Wisteria Falls Imitation Composition 8

1. Imitation of Wisteria Falls requires more than 8 words.

I have never seen it so tenacious in life, only a touch of new green, dotted with a kind of life color on the weather-beaten branches. It is not obvious, not to mention eye-catching, but in my mind, he is shining under the sunshine. Go forward, gently touch, 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 next to them. Some of them are not fully stretched and rolled together, and the top is reddish brown, like a shy little girl.

The sweet-scented osmanthus has faded here, and there are no friends to stop and watch in this small plant world at home, and there is no faint fragrance. There is it, the rubber tree that has been with me for ten years. It's so humble that it can't even compare with a small flower with no name. But it is still growing. Under the cruelly broken wound, one piece, two pieces ... a touch of new green is quietly emerging, and they are competing with each other, bringing people a new breath.

"I have regained my hope of life!" They are laughing.

"I have regained my vitality!" They shouted excitedly.

touching the slender but tall and straight branches gently with your hands, a sense of vicissitudes of life and sincere admiration come to mind. I silently stared at this insignificant rubber tree, 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 has taken away all my troubles and unhappiness, and the heavy burden that has been pressing on my heart. What is left for me is a kind of joy and encouragement to regain confidence.

I can't help thinking that ten years ago, it came to our home for the first time and grew up with me. It watched me grow up, and I formed a deep friendship with it. But a few months ago, it was cut off by the waist. I once thought regretfully, perhaps, it will never flourish as before!

Seeing that it finally sprouted, and it was full of vitality, my heart was full of joy, and that touch of new green flowed slowly in my heart.

flowers and people will encounter all kinds of setbacks, but the long river of life is endless. I touched the cheek-like tender leaf again. It rose 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 seemed to be driving a boat and began to explore knowledge ... 2. Imitating the composition of Wisteria Waterfall

Lilac is not as elegant as peony, graceful as magnolia, and dazzling as Spring Festival, but it will always be so beautiful in my heart.

Lilacs are elegant, quiet and beautiful. Lilac is like a little girl reading a book, with many refreshing flowers and heart-shaped leaves pinned to her head.

Many people smell the delicate fragrance of lilac flowers every day, but they ignore its existence. It is so amazing that it is so small but emits such a rich fragrance! If you look closely at clove, you will find that the bark of clove is dark brown, the flowers are lavender and white, and the flower shape is cross-shaped. A flower is only half the size of a child's fingernail. That time, I picked one out of curiosity and smelled it. It's strange that there is no fragrance! It turns out that only hundreds of small lilacs gather in a bunch, and the fragrance is so strong.

I think people are the same. Many people make great efforts, and the strength of one person is insignificant, but it is irresistible to gather the strength of hundreds or thousands of people. I want to be a person like lilac when I grow up.

& N ninth composition network zuowen.qc99 original composition bsp；; I love lilac, its elegance, its beauty, its quietness, its refreshing fragrance and the spirit of unity of lilac. 3. Imitation of Wisteria Waterfall Composition of 85 words

-Imitation of "Waterfall" I haven't seen magnolia before, but I smell magnolia fragrance first, as if the thin spring rain moistens everything, and like a burst of spring breeze passing over my cheeks.

turn around and look around, ah! Saw a magnolia tree! This scene can't be compared. There are white clouds floating in the blue sky. Approaching the magnolia tree and looking up, it's so beautiful, a white marble wall! From time to time, a gust of wind blows it like a boat, like a butterfly, like a swallow.

(Dad: When the child is doing Chinese exercises today, there is a parody sentence, which comes from the second lesson of the third grade next semester, "Waterfall", which is blown like smoke, fog and dust by a gust of wind from time to time. Let the children go to the yard to see the magnolia or weeping willows on the roadside. They chose the magnolia because they didn't want to run away. After watching it for a while, they came back and told me that "the falling petals are like boats, butterflies and birds-"like boats, like butterflies, like birds ",which is not easy to read. After explaining, they changed to" like sails, like butterflies, like swallows ".

