Write a composition with landscape poems
Sitting under the tree and letting the autumn wind brush my cheeks, I seem to see the ginkgo trees in autumn. Leaves are like handfuls of jade fans, which one to fan, which one to fan, sending away the heat in summer and bringing the coolness in autumn. Blink your eyes, the maple tree in autumn is in front of you, and the leaves fall slowly from the tree like a raging fire, just like stamps, which send you autumn information.
Brush brush, autumn wind blows yellow leaves, blowing all over the sky. They fell to the ground, buried in the soil, floated on the water, and landed on the roof ... When I saw this, I couldn't help but think of "the high wind whistling in August, rolling up my hair", and the autumn wind was quite naughty! Looking up at the blue sky scrubbed by the autumn wind, the autumn geese flying with wings are singing and flying south. A poem "Autumn geese are accompanied by Changfeng, when I face them from this villa and drink my wine" comes to mind. How warm the autumn wind is, she told Qiuyan, "Autumn is here-autumn is here!" " I personally sent it to the south, so that it could escape the strangulation in winter before the cruel winter came. Autumn is a golden season, but I think "autumn" is her name. "Qiu" is a child, a naughty and kind child. She drove away the summer and saved people from suffering. She buries fallen leaves, makes the land fertile and nourishes life; She sent the goose away to escape from the clutches of winter.
2. Find some poems about landscapes, online, etc., and write a composition. Please, please, the best spokesmen of landscape poetry have always been Wang Wei and Meng Haoran. Please look at the following articles, including their famous landscape poems and other people's quatrains describing landscapes: Wang Wei described his inner experience in the poem Bamboo House: leaning alone in the dense bamboo, I was playing the pipa and humming a song.
It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue. The poet sat alone in the depths of the bamboo forest, playing the piano and whistling. No one knows his existence, only the bright moon accompanies him.
Nature knows his inner loneliness best, and the bright moon brings him a quiet happiness. Things and I are one, things and I forget each other. Zen and poetry are integrated.
The same is true in Chai Lu: there seems to be no one on the empty mountain, but I think I hear a voice. The shadow of the sunset shone into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss was pleasant.
Wang Wei is also good at capturing the touching moments of sound, color, painting and emotion, unifying them in the artistic conception that can best convey emotions and expressing them in appropriate language. Please look at his landscape poem "Bird Watching Creek": people are idle and osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and spring is empty.
When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream. Wang Wei has a poem describing the scenery in late autumn, which is called "In the Mountains": White stones rise in the west of Beijing, and red leaves are sparse in cold days.
There is no rain on the winding mountain road, the smoke is misty in the dense pine trees, and the water vapor is heavy, as if to flow, and then the clothes of passers-by. Wang Wei's five-character rhythmic poem "Autumn Night in the Mountains" is a masterpiece of the combination of poetry and painting: after the rain, the mountains are empty and the autumn stands late.
The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks. The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.
Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time. Landscape poetry did not become a grand view until the prosperous Tang Dynasty.
Meng Haoran and Wang Wei created the school of landscape poetry, which was praised by later generations. Meng Haoran is a little longer than Wang Wei, and his excellent landscape works are very artistic.
Such as berthing in Jiande River at night: When my boat is sailing in the fog, the day is getting darker and the memories of the old days begin. The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon.
Other good sentences-the mountain: 1, the mountain is heavy and heavy, and there is no road, and the willow blossoms are bright and another village. (Lu You Shanxi Village Tour) 2. Then he disappeared around the corner, leaving only hoofprint.
(Cen Can's Snow White Farewells Tian Shuji Wu Gui) 3. What are water, mountains and islands? (Cao Cao's Looking at the Sea) 4. We looked at the green trees around your village and the pale blue of the distant mountains.
(Meng Haoran, "Passing the Old Village") 5. Watching the ridge here become a mountain peak, the distance is different. (Su Shi's title Xilin wall) 6. Once you climb to the top of the mountain, you will see that all the other mountains look short under the sky. ..
(Du Fu's "Looking at Yue") 7. Mount Dongshan, Lu Xiao, Mount Taishan, a small world. (Confucius) water 1, the family is in the west of Gushan Temple, and the water level is low at the beginning.
Bai Juyi's Spring Tour in Qiantang) 2. How the water of the Yellow River flows out of heaven and into the ocean, which is gone forever. (Li Bai's "Into the Wine") 3. Who knows that life is not less? The water in front of the door can still flow west, so don't sing yellow chicken with white hair.
