silently in the shadow." This is a tribute to you, how great you are, and I praise you, chalk!
Every time I read "Peach Blossom in Dalin Temple" by Bai Juyi, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty: "Peach Blossom in Mountain Temple begins to bloom in April." I hate not being able to find a place in spring, and I don't know where to turn here. "It reminds me of the peach blossom in our school.
The peach blossom in the school has neither the pride of plum blossoms nor the grace of lotus flowers, nor the richness of osmanthus and the magnificence of peony, but it always brings a faint fragrance and shallow spring to the campus when the flowers are still blooming, making us feel full of spring. When the vegetation is lush, it disappears without a trace, and there is no intention to compete for spring.
Peach blossoms in our campus grow on trees one after another, and some are in bud, like shy little girls; Some flowers are in full bloom and dance like white fairies; Some have only one or two petals, like the hair of a newborn baby. On sunny days, flowers smile and have a bright face. Bees landed on the petals and tried to collect honey, which attracted several butterflies to join in the fun.
Peach blossoms on cloudy days are no worse than those on sunny days. They have an indescribable beauty. Rain falls on peach trees, and the stamens are fresh and tender, especially the flowers with little drops of water, which are crystal clear and lovely. Looking at the rain like a silver needle in the distance, coupled with the unique peach blossom, is like a vivid Chinese painting. How beautiful! Absence for one night is really a spring rain night, and thousands of peach blossoms bloom. This peach blossom adds some beauty to our campus. No wonder the Peach Blossom Garden written by Grandpa Tao Yuanming is so fascinating and lifelike. To tell the truth, I have seen Peach Blossom Spring, and I seem to be intoxicated by the scene inside. I really want to have this paradise.
How I hope that peach blossoms will bloom all year round, so that the faint fragrance and shallow spring will come again.
Bamboo is one of the four gentlemen of Mei Zhu and one of the three friends of Song Zhumei.
The color of bamboo is green, but it is not monotonous, giving people vitality. Zheng Xie, a poet in the Qing Dynasty, wrote in Bamboo Stone, "I insist that the green hills will not relax, and the roots will break through the rocks. I am willing to let the east, west, north and south wind prevail." It is about the indomitable spirit of bamboo.
Adult bamboo is about three or four stories high, tall and straight, beautiful and generous. Bamboo sticks are slender, slim and graceful, with green seasons and proud rain, which are deeply loved by people. Beautiful and elegant, but also tenacious struggle, dare to face setbacks. In the storm, flowers and plants were blown down by the wind and raindrops splashed down. However, bamboo stood bravely in the storm, so naturally there was no fear. After the rain, there is a fresh earthy smell in the wind. Look at those bamboos still standing on the land where they belong, like a gentle and graceful girl, still tall and straight, slim and graceful, giving people a strong and fearless beauty.
Bamboo grows rapidly in the sun. When you walk into the bamboo forest, what you see is a piece of green. At this moment, you will feel a gentle wind coming at you, which is refreshing.
Bamboo, after a rest, has charm, slender and feminine, evergreen and unbeaten, upright and upright, noble and decent, full of vitality and vigorous progress ... It has many advantages, however, I appreciate its firmness and unyielding most. Its beautiful quality of "lonely cliffs and valleys, with this aura". Gentle and firm noble character has always inspired me!
Excellent composition 10 Some people pursue the lotus flower of "muddy but not dirty, clear but not demon"; Some people like plum blossom "suddenly fragrant all night, scattered like dry Kun Wan Li incense"; Some people fall in love with pear flower "getting wet in clothes, raining apricot flowers and blowing cold willows"; However, I like chrysanthemums. "I would rather hold incense in the branches and wait for death than blow it into the north wind."
Chrysanthemums are monotonous in color and have tiny branches. It has neither the charming fragrance of osmanthus nor the elegance of peony. Its characteristic is ordinary, so that you won't see it at first sight. But simple things are often eternal. How precious it is to be indomitable and not afraid of the cold!
I wanted to pick a bunch of chrysanthemums and put them in a vase, but I saw it proudly facing the snow and never bowed its head. I gave up. It originally belonged to this free world. Although it is small, it has its meaning. Unlike some flowers, it blooms early and is strong outside, but it is dry inside. There is a song that says, "Every color should be in full bloom. Don't let black and white stay behind the sun. "
Some people are destined to be the dazzling sun, but behind the exclusive brilliance of the sun, there will always be stars that strive to shine. When we are stars, we should shine brightly, and when we are the sun, we should learn to converge. You can be proud, but you shouldn't be.
Look at life from chrysanthemums. See the essence from things.
My father is a person who loves bamboo. As long as he has time, he will take good care of bamboo. All the bamboos in my house are green and straight. Standing straight in front of my house like a guard.
Dad always takes a pair of scissors and carefully cuts off the redundant bamboo leaves for bamboo; Dad always uses a watering can to embed crystal drops on thirsty bamboo leaves under the sunshine; Dad always takes a bag of fertilizer and spreads it evenly on the soil under the bamboo.
But one day, my father lost his job and he had to find a job to earn money to support his family. But dad didn't find a suitable job after searching for a long time: some jobs didn't meet me; Work is too tired and the salary is not much; Some jobs make a lot of money, but the investment is also high. Dad squeezes out almost every minute to find a job. He has no time to take care of bamboo. Bamboo turns yellow day by day and withers gradually. ...
Dad is a strong man. He didn't give in to difficulties. When he fails to find a job, he always faces my mother and me with a forced smile. He always touched my head and said, "Good boy ... I ..." Then he choked up and refused to say anything. He is always too soft-hearted, too soft-hearted, and carries all the problems by himself. ...
Hard work pays off, and dad finally found a job after many twists and turns. And the bamboo in front of the house is gradually forgotten.
Suddenly one day it began to rain. I saw bamboo in the rain, as if it were not dead, but asleep. Rain is falling all over it, it is no longer decadent, it is still alive! I've seen it-the green in front of the door.