1. Imitation of "Wisteria Waterfall" requires more than 800 words

I have never seen it so tenacious in life. I only saw a touch of fresh green dotted on the weather-beaten branches. It shows a color of life. It is not obvious, let alone eye-catching, but in my mind, it shines brightly under the sunlight. Go up and touch it gently, you can see the clear veins of the leaves. A soft, comfortable feeling flows between the fingers, like a child's soft cheeks. Look at the leaves next to them. Some of them have not been fully stretched and are rolled together. The top is a touch of reddish brown, like a shy little girl.

The sweet-scented osmanthus here has faded. In this small plant world at home, there are no friends who stop to watch, and there is no faint fragrance. There is it, this rubber tree that has been with me for ten years. It is very inconspicuous, not even comparable to a little flower that cannot be named. But it is still growing. Under the cruelly broken wound, one piece, two pieces... touches of new green are quietly appearing. They are competing with each other to bring new breath to people.

"I have restored my hope of living!" They are laughing.

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

As I gently stroked the slender but tall branches with my hands, a sense of the vicissitudes of life and sincere admiration came to my heart. I silently stared at this insignificant rubber tree, feeling that it was not just an ordinary plant, but an eternal spirit. That touch of fresh green flows into my heart like a gurgling stream. It took away all my troubles, unhappiness, and the burden that had been weighing on my heart. What is left to me is the joy and encouragement of regaining confidence.

I can’t help but think that ten years ago, it first came to our house and grew up with me. It watched me grow, and I also formed a deep relationship with it. friendship. But a few months ago it was cut off at the middle. I thought with regret that maybe it would never be as lush as before!

Seeing that it has finally sprouted and is so full of vitality, my heart is filled with joy, and that touch of fresh green slowly flows through my heart.

Flowers and people will encounter various setbacks, but the long river of life is endless. I stroked the leaf as tender as my cheek again. It rose slightly and was growing vigorously. What it gives me is the motivation to move forward.

After pondering for a long time, I lowered my head and continued to complete the arduous learning task. In this ocean with an unpredictable future, I seemed to be driving a small boat and began to explore knowledge... 2. Imitation Composition of Wisteria Waterfall

Lilac is not as graceful and luxurious as peonies, not as graceful as magnolias, not as bright and dazzling as the spring, but it will always be so beautiful in my heart.

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

Many people smell the delicate fragrance of lilac flowers every day, but ignore its existence. It is so small but exudes such a strong fragrance, how magical it is! If you observe lilacs carefully, you will find that the color of lilac bark is dark brown, the flowers are lavender or white, and the flower shape is cross-shaped. One flower is only half the size of a child's fingernail. That time I was curious so I picked one and smelled it. It was strange that it had no fragrance! It turns out that only when hundreds of small lilacs gather into a bunch, the fragrance is so strong.

I think the same is true for people. The power of many people is great. The power of one person is insignificant, but the power of hundreds or thousands of people gathered together is irresistible. When I grow up, I want to be like Lilac.

&n The ninth composition network zuowen.qc99 original composition bsp; I love lilac, love its elegance, love its beauty, love its tranquility, love its refreshing fragrance, and even more love the unity of lilac. Spirit. 3. An 850-word essay on Wisteria Waterfall

- An imitation of "Waterfall" Before I see the magnolia flowers, I smell the magnolia fragrance first, like the thin spring rain nourishing all things, and like the bursts of spring breeze. Over the cheek.

Turning around and looking around, ah! I saw a magnolia tree! This scene is indescribable, with white clouds floating in the vast blue sky. Approaching the magnolia tree and looking up, it's so beautiful, a white marble wall! A gust of wind comes every now and then, blowing it like a boat, like a butterfly, like a swallow.

(Dad: When the child was doing Chinese exercises today, there was a sentence imitated from the second lesson "Waterfall" in the second semester of the third grade, "Every now and then a gust of wind comes, blowing it like smoke and fog." , like dust." Let the children go to the yard to look at magnolias or weeping willows on the roadside. They didn't want to run far away so they chose magnolias. After looking at them for a while, they came back and said to me, "The falling petals look like boats, butterflies, and birds - "Like a boat, like a butterfly, like a bird" was not easy to pronounce. After the explanation, it was changed to "like a sail, like a butterfly, like a swallow".

I thought it was a good idea to imitate "Waterfall".

