Essay on the title of I learned to plant rice Urgent !!!!!!!!!! 50 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! reward

I'm dizzy, I'm late, the one above is all written, I won't write it, trouble.

We puff up our chests and compose the poems of youth; We step forward and climb the ladder of success; We open our arms and embrace a bright future!

Dreams are our pursuit, longing for God's gifts. My dream is ......(I wrote it myself in the middle, and I wrote about the difficulties and bitterness, and frustrations in pursuing my dreams).

The road to pursuing your dreams is always so hard, but as long as you persevere, the iron pillar will be sharpened into a needle!

"I Dream" is like a junior high school exam essay

I'm so sorry I don't have a bounty point!!

The memories of the wind Buddha for 17 years, and the picture scroll of 17 years wet by rain. In the breeze and drizzle, the commemoration of the days passed by like flowing water, the clarity and brightness of the pictures are ......vividly vivid

Make a cup of tea to commemorate the autumn sunset. Enjoying the warm bath, the leaves soothed the spiral, wantonly squeezed out the green color, dyed with boiled water, and swam in it, like the delicate body of the grass buds dancing after the spring rain. The fragrance is like the breath of spring, commemorating the sunset in the autumn wind, and the aftertaste is endless.

The blue sky is cloudy, the yellow flower land, the west wind is tight, and the northern geese fly south. "Autumn is full of sadness, and autumn seems to be soaked in sadness into a dull yellow, reluctantly leaving a touch of sunset. "Blue sky, green grassland, soft spring breeze, south swallow north return.

The fragrant tea breath filled with the tenderness of the spring breeze rises one by one, blowing it to the sunset, dispelling the sadness of autumn for it, smearing a piece of green on the dusk sunset, and offering a trace of softness to the autumn wind. Brew a cup of fragrant tea, exude a faint scent of grass, and let the autumn sunset sleep in the comfort of the fragrance.

Blow a flute to commemorate the snowflakes of winter. The stave spreads in the air, the fingers rise and fall on the flute hole, the notes float into the stave, string into a tune, connect into a song, fly from the window to the window, carry the six-petal snowflakes, dance in the world covered in silver. The melodious and mysterious sound of the flute, commemorating the white snowflakes in winter, is full of warmth.

The flute sounded, and the snowflakes that wanted to fall to the ground suddenly raised their heads upwards and tossed for three weeks. Stepping on the plum blossoms, the red is full of dazzling crystals, lying between the eyebrows, and the warmth hits after the cold; The sound of the flute is suppressed, and the snowflakes fall quietly and silently, lightly; I press the branches and bend to the earth, and I am heavy. The sound of the flute is low and frustrating, and the snowflakes can rise or fall, or they can be light or heavy, and the snowflakes will dance as you like.

Draw a picture to commemorate the lotus flowers in the summer pond. The rice paper is spread horizontally on the table, and the pen on the paper walks the dragon and snake, when it is curved and straight, and when it is mentioned. Where the ink is dyed, there are thick and light, thick and fine.

Green dotted leaves, red dotted flowers, circles dotted, outlined and drawn into a painting. The simple paintings that float away commemorate the lotus flowers in the summer pond are rich and noble. The pen is dyed with ink, and the blue and white flowers on the rice paper are graceful; The wind and rain are blowing, and the lotus flowers in the summer pond are slim.

Sketch a painting two, in black and white, red and green, interpret the amazing temperament of the lotus.

Commemorate the traces left by the years, commemorate the beauty in the unbeautiful, commemorate the happiness after crying, commemorate the fresh air, commemorate the ......Savor it, feel the beauty of life, and feel the true meaning of life!

The bright moonlight is like a basin of silver water.

On the grass, I walked along with this light, and the tune of "Singing the Second Little Cowherd" sounded in my ears. In the early morning, when the rising red sun shone on my pale cheeks in Tiananmen Square, the smile that appeared on the corner of my mouth urged me to sing "The Shining Red Star". Ah, the five-star red flag tells me never to forget the past; The red scarf on my chest tells me that I am a glorious Young Pioneer, and I want to carry forward the patriotic spirit of my ancestors!

"Who said that women are inferior to men"; "The interests of the people are above all else" of "Little Hero Rain"; "Dong Cunrui"'s "For the sake of New China, rush" always inspires our post-90s generation to move forward bravely! The blood of the martyrs was commemorated by the rushing Yellow River; The bodies of martyrs are forever treasured by the loess; The heroic deeds of the martyrs were recorded by the reckless Kunlun! Spring flowers bloom more vividly for spring; The lotus flower has achieved "out of the mud without staining" for summer; The fragrant osmanthus flowers bring the autumn colors far away; The plum blossoms that bloom in the cold winter compose a poem of unyielding loyalty.

At the moment when the Chinese nation is facing decline, the martyrs exchanged their "fighting youth" for the people's peace and contentment! The four seasons are singing to China, and the laughter of martyrs spreads all over the world and blends into the hearts of every Chinese! I am a young eagle soaring over the vast grassland; I am a seedling who is about to become a pillar; I am a Chinese teenager with lofty ideals, I want to step on the footsteps of my ancestors to create the future, so that the motherland's tomorrow will sound a song - "Remembrance"!

