Wisteria Falls Continued to Write 500

1. Wisteria Falls is rewritten into 500 words. I have never seen it so tenacious in my life. I only see a touch of new green, dotted with a touch of life on the weather-beaten branches. It's not obvious, let alone striking, but in my mind, he shines in the sun.

Go forward and touch it gently, and you can see the clear veins of the leaves. A soft and comfortable feeling flows between your fingers, like a child's tender cheek.

Look at the leaves beside them. Some are not fully stretched and rolled together, and the top is reddish brown, like a shy little girl. Osmanthus fragrans has withered here, and there are no friends who stop to watch in this small plant world at home, and there is no faint fragrance.

That's it, the rubber tree that accompanied me for ten years. It is so humble that it can't even compare with a nameless flower.

But it is still growing. Under the cruel and broken wounds, one piece, two pieces ... a touch of new green is quietly emerging, and they compete with each other, bringing people a new breath. "I have regained the hope of life!" They are laughing.

"I have regained my vitality!" They shouted excitedly. Gently stroking the slender but tall branches with your hands, a feeling of vicissitudes of life and sincere admiration arises spontaneously.

I stared at this humble rubber tree silently, feeling that it is not just an ordinary plant, but an eternal spirit. That touch of new green, like a gurgling stream, flows into my heart.

It took away all my troubles and unhappiness, and also took away the heavy burden that has been pressing on my heart. What left me was a kind of joy and encouragement to regain confidence.

I can't help thinking that ten years ago, it first came to our house and grew up with me. It watched me grow, and I forged a deep friendship with it. But a few months ago, I was beheaded. I once thought with regret, perhaps, it will never be as prosperous as before! Seeing that it has finally sprouted and is full of vitality, my heart is full of joy, and that touch of new green is slowly flowing in my heart.

Flowers and people will encounter all kinds of setbacks, but the long river of life is endless. I touched the cheek-soft leaves again. It rises slightly and is growing sturdily.

What brings me is the motivation to move forward. I meditated for a long time, lowered my head and continued to complete the arduous learning task. In this unpredictable ocean, I seem to be driving a boat and starting to explore knowledge.

2. Imitation of the 500-word plum blossom in Wisteria Falls is not as beautiful as peony, with delicate and flashy roses, colorful roses and noble and elegant lotus flowers. However, I prefer this Ao Shuang plum blossom.

In winter, the cold brings snowflakes to the earth. The bare mountains are white, the leaves are white, and the road in front of the door is white. Only on the distant cold mountain, plum trees are faintly visible, bearing flowers and bones, waiting for the cold wind to sprout.

The snow is still falling and the wind is still blowing. In this season of freezing thousands of miles and snowing in Wan Li, only plum blossoms are in full bloom proudly. Colorful white as snow, red as fire, yellow as gold, pink as chardonnay ... Dancing in the cold wind, Bing Xin jade bone. When I smell it carefully, a fragrance can't help coming at me. The fragrance is elegant and fresh, which suddenly makes people feel relaxed and happy. ...

"Plum blossoms come from bitter cold", and it is cold wind that blows plum blossoms; It is the setting sun in winter that shines on plum blossoms; What moistens plum blossoms is the rain and dew of residual snow. But the plum blossoms standing on the top of the mountain are so fragrant, graceful and elegant.

In spring, when all kinds of flowers are moved out of warm pots, plum blossoms wither, but they offer delicious plums to mankind and contribute all their strength to mankind. ...

However, the indomitable spirit of Meihua is even more impressive. Since ancient times, it and Matsuzaka have been known as "three friends of the old and the cold", and have been competing with poets for poems, painters for paintings, artists for sculptures and tourists for yearning. Winter goes and summer comes, fighting against cold, enduring frost and snow, and continuing the four seasons, which fully embodies the strong vitality of plum blossoms that are not afraid of difficulties and pressures. This is a character that people can't see but does exist. Isn't that what people want to learn?

