Write a composition for nothing.

1. Grass composition topic "No fragrance, no tree height, I am nameless grass ..." Grass's identity is subtle, without fragrance, tall body and bright colors, but there are several things I admire most, that is, indomitable spirit and my tenacious vitality, which are the characteristics of grass.

In spring, the grass moved the boulder on its head, making it break through the ground, bathed in warm sunshine and enjoying the sweet spring rain, and finally grew sturdily and became stronger and more tenacious under the care of spring.

Miss Xia came to the earth not with warm spring, but with strong sunshine, roasting everything on the earth with the scorching sun. Grass not only didn't complain bitterly in the scorching sun of Jiao Yang, but also survived tenaciously in the water-deficient environment. In a small corner, she is not afraid of the heat, nor is she afraid of the heavy rain beating it. The wind makes it crooked, and she still lives with her head held high.

In winter, the wind kept roaring, like a fierce tiger that plunged the earth into cold. The grass took off its green coat and put on its golden coat, fighting against the strong wind and waiting for it to grow taller again in the spring breeze next year.

Although the grass is not beautiful or tall, its tenacious vitality often moves me; Although the grass is unremarkable, its indomitable spirit has always inspired me to move forward.

2. Write the composition materials in white 1, and others leave their names.

Footprints will be left everywhere in life: under the bridge on the road, in the streets and lanes ... Footprints may not be erased, but the road has changed, the bridge has collapsed, the street has disappeared, and the lane has changed ... Can we still pick up the footprints of the past? With the passage of time, many things have left their footprints. What can you think of? Please write a composition on the topic of "Footprints", which can tell stories, expand imagination and express feelings. Material 2 Affection is intangible, and no one can tell what it looks like; Feelings are free, and no one will let you spend money to buy them; Family ties are priceless. Nothing can match its price. Affection is selfless. Nothing can sacrifice yourself more than it ... you must have your own unique feelings about family.

Please write a composition on the topic of "family". The requirements of the two materials are the same: ① independent decision; 2 topic self-made; 3 style selection; (4) Not less than 800 words.

Analyze "topics". Footprints are visible and tangible, that is, real things; As verbs, the meaning of "emotional meaning" and "feeling" lies in thinking or deep in the heart, which is intangible and exists in the carrier of people's thoughts and feelings.

When students are faced with writing topics with specific nouns, their thinking is often limited to these nouns themselves, and they are not good at association and imagination, or they are not good at divergent thinking in many aspects. Therefore, it is difficult to connect the materials collected from real life with writing topics, and they cannot find a starting point for writing, which leads to a narrow writing space. To this end, we can adopt the method of "avoiding the real and making the virtual". Specifically, we can use the past scenery, future scenery and inner scenery to reflect the real scene in front of us; Authors can express real people by mixing synthetic, historical or virtual characters; Notes can reflect real feelings and facts with the help of things in memory, assumptions and even dreams; Writing theory can be extended by concrete images, talking about history, culture, life, society and so on.

Therefore, "footprint" can be associated with the road under foot (virtual) through the real footprint, with the history of growth (virtual) through the road under foot, and with the footprint of life (virtual) through the process of growth. Its connotation is rich and profound, its artistry is revealed and its philosophy is excavated. Such ideas, ideas and writing methods can be implemented.

For example, the article "Culture, Treading in the Footsteps of Autumn": Culture, singing "Looking up, I found that it was moonlight, and then sinking, I suddenly remembered my home", while Li Bai was treading in the footsteps of autumn, looking for a way home; Spit a sentence "Leave the residual lotus to listen to the rain", Li Yishan followed the footsteps of autumn and disappeared into the confused fog; Whispering "Steal a pear core and borrow a plum blossom soul", Lin Daiyu followed the footsteps of autumn and buried her romantic life with a piece of pure land. Autumn, sentimental autumn, its footprints are all over this magical land. With the wheel of history, it has been more than two thousand years in Kyushu, China.

How many literati indulge in the footsteps of autumn. Its footprint crosses the field, and Xin Qiji touches its golden color with "rich years in the fragrance of rice and flowers"; Its footprints remain on the frost leaves, leading Du Mu to "the depths of white clouds"; The Moon Palace left its footprint, which provoked Dongpo to "ask heaven for wine"; Its footprint stays in the mountains, teaching Tao Qian to "pick chrysanthemums under the hedge" ... not just poetry! When Yuyao left the footprint of 1948 in autumn, Yu, a figure who influenced the contemporary literary world, was born.