First, guide the children to analyze the original text: Before they saw the waterfall/I heard the sound of the waterfall/It was like waves surging onto the beach - I asked about the sound before seeing the person; the mountain road suddenly turned/Ah! I saw the whole body of the waterfall/Such a scene cannot be compared/Thousands of feet of green mountains are lined with a strip of silver - write a panoramic view again; Standing at the foot of the waterfall and looking up/It’s so great, a screen of pearls/Every now and then a gust of wind blows it like Smoke, like fog, like dust - you feel it when you get closer.

Tell your children that the whole article is about you traveling in the mountains, climbing and climbing, and suddenly you hear the sound of a waterfall. You walk forward and see the waterfall. Then you go to the waterfall to see the waterfall and take pictures. Therefore, you can also write about magnolia flowers like this. First go into the yard and smell the fragrance, then look for it and look at it again. Go closer and see the petals falling, and you can shake the tree. ) 4. An imitation of Wisteria Waterfall with more beautiful content, 600 words

Plum Blossoms Plum blossoms are extremely ordinary.

Some people admire the majestic sea, some appreciate the vast sky, some praise the trees towering into the sky, and some sigh with emotion at the dazzling array of specialties. But I like this unknown plum blossom.

Plum blossoms are not as beautiful as peonies, as beautiful as roses, as colorful as roses, or as noble and elegant as lotus. However, I prefer this frosty plum blossom.

In winter, the cold brings snowflakes to the earth. The bare mountains are white, the big trees with fallen leaves are white, and the road in front of the door is also white. Only on the cold mountain in the distance, plum trees can be vaguely seen, bearing flowers and buds, waiting for the cold wind to bloom.

The snow is still falling and the wind is still blowing. In this season of thousands of miles of ice and thousands of miles of snow drifting, only the plum blossoms are in full bloom. The colorful flowers are white like snow, red like fire, yellow like gold, pink like clouds... They are as beautiful as ice in the cold wind.

When you smell it carefully, you can't help but feel a fragrance coming towards you. The fragrant fragrance is elegant and fresh, making you feel relaxed and happy... "The fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold", and it is the biting cold wind that blows the plum blossoms. ; What shines on the plum blossoms is the setting sun of the cold winter; what nourishes the plum blossoms is the rain and dew of the remaining snow. But the plum blossoms standing on the top of the mountain are so fragrant, graceful and elegant.

In spring, the season when a hundred flowers bloom, when all kinds of flowers are moved out of the hot pot, the plum blossoms wither, but it provides delicious plums to mankind and contributes all its strength to mankind... However, the plum blossoms That tenacious and unyielding spirit amazed me even more. Since ancient times, it, pine and bamboo have been known as the "three friends of winter". They have always been praised by poets, painted by painters, carved by artists and yearned for by tourists.

When summer comes to an end and winter comes, it faces the wind and cold, survives frost and snow without withering, and remains evergreen for four seasons, which fully reflects the strong vitality of plum blossoms that are not afraid of difficulties and pressure. This is a character that people cannot see but does exist. Isn’t it what people want to learn? As I looked at it, I couldn't help but think of those Saibei developers fighting in the wilderness and snow. They were like green pines and autumn chrysanthemums, but more like wintersweet.

They dedicated their lives silently in a harsh environment. Don't they have the quality of plum blossoms? Without them, where would we be today? As I think about it, a feeling of admiration for plum blossoms arises spontaneously... Gardenias are in late autumn, at dusk.

A wisp of red leaning on the horizon, unwilling to go back for a long time, it seems to be nostalgic for this gorgeous and helpless world of mortals. Since ancient times, autumn has been a sad and lonely time.

Now, when autumn comes again, I suddenly look back and realize that this is already the third autumn after my beloved grandfather passed away. Over the years, whenever I think about every little moment of getting along with him when I was a child, tears will flow disobediently.

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

After my grandfather left, I suddenly felt that a gauze-like melancholy enveloped me, just like the light melancholy of bananas after the autumn rain at dusk. Maybe sometimes I force a smile, but I can't hide the sadness in my heart.

In my impression, my grandfather called Gardenia his best friend. He once earnestly warned me: You should be like this gardenia. Don't be greedy for the colorful things that don't belong to you. Just silently dedicate your own fragrance. It is enough.

That ignorant little boy at that time could not understand the true meaning of this sentence, but today when I understand this motto of life, my grandfather left me irrevocably and left him. He dedicated his life to education and left his best friend, Gardenia. That year, my grandfather was suddenly bedridden with cancer, which was extremely difficult to treat.

