Swallows dragged their scissors-like tails back to their hometown in the north. They twittered and twittered, as if to say, "Spring is coming, spring is coming!" " I look for spring with curiosity. Ah, I see spring.
The mountains in the distance are rolling, full of green. The grass on the nearby hillside also crept out of the ground quietly. They are tender and green.
Fat little lobular children, like a fat doll who just woke up. This piece, that cluster, dotted with steep slopes.
Trees on the hillside quietly pull out new branches and sprout like grass. Willow branches hang down like a thread hanging from a tree.
Small bright yellow leaves are like petals tied on a string. Poplar is in bloom, and these flowers are clusters of purple.
It's interesting to be covered with soft fur like a caterpillar. Peach blossoms are in full bloom, apricot flowers are hanging on branches, and pear flowers are blooming.
4. All kinds of wild flowers woke up, only to see them spread out, hold their heads high and rush to bloom. Red, yellow, blue, white and purple ... are really colorful. Although these flowers are not expensive, they decorate this grassland of youth with their own beauty and dedicate themselves selflessly to the earth.
Swarms of bees, flapping their yellow wings, are busy humming honey; Colorful butterflies also dance in pairs. In the field, the wheat seedlings turn green, like green waves.
Golden wild vegetable flowers sparkle in the green waves. 6. I don't know when the spring rain began to rain, gently, but I couldn't hear the sound of falling, like a wet smoke, gently moistening the earth.
After the spring rain, the sun came out and it was sunny. The whole world is fresh as if it had just been washed, and the air is fresh. Take a deep breath. My Sweetie's disease is like drinking honey.
The spring breeze is warm, the bright spring light shines on the earth, and everything is full of vitality, which constitutes a beautiful landscape. 7. Jiangnan in spring is beautiful, the wind is soft, the air is fresh and the sun is warm; Wheat seedlings in the field are like the sea, scattered villages are unsinkable boats, criss-crossing winding rivers, willow branches by the river spit out buds, and reeds are green as soon as they come out; The calm river wakes up from the simplicity of winter and is covered with the color of nature.
8. In February and March of spring, the light blew slightly, and it began to rain in Mao Mao inexplicably. Thousands of soft willows relaxed their yellow-green eyes, red, white and yellow flowers, green grass and green leaves were all in a hurry like people rushing to the market, forming a brilliant spring. Those little swallows, so cute, so cute, also flew from the south. 9. Looking forward to, looking forward to, (showing eager joy) The east wind is coming, and the pace of spring is coming soon.
10, the grass sneaked out of the land, green. The wind is quiet and the grass is soft.
Peach, apricot and pear trees are red as fire, pink as chardonnay and white as snow. (The corresponding colors of peaches, apricots and pears are red, pink and white) Flowers are sweet, and wild flowers are scattered in the grass like eyes, stars and winks.
1 1, spring is coming! You see, colorful flowers are blooming, awakening lovely grass, trees, birds, animals, insects and fish from the cold winter and bringing the earth back to life. Those wild flowers twinkle like little stars.
12, spring is coming! Look, the melting ice water woke up the stream. Ding Dong Ding Dong, like a magical singer of nature, is singing a crisp and sweet song, galloping forward ... 13, and the buds on the branches of Chinese fir are quite plump and tender, reflecting the bright sky. Do you think spring can be far behind? 14, Spring is a magician. Who is more magical and beautiful than her? She patted the face of the sky with her wand, and the sky suddenly smiled. The bright sunshine gilded the clouds. She touched Dashan's shoulder with her wand, and Dashan immediately opened his sleepy eyes, took off his gray winter clothes and put on bright clothes. She touched the earth's chest with her wand, and the flowers and plants quickly climbed out of the quilt and rose. Spring is coming! Spring songs are being sung everywhere.
15, spring has come, and every corner of the earth is full of the breath of spring. On campus, there are beautiful Lu elephants everywhere in spring.
Willow pulls out thin willow silk and embellishes it with yellowish leaves; The grass grew with the fragrance of the earth, and clusters of bright green flowers stretched themselves, yawned and leaned out their little heads; The children took off their heavy winter clothes and put on light and bright spring clothes; Birds fly out from home and sing beautiful songs, telling us that spring has come.
2. Imitation of spring grass, spring flowers and 300-word spring grass: Leaves quietly put on new clothes, golden and white, or fiery red.