The footsteps of autumn, accompanied by the continuous autumn rain, have gone through the "cultural journey", the "notes of mountain residence", the "long river of frost and cold" and said "a thousand-year sigh", ending with "borrowing my life". Mr. Yu left a trail of autumn in the north and south of the Yangtze River with his pen tip, which made autumn occupy enough weight in China culture and exotic culture! Autumn gave Yu a lifetime, and Yu gave China culture a lifetime.

Following the footsteps of autumn, he took the wounds of the next generation, the tears of ruins, Qu Yuan's dreams, Li Bai's poems, Kunlun Mountain and the waves of the Yellow River, and he became a nirvana phoenix, flying proudly in the autumn of culture. The shadow of autumn can also be found in the traditional folk culture of China.

When the footsteps of autumn stay in August, a song "The Moon of the Fifteenth" sings endlessly, echoing in the barracks at the ends of the earth of the motherland; When the footsteps of autumn stay in August, a song "Flowers in August" sings the deep affection between the army and the people and stays in the burning years; When the footsteps of autumn stay in August, every family puts a plate of attractive moon cakes on the table, taking a bite is crispy and delicious, sweet in the mouth and beautiful in the heart; When the footsteps of autumn stay in August, the fairy in the moon palace also lights a lamp for homesick people. This lamp is called "Mid-Autumn Festival" ... Autumn flowers can pass away, but autumn footprints have really existed, the autumn moon can change, but autumn footprints have become eternal. A nation's culture, relying on autumn, will be rich and heavy, handed down from generation to generation.

Culture, with the footsteps of autumn, lasts forever ... The author quickly positioned the material on "culture" when he saw "footprints" and let him "avoid reality and be empty". Taking the word "autumn" as a clue, he strung together cultures that span ancient and modern times and across China and the West, and was ingenious, making the article magnificent. This is really a clever idea. This composition is rich in content and widely read by practitioners. Masterpieces (that is, the "real" theme in this article) are readily available, and there will be no empty discussion and summary introduction, nor will it give readers the feeling of being speechless and speaking less.

However, the bottom of the pen is fragrant, the article is profound and full of cultural atmosphere. Of course, this article has deep language skills and literary talent, such as proper quotation (true), richness and elegance (ethereal); Multi-purpose parallelism, magnificent (virtual).

"emptiness" makes the image of "footprints" fly through the ages and cross China and the west. The course "Culture" not only has a specific history and region, but also has an abstract ideological identity in readers' minds, so that readers can get a clear understanding. The artistry produced by its "literary style" and "language style" cannot but make readers sigh and shock: this is a masterpiece.

The topic of "affection" covers a wide range. If you directly express your feelings or views on this concept, it will inevitably lead to superficial and vague articles. So the idea can be broad, big or small, and can be abstracted into concrete methods, that is, written in it.

3. How to use the imaginary writing of real questions and the imaginary writing of real questions in writing? Zong Baihua, an aesthetician, popularly pointed out in "Virtual and Real in China's Artistic Expression" that poetry, drama, painting, calligraphy, architecture, seal cutting, music and dance are characterized by the combination of virtual and real in their expression (space).

Take Wang Zhihuan's Poem of Loving Herons as an example. "The mountain covers the day, and the ocean drains the golden river", which is written in real life, and the language is just around the corner; "But you have broadened your horizons by 300 miles to a higher level", and from reality to nothingness, you have integrated the scenery and the soul. From a broad field of vision, we can imagine great ambition and tolerance, and the poems are realistic and vivid.

The "virtual" and "real" here are commonly understood as: there is real, and there is no virtual; Evidence is truth, and false support is empty; Objectivity is true, hermit is empty; Actions are true, but words are empty; The present is true and the future is empty; What is known is true and what is unknown is false. Take Li He's poem "Will Send" as an example: "Roll the mat in the east bed to protect the autumn.

Autumn is far away and the moon is full in front of the door. "The first two sentences are written in order, and the journey is about to begin. This is real writing.

So what is the road ahead and what is the poet's heart? I won't say this directly. The poet just wrote the scene in front of him. The autumn sky is far away and the sky is boundless; Moonlight, like water, fills the road and seems to have no end.

This is a virtual pen. The author wants to explore some writing methods of college entrance examination composition from the perspective of the relationship between "virtual" and "real" in order to relieve the confusion of some candidates.

