How to write a 400 word sentence appreciation

Father's love, mother's love.

Mother's love is like an idyll, distant and pure, elegant and light; Mother's love is like a landscape painting, washing away the lead carving, leaving fresh and natural; Mother's love is like an affectionate song, tactful and melodious, sung softly; Mother's love is like a warm wind, blowing away the snow and bringing infinite spring (metaphor) Mother's love is a lifetime of laughter, a wisp of thoughts wandering the world, a concern and anxiety before the children's sickbed, and an ardent expectation for the growth of children. (abstract things concrete).

When I think of my mother, my depressed ambition will turn into high spirits; When I think of my mother, my wasted years will turn into pride; When I think of my mother, the wandering wanderer will sprout a wish to go home; Thinking of his mother, his wandering soul found a home to inhabit (qixi).

Fatherly love is actually very simple: it is like liquor, spicy and hot, making people drunk in it; It's like coffee, bitter and mellow, and it's easy to invigorate; It is like tea, bland and intimate, making people naturally fresh; It's like a campfire, warm but intimidating, and it's easy to excite yourself.

Father's love is a ray of sunshine in the spring, shining on me warmly; It was a cool breeze in the summer that blew away the heat in my heart; It is a string of fruits in autumn that inspires me to succeed; It's a fire in winter. Warms my cold heart. Father's love is everywhere!

Little Monkey Ice Skating One winter morning, the northwest wind was blowing, and a thick layer of ice formed on the river.

The little white rabbit and kitten all said yes! Only the little monkey was not convinced, and he said: What is the great thing about skating, I don't follow the puppy.

Monkey skating. One winter morning, the northwest wind was blowing, and a thick layer of ice was formed on the river, and little squirrels, little white rabbits, little dogs, little cats and little monkeys all came to play on the ice. The puppy skates well, and the little squirrel says, "Shall we all learn to skate with the puppy?"

The little white rabbit and kitten all said yes! Only the little monkey was not convinced, and he said, "What's so great about skating, I don't want to learn from the puppy!"

After saying that, he walked away. The little squirrel, the little white rabbit and the kitten learned from the puppy very seriously, and it didn't take long for them to learn to skate. One day, they held a skating competition, and the white rabbit, the little squirrel, the little kitten, and the little monkey were ready, and the puppy was the judge, and as soon as the puppy whistled, the little animals all slipped forward like arrows from the string.

However, the little monkey just started to fall on his heel, hit his head on the ice, and screamed in pain. When the little animals heard the call, they hurriedly slipped back to the little monkey and asked kindly, "What's wrong with you, little monkey?"

Ouch, you hit your head out of a big bag, little monkey, you have to study humbly in the future, don't be reckless. Only then did the little monkey realize that he had been wrong.

Qingping Tune, a branch of red dew incense (Li Bai).

Sunset over the fish pond.

In the evening, after dinner, I took a leisurely step and came to the fish pond outside the dormitory, ** the beautiful scenery of the sunset in the fish pond.

Yes! The sunset, how beautiful, it is like a horse galloping for a while, like a lion roaring for a while, and like a flower blooming ...... for a whileAs I watched, my body felt light, as if I had become a sunset. After a while, a glow came, the sunset shone with brilliant brilliance, I opened my eyes slightly, and seven colors suddenly appeared in front of me: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue, and purple, and my body seemed to be wrapped in color.

I looked down and saw that the turquoise fish pond looked like a big gourd-shaped gem. The sunset sprinkled the colorful soft light on the fish pond, like a velvet flower for the clear water. The fish in the pond were swimming leisurely in groups of three and five.

Sometimes they huddle together as if whispering. Sometimes they gaze at the sunset, as if discussing the strangeness of the sunset. The swimming of the fish attracted me, and it was as if a spectacle appeared in front of my eyes

Clusters of golden carp seem to be the glow of the pond. When I looked up, I saw the sunset in the sky, and it seemed to be a group of colored fish swimming in the sky.