(Su Shi) 4. Peach Blossom Pond is deeper than thousands of feet, but not as good as Wang Lun. (Li Bai) 5. As for launching Xiangling, it is along the back block.
(Li Daoyuan's Three Gorges) 6. Water is green and blue. You can swim with the fine stones and look directly at them.
(Wu Jun's Book with Zhu) "The sun shines on Qingqiu Island, and the dust rises in Handan. The river moved to the forest shore, and the rock was deep and smoky. " ("Zhu Fang Road") "The distant mountains overlap and the bamboo trees are close to the cage.
Soak your chest in cold water and take off the breeze "("You Shen Dao Guan Shi ")" Long branches sprout purple leaves, and Qingyuan scatters moss. The mountains are floating, and the spring scenery is cold "(Pan Yongkang River) continued-there are no birds in hundreds of mountains, and there are no footprints in thousands of paths.
(Liu Zongyuan: Jiang Xue) The mountains cover the daytime, and the sea drains the golden river. (Wang Zhihuan: At the Heron Villa) Once you reach the top of the mountain, you will see that all the other mountains look short under the sky. ..
(Du Fu's "Looking at Yue") Although the country is divided, the mountains and rivers last forever, and the vegetation is spring. (Du Fu: Dream of Spring) There seems to be no one on the empty mountain, but I think I heard a voice.
(Wang Wei: Chai Lu) The bright moon is high in the sky, and the sea of clouds is boundless. (Li Bai: Guan Shanyue) Never tire of seeing each other, only Jingting Mountain.
(Li Bai: "Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain") Beans are planted in Nanshan, and the grass is full of bean seedlings. (Tao Yuanming: "Returning to the Garden") Castle Peak cannot be covered, after all, it flows eastward.
(Xin Qiji: "Bodhisattva Xia? I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain, but I am only on this mountain. (Su Shi: "Topic Xilin Wall") The so-called Iraqis are on the water side.
(The Book of Songs? "Jiaxu") What is water? The mountain island is towering. (Cao Cao: "Looking at the Sea") White hair floats with green water, and red palm stirs clear waves.
(Luo: Ode to the Goose) Tianmen cut off the Chu River and Higashi Shimizu River. (Li Bai: "Looking at Tianmen Mountain") The mountains and rivers have not recovered, and there is another village.
(Lu You: A Tour of Shanxi Village) Taohuatan is deeper than thousands of feet, but not as deep as Wang Lun. (Li Bai: A gift for Wang Lun) The willows in Jiang Shuiping are green, and I can hear the songs on the Langjiang River.
(Liu Yuxi: "Zhi Zhu Ci") At sunrise, the river is red as fire, and in spring, the river is blue. (Bai Juyi: "Remembering Jiangnan") Spring eyes are silent and cherish the trickle, and the shade of trees shines on the water and loves sunny and soft.
(Yang Wanli: "Xiaochi") Peach blossoms outside the bamboo are three or two, and the duck prophet of Chunjiang plumbing. (Su Shi: Night Scene of the Spring River in Hui Chong).
3. Ask for a poem about scenery, the first autumn ode that can be quoted in the composition.
The footsteps of autumn, like those of spring, are silent. She came to us quietly without giving you any hint.
Walking alone in the aisle of the campus, a cool breeze blew, mixed with the smell of flowers and plants, sweet, oh, no, fragrant. Occasionally, I looked up and found that the leaves on the tree were yellow and Metasequoia was dancing with the wind.
The leaves flying in mid-air are so beautiful that people have infinite reverie. Poets are fascinated by it, and I am fascinated by it. I am not a poet, and I have no poet's words. I am neither a writer nor a writer. I'm just an ordinary person. When the wind rolls the leaves to the ground, it is inevitable to have a feeling of sadness. The leaves flying all over the sky always have a moment of landing, and that moment is the end of their lives, and no one cares anymore. Perhaps, only sanitation workers swept them into a ball and took them to another world. Perhaps, they will be buried deep in the soil forever and reduced to ashes.
I am as ordinary and unremarkable as this fallen leaf.
Lying on the roof alone at night, watching the stars all over the sky. They are also so ordinary. Twinkling, though ordinary, always has its own light. Small as it is, it always has its own wealth. I love this starry sky, so clean and pure, just like our hearts.
Time flies and the breath of autumn is strong.