There are two materials below. After reading it, write a composition as required: material 1: geese leave their voices and people leave their names. Footprints will be left everywhere in life: under the bridge on the road, in the streets and lanes ... Footprints may not be erased, but the road has changed, the bridge has collapsed, the street has disappeared, and the lane has changed ... Can we still pick up the footprints of the past? With the passage of time, many things have left their footprints. What can you think of? Please write a composition on the topic of "Footprints". You can record your experiences, talk about your experiences and feelings, tell stories, make comments, expand your imagination and express your feelings.

Material 2 Affection is intangible, and no one can tell what it looks like; Feelings are free, and no one will let you spend money to buy them; Family ties are priceless. Nothing can match its price. Affection is selfless. Nothing can sacrifice yourself more than it ... you must have your own unique feelings about family. Please write a composition on the topic of "family".

The requirements of the two materials are the same: ① independent decision; 2 topic self-made; 3 style selection; (4) Not less than 800 words. Analyze "topics".

Footprints are visible and tangible, that is, real things; As verbs, the meaning of "emotional meaning" and "feeling" lies in thinking or deep in the heart, which is intangible and exists in the carrier of people's thoughts and feelings. When students are faced with writing topics with specific nouns, their thinking is often limited to these nouns themselves, and they are not good at association and imagination, or they are not good at divergent thinking in many aspects. Therefore, it is difficult to connect the materials collected from real life with writing topics, and they cannot find a starting point for writing, which leads to a narrow writing space.

To this end, we can adopt the method of "avoiding the real and making the virtual". Specifically, we can use the past scenery, future scenery and inner scenery to reflect the real scene in front of us; Authors can express real people by mixing synthetic, historical or virtual characters; Notes can reflect real feelings and facts with the help of things in memory, assumptions and even dreams; Writing theory can be extended by concrete images, talking about history, culture, life, society and so on. Therefore, "footprint" can be associated with the road under foot (virtual) through the real footprint, with the history of growth (virtual) through the road under foot, and with the footprint of life (virtual) through the process of growth. Its connotation is rich and profound, its artistry is revealed and its philosophy is excavated.

Such ideas, ideas and writing methods can be implemented. For example, the article "Culture, Treading in the Footsteps of Autumn": Culture, singing "Looking up, I found that it was moonlight, and then sinking, I suddenly remembered my home", while Li Bai was treading in the footsteps of autumn, looking for a way home; Spit a sentence "Leave the residual lotus to listen to the rain", Li Yishan followed the footsteps of autumn and disappeared into the confused fog; Whispering "Steal a pear core and borrow a plum blossom soul", Lin Daiyu followed the footsteps of autumn and buried her romantic life with a piece of pure land.

Autumn, sentimental autumn, its footprints are all over this magical land. With the wheel of history, it has been more than two thousand years in Kyushu, China. How many literati indulge in the footsteps of autumn.

Its footprint crosses the field, and Xin Qiji touches its golden color with "rich years in the fragrance of rice and flowers"; Its footprints remain on the frost leaves, leading Du Mu to "the depths of white clouds"; The Moon Palace left its footprint, which provoked Dongpo to "ask heaven for wine"; Its footprint stays in the mountains, teaching Tao Qian to "pick chrysanthemums under the hedge" ... not just poetry! When Yuyao left the footprint of 1948 in autumn, Yu, a figure who influenced the contemporary literary world, was born. The footsteps of autumn, accompanied by the continuous autumn rain, have gone through the "cultural journey", the "notes of mountain residence", the "long river of frost and cold" and said "a thousand-year sigh", ending with "borrowing my life".

Mr. Yu left a trail of autumn in the north and south of the Yangtze River with his pen tip, which made autumn occupy enough weight in China culture and exotic culture! Autumn gave Yu a lifetime, and Yu gave China culture a lifetime. Following the footsteps of autumn, he took the wounds of the next generation, the tears of ruins, Qu Yuan's dreams, Li Bai's poems, Kunlun Mountain and the waves of the Yellow River, and he became a nirvana phoenix, flying proudly in the autumn of culture.

The shadow of autumn can also be found in the traditional folk culture of China. When the footsteps of autumn stay in August, a song "The Moon of the Fifteenth" sings endlessly, echoing in the barracks at the ends of the earth of the motherland; When the footsteps of autumn stay in August, a song "Flowers in August" sings the deep affection between the army and the people and stays in the burning years; When the footsteps of autumn stay in August, every family puts a plate of attractive moon cakes on the table, taking a bite is crispy and delicious, sweet in the mouth and beautiful in the heart; When the footsteps of autumn stay in August, the fairy in the moon palace also lights a lamp for homesick people. This lamp is called "Mid-Autumn Festival" ... Autumn flowers can pass away, but autumn footprints have really existed, the autumn moon can change, but autumn footprints have become eternal.

