In winter, there is heavy snow and strong wind. When everything is dying, something stands in the snow. It is thin, but it reveals an admirable perseverance. The bright white and bright red of the stars are in sharp contrast, so people can recognize them at a glance. This is May.
There is a plum blossom downstairs, as red as fireworks, as red as scorching sun, as red as Chardonnay, with different shapes and fragrant smell. Their branches are staggered in the snow. When the cold wind blows, it tilts, leaves fall and flowers break, but it is still proud of the wind.
When everything grows, it is silent; When a hundred flowers blossom, it endures the cold winter. Accustomed to the high posture, it resisted the blow of Leng Xue. Even if you drive in an alley, a factory or a trash can, you have no regrets and adapt silently, showing the spirit of courage and fearlessness. This tenacity has shocked countless people and reminded me of the old man on the street corner.
The old man is 67 years old and runs an old restaurant. His hands have been weather-beaten for many years, and there are many calluses in the palm of his hand, which feels like a hill, constantly ups and downs. His face also left traces of years, and the wrinkles around his eyes were different in depth and criss-crossed. Maybe he is old, short, inflexible, a little wobbly, and sometimes needs help. The old man lost his father when he was young, and his mother ran away from home under the pressure of life. He takes care of his two-year-old brother alone. Although the pressure is great, he never complains. It is his perseverance that has supported him up to now and fulfilled his dream.
"The blade comes from sharpening, and the plum blossom fragrance comes from bitter cold." Whether it's the red plum standing proudly in the storm or the simple and tenacious old man, I have learned from them. I have difficulties from time to time. As long as I persist and work hard, I can realize my value.
I praise the roadside lamp, because it illuminates the road ahead for us, never shows off, is unknown, and always lets us find the way forward.
Street lamps always wear a hat on a round face, and the light emitted is divided into two categories, one is white and the other is golden yellow. Its body is tall and thin, standing proudly on the side of the road. If we don't pay attention to it, we won't find it, and it never hates standing there alone. If there are no roadside lights, when night falls, the road is dark, and the passing vehicles can't pass normally, which is prone to accidents. When the sun rises, it silently takes back its light, and few people will notice when it leaves work. It is always unknown, selfless, and asks for nothing in return.
When we see the lights on the roadside, we will think of the farmers' uncles, who work in the dark from morning till night. If there were no farmers' uncles, we wouldn't have enough fresh vegetables. When I saw the lights on the roadside, we thought of our teacher. When the morning star came on, he was still helping us to correct our homework. Teachers come to school early every day and are busy preparing the courses to be taught on the new day. Without teachers, we wouldn't have more knowledge. When I see the roadside lights, I think of the workers. Workers come to the workshop every day while we are still asleep and start a busy day's work. They sweated in the hot sun and kept fighting in the cold wind. If there were no workers, there would be no high-rise buildings ... whether farmers, teachers or workers, they all contributed silently like roadside lights, not showing off themselves, so unpretentious and so hard.
I praise the roadside lamp, because it has the spirit of unpretentious, silent dedication and no return. We should learn its spirit!
The excellent composition of borrowing things to describe people 3 Zhuge Liang, the word, is called "Mr. Wolong" At that time, he was famous all over the world, and there were clouds in the Three Kingdoms.
