One branch, one leaf and one world composition

No matter in study, work or life, everyone has tried to write a composition, which is a narrative method to express a theme through words. Still at a loss for composition? The following is my carefully arranged composition of one leaf and one world for your reference, hoping to help friends in need.

One branch, one leaf and one world composition 1 How big a sky can a hand hold up? How many wisps of floating rain can one hand cover? It rained like tears, and I stood at the window, moved and intoxicated.

A flower withers, it withers, a leaf falls, it falls, and nothing can keep it. Everything in time, everything depends on karma. Birth and death.

The pressure of survival makes all sentient beings have their own pains and troubles. For fame and fortune, for emotion, or for illness, there is no one who is not suffering. If you must say that you are not bitter, then this person must have extraordinary wisdom, be good at taking pleasure in suffering, and know how to dilute suffering with poetry and painting.

If it is autumn wind and falling leaves, don't lament the sadness of autumn at this moment. Second, you should see something quiet. After a spring rain, you will bend down and pick up some ginkgo leaves. You will find that these pale yellow ginkgo leaves, like a small umbrella, support it to shelter your soul from the wind and rain.

In any case, don't complain about what you have lost, but be grateful for what you have gained. Only by being grateful can we be kind to everything and have a peaceful mind.

If my epiphany comes from a kind of confusion, isn't my confusion just because of an epiphany?

Looking back, I found that all my efforts in this life were just to satisfy the people around me. In order to win others' praise and smile, I threw myself into all the patterns and all the shackles with trepidation. Halfway through, I found myself with only a vague face and a road that I couldn't turn back.

Not all people can know the meaning of fashion, not all people know how to cherish it, too many people like to divide everything into segments, and each segment comes to an end. And how much hope in the world will not end, and how much attention and thoughts will not stop after the curtain falls.

The world has given me a pair of eyes to discover beauty, and I can't waste this right. I can open my heart, close my eyes, take a deep breath happily, breathe in the breath of nature, and breathe in the ancient last romance.

A branch and a leaf make a world, you and I are in a grain of sand and you and I are in a drop of water.

A branch, a leaf and a world composition 2 Zen has a cloud: a flower, a world, a leaf and a bodhi. A grain of sand is also a microcosm of the world, and a drop of dew can also refract the light of the sun. In the ordinary subtleties, I feel that there is a hole in the world; In finiteness, it is long to feel the infinite meaning of life.

The story of a nuclear-powered ship

"A wise man named Wang Shuyuan in the Ming Dynasty" once gave Wei Xueyi a nuclear-powered ship. "Gaida Supan Chibi Cloud." The window of the ship, the figures by the window, the archers and the hand beads are all exquisite and vivid. With Wei Xueyi's explanation, people have to be surprised. Wei Xueyi's meticulous observation and meticulous observation of things make people read his articles as if they saw things, and make people deeply impressed by the superb skills of ancient craftsmen in China. Without Wei Xueyi's careful observation, how can we feel another world on a small nuclear ship?

Holy land of poetry and painting

This is the season when chrysanthemums and crabs are fat, and I think of Tao Qian. "Building a house should be people-oriented, without horses and chariots. When you ask what you can do, your heart is far away from yourself. " I have never appreciated Tao Qian's perseverance and composure. "Picking chrysanthemums under the hedge, leisurely see Nanshan. The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back. " A leisurely and unrestrained seclusion haunts my eyes. As the saying goes, "the small ones are hidden in the mountains, and the big ones are hidden in the city." Indeed, Tao Qian has a long history. Between the lines of drinking, there is a sense of transcendence. The square garden in the lower half of Nanshan is like a spotless paradise.

When the Japanese animation crew zoomed in on the towering tree that my neighbor totoro grew for the girls in the silent night, pushing Chihiro across the boundary between man and god, moving forward firmly and never looking back, and pushing the mountain beast to stroll out, when the flowers were quietly blooming at his feet, we could all feel Miyazaki Hayao's inner simplicity, tenacity and an unfailing childlike innocence, and feel that the dream was not extinguished, and the world was still full of hope.

Tao Qian felt a leisure only belonging to himself in the plain pastoral life, but it influenced generations of literati; Miyazaki Hayao described his own world of hope in his cartoons, and he was also influenced by one childlike innocence after another.

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Indeed, we often crawl at the foot of the city built in Cang Xie and are shocked by the touching power of words. A Dream of Red Mansions, the history of blood and tears of four families, what else does Cao Zhan show us compared with Baodai's love tragedy? ! Balzac's Eugenie Grandet not only shows Grandet's meanness, but also reveals the epitome of an era and a society. A Dream of Red Mansions reveals the inevitable demise of feudal society, while Eugenie Grandet reveals the extravagance and obsession of the French behind that era.