Orchards, forests, look, a large area. Step on it, lie down, pick two pieces as bookmarks, take two pieces as souvenirs, walk a few steps and sweep a few piles of fallen leaves.
The wind is rustling and the leaves are rustling. Peach trees, pear trees and persimmon trees are full of fruits to catch.
The powder is Du Like rouge, yellow is like gold, and red is like a lantern. The air is full of attractive fruit fragrance; Close your eyes, your mouth seems to be full of sweet juice.
Under the tree, farmers' uncles were busy harvesting, and cheerful laughter spread to the horizon. Chrysanthemums also come to join in the fun: those in the field and the garden are big and petite, like an autumn date, which is full of fun.
Imitation of Spring Breeze: The painting "Falling Three Autumn Leaves" is good, like a big broom sweeping autumn leaves. The wind is full of the smell of golden wheat waves, mixed with the smell of sweat, and the fragrance of various fruits, which produces a special harvest movement.
These geese are going to fly to the south for the winter. They are arranged in herringbone in the sky for a while, and then in words, flying over mountains and rivers and water, so that everyone who is ready to go home can think about it. The open space in front of and behind the house is also full of golden grain stacks at this time.
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Write a composition according to the flowers in spring. A row of pear trees downstairs changed their bare appearance more than half a month ago. There are many buds and buds on the branches, which are densely dotted on the heads of technicians, waiting for sunny opportunities to show their beautiful faces.
The chill of spring is still ravaging the earth, and the buds and buds grow up bit by bit and seem to be cracking. In the infinite hope, the pace of spring is near. When I opened the window in the morning, the chilly wind finally weakened, and the sun hid behind the clouds, revealing half of my face.
A few eager pear blossoms smile at the sunshine with a hint of warmth. Between the big branches, there is a somewhat unique style.
At first glance, it looks like a white scarf hanging on a tree. There are countless flowers in full bloom, and the rest are mostly bracteoles, bulging and wrapped in layers. I always want to see the secret inside, whether it's flowers or leaves.
Those early blooms are swaying in the slight cold wind. They stood at the top of the tree, facing the sun and bathed in warm sunshine. Encouraged by the sound, several branches opened quietly in the sun, revealing a yellowish stamen with fine pollen on it, showing infinite beauty.
They became the most dazzling flowers on the whole pear tree. Small and round five petals and pale yellow stamens make up this small flower, which is simple and pure.
Without the elegance of peony and the freshness of lotus, pear flowers stand quietly by the wall, which is not very attractive. Only when the trees are covered with frost will there be a sound of admiration.
At night, a small wind blew, mixed with thin rain. It was cloudy and many flowers fell from the branches. Flowers lie quietly in the soil, and the rain hits their faces, but they are white without a trace of dust. In the afternoon, it was sunny, and I walked to the corner after school. I can't help but marvel that the sunny side is in full bloom and shining.
Those gaps have long been filled with flowers, dancing with the wind, showing people their beauty. But who ever knew that the thin spring rain gave them more nourishment and bloomed more brilliantly.
Large tracts of white, like white clouds, blocked the back of the house. Petals also shake from time to time in the wind, bringing a wisp of fragrance.
A few days later, a row of trees were in full bloom, forming a cloud that covered the front of the basement. Standing upstairs, you can see the huge marshmallows in front of you. It seems that people can jump on them.
Strolling under the tree, layers of flowers cover the blue sky. Small shoots also join in the fun. Under the sunlight, they become green and transparent, and clear lines can be seen.
White flowers and green leaves are mixed together, and the green leaves line the white flowers and run upward to grow. The white flowers that the green leaves desperately drilled out were a little high, and the pear flowers rose around it.
Occasionally, one or two sparrows stop at the treetops, their lithe figures jump, the branches shake, and the flowers cran their necks, trying to say hello to Xiaocao's brother! A gust of wind blew, and the petals fluttered and fell, dancing with the wind and flying straight to me. Walking forward against the petal rain, the petals are like a group of flying insects that have just come out of the hole, and they fly to the front like a whirlwind and fall to the ground in a rotation.
Pear petals on the ground are pale pink in white, like a little girl's cheek and a bride's long skirt, so people can't step on the petals. Walking slowly along the tree-lined path, listening to birds singing, smelling the fragrance of pear flowers, enjoying the green leaves, enjoying the gift of nature and feeling the beauty of spring flowers.