Taking "Wolong, Feng Chu, two people get one, and they can live in peace" as an example, we can see that his cleverness is profound. Speaking of Kong Ming, the whole world feels sorry for him. I collected two rivers, lined up eight times, caught six out of seven, and lit forty-nine lamps in front of Zhang Wu, only thinking about three things. Take West Shu, gather South Yi, and refuse East and North. In China's military records, Jin Mu's Tuge divination has been changed, and water can be attacked by fire. Kong Ming lived an aboveboard life, being loyal, filial and righteous. It can really be said that he did his best and died. At that time, Liu Bei was defeated and said to Kong Ming, "If my son is not virtuous, the Prime Minister can take his place." However, Kong Ming did not do this, but dutifully assisted his son, and only paid for the kindness of three considerations in his life. "The third call aggravated his state affairs, and he gave his sincerity to two generations. But before he conquered, he died, and since then the heroes have been crying on their coats. " Judging from the ancient people's evaluation of Kongming, it can be said that all the achievements of Kongming's life have been written. When Shu and Wu fought Wei in Chibi, Zhou Yu knew that he was his enemy and wanted to kill him. Kong Ming wisely saw through this and went to Zhao Yun to see him off, leaving General Wu to look at the ocean and sigh. After hearing this, Zhou Yu said, "This man is as good as a god. I can't compare with him." Not only wrote Zhou Yu's admiration for Kongming, but also wrote Kongming's wisdom different from ordinary people. Here, I dare say, "Without Kong Ming, Shu would have ceased to exist. If Sun Quan or Cao Cao had Kong Ming, China would have been unified long ago! " Boiling wine is a hero, and this hero belongs to Kong Ming. Orthodoxy will be handed down from generation to generation. Don't divide success into three parts. The divided three countries are bound by his greatness, and the eight fortresses are built on his reputation. Next to the changing river, it stands like a stone, because his sorrow is divided into three parts.
Excellent composition of metaphor by things 4. Some people like flowers, they like the beauty of flowers; Some people like willow, like the graceful willow; Although I like flowers and willows, I prefer green and slim bamboo.
Bamboo has its unique charm, although it is not as beautiful as a flower or as elegant as a willow. It is full of the green of life, and it always gives people a pleasing green and vibrant scene all year round; It is slender and graceful, noble and elegant. In the gentle breeze, it dances like a girl, gently dances, and shakes its head like a green elf.
I like bamboo, not only because it is full of treasures, but also because it has qualities that I never ask for except selfless dedication. It silently contributes everything to mankind: tender bamboo shoots are used to make all kinds of delicious food, green bamboo leaves are not only delicious for giant pandas, but also good materials for people to make fans, and bamboo skins are cut into bamboo strips to weave all kinds of durable bamboo utensils and exquisite and unique handicrafts.
I was moved by the selfless dedication of bamboo, and I couldn't help thinking of many builders who dedicated themselves to the motherland like bamboo. They worked hard and made selfless contributions to the motherland and people. Like bamboo, they have perseverance.
I like bamboo, because whether it encounters strong wind or heavy rain, it is still hot in winter, whether it grows on the flat ground or in the mountains ... its weather-beaten thin body remains unchanged, standing proudly in the snow and indomitable. Zheng Banqiao poet once praised bamboo with a poem: "It's as hard as a rock ...".
Ah! What amazing bamboo! I like bamboo and its simplicity; Like its selfless quality; I like its indomitable spirit. I hope everyone can have the same spirit, quality and spirit as bamboo in life.
Although there are no delicate flowers or graceful willows, green bamboo has its own unique charm. It is full of the green of life.
All the year round always gives people a pleasing green, a vibrant scene; It is slender and graceful, noble and elegant. In the gentle breeze, it dances like a girl, gently dances, and shakes its head like a green elf.
I like green bamboo, not only because it is full of treasures, but also because it has qualities that I never ask for except selfless dedication. It silently dedicated itself to mankind: tender bamboo shoots are used to make all kinds of delicious food, green bamboo leaves are not only delicious for giant pandas, but also good materials for people to make fans, and bamboo skins are cut into bamboo strips to weave all kinds of durable bamboo utensils and exquisite and unique handicrafts. ...
I like green bamboo, because whether it encounters strong wind or heavy rain, it is still hot in winter, and whether it grows on the flat ground or in the mountains ... its weather-beaten and thin body remains unchanged, standing proudly in the snow and indomitable. Zheng Banqiao poet once praised bamboo with a poem: "It's as hard as a rock ...".
I was moved by the selfless dedication of bamboo, and I couldn't help thinking of many builders who dedicated themselves to the motherland like bamboo. They worked hard and made selfless contributions to the motherland and people. They are like green bamboos, with indomitable spirit.
