Side description imitation essay

1. Write an essay with a side profile

Friendship is drinking Kung Fu tea and tasting tea ceremony! Friends are like fragrant tea, which calms and strengthens people; friends are the eternal wealth in life, and sincerity cannot be blasphemed. The right amount of tea meets the water that suits you, and the tea meets the person that suits you. The tea, water, and people meet because of fate, which makes people feel a kind of feeling when drinking tea, which is the feeling that they always thought they could. If you don’t take away a cloud, when you are desperate, you will find that you are still holding the tail of the cloud tightly in your hands.

What is friendship? You may be surprised that I don't even understand friendship, but what I deeply understood and truly understood its meaning was after that incident.

At noon that day, the sun was still spitting out tongues of fire, shining fiercely on the earth, as if it was going to scorch the earth. Because of this, Cao Qing, Yu Pei and I hid under the shade of a tree and danced rubber bands. We were jumping rubber bands and discussing the weather. Cao Qing said: "The weather forecast said it will rain today. I think he is lying." I also supported her point of view. Yu Pei said: "How can the weather be so good? "It looks like it's going to rain."

But at the end of the second class in the afternoon, the weather was not good, and the weather forecast was biased. After a while, the sky became overcast, and we hurriedly ran into the classroom. A ray of silver light pierced the sky, Thunder God blew a whistle, and the rain girl spilled the best and most pearls.

After school, everyone "went their separate ways". As for me, I stood alone on the roadside outside the school, hoping that the rain would stop, because according to the distance and distance from my home, I ran slow enough for me to take a long bath. Suddenly, an umbrella blocked the sky above my head. When I turned around, it turned out that my good friend Zhao Mary was behind me. She smiled sweetly and said, "Come, let's go home together." I was so happy that I walked into the rain chatting and laughing with her, throwing away all my worries.

In a short while, we will reach the fork. It seems that I can only give it a try. I was about to rush into the rain when she suddenly said: "Here, you can hold this umbrella." I said: "How can this be done? Won't you get wet?" But she smiled: "It doesn't matter. My home is close, and you can get there in just a few steps. Your home is far away, so you should go home quickly, otherwise your parents will be anxious. "I was so moved that I didn't know what to say, but I still said it when I heard it." Thanks".

Along the way, my heart was heavy and full of friendship. 2. A composition imitating the side description of "Wind and Rain"

Walking through the Wind and Rain

Life is always uneven, it is like a sudden storm; it is like the vast sea with turbulent waves; it is like pavement A forest full of thorns. But every time I walk through the ups and downs with perseverance and tenacity, I will always see the long-lost rainbow.

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My math scores in the class have always been among the best, but that midterm exam made me feel ashamed. Reflecting quietly, I was paralyzed and despised before the exam. But I never expected that the exam paper looked like Simple questions are full of traps. After the results were announced, I was completely ashamed when faced with a score of 67! Looking at others dancing and dancing with pride, I was really angry and hateful. I lost so miserably! On the way home, I was drenched in the bitter rain, and there was a lingering haze in my heart. I locked myself in the room alone, and shed tears of regret behind my back... "You said a little pain in the wind and rain is nothing. Wipe away your tears and don’t ask why!” At this time, a sonorous and powerful song sounded in my ears... Yes, what does this little wind and rain mean? I must go through the wind and rain and win with my efforts!

Working hard and trying hard to rise again 3. Write a composition using positive and side descriptions

This morning, I came to the long-lost composition interest class with great interest.

I walked to the door of the composition class, and as soon as I opened the door, I was shocked by the messy image in front of me: tables and chairs were placed in a haphazard manner, and there were chalk dust and small white papers everywhere on the ground. Tablets, chalk, and plastic bags were scattered everywhere. I thought: Why is the classroom like this after not seeing each other for a few weeks? As soon as the students came in and saw the classroom like this, they all turned around and ran away.

How can we create a good writing environment in such a mess? Everyone finally decided to clean the classroom before going to class. So the action begins... First, division of labor.

Since the male students are strong, the two male students were given the task of setting up the table and chairs, as well as tidying up the table. Because the female students are very careful, they are responsible for sweeping the floor and wiping the tables.

After the division of labor was completed, everyone got busy. The male classmate laboriously moved the table, which kept making squeaking noises; the female classmate swept the floor carefully, and soon the "snowflakes" were cleaned up.