I think it's very good. I suggest that he imitate Waterfall. First guide the children to analyze the original text: I haven't seen the waterfall yet/I heard the sound of the waterfall first/it seems to be a cascade of surges ashore-I have to ask the voice before I see the person; The mountain road suddenly turned/ah! I saw the whole waterfall/this scene can't be compared/a thousand feet of green hills are lined with a silver-write a panoramic view again; Standing at the foot of the waterfall, looking up/how great it is, a pearl screen/a gust of wind from time to time/blowing it like smoke, fog, dust-it feels like approaching.

Tell the children that the whole article is that you are traveling in the mountains and climbing, and suddenly you hear the sound of waterfalls, go ahead and turn around, see waterfalls, and then go under them to see waterfalls and take pictures. Therefore, it is also possible to write magnolia flowers. You can smell the fragrance in the yard first, then look for it again, look at it nearby, and see the scene of petals falling. You can shake the tree. ) 4. Imitating the composition of Wisteria Falls is beautiful and better. 6 words

Plum blossom, plum blossom, is extremely ordinary.

Some people admire the magnificent sea, some people admire the boundless sky, some people praise the trees soaring into the sky, and some people feel the dazzling array of specialties. But I like this unknown plum blossom.

Plum blossoms are not as beautiful as peony, delicate and flashy roses, colorful roses and elegant lotus flowers. However, I prefer this plum blossom with a proud frost.

In winter, the cold brings snowflakes to the earth, and the bare mountains turn white, the trees with no leaves turn white, and the road in front of the door turns white. Only on the distant cold mountain, plum trees are faintly visible, bearing flowers and bones, waiting for the cold wind to bud.

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 flowers are white as snow, red as fire, yellow as gold, pink as chardonnay ... Bing Xin jade bone in the cold wind.

When I smell it carefully, I can't help but see an aroma coming at me. It is fragrant, elegant and fresh, and suddenly makes people feel relaxed and happy ... "The fragrance of plum blossoms comes from bitter cold", and the cold wind blows the plum blossoms; It is the setting sun of 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 move out of the warm basin, plum blossoms wither, but they offer delicious plums and contribute all their strength to mankind ... However, the indomitable spirit of plum blossoms makes me even more amazed. Since ancient times, it, pine and bamboo have been praised as "three friends who are old and cold", and they have always competed with poets for poems, painters for paintings, artists for sculptures and tourists for yearning.

When summer comes to an end and winter comes, it fights against the cold in the wind, survives frost and snow, and lasts for four seasons, which fully embodies the strong vitality of plum blossom that is not afraid of difficulties and pressure. This is a kind of 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 and snowy world. They are like pines and autumn chrysanthemums, but more like wintersweet.

They silently dedicated their lives in a harsh environment. Don't they have the quality of plum blossom? Without them, where would we be today? Thinking about thinking about it, a feeling of admiration for plum blossoms arises spontaneously ... Gardenia is in the autumn and dusk.

a wisp of floating red leans on the horizon, unwilling to return for a long time, and it seems to miss this colorful and helpless world of mortals. Since ancient times, every autumn has been sad and lonely.

Now, when autumn comes again, I suddenly look back and find that this is the third autumn after the death of my beloved grandfather. Over the years, whenever I think of the little things I got along with him when I was a child, tears will flow disobediently.

I still remember the day when my grandfather left, and the holy gardenias fell all over the earth. I fell in love with gardenia for no reason. I fell in love with its fragrance, its purity, its melancholy ... Melancholy? Melancholy! In the past, melancholy was so far away from me.

after my grandfather left, I suddenly found a veil of melancholy hanging over me, just like a banana after the autumn rain dusk. Maybe sometimes I will smile, but I can't hide the sadness in my heart.

in my impression, my grandfather called gardenia a close friend. He once earnestly warned me: be like this gardenia, don't covet the colorful things that don't belong to you, just silently dedicate your own fragrance.