When I saw him lying on the hospital bed in pain, I preferred that person to be me! I thought of gardenias, but it was the season when gardenias were withering. I racked my brains but couldn't help it. Helpless! My grandfather was in pain and still couldn't see his best friend. What should I do? I ran to the courtyard and picked up the petals that had drifted away in the wind one by one.

It seems that only glue can be used to restore them to their original appearance. I think my grandfather will be very happy after seeing the gardenias, and his illness may get better.

That morning, I did this boring job meticulously, and finally completed these "gardenias" in the afternoon. I held them very carefully and presented them to my grandfather.

As expected, my grandfather was very pleased. Then, a trace of melancholy flashed in his eyes, and slowly, he cried like a child. When I asked him what the reason was, he shook his head and didn't answer - could he have seen through my trick? I told a lie, a subtle and beautiful lie.

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

I thought I had weaved this lie perfectly, but not long after, my grandfather suddenly called me to his bed. He said to me: "My dear grandson, the gardenias should be withering at this time of year." Right?" I blushed, he saw through my lie! He went on to say, "I'm glad you did this. Even though it's a lie, it's beautiful. I have to thank you!" Late that night, my grandfather sadly passed away. I didn't shed any tears, but my heart was cut with a knife. Those "gardenias" were placed in front of my grandfather's coffin, which accompanied him throughout his life journey.

It is very happy, and so is my grandfather. This lie has been lingering in my heart for a long time, and maybe it will become an eternity in my heart.

When autumn comes, I learn to enjoy loneliness. When I am lonely, I always think of my grandfather, that lie, those gardenias... 5. Write a 600-word essay imitating the Wisteria Waterfall (you need to write about your own experience)

The sweet-scented osmanthus has never seen it so tenacious in life, only a touch of fresh green is seen, dotting the weather-beaten branches. It is a color of life that is not obvious, let alone eye-catching, but in my mind, it shines brightly under the sunlight.

Go up and touch it gently, and you can see the clear veins of the leaves. A soft, comfortable feeling flows between the fingers, like a child's soft cheeks.

Look at the leaves next to them. Some of them have not been completely stretched out and are rolled together. The top is a touch of reddish brown, like a shy little girl. The sweet-scented osmanthus here has faded. In this small plant world at home, there are no friends to stop and watch, and there is no faint fragrance.

There is it, this rubber tree that has been with me for ten years. It is very inconspicuous, not even comparable to a little flower that cannot be named.

But it is still growing. Under the cruelly broken wound, one piece, two pieces... touches of new green are quietly appearing. They are competing with each other to bring new things to people. breath. "I have restored my hope of living!" they were laughing.

"I have regained my vitality!" they shouted excitedly. Gently touching the slender but tall branches with your hands, a sense of vicissitudes of life and sincere admiration surged into your heart.

I silently stared at this insignificant rubber tree, feeling that it was not just an ordinary plant, but an eternal spirit. That touch of fresh green flows into my heart like a gurgling stream.

It took away all my troubles and unhappiness, and took away the burden that had been weighing on my heart. What is left to me is the joy and encouragement of regaining confidence.

I can’t help but think that ten years ago, it first came to our home 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 at the middle. I thought with regret that maybe it would never be as lush as before! Seeing that it finally sprouted and was so full of vitality, my heart was filled with joy, and that touch of fresh green slowly flowed through my heart.

Flowers and people will encounter various setbacks, but the long river of life is endless. I stroked the leaf as tender as my cheek again. It rose slightly and was growing vigorously.

What it gives me is the motivation to move forward. After pondering for a long time, I lowered my head and continued to complete the arduous learning task. In this ocean with an unpredictable future, I seemed to be driving a small boat and began to explore knowledge... 6. Write an article based on "Wisteria Waterfall" with a title of your own, no less than 500 words

The beauty of epiphyllum Not long ago, a pot of epiphyllum that I cared for died while I was on a business trip.

I returned to my small room and stroked the withered leaves. I felt really sad. Its withered branches and leaves have no breath of life.

Suddenly, it seemed to come alive and stroked me back. I felt excited, it was still alive! But then I never felt anything again. It seems that this is just a fluke. It seems to have really left the land I cultivated for it. Its soul only comes back the moment I caress it gently to soothe my sad heart.

We have been together for several months, and he left quietly without saying goodbye to me. I felt so sad. I remember bringing it home.