It's raining, scratching, hiding under the covers in the morning, and the warm, comfortable and soft big bed gives me spiritual comfort. Because sleeping is a great pleasure in life. Helpless, after the alarm clock rang three times, I habitually turned off, got up again and went to class.
I hurried by in the rain with an umbrella. I don't have the habit of holding an umbrella when it rains lightly. Walking in the rain is romantic and enjoyable.
It cleared up, and then I went to the roof to look at the starry sky, only to find that the night sky was not as bright as before, with a hint of sadness.
Autumn, perhaps "the frost leaves are red in February flowers" is the most beautiful compliment to her.
Autumn wind autumn rain autumn leaves
When I was a child, I had a vague concept of the four seasons. I only know that spring is warm, summer is hot, autumn is cool and winter is cold. As time goes by, people grow up, and I slowly fall in love with the birds and flowers in spring; Fall in love with the fun and ice cream in the swimming pool in summer; I fell in love with making snowmen, having snowball fights and watching snow scenes in winter ... only autumn makes me feel bored. Especially in autumn in my hometown, I only see the leaves wither all day. Boredom is nothing more than a few troubles.
Since learning English, I have given names to the four seasons of the year. Spring is warm, summer is hot, autumn is cool and winter is cold. Maybe the name of Qiu is cold, and I have a good impression on it.
In high school, the Chinese teacher said that autumn in my hometown is the most beautiful season of the year. I didn't fully believe it at that time, but I always had some doubts. But from then on, I began to observe and feel autumn.
Autumn rain often falls, thin and dense. The wind is mixed with rain, and the rain falls with the wind. The rain gently washes everything on the earth, the ground is polished, and the leaves are constantly oozing raindrops full of particles. At dusk, the wind and rain slowed down. The sun climbed out of the clouds again and gave her afterglow to the earth. Yellow leaves reveal a faint reddish color in the soft sunshine, just like a shy girl's beautiful cheeks.
Where the autumn wind blows, the leaves will make a rustling sound, which is very nice. When the wind is strong, yellow leaves will break free from the shackles of trees and dance with the wind, just like a beautiful yellow butterfly, singing and dancing with the accompaniment of the wind. At this time, just three or two people walked through the falling yellow leaves. Isn't this a beautiful picture? But it is so fleeting, like a flash in the pan. It disappeared before I could appreciate it carefully.
I regret this short-lived beauty, and I regret the fortitude of autumn leaves. It tried so hard to get rid of the shackles of the big tree, but didn't know that the leaves would eventually return to the roots? For such a short freedom, is it worth burying yourself in deep roots forever? But I think, maybe this is the spirit of autumn leaves. Their real purpose of getting rid of the shackles of big trees may not be freedom at that moment, but injecting themselves into the roots for the last time, so that the big trees can have sufficient nutrients in the cold winter. New and stronger leaves will grow on the branches next spring. Aren't those new leaves exactly what they were? Thinking of this, I am proud of autumn leaves. I didn't expect them to have the idea of "sustainable development". It's incredible. Perhaps it is given by mysterious nature.
Spring breeze makes people sleepy; The summer wind makes people feel sultry and uncomfortable; The wind in winter makes people feel cold and biting. Only the autumn wind makes people feel refreshed, neither sultry nor cold, but also makes people awake a lot. I simply doubt that the autumn wind has a refreshing effect, and coupled with the coolness of the autumn rain, this wonderful drug primer, a rare "natural herb", has probably been formed.
Autumn wind and autumn rain may be the most perfect couple in the world. Autumn wind blows autumn rain, accompanied by autumn wind. They can make everything in the world reflect crystal luster and autumn elegance. Maybe they can trim out a beautiful autumn picture. Looking at their figures, I can't help feeling that autumn wind blows and autumn rain flies; Autumn wind sends cool, autumn rain sends cool.
Autumn wind, autumn
I'm glad to answer the landlord's question. Please forgive me if there is any mistake.
4. A 500-word landscape article In winter, the cold wind swept across the border, and the sky froze into ice, making it pale.
The sky is white, boundless white, spreading far away. As white as death.
Ruthless wind, tearing the bare forest, it is noisy and growling, and it wants to declare war on the world. The lost leaves were quickly rolled up by the strong wind and circled around the whole forest.
The sunshine is gone forever. Now the sun is not as bright red as summer, and it looks a little pale.
It's incredibly cold. Try that the sun at this time can only bring light to the earth, but the warmth no longer exists. People on the road are in a hurry and never stop.