4. Paragraphs about spring grass (150 ~300 words) (1) emerge one after another. The pen of wind is dipped in the ink of water, and spring grass is engraved with its green characters on the land of spring. The snow in winter gradually disappears, and in the warm soil, grass seeds are absorbed by ideas. The interpretation of spring quietly arches out of the ground in its horizontal leaves and vertical stems.
The winter snow gradually disappeared, and in the wet mire, the grass seeds were absorbed in their thoughts. The interpretation of spring quietly arched out of the ground in her horizontal leaves and vertical stems.
(3) Or chapter, or article, or paragraph, or sentence, written all over the hillside, Yuan Ye, embankment, Shui Ze ravine, and even the walls and eaves of the farmhouse yard-Cao Chun is willful and most proud of his prose. No one can stop it from walking. The bird uses its voice-over in the air to explain it to the rushing clouds.
The chicken pecked open the eggshell first, and the duckling woke up with a start and opened his eyes to miss spring. They like to chase between paragraphs of spring grass. When you meet something you don't understand, peck and chew. The grass juice is delicious, sweet and sour. Chickens have nothing to do, so they stand on the shore and watch the charm of the wind pen. He jumped up and shouted, "This is amazing!" The duck plopped into the clear water, somersaulted and took a bath. "Look, this water has dyed my feathers green!" The wind pen is frequently dipped in ink and wash, and the blue waves begin to ripple, which makes a foolish goose look very happy and scream.
The cultivators walking along the river bank are impatient. The warm sun makes people crisp bones and muscles, and the heavy winter clothes are taken off, and a force grows out. He picked up the basket, plowed and raked the fields to open up his fields. The seeds of Tang poetry and Song poetry are not lonely in the warehouse. The eyes of the germ are like the crisp breasts of spring rain, like a baby eager for the mother's floating juice.
[6] Plough opened the field, broadcast a lyric poem of corn, sprinkled a paper of beans, and planted a sweet potato novel with branches and vines ... He will never let go of a large field. As for ridges, roadsides, hillsides and valleys, he will generously send them to Cao Chun to fill the gaps.
On one occasion, Cao Chun cherished every inch of land, drove away desolation and conquered barrenness, and used her green hand to compete with the plowman's hoe: whose article is more immortal! Sometimes the spring grass can't help being naughty and sneaking into the crops to make a scene, and the result is often found by serious farmers. A hoe came out: "What are you doing here? This is no place for you to rest. " The grass in spring grimaces and still takes root in the corner of the field.
Innocent and innocent, Cao Chun is indifferent to the luxury of the city, but she is willing to extend her steps to the boundless desert to find the fountain of life for hungry travelers.
On the endless thousands of miles of pasture, Cao Chun is more enthusiastic and expresses her green imagination vividly!
⑽ Spring grass is accompanied by it, but it can be released, and the ends of the earth are lingering. The article can be described as gorgeous, embroidered and exquisite.
(1 1) Cao Chun knows his mission. She never envied the farmers' bumper harvest, nor did she care whether the wildfire would burn all her manuscripts. When winter went and spring came, she just dipped in the thick ink of life and kept writing, writing and writing on the vast land like a manuscript!
Question:
1. What is the author's feeling for Cao Chun?
Combined with the context, understand the meaning of the second paragraph, "Interpretation of spring quietly arching out of the ground in her horizontal leaf and vertical stem"?
3. The object of the article is spring grass. What is the role of writing the image of the cultivator in the fifth part?
The last paragraph says that Cao Chun "never envied the farmers' bumper harvest, nor did she care whether the wildfire would burn all her manuscripts". What kind of quality does this reflect? Please imitate a sentence according to its sentence characteristics.
5. What rhetorical methods are mainly used in the article? Please give an example from the text.
6. Write two sentences describing the tenacious life of the grass.
5. Have you ever written the prose of Chuncao Chunhua? "The sky is raining, the autumn is crisp, but the grass color is far from close." Han Yu's "Early Spring is Zhang Eighteen Members of the Ministry of Water Affairs" has been unconvinced when he studied by himself. How can spring grass be green from a distance and looming from a close look? I didn't expect that I was lucky enough to see this rare early spring scene on campus! Composition Network home.sanwen8.cn
It was physical education class that day, and Mr. Chun had walked into our world with broken steps. The sun is surrounded by a beautiful ring of light, just like a ribbon hanging around it. Warm sunshine shines on the earth, and gentle spring breeze caresses the hills; The blooming willows are swaying in their beautiful posture, and the returning Southern Yan is dancing happily ... It's really "beautiful scenery like fairyland, singing and dancing like spring". ...
