March, is the rape flower blooming season, full of a piece, a piece of yellow flowers are open in the fields of Taihang Mountain area, on the hillside, beside the creek, the rich fragrance ripples in the air, the people's heart are intoxicated!
Rapeseed rape, in the light of the spring sun, golden, yellow, colorful, full of vitality. It is a delicate yellow flowers, full of branches, a flower, a cluster, crowded in a piece, play with the tide of the earth, the colors belonging to the golden autumn, early dedication to the spring. Being in this picturesque scenery, really like to the country of opulence, really beautiful enjoyment, people are intoxicated!
Fragrant rape flowers, attracting swarms of butterflies, dancing, flying up and down, inviting swarms of bees, happily doing their sweet business. Listen, the "buzzing" sound of honey, like a symphony of new life, people feel that the mountain village is so quiet, peaceful, peaceful.
Rapeseed is the most favorite of the mountain people. It does not choose the soil, the vitality is very strong, resistant to cold and frost,
withstand drought, by the people of the less, to the people of the more, I think, this is its virtue. Whether it is the field, mountains and rivers, or slopes and banks, no matter where it is planted, it will be there stubbornly rooted, blossomed and seeded. The fullness of the vegetables is then offered to people for frying and eating, adding flavor to their lives.
When the wind is blowing, the canola flowers are flooded with rounds and rounds of golden waves, and the gaudy petals are like festival flowers, floating down. Yellow, golden fall, not a little miserable, no "red face" sadness, still yellow warmly, frankly peaceful and nourishing their own earth as one, as Gong Zizhen's poem said, "the red is not a ruthless thing, into the mud of the spring more protective flowers."
Smell the refreshing fragrance of rapeseed flowers, biao heart does not produce the love of rapeseed flowers it! The mountain people's affluence has its credit. At this time I really understand, canola flowers open, and not to show off to the people of its elegant style and gorgeous face, but for people's lives to add sweet and fragrant. Rapeseed flower is really a kind of hot flower, optimistic flower. It is simple, selfless, although a short life, through trials and tribulations, but not frustrated, not change the pursuit of beauty.
Ah, this ordinary small yellow flowers, not as this simple and generous, hard-working wisdom of the ordinary mountain people!
Let the flowers bloom to their heart's content, in this blooming season, in this brewing sweet environment, each bud pursed lips and smiled, and each flower sprayed fragrant Yuzi ......
High School Essay Excellent Example Material 2The bitter wind, blowing up her sash, caressing her already haggard face, messing up the hair that is already white. The country has been broken, the family has died, the turbulent times, swaying her sadness. Fold a branch of plum blossom, although fell full of tears, but still do not forget to be grateful to the past, loyal to the country.
"Year after year in the snow, often inserted plum blossom drunk".
Another year of heavy snow she stood alone next to the plum, surrounded by less put more. She knows that home is no longer home, standing here, scrutinizing the proud snow elves, she recalled that every year at this time, they will always come here to sip wine and enjoy the plum. That day, he gently folded down a branch of plum blossoms, inserted in her hair, everything was so intoxicating. Even if he disappointed her, she still remembered, grateful for that wonderful time, brought her happiness, she will never forget. Intoxicating gratitude, like that fragrance in the snow.
"挼尽梅花无好意，赢得满衣清泪".
Home has been lost, the country has become dilapidated, today stands next to the plum, folded a branch of plum blossoms, but no longer able to insert it into the hair. Alone fiddling with the petals, tears also drifted down. Wet clothes, tasteless, but bitter. Only the only remaining artifact still made her feel a trace of comfort. That is the witness of their good times, is her only remaining little thought. Those in the eyes of outsiders is the value of even into the treasure, but she regarded them as an unforgettable beauty, each piece of cultural relics, there are her and Zhao Mingcheng's heart and soul, she is grateful to these precious "heart and soul", so that she can look back at the past light, explore the traces of yesterday. The satisfaction of thanksgiving, like falling flowers, bitter not lacking in the light.
"This year, the cape is at the end of the world, Xiaoxiao C sideburns raw China".
In order to clear her husband's name, she endured the pain of the only memories of the collection to the country, to show their own loyalty and that of their husbands, she followed that large group of people all the way from the coast to the islands, from the towns to the suburbs, old age climbed on the face of the years to go through the tips of the hair, the heart is exhausted, she has been tortured emaciation and wasting, and only finally this batch of cultural relics submitted to the court, at the moment, she is still thankful, she is still thankful for. Grateful for this arduous course of everything can let her prove themselves. The last thanksgiving, like the gray hair on the temples, fluttering and pale.
"Look at the evening wind, so it should be difficult to see the plum blossom."
After all the hardships, still grateful to the world, still seeking hope in despair. Li Qingzhao, the Qing dynasty wonder woman in the wind singing a poignant ` thanksgiving song.
High school essay excellent example material 3The world's most naive, the most ignorant is the child; but for some children, it's all the opposite, he actually knows everything, you can never guess what he is thinking ..........
"This life can not go on," his mother exclaimed angrily.
"But but, who cared to live with you," his father yelled back.
So his parents divorced when he was four or five years old. The reason was simple: his father cheated on him. As for custody, his mother was confident that the child would choose to live with her.
Finally, on the day of the hearing, the judge asked the child, "Would you rather be with your father or your mother?" The judge asked the child, "Would you rather be with your father or your mother?" "Dad" was totally unexpected, and she cried, devastated. Asked the child, "Why did you choose is dad, usually just I take care of you, love you ......"
"Because he will buy me good food, fun."
"I would too."
"No, you wouldn't."
She was so sad that night; even wanted to die, what was the point of her life without him. She didn't know what the child thought, but she was sure that when the child couldn't stand his stepmother, he would come back to her someday.
In this way, she has been living a hard life alone, selling fruits at a stall every day, going out early and coming back late.
Day after day, year after year. I don't know how long she lived like this. One morning, she received an anonymous envelope, opened it and saw that it was five hundred dollars.
And so, every week at this time, she would receive such an envelope. She also went to the post office to ask for clarification, but was unable to find the person who sent her the money.
This went on for a month, and that day she received another letter, but this time there was no money in it, but a letter. It turned out that the person who had been sending her money was her son.
He wrote in the letter: In fact, I have never left you, I just changed a way to love you. At first, the reason why I chose Dad, because I do not want to burden you, so that your life will be better, I can also send you some living expenses from Dad, you can work in peace .......
That day, she cried once again, she finally understood the reason why the child did not choose her in the first place, only that the process is a bit painful.
In fact, in the child's heart there are always some things we do not know, we can never guess how they think.
Perhaps these secrets, these things, these reasons, will only be known after many years; then you just have to ask: child, how did you think.