Occasionally, a speeding car scared several sparrows in the forest. The same is true of animals, who come and go in a hurry for food in winter. All the geese have flown to the south, all the ants have prepared food for the winter, and all the bears have dug their hibernation caves, so everything seems very tense.
The water vapor on the lake has frozen into a fog. The thin, faint milky fog cover on the lake is beautiful, but it is also dangerous, because passers-by in the morning may plunge into the cold lake because they can't tell the pedestrians on the lake from the pedestrians on the road ... Plum trees are already blooming, as white as snow. No wonder they are confused with snow. I have heard for a long time that plum blossoms are in full bloom, but when I see them today, I am amazed and sorry for them: the vast Xue Hai is inevitably lonely, but when they bloom, they quietly disappear. I'm a loner.
A snowflake, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, really, finally, with the white winter, the world becomes pale. My hometown is in the countryside, where the scenery is beautiful and beautiful.
Especially in autumn, nature is even more dazzling. The smell of maturity pervades the garden, giving off an attractive fragrance.
The harvest is in sight, and the cultivators are all smiling and beaming. Pears in Huang Chengcheng are shining with golden light and smiling in green.
Green cabbage, a clump here, a clump there, dripping with green, is like laying a green carpet on the garden. What is even more refreshing is to stand outside the garden and look at the garden: the garden is golden and occasionally dotted with a little green, which is particularly harmonious.
The pleasing tree is covered with gold, a breeze blows, and yellow leaves dance like butterflies.
Walking in the garden, the whole garden is beautiful. You see, the yellow is elegant, the white is noble, and the purple is warm and deep, splashing and blooming in the autumn wind.
Of course, in autumn in my hometown, fog is the most charming and popular with children. Every morning, the world is misty, the mountains and seas are misty, and the mountains are undulating, just like Penglai Fairy Island, which is fascinating.
Occasionally, a farmhouse will be exposed to the fog and smoke, and the smell of breakfast and the slightly meaningful morning fog constitute a harmonious and charming picture. Whenever there is fog, the beautiful mountains and rivers in my hometown are integrated with the mirage in my heart.
No matter what year and month, how far away and where I am, the hometown of autumn will always be hazy in my life. Autumn in my hometown is also a windy world and a paradise for rain.
Autumn morning, the breeze is singing. Pearl dew has arrived.
Brought the coolness of autumn and absorbed the heat of summer; It brought snow-white clouds and erased the residual heat. The rain is the most unusual, as fine as an ox's hair, densely woven obliquely, and the needles are shining.
How nice it is to say "sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently" before the autumn rain in my hometown.
There are always signs that the autumn wind will rise first. Autumn rain fell silently on the ground.
Autumn rain is harmonious. It took away the long drought in summer and brought the long-awaited wetness and coolness. I like autumn rain. Autumn in my hometown! Whenever you come, the joy in my heart is always beyond words, which can only be summarized by a poem written by the great poet Du Fu, "However, I am frantically packing my books and poems".
I love my hometown, especially the intoxicating autumn in my hometown. The golden autumn time kept flowing forward, and the weather gradually cooled down. Noisy cicadas are blown away by autumn, replaced by the whining of crickets in the cracks in the slate at night.
Ah! That lovely autumn has finally come. Autumn is more prosperous than spring. Spring with flowers and trees is beautiful, but the fruitful autumn colors reveal the joy of harvest. Autumn is more colorful than summer. Although the summer with dense branches and leaves is charming, the autumn colors of golden leaves and green trees are even more refreshing. Autumn is more energetic than winter. Snow-capped winter is lovely, but the golden autumn with fragrant melons and fruits is more colorful.
Autumn came to the Woods. From a distance, yellow leaves fall in pairs like golden butterflies. Tired of flying, they landed on my shoulders, head and feet. Brought my thoughts from green summer to golden autumn.
As soon as I turned around, another peach leaf fell beside me. I bent down to pick it up and held it in my hand to study it carefully. What a special autumn leaf! It hasn't come yet, it has completely faded, and it still exudes a strong aroma. Autumn came to the orchard, persimmon bent down, bent down, and the branches were about to break. Sister litchi was so fat that she broke her clothes and showed her bulging white belly.
Huge apples are covered with branches, showing sweet smiles, or shy or bold. The girl in autumn came to the farmland, and the corn was very happy. It specially changed into a new golden dress, grinning and showing golden teeth. In order to make themselves more beautiful, tomatoes put lipstick on their faces; The potato may have been too excited to break its green mouth and show its yellow tongue.