Just when everyone was about to breathe a sigh of relief, the careless male classmate accidentally dropped the chalk dust on the ground! The female classmate kept blaming him for destroying the fruits of her labor, even though the male classmate kept apologizing. The male classmate had no choice but to sweep the "recycled snow flakes" on the ground into the trash can.

Seeing this, the female classmate no longer cared about it and smiled knowingly.

At this time the teacher came, and she was surprised to find that we were diligently sweeping the floor.

But the teacher didn’t come in. She stood at the door, looked at us with a smile, and added a few words of praise from time to time: "You guys are so attentive to your work!" "It's very clean!" or a few more Guidance: "It's not clean enough here." "It's not a good idea to put the table here!" It's like a commander directing our work.

Finally it was cleaned. The classroom now was very different from the classroom before cleaning: the floor was clean, the tables and chairs were arranged in an orderly manner, and there was no trace of chalk dust on them. It was different from the original classroom. What a stark contrast! Seeing the fruits of their hard work, the students all smiled happily... 4. A 600-word junior high school composition imitating spring and autumn. Positive description, side description, and contrast

Spring is so full of vitality; spring is so beautiful and elegant; spring is so naughty and cute; Spring is so colorful...

Spring arrives quietly, and everything revives. Xiaocao couldn't wait to stick his head out and look around. Wild flowers of various colors bloom in the green and very cute grass. The wild flowers are so beautiful. There are clusters here and there. There are red flowers, yellow flowers, green flowers, blue flowers, purple flowers and white flowers. They are colorful and dazzling. Those flowers are gorgeous in red, dazzling in yellow, gentle in blue, brilliant in purple, and peaceful in white. Surrounded by green grass, there is a unique beauty.

Spring arrives quietly and everything grows. With the sound of thunder and rain, the willow trees sprouted their buds, just like drops of green water falling on the willow branches. From a distance, they looked like a light green ocean. After several spring rains, the spring bamboo shoots are also growing upwards, and the "clothes" are taken off one after another. It is true that the bamboo shoots are growing taller and taller in spring! Swarms of swallows also came back with scissor-like tails. Some of them stopped on the wires, and some flew gently over the water, chirping happily, as if they were playing a "Song of Spring".

Looking from a distance, the mountains are covered with greenery and colorful colors, including dark green trees, light green buds, white pear blossoms, pink peach blossoms, and golden rapeseed flowers. Especially the rapeseed flowers become more dazzling and charming under the genial and warm sunshine. The farmer uncles on the mountain are also working hard in the fields in the spring breeze and drizzle...

Spring is a beautiful season; spring is a wonderful season; spring is a wonderful season. In spring, everything revives and is full of vitality. Spring is so great... 5. A 600-word landscape composition with side description

The wind carries the rain stars, as if searching for something on the ground, bumping randomly to the east and west.

"It's raining!" a classmate shouted. I saw a drizzle falling outside the window, and the small raindrops seemed to be playing a small waltz. I couldn't help but be tempted by the world outside the window. The sky was raining tirelessly, and the hazy rain and fog gently covered the entire campus. The rain fell from the sky like thousands of silver threads, gently hitting the windows to form a beautiful bead curtain.

When school was over, we came to the front hall of the teaching building and saw that the school entrance was colorful and dense. Oh, those are the umbrellas held by parents. So I passed five levels and defeated six generals, and finally squeezed into my father's car... After a while, the rain became heavier, as if it wanted to block every passerby. ...It was almost night time when the rain stopped.

The next morning, the continuous spring rain started again. The raindrops were like thin embroidery needles, piercing every corner, falling on the leaves, and spinning around like beads. At this time, the city was immersed in tranquility, and my heart calmed down.

After the rain, the willows turned green, and on the green grass, various flowers bloomed in the rain. Roses, roses, winter jasmine, lilies... there were several of them. They were sitting together, as if they were comparing beauty, and they seemed to be discussing how to show people a more beautiful spring. This is really "good rain is in season, when spring happens. Sneak into the night with the wind, moistening things silently!" ”

Rain is weak, the lightest thing in the world, and cannot knock the heavy reinforced concrete building. The tiled house is different. Raindrops tinkling on it and immediately make a pleasant sound. People in the hut have the blessing of being close to nature in the rain. When the rain falls rapidly, the sound becomes impassioned, like a hundred horses roaring in unison or ten thousand horses galloping. The rain slows down and the sound becomes weaker. It penetrates your heart gently, like the breeze in your ears in the warm spring. The tiles seem to be specially designed for the rain. They play their due diligence, and the hearts of those who listen to the rain are overflowing. Endless affection.

