Write an essay about grass in the way wisteria falls are written

I strolled along the path, looking at the green grass beside the road, and fell into a deep ......

Perhaps, there are many people who regard Xiaocao as a symbol of weakness and incompetence, believing that their short bodies cannot withstand a little wind and rain. However, I don't think so, because in my eyes, the grass is so tenacious, so full of vitality, and the most important thing is their own vitality and spirit!

As soon as spring arrives, the grass opens its hazy eyes and rushes to break through the soil to share the joy and warmth brought by the spring girl with people. Look at! There are countless "little babies" on the earth—ten, hundred, thousand, ......They are scattered all over the land, laying a green carpet for the "mother soil" that raises them......The combination of these thousands of grasses allows people to see the greatness of life.

Of course, the respectability of the grass is not only here, but also a bright spot shining on them - the tenacious and indomitable spirit. Although the grass is not as tall and straight as the towering trees, nor as bright red and beautiful as the flowers, their spirit is enough to overshadow all this, enough to make people re-recognize and marvel at them.

In the storm, the tall and straight trees were uprooted, the colorful flowers were gone, and the grass won the victory with a force more powerful than the power ......of matterWhen the storm passed, the flowers and trees had changed, and only the grass was still standing with its head held high, enjoying the ...... of the sun after the rainIt is precisely because of this that they are worthy of the great poet's sentence "Wildfires cannot be burned, and the spring breeze blows and grows".

Isn't Xiaocao's indomitable spirit also influencing people? Now, whenever I encounter difficulties, I look at the grass in the grass downstairs and let them give me strength and hope.

The spirit of Xiaocao will shine in everyone's heart......

I have never seen it so tenacious in life, only a touch of new green, dotted with a color of life on the weather-beaten branches, it is not obvious, let alone eye-catching, but in my mind, he shimmers in the sun. Step forward and stroke gently, and you can see the clear veins of the leaves. A soft, comfortable sensation flows between the fingers, like the soft cheeks of a child.

Look at the leaves next to them, some of them are not fully stretched, they are rolled together, and the top is a touch of reddish-brown, like a shy little girl.

Here the osmanthus has been thanked, and there are no friends who stop in this small plant world at home, and there is no faint fragrance. There is it, this rubber tree that has been with me for ten years. It's inconspicuous, not even a small flower that can't be named.

But it still grew, beneath the brutally broken wounds, one, two ......A touch of new green is quietly emerging, they are competing with each other, grabbing, bringing new breath to people.

I have regained hope of life! "They're laughing.

I'm rejuvenated! They shouted excitedly.

Gently stroking the slender but upright branches with his hands, a sense of vicissitudes of life and heartfelt admiration welled up in my heart. I silently gazed at the insignificant rubber tree and felt that it was not just an ordinary plant, but an eternal spirit. That touch of new green, like a babbling stream, flows into my heart.

It took away all my worries, all my unhappiness, and the burden that had been weighing on my heart. What I was left with was the joy and encouragement of regaining my faith.

I can't help but remember that ten years ago, it first came to our house and grew up with me, it watched me grow, and I formed a deep friendship with it. A few months ago it was cut off at the waist, and I regretted that maybe it would never be as lush as it used to be!

Seeing that it had finally sprouted, and was so full of life, my heart was full of joy, and that touch of new green flowed slowly in my heart.

Both flowers and people will encounter all kinds of setbacks, but the long river of life is endless. I stroked the cheek-like soft leaf again, and it rose slightly, and it was growing vigorously, growing, growing. What it brings to me is the motivation to move forward.

After pondering for a long time, I lowered my head and continued to complete the heavy task of studying, and in this unpredictable ocean, I seemed to be driving a small boat and began to explore the ...... of knowledge

If you are unhappy to spend your whole life, if you have been unhappy, live happily, there are a few places that Ling Wu is very touched I recently read an article "Wisteria Falls", as if he is living for others, he has to let others know, and he is not a gentleman: "People don't know and are not ashamed, for example, they are so happy and lively!" "They shout to live a wonderful and happy life

Don't be bothered by everything. Why do people have anxious grief. Flowing, flowing.

In contrast, "I'm blooming, he's not happy!" They laughed. "Wisteria Falls" is really a good article.

Here the spring red has been thanked? You don't live for others, it's because they don't have the simplicity of wisteria, "I'm blooming." The ancients said that others may not be able to know each of your achievements, there is no bee around the butterfly swarm, but in real life many people do not do it:

With this person making achievements, don't be bothered because people don't know. Some of them are shining from this tree, so what's your business? A man has to live for himself.

Life is short, it is better to be happy, it takes away the anxiety and grief that is pressing on my heart at all times. This wisteria waterfall flows slowly in my heart, and the wisteria is in full bloom. Wisteria inspired the author.

