Chrysanthemum in the wind and rain rewrites the composition

1. Chrysanthemums in the storm are in full bloom in the garden.

Pieces, clumps, slopes, ridges, golden eyes, chrysanthemum sea. From a distance, it looks like a golden mushroom cloud landing. Is this the white cloud in the sky, melting the golden light of the sun and throwing it here at will? Or did the splendid curtain of the Jade Emperor of the Heavenly Palace float down? Act quickly and approach. The layered and rolling Jin Ju is like a golden satin blown by the wind. It is full of ups and downs, vigorous and swaying, and full of interest. Leng Xiang is beautiful and elegant, freely in full bloom in the fragrance, and unscrupulously pours the breath of life. Who is the magic hand who weaves this magic brocade? This kind of surprise and joy is always stirring in my heart, pulling my steps, I can't help walking towards her. I have fallen in love with her deeply.

The morning light was dim, and the sparrows chattered like alarm bells, so Jin Ju opened her beautiful eyes, washed her delicate face with crystal dew, and dressed her pretty face with pink rouge of the rising sun, which was delicate and touching. I can't help loving, putting my face close to hers, infecting her shyness and sucking her fragrance.

In the twilight, the gentle breeze lights up the stars all over the sky, like the soft moonlight of water. Naughty Jin Ju counts the stars and his petals, which is more beautiful; Implicit Jin Ju is wearing a silver skirt, dancing in the soft wind, graceful and charming.

I can't help but hold her in my arms. The faint fragrance permeates my heart and makes me intoxicated. This chrysanthemum by the path is my favorite. She is large, with a round corolla and many overlapping petals, which tightly hide the dark green leaves.

I always want to hold her full and kiss her intoxicating. She reached out her fingers and touched my cheek, pouring out her youth and whispering with me, saying sweet words, and my heart was sweet and crisp. Suddenly, I seem to hear Yin Yin's laughter. Looking back, all the flowers smiled. Oh, they must have overheard our love story, so they passed it on to each other. Chrysanthemums on hillsides and cliffs all laughed, some laughed, and some covered their mouths. At that time, I forgot who I was, as if I were one of the flowers, and I joined the flower soul, laughing, making and dancing with them.

This simple and elegant chrysanthemum, smelling the faint fragrance of cheeks and hair, awakened my reverie, as if from a fairy tale. That chrysanthemum, with carefree spirituality, quietly blooms on my shoulder, making me sway into a beautiful chrysanthemum, growing on the ridge full of expectation, natural and charming, revealing golden light, smiling, charming, singing, smiling, hugging petals, connecting branches, twisting my waist, dancing, relying on each other, swaying branches and leaves.

With morning dew and moonlight, I am brewing deep feelings and turning myself into a permanent landscape. Waiting, waiting for you to pass by me, the hazy and clear appearance, the endless dream, meeting in the dream, intoxicated in the dream, unwilling to wake up.

A sense of miracle suddenly rose in my heart. I think my eyes, my kiss and my love should be a medium. How many times the eyes are intertwined, how many times the love is kissed, and how many love messages are passed to the flowers. Maybe I just left, and the laughter of the flowers didn't stop, so you passed by, so you stopped, listened attentively, heard our secret words, touched deeply, and felt our affection.

Then, a magical force draws you closer, and you whisper, dance and be intimate with this flower. So this flower became our fate: 32313133533631343134365438. Perhaps inadvertently, eyes collided, deja vu, touched by the heart, and began to appreciate the beauty of fate.

Perhaps with the birth and death of chrysanthemum, I will bring this memory to another reincarnation, meet you by chance, stare with a smile, as if I have known you for thousands of years. Perhaps this is the so-called inextricable fate, mysterious and vague and desirable fate. I know that my eyes must be very gentle at this moment, and there is an indescribable softness in my heart, as if all the dust in my heart has been erased, quietly facing the pure world of chrysanthemums.

I know, at this moment, I hold out the bud of jade carving and ice carving and quietly tell you some extremely humble yearning for life. I also know that you are listening with tears, listening to my simple and beautiful heart.

This is actually an animistic world with mysterious connection and induction. As long as the hearts are connected, the deepest spring of life will not stop and will reach the ocean of dreams.

