How to write a lyrical essay on borrowing scenes, essays on borrowing lyricism

My hometown is a small, picturesque village with countless sights: the tea mountain scenery is intoxicating; The idyllic scenery makes you forget to return; The Bamboo Forest Quiet Garden is refreshing and pleasant......But my favorite thing is the clear stream.

In the rolling hills, there is a clear stream, and I don't feel tired at all when I sing beautiful songs all day long. Whether it is a depressed or upset person, after listening to the beautiful singing voice of Xiaoxi, the mood is absolutely suddenly brightened.

In spring, the clear stream resembles a white jade belt, and the willow trees at the water's edge flutter gently with slender branches. The green grass reflected in the water was interspersed with unknown wildflowers: light yellow, light blue, pink, slightly purple, like eyes, like stars, and blinking.

The large cauliflower on the opposite bank is reflected in the water, yellow and bright, like a golden carpet on the horizon. The cute little fish, one moment on the surface, the other time to swim into the water, the next moment to get together, the other time to disperse, the other time to disperse, very interesting!

In the summer, the creek becomes a children's paradise. The adults were enjoying the shade, playing chess, and laughing in the shade of the trees beside the stream, while the children were catching fish, some were having water fights, and some were "playing" with Sister Butterfly! The brook seemed to be quite happy, and sang more cheerfully.

Suddenly, Miss Qiu's footsteps sounded in people's ears. Look at! The autumn leaves are like golden boats rippling in the water, sailing into the distance.

The aroma of ripe fruit was everywhere, and the children were picking the large, sweet fruit from the fruit trees around the stream, and countless smiles were ...... on their faces

In winter, heavy snow covers every corner of the village. Everyone huddled in their own homes to keep warm, and some children played snowball fights and built snowmen outside, like elves in the snow. There was a thick layer of ice on the creek, and we skateboarded on the creek in groups, and the whole creek was full of laughter!

Day after day, year after year. This creek in my hometown has brought so much joy and help to the people of this village! Xiaoxi blindly helps others, but does not ask for anything in return, how precious is this spirit!

I love the creek back home!

Golden autumn.

Time kept moving forward, the weather gradually cooled, and the noisy cicadas were blown away by autumn, and in its place was the mournful chirping of crickets in the cracks of the stone slabs under the steps at night. Yes! That lovely autumn has finally arrived.

Autumn is more prosperous than spring, the spring of flowers and trees is beautiful, however, the fruitful autumn colors are full of the joy of harvest; Autumn is more colorful than summer, and although the summer with dense foliage is charming, the autumn colors of the golden leaves are more refreshing and pleasant; Autumn is more vibrant than winter, and the snowy winter is lovely, but the golden autumn with the fragrance of melons and fruits is more brilliant and gorgeous. Autumn came into the woods, and from a distance, the yellow leaves looked like flocks of golden butterflies, and they were tired of flying and landed on my shoulders, head, and feet. Brought my mind from the green summer to the golden autumn.

As soon as I turned around, a peach leaf fell beside me again, I bent down to pick it up, held it in my hand, and looked at it carefully, so special an autumn leaf! It hadn't had time to completely fade green, still emitting a strong aroma. Autumn came to the orchard, the persimmon bent down and bowed so that the branch was about to break, and the lychee sister was so fat that she broke her potato coat, revealing her bulging and white belly.

Huge apples hang all over the branches, showing a sweet smile, either shy or bold. When the autumn girl came to the farmland, the corn was happy, and it changed into a new golden dress, and grinned, showing a mouth full of golden teeth; Tomatoes put lipstick on their faces in order to make them more pretty; The potato's excitement was perhaps too high, and he burst his green mouth with a smile to reveal its yellow tongue. Autumn came to the garden, which became a paradise for chrysanthemums.

They may love the heavy gold color, so they choose to bloom their beauty in autumn. There are really many colors of chrysanthemums: yellow, pink, white.

The big flowers, the curly petals, resembled a little girl with curly hair. Linger in the chrysanthemum garden or enjoy a pot of chrysanthemums alone, and slowly revel in the fragrance. Autumn brings a golden yellow to the earth and cotton-like clouds to the blue sky.

The autumn wind, cool as water, dyed the world yellow with a hint of chill.

I love the crisp autumn season!

I love autumn with its unpretentious chrysanthemums.

I love this unique, splendid autumn scenery.

Autumn is really a harvest season, and the sounds of lawnmowers, children's laughter, and adults' laughter are all combined to form a symphony of "Golden Autumn".

Looking back, the acacia flowers have bloomed.

For a few days, the worries haunted me like a spider's web - I was about to upgrade to the exam again. My mind is full of homework, and I am dumbfounded, and it is right to look down and think about it: books are originally made of wood, and there are too many of them, so it is naturally like this.

Walking in the sun, my senses began to revital: the streets were warm, everything around me was so fresh and beautiful, as if I was a baby who had just come into this world - at this time, I thought that I was a genius, a baby, indeed a baby who had just landed, breathing heavily in ......

Suddenly, I froze there. In my nose, I clearly smelled a fragrant fragrance, faint, and full of desire to expand, permeating everywhere.

Surprised, I looked around. The locust trees beside the road are full of flowers: the low ones are within reach of standing on the wall, and the high ones are only for looking up; The one that is open is holding the flower sac, the fragrance is unreserved, and the one that is not open is also bathed in the sun, brewing and brewing hard.

Yes, the acacia blossoms are blooming. I found the first grass this year, and it seems that it was yesterday. My heart couldn't help but tremble:

Time flows without stopping, without looking back. Flowers bloom and fall, plants and trees flourish and wither, the long road of life, how many have you ever stopped to watch the flowers around you? On the one-way street of life, how have you ever noticed the scenery passing by outside the car window?

Didn't you just get upset about the exam?

There can't be just asceticism in life. Because, what kind of sorrow it will be to pick the flowers that bloom in the morning until the evening!

I learned it in elementary school, so change it myself.

Understood, little ghost.