Looking at it, I can't help but think of the developers of Saibei who are fighting in the wild snow area. They are like pine trees and autumn chrysanthemums, but more like wintersweet. They silently dedicated their lives in harsh environment. Don't they have the quality of plum blossoms? Where would we be today without them?

3. Wisteria Falls was rewritten into 500 words. I have never seen it so tenacious in my life. I only see a touch of new green, dotted with a touch of life on the weather-beaten branches. It's not obvious, let alone striking, but in my mind, he shines in the sun.

Go forward and touch it gently, and you can see the clear veins of the leaves. A soft and comfortable feeling flows between your fingers, like a child's tender cheek.

Look at the leaves beside them. Some are not fully stretched and rolled together, and the top is reddish brown, like a shy little girl. Osmanthus fragrans has withered here, and there are no friends who stop to watch in this small plant world at home, and there is no faint fragrance.

That's it, the rubber tree that accompanied me for ten years. It is so humble that it can't even compare with a nameless flower.

But it is still growing. Under the cruel and broken wounds, one piece, two pieces ... a touch of new green is quietly emerging, and they compete with each other, bringing people a new breath. "I have regained the hope of life!" They are laughing.

"I have regained my vitality!" They shouted excitedly. Gently stroking the slender but tall branches with your hands, a feeling of vicissitudes of life and sincere admiration arises spontaneously.

I stared at this humble rubber tree silently, feeling that it is not just an ordinary plant, but an eternal spirit. That touch of new green, like a gurgling stream, flows into my heart.

It took away all my troubles and unhappiness, and also took away the heavy burden that has been pressing on my heart. What left me was a kind of joy and encouragement to regain confidence.

I can't help thinking that ten years ago, it first came to our house and grew up with me. It watched me grow, and I forged a deep friendship with it. But a few months ago, I was beheaded. I once thought with regret, perhaps, it will never be as prosperous as before! Seeing that it has finally sprouted and is full of vitality, my heart is full of joy, and that touch of new green is slowly flowing in my heart.

Flowers and people will encounter all kinds of setbacks, but the long river of life is endless. I touched the cheek-soft leaves again. It rises slightly and is growing sturdily.

What brings me is the motivation to move forward. I meditated for a long time, lowered my head and continued to complete the arduous learning task. In this unpredictable ocean, I seem to be driving a boat and starting to explore knowledge.

4. Write an article modeled after Wisteria Falls with a topic of not less than 500 words. Not long ago, a pot of epiphyllum I took good care of died on a business trip.

I went back to my room and stroked the dead leaves, which really hurt. Its withered branches and leaves have lost the breath of life.

Suddenly, it seemed to be alive and touched me back. I'm so excited, it's still alive! But then I didn't feel anything. It seems that this is just a fluke. It really seems to have left the land I cultivated for it. Its soul only comes back at the moment I touch it, soothing my sad heart.

We have been together for several months, and it left quietly without saying goodbye to me. I am so distressed. I remember taking it home.

It was a big flower market, and I paced in the crowded flower room. People who know and don't know greet each other here with their eyes, perhaps because they are taught by creatures from another world. They are kind and calm.

I was dazzled by colorful flowers, green leaves and thick stems, and I was a little absent-minded I don't know what flowers or grass I want to pick home, so I decided to just look. Epiphyllum! In a man-made land, an epiphyllum grows exceptionally luxuriantly, and a youthful green and vitality covers me.

I stopped, squatted down and gently rubbed the dripping green with my hand. I chose one, and the florist put it in a white plastic flowerpot with soil under it. He told me to take good care of it and watched me leave happily, as if he had married his daughter instead of selling flowers.

Nature is a good love. I changed the soil again-a black soil in a rice field not far away, and replaced it with a porcelain basin that is much bigger and more beautiful than the current flowerpot. I carefully shook off the soil wrapped in the roots and planted it in a new basin. It began to grow in my home.

Watching it after work and talking to it (I call caressing its leaves talking) have become my daily compulsory course, and I have almost formed a habit. If you neglect because you are busy one day and feel that you have done something wrong, you must make up for it twice the next day. Maybe it's my careful care and attention. It really gives me face. It looks very nice.

