How do you write a short essay on an object that embodies my feelings?

The following is a description of how to write a short essay on an object that conveys some of my feelings.

1. It can be written by the meaning of the origin of the item, such as whether it was given by someone, the meaning of the person who saw the object and thought about the person to me, or the acquisition of a certain thing, the impact of this matter, and so on!

Second, it can be written by the symbolic meaning of a certain attribute of the item, such as function, appearance, and so on!

Writing: 1. Introduce the origin or attributes of the item.

2. What are the symbolic meanings of the items?

3. Extend the insights you have gained and what to do in the future.

1.Composition.

Lyrical borrowing. I have a few pots of wild chrysanthemums on my balcony. Whenever the chrysanthemums are in full bloom, the balcony becomes the most beautiful scenery in my home.

The petals of the chrysanthemum are wrapped one after another, one petal after another, arranged as if we were doing morning exercises. Its circle of petals hangs like a wreath of beauty pageant winners on their beautiful heads. The path of the chrysanthemum is tender green, thin and long, like chopsticks, like a little girl who will fall down at any time.

I think it must be tough, otherwise how could its skinny body hold up to that magnificent flower? Chrysanthemums are not only appreciated, but also have many uses: they can make tea, stop bleeding, reduce swelling and so on.

I remember one time, I was playing so crazy at school that I made my little feet "bright red teardrops". When I got home, my mother saw my injury, and immediately brought scissors to cut the chrysanthemum, and the beautiful chrysanthemum was only half a diameter left, and the chrysanthemum I raised gave my precious life for me. I saw my mother quickly mash the chrysanthemums, knead them into the size of rice balls, and gently apply them to my injured feet.

Suddenly, a cool feeling came to me, accompanied by the fragrance of chrysanthemums. It reminds me of the joy I had when I raised chrysanthemums and the time I spent with chrysanthemums.

In order to repay the chrysanthemum for healing my pain, I still give the chrysanthemum a path to "eat" sweet and delicious rain and dew. I silently prayed in my heart that it would be rejuvenated under my careful care. Some time passed, and the chrysanthemums grew beautiful leaves.

Later, a miracle happened, and flower bones grew on the leaves. I'm happy and strange at the same time, happy is that the chrysanthemum is reborn, and the strange thing is how the chrysanthemum can be reborn? I asked my mom this question.

Mom said: "Because chrysanthemums have a strong ability to survive and are very strong. As long as it has roots and stems left, it will not wither easily, and will grow strongly.

After listening to my mother's words, I love chrysanthemums more, love its beauty, love its selfless dedication and perseverance even more, and I also understand that we should be as strong as chrysanthemums, and we should not retreat when we encounter any difficulties.

For example, when I was 12 years old, I passed by this stall and saw this small object, (describe the characteristics), but to this day, when I have changed the number of mobile phones, (to drag out the timeline) this small object is still on our small desk, but the color has been slightly yellowish, (or a trace of time).

Xiaocao walked on the path of the campus, and the pile of small tender grass attracted my eye. I looked ahead, and the grass was patchy and spread all over the campus. I can't help but think:

What sustains her and makes her so tenacious? Later, I understood her, and it was precisely because there was a hopeful force in her heart that supported her and made her tenacious, even under the strong resistance of the rocks.

When I saw her, I thought of her strong and unyielding, and I thought of the poet Bai Juyi's praise for her tenacious vitality: "The wildfire burns inexhaustibly, and the spring breeze blows and grows." "That's really the case!

Whenever everything recovers, she will bravely come out and report to people: "Spring is coming!" Tenacious, she always smiles and sings in the storm when dealing with setbacks.

It has been said, "Spring is the soul of nature." "But I will say:

This grass is the soul of spring. "Without grass, spring would have no vitality and no hope for greenery. So I hummed the song that people called "the whisper of grass":

There is no fragrance of flowers, no tree height, I am a little grass that no one knows, never lonely, never troubled, you see my friends are all over the world. Spring wind, spring breeze, you green; Sunshine, sunshine, you shine on me; Rivers, mountains, you have nurtured me; Mother of the earth, hug me tightly....”

The grass is ordinary, but it is great. Their seeds fall with the wind, and when they fall, they will take root and sprout in **, so generation after generation. Doesn't this symbolize the teachers who are fighting in the cause of education today?

In order to nurture the next generation, they work hard and work hard. Although they only work on a small three-foot podium and dedicate themselves silently, they are great, and they work hard to cultivate the spring flowers of our nation. Someone described the teacher like this:

The spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the wax torch turns to ash and tears begin to dry. I don't have flowery language, I just want to say to all the teachers in the world: "Teacher, you have worked hard!"

Teacher, you are as ordinary and great as grass, we will always remember you in our hearts, forever and ever!