Imitation of Zhu Ziqing s Spring Write Winter 30

Looking forward to, looking forward to, the scorching heat has finally passed, and the footsteps of autumn are approaching.

Everything is autumn and cool, the sky is high, and the clouds are light. The fruit was ripe, the crickets were crying, and the weather was cooler.

The grass has not completely disappeared from the earth, it is still green. In the garden, in the field. Look, piece by piece.

Full. The children ran, jumped, flipped a few buckets, picked up a few fallen fruits, and threw each other, competing to see who could throw farther and more accurately. The wind is cool and silky, and the grass is green.

Laurel, maple, and evergreen trees, with a lush and deep style and distinctive temperament, show their style, gold-like yellow, agate-like red, and jade-like green, just like a painter's meticulous painting. Birds are busy migrating, and ants are collecting winter rations. Daisies, a bunch of red, petunias, all over the place at a glance:

Orange, purple, violet, spread in the flower bed, like a carpet, but also smiling in the autumn wind!

Falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers! "Yes, it will be turned into spring mud to nourish the earth, and it will not be attached to the prosperity of the branches. Autumn rain falls on the red and yellow leaves, as well as the green and yellow colored leaves.

Luxurious maple leaves, delicate evergreen leaves, ordinary sycamore leaves, ......They become more showy under the baptism of autumn rains.

The fruit on the trees is ripening, and the farmers in the fields are busier. In the city and countryside, workers, students, children and the elderly all came out to enjoy the beautiful scenery, relax and relax, watch the autumn colors, collect and collect specimens, and each did their own thing. "A hard work, a harvest", hard work, in exchange for a harvest, full of joy.

Autumn is like the god of color, making the colors of plants gradually thicker.

Autumn is like a god of harvest, bringing people a lot of fruits.

Autumn is like a god of joy and brings the joy of a good harvest to people.

The footsteps of spring (imitation of Zhu Ziqing's "Spring").

Xia is like a passionate little girl, giving the earth a bright light with green.

Xia is like a loving mother, giving warmth to the green plants, and she smiles.

Xia is like a peaceful old man, only using green, teaching us that unassuming is also a kind of beauty.

Autumn is like a cute child, waving a paintbrush and dressing the leaves in new clothes.

Autumn is like a girl in the flower season, and the clear sky is like her pure and beautiful heart.

Autumn is like a strong youth, holding up the blue sky with his arms and opening up a new road for us.

Winter is like a toddler, pure and innocent, bringing hope and reverie.

Winter is like a quiet teenager, with a cold look, but from time to time smiling.

Winter is like a mature person, fighting for spring, but also enjoying the beauty of the process......

1) The last three sections of the essay use the rhetorical device of (), which serves to express the author's emotions ( ).

2) Write rhetorical devices, functions.

1. The mountains are moist, the water is rising, and the sun's face is red.

2. Scattered in the grass like eyes like stars, and blinking.

3. Look, like cow hair, like flower needles, like filaments, densely woven obliquely.

Summary. Spring is like a doll that has just landed, taking new steps on the road of growth step by step.

Spring is like a little girl, full of energy.

Imitate the sixth paragraph of Zhu Ziqing's "Spring".

Spring is like a doll that has just landed, taking new steps on the road of growth step by step. Spring is like a little girl, full of vitality and spring is like a fiery teenager. There are iron-like arms, legs and feet to cheer us on the road to growth.

Like a new sun, vibrant, like a blooming flower, beautiful and moving, like hot milk, healthy and fragrant.

The spring water quietly flowed out of the cracks in the stones, clear and cool. On the hillside, beside the field, as far as the eye can see, a small strand is all there. Hold, sit, snob, take a shower, swim, swim. The mountains are verdant and the water is clear.

The stream flowed out of the mountain stream, beating happily. You see, it ran and jumped into the river, into the lake, into the sea. The girls washed and frolicked by the stream.

The young man swam in the river as free as a fish. Fishermen casting their nets to catch fish. The water is clear.

The fish are plump.

The creek quietly ran down the hill, clear. Icy, in the forest, looking around, a large area full of things, thinking, touching, thinking about a few things, stepping on two feet of water, turning over a few mud times, kicking a few feet of broken ice. People are smiling, and the water is quiet.

The ancient wood is in the shade of a short canopy, and the cane quinoa helps me to cross the east of the bridge. The core of the core opens the clothes to wet the apricot blossom rain, and the wind blows the willow wind. "When the spring sun shines on the earth, the willows spit out new green, and the breeze changes to a light breeze, blowing on people's faces, it is so warm and soft, and there is no longer a trace of cold.

The author uses "blowing the face and not chilling the willow wind" to cause the description of the spring breeze, and then extracts a life-like metaphor that makes people feel more affectionate, "like a mother's hand caressing you", writing the charm of the spring breeze. Then, the author writes about the taste of the spring breeze with very delicate brushstrokes: "The wind brings the smell of freshly turned earth, mixed with the smell of grass, and the fragrance of all kinds of flowers, all brewing in the slightly moist air."

Finally, I wrote about the music in the spring breeze - the meandering tune of the birds and the piccolo of the shepherd boy on the back of the cow. "The scene that is difficult to write, such as in the present", the author writes the spring breeze that is difficult to write through delicate feelings and vivid pen and ink. - Think for yourself.