People like to sit quietly and listen to the rain when their hearts are full of nostalgia and sighing. The old man with lofty ideals has the ambition of "lying down at night listening to the wind and rain, and the iron horse glaciers coming to sleep"; the late beauty has the resentment of "the yellow-leafed tree in the rain, the white-headed man under the lamp"; the lovesick lover has the ambition of "the parasol tree is also drizzling, and at dusk ", bit by bit"; the sentimental poet has the reverie of "listening to the spring rain in the small building all night, selling apricot flowers in the deep alley in the Ming Dynasty".

Rain has become a messenger for people to modify their feelings and express their wishes.

In my spare time, I was fortunate enough to return to the place where I once listened to the rain. It happened to be a light rain that day, and I heard the familiar yet unfamiliar sound of rain again. In the mist, there was a strange mood in the sound of rain, the kind that we had not communicated with for a long time.

It is thousands of miles away from me, showing me that it is unfamiliar to me, but I can feel the breath of its existence from the deepest part of my consciousness. I felt the joy of waking up from a dream and the sense of vicissitudes after being confused.

Oh, what I met in the sound of rain was actually my self that has been separated by time and space, and it was telling everything about my past. I was hesitant and asked myself: Who am I? Am I still the same person I was before?

There is a poem: "The young man is listening to the rain song upstairs, and the tent is dark with red candles. The mature man is listening to the rain in the boat, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are calling the west wind." Different life circumstances lead to different feelings about listening to the rain. However, listening to the rain is all about listening to the conversation of souls, listening to the rush of true love, and listening to the gurgling flow of time. What the sound of rain hits, apart from the echoes of the years, is also the unbearable regrets of the past and the melancholy that cannot be expressed. It seems that only in the gentle sound of rain on this tiled house can the soul breathe and life can continue.

The sound of rain is still ringing, like my real heartbeat...

A rain

When it rains, I stretch my hand out of the window and touch the Rain's heartbeat. A burst of refreshing coolness immediately purified all thoughts in my mind.

The Rainman slid down the invisible slide in the sky and fell to the ground, suddenly splashing with crystal clear water. How happy they were!

I looked at all this happily, as if I had joined their team, we danced together, and water flowers bloomed on the ground together.

A faint fragrance came from the distance, which brought me back to my basics. It penetrated deeply into my soul and was difficult to erase.

The rain suddenly stopped, and I was shocked - the rain man disappeared, the water splash disappeared, the singing and laughter disappeared, everything disappeared, I returned to the real world, I am still me , a child with flesh and bones, no longer the crystal clear Rain Man just now. Everything that happened just now seemed like a wonderful dream that was still unfinished. Oh, it will rain again, and rainmen will fall from the sky again! 6. A profile essay

At seven o'clock every morning, the familiar footsteps and the loud door-knocking sound of "Milk is coming!" are always heard in the corridor. Whenever I hear this sound, I When I knew the milkman was coming, I would get up from bed and open the door.

The milkman was an ordinary man in his 50s with dark skin. At first glance, I can tell that it is the result of being exposed to the wind and sun for many years; under his gray hair, there is a pair of small but bright eyes that remain deeply in my mind.

Because his milk is strong and fragrant, residents on many floors have ordered milk. One of them is on the sixth floor. The subscriber on the sixth floor is our home. It is 12 floors up and down. It's already very tiring if you don't take anything, not to mention that the milk bottles are round and slippery, and you will break a few bottles if you are not careful.

Winter snow covers the earth, and everything is covered with it. Silver fashion, the long and lonely winter has arrived early, but no matter it is windy or snowy, the uncle will always come to deliver milk.

In the morning, it is still as cold as ever. "The doorbell rang again. I still wanted to sleep in bed, but I had to open the door. I went to open the door slowly. When I opened the door, I saw him standing at the door as usual, smiling and wearing a coat. He was wearing a black coat and deep wrinkles on his forehead, which seemed to trap mosquitoes, but he looked very energetic. I picked up the milk bottle, but it fell heavily to the ground. I was disappointed. He said to himself: "Hey, today's milk flow is in vain! The uncle said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, I will refill the bottle today for free." "I took the milk and said thank you.

It was another cold windy morning, and this uncle came to deliver milk again. He carefully handed the milk to me. When I took the milk When I was picking up the bottle, I found that his hands had been blown to pieces by the ruthless cold wind. His skin was wrinkled and had holes like the bark of an old pine tree. His hair was trembling slightly due to the cold wind. I saw him His mouth was trembling, and he was obviously very cold, although he was still smiling. I asked him: "It's so cold, why don't you wear gloves? How about I ask dad to give you a pair?" He pointed at the bottle as he spoke: "Look, there is a layer of ice beads on the outside of this bottle. If you wear gloves, the bottle will slip off easily, and I'm used to it." "When he left, I took advantage of him not paying attention and gently put my father's black gloves in his box.

