Write essays repeatedly using metaphors and parallelism 500

1. A narrative essay with some discussion, 500 words

1. There are always unevenness in life, it is like a sudden storm; it is like the vast sea with rough waves; it is like A forest covered with thorns.

But every time I go through the ups and downs with perseverance and tenacity, I will always see the long-lost rainbow. I lost my mind in Jingzhou and was caught in the misty rain for the first time. My math scores have always been among the best in the class, but that midterm exam made me feel ashamed.

Reflecting calmly, I was paralyzed and despised before the exam. But I never expected that the seemingly simple questions on the exam paper would be full of traps.

After the results were announced, I was completely ashamed when faced with a score of 67! Seeing other people dancing and dancing with pride makes me really angry and hateful. I lost so miserably! On the way home, I was drenched in the bitter rain and felt a lingering haze in my heart.

I locked myself in the room alone, and shed tears of regret behind my back... "You said a little pain in the wind and rain is nothing, wipe away your tears and don't ask why!" At this time, there was a sonorous and powerful voice. The song sounded in my ears... Yes, what does this little wind and rain count? I must go through the wind and rain and win with my efforts! I worked tirelessly and tried hard to rise up again. For my rise in mathematics, from then on, the game console that I couldn't put down was put on the shelf; the comic books that I must read every day were relegated to the "sleep"; and the mathematics volume that I had previously ignored became Not seeing a friend for one day is like a good friend three autumns apart. In order to get rid of the problem of being impetuous, I asked myself to read the questions three times; in order to avoid mistakes in calculations, I forced myself to do a lot of basic questions; in order to get rid of the problem of careless correction, I forced myself to write on the draft paper first. The reckoning process.

In the past few months, I have not dared to relax one day. My mind is full of math.

One time I was playing basketball with my classmates, but I was so lost in thought that I was hit by a basketball. It turned out that the basketball hit my head. This hit was good, my brain seemed to be enlightened, and inspiration suddenly appeared.

So, regardless of the pain, I quickly wrote down this sudden inspiration. The process of hard work is hard, but the harvest is sweet.

Go through the wind and rain, regain strength and win the laurels. Where there is a will, there is a way! After unremitting efforts, my math scores returned to the leading position again in several tests. Finally, I ushered in the final exam.

I walked into the examination room with confidence. After getting the test paper, I carefully reviewed the questions and calculated them carefully.

Fill-in-the-blank questions and multiple-choice questions are easy to answer, and comprehensive questions are smooth sailing. On the day when the scores were announced, I got the test paper with a score of 97 with excitement.

"The sun always comes after the storm, please believe there is a rainbow...", yes, the moon waxes and wanes, the sky has its unpredictable weather, and people have their ups and downs, but as the lyrics say, only Only by bravely facing the wind and rain can we usher in bright sunshine, beautiful rainbows and an infinitely bright future. After walking through the wind and rain, a cry broke the silence, and a new life came to a small road.

This place is full of fresh green, and life has stepped onto the first step. A mother supported her child. The child was staggering and still needed the mother's support. He called to his mother "woo woo".

But no one answered, and the sky gradually darkened. A weak body trudged forward in the dusk. After a while, raindrops fell on his face, and life was about to face the first storm. However, whenever a child is about to give up, a pair of warm hands will always hold him up, helping him through the wind and rain, and welcoming hope.

A burst of hearty laughter plays in the prosperous season of life, and the still thin body is surrounded by friends, teachers and relatives. Although the summer rainstorm is so violent, there will always be a group of people to help him with their youthful innocence and happiness, as well as those hard-working hands.

He is optimistic and strong in the wind and rain. Sometimes he will feel lonely and not understood, but he will always be melted by his enthusiasm. One day, the hands that supported him through the first half of his life left him. In grief, he stood up, his heart became stronger, and the burden on his shoulders became heavier and heavier. But he ushered in the harvest season of life. The symphony of life entered the climax, and finally he could fight the wind and rain alone. There were many people behind him who needed protection and support.

Occasionally he is knocked down, but there will always be a pair of hands to help him stand up. Together, they will protect his elderly father and the babbling new life behind him. Life is still reincarnating, but what remains unchanged is the warmth of helping each other through the wind and rain, whether we are supporting others or others are helping us.