1 One morning, I was wandering on the Internet, as if I heard a very light voice. I turned my head and looked at it. I was shocked: my epiphyllum blossomed! I am so excited. I have only heard people say how epiphyllum blooms, but I have never seen it with my own eyes.

How many times I hope that one day my epiphyllum will bloom in front of me. Inadvertently, the epiphyllum bloomed in front of me, and the bright flowers bloomed brilliantly for me.

I was so excited and full of joy that I held it in my hand, as if I held my beloved in my arms and enjoyed the beauty and exquisiteness. When I woke up the next morning, I eagerly ran to the balcony. I thought it would be more beautiful than when it was in full bloom, but what I saw was not what I expected. It has withered, only the leaves are still so green, and I am still a little tired.

Oh, this is a flash in the pan? I clearly feel a kind of loss, a kind of melancholy, and my heart is full of deep loneliness. Its flowers have withered. Is it its success or its failure, or my failure? I think.

Compared with its peers, its beautiful bloom is only a short moment, but how long has it been brewing for this extremely short glory? Is my waiting and my concern worth it? I asked. Oh, no! It appreciates my care and is determined to repay me.

It gathered all the essence, and generate came out instantly, exhausted all its strength, but left that love in the bottom of my heart and started the next generation accumulation. It ignores people's complaints. It knows what it is for. It knows that in this colorful world, it belongs to its owner because he loves it.

It doesn't care whether this glory is eternal, it wants to devote itself wholeheartedly to it, and it longs to achieve the ultimate beauty, even if it disappears, it will never look back. After the glory, it will be dull, and then it will be brilliant. Then, whether brilliant or dull, are they not eternal elements that constitute its life and love? Because, really, the blooming of a flower is only the generation of love in its heart. Love will not die because of the fading of the flower, but it is still in its heart.

However, my epiphyllum has no power to interpret life and love at this time. It seems that he suddenly fell down after that brilliant sprint. Can I look forward to next time? No, no. I don't believe it will leave without saying goodbye. I believe I can save it. I decided to try.

5. A 500-word composition, modeled after Wisteria Falls, is looking forward to it. The hot summer has finally passed, and the footsteps of autumn are approaching.

Autumn is crisp and the sky is high and the clouds are light. Fruits are ripe, crickets are chirping and the weather is cool.

Grass has not completely disappeared from the earth, it is still green. In the garden, in the field. Look, piece by piece.

I totally agree. The children ran and jumped, somersaulted, picked up some fallen fruits and threw them at each other to see who could throw them farther and more accurately. The weather is cool and the grass is green.

Sweet-scented osmanthus trees, maple trees and evergreen trees are lush, profound in style, distinctive in temperament and full of elegance, golden, agate red and emerald green, just like paintings carefully drawn by painters. Birds are busy migrating and ants are collecting winter rations. Daisy, a bunch of red petunias, at first glance, yes: orange, purple, competing for beauty, spread in the flower bed, like a carpet, smiling at the autumn wind!

"Falling red is not heartless. Turning into spring mud will protect flowers!" Yes, it will become the spring mud that nourishes the earth and is not attached to the prosperity of the branches. Autumn rain falls on red and yellow leaves, and on colorful leaves mixed with green and yellow. Luxurious maple leaves, delicate evergreen leaves, ordinary shaved leaves … they become more gorgeous under the baptism of autumn rain.

The fruit on the tree is maturing, and the fruit farmers in the field are busier. In urban and rural areas, workers, students, children and the elderly all come out to enjoy the beautiful scenery, relax, watch autumn colors, collect specimens and do their own things. "A hard work, a harvest", hard work, in exchange for harvest, full of joy.

Autumn is like the god of color, which makes the colors of plants gradually thicken.

Autumn, like the god of harvest, has brought countless fruits to people.

On the way to school, people come and go, but no one seems to notice that the branches on both sides of the road have quietly dyed green.

Spring has come.