A nation's culture is based on autumn.

4. The composition describing a scene should be written in a real and imaginary way; We should not only be realistic, but also describe spring with imagination-describing Jiangnan in spring is beautiful, the wind is soft, the air is fresh and the sun is warm; Wheat seedlings in the field are like the sea, scattered villages are unsinkable boats, criss-crossing winding rivers, willow branches by the river spit out buds, and reeds are green as soon as they come out; The calm river wakes up from the simplicity of winter and is covered with the color of nature.

First of all, the snow on the Chaoyang hillside is melting, slowly revealing the yellow and black land. Last year, snow water moistened the soil and soaked grass plants. The hibernating grass roots covered with snow wake up, forcefully and gradually push away the old grass plants and rotten leaves and struggle to grow up. At the same time, the seeds of plants and trees falling with the wind last autumn were also wrapped in wet soil, rooted in the grass and fought for their lives.

This year's solar terms are naturally a bit late, and butterflies are still very weak; Butterflies are so tall and straight when they are born. It seems that the world is really sweet and comforting.

There are only three or four white clouds in the sky, which are not too heavy. Swallows nail little black children to play on them. Nature in spring looks beautiful and happy, just like a girl looking forward to the future; The grass turned golden, and the autumn flowers showed their pale petals. Daisies rarely cut the grass with white eyes now, but the color is getting thicker, and the sun has tilted, allowing orange and sudden light to make long shiny traces slip into the Woods. These marks will soon pass like a robe dragged on the ground by a woman who said goodbye to you.

In February and March of spring, the light blew slightly, and it began to rain in Mao Mao inexplicably. Thousands of soft willows relaxed their yellow-green eyes, red, white and yellow flowers, green grass and green leaves all came like people at the fair, forming a brilliant spring. Those little swallows, so cute, so cute, also flew from the south. Wan Li is clear.

Miss Chun squinted in the sun. The new green leaves and the fog and smoke in the fields are like her clothes.

With the pace of her spring, the green grass broke through the ground and stood out almost with her feet. The climate in Xishuangbanna is like spring all year round, but spring is still the best season.

It was spring, and on the eve of the Dai Water-splashing Festival, we came to an olive dam called Emerald in Xishuangbanna. When we set foot on this land from the boat of Lancang River, we immediately felt as if we were in a natural tropical garden.

There are trees everywhere and flowers everywhere. Walking on the path between villages is like walking on a well-built tree-lined road, only the golden light of the sun shines through the cracks in the dense leaves.

Spring is surrounded by mountains, and it does not leak. The peach blossoms there are still in bloom; Wandering thin clouds fly from one peak to another, sometimes stopping for a while, in order to block the sun and teach the flowers and plants on the ground to avoid the threat of flames in its shadow.

The vines and other ferns grow in the shade under the rocks and beside the bottom of the mountain stream. Red, yellow, blue and purple grasses are dotted on the green.

Time is like a spinning wheel. Autumn has passed.

Winter has passed. The god of April comes with pleasure.

Butterflies are flying in groups, birds are singing in groups, and miscellaneous flowers are blooming in the treetops. At this time, the southern countries of chlorine and fluorine have been unable to carry strong vitality.

This is the season when all trees win glory. On the distant horizon, it is no longer the winter that stands tall.

Old leaves don't have to worship or make that tragic self-sacrifice to protect trees from the cold winter. Here, even in winter, the sunshine is as bright as gold, the rain is warm and abundant, and there are inexhaustible nutrients under the surface.

Ten thousand mu are dreaming their happy dreams in the breeze. Describe summer-describe the day of June 15 in summer. It's too hot.

As soon as the sun came out, the ground seemed to be on fire. Some Feiyun, like clouds, like fog and not like fog, are floating in the air, which makes people feel breathless.

There are cliffs, steep walls, fountains and grasslands, but what is even weirder is the sparkling ice lake. The bottom of the lake is blue, and the reflection of distant mountains floats on the lake.

In the evening, when the sunset glow disappears, you set up a tent on the grass by the lake, raise yellow fire, look at the stars in the ice lake of Ming Che, and look at the snow-capped mountains dyed red by yellow fire, and forget the heat of summer, as if you were in a mythical world. White clouds are slowly floating in the sky, and farmers in twos and threes are working hard on the vast land.