The most important thing is that the flowers are clustered one by one, and the crowd that does not enjoy the flowers pushes and squeezes each other, and they are happy every day. "This is what a great person should do, that others don't know, and all the good qualities, one after the other.

Wisteria Falls

Writing technique: The whole text uses the writing technique of supporting things and words, showing the prosperity of wisteria; The author expressed her views and perceptions of the swift stool life through the vigorous vitality of Wisteria Rose, and the tenacious vitality of Wisteria Rose gave the author confidence in life; The author expresses her sigh for the essence of life through the high praise of Wisteria Rose.

Author of Wisteria Falls.

The author of Wisteria Fallfalls is the contemporary writer Zong Pu, who also has pen names such as Feng Hua and Ren Xiaozhe. Zong Pu is engaged in ** and prose creation, and Mu Luqi's main works are "Red Beans", "Dream on the String", "Wisteria Falls", and "Wild Gourd Introduction".

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Zong Pu's works are mostly written about the intellectual class, the writing is elegant, full of learning, and subtle, and she has established a beautiful and gentle language style with her meticulous and calm narration. Slowly in the seemingly ordinary life situations and details, there is a majestic layout. Zong Pu is also the author of a collection of essays, Lilac Knot

The long ** "Nandu Ji", translated "Selected Poems of Muse".

1. The writing technique of "Wisteria Falls": The full text uses the writing technique of supporting things and words to show the prosperity of Wisteria Rose; The author expressed her views and perceptions of life through the vigorous vitality of Wisteria Rose, and the tenacious life of Wisteria Rose gave the author confidence in life; The author expresses her sigh for the essence of life through the high praise of Wisteria Rose.

2. "Wisteria Falls" is an essay by contemporary writer Zong Pu, selected from the 7th issue of Fujian Literature in 1982. The article was written in May 1982, when my younger brother was terminally ill, and the source of pure people was very sad, wandering in the courtyard of the hail ruler, seeing a tree in full bloom of wisteria roses, seeing things and relieving feelings, from the decline of flowers to prosperity, turning sadness into joy, and realizing the beauty of life and the eternity of life.

I couldn't help but stop.

I have never seen such a blooming vine, only a brilliant lilac, like a waterfall, hanging down from the sky, not its beginning, nor its end. It's just a deep shade of purple, as if it is flowing, laughing, and growing. The large purple banner shone with a little silver light, like a splash of water.

When I looked closely, I realized that it was the lightest part of each purple flower, teasing each other with the sun.

The spring red here has been gone, there is no crowd of people enjoying the flowers, and there are no bees and butterflies. Some of them are the shining, blooming vines of this tree. The flowers are next to each other, one after another, pushing each other and selling and squeezing, so lively and lively!

I'm blooming! "They're laughing.

I'm blooming! "They yelled.

Each spike is in full bloom at the top and waiting to be released at the bottom. The color is light at the top and dark at the bottom, as if the purple has settled down in the most tender and smallest buds. Each blooming flower is like a small full sail, with a pointed cabin under it, and the cabin is bulging; It's like a smile that can't help but bloom.

What kind of fairy dew elixir is there? I went up and wanted to pick one.

But I didn't pick it up. I don't have the habit of picking flowers. I just stood and stared, feeling that this wisteria waterfall was not only in front of my eyes, but also flowing slowly in my heart.

Flowing and flowing, it took away the anxiety and grief that had been pressing on my heart all the time, which was about the mystery of life and death, the brotherhood. I was immersed in the brilliance of this dense flower, and nothing else existed for the time being, only the tranquility of the spirit and the joy of life.

In addition to the brilliance, there is also a faint fragrance, and the fragrance seems to be light purple, which gently envelops me like a dream. I suddenly remembered that there was a large wisteria outside the door of my house more than ten years ago, which climbed very high next to a withered locust tree, but the flowers were always sparse, and a string of east and west hung on the treetops, as if trying something. Later, even the sparse flower strings were gone.

The other wisteria trellises in the garden were also removed and replaced with fruit trees. At that time, it was said that flowers have something to do with the corruption of life. I had regretfully thought:

There are no vine flowers to be seen here.

After so many years, the vine blossomed again, and it bloomed so vigorously, so densely, that the purple waterfall covered the thick coiled dragon-like branches, and it continued to flow, flow, and flow to the bottom of people's hearts.

Flowers and people will encounter all kinds of misfortunes, but the long river of life is endless. I stroked the little purple pod, full of wine of life, full of sails, sailing on this river of glittering flowers. It is one of the ten thousand flowers, and it is the flowers that make up the flowing waterfall of ten thousand flowers.

In this light purple glow and light purple fragrance, I couldn't help but quicken my pace.