Bamboo hides selfless quality and unyielding spirit in simplicity. How I wish I could stand in my life like a green bamboo.
An excellent composition that uses things to describe people 6 pieces of chalk.
Chalk, a common thing, people don't like it, because when writing, chalk dust will fall on people's heads and become white-haired people.
However, I think chalk is my silent teacher. It is cylindrical and rustles when writing. It feels rough and smells like a pungent lime. Chalk loves to wear a white skirt. Sometimes, it likes to dress up, and then it changes into red clothes. Change into a blue shirt later; Then I put on a yellow skirt.
It is said to be my silent teacher, because he always writes on the blackboard tirelessly, as if to say: What if students can learn and know, and I turn to dust? Ah! Chalk, just write, write, how much you have paid for us. We grow up day by day and you get older and shorter day by day. Until one day, you become a bubble. You have devoted your life to us. You've always been silent. Ah, chalk, you are my silent teacher and great teacher!
You've cursed all your life. Many students and teachers are writing and chalk dust falls on them. They take their anger out on you, and often there is still a big piece left, so they leave you outside, still unconvinced, and they are always swearing. Who knows your painstaking efforts!
No matter cursing or other unfair treatment, you always teach us seriously and bring us from the wilderness of ignorance to a very lush grassland. But you have turned to dust!
Ah! Chalk! You are selfless, you are great! You are my lifelong teacher! I love you! Chalk.
I first saw candles when I was very young. That Spring Festival, my mother bought me a small lantern with a red stick in it. Driven by curiosity, I asked my mother, "Mom, what is this little red stick?" Really beautiful. " Mom smiled and said, "silly boy, this is not a red stick, it is a red candle." Just light a match and it will light a small red flame. " Sure enough, a small match lit a small red flame, and I happily carried a lantern to play in the darkest place in the yard.
One night, the power went out, and I saw candles again. But this time my mother took out a long white candle instead of a small red candle. It is straight and smooth, as white as Baoyu. It gives off. The flame is like a red flower in bud. I sat by the candle and did my homework this evening. There are more and more words on the paper, but the candles are getting shorter and shorter. It silently dwarfs itself, but asks nothing of others. Suddenly, the electric light came on, bringing dazzling light. I blew out the candle and put it in the drawer.
The third time I saw candles was in science class. Looking at Miss Li who is doing experiments with candles, I think Miss Li has the spirit of candles. She was my father's childhood head teacher and my teacher today. My father often tells me that Miss Li is a beautiful young girl. She loves her ordinary job, gets up early and is greedy for the dark every day, and waters the "small saplings" with her hard sweat. Now, Miss Li's temples are gray. She still sticks to her ordinary post, warms the hearts of every child with her own heat, illuminates the direction of progress for us with her own light, and writes a new chapter in education with her own life.
I advocate lighting candles. I'd rather be a person with candle spirit.
I am an ordinary chalk head. I remember someone once praised me as an immaculate snow doll, someone once called me Snow White, and someone praised us as "dead to the powder" candles. But now, I am just a poor chalk head, lying in the dusty corner of the door. 9ef He Miao Zhu Fu Zhan
I was so depressed that I lay in a dark corner all day, leaving my body tightly wrapped in dirty dust and leaving deep marks on my face by wind and frost. "Chalk can't be lightly dusted if it has tears." I fought back my tears to prevent them from falling gently. I know: "tears can only make my value disappear in time." I have a lot to say and a lot to think about. 9ef He Miao Zhu Fu Zhan
I remember the first time I stood on the sacred podium and saw the colorful world outside. I am full of emotion and excitement. I really hope to dance the waltz of "knowledge" on the meta-leaves on the blackboard to nourish students' thirst for knowledge; I really want to pick gorgeous flowers in the garden of wisdom to promote children's intelligence; I really want to collect bright jewels in the palace of innovation and fly the children's ideal wings. I vowed to spend my whole life leaving something glorious for mankind, even if it is a word, a word or a punctuation mark, I am willing to regret it. Finally one day, a young man pulled me out of the chalk box, and I was very excited. The young man held me tightly with thick fingers, waved his hand, and with a ferocious laugh, "Pa-"I was stopped, and a heartbreaking pain made me faint immediately. ...