Pay attention to learning everywhere. Only by observing things from ordinary nuances can we understand the essence of things; Appreciate life from ordinary nuances, and you can better feel the meaning of life. Please feel the grand world built by one leaf!

The annual rings of a tree are the footprints of time, the withering of flowers is the law of life, the revival of grass is a strong will, and the falling of leaves is the information of the world. When a branch leaves a world, everything is its enlargement.

Father loves to grow some flowers and plants, and there are several pots of asparagus and cactus at home. Asparagus grows well, but there are no buds in cactus. I always thought it was dead.

I failed the exam a few days ago, like a withered flower, listless. On the way home, looking at the scenery outside the window, a few clouds in the sky rolled lazily and the wind blew away. The branches and leaves of the tree are covered with dust, and the dark green "head" is low. The sky was dark and scattered on the ground, bringing a chill. When I got home, there was a big meal on the table. I was surprised and said, "What's the matter?" Inadvertently glanced at my eyes, and a touch of fresh light yellow came into view. I couldn't help but open my eyes, rubbed them hard, blinked and looked intently. Ah, I'm really not mistaken. "Dad, are the flowers in bloom?" I quickly got up and walked quickly to the cactus. The thick branches and leaves of cactus are as big as my two palms, and there are a few small green thorns beside them, which are covered with dark brown "long needles" In the middle of the branches and leaves, there are two small yellow flowers covered with thumb nails. Lovely tender yellow is like the fluff of a newborn chicken, stained with a few pearl-like water drops. It is cool when touched gently with your hand, and there are some tiny fluff on it. These two little flowers are so conspicuous in the dark green covered with long needles that they poke the deepest softness in people's hearts. A few months ago, it was lifeless, but now it is so playful and lovely. My father came to me and said softly, "cactus is the most tenacious plant." In the desert, only it can grow all the time. It is the hope of travelers and the only green in the desert. "

Small thorn ball, endured the exposure of the hot sun and the invasion of the cold, but remained silent and persisted; They are the hope of travelers and the embellishment of the desert, and no matter how hard the environment is, they can't hide their inner delicacy and softness. That little body is as big as a mountain in my eyes.

The long river of life never stops, and people can't always be smooth sailing. At this time, we need to be like a boat against the current, an eagle soaring in the canyon, and a tenacious cactus in the desert. We should go forward bravely and make tortuous progress in the long river of life. A leaf falls in autumn, and greatness is seen in the details. Every leaf is a world.

When the spring breeze drives the peach buds to float to the willow tips, the swallows bring the news of spring.

When Rosa laevigata was burning with fragrance, the thunderstorm poured out the warmth of summer.

When the dead leaves flutter in the cool breeze, the grain precipitates into autumn maturity.

When Hao Han birds whimper on the gray-yellow branches, Dongmei reveals the reserve in winter.

Every grass, tree, insect and bird in nature contains a vast world and unlimited information. If you persist in every soul throb, even the smallest thing can report to you the expectation of the next moment.

"A leaf falls to know the autumn on earth" and "an almond goes out of the wall". The ancients had poems telling us not to let go of any phone call or any signal.

When the apple landed, Newton saw gravity; Grain by grain, Yuan Longping saw hybrid rice; When the cat's eye narrowed, Ouyang Xiu saw noon.

The difference between a mortal and a great man is that a great man can often see a world from a leaf, while a mortal can only see himself.

Mr. Yu's "Cultural Journey" shows people exquisite traces. Maybe you only saw the vast territory and rich resources of ancient China, but Yu Xiansheng saw the groaning and crying of ancient China. Thousands of years of history, a hundred years of shame, are displayed in front of us in that brick, tile, wall and column, and that bloody knife and gun. When visiting places of interest, do you only focus on the shock brought by such fresh old things, or do you see the vicissitudes and helplessness left by a world?

Yes, everything around you can bring you a world, even through time and space!

If you see the tolerance, wisdom and dignity that the whole world should have, then everything will not bring you inferiority and regret, but courage and self-confidence, because you see a world and your own heart!

In the darkness, there are masters of China and Japan, who risk their lives to weave lonely lights at dusk and care for the rain and dew before dawn. All sink in the west, regardless of the concentration and dilution of time, only one leaf brings you the world forever!

As long as you believe that branches and leaves contain the world, subtly contain the world, subtly contain the broad, limited and infinite. As long as you are willing, keep your eyes open and find everything around you, and put down your heart to remember every moment, then you will have the whole world!

