Can wind energy understand lingering rain?

A woman with a yellow scroll in her hand, dressed wearily and lazily, leaned against the windowsill of the west building. As if I could hear the drizzle in front of the steps and the lonely geese singing in the sky; It seems that you can see the autumn leaves of the phoenix tree, and the lights are dim.

Drinking a cup of thin wine that I miss alone, with the smoke from the animal-shaped incense burner curling up, my thoughts boarded the boat of that poem and sailed to the distance of acacia, singing the drunken shadows in the distance, getting drunk with my old friends and playing beautiful seagulls.

Youth, like running water, glides quietly through the brow.

A poetess who is no longer young is like a bluebird. In the face of bloody dusk, she shook her wings that seemed to be vigorous, shook off the last colorful sunset glow, held back the tears that were about to fall, and quietly hid in the boundless dusk.

Oh! Looking back suddenly, the laughter of crossing the river in the depths of the lotus root, a unique lotus flower with beautiful charm and a unique porch pavilion have been like smoke and fog, like a dream. Elegance is as beautiful and intelligent as ice and snow. In the early morning after the rain and wind gather, she lightly blames the shutter man, telling the story of green, fat, red and thin. The painted face meets the baptism of natural wind and rain, and the beauty brings the vicissitudes of life. So, how can Haitang stand the erosion of wind and rain? How can beauty stand the cycle of time?

What falls on the ground is the cry of rain, the obscurity of rain and the hope of rain. Do you know about wind energy?

Bitter attachment, silence and loneliness!

Home and country, broken and painful.

Who is close at hand and who is at the end of the world?

Who is in the brow, who is in the heart?

Who is whose fate? Who was robbed by who?

Who is whose other shore? Who is the only one for whom?

This great strange girl!

Poetry is sweet spring, and the word is osmanthus. As long as you gently hold a handful of water and pick up a fallen flower, you can brew a pot of fragrant green tea.

Her words are more like small flowers blooming alone in late autumn, quietly releasing pure sadness. You should accompany her, she is as sad and sentimental as a mimosa, singing a sad lament on this rainy night.

Ah, that's a poem that condensed the silhouette and sadness of her life.

The stars outside the window are silent, perhaps listening attentively to the sound of the night? The winding vines of kudzu vine may also hide the proverbs of the season and bloom all the way in the wind.

It's windy At the foot of the distant Nanshan Mountain, the peach blossom garden, where bamboo forests are swaying and grass is spinning and kudzu is pitching, should be shrouded in silence?

Wind, understood as a pronoun altar graceful and restrained. ...

That yellow flower is thin and Li Qingzhao.

The spring rain in my heart

Class seven (7) Fan Meiqiao

After the cold snap, the snow stopped falling. When Yao Tao refused to dress herself up with colorful flowers, and before the chirping blackbirds could announce the arrival of spring, the spring rain came quietly.

Spring rain awakens the sleeping earth and plays cheerful notes. Come, come, take a step, a music notation; Take a step, a warm current; Take a step, a picture; Take a step and be poetic.

"Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. Sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently. " How timely this spring rain came, it fell into the soil silently, infiltrated the plants and injected fresh life into them. Chunyu knows that the earth needs her and everything needs her. When the earth is covered with green, the willows are covered with green clothes, and the spring breeze blows. It holds its proud head high, faces the vast blue sky and welcomes the joy of spring. All kinds of flowers compete with each other and are very lively. "I want apricot flowers to get wet and my face is not cold." When spring is occupied by endless beauty, we should sincerely thank Chunyu, for her selfless dedication, for her dedication without seeking fame and fortune, and for bringing us hope, harvest and joy. No wonder some people say "the rain is crisp".

In fact, in our life, parents and teachers who work day and night for our life and study are the spring rain that moistens our lives, and we should love them forever. Because under their care, we grow up healthily and happily. Ah! Thank you, Chunyu, thank you, our parents and teachers.