Another early morning, "Sending milk! "I called the door and saw that the hands were wearing black gloves. The other person was smiling. Of course, I was also smiling happily in my heart. 7. Profile description of the composition

1. "Spring": Peach Tree , apricot trees, pear trees, you don't let me, I don't let you, they are all full of flowers. They are red like fire, pink like clouds, and white like snow. Thousands of bees are buzzing under the flowers. They are buzzing, and butterflies of all sizes are flying around. (The first two sentences describe the abundance, color, and smell of flowers. The last sentence is a side description. The reason why bees make noise and why butterflies dance is obviously because of the gorgeous flowers. Attracted them.)

2. "Little Hero Yulai": The people in Luhua Village heard several shots fired on the river bank and said with tears, "Yulai is a good boy. He died." What a pity! "Aspiration does not depend on age." "The children in Luhua Village, Yulai's good friends Tietou and Sanzuan'er all cried when they heard the gunfire.

(These words describe how the villagers mistakenly thought that Yu Lai had been beaten to death by the Japanese, and people discussed and commented on him. This side description praises the noble character of the little hero Yu Lai’s heroic struggle against the enemy.)

3. Magic is dazzling, while "double spears stabbing the throat" is frightening. You see, the two young men strode onto the stage, saluted to the audience, and then simultaneously grabbed an iron gun with spear points at both ends, pointed the spear points at their own throats, and pushed hard together, making the gun barrels become arc-shaped, One second, two seconds... The place was extremely quiet, as if even the air was stagnant. "Child, don't risk your life! Put it down quickly!" an old woman shouted with a cry. The two teenagers didn't care, and my heart suddenly rose to my throat. Suddenly, the two of them said "Hey" at the same time, and the gun barrel was bent into a "U" shape. Everyone was stunned. After a while, people woke up. Suddenly, applause and cheers rang out... (exaggerating the thrilling atmosphere.)

4. "Ventriloquism": Suddenly When a man shouts "fire rises", the husband shouts loudly, and the woman also shouts loudly. The two children cried together. Hundreds of people shouted, hundreds of children cried, and hundreds of dogs barked. There were the sounds of pulling and collapsing, the sound of fire, the whistling of the wind, and hundreds and thousands of people shouting in unison; there were also the sounds of hundreds and thousands of people asking for help, the sound of pulling the house, the sound of snatching, the sound of splashing water... So the guests all left the table with their faces changed, and they stretched out their arms. , the two sides are fighting, almost wanting to leave first. (All their actions seem to be in a scene of fire, which is a good foil for the superb skills of the export performers.)

5. "Under the Scorching Sun and Heavy Rain": There is not a single drop of water on the road, dry. Baba is glowing white. Dust flew up high on the pavement and connected with the gray air in the sky, forming a vicious formation of gray sand that burned the faces of passers-by. It's dry everywhere, it's hot everywhere, and it's stuffy everywhere. The whole old city is like a well-fired brick kiln, making people breathless. Dogs lay on the ground and stuck out their red tongues. The nostrils of mules and horses were extremely wide. Vendors did not dare to shout. The asphalt road was bleached by the sun. Even the bronze plaques in front of the shops seemed to be bleached by the sun. The street was very quiet. Only the copper plates were on the ground. The iron shop made an anxious monotonous clang. (To highlight and exaggerate the hardships of life and inner pain of specific characters in the article.) 8. Use environmental description and side description to write a 400-word essay

There is not a cloud in the sky, not a bit of wind, and a scorching sun above your head. All the trees stood there listlessly and lazily.

The weather was sweltering and there was no wind. The thick air seemed to be frozen.

The whole city looked like The fully burned brick kilns made people breathless. The dogs lay on the ground and spit out their bright red tongues, and the nostrils of the mules and horses were extremely wide.

The blazing fire umbrellas were high in the air, making the river so hot. The fish in it didn't dare to come out of the water, the birds didn't dare to fly out of the mountains and forests, and even the dogs in the village just stretched out their tongues and panted endlessly.

That day, the weather was crazy hot. The sun just came out. , the ground was already on fire, and some gray gas that looked like clouds but not clouds, like mist but not mist, floated low in the air, making people feel suffocated.