We must always have a grateful heart. Thanks to the soil, sunshine, rain and dew for giving us life.

No matter how fierce the wind and rain are, the river of life will always flow forever. The touching feeling of helping us walk through the wind and rain will always linger in our hearts! Walking through wind and rain in the long rainy season, I seem to feel that there is no end ahead.

It was a rainy and rainy weather. Due to the disappointment and setbacks in life, worries and confusions always entangled me, and melancholy and pain tortured me day and night. I even felt disheartened and disillusioned.

My body and mind were almost on the verge of collapse. When all thoughts were gone, I even had the idea of ??escaping reality and getting over it. There was light rain falling in the sky.

I walked out of the lonely hut and walked aimlessly along the muddy loess road in front of the door... I didn't hold an umbrella, put my hands in the pockets of my jeans, and let the desolate north wind blow by. The wind blew the messy long hair on my forehead and lifted up my wrinkled and stained trousers; the cold rain stars slapped my tired face and soaked my helpless thoughts. I walked forward with heavy steps until I reached the drifting river.

My mind went blank, I didn’t think about anything, I was too lazy to think about anything. The surrounding mountains were shrouded in mist and rain.

The clear river water was silent all the way, flowing quietly into the distance. The poplar trees on the roadside were ravaged by the cold wind and rain without restraint, and occasionally emitted weak cries, and pieces of dead leaves fell from sight.

Before I knew it, I was standing at a street intersection. I just wandered around in the rain all alone, becoming demented and crazy.

I feel like a zombie, as if I have become a superfluous person in society. My eyes were dim and sad, and my face looked unbearable, like that of a dead person.

Really, I can’t imagine my despicability, cowardice and embarrassment! My heart was as calm as water, and I stood stupidly in the wind and the rain. I forgot I existed.

Time passed like this minute by minute, and my eyes began to focus on the bustling crowd at some point. In the same sky, in the same place. 2. A 500-word essay about my teacher using the rhetorical technique of parallelism and repetition

Speaking of teachers, in my primary school career, I met many good teachers, some of them humorous, some of them amiable, Some have strict requirements... and the one who impressed me the most is Teacher Chen. He still echoes in my mind from time to time. He has a pair of bright eyes, a head of shiny black hair, a pair of "windy ears", and a high bridge of nose with a pair of glasses on his nose. At a glance, his tall and mighty figure flashes out. In front of you.

When I was in the fifth grade of elementary school, a new teacher came to our class. That was Teacher Chen. He taught us Chinese. On the first day of school, the "ding-a-ling" bell rang for a while, and the whole class returned to their seats. Some students were preparing stationery, and some were talking about what kind of person the new teacher should be. At this moment, a tall figure appeared in our sight, and a "funny" scene happened at this time. Because the new teacher may not be familiar with the "topography" of our classroom, he accidentally kicked the floor tiles of the podium. I almost fell down, and all the students couldn't help laughing. Teacher Chen also smiled at us. Then he introduced himself to everyone. He said: "My name is Chen Yi. You can call me Teacher Chen. I teach you Chinese." At this time, everyone thought that this teacher must be easy to "handle". 3. Use parallelism, repetition, metaphor, and short sentences to write a paragraph composition

Autumn rain. The thick and dense colors are the fog on the riverside, and the clear and clear colors are the autumn rain on campus.

What I love most in Qingqiu is the autumn wind, which gently and softly brushes my cheeks and the tip of my eyebrows, making people sigh with comfort. And if the breeze is accompanied by drizzle, it will feel particularly wonderful.

There was a slanting wind and a drizzle. The autumn wind danced the foxtrot happily with the autumn rain. When slapped on the face, there is a slight coolness, and the unique clear breath of rain flowing along with the fluttering skirt makes people feel drunk without being drunk.

Occasionally, there is a hint of floral fragrance, which is light and sweet, and penetrates directly into the depths of the soul, lingering with an indescribable sense of tipsy happiness. And the campus in the autumn rain is even more breathtakingly beautiful. The usual sharp edges and corners are more delicate and tender.