(Instructor: Lu Huating)

snow

Class 8 (2) Zhu Yixian

The weather was fine just now, and it soon snowed heavily. The next day, I opened the door and looked, wow! What a heavy snow! I can't help thinking of a folk proverb "Snow will bring good harvest". The snow on the tree is like a fairy's scarf. A gust of wind blows and the fairy sister throws the scarf to the ground.

On the school playground, it looks like a huge carpet. I stepped on it gently, gurgling, leaving two lines of winding footprints behind me. Look at that tree, the willow tree covered with leaves, covered with fluffy and shiny silver bars, evergreen pines and cypresses in winter and summer, and stuffed with fluffy and heavy snowballs.

It snows again. Look! The snow is getting heavier and heavier. It was just a grain of snow, but now it has turned into countless pears. Standing on the playground, we couldn't help picking up a little snow and tasting it, saying it was like sugar, but it was not sweet at all. It is like salt, but it is not salty at all. Amid the cheers of the students, the snow was overwhelming.

I like snow and its beauty.

I like snow and its loveliness.

When the sun comes out, the snow will turn into tears and flash by me. At that time, the snow will turn into a pool of spring water, but the snow has no regret of leaving. It also irrigates and nourishes the land with its own soul and another life in exchange for a bumper harvest.

I like snow and its vastness.

I like snow and its purity.

(Instructor: Zhou Yue)

Spring in my heart

Class 8 (6) Hu Jing

As the saying goes: "A day's plan lies in the morning, and a year's plan lies in the spring." Spring is in my heart, just like the rising sun, full of energy and vitality.

If the four seasons of a year are compared to teenagers, youths, middle-aged people and twilight years, spring must be a teenager. When we were teenagers, we were always positive and energetic. Everything we learn is so easy and everything we do is so smooth. Ha! Just like spring.

Grass is the representative of spring: "Wildfire never consumes them, but they grow taller in the spring breeze." It represents a kind of vitality, as tenacious and vigorous as spring. They don't need beautiful flowers to decorate, they just need a piece of soil, just a small piece. It can make your eyes greener; Make the air fresh. What else is there? Did you see the children flying kites on the grass? It can also make us happier, can't it?

Rain, another representative of spring: "sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently." It represents a kind of selflessness, which belongs to spring selflessness. They never complain, and whenever they fall, they nourish them with their lives. They are like smoke, like fog, like yarn ... they are also real and illusory, weaving beautiful pictures and telling the news of spring. What a selfless spring rain, what a great spring rain!

Flowers are also representatives of spring: "Flowers are more and more charming, and shallow grass can be without horseshoes." It represents a kind of beauty, the beauty of bloom in spring. They are also weaving, weaving one beautiful dream after another. Peach blossom, pear blossom, apricot blossom … and all kinds of unknown wild flowers: pink, yellow, white, blue and purple … What colorful colors and beautiful dreams!

Green grass, misty spring rain and beautiful flowers are just some of the many representatives of spring, but their performances are outstanding. They not only represent the vitality, selflessness and beauty of spring, but also represent the spring in my heart.

(Instructor: Huang)

Four seasons in my hometown

Xu Siqi, Class 8 (5)

Spring, summer, autumn and winter, the stars run, and the four seasons rotate like this. In the warmth of spring, summer, autumn and winter, we have many beautiful and sincere feelings. I like the four seasons in my hometown. The four seasons in my hometown are so beautiful

It's spring, and everything looks like I just woke up with my eyes wide open. Trees and grass in my hometown have sprouted, streams are rushing, birds are chirping, butterflies are performing beautiful dances in the sky like elves, and bees are coming to collect honey in an endless stream. The little frog woke up and croaked incessantly, as if to say, "Great, great, spring is coming."

Ran Ran, the scorching sun was in the sky, the sun rose, and Grandfather Sun baked the earth soft, then he knew that summer was coming. The golden cicada on the willow tree in the park will soon make a "squeaky" sound, like a piano playing a beautiful tune. You see, everyone loves lotus flowers, pink, milky and full of ponds. How beautiful! I can't help but think of two ancient poems: "Xiao He just showed his horns, and the dragonfly had already stood on his head."

