Grass has such a touching story. Spring is coming. After many painful struggles in the soil, it broke through the ground and ushered in the first day of sunshine and rain, breathing the first breath of fresh air, smiling and swaying freely in the breeze. It was free and easy, and the green leaves dotted the earth. No matter whether it rains or blows, it tries its best to give the most beautiful wishes and laughter to spring. The strength of the grass is touching, and its spirit of not being afraid of difficulties is inspiring. Throughout the ages, how many poets, poets and writers have praised the grass? Although its life is short, it devoted itself to spring without hesitation. Well done!
There is such a touching story on the hillside: with the ringing of the spring bell, everything on the hillside has revived as if it had been touched, and the original lifelessness has become vibrant. They all stretched themselves, washed the dust off their faces, coated them with smooth oil, and all of them were radiant. They also occupied every corner of the hillside like grabbing land, and the grass and flowers complemented each other; Butterfly bees work together; Tall trees and low trees are pitching, and these beautiful scenes are unique in harmony with other scenery.
This river has such a beautiful story: with the continuous restoration of the scenery around the river, it also wants to show its most beautiful side. It fluttered and its voice was much brighter than before. In the bright sunshine, it exudes dazzling light, as if wearing a flash suit, dazzling. The river is clear, tastes sweet and smells pure. This river! River! I didn't know you really had a gift for this.
There are many stories about spring. As long as you pay attention to the bits and pieces around you, you will find them vivid, mysterious and beautiful, which will bring you full of shock and wonder. They all exude a noble temperament and are pleasing to the eye!
Spring, a wonderful season!
2. In junior high school, I always fantasized about the blue sky, that I flew to the castle built by white clouds, that I broke through the sky, and that I held up the earth. That kind of unrestrained fantasy about freedom seems to be the master of the universe, just like a child in a cartoon, and becomes a "chosen person". Time flies. When I grow up, I will only bow my head and act quickly every day. When I shuttled between the classroom and home, I had already forgotten my childhood fantasy. No, maybe I thought I had forgotten. Early in the morning, I set foot on the road to school. Birds were chirping in the tree, and I just bowed my head and walked on, ignoring it. I even felt bird droppings on my schoolbag, and I didn't blink. My mind is full, and there is another problem in yesterday's homework. I wonder if the teacher can write. I don't know if I did well in the last exam, and I don't know if my mother will teach me a lesson again. Suddenly, I felt that my foot was entangled in something and I couldn't walk. It turned out to be a line at first glance. Along this line, I found a kite in the tree beside me. I seem to have been hit by something. The kite didn't move. But I saw it flying freely in the blue sky, through the clouds and through the atmosphere. It's like I flew into the sky, too. I feel wings growing on my back, huge wings with white feathers. I looked at it in surprise. With a slight shake, I actually flew. I flew to the treetops, across the river, accompanied by a kite. We fly together. I flew to the edge of the world and watched the sunrise and sunset. I was completely lost in fantasy and lost track of time. When I got to school that morning, I was scolded by my teacher for being late. Because my eyes never want to leave the blue sky. That's my fantasy, that's the space where I can fly my dreams. I know that there is still a proud childlike innocence in my body. It has never been submerged in the sea of books, and it has never been tired of life. It guides me to move forward with motivation and passion. I know that this arrogant childlike innocence has never left me and still controls my mind.
The author of this 600-word composition encyclopedia has a metaphor: Zhang Yuanyuan has a baby face, long curly hair and a small mouth the size of a cherry. This is my good friend Zhang Xiaoshuo.
Zhang Xiaoshuo is a helpful girl. I remember one time, Guo, Zhang Xiaoshuo and I jumped rubber bands on campus and only heard a "ouch". The three of us rushed over. It turned out that a little girl in Grade Two fell down. Without saying anything, Zhang Xiaoshuo immediately ran to the little girl, lifted her from the ground and sent her to the school hospital. After coming out of the infirmary, Zhang Xiaoshuo also comforted the little girl: "Little sister, don't cry, does it still hurt?" My sister sent it back to the classroom. ""thank you, elder sister. Which class are you in? " But Zhang Xiaoshuo didn't answer, just smiled gently.