The European-style buildings full of exotic style add a bit of lightness to their usual simplicity, but what about the beautiful curved pavilion? It was covered with a delicate veil by the rain, and it was so looming and mysterious that people had the urge to find out. 4. Use rhetorical methods such as parallelism, repetition, and metaphor to describe a scene in 400 words quickly

During the break, this is where we play and have fun. Happy laughter floated over the campus.

Directly south of the pond is the student dormitory, where dormitory students sleep every day. On both sides of the dormitory are physics laboratories and chemistry laboratories. There are also two flower beds in the front. To the west is a playground about 100 meters long and 50 meters wide. There are two basketball hoops in the middle of the playground. Students' recess activities, morning exercises, and sports activities are all here. When class is over, the playground suddenly boils with excitement. As soon as class starts, it returns to calm. To the east of the playground are two tree altars, with the four words "realistic and innovative" written on each sapling.

Beside these three trees, there are purple lilacs. Their dense and large flower spikes really look like bunches of purple grapes. When you approach it, a faint sweet fragrance suddenly penetrates your nose and penetrates into your heart... I heard people say that whoever can find the five-petal lilac flower will have good luck! Therefore, every class break would attract many students. They would look at the lilac tree, search for it, and talk about it. From time to time, there would be bursts of heartfelt laughter. There are a few unnamed trees to the east. They look weird, like willows and lilacs. Each branch is wrapped around the top of the tree, like a small umbrella or a big mushroom. The garden also has locust trees, cherry blossoms and many other flowers and trees. Seen from a distance, the garden is like an extremely beautiful fairy mirror on earth, which is pleasing to the eye and lingers on. 5. Write a description of the scene using repetition, metaphor, parallelism, etc.

Parallelism 1 Your sweat is sprinkled on the runway, watering the flowers of success to bloom.

Your laughter fills the playing field and brings honor to the class. You are the best. Run, chase. In this vast arena, you are like a horse and Li Xuan's arrow.

Run, chase. You are stronger than a tiger and a leopard. You wave your powerful arms and watch the medicine ball turn into a beautiful arc. I really admire you in my heart. You threw your best. Best Level 3 A small wooden stick connects unity and friendship. A small wooden stick conveys courage and strength. A small wooden stick interprets struggle and hard work. Come on! Let this exciting moment always echo in our hearts! 4 Stepping onto the track is a choice. Leaving the starting point is a kind of courage.

Racing on the field is a kind of victory. 5 Athletes, use your strength and your spirit to open up a world of long-distance running that belongs to you! 6 The warm sunshine shines on the field, and the men’s B javelin throw competition is about to begin.

On the field, beautiful arcs will fly across the sky lightly. The athletes used the javelin in their hands to challenge the distance limit one after another.

The light posture of the javelin in the air is a combination of the athletes' strong strength and skilled skills. Who can win in this fierce competition? Let us wait and see, let us shout and cheer for them! Only those who combine strength and skill into one can win the crown of victory! 7 How many times have I sweated profusely, and the pain has filled my memory, just because I always believe that only by fighting hard can I win.

Always encourage yourself. If you want to succeed, you have to work hard. The blood is boiling in the arena, and giants are rising in the arena.

Believe in yourself, you will win and create miracles; believe in yourself, your dreams are in your hands, this is your world. When this is over, you will be number one.

Believe in yourself and you will surpass your limits and surpass yourself! Believe in yourself, come on, athletes, believe in yourself. 8 As young people, we are full of confidence, the breath of youth is like the rising sun when we were born, and the vigorous power is like the sunshine.

At this moment, the runway is our wonderful stage, and the cheers are our highest award! Regardless of success, regardless of honor or disgrace, there is only one belief in my heart: hard work! 8 The bleak autumn wind cannot stop your determination to break the bamboo. 9 The vast green field is a stage set up for you. Spread the word, young heart, we will cheer you forever! 10 Tagore said in his poem that there is no shadow of wings in the sky, but I have flown over; Ai Qing said to his friend, some people may not be able to reach the other shore, but we all share the sea.

You may not have outstanding achievements, but you have left your footprints on the sports field. Maybe you don’t have any prizes, but your hard work remains in our hearts.

All the efforts are to welcome this moment, all the hard work are for this order. 11 Just like flowers prepare for spring, autumn and winter, just to be red throughout the whole summer.