When you are brought to this chrysanthemum platform by the footsteps of fate, you will surely see the story I wrote on the petals of chrysanthemum. She is like a magnificent chrysanthemum petal, revealing her heart to you. Please hold the chrysanthemum and have a good dream. I think her memory should be very clear and permanent. Like an elegant and refined spirit, she has been on the earth for thousands of years.

On the road of life, I don't know how many moments are worth stopping, how many landscapes are worth staring at and thinking about, and how many hearts are worth opening. Gently Chai Fei, maybe the flower path will be swept for you and the door will be opened for you.

This is how fate inadvertently left its mark.

2. Imitate chrysanthemums in the wind and rain. Write a composition of more than 600 words. Be a master and help me chrysanthemum.

There are many flowers in my home, but chrysanthemums are my favorite.

There are white, red and yellow chrysanthemums in my home, among which Huang Juhua is my favorite. Its Huang Chengcheng petals are like shredded radish and beautiful curly hair of a girl, curling inward a little. Careful observation reveals that there are slight barbs at the ends of its petals, much like Tiger Claw's petals. My mother said it was Tiger Claw Chrysanthemum, and I think that's why Tiger Claw Chrysanthemum got its name. You see, there are so many chrysanthemums on the balcony, some are competing to open, some are standing politely, as if nodding to us, while others bow their heads humbly ... big ones are like bowls, small ones are small and numerous, like stars. Looking at these chrysanthemums, they seem to be smiling at us.

It is not only beautiful, but also very fragrant. Where there is it, there is a faint fragrance. This kind of fragrance attracts the pollen-picking bees, who happily collect pollen and sound like an elegant ditty, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.

One morning, I got up and opened the window, and a chill came over my face. I couldn't help shivering, so I thought of my chrysanthemum and rushed to the balcony. To my surprise, it stood firm in the cold wind, as if fighting against it. I have witnessed all this, and I can't help but have a respect for it.

What a precious chrysanthemum, in this cold and bleak season, it not only brings a trace of "vitality", but also gives people a kind of strength to make progress. Chrysanthemum spirit will inspire me to be brave in difficulties and keep making progress.

3. Ask for a post-reading essay topic, which is "Chrysanthemum in the Wind and Rain" and "Chrysanthemum in the Wind and Rain".

A few days ago, I saw an article about gratitude in the "Smart Backpack", entitled "Chrysanthemums in the Storm". The general idea of the article is this:

A gentleman named Dole was on a business trip when he met a little boy in rags begging in the street. At first, he thought the little boy was a liar, but he gave him a dollar. But when he saw the little boy again in a flower shop, Mr. Dole changed his mind about him. The little boy took out a bunch of shiny coins and chose a bunch of marigold flowers. At this time, Mr. Dole saw the card saying: "To my dearest person, happy birthday to my mother!" " When Mr. Dando saw the little boy for the third time, his eyes were moist, because the little boy was walking towards a cemetery with a bunch of marigold in his hand. ...

When I read this, my heart was shocked and tears flowed down unconsciously. Think of us who are the same age as the little boy, living in a rich environment, living a carefree life, and always taking everything our parents do for granted: celebrating birthdays; Buy us toys; Buy a birthday present ... and we don't even know our parents' birthdays, let alone give them.

Compared with that little boy, I am ashamed. Although his mother has passed away, the little boy still clearly remembers his mother's birthday. Although he hasn't eaten for a long time, he still gave his mother a birthday present. From now on, we should have a grateful heart, grateful to our parents, grateful to our teachers and grateful to all the people around us.

4. The composition "The Proud Chrysanthemum in the Storm" is covered with the "wallpaper" of the Miyoshi student, which is his best reward and comfort to his parents.

When he was a child, he didn't have toys, and his homemade kite was his best playmate. When the autumn wind is full of butterflies, kites fly in the sky with dreams. At dusk, he knew that he needed help at home, so he pulled up the rope and let the kite play alone. He told his story to the cloud, picked up the stick by the roadside and trotted home along the road.

My father is a strict and loving father, who carried the whole family alone with his thin body. A few acres of corn fields are not enough to support the children's school expenses, and he insists on running around at night. The child's grades are getting higher and higher, and more and more tuition fees are also bending his waist. Once upon a time, the child proposed not to study, but chose to go out to work and help his father share the burden. In a rage, the father hit the child for the first time and promised to pay for the child's education even if all the money was spent. After understanding his father's determination, the tearful child promised to study hard and never mention dropping out of school again. At that time, his father's eyes were red, but his face was smiling. On that occasion, the child drew some sentences in his childhood.