On another occasion, Zhang Xiaoshuo and I walked hand in hand on the way home from school. As we were walking, we suddenly saw many uncles and aunts staying in a park not far away, so we ran curiously to find out, ah! It turned out that a little brother in grade one couldn't find his mother. I saw Zhang Xiaoshuo struggling to squeeze into the crowd and said to his little brother, "Don't cry, little brother, and my sister will accompany you to wait for your mother." With that, he took out a white handkerchief from his pocket to wipe his tears, but his little brother was still crying. No way, Zhang Xiaoshuo had to tell him some interesting stories. Finally, his little brother stopped crying. Zhang Xiaoshuo shouted to all of us like a commander: "Dear uncles and aunts, please go home!" I will definitely help this little boy find his mother! "The uncles and aunts cast admiring eyes on Zhang Xiaoshuo, and the crowd gradually dispersed. Zhang Xiaoshuo asked his little brother, "Little brother, do you know your home address? "The phone will do!" "Boo ... Boo, I don't know, I want my mother, I want my mother." As she spoke, she sat down on the ground and burst into tears. Zhang Xiaoshuo seemed to remember something and said to his little brother, "Little brother, can you tell your sister what your mother looks like?" "Mom has long hair and wears a big hat." Hearing this, Zhang Xiaoshuo observed passers-by more carefully. Suddenly, an aunt in a pink dress rushed over from the roadside and shouted, "Dongdong, mom is coming!" " "Holding the little boy, Zhang Xiaoshuo saw this and walked away happily.
Zhang Xiaoshuo is not only helpful, but also good at learning. She is the head of the math group in our class and the representative of our math class. Every time Miss Han gives us a problem, she always has her own solution. If you can't ask her questions, Zhang Xiaoshuo will tell you confidently until you understand.
This is my good friend-Zhang Xiaoshuo.
4. Write a short passage about life in the form of metaphor. The word count is about 600 words. Someone in life has said that life is a bitter wine, strong; Some people say that life is a dessert after dinner, which is wonderful ... Some people say that life is a bitter wine, strong; Some people say that life is a dessert, which is wonderful.
But I want to say that life is a cup of coffee, with strong bitterness, wonderful sweetness and endless aftertaste. The sweetest and happiest happiness in life, I think, is the beauty after suffering.
Life can be said to be a road. There are many forks in the road, which is the choice of life.
Few pedestrians are opportunities. Sometimes the road you choose is bumpy, but after the bumpy, you set foot on a broader and flatter road; Some roads look flat, I don't know when to fly, and I feel like I'm in a dead end. No matter how hard I struggle, there is nothing I can do. I only have one life.
Life can be described as a painting. Everyone is born with a blank sheet of paper, and the process of growing up is to draw a beautiful picture for this blank sheet of paper.
In this way, some people succeeded, while others forgot their original dream of painting. White paper and dreams became graffiti. Some people, even before they are born, their parents have drawn a blueprint for their future: some people follow their parents' wishes step by step. Although it is beautiful, it is not what you want. How can they be happy? On the other hand, breaking free from the shackles of parents' wishes and creating a blue sky of their own with their own hands may have succeeded, and the sweetness of hard work makes life more brilliant; Maybe you don't succeed, you can also face your heart frankly and face life with a smile ... Sometimes, I often think: What is this life for? Living is to pursue spiritual enjoyment.
In today's world, too many people are confused by this world, which makes people have countless desires and makes people mistake material enjoyment for spiritual enjoyment. Perhaps, material enjoyment can bring temporary happiness, but those things are always outside. As Zhu Ziqing said, "I came to this world naked, and I will go back naked", which can't be taken away or taken away. And the enjoyment of this material life will disappear in the long run.
Spiritual enjoyment is people's real wealth, it is a kind of sustenance and destination. Because of it, life is no longer empty and confused.
Take Beethoven as an example. He devoted his life to music. At the height of his career, he was deaf in both ears and lost his hearing. He didn't give up. He was accompanied by music. He wasn't alone. Music has been integrated into his spiritual life, taking root and thriving in fertile soil, which is his spiritual home.
He played the most beautiful music and the most exciting melody of life with his own heart. Live to pursue setbacks.
Frustration can give people rich experience and make us walk more smoothly on the road of life. Failure is the twin brother of success.
Only after experiencing failure can we realize that success is not easy. People grow up through setbacks, and life is better because of setbacks.