Just like snowflakes go through spring, summer and autumn just to be white throughout the harsh winter. Squat down, hold your head high, and set off... With a slight lift of your feet, you attracted the attention of the whole audience. You waved your hand gracefully, satisfying the silent waiting.

Facing the rising sun, you march away singing. With hope on your back, we are waiting for your return. 12 Maybe meteors are not uncommon, but the moment they burn, they leave the most beautiful memories in the world! Maybe smiling faces are not uncommon, but the joy of victory will always leave the world with a wonderful moment! Yes, those once wonderful things only lasted for a short moment, but that left the most glorious moment to the world.

Victory is what everyone pursues. The joy of victory is the turning point between victory and starting over. Victory is a new beginning! 13 The distance is neither long nor short, what is required is to devote yourself to the whole process. You are working hard from the beginning to the end. At this moment, you are in the most glorious moment. No matter how confident you are in winning, as long as you run down, you are heroes 14 Time is passing, the track is extending, success is showing the beating of the heart in front of you, the blood is boiling, and glory is forged at your feet. Come on, athletes, 15 this is a struggle of will. This is a speed challenge.

Victory is waving to you/Victory is calling to you 16 Not surrounded by flowers, not for the moment of glory, only persistent faith, turned into non-stop running, with dreams burning in the heart, and no feet under the feet. The pace of stopping, 17 You use your actions to tell the importance of crossing the city. There is no endless end point, and there is no dangerous peak that cannot be climbed. Hope carries the end point and is smiling at you, fight hard! Experience is wonderful, bursting out all your energy, and success is the reflection of your sweat. 18Although your time on the court is short, your figure still stays in people's minds, because you are the cutest people on the court. 19Not for the comments of applause, not for the deliberate conquest, not for the pain of failure, only hard work. Sweat turns into steps of success. 20 With the firm belief in your heart and the steady steps under your feet, you tell us an unchanging truth with your actions. There is no road that can’t be finished, and there is no mountain that can’t be passed. Success is heading towards you at the end. Wave, use your tenacious will to work hard, and greet the flowers and applause at the end. I believe that success must belong to you. 21 Firmness, perseverance, endurance and hope are condensed in the extended white runway! Strength, faith, hard work and struggle gradually brighten at the distant finish line! The strong voice of the times is ringing beneath your feet.

22. With the breath of spring and light steps, we ushered in the long-awaited sports meeting. This is the stage to show yourself.

We yearn for the perseverance of the mountains, we long for the breadth and depth of the sea, and we are even more obsessed with your speed ***. Come and unleash your energy.

Every time you sprint, you touch our heartstrings; every time you cross, you attract our attention; every time you take off, we tighten our nerves. We shout for you, we are proud of you, we are crazy about you.

23 The footsteps of youth, the speed of youth, the vitality of youth, and the passion of youth will be fully reflected in you. Meet yourself, challenge yourself, and defeat yourself! We believe you can do it, come on, athletes! The end is in sight! 24 Sweat, tears; laughter, singing; we give it our best.

At the opening ceremony and on the sports field, we fully demonstrated how many hardships and hardships we had to bear bravely.

Because we are young, because we are public, because we know: use today's sweat to exchange tomorrow's smile. 25 The road of life has smooth roads and bumpy roads. 6. Please use the techniques of parallelism, metaphor, and repetition to write a composition. Quickly

In a blink of an eye, the harsh winter has passed, and spring has quietly come to the world.

Spring is a beautiful season, a season full of poetry; spring also means a vibrant beginning. Since ancient times, poets have loved spring and praised spring because it has pleasant scenery and can be included in poetry everywhere.

Strolling through the Garden of Ancient Poems, you can see the colorful and colorful Wing Chun poems, which are dizzying for your eyes. You can pick a few at random and read them slowly, and you will be intoxicated without realizing it. "Light thunder falls on thousands of silk threads overnight, and the lightning flashes on the floating tiles are jagged.

The loving peonies contain spring tears, and the powerless roses lie on the dawn branches." This is "Spring Day" by Qin Guan, a poet of the Northern Song Dynasty.

This poem describes the spring scene after the rain. Look, it rains in the courtyard, the morning mist is thin, the green tiles are crystal clear, the spring scenery is bright; the peonies are dripping with rain, tender and affectionate, and the roses are lying on the branches and vines, delicate and charming.