Gentle willows hang on the quiet river. The urchin by the river broke the silence by the river: "Look! Look! Loach! This little clam mold! " In the morning when flowers are in full bloom, shouts and laughter float in the air, which makes people deeply feel the happiness of summer.

Describe autumn-describe the autumn rain hitting their faces. Piles of dark gray clouds hold the earth low.

It's already late autumn, all the trees in the endless forest are bare, and the old tree stands gloomy and brown moss covers its wrinkles. Ruthless autumn stripped them of their beautiful clothes, and they had to wither and stand there bald.

Autumn comes with the sound of fallen leaves, and the morning is fresh as dew. The sky exudes soft light, clear and ethereal, which makes people want to listen to the soaring songs of larks, just like looking at the blue sea and thinking of seeing a white sail.

Sunset is the wings of time. When it flies away, it will spread out for a while. So dusk.

The clear sky in late autumn is like an endless calm blue sea; Strong white light jumps in the air, just like microwaves on the sea; At the foot of the mountain, patches of sorghum are always swaying full heads, like fluctuating red water; However, the withered leaves painted the fields with withered colors. What a beautiful autumn! Here, it is no longer scorched earth and ashes. It is a bustling place, and Qian Shan is covered with red carpets.

Korean pine covered with elastic skins is still alive, standing proudly on the high rocks, whistling in the valley and flying slowly in the rice fields in vain. When the steep west wind brushes the sky higher and higher; When the stranger's child looks at the last south flying goose; When the boundless grass on the vast field is swaying and turning yellow-at this time, it is autumn, and it is the season when trees fall leaves.

Description of winter-Describe that the sky in winter is full of stars, which are cold, dry and cold, and frozen.

5. Write an essay titled "The Story of Grass", "Wandering Grass Across the Plain, Coming and Going with the Four Seasons". Wildfire never completely devoured them, and they grew taller again in the spring breeze. "Many people in the world praise flowers and trees, but no one praises grass. Grass, although not as beautiful as flowers, has no fragrance of flowers; Not as tall as a tree. Because grass is very small and insignificant in people's eyes, no one has ever paid attention to it. I just like grass. I like the strong quality of grass and the spirit that "wildfires will not devour them, but they will grow taller again in the spring breeze".

There is a grass in my yard, and I have witnessed its strong quality. I remember that it rained heavily and was windy that day. I stood at the window, looking at the grass, swaying by the wind. I worry all day that the grass will be blown away by this heartless wind. To my surprise, the grass survived and stood tall and straight. Under the baptism of the storm, the grass became stronger. I can't help but be moved by the strong quality of grass. Besides, I decided to study like a grass.

Every day, I visit the grass and take care of it every day. The grass is blooming more vigorously. I look at the grass, and there is an indescribable beauty in my heart. The exam is coming. I concentrate on my studies and have little time to take care of the grass. I think the grass must be dead. After the exam, I can't help but admire the vitality of the grass when I see it still standing in the sun!

Whether it's wind or rain; Regardless of the exposure to the hot sun, the grass is not afraid of difficulties and resolutely stands down. The strong quality of grass deeply touched my heart.

6. Write a short article entitled "The Grass Tell Me": People trample on the grass, and the grass is very embarrassed. Hello, everyone. Do you know who I am? Wrong. Wrong. Yes, I am a selfless grass.

I have no colorful clothes on me and no bright hat on my head. Whenever Miss Chun comes quietly, she gives me a green skirt to enjoy the warmth of spring in this fairy tale world.

I am a clean grass. When the heavy rain comes, I close my eyes and wait patiently for the heavy rain to give me a good bath. After the heavy rain, my body is spotless, how comfortable it is!

I am a grass. When Grandfather Sun first appeared from the East, I was covered with crystal dew. At this moment, the industrious little bee buzzed over and said to me, "Good morning, Grass."

A gust of autumn wind blew, the leaves slowly fell, and I gradually turned yellow. An old woman took me and my companions to the yard to bask in the sun. A few days later, grandma sent us to the kitchen. I know the last moment is coming.

But I'm not sad. There is a poem called "the vast grass crosses the plain and comes and goes with the four seasons". Wildfire never completely devoured them, and they grew taller again in the spring breeze. "This is my true portrayal, and my spiritual encouragement has influenced generation after generation.

7. The grass touched my heart. Grass has been easily overlooked since ancient times, but I think it is an indispensable thing in my life.

Grass gives people vitality. It is full of vitality, dreams and hopes. Grass has a wide range of functions: it can be made into prescriptions to treat people; It can absorb carbon dioxide and release oxygen, so that we have fresh air every day; It can prevent soil erosion and desertification in the world ... It also has a quality that has always inspired me, and that is perseverance.