Spring waves its sleeves, trees and grass rustle, as if welcoming the arrival of spring. Spring dances beautifully. Flowers open their eyes, wake up from a deep sleep in winter and report the arrival of spring to people who are a little unwilling to be woken up. Spring sang a beautiful song, the wind blew gently, and the raindrops fell like "ticking" in response, but it seemed to complain that spring was late.

Spring has crossed the grassland, and the grassland crushed by winter snow is full of vitality at once, and the grass tip becomes so green in an instant. Spring passes through the flowers, and in a blink of an eye, the branches and the ground become colorful: look up at the elegant cherry blossoms, blooming in the wind, forming a "sakura rain". Look at the noble camellia, hanging high, making people feel unattainable, as well as elegant kapok, brilliant bauhinia, shy osmanthus ... Looking down, there are lovely red pompoms and beautiful azaleas in the grass. Spring has passed the trees, the graceful willows have raised their long hair, and the tall and straight phoenix trees have stood up. When spring passed by the bird forest, the birds immediately began to sing happily. When crossing the river in spring, the river swells. Spring crosses the fields and the crops turn green.

Spring has passed, bringing vitality to the earth. Look! Willow gently caressed the river, looking from a distance, like a green curtain. The clear river reflects the blue sky and becomes an elegant blue ribbon; Reflecting the green trees, it became jasper. When the breeze blows, there are layers of microwaves on the river. The majestic green hills and pavilions along the river are bathed in golden sunshine. Sunlight shines on the earth and rivers through the cracks in the branches.

This is spring, which brings us sunshine and joy. Have you noticed the arrival of spring?

Autumn is like a god of joy, bringing people the joy of harvest.

6. What composition in the community is a 500-word imitation of Wisteria Waterfall? As the saying goes, "There are many wonders in the world." In today's mercenary world, people are tempted by money, and some new things come into being.

One afternoon, I was walking in the community. Passing by the fountain, I happened to see a monk. I saw that he was no different from ordinary monks, with robes, hats and socks. Just looks very special: two small eyebrows, a pair of cross-eyed, a small white face, pointed ears and a small nose, showing a sly look, like a fox.

He walked past me, "strutting", saw me, turned his face gently, and completely ignored me. I didn't care too much about him at first, until-then a middle-aged man came in my direction. I saw him: paunchy, round and round. Pot-bellied food tastes all over the world, and rings enjoy all over the world. Money, money is less than one thousand jins. The monk was overjoyed, as if he had discovered a new continent, and his face became "gentle and drizzling". He came to the boss in three steps and made two steps, made a song and said, "Hello, boss. You look good today, and you are sure to make a fortune. " The voice is not high or low, so loud that people will get goose bumps. The boss smiled, but said nothing. I don't know whether he is unhappy or intentional.

The first "attack" failed, and the monk was not discouraged. Then he launched a second "attack". He quickly caught up with the "boss" who had left and continued to work hard. Out of curiosity, I followed them and listened to their conversation with great interest.

"Boss." The monk hunched his back, smirked and said humbly, "Then give me some money." Hearing this, the boss frowned like a steamed stuffed bun and waved back impatiently, signaling the monk to go away.

The monk was not stupid, and he didn't want to commit suicide. He was rebuffed and retreated to one side. I thought this scene would stop here, but the monk suddenly changed his face-"Storm", glared at the "boss" like a demon, kept moving his mouth, and muttered that the richer he was, the meaner he was. I can't help sighing.

In the past, monks were all six pure people, with no desire or desire. When you read Buddha in a temple, at most, you give alms and live with fate, no matter how much others give you. But it's very fresh now. Monks have long been materialistic, wandering around, eager to collect money, unhappy will "vent."

7. Imitate the composition of Wisteria Falls, with 550 words and a drop of water.

Refracting the sun's rays; A lotus pond shines all summer. -inscription in a summer with lotus flowers, I stopped, lingered, lingered, lingered.

Stay away from the irritability of summer and stay by the Lotus Lake. The gentleness of bowing your head is the most, just like the shyness of water lotus in the cool breeze. In summer, because there are lotus flowers, it is charming.