Life seems simple, but in fact it is so complicated. What is complicated is its meaning and its process: seemingly complicated, it is actually very simple, as simple as only one word "heart". Yes, only by understanding life with your heart and cherishing life with your heart can you play the most beautiful music of life.
I urgently need to use metaphors to write people's compositions. Today, my father went to work at Dabao Expressway due to illness. He wants to make money for my research.
Last night, dad ate something unusual. It seems that every bite of rice takes a lot of effort to swallow. After a while, my father put down his chopsticks and stared at us silently. After the mother noticed, she asked softly, "Why don't you eat? Is there anything wrong? " "I ... I ..." Dad trembled. "Cough!" Dad sighed and said, "I have a friend who contracted a new Dabao highway." Migrant workers are needed these days, and he can earn more than 100 every day. I want to earn some money from him. If I have passed the secondary school, I can solve the cost of starting school. " Mother looked at him lovingly and said, "Her father, you are still ill. How can I go to work? " Dad said, "I'm fine. I'll leave early tomorrow morning, don't worry. "
Mom looked at dad in surprise and said, "Tomorrow morning?" Dad's voice was weak and firm: "If you don't go to work, what about the money for starting school?" Mother said, "Don't worry about this, let's talk about it after dinner."
After listening to my parents, I was so sad that I couldn't eat any more.
Before dawn the next day, my mother and I packed my father's luggage-a worn-out shirt, an old coat, a pair of "farm shoes" and a jar my age. The simple luggage will be packed soon, and dad will leave. I looked at my father. Ah, my father is much older. A few white hairs are mixed with black hair, and deep wrinkles are engraved on his face. He is black and thin, and his eyes are stained by life and illness. Looking at this scene, I want to cry, want to get into my father's arms and cry, but I dare not cry out loud. ...
Today is the first day of my senior high school entrance examination. I wrote about my family affairs in the quiet examination room, and my ears seemed to hear my father's distant footsteps, as if I saw my mother standing at the entrance of the village watching his father's distant back. At this time, tears blurred my eyes.
Is this all right?
6. Write a 600-word composition on the appearance of others with exaggeration and metaphor [composition describing the appearance of the teacher]
Our teacher, chubby, tall and round face,
A composition describing the teacher's appearance
Wearing a pair of 800 glasses, like a doctor. The teacher has long hair. She is kind and amiable. Once, my handwriting was crooked and very ugly. Teacher Zhang kept me and asked me to write again. The teacher didn't let me go home until I was told to write neatly. I hated my teacher at that time and thought, Isn't it just a few words? Isn't writing well the same as writing badly? Why do you write over and over again? It is a waste of time to write words in a standardized way. When I got home, I told my mother why I stayed. My mother told me: "Words are a facade, from which you can see a person's character. The teacher's strict requirements are right and he is responsible for you. Your handwriting is good, it is your own, and no one can steal it. " After listening to my mother's words, I understood the teacher's intention and made me admire the teacher more. Since then, I have been like a first-grade pupil, practicing calligraphy every day, and writing neatly and regularly no matter what homework I write. After a while, my handwriting was more beautiful and standardized than before, and I was praised by the teacher many times. This is the result of teacher Zhang's strict requirements!
There is a candle in my heart that will never go out, burning the fire of life forever, full of vitality and vitality forever. Isn't this candle like a person around us who deserves our admiration? He told us the truth of being a man in class; After class, she is our good friend. If a student encounters a problem that she doesn't understand, she will teach us patiently. Yes, he is our teacher. "Candles always remind us to think of others everywhere." This may be what teachers often say!
How many pearls did the teacher drop for us in a year? What about us? However, I often make her angry. I think it's really hard, and I regret it: I, a middle school student, didn't work wholeheartedly. Teacher, I want to say to you: "You worked hard for us, worked hard;" You took us into the ocean of knowledge and swam there, which made us understand the fun in the book; You prepare your lessons carefully and enjoy the wonderful lunch in the book with us; You care about us like a good friend; Is it you, is it you, or is it you! You are like a red candle, giving all the light and heat to the younger generation! Your quality and spirit can be described in two words-burning! Keep burning! You come to give us a lecture like a talking bird. It is so colorful. Each chapter seems to open a window in front of me and let me see a colorful new world. ...