Suddenly, a green ocean came into my eyes. Suddenly, everything is gone, only that piece of green, that piece of flawless green, that piece of pure green in my mind, can squeeze out water and drop oil. Its light green leaves are condensed with dew, and under the sunlight, it is like several pearls rolling on the transparent jade. How can I describe this painting? The cool wind, the blue sky, the sunshine in Jin Shanshan, and the smell of a large piece of green grass attack people ...
The grass comes out of the ground, but it is faint, as hazy and beautiful as the hair of a newborn baby. "Green grass hangs in the shade of spring, and there are flowers and trees!"
This is the spring grass, hazy and clear.
This is spring grass, refreshing and pleasant.
This is the spring grass, vaguely full of hope.
6. Write an essay on the topic of spring in 300-400 words. Spring has arrived, everything is reviving and the weather is getting warmer.
Spring girl came to the earth and brought infinite vitality to the earth. The grass grew out of the ground, sprouting new buds and covering the earth with a new green dress. The willows by the lake also have long green hairs, which gently brush people's shoulders. On the branches, countless small buds also leaned out of their heads, as if inquiring about the information of spring.
In the distance, all kinds of bright flowers are in full bloom: red, yellow, orange, white, blue and purple ... making the green lawn more dazzling. Especially the beautiful pink peach blossoms, one after another, one after another. Laughing and blooming in the spring breeze. Peach blossom is not only beautiful, but also exudes a faint fragrance. They are all showing themselves heartily, as if to say, "Spring is coming, spring is coming!" " "At this time, the butterfly came and the bees came. They dance, play and collect honey from flowers. They are very busy.
In the sky, a flock of swallows are flying happily. They landed on the branches for a while, and then flew to the telephone pole over there. How cute!
The clear lake reflects the blue sky, white clouds, willows, grass and flowers. It's beautiful! A breeze blowing, fresh breath, intoxicating fragrance, let me relaxed and happy!
I was intoxicated by the beautiful scenery, but I still reluctantly left this charming place-Yuexiu Park.
Ah, the scenery in spring is really charming! I love this beautiful spring!
7. Write a composition of not less than 600 words on the topic "Another year of spring grass is green".
It is another year of spring grass green, and it is still ten miles of apricot blossom red.
Spring grass is green, apricot flowers have never been seen, but magnolia has smiled brightly. So I feel spring, I see willow branches with green shoots, and I feel the cold spring breeze blowing on my face. I know I can sing two more poems, because spring is really coming again.
I wasn't born in Hangzhou, and I haven't been to Xizi Lake, so I didn't have a chance to feel why Xiao Chun, Su Causeway has become one of the ten scenic spots in the West Lake. However, I think it is nothing more than new weeping willows and tourists stroking the embankment! Compared with this, our spring dawn also has a special flavor. If I had the handwriting of two painters who painted the Ten Scenes of the West Lake in the Song Dynasty, I would definitely paint the spring dawn on campus, which might become one of the Ten Scenes of Quancheng. Unfortunately, there is nothing I can do. I can only talk about my intuitive feelings about spring.
I feel a little special about willows, especially the weeping willows in early spring, which always make me feel particularly comfortable and full of spring. So when I looked up and saw the striking green, my eyes shook and my heart relaxed; I saw green under the willow tree, and this time it brushed my head. I can't help looking back.
I felt a little slow about flowers, and I found the magnolia in the spring branch after being reminded by others. Flowers are the messengers of spring, and I no longer doubt that the real spring has finally arrived.
In spring, there is a cold spring breeze, a sky with light white clouds, a bright green eye and hope. Swallows flying in the north bring hope, and the warm wind of grass and red flowers also brings hope. Spring has become a favorite season for most people, and the hope it brings is certainly one of the reasons, right?
I can't bear to step on the green lawn again. I wandered on the stone road in the garden, looking for spring. I sit at the window of the classroom and watch the spring. Spring is coming, everywhere.
It's another year of spring grass, and I have forgotten the way home.