In a blink of an eye, more than ten years have passed, and the children of that year have become young and strong teenagers. In order to take good care of his father's several acres of corn fields, he insisted on keeping vigil with a sentry stick.

But time flies like water, and that strong father has lost face. In order to pay for his children's college tuition, he insisted on coming back every night to see the growth of crops.

The full moon is high and the moonlight is quiet. The children on guard heard some voices coming from the ground, and then they saw a black shadow running towards them. In order not to steal his father's hard work, he forgot his fear and picked up a sentry stick and followed closely. In the field, he hid in a place and counted the approaching footsteps, and gave him a punch at a corner. ...

A familiar figure fell, and a mountain named Father collapsed. The sound of falling is not loud, just making the fallen corn stalks creak, but turning a child's heart into sand. The moonlight shines on the ground through the treetops, and the scattered moonlight is as fragmented as a child's heart. Only the cuckoo cried in the tree with red eyes, "Don't cry, don't cry ..."

The ambulance that arrived at the hospital wailed and brought tragedy. A half-life father of Lao Lu was forced to sleep, and a regretful child closed his eyes all night. He held his father's hand, clasped his fingers and prayed to God. That night, he shed tears in bed. ...

5. Chrysanthemum composition after the rain, 600 words, soon clusters of pale yellow wild chrysanthemums, in a rainy night, with the most eye-catching posture, blooming in my life. -inscription

I like wild chrysanthemum, the simplest but most beautiful flower.

The house is surrounded by wild chrysanthemums, and the faint scent of earth is mixed with natural and primitive flowers. Smelling it not only makes people happy physically and mentally, but also is a good medicine to relieve depression.

I have to admit that delicate roses, exquisite winter jasmine and charming begonia are indeed recognized as "beauties" among flowers, but I love wild chrysanthemums more. I don't mind even if their colors are monotonous and their appearance is simple. I like the wild chrysanthemums blooming in front of and behind the house, and I like the golden area surrounded freely. That kind of fresh and natural beauty, without modification or carving, is nature.

I admire wild chrysanthemum, which is the weakest and the most inconspicuous, but its vitality is the most tenacious. They are everywhere, no matter in the field or by the river, or even at home, but few people pay attention to their existence. They are not beautiful, gorgeous or special, and they are doomed to be ignored. However, they don't care, as long as they can cast a bright world, as long as they can cast a new world, that's enough, and they are satisfied. Being unknown and selfless is not a sign of cowardice, which shows that they have a broader mind than the blue sky.

I like to enjoy the wild chrysanthemums after the rain. Even if the storm torments them, even if their posture is not elegant at all, I admire their little tenacity and hard work. Chrysanthemum indicum, you are a blooming flower in my life.

Maybe in this life, I am destined not to attract attention; Maybe in this life, I am destined not to be famous at home and abroad; Maybe in this life, I can't have many proud achievements to dedicate to this world; But as long as I can work hard, grow, contribute and be beautiful like a wild chrysanthemum, that's enough.

I have been staring at that cluster of pale yellow flowers for a long time. It has unconsciously entered my life and bloomed in my life with the most dazzling brilliance and posture.

6. In what ways does the chrysanthemum in the wind and rain describe the chrysanthemum in the wind and rain of the little beggar? The afternoon is gray and there is no wind.

The dark clouds are low, as if it were going to rain. It's like a person trying to sneeze, but he can't. Don't be sad.

Mr. Doyle is depressed. He hates going on business in this weather. He had to transfer to Houston because of livelihood problems.

There are still two hours' drive away, so he just wandered around the square to kill time. "Madam, be kind."

The sound attracted his attention. Following the sound, he saw a little boy in rags not far ahead, holding out his little black hand like an eagle's claw and following a lady.

The woman hurried forward with a shiny puppy in her arms, for fear that the little black hand would dirty her clothes. "Have pity on me, I haven't eaten for three days.

A dollar will do. Considering that she couldn't get rid of the little beggar, the woman turned and shouted angrily, "get out!" So many children can do business! " The little beggar stood still with a disappointed face.