A grain of sand, a world; A flower, a heaven, hold infinity in the palm of your hand, and eternity in an instant!

Did you get a look at him? A branch and a leaf, there is a world inside!

One branch, one leaf, one world composition 5 Dark brown, a big box, the bottom of the bookcase, old things that my mother never let me touch, but I never throw them away every time I tidy up.

Open it carefully, mildew and dust are the smells of time. There are not many things in it, scattered group membership cards, admission tickets and old photo albums and calendars. At the bottom are some notebooks, without exquisite binding, red plastic cover and yellow old paper.

Turn it gently and the scattered leaves will fall out. Is a small piece of red maple leaf, thin veins, beautiful plant specimens, as if to retain the story of that autumn. What kind of story will it be? I gently picked up the maple leaf for fear of disturbing the story in the book. It turns out that this is the graduation guest book of Mom's middle school. Every page has a black-and-white photo and a few simple messages. "I like the blackboard newspaper you run for the class best, and I like your handwriting and illustrations." "I hope you will still love to laugh and sing after 20 years." "Time flies, what you can't keep is the years, but what you can keep is the memories." They are all signed by 1990 in June.

The smiling face in each photo, with warm handwriting, makes the yellowed book come alive. At that time, the mother of the Propaganda Committee loved painting, and always drew a few strokes in the corner of the page: sailing boat, flying pigeon, tearful candle, lonely basketball stand, and often carefully pasted a fallen leaf on her notebook: green Hollyleaf, red pentagram and golden ginkgo leaf. Turn and turn, the leaves turn from yellow to green, flying all over the sky, as if returning to the green campus. A girl draws with colored chalk on the blackboard at the back of the classroom, drawing very intently.

According to my mother, her favorite things to collect when she was a child were stamps, candy wrappers and leaves. Stamps can see the world, candy paper can keep childhood, and leaves are time stories of the Spring and Autumn Period. Until now, she still likes to pick up some fallen leaves as bookmarks when walking. This kind of leaves should be washed first, then boiled, drained and pressed under the glass countertop. In a few days, you can get a leaf bookmark as thin as a cicada, with clear and flat veins. Every leaf in the sun is a butterfly, as small as a wing and as clear as a blood vessel.

When I was a child, I was always impatient with such waiting. It turns out that I don't know the memories here. One branch, one leaf, one world, one grass and one tree will always care!

I walked out of the study and said to my mother who was ironing clothes, "Mom, it's the 25th anniversary of the class reunion. Go!" Mother smoothed her broken hair from her forehead, looked at the big tree outside the window and smiled.

One branch, one leaf, one world composition, 6 hearts, one leaf and one flower, twist the world of mortals, still care about their thoughts; When there are no obstacles, look at the picture with a smile.

Is that crystal clear, rain and dew in the morning? Or the tears in my eyes when I feel lonely? When wisps of fragrance floated with the breeze and spread in the bright and clean place of the soul, I was surprised by the white flowers swaying on the green branches.

How pure! How perfect! How cute! Lightness, as if it were a small world, poured directly into the viewer's heart, dreams and memories. It is not as passionate and romantic as a rose, as fragrant as a lily, as rich and gorgeous as a peony, and as graceful and charming as a starry sky. And what it has is exactly what rouge, ordinary powder and bling partners don't have! It has a natural and quiet personality, narcissistic pride and a bunch of vitality it provides every day-an ordinary and great little jasmine flower.

I remember that it was a clear night, and the ships of the West Lake were moored above the pier, and the touch of wicker under the moon in Santan couldn't make ripples. The silent world is even a little scary, and the abrupt and hazy night of Leifeng Tower on the other side of Montenegro constitutes a slightly incongruous beauty. There are few pedestrians on the road, and even Yinger's music has already returned to the nest, without the usual joy. Walking on Su Long Causeway, I felt a little lost, as if I was looking for something, or wandering aimlessly. In the dead of night, the moonlight suddenly stretched the shadow behind me, and my eyes gathered on a bunch of short and unknown plants. What is in bud is the pure white stamens on the turquoise receptacle. What is this? I sifted through the names of flowers I still remember in my mind one by one, but I avoided them without exception ... After that, I told my grandmother the shape and appearance of flowers, and she thought for a moment, as if she were searching for something quickly in her mind. After a while, he suddenly smiled.

"That's Molly. Don't you remember that old song?"

"Oh," I nodded. "That is a fragrant and beautiful jasmine with lingering melody ..."