There is only one article, but it is absolutely good!
8. The composition describing the spring flowers is 300 words on the first day. Among many flowers and plants, I like winter jasmine best.
Winter jasmine is a humble flower among many flowers and plants, but I just like it. This is because it not only has tenacious life, but also has lofty quality.
His appearance is extremely ordinary, not as gorgeous as daffodils and azaleas, but as fragrant as them. It is just an ordinary plant. Generally it looks like a weed, but I don't think so.
The thick neck of winter jasmine is covered with green leaves, which are as big as fingernails and evergreen all year round. In spring, it quickly grows thin stems, and its neck is covered with flowers and bones, which is very beautiful. Its greatest advantage is its strong vitality.
Once I went to menstruation's house, I saw that the potted flower miraculously survived for more than a week without watering. This incident gave me a feeling of great admiration for it.
The leaves of Jasminum nudiflorum constantly undergo photosynthesis. Make contributions to mankind.
It doesn't take anything from people, and it doesn't show off its advantages, so I love winter jasmine more than its obscure noble quality.
9. The title of the author of Cao Chun's composition is Cao Chun >; ; It's about people, 500 words. It's a composition. How different Jinan and Qingdao are! If a man is compared to an old gentleman wearing a big sleeve jacket, he should be a modern girl.
But there are similarities between the two places. Take the climate as an example. Jinan is hot in summer, and Qingdao is a famous summer resort. In winter, Jinan is also colder than Qingdao.
However, spring and autumn in the two places are quite similar. It is windy from Jinan to spring, and so is Qingdao. Autumn in Jinan is long and sunny, and so is Qingdao.
For autumn, I don't know where love is: autumn in Jinan is on the mountain, and autumn in Qingdao is on the seaside. Jinan is located on a hill. In autumn, the yellow-green grass, green pine trees and brown stone layers on the mountain seem to put on a colorful dress for the hill, and with the warm blue sky, I feel a sense of comfort and security. I just want to lie on the hillside like sleeping and lie down forever.
The mountains in Qingdao-though strange and beautiful-cannot compete with the sea. The waves in the autumn sea are still as green as spring, and the green is crystal clear. The white sails in the distance are rippling gently on the blue waves, and the islands that are usually invisible are clearly located on the horizon. The green water far away makes me unwilling to think and have to think.
Autumn in Jinan gives me a sense of security, and autumn in Qingdao gives me a little sweetness. I don't know which to love.
The so-called spring breeze seems to be gentle, gently kissing the willow branches, slightly wrinkling the water, secretly conveying the fragrance of flowers, and gently lifting the feathers of birds sympathetically. However, the spring breeze in Jinan and Qingdao is too turbulent and fierce, which ruined the spring in both places.
The wind in Jinan often blows the sky yellow when the lilac begonia is in full bloom, and nothing can be seen, even the flowers are buried in the yellow; The wind in Qingdao is not so sandy, but it is very cunning. In the already warm season, a cold wind suddenly struck and sent everything back to winter. Cotton-padded clothes dare not take off, flowers dare not open, and waves turn on the beach. The wind in these two places sometimes blows all day and all night.
The spring breeze brings geese, which makes people look more hopeful. A night of strong wind, the door rang and the window moved, making people bury their heads in the quilt heroically; Even if it is harmless, it seems that it should not be.
For me, I feel particularly embarrassed. I was born in the north. I am used to the wind, but I am also most afraid of it.
I am used to listening, because I didn't know the pain until I got used to listening. It always makes me fidget, fidget, and doing nothing or doing nothing is not good.
It often interrupts my hope: when I hear the wind, I think of going out, feel cold and feel dark. Spring seems to be full of vitality and flowers, and such a strong wind is almost unforgivable! I am not a fragile person, although I am not very strong.
I can bear hardships, but I can't stand the wind. The suffering of other plants is more or less in one place, more or less for a reason, and more or less can be reduced; There is nothing you can do about the wind.
Always not in one place, it gives me concussion everywhere, like a ship on a rough sea. Let me say why it hurts, and I can't avoid it.
It blows freely, and I die in pain. I can't reason or quarrel with the wind.
It's windy in spring alone! But who should I reason with? There should be no such unpopular wind in Suzhou and Hangzhou in spring, right? I can't know, but I hope so Good to have a "shelter" place.