Theme composition of metaphor of things

Pay attention to the method of describing people with things, and the characteristics of the things described should be similar to people's personality. Watch the model essay on metaphor with me, I believe it can help everyone.

A candle is always cold at ordinary times However, when the power goes out, it will always stand up and drive away the darkness with its own life, bringing warmth and light to everyone. As time goes by, the white cylinder of the candle is getting shorter and shorter, but it won't let the little candle put out the flame until the last moment of life. Its short life has been dedicated to others. Every time I pick up a candle, a warm current flows all over my body. Because I am amazed and admire its spirit. This spirit is exactly what we should learn.

At the same time, I also thought of the volunteers who will serve the 2008 Olympic Games. They are also as obscure and selfless as candles. Although insignificant, their efforts are useful.

Candle, how ordinary it is and how great it is! Always giving silently. Although it is not as bright as the light, I like its spirit. When night falls, the lights of every household have been turned on. I hurried home and was about to open my schoolbag to do my homework when suddenly there was no electricity. At this moment, I remembered the half candle I suspected to have left in the corner. Because we are in the countryside, there is often no electricity. My mother will also buy more candles. Candles more than ten centimeters long are so insignificant in the eyes of others. But it can bring us two good ones. When there is no electricity, candles can bring us a glimmer of light. Kind of romantic. Some warmth. Whenever I think of candles, I think of them; "Spring silkworm with dead silk. Every night, the candle will cry in the wick. " People always compare candles to teachers. Adults. Always tell others that the life of candles will always be dedicated to mankind. But I think candles not only give us light, but also their spirit of self-sacrifice. Just like a teacher, he devoted his life's knowledge to us without reservation. Candles are great and ordinary, but a long wait can only give people a moment of light. But this is also the eternity of life. So do people. . . One night, I was doing my homework in my room and my parents were surfing the Internet. Suddenly, the lights in the room flashed a few times, and unconsciously, the lights at home dimmed. Ah, the power is out.

It's dark at home and I can't see my fingers. I'm sitting alone in a dark room, a little scared. At this moment, a lamp appeared beside the door. It turns out that my mother brought me a lamp. Mother put the candle on my desk. Suddenly, the whole room was lit by candlelight, and I was at ease in doing my homework.

Finally, I finished my homework. Just as I was leaving the room, I was surprised to find that the candle was only half burned. I sat down again and stared at the candle, watching it burn bit by bit. At this time, I was moved by the spirit of candles. It burns itself, but it brings light to people. Although it has an ordinary appearance, it has a valuable spirit. At this moment, in my eyes, it is no longer an ordinary candle, but a great person, a selfless dedication. It is not for fame and fortune, nor has it ever thought about itself, but silently let its own fire light up the darkness. It can be said that it gave its life to mankind without reservation. This is the spirit of candles.

Suddenly, the lights at home came on again. The result is a strong call. However, the candles on the table have burned out and turned to ashes. Although the life of candle is short, it brings light to people during the power failure, and its life is meaningful. At this time, I remembered a proverb: "The silkworm in spring will weave until it dies, and the candle will cry the wick away every night."

Although candles are ordinary, they have a spirit of obscurity and selfless dedication. We should be a person with candle spirit and make our contribution to the society and the country!

The calendar turns from page to page, and time flies by.

As night fell, every household turned on the lights. I was just about to open my schoolbag to do my homework when suddenly there was no electricity. At this moment, I remembered half a red candle I suspected I had left in the corner.

What a dozen centimeters long red candle is so insignificant in the eyes of others. But it can bring us benefits. When there is no electricity, red candles can bring us a little light, romance and warmth. Every time we think of candles, we think, "The silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and the candles will cry the wick away every night." I think red candle not only gives us light, but also is a spirit of dedication and self-sacrifice. Just like a teacher, he instilled his lifelong knowledge into us without reservation.

Teachers are humble candles, candles that are silently dedicated at critical moments. They sacrificed their precious youth, but they cultivated a batch of pillars for the country. Teachers are selfless, and they deserve all the praise.

I love epiphyllum.

Three years ago in the spring, my friend personally gave me a epiphyllum, which was planted in a white porcelain basin. Its branches and leaves are as blue as a sword, and the carefully tied red ribbon flutters in the breeze. I'm so happy!

Soon, according to my friend's instructions, I transplanted this epiphyllum into a flowerpot, watering it every day, loosening the soil every day and weeding it irregularly, but it grew slowly because of lack of sunshine. I'm a little impatient, but what's the use of worrying? Day after day, year after year, she never saw a bud bloom. This kind of epiphyllum grows normally, from one branch to three branches, and its leaves become thicker, which is almost three times as tall as three years old. After a long time, my mood will be indifferent. Let her go if the flowers don't bloom. I think she will always be a growing epiphyllum, as long as she can continue her life.

A few days before the Mid-Autumn Festival this year, I suddenly found that the longest branch had sprouted, and it was much bigger every other day, like a bergamot. On the thirteenth day of the eighth lunar month, I came to the flower stand to observe, and I saw the tender green buds with their heads down and their mouths slightly open. I immediately had a hunch that the epiphyllum would finally bloom tonight. At about nine o'clock in the evening, she began to drive quietly. The cylindrical calyx, which was originally soft and drooping, slowly rose upward, making a white swan look up. Then the petals slowly spread out, dancing like a jade girl with a skirt, and the fragrance burst, which was absolutely beautiful. Ah, she is the beauty under the moon!

Appreciate how to write articles that borrow things to describe people.

I have never seen this kind of epiphyllum open, and it feels mysterious. I really want to see its beauty. I used to see only the clear shadow in the painter's pen and the clear beauty in the photographer's lens, but I couldn't see her dynamic beauty and smell her fragrance. I got my wish tonight, and I was really ecstatic to see the fresh and beautiful epiphyllum in full bloom!

This kind of epiphyllum has a huge corolla, elegant and clean, elegant and elegant, and its fragrance is fresh and attractive. The bright moon is in the sky, and the family enjoys the "beautiful scenery under the moon" by the flower stand, which is the best enjoyment in this autumn.

Epiphyllum grows naturally for three years, so why care about the time? Rilke said: "If there is any victory, standing upright means everything." This is the truth of a famous saying. She doesn't bloom for one year, two years, and finally blooms in the third year. All good things in the world can blossom and bear fruit as long as they persist and persevere.

Epiphyllum's character is admirable: not eager for quick success and instant benefit, not competing with others, content with only temporary glory. Epiphyllum has strong vitality! She can live everywhere, the leaves can be green for ten thousand years, and the flowers can last for ten thousand years!

I love epiphyllum.