Great teacher, we admire you.
7. The topic contains metaphors. The article is an imaginary composition of 600 words. In 20 years, I will go home.
With the movement of the sun and the moon, time flies. Unconsciously, I have spent 26 spring and autumn, and I am an adult. Today, I decided to go back to my hometown to see my parents who gave birth to me and raised me.
Sitting on the brisk supersonic maglev train, I silently thought: Is the magnetic expressway connected with my hometown? Magnetic highway: a magnetic road, on which magnetic ships can pass, which can be suspended in the air due to magnetism. This magnetic rubber dinghy is round. Because of the magnetic automatic controller of the super robot, it won't touch the car. Moreover, this magnetic rubber dinghy does not use gasoline, and of course it will not emit exhaust gas. It only uses solar energy to charge, and then converts electric energy into magnetic force. It is the main means of transportation in this city. ) Is the magnetic rubber dinghy the latest model? So is my hometown. ...
Unconsciously, ten minutes later, I have arrived in Mianyang. Walking off the maglev train, under the guidance of the staff, I got on the magnetic rubber dinghy to my hometown. Enter your destination, choose your favorite music at a comfortable speed, and start-just after playing a song, you have arrived at my door: a two-story building with several solar generators on the roof, which is inexhaustible. Two peach trees from childhood still stand in front of the door, but the window has been fitted with the new smart glass mentioned in childhood textbooks.
When I entered the room, my mother enthusiastically opened the folding sofa and made me a cup of fragrant tea. While drinking tea, I looked around curiously. Suddenly, I saw something that can only be seen in a big, big city-invisible stereo color TV, covering the whole wall. This kind of TV can be folded and rolled up, making it easy to carry around. In addition, it is only as thick as a piece of paper and will not be damaged, because it is made of Nanami low carbon steel composite, the latest scientific and technological achievement in the world. Can be hung or pasted on the whole wall. When you don't watch TV, it is an ever-changing beautiful world landscape, or an unpredictable wonderful universe landscape. While feeling the rapid changes in my hometown, I listened to my mother's infinite feelings about the happy life brought about by the rapid social progress, and also lamented the importance of knowledge and the progress of science and technology.
Before you know it, the sun will set, and there is no time to tell my beloved mother a thousand words in my heart. But the mother said, "son, don't worry about me." I am very happy that you can work hard in the city! " "
When I left home, I got on the magnetic rubber boat and changed to the maglev train as I did when I came. In another twenty minutes, I have returned to the city. Although I am far away from my hometown in Qian Shan, I will never forget the great changes in my hometown and what my mother said: Yes, human wisdom has accumulated knowledge, and knowledge has brought greater happiness to mankind!
8. I have a strict father. He has a dark round face, dark and thick eyebrows, and big eyes, always pulling a face.
Today, last week's math exam was finished. I got 98 points, ranking first in my class. I'm so happy. On the way home, I was humming a ditty and skipping, thinking: Dad will definitely praise me and give me some rewards!
When I got home, I found my father was happy today, too. He put his hands behind his back, closed his eyes, shook his head and walked around the room. It turns out that my aunt is coming back from Beijing today.
I happily took out the paper from my schoolbag, held it high, waved it in the air, strode to my father and proudly said, "I won the first place in my class, didn't I?" After that, I handed the paper to my father. See dad stare big eyes, scanning the paper. Suddenly, my father found that I had missed the question, and immediately: "sunny" turned "cloudy", my face was covered with "dark clouds", my brow was frowning, and my eyes were like swords. My father pointed at me and asked sharply, "How could I miss the question?" Otherwise, it is 100! "I lowered my head and dared not say anything. Tears swirled in my eyes. My whole body is nervous, my mind is blank, and I feel that a storm is coming.
I said hesitantly, "I ... because ...". Dad's face is even uglier, and his eyebrows stand in an inverted figure of eight, as if two swords were inserted in his face. My heart is pounding like a rabbit, and my heart seems to jump out of my throat. "Stop it, you really shouldn't! That's careless. Can't you be more careful? Ah? " Dad went on to say, "If you go on like this, you will suffer big losses in the future!" " "Dad asked me never to make such a mistake again.