"Pa-"another partner threw it from Jiutian and interrupted all my memories. 9ef He Miao Zhu Fu Zhan
Looking at the scarred friends around me, I can't restrain my inner grief. I really want to shout: "teachers and classmates, please cherish my life!" " "
She is not high above sea level and has a small diameter. The hair just reaching the shoulder, ponytail, croissant and semi-shawl ball head are tied in different ways. I thought that "there is an aura and temperament (in fact, it is barbaric)" and I smiled. She is Su Yilan, my good sister 1 and my deskmate.
But how can such a smug little girl be the kind of soft bug that collapses? Don't worry! Listen to me slowly!
My deskmate is a slacker, and "staying up late" is her exclusive synonym. One Saturday, after nine o'clock, I called her and asked her to come to my house in the afternoon. She yawned and said weakly, "All right! It's okay! I'm going back to bed! Goodbye! " Let me laugh and cry, it's past nine and I'm still sleeping. What a slacker!
My deskmate is a bookworm and a novel worm. She reads campus novels, detective novels, martial arts novels and romance novels, as long as they are novels. Watching it at home is not enough. Borrowing from the library, from classmates, from friends and from teacher Duan seems to be not enough. I just bought this book, and she snatched it from me before I finished reading it! Alas! What a nerd!
My deskmate is an internet addict, and I feel uncomfortable when I don't surf the Internet for a day. When she is forbidden to use the computer, her mother will shout loudly, and she will come back again with the spirit of Xiao Qiang. She always said that she didn't play computer to study. As a result, she went to Taobao to find things every day, chatted on QQ, knitted scarves on Sina, and watched videos on Youku. It's not too much. She called me while surfing the internet, which made my heart itch. I have strong willpower, which is good. Alas! What a huge net worm!
My deskmate is still a worm, and I can't finish talking for three days and nights. Such a person with personality makes my life rich and colorful.
As soon as the bell rang, I rushed out of the school gate. I finally waited until Friday, and I'm going to have a good time at my friend's house!
I walked towards my friend's house while thinking about it. As soon as I stepped into his house, there was a piece of green in front of my eyes, and my eyes were immediately attracted by this piece of green. What a beautiful potted plant. It's really beautiful.
Suddenly, I noticed some particularly charming red flowers beside me. Only after asking a friend did I know that his mother had just bought the red rose. So, I was attracted by the red color of roses again. Blooming roses, like red flames, are so warm and free. It can be said that it shows all vitality. Roses stand out against the green leaves. It can be found that this cluster of flowers is the result of the cooperation between roses and green leaves. Green leaves make safflower redder, and safflower also makes green leaves extraordinary.
Looking ahead, I saw two flower bones in bud, and Xiaolei was wrapped in a green coat, like a shy girl. There are dark green leaves on the stems of roses, like a few quiet and elegant gentlemen, which set off bright flowers and make roses more charming.
I was attracted by the beautiful rose and couldn't help touching it with my hand. "ah!" A sharp pain came, and I instantly withdrew my hand. The touch was terrible, and my finger suddenly bled. Strange, is there any magic here? I looked at the rose carefully. It turns out that there are some tiny thorns on the stems of roses, and those thorns are like loyal guards. When I was addicted to the beauty of flowers, I couldn't help but reach out, and the warriors stepped forward without hurting the flowers. Looking at the injury on my hand, I couldn't help laughing: haha, this is the first time I have been so embarrassed by flowers. It turns out that the beauty of roses can only be seen from a distance and cannot be blasphemed. This really makes me respect.
This is the rose, which makes me like the kind of rose that is a bit daunting.