I want to inherit the 5,000-year-old Chinese culture and inherit the spiritual wealth left by my ancestors. Let the land of the motherland be filled with patriotic melodies; Let the homeless child of "Taiwan" throw himself into the arms of his mother again; Let the long-lost mother and son reunite! May the flower of patriotism bloom in your heart and mine, and never wither ......

There is no splendor of the flower season, there is no sadness of the rainy season, I am fifteen years old and I only have my own state of mind and free space, maybe a little crazy, maybe a little different, but every day I will stand on the starting line with a new look, with confidence, bright mood to meet the sunny day.

At the age of fifteen, I grew up, bid farewell to my childhood, had my own opinions, had my own world, learned to appreciate the merits of others, and learned to cherish and give up.

Fifteen-year-old me fell in love with ** and liked to sit in the lounge chair at dusk when the sun was setting, listening to ** while reading magazines. I like to turn loneliness into fulfillment in the company of **, and I like to listen to "Liang Zhu" because it is beautiful and seductive, and it is a representative of sincere love; I like Jay because he's rebellious and simple; I like FIR because they are active and full of life. But I prefer upbeat piano music.

At the age of fifteen, I was full of fantasies, and when my mother's face was wrinkled, I fantasized about inventing a cosmetics that would keep her youth forever, so that her mother's face would always shine with youthful light; When I saw my dad's exhaustion after work, I fantasized about inventing a soup that would make people feel energized forever, so that he would always be able to go to work easily after drinking it. When I encountered a problem in the exam, I fantasized that I could have a magic pen and answer all the test questions for me, of course, with a 100% accuracy rate. That way, I can take first place and make some small requests to my mom, hehe.

At the age of fifteen, I had the urge to admit defeat, and at one point, my table mate was one point ahead of me on the list. The table mate held the list and showed it to me, "Oh, I'm one place ahead of you!" I smiled politely on the surface, but in fact, my lungs were about to explode, and I secretly thought, "Isn't it just one step ahead of me?"

What is there to brag about, next time I'm going to be ten places ahead of you! Hum! "After that, I studied like crazy, hehe, the old Chinese saying goes, "hard work pays off", and in the next exam, although I was not ten places ahead of him, but still to.

The difference of six places left him behind.

In general, I'm still a pretty talkative and nice person to get along with. Dressed in the sunshine of fifteen years old, he has a refreshing personality, handsome hair, sometimes walks quickly, seems to be very sophisticated, but in fact his posture is so stupid that he is bubbling.

I am an ordinary middle school student, a girl with dreams and personality. With the liveliness of a fifteen-year-old and the childishness of a fifteen-year-old, I held my head high and went to meet the sunny day!

History is always moving forward in a constant alternation of repetitions, where the old dies and the new is born. Ever since I was in college, I've been thinking about creating a piece like this.

I often go to art museums to see paintings by some of the great masters. At the Zhejiang Art Museum, I have seen that there are many painters whose creations about history are basically three-dimensional space, often only showing a historical moment or event, such as famous paintings such as "Capture of ** Mansion". Can we use a transcendent form of time and space to express some of the historical processes of mankind?

In this way, I had the idea of using dozens of historical figures in the fields of military, science, painting, **, etc. When it came time to create a creative idea at the end of my junior year, I didn't hesitate to choose this idea of mine, about the alternation of time and space. After a series of continuous revisions and improvements, such as sketches, finalizations, line drawings, and upper plates, a relatively ideal picture was finally formed.

Although the whole painting is romantic, it is realistic in the form of expression, and I want to break the traditional perspective and light source, and set the overall color tone to warm colors, because warm colors symbolize the light of human beings, and dozens of celebrities are the support of the whole picture. In terms of the placement of the characters, I want to express a kind of interest in the theme, not only the contrast between ancient and modern, but also highlights the contrast between China and the West, such as Wu Changshuo, Xu Beihong and Picasso put together a bunch, Napoleon and Sun Yat-sen stand together, and next to Plato with a mask is Confucius, etc., which is a bit absurd but interesting. In the way the characters are drawn, they also want to highlight their characteristics through details, such as the wine glass held by Li Bai, Li Siguang who is holding a magnifying glass to observe the stone, Mei Lanfang who has not yet taken off the costume, and Hawking who is in a wheelchair.

In addition, I added some traditional Chinese elements to the picture, such as the dragon relief on the stone wall behind Jackson, the green landscape mural on the upper right of Sun Yat-sen, the terracotta warriors and horses and the ancient tripods next to him, and the wooden tablets scattered on the ground.

In the middle of the picture is the vast universe, the universe is space, the universe is time, and the dark color gives people a mysterious, profound and endless reverie, in which anything can happen. On the left is a more mottled mural, and on the right is a modern and fashionable advertising sticker, which reflects the alternation of the old and the new with the traditional Chinese representative of flying and high-tech representative Sputnik.

I named this work "Rong", and one word encapsulates all the meanings to be expressed: ancient and modern, Chinese and Western, old and new. I only hope that people can not only relish the identification of the characters at the same time as this painting, but also feel some deep things is the best.

In a word: the sages are all over, and the young are long and salty.

Sincerity can break the heart wall and blend hearts and minds. Just like Wei Wei's "The Devotion of Love": "This world will become a beautiful world." Mo Dao is not compatible, tolerance can be done, and having a tolerant mind can forgive others