The lotus in the pool, like a swan swimming in the water, is looking forward to it; Dancing on the water like a fairy. Huge lotus leaves are like handfuls of shy flowers: some are tightly wrapped, some are in bud, some are in bud, some are in full bloom, and some are in full bloom.

The lotus is shy, leaning between the lotus leaf and the blue waves, rippling with the wind and dancing with the waves ... the lotus leaf embraces the lotus and is graceful; Lotus is like a girl, snuggling on the lotus leaf, perhaps bathed in warm love. The collision between hearts blooms the most beautiful flowers.

Lotus, with its pure beauty, shows its nobility. In summer, flowers are eclipsed by it, and everything is intoxicated by it.

In summer, because of the lotus, it is more holy. Lotus leaf field, the morning dew is brilliant, there are always a few flowers and arrows out of the mud, and the smile says flowers are red and green.

A green lotus leaf just covered the lotus. Two stretched lotus leaves, holding blooming lotus flowers, are particularly charming.

Between the lotus leaf and the petals, the stamen is yellow, without earthly filth, like a girl's heart, giving her beauty to summer. Carefree, fearless, humble and sonorous are the qualities of lotus. With her unique love, she overflowed her innocent feelings and bloomed her heart.

I cherish the holy fantasy in my dream and my love for lotus. Xiahe. The sacred messenger by the river.

Brocade turns red, and summer is full of poetry because of lotus flowers. Looking at this pool of summer lotus, I really want to fold a round lotus leaf, such as holding an umbrella, which is a kind of possession and satisfaction.

The ancients said: "Look at the glory of Baihui, there is no unique spirit of flowers." Today, I finally realize that lotus is the only spirit of letting a hundred flowers blossom.

Wang Wei's "Fishing Boat in Front of the Lotus" is full of poetry, Li Kuchan's "Mohe" is full of pen and ink, and Zhu Ziqing's "Moonlight on the Lotus Pond" is full of images. I'm not a painter, I can't describe its natural beauty: I'm not a poet, I can't chant its charm and enchanting: I just want to keep "brocade turns red" in my heart.

Down the river, the fairy with poetic rhyme in the water. Lotus, the gentleman of flowers.

In summer, because of the heavy load, it is stronger. Lotus leaves, green as dye, strewn at random.

Lotus, flawless white, delicate red. In the distance, among several scattered lotus leaves, there is a lotus flower, almost withered, but still stubbornly maintaining a dark red color, standing sharply among the green leaves: the lotus flower is worthy of being a gentleman in flowers, and the gentleman is also strong and beautiful.

Xia He, a firm gentleman in my heart. Enjoy the lotus in summer; Enjoy summer and indulge in lotus flowers.

8. Imitate Wisteria Falls and write a 500-word composition on plants. Recently, I read an article "Wisteria Waterfall", in which several places were not very moved. Here, the spring has faded, there are no people who appreciate flowers, and there are no bees around butterflies. Some are wisteria in full bloom on this tree. Flowers strung one after another, pushing each other, very happy and lively, "I'm blossoming!" " "They laughed." I'm blossoming! " "They shouted. The ancients said, "People who don't know or care are not gentlemen." This is what an excellent person should do, but many people have not done it in real life. For example, if this person has made achievements, he should let others know. If others don't know, he will be unhappy, as if living for others.

A person should live for himself, live wonderfully and live happily. Life is too short for others to know your achievements. If you remain unhappy, you will be unhappy all your life. Comparatively speaking, it is better to be happy. Don't worry, because people don't know. What do you care? You don't live for others. This wisteria waterfall slowly flows through my heart. Flowing, flowing, took away the anxiety and sadness that were directly pressing on my heart. Why do people have anxiety and sadness is because there is no simplicity, happiness and all the beautiful qualities of wisteria. Wisteria inspired the author: Don't worry about all kinds of things, being happy every day is the most important thing. Wisteria Falls is really a good article.

9. Imitate Wisteria Falls and write a short essay of not less than 550 words. As soon as autumn comes, I smell a faint fragrance in the air, which seems far and near. A moment shallow, a moment light, a moment light, a moment deep. I followed the fragrance and finally found the osmanthus hidden in the green leaves.