Hey, why is the rice in the field yellow? Oh, it turns out that autumn has come, and the mysterious goddess of autumn has come to earth, paving a golden road for the earth. All kinds of fruits in the orchard are ripe, and people are busy harvesting! Chrysanthemums also bloom in autumn, giving off a strong fragrance. Although the flowers blooming on both sides of the road are not as beautiful as those in the garden, they have also made silent contributions to people.

Winter finally arrived eagerly in the howling north wind. Although the weather is very cold, it will be very lively when it snows. After the snow, the outside world changed and became a beautiful white world. It's like the Crystal Palace in fairy tales, so beautiful! At this time, each of us is having a snowball fight and making a snowman in the snow. It is really warm!

I like the four seasons in my hometown. I like its warmth, liveliness, brightness and clarity. Let me miss it and fascinate me. My hometown is really beautiful!

There is only one sentence in a thousand words: I love you-the four seasons in my hometown!

(Instructor: Zeng)

well-off

Chen Xia of Class 9 (4)

On this busy day, I look forward to hearing the rain again. Perhaps, the coolness of rain drops into my dream, and it will quietly sprout a piece of green.

When I made up my mind to see the rain, all my dreams were scattered in the rain like magic, and I seemed to hear the rain ticking.

Rain, like smoke and fog, has left a dreamy water curtain in the distant world. But even if I open my eyes and stare at the rain again, I can't see the rain clearly. Rain is always hazy and vague, but perhaps this is the charm that I miss so much-the charming rain has given me the same charming beauty.

The green leaves are swaying in the rain and seem to smile shyly at me. The transparent vein of rain seems to condense my thoughts and splash on the glass window, as if to show me my inner tremor, reflected luster and as if to reflect my desire.

"Petals" splashed on my hands and landed in my heart, like full seeds scattered in the soft soil I missed.

I was deeply moved by the sound of rain, as if the filaments she brought had been deeply surrounded in my heart, reminding me of the scene when I was walking in the forest in the rain and the falling maple leaves were like red rain.

In this boundless rain, I whisper to the rain, soul mate. ...

The rain caught me and my heart. In the confusing rain net, I seem to see clearly what the rain looks like, and at the same time I know how the rain expresses my emotional world-the drizzle expresses "lingering"; Strings of raindrops fall like raindrops, expressing "sadness"; The downpour expressed "madness" ...

The rain has not decreased a little, but has become more violent. How thick the clouds are, how deep the sky is, and endless filaments are weaving and weaving. ...

The rain gradually stopped, the clouds dispersed, the sun exposed half of his face, and the residual beads on the leaves shone like colorful stars against the rainbow. -this may be the refreshing picture that the rain gave me!

After the rain, my mind seems to have been washed more cleanly. Under this stormy rainbow, I pondered repeatedly and greedily breathed the fragrant air, just like tasting the rain.

This is what rain gave me!

(Instructor: Wan)

Chunzan

Chen Sining, Class 8 (9)

If winter comes, can spring be far behind?

The winter snow faded, and spring began to cultivate the world and sow the seeds of hope. The messenger of spring quickly told each other: "Spring is coming! Spring is coming! "

The quiet and barren land seems to become crowded and lively overnight. The gentle spring breeze blew, which first awakened the dead branches of willow trees. As a result, bright leaf buds arched on the iron-blue branches. They lay naughtily on the branches, waiting for the rain and dew of the spring girl to kiss their little heads. The spring breeze also brings sunshine to sympathize with the stream, which dances and makes a cheerful sound on the water. It turned out that the stream broke the shackles of winter. The stream gurgled, and only ice could be seen spinning in the distance. The duckling of "Spring River Plumbing Duck Prophet" pecked open the eggshell and stumbled to the pond. As soon as the little yellow spider touched the water, she cried excitedly, "Sip, Sip", and plunged into the water like a tiger pouncing on food, only showing her tail and making a "glug" sound of drinking water. Grass also emerged from the soil, revealing only sharp buds, which were scattered everywhere in twos and threes.