There is a fountain on the left side of the fish pond, and the water that spouts out is like a colorful flower and a crystal pearl, and the sunset is even more colorful. These droplets of water sprinkled on the surface of the water, stirring up a little halo, rippling like a colored ring and rippling out ......There is a hexagonal pavilion in the pond with glazed tiles. People often play games here to eliminate the fatigue of work.

The strange rocks around the fish pond are craggy and varied, and the sunset sprinkles the brilliance on it, and it becomes a jewel. Some of the strange rocks resemble the Monkey King's ears and cheeks, and some resemble the overlapping mountains and ...... in a bonsaiThere are countless weeping willows planted on the edge of the fish pond. Its branches are graceful, a gust of wind blows, the weeping willows sway gently, and now it is dressed in the beautiful dress of the sunset, like a fairy in a colorful skirt, dancing ......

This gorgeous and colorful evening view of the fish pond makes people want to stand for a long time to watch, and want to chant a small poem, but also want to paint a color painting ......

Night fell, the sunset vanished, a bird flew over the water, and the fish were quiet.

If the eyes are a pair of window sashes that open the soul, they are two clear springs gushing out of the soul; Secret, then, is a treasure mine treasured by the soul, and it is a touch of spiritual light gathered by the soul. Is it true that there is a secret in the heart to be called a real person?

If reading is laying the cornerstone of life and combing the feathers of life, then practice is to build the hall of life and experience the wings of life. Is it true that life can only stand and fly between heaven and earth after practice?

Home can stretch far, far away, embracing the whole world; A home can be very small, and only two people can fight each other. The home can be shady and prosperous, enclosing a bird's paradise. The home can be a wolf, bleeding and drifting, and build a death row for a pair of men and women.

The key is that each member is both a king and a soldier, building it to guard it, harmoniously adjusting the domestic and foreign affairs of the family, and handling the border defense of the family.

Running for happiness, we are looking for it. But where is the happiness? Happiness should be a cool oasis in the desert, right?

We trekked through mountains and rivers, looking for penetration, but in the end we only saw a few clumps of sea buckthorn; Happiness should be a shining pearl in the sea, right? We waded through rivers and seas, looking for traces, but in the end we only picked up a few shells; Happiness should be a comfortable castle on the road, right? We were hungry and thirsty, and we traveled by night, but at last we found only a bad room; Fortunately, it must be a peach and apricot orchard on the other side of the mountain, right?

We worked hard and panted, but in the end we only saw a few weeping willows and a few bushes of grass. In fact, let's not idealize happiness too much, because there is no such thing as perfect happiness in the world.

With love.

He helped his blind father to the beef noodle restaurant. He exclaimed: Two bowls of beef noodles!

The clerk was about to issue the ticket, when he suddenly shook his finger and pointed to his father in the distance and whispered: As long as there is a bowl of beef noodles, the other bowl is scallion oil noodles.

The clerk understood and brought two bowls of noodles to them. The father fumbled in the bowl with chopsticks, and finally grabbed a piece of meat and hurriedly sandwiched the piece of meat into his bowl.

He did not stop his father's behavior, but silently accepted the beef that his father had brought him, and then quietly sandwiched the beef slices back into his father's bowl.

Over and over again, it seemed that the beef slices in my father's bowl would never be finished. My father sighed: This restaurant is really kind, there are so many beef slices in the noodles.

The clerk was moved: it was just a handful of slices of meat as thin as a cicada's wings. At this time, he hurriedly took the opportunity to answer: Dad, eat quickly, I can't hold it in my bowl.

In the end, the shopkeeper brought a plate of dry-cut beef to their table, and said to the puzzled that this is a gift for the anniversary of the store. He smiled, picked up a few slices of meat and put them in his father's bowl.

After they left, the clerk suddenly screamed as he was collecting the dishes. It turned out that there were several banknotes pressed under his bowl. That's exactly the price of a plate of dry-cut beef on the price list.

Appreciation: Accompanied by love, no matter how poor you are, it is as warm as spring.