The bird did not know where to hide; The grass and trees were all downcast, as if they were dying; only the cicada kept making broken screams from the branches; it was really broken gongs and drums cheering for the scorching sun!

The willow trees on the street seemed to be sick. The leaves were hung with dust and curled up on the branches, and the branches were motionless. The road was glowing with white light, and the vendors did not dare to shout. The glass signboard also seems to have been sunburned. 9. An essay imitating the profile of "Wind and Rain" to describe the strong wind

The sky is like a child's face, changing at a moment's notice. Just a moment ago, it was clear sky and the sun was shining brightly. As the clouds gathered and the wind roared, I had no choice but to take off my roller skates and hide under the promenade of the Hongqiao Greenbelt to take shelter from the wind.

Hey, the wind was so strong, it whizzed through my ears, a bit like the music in the freeze-frame of a horror movie. I shivered, and I saw rows of willow trees whistling. The wind blew to the left and to the right for a while, as if it was busy giving gifts to people from left to right; the blooming rose flowers suddenly lost their beauty and shivered non-stop, looking very "helpless", which made people feel love and pity. It means; the most spectacular thing is the large green lawn, which is swaying back and forth uniformly amidst the "whooshing" of the strong wind, like doing a large-scale "group gymnastics". I think they really enjoy it. Hey, there are many goldfish under the bridge over there because the strong wind has "ruffled" the lake water, and they are also scurrying around irritably, looking like they have no owner. I took out the bread I brought with me and sprinkled it little by little. In the water, as expected, a large group of fish gathered happily. I was proudly watching the goldfish fight for food, and a stronger wind blew towards me. I lost my footing and staggered. Look at the lake. There are no shadows of goldfish anywhere. Could it have been "blown" away by the strong wind? ! I shook my head, "Hurry! Hurry! Hurry! It's raining," my mother urged loudly. Braving the wind and rain, I changed from a trot to a sprint. Finally, when the parking lot arrived, I bent down and gasped..." The light rain in March is pitter-patter, pitter-patter, pitter-patter, pitter-patter, pitter-patter, pitter-patter, pitter-patter, pitter-patter, pitter-patter, pitter-patter, pitter-patter, pitter-patter, pitter-patter, pitter-patter, pitter-patter, pitter-patter, pitter-patter, pitter-patter, pitter-patter, pitter-patter, pitter-patter, pitter-patter, pitter-patter, pitter-patter, pitter-patter, pitter-patter, pitter-patter, pitter-patter, pitter-patter, pitter-patter, pitter-patter, pitter-patter, pitter-patter, pitter-patter, pitter-patter, pitter-patter, pitter-patter, pitter-patter, pitter-patter, pitter-patter, pitter-patter, pitter-patter, pitter-patter, pitter-patter, pitter-patter, pitter-patter, pitter-patter, pitter-patter. 10. Frontal description composition and side description composition

Autumn Colors "Autumn wind is mixed with autumn rain, and the night is cool. There is a constant whistling, and the fallen leaves dance leisurely." Yes! The autumn wind blows and the autumn rain passes by. Mother Qiu is busy covering the trees with gold.

Looking from afar, it looks like a vast "golden sea". The autumn wind swept by, and the leaves fell one after another. Some danced like butterflies; some spread their wings like orioles and flew; some spun lightly like dancers.

The fallen leaves on the ground are like a thick golden blanket. Although autumn is not as lively as spring when flowers are in full bloom, nor is it as lively as summer when trees are shaded, it attracts people with its attractive autumn colors and golden fruits.

I love to see the bright moon on the Mid-Autumn Night; I love to see the beautiful autumn chrysanthemums in Yingze Park; I love to see the neatly lined up geese heading south; I love to see the clear Fen River water reflecting the blue sky; and I love to see pearls even more. The granaries are piled with grains, and the branches are covered with heavy apples. In autumn, the chrysanthemums stand proudly against the cold wind, graceful and graceful.

There are red, white, yellow, purple and pink.

Colorful and beautiful in autumn. Isn't there a saying that says, "Chrysanthemums are not preferred among flowers, and there will be no more flowers after all the flowers have bloomed."

In autumn, Jiewei Mountain is covered with red leaves, as red as flames, like sunset glow, as if they disdain the cold autumn. It is really " Frost leaves are as red as February flowers.” How can we not love these beautiful autumn colors! Entering autumn We enter autumn. The ears of rice, sunflowers, apples, grapes, corn, and sorghum are all mature, and the beautiful wild chrysanthemums are also fragrant in the fields.