After a few days, the rain began to trickle down, and the drizzle floated on my face, cool, gentle and fresh. The misty rain also makes the world hazy, looming, like a real illusion, like a landscape painting. Look at the willows again. Leaves like "green eyes" have already emerged from the green branches and danced lightly in the rain, just like "the willow line was only half dyed when it was light yellow". Xiaohua Miao blushed and took a cold bite of Xiaolei. The fish also came to entertain and vomited a circle of light bubbles in the sparkling pond. When they staggered out of the water, there was a splash. Listen carefully, and you can hear the delicate and quiet bird singing. This is mother bird singing a happy song. At this time, you can see a swallow skimming the branches at a glance, and the insects are moving and singing: "rustling, rustling". Listen carefully, the earthworm is turning over the soft spring mud, which has a special muddy smell!

After the rain cleared, the air became particularly fresh and bright, and winter was really washed away by the rain. Many sparkling pearls were added to the branches, and even a tender branch was crushed by chubby beads full of water drops. As soon as the branch let go, the fat doll jumped into the bud, which really scared her! Ah, Bud blushed, and poof-poof, his little face turned into a painted face. As a result, the flowers that perceive spring bloom and stand sideways, with diverse resources and rich aroma, occupying the spring customs. "A stream of spring water surrounds the flower body, and the flower shadow is enchanting and full of spring." The petals are stretched to the maximum extent, so that the face of the spring breeze is covered with protrusions. The endless fields are full of dense rape flowers, and the hope of golden spring shines in the sun. What a prosperous and splendid spring! Birds in the south have already seized territory and hid their warm nests in the depths of leaves. The late butterfly also came out, showing off her delicate wings in the air. Tired of playing, she reluctantly rested on the petals for a while. She doesn't remember the intoxicating wheat straw, but she loves flying all over the sky and exploring the footprints of spring.

Spring is coming. While savoring, feeling and praising spring, please sow spring quickly. Hope, from spring!

(Instructor: Zhang Kaihong)

Yusi

Class 9 (5)

It is another year of spring grass, and the falling spring rain weaves heaven and earth together like silk. Can you knit my mother's heart with mine? I'm just daydreaming and feeling deeply sad.

Looking at the morning glory dripping with raindrops in front of the window, I can't help feeling sad. Morning glory is four years old. She was planted in the year when my mother left me to work in other places. It is also such a rainy day with rain in Mao Mao. My mother said, "This morning glory can accompany you when I am away." Little by little paved the way for my mother to leave. When the train sounded a loud flute, it seemed to drown out my other voices. The next continuous rain is tears in my heart, but I can feel two connected hearts, because rain is the messenger between us. On the way back, many people are enjoying the rain leisurely, with smiles on their faces, but there is already a storm in their hearts, which is overwhelming. I don't remember how I walked home reluctantly. I want to cry, but I just think rain is enough. Depressed and painful, I don't know where to diarrhea.

Now, the morning glory in front of the window has grown up. But my mother still works alone in the field. With the pain of separation between mother and daughter, I have seen such a picture in my mind countless times. A mother with a slight frost on her temples dragged her tired body to the dormitory after work. The old man carved wrinkles on her forehead, white hair and children's debts, and deep lines of years. It's still raining endlessly outside, and rainy weather brings people melancholy. Rain, like a messenger, conveys an emotion and creates a sad atmosphere, but I am always sad silently on such a rainy day.

Rain has always been sent by many literati at home and abroad, saying, "It is drizzling in Wu Tong, and at dusk, bit by bit. How can you get a word of sorrow this time?" "Free flying flowers are as light as dreams, and endless silk rain is as fine as sorrow." "The dream on the roof is five minutes, and the flower bottom is rainy in March." Li Qingzhao, Qin Guan and Yan Shu are all worried about rain. Now, I am no exception. I once dreamed of being in a beautiful town in the south of the Yangtze River, enjoying the mood of "water town wine flag wind" in the continuous drizzle, but the rain brought me only sadness, and watching the rain was the color of sadness; Listening to the rain is the sound of sadness; Smelling the rain is the smell of sadness. The hazy sound of rain brings me deep meditation, affection and yearning. The night is getting dark.