Since then, jasmine has become my favorite of Jiangnan water town. The world was printed in my mind by the existence of jasmine, and the misty and beautiful world in Jiangnan made my heart more nostalgic.

A small jasmine flower, without gorgeous colors and charming figure, is so popular!

Whenever I hear the familiar folk melody of Jasmine on TV, I can't help but think of the appearance of Jasmine in my mind, without dust and makeup; Buried in my heart is the beauty of Xizi Lake, a pleasant water town in the south of the Yangtze River and an aromatic world in the dark night.

Jasmine, an ordinary and great flower, is so charming!

I can't collect the whole world, but I can collect its silhouette.

From small to large, the colorful world left a deep impression on my young mind, with beautiful landscape paintings, vivid pictures and stage plays. These have always existed in the depths of memory.

I didn't choose to use painting to keep these beautiful things. Finally, I chose photography. With the passage of time and the progress of science and technology, photography is no longer as difficult as before. ...

When I was a child, my dream was to be an excellent photographer and have my own professional equipment. For this dream, I keep working hard and accumulating. It is not only the accumulation of money, but also the tempering of photography technology and one's own character.

Now my dream is calling not far away, and I am about to fly myself and soar in the free sky.

Looking back on the hardships of the past reminds me of a sentence: "I am painful but also happy." It was my father's inspiration and encouragement, as well as my perseverance that never gave up, that brought me this dream of leaving a silhouette.

Growing up, my father left me many photos of what happened this year every year. There are crying, laughing, beauty and ordinary. These are my stories, whether wonderful or not, they are my branches and leaves, thus forming my little world.

Now I can also collect those subtle things, those branches and leaves, to build my own world. Although the world is so vast and I am so small, photography has brought me the possibility of leaving the "world". I always pay attention to the "world" around me and never forget my dreams.

You can see the whole leopard in one place. This sentence is quite applicable to my "world". If you want to savor those works again, there are failures, which are buds in the "world" and full of vitality; There is another thing worth reflecting on, that is, the dead leaves in the "world".

My world is as colorful as the whole world. Now the silhouette and the imprint of my childhood overlap, with similarities and different characteristics. They are all my spots and my leaves.

What I can do now is not to give up my dream, my future and my world.

A leaf and a world composition 8 Buddha said, "A leaf and a bodhi, a flower and a world."

In this vast nature, there will always be those little creatures that will move you endlessly. The vast universe is so big that a fallen leaf will touch your homesickness. A branch leaves a world and looks at a fallen leaf outside the window, and you will enter another romantic and long world.

How much do we know about a wide world? How ignorant we are compared with the vast universe. But human beings have infinite wisdom, so we are not afraid. The world itself is great wisdom, and a leaf is our door to wisdom.

A fallen leaf, let us understand this romantic season; A little ant surprised us at the power of unity.

Life is short. It is impossible for us to try all kinds of life in this short life, but we can focus on small things, perceive the world and understand the philosophy of life.

When an almond goes out of the wall, it will blossom in all love.

The lake is rippling with blue waves, and you know the soft autumn wind is coming.

When a goose feather snowflake falls, you will know that winter has come to love songs.

Just as westerners talk about China culture, they naturally associate it with oriental culture.

Standing at the crossroads of life, staring quietly, the road ahead is tortuous, but it leads to tomorrow's glory. Looking back at the road, footprints record every fall and trip. Of course, there was laughter all the way. There are oases and deserts on the road of life, prosperity and desolation, wind and rain, birds and flowers, the joy of blooming and the sadness of dying. ...

Dissolving the moon, the faint wind is like flowers, but there is always a moment when the wind floats in Wan Li; Autumn wind is rustling, gold leaves fall, and fallen leaves return to their roots, giving birth to new life. Just as the flowers float away and the leaves take root, life always has its place, and everything in the world always has its laws.

In Talking about Life, Bing Xin once realized: "The universe is a big life, and we are a breath in the cosmic atmosphere. Rivers flow into the sea, and fallen leaves return to their roots. We are a leaf and a drop of water in a great life. Not every river can enter the sea, and those that don't flow will become dead lakes. Not every seed can become a tree, and those that don't grow will become empty shells. Life is not always happy, nor is it always painful. Happiness and pain complement each other. We should thank life in happiness and life in pain. Happiness is exciting, but pain is not beautiful. " Yes, a flash in the pan and a moth to the fire are all instantaneous actions that make life brilliant. An epiphyllum, a moth and a little creature let us know that life is worth paying.

Crucially, we can see the leopard from the inside, so as to know the world and life.