It was a very big flower market, and I walked around in the crowded greenhouse-shaped flower shed.

People here who are acquaintances and strangers greet each other with their eyes. Perhaps they are taught by the creatures in another world, and they are kind and calm.

I was dazzled by the colorful flowers, green leaves and strong stems, and I was already a little absent-minded. I didn’t know what flowers or grass I wanted to pick up in pots to take home, so I decided to just take a look. Epiphyllum! On a piece of man-made land, a patch of epiphyllum grew extremely lush, and a youthful greenness and vitality enveloped me.

I stopped, squatted down, and gently rubbed the dripping green with my hands. I chose one, and the flower farmer put it and the soil under it into a white plastic flowerpot, told me to take good care of it, and watched me leave happily, as if what he was selling was not flowers but flowers. She married his daughter.

Of course I loved it very much, so I changed the soil again - I pulled out the dark soil from the rice fields not far away, and replaced it with a porcelain flower pot that was much larger and much more beautiful than the current one. pot, carefully shake off the original soil wrapped around the roots, and then replant it in a new pot. It started growing in my home.

Looking at it and talking to it after get off work (I call caressing its leaves a conversation) has become a required course for me every day. I have almost developed a habit. If I am busy one day, I ignored it, and I felt like I had done something wrong. I felt uneasy and had to make up for it the next day. Maybe it's because of my careful care and attention. It really gives me face and looks exceptionally good.

One day at 1 o'clock in the morning, while I was browsing on the Internet, I seemed to hear a very, very light sound. I turned my head and looked sideways, and I was shocked: my epiphyllum had bloomed! I was extremely excited. I have only heard people talk about how the epiphyllum blooms, but I have never seen it with my own eyes.

How many times have I hoped that my epiphyllum would bloom in front of me one day. Inadvertently, Epiphyllum bloomed in front of me, and the bright and dazzling flowers bloomed brilliantly for me.

I was so excited and filled with joy that I held it in my hands, as if I was holding my beloved lover in my arms, admiring the beauty and delicacy. When I woke up early the next morning, I rushed to the balcony impatiently. I thought it would be more beautiful than when it was open, but what I saw was not what I expected to see. It actually withered, and only the leaves were still so beautiful. green, but also looking a little tired.

Oh, this is a "flash in the pan"? I clearly felt a sense of loss and melancholy, and my heart was filled with deep loneliness. Its flowers have withered, is that its success or its failure, or is it my failure? I think.

Compared with its kind, its beautiful bloom lasts only a brief moment, but how long has it been brewing for this short-lived glory? Is my waiting and care worth it? I asked. Oh no! It is grateful for my care and is determined to repay me.

It gathered all the energy, burst out in an instant, and exhausted all the power, but it kept that true love in the heart and began to accumulate the next burst. It ignores people's complaints. It knows why it is brilliant. It knows that in this colorful world, it belongs to its owner because he loves it.

It doesn't care whether such glory is eternal, it wants to devote itself to it, it longs to reach the ultimate beauty, even if the beauty fades away, it will never look back. After the glory, it becomes dull, and after the dullness, it becomes brilliant again. So, whether it is brilliant or dull, aren't they the eternal elements that constitute its life and love? Because, in fact, the blooming of flowers is just a burst of love in its heart. Love will not die because of the withering of flowers, it is still in the heart.

However, my epiphyllum no longer has the power to express life and love. It seems to have fallen suddenly after that glorious sprint. Can I still look forward to its next one? no no! I don't believe it would leave in such a hurry without even saying goodbye. I believe I can save it. I decided to give it a try. 7. Write an essay based on "Wisteria Waterfall" Urgently needed

I couldn't help but stop.

I have never seen it so tenacious in life. I only saw a touch of fresh green, emblazoned with a color of life on the weathered branches. It was not obvious, let alone eye-catching. But in my mind, he shines brightly in the sunshine. Go up and touch it gently, you can see the clear veins of the leaves. A soft, comfortable feeling flows between the fingers, like a child's soft cheeks. Look at the leaves next to them. Some of them have not been fully stretched and are rolled together. The top is a touch of reddish brown, like a shy little girl.

The sweet-scented osmanthus here has faded. In this small plant world at home, there are no friends to stop and watch, and there is no faint fragrance. There is it, this rubber tree that has been with me for ten years. It is very inconspicuous, not even comparable to a little flower that cannot be named. But it is still growing. Under the cruelly broken wound, one piece, two pieces... touches of new green are quietly appearing. They are competing with each other to bring new breath to people.

