Semi propositional essay Immersed in the world 600 words

Immerse yourself in the world of spring.

The bright sunlight was filled with an ambiguous warm mist, faint, light and ethereal. It seems that every budding plant or flower in the wind, or even every young flying insect that flutters its wings, is releasing an unsettling breath, moist and gentle, absorbing the sporadic drizzle of the night into the heart of the dormant winter. Spring, which has no intention of alarming anyone, quietly blends into the rhythm of all life when the rain kisses the earth.

At this time, in the spring, although a hundred flowers are vying for beauty, it is not suitable to render with thick brushes. In the distant background, there are only ploughmen in coats and hats, driving wet cattle with wickers, and letting the iron-black ploughshares fly out of dazzling waves. Not far away is the wind swinging willows, demeanor in all directions.

The piccolo of the shepherd boy on the back of the cow sends a melodious melody that lingers over the stream of fine grass and breeze...

At this time of spring, it is only advisable to sit alone on a quiet moonlit starry night, listening to the sound of the waves of the sea that has melted and gradually rushed. Look at the mountain spring that Ding Dong went to, and a waterfall hangs on the thin mountain rock, looming between the treetops. The cool breeze stirs up the infatuation of the jungle.

From time to time, there may be a night cry, sad and mournful. The green clothes are sassy and sassy. With the heroic roar, like still water, the wind fluctuates, sweeping the eyebrows, ears and temples, and fades into the shadow of the spring mountain.

The moss has been covered with fallen leaves, the cold pool and clear water reflect the moon alone, and the returning geese are nowhere to be seen. The kite flies to the sky, the world and things, everything does not need to be grasped. I walked through the woods, and there were no traces of me in the deep forest.

A tree of flowers and a tree of poetry is too extravagant and too ostentatious for me. Speechlessly staring at all the splendor, gorgeous wind skirts, and suddenly having a heartbeat. And when I think of the falling stamens all over the ground, the residual red stage, and the emotion of splashing tears when I feel it?

I only hope that my heart is like water, the quiet flow is gradually distant, without any hindrance and care, flowing past, it is a burning longing, but also a random fate. Trees can be broken, flowers are easy to fall, what about grass? Stick to humility, one year old and one withered, and be reborn from the fire.

In such a spring, you can also see the moon thinking about people and awaken the long-lost feelings. It's always the homeland of Langyuan that comes back in the brain. Under the lamp, the mother has dense leads, and the slightest affection is strong, and she sends her son to travel thousands of miles at the bottom of a thousand layers, and the mother does not expect much, as long as the shoes fit her son's feet.

Father's green silk is dyed with frost, and the Chinese year is not there, and his hobby of reading still does not change. Carrying an ancient book and chanting aloud, my mother listened, and her smile permeated every wrinkle. I know that tonight is clear and the moon is clear, and I am the most fiery love in my mother's dreams.

This kind of spring makes the mountains and rivers affectionate, makes the plants and trees meaningful, and also makes me sit alone in the mountains and rocks to slowly meditate and indulge...

Gorky said: "Books are the ladder of human progress. Zhu Xi said

Ask the canal to be as clear as promised, for there is a source of living water. "If you want to climb higher and farther, you have to study hard. When you are sad, hold a good book, it will relieve you of your troubles, and your troubles will be left behind; In times of joy, hold a book, he will give you a boost and you will become more cheerful.

In the world of books, sometimes exciting, sometimes sentimental; Books are like our friends, our home, you can't never make friends and not go home! Books are our spiritual food, and reading will accompany us throughout our lives. It will always be a mentor and friend in our journey through life.

When I was a child, my greatest pleasure was pestering my dad to tell me stories, and he always took the trouble to tell them to me patiently. And so, as time went by, my dad told me all sorts of stories from different books, day after day. I was fascinated by the ups and downs of the storyline, and I was obsessed with the beautiful and ornate words and phrases.

Whenever my dad started telling a story, I always listened attentively. As I grew older, as I grew older, I was not satisfied with my father's stories and began to read books on my own. I still remember the hypocrisy of the little boy in "The Wolf Comes", which made me understand the value of honesty; I still remember the bravery of Hercules in "Mount Olympus", which made me understand that life is full of competition, and only by being strong can you survive, otherwise you will be eliminated.

Nowadays, books have become an indispensable part of my life. From the book, I experienced Salinger's unconventional and cynical hard character; I felt Yu Qiuyu's sad and melancholy, gentle thoughts; I read the delicate and thoughtful writing characteristics of Zhang Ailing. Every writer from a different era was able to present me with the scenery of a different era.

Their beautiful and pure words capture traces to tell one story after another.

The world in the book is always so beautiful and so exciting. It can take you to see the pyramids of Egypt and admire the Statue of Liberty in the United States; It can also allow you to write poems with Li Bai; talked freely with Li Shimin about national affairs; It can also give you a pair of light wings to take you to that distant place ......

I saw the world from the book, and I saw a more amazing world that I couldn't see with the naked eye! Books made me deeply fascinated ......

Rain these days.

It's really "light rain".

It feels good.