Here there are close-ups and distant views, movement and stillness, emotion and posture, randomly colored and scattered. The whole poem is full of thoughts and vivid descriptions, and has a fresh and graceful charm, which is very endearing.

"When the morning comes, there are songbirds in the trees in the courtyard, and the red and green spring trees are climbing into the distant forest. Suddenly, a good poem comes to my eyes, and the syntax is hard to find."

This is the poem by Chen Yuyi, a poet of the Song Dynasty. "Spring". This poem describes the scene of a spring morning.

My ears are filled with the chirping of birds, my eyes are filled with green branches, green and red supporting each other, and the fragrance is alluring. With only a few strokes, the poet showed a picture of spring in front of the readers. Then, the poet simply stopped writing, no longer describing the spring scenery, and turned to expressing emotions.

The spirit of spring is strong and inspiration comes suddenly, but the strange poet uses the evasion word "hard to find" to induce readers to feel the spirit of spring on their own. This method of coexistence of virtuality and reality leaves a great impression on the readers. imagination space. "The distant eyes follow the sky, and the setting sun shines on the trees.

Where do dogs know how to bark? People are walking in the middle of the mountain." This is "Spring Day" by Yang Wanli, a poet of the Southern Song Dynasty.

This poem describes the scene of spring evening. The setting sun covers the trees, the green space meets the sky, dogs bark happily, and people come home late.

This poem is naturally appropriate, seeing cleverness in the commonplace, and surprising things in the ordinary, bringing readers into a panoramic atmosphere of spring, where there is the beauty of the spring realm, the splendor of the colors of spring, and the taste of spring. It is strong and harmonious with the sound of spring. When you are in it, people will open their minds and sing happily. "The spring water is the first time for swallows to fly, and wasps with their little tails to flutter on the flowers return.

The window contains distant colors leading to the book cover, and the fish hold fragrant hooks close to the rocks." This is "South Garden" by Li He, a poet of the Tang Dynasty.

Spring in Nanyuan is full of vitality and interest. The spring water is beginning to emerge, the swallows are beginning to fly, the bees are gathering flowers to make nectar, and the fish are clinging to hooks for food. These are all scenes that are very characteristic of spring, and the distant view directly into the study through the window makes people feel comfortable and happy.

This poem is vivid and expressive, refreshing and refreshing to read. "A short canopy is tied in the shade of an ancient tree, and a staff and quinoa help me cross the east side of the bridge.

The apricot blossom rain makes my clothes wet, and the willow wind blows on my face without chilling." This is "quatrains" written by Zhinan, a monk in the Southern Song Dynasty. .

This is a quatrain describing a spring outing. The bright spring scenery aroused the monks' interest in traveling, so they walked out of the temple to enjoy the spring scenery.

Driving a small awning boat for a trip, moored the boat under an old tree, and walked east of the bridge leaning on a quinoa stick. Although the narrative is straightforward, there is a small boat moored in the shade of ancient trees. This scene is very elegant and simple, quite like an ancient Chinese literati painting.

The last two sentences accurately and concisely express the beautiful and pleasant scene of spring with apricot blossoms in full bloom, light rain falling, willows fluttering, and the warm east wind. They are famous sentences that have been passed down through the ages. This poem brings together emotions and scenery, and harmonizes objects and hearts. The poet captures the characteristics of the spring breeze and spring rain, and with a little exaggeration, reveals his inner joy and love for nature.

"The grass is long and orioles are flying in the February sky, and the willows are blowing in the dike and drunk with the spring smoke. Children come back early from school and are busy flying kites in the east wind."

This is Gao Ding, a poet of the Qing Dynasty. "Village House". The first and second sentences describe the nature in spring specifically and vividly, and describe the bright and charming scenery unique to the countryside in spring. In February, the spring is bright, the grass grows and orioles fly, and the willows brush the bank with their long branches. It seems that I am intoxicated by the beautiful spring scenery.

The three or four sentences describe the vivid scene of a group of lively children flying kites in the beautiful spring scenery. Their laughter and laughter make spring more vibrant. The writing of this poem is clear and the words are concise.

The whole poem is filled with cheerful emotions, infecting readers with beautiful emotions. "The creek is full of greenery, and the light rain turns the shallow sand on the ground.