"I have restored my hope of living!" They are laughing.

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

I can’t help but think that ten years ago, it first came to our home 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 at the middle. I thought with regret that maybe it would never be as lush as before!

Seeing that it finally sprouted and was so full of vitality, my heart was filled with joy, and that touch of fresh green slowly flowed through my heart.

Flowers and people will encounter various setbacks, but the long river of life is endless. I stroked the leaf as tender as my cheek again. It rose slightly and was growing vigorously. What it gives me is the motivation to move forward. After thinking for a long time, I lowered my head and speeded up my pace unconsciously. 8. Imitation of "Wisteria Waterfall"

It is extremely ordinary to imitate "Plum Blossoms of Wisteria Waterfall".

Some people admire the majestic sea, some admire the vast sky, some praise the trees towering into the sky, and some lament the dazzling array of specialties. But I like this unknown plum blossom.

Plum blossoms are not as beautiful as peonies, as beautiful as roses, as colorful as roses, and as noble as lotus. However, I prefer this plum blossom with frost and snow.

In winter, the cold brings snowflakes to the earth. The bare mountains are white, the big trees with fallen leaves are white, and the road in front of the door is also white. Only on the cold mountain in the distance, plum trees can be vaguely seen, bearing flowers and buds, waiting for the cold wind to bloom.

The snow is still falling and the wind is still blowing. In this season of thousands of miles of ice and thousands of miles of snow drifting, only the plum blossoms are in full bloom. The colorful flowers are white like snow, red like fire, yellow like gold, pink like clouds... dancing in the cold wind, ice-hearted and jade-like.

When you smell it carefully, you can't help but feel a fragrance coming towards you. The fragrant fragrance is elegant and fresh, making you feel relaxed and happy... "The fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold", and it is the biting cold wind that blows the plum blossoms. ; What shines on the plum blossoms is the setting sun of the cold winter; what nourishes the plum blossoms is the rain and dew of the remaining snow. But the plum blossoms standing on the top of the mountain are so fragrant, graceful and elegant.

In spring, the season when a hundred flowers bloom, when all kinds of flowers are moved out of the hot pot, the plum blossoms wither, but it provides delicious plums to mankind and contributes all its strength to mankind... However, the plum blossoms That tenacious and unyielding spirit amazed me even more. Since ancient times, it, pine and bamboo have been known as the "three friends of winter". They have always been praised by poets, depicted by painters, carved by artists and yearned for by tourists.

When summer comes to an end and winter comes, it faces the wind and cold, survives frost and snow without withering, and remains evergreen for four seasons, which fully reflects the strong vitality of plum blossoms that are not afraid of difficulties and pressure. This is a kind of character that people can't see but does exist. Isn't it what people want to learn? As I looked at it, I couldn't help but think of those Saibei developers fighting in the wilderness and snow. They were like green pines and autumn chrysanthemums, but more like wintersweet.

They dedicated their lives silently in a harsh environment. Don't they have the quality of plum blossoms? Without them, where would we be today? As I thought about it, a feeling of admiration for plum blossoms emerged... 9. A 600-word imitation essay on "Wisteria Waterfall" (must have a central sentence; it must include "Looking at Flowers, Recalling Flowers, and Understanding Flowers") Urgent

Today, I studied the text "Wisteria Waterfall". The author of this text is Zong Pu.

His original name is Feng Zhongpu. This text was written in May 1982. At that time, my younger brother was terminally ill and dying, and my older sister was very anxious and sad.

The text mainly talks about three aspects: looking at flowers, remembering flowers and understanding flowers. Realize: The long river of life is endless.

Temporary misfortunes and personal misfortunes are not something to be afraid of; life should also be open-minded, optimistic, energetic, and enterprising. I remember when I was a child, our family was not rich. My parents worked outside all day long and only earned three to four hundred yuan a month.

Later, my mother became ill due to overwork. After my mother fell ill, life at home became even more tense. In order to treat his mother's illness, he borrowed money from everywhere.

Owe others a lot of money. At that time, I thought: Why was I born in such an environment? Why do people have misfortune? Only now do I understand that temporary misfortune and personal misfortune are nothing to be afraid of; life should also be open-minded, optimistic, energetic, and enterprising.

Later, my mother recovered from her illness and our family’s life became easier again. I also realized that the long river of life is endless.