The dense night soaked the purple window lattice, a rainy night. The dream seems to smell the faint fragrance of morning glory again. A dream is like a quiet and gentle wave. Mom, the lost rain is tears in my eyes! You walked into my dream again, still that amiable face.

A drop of rain drops down again, bringing out my endless memories, endless thoughts and faint sadness.

(Instructor: Zhan)

hoist a flag

Class 7 (10) Zhan Min.

Whenever I recall that the national flag ushered in the first light on a day when mountains and rivers are majestic and the sea is boundless, I am extremely excited and proud.

On Monday morning, the sun just smiled, and there was no cloud over the campus in Wan Li. The breeze blows gently, and every flower on campus is smiling, red as fire and white as snow, which is beautiful. Young pioneers in neat school uniforms stood neatly on the playground waiting for the flag to be raised.

The flag-raising ceremony began. Flag-raisers and flag-guards both grasped the corner of the national flag and strode to the flagpole. Then the flag-raiser carefully tied the national flag on the rope. With the national anthem and sunrise, the five-star red flag Ran Ran rises. Young Pioneers lined up neatly, stood under the great and sacred national flag, held their hands above their heads and saluted the red and sacred national flags! Salute! I stared at the national flag and saw it fluttering in the wind, flying in the blue sky and white clouds, like a flame, reflecting the red soil.

In the loud national anthem, the flag-raising ceremony ended. The national anthem that resounded through the campus lingered in my ears for a long time, and the five-star red flag fluttering in the wind was deeply engraved in my heart.

(Instructor: Li Yongtao)

This promise will not be forgotten.

Xia Hui, Class 7 (8)

Commitment and eternity

The hot sun can melt the snow, and the running water can polish the rocks. Time flies, always take away many memories, but the promise in the memory-"I will try my best to do it!" " "However, it always stirs up a thousand waves and ten thousand waves like flint in the sea, which makes me dare not slack off on the way forward.

Tears and joy

This semester, an English tutor came to our class. She is as short and delicate as us, just like her name-"Cao Yang". She is sunny, passionate and unrestrained.

Teacher Cao has been here for more than a week, and some of our left-behind students are going to visit her home this Saturday. Their house is small, but clean and tidy. In the living room, we were surrounded by Miss Cao. She told us her past, her university, her parents and her present situation without reservation ... As she spoke, the teacher shed tears and caught us off guard. Later, we handed the paper towel to Teacher Cao and moved the stool closer to the teacher. Maybe Miss Cao misses her mother as much as we do. Maybe she lived alone and kept her heart shut for too long.

There is no boundary between teachers and students, because there is joy in those tears!

Mistake and preciousness

Today is Sunday, and there is no one else here. I packed my English homework and ran to Teacher Cao's house. Teacher Cao told me exercises and pointed out many mistakes. Our exercise books are all mixed up. Speaking of the word "will", Teacher Cao wrote a sentence in his notebook: "I will try my best to do it!"

Then Teacher Cao said: "This English sentence means' I will try my best to do well', such as' I will try my best to learn English well', understand?"

I replied smoothly: "Good! I will try my best to learn English well! "

"If you keep your word, your English will definitely exceed 1 10 in the future!"

"hmm? ..... oh! "

Unexpectedly, a casual remark became my promise to Mr. Cao.

An unsent gift

"My God!" Teacher Cao is injured. After visiting Mr. Cao, the students decided to prepare a small gift for themselves. I decided to embroider a cross stitch myself. Some people say that the teacher's injury has not healed, and I will go to Jiangsu's parents to say goodbye in two days, so I quickly embroidered cross stitch. Week after week, my embroidery progress has been slow unconsciously, because we seem to feel that Mr. Cao left without saying goodbye!

Teacher Cao is an emotional person. Maybe she didn't want to see the parting scene, maybe she was afraid that we would be too sad, maybe she didn't want to cause too much trouble, so she chose this way of parting.

There are still beautifully packaged small gifts on the students' desks, and my "cross stitch" is still going on. I will learn English well and always remember and fulfill my promise to Mr Cao.