The geese and ducks don't know the end of spring, and compete with the flowing water to catch the peach blossoms." This is "Spring Day" by Chao Chongzhi, a poet of the Song Dynasty.

This is a poem about spring that embodies feelings and scenery. There are four lines in the poem and four scenes: a clear stream, drizzle rolling over the trees, geese and ducks playing, peach blossoms chasing the water. The picture is very vivid, as vivid as the present, and makes people leisurely and fascinated.

The poet uses the scene of geese and ducks "taking advantage of the peach blossoms" to express his emotions. Spring has gone, and the geese and ducks don't know it, so they chase each other happily and carefree. But people are different. They know that spring is coming, and they Knowing that spring is gone, although fallen flowers can be chased, time cannot be returned. The poet's feelings of cherishing spring are beyond words. The colors of spring are really colorful. The sun is red, the sky is blue, the treetops are green, and the jasmine flowers are... Delicate and yellow... No wonder poets love to sing about spring and painters love to depict spring, because spring is the fusion of all the beauties in the world and the sum total of all colors. I am very surprised, why do these colorful colors choose spring to come to the earth? The spring rain is continuous and soft. It moistens the earth, touches the earth, and calls softly to the earth. When people don't know it, they quietly merge into small rivers and accumulate into deep pools.

Ah, it turns out that the spring rain brings green life to the pond water. Wind and rain always come together.

In early spring, the cold wind wakes up everything. The treetops are green, the earth is green, and even the platforms of tall buildings are green. Wang Anshi of the Song Dynasty wrote a poem: "The spring breeze turns green to the south bank of the river."

How well said! But it’s more than just “green”? Blowing by the wind, the wild flowers all over the mountains and slopes opened their eyes, one, two, one clump, two clumps...connected into a piece, forming a sea. When people face this sea of ??blue, red, yellow... majestic colors, their worries and depression are gone.

Thank you for the upward strength and confidence that the colors of spring bring us. Look at the spring sky again.

Why is the sky so colorful and dazzling? Ah, that's the kite flown by the children. Under the blue sky and white clouds, kites in various poses are flying freely and freely. What a refreshing sight! Spring belongs to children, and the sky belongs to children. However, aren't they also working hard to dress up and add spring colors? However, if you lean down and take a closer look, you will find that the color is pleasing to the eye.

7. Who can give me an essay of about 500 words?

Gold and silver mountains are more important than green water and green mountains. Gold and silver mountains are more important than green water and green mountains. I am a girl born and raised in the tea country. I live in the mountains behind my home. The tea garden in my hometown is filled with the intoxicating fragrance of tea all year round. The ancestors in my hometown have made a living by growing tea for generations. My grandma often pointed to the back mountain and told me: "We are the daughter of the tea mountain." Although I didn't understand the meaning of that sentence, grandma He is the closest person to me, so the tea garden became the most beautiful dream of my childhood. The tea garden behind the mountain became bigger and bigger, and I became taller and taller. I also formed an indissoluble bond with the tea garden. . On weekends, I often go to the tea garden to weed and fertilize; in my free time, my friends play hide and seek in the tea garden and read aloud; during the tea season, I help pick tea and see my father exchanging the prepared tea leaves for a lot of money. The whole family laughed happily... One day, I saw a big slogan posted at the school gate: "We want gold and silver, but also green water and green mountains." I couldn't understand it. So , went to ask the teacher: "Where did we get the gold mountain here?" The teacher smiled and said: "Tea has made everyone make money and get rich. Isn't the tea mountain like a gold mountain that can never be dug out? But in recent years, farmers have been over-exploited, and serious problems have arisen. Destroying the ecological environment." Oh, I see. I remembered that in the past few years, villagers have gone to the mountains to cultivate tea gardens. The mountains that were originally lush with lush vegetation and tree-lined trees have turned into patches of tea gardens, and the birds have lost their beautiful beauty. Home. The teacher also told me: "Actually, we have learned a lesson in this regard. Our Blue Creek used to have a clear bottom. People along both sides of the creek carried the water back and let it settle for a while before it could be used. Later, a papermaking building was built upstream. Factory, and another fertilizer factory was built. The industrial water was discharged directly into the Blue River. The water changed and became yellow and smelly. No one dared to swim in the stream, let alone pick it back for consumption. The entire Blue River There is no fish in the stream. In the past few years, the paper mill has stopped production, the fertilizer factory has gone bankrupt, and the water in the stream has become clear..." "Then don't we have to cut off all the tea?" I was anxious. "No, We want to build an ecological tea garden." "What ecological tea garden?" "It is scientific planning, planting tea and trees, three-dimensional development, protecting water and soil, and developing green tea planting... It not only protects the ecological environment, but also improves the quality of tea. Quality. I hurried home and told my dad that I understood the sentence "We want gold and silver, but also green water and green mountains." Dad understood after listening to me, touched my head, and said with a smile: "You have read a lot. We are also going to transform the tea garden behind the mountain into an ecological tea garden. If anyone comes to visit, you can explain it to the guests." The grandma on the side smiled from ear to ear. In the evening, I had a dream, a beautiful dream. The tea garden behind the mountain was surrounded by towering trees, with lush tea leaves in the middle, and occasionally a tall poplar tree. There was a small ditch next to the poplar tree. I was in the ditch. The girl catching fish and picking tea sang a tea song. The song floated farther and farther away, echoing on the tea mountain for a long time... I believe that my dream, your dream, and the dream of us tea country people will come true. .Comment: After reading this article, a feeling of joy arises spontaneously. The author has fresh writing style and delicate emotions. She uses her unique perspective to observe everything around her, from the destruction of the ecological environment of the tea garden to the villagers building ecological tea gardens. , with rich content and vivid and fluent sentences, it writes about the awareness of "water and soil conservation" of the people in the tea country in the new era. Her deep love for her hometown and tea gardens is also contained in the words, and she also calls on more people to pay attention to environmental protection. .Finally, it ends with a beautiful dream, which is meaningful and thought-provoking. It is a good article. 8. A 500-word composition containing parallelism and metaphor