Autumn has come, and the garden has become a paradise for chrysanthemums. They may like this heavy gold and choose to bloom their beauty in autumn.
Chrysanthemums come in many colors: yellow, pink and white.
Big flowers and curly petals are like a little girl with curly hair. Wandering in the chrysanthemum garden or enjoying a pot of colorful chrysanthemums alone, slowly intoxicated by that fragrance.
Autumn brings gold to the earth and cotton-like clouds to the blue sky.
5. Who can help me change an ancient poem about scenery into a short composition?
Author: Bai Juyi
Spring outing in Qiantang Lake
From the north side of Gushan Temple to the west side of Jiating, the lake is just level with the embankment, with low clouds and waves on the lake.
Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests.
Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe.
I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar.
Adaptation of Qiantang River Spring Tour
Spring really came, the sun shone on me warmly, and I stretched myself. It's time to go out for activities.
The fog outside hangs over the earth, houses and people who come to the West Lake for morning exercise. Climbing the lonely mountain, a cool breeze blows gently, sweeping away the fatigue of winter and bringing the vigor of spring. These trees shade each other. "To compare the West Lake to the West Lake, it is always appropriate to put on heavy and light." Looking around, the West Lake is so vast and empty. The water waves ripple like a mirage, visible in the morning, sometimes hidden and sometimes present. Sitting in a lonely mountain temple to have a rest and drinking good Longjing tea, I feel refreshed.
Soon the sun gently lifted the fog with its silky light, and the fog seemed reluctant to leave the West Lake, lingering and gently drifting away in exquisiteness and grace. In the distance, several early warblers twittered around, stopped in the tree and flew again, as if fighting for territory. The birds that won the good site stopped in the trees and sang happily, and the songs spread melodiously throughout the valleys and lakes. Swallows also flew from the south, with mud in their mouths, and built their own houses under the eaves.
I walked gently by the lake for fear of disturbing the newly awakened bugs on the shore. Grass broke through the ground and flowers were in full bloom. Bees are busy collecting honey and pollinating, flying around among flowers, leaving a busy figure. Butterflies on the side seem relaxed, dancing in pairs, playing in the flowers, playing hide-and-seek, resting on the petals when they are tired, and then flapping their wings into another flower. The flowers are so bright that my eyes are fascinated. Close your eyes and take a deep breath. The fragrance of flowers is pleasant and refreshing. The first time the grass color appeared nearby, it reminded me of the poem "The grass color is far away but not near".
My favorite is Bai Causeway in the east of the lake, where trees are shaded and willows are lingering. Rows of green weeping willows in Bai Causeway, with branches and leaves stretching and fluttering in the wind; The green grass in the patches of green land is also lying quietly. What an elegant and quiet scenery.
"Spring scenery on the lake is picturesque, and the peaks spread around the stage. Pine rows cover thousands of green hills, and there are pearls in the heart of the moon. " As described in this poem, the West Lake is like a poem, a painting and a song. Oh, West Lake, you are a poem that fascinates me, a painting that fascinates me, and a song that I will never forget.
6. When you meet beautiful things, beautiful scenery and beautiful poems, how to write beautiful compositions, linger in the world and pay attention to life with critical eyes, you will sigh-there is no scenery in the world.
There is no scenery on the earth. Read, a thick cultural history.
The grandeur of "the desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen" is a landscape; The sadness of "when is the bright moon, asking for wine from heaven" is the scenery; "One day, I will ride the wind and waves, and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea" pride and self-confidence is a kind of scenery; "How much sorrow can there be, just like a river flowing eastward" is like a landscape. Thick and profound culture is an indispensable landscape in the world.
There is no scenery on the earth. Look, the crystallization of human wisdom.
The majestic Great Wall of Wan Li is a landscape; Magical and strange civilization miracle pyramid is a landscape; The infinitely vast broadband world is a landscape; The grand blueprint for flying to aliens is a landscape. At any time, the crystallization of human wisdom is an indispensable landscape in the world.
There is no scenery on the earth. Listen, the echo of life.
A young man took out a hundred-dollar bill and handed it to a beggar who was less than 1 meter. After a long time, the beggar limped to the donation box 30 meters away, stuffed the hundred-dollar bill into the box, and took some coins out of his pocket and put them in the box.
The sound of coins is the kind and sincere voice of beggars, the echo of life, the inner voice and an indispensable scenery in the world. Open your eyes and look back at the world with beautiful eyes and warm feelings, and you will sigh-the world is full of scenery.