The ears of rice are mature, and the golden face is like a beautiful piece of gold, shining in the sun. The sunflowers are mature, and they all bow their heads and bend over, as if they are walking with their backs bent.

The apples were cooled by the autumn wind, and everyone wore a red cotton-padded jacket, as if red lanterns were hung on every branch. every branch.

The grapes were also cooled by the autumn wind, and each one of them was covered with a purple robe, as if the grapes were also blown by the autumn wind. Like beautiful purple pearls, the strings are so beautiful! Corn held up the red tassel and opened her mouth happily, as if she had forgotten all the worries of the summer. Gao Liang smiled with a red face, opening his mouth from ear to ear as happily as if he had been praised by others.

The wild chrysanthemums are also fragrant in autumn. I walk on the paths in the fields and gently smell the fragrance of the wild chrysanthemums. They are as beautiful and beautiful as roses, honeysuckles, morning glory and cactus flowers. In autumn, there are those golden ears of rice, yellow sunflowers, fiery red apples, purple grapes, yellow corn, and red sorghum. It is so beautiful! ah! How colorful autumn is! How glorious you are! How noble you are! You are not only a season of beauty, but also a season of harvest.

I want to thank autumn, because autumn brings us food and fills the world with beauty. ah! Autumn, how great you are! Sunset After dinner today, my friends and I were playing in the yard. We played for a while, and when we were tired, we lay down on the soft sand and looked at the sky. Suddenly, a piece of sunset floated into my sight, and I looked around I looked at it and saw more sunset glow. I looked carefully and found that the sunset glow looked like many things.

Some sunsets are like an old hen, with little chicks covered with yellow feathers. Behind them, there is a piece of sunset chasing closely like a vicious dog. Suddenly, the hen turns around and goes away. The hen turned around and pecked the evil dog, driving it away. Some sunsets are like a dozen horses. They are galloping on the field, seeming to be competing with who can run the fastest. After a while, a horse crosses the finish line first. It is the strong one among the horses, and it is the horse. The leader of the group. I want to be the first no matter what I do in life and not fall behind others.

Some sunsets look like a few children playing together. Sometimes they play in the river; sometimes they pick up stones by the river; sometimes they wrestle under the shade of the trees, and sometimes they pick fruits on the trees... They play So happy. The sunset is so beautiful, why didn’t I notice it before? Grandpa’s courtyard In the early morning, a burst of birdsong like silver bells awakened the sleeping earth.

I opened my sleepy eyes, put on my clothes, and came to my grandpa’s farmyard. I looked up at the sky, and the white fish belly appeared in the east. The small courtyard gradually came alive with the rising sun.

Look, the rooster walked up to the courtyard wall with his head held high and his chest puffed out, and cried "Oooh"; the bird stood on the treetop and sang "Chirp" , like happy notes one by one; there is a curl of smoke from the chimney, it is so warm, I think it must be grandma starting to cook. After breakfast, the sun has risen very high.

The small courtyard suddenly became brighter. Peonies, roses, clivias... all blooming in the sunshine.

The peonies are blooming brightly, and each one looks like the bright smiling faces of children. The red, yellow and pink roses dance in the breeze, like a graceful girl.

Clivia is blooming in the corner, but it is not ostentatious, as if it is showing its gentlemanly demeanor. There is an apricot tree in the middle of the yard. It looks so tall among the flowers. It stretches its strips of paper to all sides.

On the branches, there are small oval leaves, emerald green.

Pushing aside the dense leaves, I also saw small apricots, like beating little hearts, showing us its strong vitality.

What surprised me even more was that in the clump of bamboo at the entrance of the courtyard, there was a small drop of water hanging on the tip of each leaf. I asked my grandfather why there was a crystal dewdrop hanging on each bamboo leaf.

My grandfather told me that bamboo absorbs as much water as possible at night to supply its growth needs until it reaches the leaf tips. It suddenly dawned on me that this patch of dark green was just the manifestation of its vitality.

It was gradually reaching noon, and in the moist earthy smell, I smelled waves of tangy fragrance. When I looked up, I saw that it was coming from the locust tree outside the yard.

The branches are full of white sophora flowers, like a mountain of silver. It is really like "a sudden spring breeze comes overnight, and thousands of locust trees bloom"! Bees are buzzing, adding more vitality to the courtyard.

This is my grandpa’s courtyard, a vibrant courtyard! See clearly! This is 4 articles! Don't take it for granted.