Excellent composition 1 1 grass, although ordinary and small, has indomitable vitality; Although not beautiful, it has strong vitality; All this is the power of longing for life! Grass, regardless of lightning, regardless of the storm, regardless of the cold and heat, it is not afraid. All this is the power of faith. The grass is eager for life and survival, so it stands up tenaciously again!
I walked along the path, looking at the green grass beside the road, lost in thought. Perhaps, many people regard grass as a symbol of weakness and think that their short bodies can't stand a little wind and rain. However, I don't think so, because the grass in my eyes is so tenacious and full of vitality, and the most important thing is their own vitality and spirit.
As soon as spring comes, the grass will open its hazy eyes and rush out of the ground to share the joy and warmth brought by the spring girl with people. They are scattered all over the earth, laying a green carpet for the "mother soil" that raised them. The combination of thousands of grasses in Qian Qian shows the greatness of life.
Of course, the respect of grass is not only here, but also a bright spot-indomitable spirit. Although the grass is not as tall and straight as the towering trees, nor as bright red and beautiful as the flowers, their spirit is enough to cover all this up and make people re-recognize and marvel.
In the storm, tall and straight trees were uprooted, colorful flowers were destroyed, and grass won with a force stronger than material strength.
Grass is a small plant, which exists everywhere with soil. It can't be normal anymore. It is not as proud as a tree, nor as graceful as a flower. However, I like this little life!
Grass never needs everyone's care, and it is never delicate. Even if it is run over by a wheel or trampled by someone, it still stands upright, showing green without complaint, which makes people feel very comfortable at first sight.
Grass never shows off itself, but always sets off others without regrets. Everyone always likes flowers, but if there is no green grass, will flowers still look so beautiful? Its spring, summer and autumn are unchangeable turquoise. In winter, when flowers wither and trees fall leaves, it becomes as yellow as the earth. Simplicity is its unique style.
The most precious thing is that grass has tenacious vitality. In the hot summer, the weather is dry, and crops and flowers hang their heads thirstily, looking miserable. Look at the grass again, they still hold their heads high tenaciously, like strong little soldiers. After a huge storm, flowers were blown to pieces, petals were everywhere, and even young trees were blown stagger; The grass seems to be tortured to death, some crooked, some close to the ground, but the grass will not yield to the storm! After a while, look at the grass again, it has straightened its waist, although there are crystal tears hanging on its face! They seem to be saying, "We love life! No matter how big the storm is, we are still tenacious! " Yes, grass is not as beautiful as flowers, not as tall and straight as poplars, but how strong its vitality is!
I like grass! I appreciate grass! I want to be a grass; Be an unpretentious and indomitable person!
In the morning, the sun shines obliquely into two or three rooms in the hut. I sat at my desk and looked at the world outside the window, blue sky and white clouds. A cleaner swept the dusty ground with a broom, which made me lost in thought.
Brooms, there are all kinds, and they are woven with branches, and there are big ones, you know, all kinds of patterns.
Broom is a very common thing, consisting of a handle and some bristles, which is found in almost every household. It looks ordinary, and its function is to sweep the floor, dust and garbage. Of course, I have to say that although the broom is ordinary, it will be clean as long as you walk.
But it was this little broom that made me understand a lot-
Broom is like a person, living in the dust all day, but walking on a smooth road. He seldom thinks of himself, but always thinks of others. He sacrificed his living environment and threw himself at the dust in despair. Why? Is to give people a clean, comfortable and tidy environment. It is ugly. Even a little ugly. When he is busy, he will quietly clean the dust on the ground, and when he finishes his work, he will quietly hide in the corner without saying a word.
Day after day, year after year, the broom always works hard, and the dust and garbage are swept away because of him. Toilets, classrooms and campuses that used to be messy have become clean and tidy. His lifelong wish is to serve the people and purify the environment. Without brooms, there would be no clean city; Without brooms, we wouldn't have a beautiful earth.