How time flies! It's the season of osmanthus in full bloom again. There are piles of green flowers, dotted with clusters of beige flowers, hanging on the branches, a bit like vines in the wrong season, but more fragrant than vines. Carefully push away the branches and leaves, you can clearly see the delicate appearance of the floret. The small stamens and petals are surrounded by four petals, like a small spoon surrounded by them, but unfortunately they fall off when touched. Look, she grinned, and the fragrance became stronger.

I like sweet-scented osmanthus, like its humble appearance, so small, but still so delicate. It never grows rough because it is petite. It is like a firefly, an epiphyllum, a cicada, and many tiny but serious lives. I looked at the way it smiled at the sun and thought of myself. I asked myself: Do you have such courage? Do you have such enthusiasm? Do you have such perseverance? I always complain that I have too much homework. I always complain that I don't play enough. I never thought about how to live my life well. However, in this small osmanthus, I seem to see the direction. I want to learn the spirit of osmanthus, its sincerity, its tenacity and its efforts, so that my life has no regrets.

I like sweet-scented osmanthus, and I like its just right fragrance. I've smelled so many flowers that they can't compare with osmanthus. Smelling the fragrance of osmanthus, it feels like smelling a century-old wine, and my heart is getting drunk. During the Spring Festival, I like to eat Yuanxiao made of wine best. The faint taste of osmanthus makes me reluctant to swallow.

I like sweet-scented osmanthus, and I want to be a sweet-scented osmanthus person, ordinary but not mediocre, tiny and full of strength.

10. I can't help but stop writing a composition of not less than 550 words, imitating Wisteria Waterfall.

I have never seen such a blooming vine. I saw a brilliant lavender, falling from the sky like a waterfall, with no beginning and no end. It's just a deep and shallow purple, as if flowing, laughing and growing. On the big purple banner, there is a little silver light, just like splashing water.

A closer look shows that it is the brightest part of each purple flower, flirting with the sun. Spring has faded here, and there are no people enjoying flowers and no butterflies around bees.

Some are sparkling and blooming vines on this tree. Flowers are next to flowers, one after another, pushing each other around, so lively! "I have blossomed!" They are laughing.

"I have blossomed!" They shouted. Every ear of flowers blooms above and waits for release below.

The color is light and dark, as if purple has settled down and settled in the tenderest and smallest bud. Every blooming flower is like a small full sail with a sharp bottom.

The cabin is bulging, like a smile that can't help laughing, and it is about to open. What's the fairy dew and honey? I leaned over and picked one.

But I didn't pick it. I have no habit of picking flowers.

I just stood and stared, feeling that this wisteria waterfall was not only in front of my eyes, but also flowing slowly in my heart. Flow, flow, take away the doubts about life and death and the pain and suffering that have been pressing on my heart all these years.

I am immersed in the brilliance of this dense flower, and there is nothing else for the time being, only peace of mind and happiness of life. In addition to the brilliance, there is a faint fragrance here. The fragrance seems to be light purple, and it covers me gently like a dream.

It suddenly occurred to me that there was a big wisteria outside my house more than ten years ago. It climbed high beside a dead locust tree, but the flowers were never sparse. A bunch of flowers hung on the treetops of things alone, as if observing and testing something. Later, even the sparse flower clusters disappeared.

Other wisteria frames in the garden were also pulled down and fruit trees were planted. At that time, it was said that there was an inevitable relationship between flowers and life corruption.

I once thought regretfully: There are no vines here. After all these years.

The vines are blooming again, and they are full and dense. The purple waterfall is covered with dense branches like Wolong, and it keeps flowing, flowing and flowing to people's hearts. Flowers and people will encounter all kinds of misfortunes, but the long river of life is endless.

I touched the little purple flower hut, which was filled with the wine of life. It is full of sails, sailing on the river full of flowers. It is one of ten thousand flowers, and it is by each flower that a splendid ten thousand flowing waterfall is formed.

In this faint purple light and faint purple fragrance, I feel that I have accelerated my pace.