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1. A magpie looked up at the goshawk standing proudly on the boulder on the top of the cliff. "Where are you going, brother?" "Kunlun Mountains." Magpie curled his lips and said disapprovingly: "Brother, why are you so ambitious? You are always in the East China Sea today and the desert tomorrow, so messing around!" Cang The eagle looked down at the magpie with contempt and ignored it. The magpie was still chattering: "Look how hard it is for you to fly here and there. The sparrow brothers are at home at home, not suffering from the wind and rain, how comfortable their life is!..." "Huh!" The goshawk was furious, "The sparrow knows the ambition of the swan! How can a mere sparrow be compared with me, a short-sighted person!" The goshawk raised its head and roared, stretched its huge wings, and soared into the sky.

2. The rain in early spring in March is a sign of youth, in the prime of life.

She is quiet, gentle, fresh and shy, walking quietly and quietly without anyone noticing. "Sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently." She is like gauze and mist, like love and dreams, her clothes are not wet, and her face is not cold. The train of her skirt floated everywhere, and everything in the world woke up from their deep sleep. Seeds sprouted, bamboo shoots sprouted from the bamboo forest, willows sprouted new branches, and little creatures that had slept all winter stretched themselves out of their deep burrows.

The spring rain gives youth and life to the earth.

Chun Yu is a girl who loves beauty and a painter who is very good at painting. She holds a magical brush and creates a beautiful world.

"A pear blossom brings rain in spring", how refined; "apricot blossoms moisten the south of the Yangtze River with spring rain", how elegant; and "a small building listens to the spring rain all night, and apricot flowers are sold in the deep alley in the Ming Dynasty", how elegant Quiet. This is entirely Chun Yu’s handiwork!

3. The sunlight shines through the window lattice and falls on the poet's body, frame by frame, very beautiful. Rubbing my sleepy eyes, a warm feeling spread throughout my body, as if spring had taken over the small mountain village overnight.

Who is shouting so loudly outside the window? Wandering around in the forest, finally, he followed the path of a beam of sunshine and entered the study. The poet stretched his arms and listened carefully. These clear and warm voices can fill even the most discouraged people with hope and confidence.

I vaguely remember last night, the wind and drizzle, beating on the eaves. This group of children who love music always reminds people of their childhood spent in the countryside, with their mother humming songs softly under the oil lamp.

Those flowers that were still in bud yesterday bloomed secretly at night, blushing with shame, and stood timidly in the courtyard, kissing the wind and rain. Who hears the sound of falling flowers?

4. There was a sudden change of wind and clouds, lightning and thunder, and suddenly there was heavy rain. Such heavy rain is very common in summer, but it is a big blow to the delicate red lotus. Hong Lian was beaten left and right, wrapped around her body and shivering, looking helpless and embarrassed. Just as Honglian was sobbing helplessly, a lotus leaf beside her tilted desperately and happened to cover her. The rain did not weaken, but Honglian stopped swaying. Honglian sobbed and wiped the tears from her face, looking up at the fallen lotus leaf, which was bent over after being hit again and again. The violent storm hit the thin lotus leaves mercilessly. She had already been loaded with too much rain, and she could hardly stand it, but she still tried her best to hold on. In her heart, Honglian's safety is more important than her own life. Honglian shed tears again, with emotion, worry, and regret in her tears...

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1. There is a flower in the courtyard. The reason why it is called a flower is because it is a tall locust tree, standing tall under the blue sky, refreshingly opening up the world. The fog in the early morning was too thick, and the flowers were crowded and crowded. The flower scent is so strong that it turns into a fragrant white, and strands are soaked in the clear wind, hanging down loosely and jinglingly into thin wind chimes in the sunshine.

Such beautiful flowers arouse the joy and yearning of many children every March.

However, my little cousin Lele said: "I also want to plant a flower."

"Then what flower does Lele want to plant?" I teased her.

After looking around the courtyard, she pointed to a dusty flower pot in the corner and said, "Here, that's it."

When I saw it, I almost fell down laughing. . It was a pot of half-dead Asparagus bamboo, abandoned by my mother.

Not to mention the thin and soft stems, the trivial leaves and the feeble spirit, whether a single asparagus can bloom is enough for my little cousin to ponder.

"Impossible. You have to know that asparagus is asparagus, a locust tree is a locust tree, and asparagus can never become a flower."

Lele said nothing with a small face. Alas, I moved it to my "sphere of influence" alone. From then on, there were enchanting locust trees outside the window, and sickly asparagus trees inside the window.

Spring has passed. The poplar trees are still there, the grass is soft, the paper kites are fluttering, and the children are laughing. My little cousin is the only one who makes plans to grow flowers and strictly implements them without being lazy.

Summer is over. There is the fragrance of lotus, the chirping of insects, flowers everywhere, and luxuriant branches and leaves. There is only one little cousin of mine who loves and protects flowers, loosens the soil and waters them.

Autumn has passed. The autumn wind rustles, leaves fall in layers, fruits abound, and the fragrance of rice is tantalizing. My little cousin is the only one who talks about flowers and becomes obsessed with them.

Winter is over. The snow is capped, the trees are green, everything is silent, and the whole family is gathering together. There is only my little cousin, sitting opposite the flowers, keeping us company.

Another spring has arrived. Lele's flowers didn't grow, but the person fell ill. The second mother said to me: "Really, why raise Asparagus flowers? If Asparagus can grow into flowers, isn't it a joke?" I was speechless.

When I went to see her, it was March when the locust trees were in full bloom. I was afraid that she would be sad, so I wanted to close the curtain. She shouted: "Don't pull, don't pull, sister, go and get my asparagus."

She did as she was told.