Suddenly, my mother's voice brought my thoughts back to reality. Yes, brooms are so ordinary and so great. It is unknown, does not seek fame and fortune, and deeply touched me. I am determined to be a down-to-earth and unpretentious person like a broom.
Everyone says flowers are beautiful, but I love pine trees.
In autumn, flowers wither, grass withers, and many trees lose their leaves. However, pine trees stretch their branches and leaves in the autumn wind and autumn rain. Its leaves are like long dark green needles, and its skin is like pieces of tape interlaced on the trunk. Bundles of needle-shaped leaves sway in the autumn wind, as if to say, "Not afraid of the wind."
In the cold winter, the goose feather and snow are flying in the air, and the cold wind blows the whistle and shakes the pine trees violently. Large tracts of snowflakes are pressed on the pine trees, and the branches are covered with thick snow. Both snow and wind want to conquer pine trees, and pine trees have defeated snow and wind again and again with their tenacious perseverance and cold tolerance, waiting for the arrival of spring.
Spring has come, and the misty spring rain feeds everything like milk. The pine trees also blossomed under the nourishment of the spring rain. A yellow flower grows on the branch, facing the warm spring breeze, smiling, smiling ... As long as you touch the branch with your hand, the yellow-green pollen falls like smoke, and the warm spring breeze slowly drifts away.
I love pine trees, and I love their meticulous dedication. The trunk of pine trees is not only wood, but also can be used; The leaves of pine trees can extract volatile oil; The fat liquid of pine trees can be used as turpentine; The fuel of its branches and roots can be used as torches to illuminate people's way forward. In summer, it will open a big umbrella for people to enjoy the cool ... the pine flower is so beautiful and fragrant that even if it is smashed into pieces, human beings have no complaints.
I looked at a row of pine trees in the distance and silently thought: I also want to be an irresistible person, as tenacious and brave as a pine tree, and to be a person who has worked for the motherland all my life.
Throughout the ages, literati of all dynasties have devoted a lot of feelings to plum blossoms. Lu You, a poet in the Southern Song Dynasty, wrote a quatrain of "no intention to compete for spring, and ten thousand people are jealous", pushing plum blossom above ten thousand people. However, Mabel actually has "flowers". What about bamboo? She not only has the strong character of plum blossom smiling at the wind, frost, rain and snow, but also leaves a perfect image of quietness, elegance, modesty, enterprising, integrity and dedication. I love bamboo, appreciate bamboo, worship bamboo and praise bamboo, not only because its various customs give people artistic beauty, but also because its natural nature and unique character give me philosophical enlightenment and personality strength!
"Asserting that Qingshan does not relax, the roots are broken. A thousand blows are still strong, and the wind is east, west, north and south. " This timeless quatrain can be said to vividly describe the indomitable spiritual quality of bamboo. Bamboo grows silently in barren hills. Whether in Feng Fengling or in ravines, she can survive with perseverance in adversity. Although she has been observing endless loneliness and desolation for many years, she has been hit and tortured by wind, frost, rain and snow all the year round, but she has always been "green hills are there, not afraid of burning firewood" and devoted herself to her work without regrets. For thousands of years, bamboo's clear, solemn and upright characters are exemplary and admirable.
Bamboo is vigorous, fresh and full of vitality. When the spring breeze hasn't melted the residual cold in winter, new bamboo shoots sprout quietly on the ground. After a spring rain, bamboo shoots broke through the ground and pointed to the sky. The so-called "Grain Rain with a clear foot" is a portrayal of her youthful vigor. When the spring breeze blows away layers of bamboo shoots, she looks like a lively little girl, standing in the bright spring. In midsummer, she stretched out her long arms, shook off a piece of rich green yarn and danced in the breeze with graceful posture. When it is cold in summer, she is still lush and smiling at the wind, frost, rain and snow. No wonder Bai Juyi left such a beautiful sentence in Bamboo on the Window: "Hundred flowers and paraquat stay in the snow." Bamboo has a spring that will never disappear.