Imitate an article that borrows flowers as a metaphor for people with a sample essay .

"Squeak......"Squeak......"The chalk moved around the blackboard, and gradually, it became a dot, a small body was gone, and in its place were lines of text on the blackboard. These lines of words take us to the mysterious world of knowledge and let us raise the sails of our ideals.

When wiping the blackboard, the chalk stood silently beside it, and let the board eraser gently rub the blackboard, erasing the lines of handwriting it wrote with its body, and countless thin chalk ends slowly fell down, like jade shavings; Like snowflakes ......But I guess it's more like a spirit, a spirit of silent dedication, more like that kind of noble person. These are the teachers who are working silently and diligently to cultivate the flowers of the motherland. Teachers, they have paid their blood and sweat and diligently cultivated the flowers of the motherland from generation to generation.

They worked hard, from spring to autumn, from green hair to gray temples, with a meager salary, but never complained; Let students step on their own shoulders to climb the throne of success; Accept flowers, applause and trophies, but never take credit for yourself. Isn't this the selfless spirit of chalk? I praise chalk, and even more praise people with the spirit of chalk - because they don't care about personal gains and losses, don't fight for fame and fortune, and selflessly dedicate themselves to society!

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Use plum blossoms to borrow things to illustrate people Essay imitation of falling peanuts is as follows: 1. It was last winter, and the goose-feather-like snow kept falling, and I finally waited for a sunny day, and I went to the Thousand Mu Garden with my mother for a walk. 2. The air after the snow is very fresh, and the bright sunshine is sprinkled all over the earth.

As far as the eye can see, there is a white and golden world. We were chatting as we walked, and suddenly, a faint fragrance came to our noses. I'm wondering:

It has entered the depths of winter, and the grasses, flowers, and trees have withered and withered. The alluring aroma was like a treasure with a powerful attraction that made me take a few more steps. Scold!

It turned out that the plum trees on the river embankment were in bloom! Under a thick layer of white snow, a few gorgeous plum blossoms were revealed, the stamens of the yellow year-old were clear, the red petals, and the attractive fragrance were really: "A few plums in the corner, Ling Han bloomed alone."

I know that it is not snow, but there is a dark fragrance. ”

I was fascinated. My mother said to me earnestly: "This plum blossom is the most famous flower in China, it often blooms in the cold winter, the flowers wither, but it hangs high on the branches, whether it is the snow pressure, or the wind blows, the rain hits, it blooms proudly!."

Plum blossoms are so strong!I couldn't help but admire. Mom went on to say:

Plum, bamboo, and pine are known as the 'three friends of the cold year', and the plum is also known as the 'cold plum fighter celery'!Think about it, what a great difficulty they are going through when they open in the freezing winter!They are smiling in the cold wind with a kind of belief and a spirit of not admitting defeat!

After I listened, I said thoughtfully: "Mom, Su Shi once wrote: 'I have no intention of fighting for spring, and I am jealous of all the people.

Scattered into mud and dust, only fragrant as before. I will also study hard, overcome all difficulties, be a strong person like plum blossoms, and strive for 'the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold'!Mom smiled heartily when she heard this!

Related information: Although the flower shape of the plum blossom is petite, the color is also dull, but it has strong vitality, and in the cold winter also exudes a charming fragrance, its ice muscle jade bones, Ling Han fragrance spirit is respected by the world. In life, our angels in white, the doctors, are fighting on the front line for our lives and the development of the motherland, fighting a war without artillery fire.

The angels in white built the first line of defense for the health of the people, and although they were heavy in the war, they still set up the banner of "victory" for the motherland. <>

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The relict flower is still the flower of the past, a growing flower, a flower forgotten by the world in the corner.

Under the twilight moon, I sat next to the flower and looked up at the stars with the flower: the stars in the sky, as if they were also like others, laughed at the weakness of the flower, the dependence of the flower. But he ignored the flowers beside me.

Those ridicules were like this black curtain, splashing the sky, trying to blur the mood of me and the flower, cold and desperate. A gust of night wind blew, causing the flowers to sway. He waved his hands to dispel the boundless difficulties and ridicule, and to defend his strength.

I looked down at the flowers. He looked so thin, burnt, and even a little helpless. It's not as delicate as the flowers in the florist I've seen in the past.

But I think he must be a struggler. The barren dirt around him was slightly bulging. It shows a different kind of vitality.

I carefully brushed away some of the dirt. Ah, I can't believe how deep his roots are. How strong the long beards like dragons are.

Look at the flowers again, and he seems to be more conspicuous than I had seen before—for I see his struggles, his fruits, and even all that he foreshadows. Seeing that I understood his intentions, the flower shook the leaf as if to applaud me. What a clever flower!

I looked at the other flower in my hand, which I had bought in the flower shop—rootless, but still blatantly open, as if I didn't know how ashamed I was. I don't know if I will wither tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, shattered into dust, and have no value. And the flowers on the ground, tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, will become more brilliant.

I looked at the flower in my hand, sighed, and silently tore it to pieces, and spread it on the ground on the roots of the forgotten flower, yes, he passed the empty sigh of the proud of the past, and walked towards the glory that preceded.

Night! She was looking at me and the flowers affectionately, and slowly emitting a glimmer of light.

I seem to see: in the near future, I will meet a strong flower on the ground. - I smiled, and so did the flowers...

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