Although summer is sultry, it is as colorful as a rainbow. As long as you feel it with your heart, you will find it very charming.

Summer is red. Yang Wanli, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, wrote in his poem: "After all, in June, the scenery of West Lake is different from that of the four seasons; the lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red." Look, those pink lotus flowers Like a fairy covered in gauze bathing in the lake. She is shy and wants to talk, and her fragrance is flowing in the wind, refreshing her heart and mind. Some buds are just beginning to bloom; some are in bud, with flower bones sticking out high like torches; some are blooming one after another, revealing delicate little lotus pods. Summer is green. If you don’t believe it, if you walk into our school and take a look, you will find that the campus is shrouded in green: the big and small trees are green, and the grass is also green. The banyan tree is tall and straight. Looking up, the bright green leaves of the tree are shining in the sun, showing endless vitality.

The plane trees are as tall as the banyan trees, and they are also green trees. On their branches that stretch out to all sides, the palm-like green leaves are densely packed, leaving patches of shade on the campus. If the banyan tree is the mighty guardian on campus, then the sycamore tree is the big green umbrella. There are many other trees, all of which have faded away the withered yellow left by winter, showing the emerald green of the trees.

Summer is white. Su Dongpo, one of the Eight Great Masters of the Tang and Song Dynasties, once wrote in "Red Cliff Nostalgia": "The rocks penetrated the sky, the waves crashed on the shore, and thousands of piles of snow were rolled up." The waves in the sea are like large cotton fields that have just cracked peach trees. , white flowers stretch as far as the eye can see. Some naughty children, no matter what, took off their shoes, grabbed the life preserver from their mother's hand, and jumped into the embrace of the sea with their bare feet and cheers. Summer is yellow. The rice fields are all golden, and from a distance it really looks like there is a golden carpet. The rice grains were so full that the stems were bent down under the weight. Suddenly, a breeze blew by, and the rice ears seemed to nod in greeting. Needless to say, this year’s early rice harvest will definitely be another bumper one.

Summer is blue. After the thunderstorm, the rain is flowing quietly. I looked up and saw the clear blue sky, which was so blue that it made my heart enchanting. It was so blue that it reminded me of the hard training of the young navymen in the Junior Military Academy.

I think, I have become a little painter, holding a palette in my hand, describing the summer scenery: red is hope; white is purity; blue is broad; yellow is Brilliant; green is health...