"I will try my best to do it!" This is my promise to Mr. Cao and my unshirkable responsibility.

(Instructor: Wang Jinzhi)

Please ask the parents.

Eight (3) Banzhuang Yali

I passed the mid-term exam, but somehow my grades plummeted this semester, from a dozen to more than 30. The teacher asked me to invite my parents. When I got home at noon, I carefully told my mother about it. After lunch, my mother and I came to school. She walked into the teacher's office. I came to the classroom and spent four classes in the afternoon trembling. After school, I packed my schoolbag, but I was afraid to go home, see my mother, listen to her harsh lessons, and even look at her disappointed eyes and frown.

On the way home, I walked slowly, my legs were as heavy as lead, and I walked so heavy step by step. When I think of my parents' love for me on weekdays, I feel guilty ... I look forward to it, and I don't know how to tell my mother when I get home.

Unconsciously, I have reached the door and stood in front of it. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. In my mind, I can see how my mother scolded me severely. I feel horrible. But on second thought, I have to face it sooner or later. Why don't we go in and forget it? Isn't it just a scolding and a beating? You can't die if you bite your teeth. Just go there.

Pushing open the door, my mother is cooking in the kitchen, and the fragrance wafts from there. I dare not face her. I slipped into the study, came to the desk, opened my books and prepared to do my homework. But I am restless, my heart can't calm down, my hand with a pen is weak, and my nerves are tense. Listening to the rhythmic cooking and familiar footsteps outside, I wait quietly, waiting, and there seems to be a feeling of fate.

It was the soft footsteps that quietly opened the door-my mother came in, her face neither smiling nor wrinkled. She just looked tired and calm, and let me eat. I dawdled and sat down at the table, feeling uneasy. Although the food is delicious as usual, I can't bear to eat it.

Maybe, she is going to talk to me after dinner! I comfort myself like this.

However, she didn't do it.

Perhaps, she is going to ask me about my recent study after I finish my homework! I comforted myself again.

However, my mother still hasn't done so.

I am confused, uneasy and scared. Looking at my mother reading the newspaper beside me, she looked so haggard and old under the light. The wrinkles on her forehead are thin and dense, forming a net, and sometimes it seems to be writing her 40-year history, like a difficult text. I can't write any more: "Mom, what did the teacher say when he invited you to school today?" My voice is so low that I can hardly hear my own voice. I hung my head very low. For a long time, my mother put down the newspaper and said calmly, "Well! The teacher said that your grades have dropped, so you should work hard. " At this time, my heart calmed down a lot. I said to my mother stiffly: I must study hard and try to catch up with my grades in the future. I picked up my pen again and continued to do my homework.

On a starry night, I thought a lot.

(Instructor: Wang Dongsheng)

Grow up in the exam

Class 9 (6) Li Mengyang

"Examination", a means to check the learning effect in a certain period of time, has caused quite a controversy on campus. Excellent students are proud of this, and poor students are trapped by exams. But we all grew up in exams.

From "quack doctor" to becoming a middle school student, I have gone through countless exams: quizzes, senior high school entrance exams, final exams, placement exams ... Among them, there are both joy and regret, from which my understanding of "exam" is getting deeper and deeper.

I took the exam when I was three years old. At that time, I just thought it was fun, and thought that "×" and "√" were the same symbol and could be saved.

At the age of 5, the students who got "√" in the exam had little red flowers, and the students who got "×" only shed tears. I realized that "x" and "√" are obviously different.

In the first grade of primary school, I have a special feeling for exams. Often crazy about "√" and sighing about "×".

By the third day, everyone began to do their homework seriously, and "diaosi" became the goal of competition among the students, and everyone was struggling for the "diaosi" in the exam. At this time, the exam is like a teacher, reminding us to preview and review our lessons in time.

In the fifth grade, the exam became a street rat that everyone hated. Because of the pride of "√", the number of "×" suddenly increased, which made his position in grade fall like a free fall. And the constant arrival of "X" made me fall into sadness.

(Instructor: Sun Wei)