At that time, that ignorant little boy could not understand the true meaning of this sentence, but today, when I read this motto of life, my grandfather left me irrevocably, leaving his lifelong education career and his best friend, Gardenia. That year, my grandfather suddenly fell ill in bed, and it was a cancer that was extremely difficult to treat.

I'd rather it was me when I saw him lying in a hospital bed in pain! I thought of gardenia, but it was the season when gardenia withered, and I racked my brains but couldn't help it. Helpless! Grandpa still can't see his best friend in pain. What should I do? I ran to the courtyard and picked up the petals of blowing in the wind one by one.

it seems that only glue can restore them to their original appearance. I think my grandfather will be very pleased when he sees gardenia, and his illness may get better.

that morning, I meticulously did this boring work, and finally finished these "gardenias" in the afternoon. I held them very carefully and dedicated them to my grandfather.

Sure enough, my grandfather was very pleased, and then there was a trace of melancholy in his eyes. Slowly, my grandfather cried like a child. When I asked him why, he shook his head but didn't answer-did he see through my trick? I told a lie, a fine and beautiful lie.

I was very happy that day. I gave my miserable grandfather a little comfort. But now that I think about it, I regret it again. I made my grandfather, a strong man all his life, shed tears in his twilight years, and my conscience was greatly condemned.

I thought this lie was perfectly woven by me, but not long after, my grandfather suddenly called me to his bed, and he said to me, "Good grandson, shouldn't the gardenias have withered at this time?" My face turned red, and he saw through my lies! He went on to say, "I'm glad you can do this. Even though it's a lie, it's beautiful. I have to thank you!" " Late that night, my grandfather left sadly. I didn't cry, but my heart ached. Those "gardenias" were placed in front of my grandfather's coffin, which accompanied my grandfather through the journey of life.

it's happy, and so is grandpa. This lie has been lingering in my heart for a long time. Maybe it will be eternal in my heart.

When autumn comes, I learn to enjoy loneliness. When I am lonely, I always think of my grandfather, the lie and the gardenias. 5. Write a 6-word composition by imitating the Wisteria Falls (to write about one's own experience)

Osmanthus fragrans has never seen such a tenacious life, only seeing a touch of new green on the weather-beaten branches, which is not obvious, not to mention striking, but in my mind, he is shining in the sunshine.

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

There is it, the rubber tree that has been with me for ten years. It's so humble that it can't even compare with a small flower with no name.

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

"I have regained my vitality!" They shouted excitedly. Gently touching the slender but tall and straight branches with your hands, a sense of vicissitudes of life and sincere admiration come to mind.

I silently stared at this insignificant rubber tree, 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 has taken away all my troubles and unhappiness, and the heavy burden that has been weighing on my heart. What is left for me is a kind of joy and encouragement to regain confidence.

I can't help thinking that ten years ago, it came to our home for the first time and grew up with me. It watched me grow, and I also formed a deep friendship with it. But a few months ago, it was cut off by the waist. I once thought regretfully, perhaps, it will never flourish as before! Seeing that it has finally sprouted, and it is full of vitality, my heart is full of joy, and that touch of new green is flowing slowly in my heart.

flowers and people will encounter all kinds of setbacks, but the long river of life is endless. I touched the cheek-like tender leaf again. It rose 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 seemed to be driving a boat and began to explore knowledge. 6. write an article modeled after wisteria Falls, with a title of no less than 5 words. < P > Not long ago, a pot of epiphyllum I took good care of died during my business trip.

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

suddenly, it seems to be alive, and it caressed me back. I was excited, and it was still alive! But then I never felt anything. It seems that this is just a fluke. It really seems to leave this piece of land I have cultivated for it. Its soul only comes back at the moment when 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. I paced in the crowded greenhouse.