I remember it was in the sixth grade of primary school. I didn't do well in the mid-term exam, so I screwed up. I walked to the river alone and silently looked at the endless river. I was speechless and sat down.

I sat on the green grass and calmly reflected on my previous loss. At this point, the light in my heart has disappeared, and I feel as if I have fallen into the abyss and can't get up again.

Thinking about it, I stood up and looked down. The grass was trampled by me. I thought to myself: Grass has the same sense of loss as me! I went home in despair. The next day, I came to yesterday's place to reflect. I didn't expect the grass that I trampled all over yesterday to grow taller and more energetic.

My heart was touched at once, and the light in my heart lit up again, and I regained my confidence. At that time, my heart felt like a big stone, but now I have removed the stone and untied my heart. Looking at these grasses, I can't help thinking of Bai Juyi's poem: "wildfire never quite consumes them, the spring breeze is blowing high."

I ran home happily, flying freely in the sky like a happy bird. In the final exam, I was full of confidence and achieved brilliant results-because I know where I fell and I will try my best to get up from there. I am convinced that as long as you persevere and work hard, there is nothing unsuccessful in the world! Ah! Grass, you touched my heart and made my heart spacious and bright! ~ If you agree with my answer, please click the "Accept as Satisfied Answer" button in time ~ ~ Just comment "Satisfied" on the client ~ ~ Your adoption is the driving force for my progress ~ ~ If you have any new questions, please feel free to ask me for help. It's hard to answer, please forgive me ~ ~.

8. Write the imaginary sentence-the grass slipped out of the soil, tender and green. In the garden, in the field, look, a large area is full of yes. Peach trees, apricot trees and pear trees, you won't let me and I won't let you, all of which are full of flowers. Red is like fire, pink is like chardonnay and white is like snow. Flowers are sweet and fragrant. Like needles, like filaments, densely woven, there is a thin layer of smoke on the roof. The leaves are bright green, and the grass is green enough to stare at your eyes. In the evening, the lights are on, and a little dim light sets off this quiet and peaceful night. People who go to the countryside, on the road, by the stone bridge and walk slowly with umbrellas; There are also farmers working in the fields, wearing hemp fiber and hats. Their hut was sparse and quiet in the rain. Butterflies are flying everywhere. Wildflowers are everywhere: miscellaneous, famous and nameless, scattered among flowers. There are more kites in the sky and more children on the ground. Every family in urban and rural areas, old and young, seems to be busy. At first, there was plenty of time and hope. The wind brought some newly turned earthy smell, mixed with the smell of grass and the fragrance of various flowers, all of which were brewing in the slightly humid air. Birds nest in flowers and leaves. They are very happy. Calling friends to show off their crisp voice and sing a melody that echoes the breeze and flowing water. At this time, the shepherd boy's piccolo is also on the cow's back.

Realism-grass crawls out of the soil, tender and green. In the gardens and fields, a large area is covered with it. Peach, apricot and pear trees, whether you let me or I won't let you, are all in full bloom. Red is like fire, pink is like Chardonnay and white is like snow. Flowers are sweet and closed, and trees seem to be in full bloom. Woven askew, people's roofs were covered with a thin layer of smoke. The leaves are bright green, and the grass is green enough to stare at your eyes. At night, turn on the lights, and a little dim light sets off a quiet and peaceful night. People who go to the countryside, roadside and stone bridge and walk slowly with umbrellas; There are also farmers working in the fields, wearing hemp fiber and hats. Their hut was sparse and quiet in the rain. Butterflies are flying everywhere. Wildflowers are everywhere: miscellaneous, famous and nameless, scattered among flowers. There are more kites in the sky and more children on the ground. Every family in urban and rural areas, old and young, seems to be busy. At first, there was plenty of time and hope. The wind brought some newly turned earthy smell, mixed with the smell of grass and the fragrance of various flowers, all of which were brewing in the slightly humid air. Birds nest in flowers and leaves. They are very happy. Calling friends to show off their crisp voice and sing a melody that echoes the breeze and flowing water. At this time, the shepherd boy's piccolo is also on the cow's back. Touch you like a mother's hand. The wind brings some new earthy smells, mixed with the smell of grass, and the fragrance of various flowers, all brewing in the slightly humid air. Like eyes, like stars, still flashing. Look, like cow hair, like a flower needle, like a filament, densely woven diagonally.