It's really a world without a line. Mr Doyle thought.

I heard that there is a special kind of people who beg for a living and even make a fortune. There are also some adults who specifically instruct a group of children to beg and take advantage of people's sympathy.

Maybe these adults are standing nearby, maybe these people are the parents of the children. If the child fails to meet the quota, he will be punished if he goes back.

The child is poor anyway. At this age, he should go to school and study in the classroom, but ... the parents of the child are so cruel that they will send him to school anyway, and he will become a useful person to society in the future.

While Mr. Dole was thinking, the little beggar came up to him with a little black hand: "Sir, have pity on me. I haven't eaten for three days. " Give a dollar. "

Whether the beggar is forced by life or cheated, Mr. Dole feels sad. He took out a one-dollar coin and handed it to him. "Thank you and good luck!" The little boy's blond hair has become a dish, and only his teeth and eyeballs are white. It is estimated that he has forgotten the time to take a shower.

The cicadas on the trees are noisy, and the air is stuffy and hot, like a huge steamer. Unwilling to go to the waiting room too early, Mr. Dole strolled into a flower shop.

He bought gifts for his friends several times here. The flower girl recognized him and said hello.

"What do you want to see?" Miss is well-trained, polite and measured. She didn't say what to buy so as not to cause trouble to others. At this moment, another man came in from the outside. Mr. Dole glanced at that man. He was just a little beggar.

The little beggar carefully studied the flowers in the counter one by one. "What do you want to see?" Because she never thought a little beggar would buy it.

"A bouquet of marigolds." The little beggar actually spoke.

"Who shall we give it to?" "No, you can write' to my dearest person' and write' Happy birthday to mom!' ""One * * * is twenty dollars. " Miss said while writing.

The little beggar thumped out a handful of coins from his broken pocket. Every coin is polished, and there may be something in it that Mr. Dole just gave him. He counted out 20 dollars, then piously picked up the flowers with cards under them and turned away.

This little boy is quite interesting, which Mr. Dole didn't expect. The train finally pulled out of the platform, and Mr. Dole looked out of the window. It's raining outside, there are no pedestrians on the road, only all kinds of vehicles are left.

Suddenly, he found the little boy in the wind and rain. He was walking slowly step by step with flowers in his hand. He forgot everything outside, and his thin body became thinner. Dole saw a cemetery in front of him, and the wind and rain in his hand were in full bloom.

The train hit the tracks faster and faster, and Mr. Dole felt strong vibrations in his chest again and again. His eyes are blurred.

20. The protagonist depicted in this article is that one thing he did was (2 points) 2 1. The underlined sentences in this paper belong to environmental descriptions. Please briefly analyze the functions of these descriptions: (2 points) 22. Show the little beggar the plot that the little beggar was misunderstood by the lady and Mr. Dole (2 points) 23. Why is the author entitled "Chrysanthemum in the Rain"? Combined with the full text, talk about your own understanding. On mother's birthday, the little beggar bought a bunch of flowers and presented them to her grave. 2 1.( 1) It explains the environment and sets off the atmosphere. (2) It sets off the mood of the characters. (3) It promotes the development of the story. 22. It shows the difficulty of the little beggar begging, and also highlights his naive and deep feelings for his mother. 23. This topic is a pun. The second is imaginative writing, which symbolizes the tenacious and persistent character and pure and beautiful feelings of the little beggar (2 points).

7. Appreciation and reading comprehension of the sentence "Chrysanthemum in the Storm" A. I saw him walking slowly step by step with flowers in his hand. He forgot everything outside, and his thin body became thinner.

Answer: At the moment, the little beggar only thinks about his mother and sincerely sends her a bouquet of marigold to wish her a happy birthday in a "faraway place". Even though her mother has left her, she doesn't even have enough to eat, let alone take a bath, and leads a despised begging life, but she always remembers that begging for a dollar every day is not for food, but for herself.

B. The train hit the tracks faster and faster, and Mr. Doyle felt a strong impact on his chest again and again.

Answer: At this time, Mr. Dole was deeply moved to see the little beggar begging flowers for his dead mother. His heart trembled as the train hit the tracks. He couldn't help but feel heartache when he remembered your wife's reprimand to the little beggar and his previous imagination of life, because the little beggar was just a child who loved his mother.