I'm ashamed. My face turned red. I think my father is right. I will never be careless again. I think: Dad is very strict with me, but he is actually very kind to me. I shouldn't make excuses.
9. Summer composition 600 has metaphor, rhetoric and personification. The spring with flowers and birds has gone away gently, and the beautiful but hot summer has quietly arrived. I like summer, but I hate summer.
I like summer. It's beautiful. In the rippling pond, the green leaves are lined with pale pink lotus flowers, which makes me think. Wang Changling's Song of Picking Lotus comes to mind. "The lotus leaf skirt is cut in one color, and the hibiscus opens both sides of my face." Lotus emerges from the mud and is not stained, but it is clear and not demon. Standing by the pond, looking at that pool of lotus flowers, the original tired thoughts were suddenly left behind and felt fresh. The sun shines on the water, and the water in the pool becomes sparkling. A breeze blew and layers of microwaves rippled. Although it is summer, I feel the warmth like spring and the coolness like autumn. In the field, wild flowers of all colors are competing to open, and the field has become an ocean of flowers. Red is like fire, yellow is like gold, white is like snow, pink is like chardonnay ... The wind passes quietly, and wild flowers dance with the wind. They sway in the wind. Ah! The fields in summer are really beautiful!
Although summer is beautiful, I hate it because it is very hot. I am used to staying in an air-conditioned room every day. As soon as I go out, the scorching sun scorches the earth and almost scorches me. Sweat flowed like a waterfall, and the sweat like soybeans slipped from my forehead and soaked my clothes. Flowers and plants hung their heads and were listless, and trees rolled their leaves. They bowed their heads like shy little girls. Cicada is resting in the tree, repeatedly calling "it's so hot, so hot". The puppy sticks out its tongue and hides in the shade. In the past, the bustling streets became deserted, and everyone hid at home for the summer. Only the sun is full of energy and works enthusiastically. I quickly took out the popsicle from the refrigerator and bit it. Oh, cool! I turned on the air conditioner and took a fan to drive away the heat. Alas, it's so hot in summer!
Enthusiasm, uninhibited, romantic and eternal constitute a beautiful aura of summer quality. The reason why we want to embrace summer is to enjoy the scorching sun and make my life full of warmth: to enjoy the wind and rain and make our life full of strength; Enjoy green, let our souls get peace and harmony in the growth of life.
Embrace summer, we enjoy summer.
10. Lu Xun's appearance description has a metaphor. There is such a great writer in China: he often wears simple Hanfu, his short hair stands upright like a brush, and his thick beard becomes the word "one" in official script ... He is Lu Xun.
I didn't know Lu Xun before, but I often heard from adults. Speaking of Lu Xun, I know that he is a great writer and has no in-depth understanding. This semester, I learned a set of texts, so I really approached Lu Xun and got to know him.
Reading "The Teenage Outbreak" made me see such a Lu Xun: his family was well-off, but he was in a dark feudal society, and he could only be locked in a high-walled compound, and he was deeply dissatisfied with the environment, so he envied the well-informed outbreak and loved the colorful rural life.
Reading my uncle Mr. Lu Xun's book, I saw such a Lu Xun: He is very busy with everything, but he can take time out of his busy schedule to translate fairy tales for his niece, ask her about her study, and teach her to be serious and not careless. Mr. Lu Xun is humorous and optimistic, and actively fights against the reactionary forces. He is also very concerned about the working people, thinking more about others and less about himself.
Reading "One Side" let me see such a Lu Xun: he cares about the progressive youth and the country and people. He is very tired, his health has been swallowed up by hard work without rest, and he has dedicated his life to our nation. With the growth of age, he is really a stronger soldier!
Reading "Some People" let me see such a Lu Xun: Although he has passed away, his spirit remains in the hearts of others forever. He has a clear distinction between love and hate: he hates reactionaries, but gives help and care to the working people who have insufficient food and clothing. "Bowing down as a willing ox" is his true portrayal.
After learning this set of words, Lu Xun left a deep impression in my heart: he is a diligent person, thinking too much about others and too little about himself. He serves the people wholeheartedly and is willing to be a public servant of the people.
I learned this set of texts and got to know Lu Xun. I think I should also study hard and carry forward the spirit of Lu Xun: caring for others, saving time, reading and writing more, contributing to the country and being the pillar of the motherland.