7. To write a landscape composition, you need to quote 600 words of poetry and recognize your self-worth in pursuit.
Populus euphratica, which stands proudly in the desert of flying sand and stones, has created the miracle of "not dying for 300 years, not falling for 300 years, and being immortal for 300 years". What they pursue is the tenacity and unyielding struggle against the desert, but they never yearn for the water town in the south of the Yangtze River where the breeze is blowing and the drizzle is raining. In the pursuit of unyielding beliefs, they kept their true selves and realized their true value.
So is life. People should pursue something, but not blindly. Only by keeping a clear head and recognizing yourself can we better realize the value of life.
Qu Yuan, a great patriotic poet, can keep the truest pursuit of life. He didn't collude in the intrigue of officialdom, but sent out the feeling that "the world is cloudy and I am alone, and everyone is drunk and I am alone". He didn't "go with the flow, feed badly and sip lightly" in the dirty officialdom. He would rather devote himself to Miluo than defile his pursuit. In his pursuit of life, he never forgot his true value. Facing the test of reality, he left us an immortal reputation.
The pursuit of life should be varied, just as graceful willows yearn for colorful spring and birds yearn for blue sky and white clouds. They should always remember their true identity and recognize their self-worth, instead of going beyond this limit and doing something they can't chew.
Li Bai, a great romantic poet, left us with endless wealth and wisdom. He didn't forget his value because of his frustrated career. He is free and bold. "Oh, how can I bow and scrape to those high-ranking officials whose sincere faces will never be seen?" It is a true portrayal of his inner quality. Tao Yuanming's quiet leisure has brought us endless enjoyment. They found their own life value in their own pursuit and did not get lost in setbacks.
Only by finding the right value orientation can we better appreciate the interest of life, instead of blindly pursuing and forgetting our true identity.
We felt great ambition in Su Shi's lofty sentiments of "flying stones over the air, crashing into the shore and rolling up thousands of piles of snow". Recognizing self-worth in pursuit is a kind of wisdom and a choice of life.
People say that the pursuit of life should not be the same, otherwise, everyone will lose themselves and the richness of life.
The long road of life requires us to struggle. In the pursuit of life, we can clearly understand the value of ourselves and create the glory of life in the journey of life!
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The examinee accurately grasped the meaning of the fable given, and the topic "Recognizing self-worth in pursuit" is the central argument of the full text. After Hu Yang and Life is the Same in Nature put forward their own views, the article adopts a hierarchical structure, taking Qu Yuan, Li Bai, Tao Yuanming, Su Shi and others as examples, and discusses them layer by layer with rich examples, thorough reasoning and convincing.
8. Write a composition according to the landscape poem in the last movie of Qinyuanchun Changsha. Autumn maple leaves are beautiful in autumn, and its leaves are extremely touching.
Autumn is beautiful. Its leaves are colorful. I like autumn leaves. You see, the maple leaves on both sides of Badaguan Road are dyed red all autumn. Looking around, they are like raging fires, like red ribbons dancing with the wind. They lit up the whole autumn with life and enthusiasm.
Isn't that what we in China are keen on? Maple leaf is not only the symbol of autumn, but also the messenger of autumn. Walking in the maple forest, pieces of maple leaves are scrambling to fall down, enthusiastically telling people that "autumn is coming, autumn is coming".
Then take a closer look, and the fallen maple leaves tightly and thickly surround the roots, which reminds me of a sentence: "Fallen leaves return to their roots". They guard the roots and slowly become nutrients. This spirit of selfless dedication is worth learning. Just when I was fascinated, a red maple leaf slowly fell like a butterfly beside the roots. I guess: this little maple leaf wants to travel far by uncle Feng's plane, but she can't bear to leave her mother, so she opens her parachute and returns to her arms.
On the way home, the two tall and green pine trees at the door are still so full of vitality. From a distance, they look like a small green umbrella. From a close distance, the leaves look like small palms. It's really fun. Pine leaves are evergreen all year round, and autumn is also its most beautiful season. Whenever I see it, I will think of its tenacious spirit. Whenever I think of it, I am full of indomitable spirit when I meet difficulties. I like this strong pine tree.
Trees in autumn are beautiful. Autumn leaves are the most beautiful in this season of selfless dedication. This is a masterpiece of nature. What attracts me most is its spiritual beauty. I like autumn leaves.