She pointed at the asparagus and said: "Aren't they pretty, my flowers?" I thought to myself, where are the flowers? Could it be that they are burnt? She pointed at the flowers just now

The tip of the bud said: "This is not a flower?" I saw that the tip of the stem was about to bloom, as if it had not bloomed, and a trace of green emerged from the center——

Is it really a flower? When What a flower! My eyes warmed, I hugged her and said, "They are flowers. Asparagus and Sophora japonica are two equally beautiful flowers."

Outside the window, a faint fragrance floated.

In the exam room, the invigilator will teach us: "Don't plagiarize during the exam, because you are lying to yourself."

In the composition class, the Chinese teacher will carefully tell us: "Don't plagiarize other people's compositions, write your own language."

It seems that plagiarism is not welcome in many things. Plagiarizing others may also harm yourself: although plagiarizing other people's test questions will get higher As a result, I still don’t know what I don’t know; even though I plagiarized other people’s works and published them, I eventually became a defendant in court.

Plagiarism is not welcome in our lives, because the life obtained by plagiarism is just a copy of other people's lives, which cannot be called wonderful and has little value. However, many of us are so keen on "copying" others that we even want to copy ourselves into someone we envy. When I see some singers becoming famous overnight, they spend a lot of time and energy practicing their voices and figures without asking whether they have the qualifications. They even copy their clothes, speech and behavior. If someone says to them, "You "Looks a lot like so-and-so" is the best compliment to him. Everything about him became someone else, except himself. These people are much like the crow that imitates the eagle to pick up the sheep - when the crow sees the eagle rushing down from the high peak and quickly picking up a sheep, its heart must be full of envy. , it must wish to become a bird like an eagle, otherwise, it would not practice swooping hard, and then rush down from the tree to grab the sheep with a scream. What was the result? Not only did the crow fail to catch the sheep, but it was captured by the shepherd. And among those who blindly worshiped, imitated, and "copied" idols, how many of them stood on the stage of success just like their idols? ?

Yes, our young hearts long for success. We don’t want our lives to be mediocre, but before taking action to realize our ideals, we must first figure out whether we are suitable for that path; when we plan to become a singer, we must consider our own voice. ; When we aspire to become writers, we must consider our writing talent; when we want to become athletes, we must first ask a sports coach to check our body... In short, when we want to be someone we envy, Be sure to consider whether you have similar development potential to him.

If not, then let our envy stop at envy.

Yes, in this complicated world, there are many people and things that we can envy. Many times, this envy is also one of the motivations for our efforts. Many of the people we envy are indeed worthy of learning, but this kind of learning cannot be simple imitation or low-level "plagiarism". The crow must learn from the eagle. It can learn the eagle's bravery in soaring into the sky; it can learn the eagle's heroism in turning around in the empty valley; it can learn the eagle's perseverance in facing severe tests. The only thing it shouldn't learn is "catching a sheep" - that is something that a crow that lacks claw strength and strength cannot learn. That will only make people laugh, and will only make it fall into the predicament of being captured by the shepherd.

Similarly, we can learn other people’s writing skills, we can learn other people’s learning methods, and we can learn from the hard work of singers before becoming famous. However, we cannot copy other people’s compositions, nor can we completely copy them. Copying other people's answers doesn't mean you can't necessarily imitate singers' singing, nor can you completely imitate their dressing, speech and behavior. Because that is not called learning, that is called plagiarism.

Birds in the sky and ants underground each have their own lives. We do not reject ordinaryness, but we must reject plagiarism in our lives!

3. If I were born as a forest tree, I would be happy and prosperous;

If I was born as a grass, I would be luxuriant and green.

If it’s grass, don’t envy the towering trees, you can still grow into a patch of green; if it’s a sparrow, don’t envy the eagle’s fight and flight, you can still find happiness among the branches ; If it is a stream, don't envy the waves of the sea crashing on the shore, you can still flow freely in the mountain stream. As a human being, don't envy other people's God-given opportunities. Be yourself and give yourself a sky.

Qi Baishi’s shrimps and Xu Beihong’s horses seem to have become an insurmountable mountain in the painting world. If you imitate deliberately, you will definitely learn to walk in Handan. But after Qi Baishi, how many shrimps danced freely on the clear waves; after Xu Beihong, how many horses galloped freely across the plains. All we have to do is express ourselves and show our style.

If life is a mountain with thousands of heights, if you follow your own path, even if you cannot reach the top, you can still experience the beautiful scenery along the way, so why be sad if you fail to reach the top. On the long sandy road of the Sahara, Sanmao Wuhui's footprints were left behind, and her life was like a smiling well in the thousands of miles of yellow sand; among the antique ruins of Longmen Thousand Buddhas, Xi Murong Wuhui's attachment was left behind, and her life was like thousands of A tree that stood in 2000; Lin Qingxuan’s regretless memory was left in the beautiful scenery of Sun Moon Lake in Alishan. His life was like a white cloud flying into the blue sky... Only those who dare to show themselves, only those who dare to be in their own blue When the world flaps its wings and soars high, life will shine with dazzling brilliance.

The writer Turgenev once said that it is other people's business to find out how much you are worth. The important thing is to be yourself. You are no darker than a star, no lower than a tree, and my talents are destined to be useful. Others can have the grand plan of "hanging clouds and sailing across the sea", but we can have the beautiful scenery of "the dark fragrance floating on the moon at dusk". The poet said, I am the most outstanding wheat on this hillock. yes! There is no need to envy other people's glory, be brave and show your true self, you are the best.

Maybe there will never be such a football genius on the football field where Maradona was born, but there can still be more unknown players there, who do not strive to win as much as Maradona. Donat-like honors, running with all the sweat of youth without regrets; perhaps there will never be such a thinker in Plato's Academy of Athens, but there are more scholars working quietly there, fighting to defend the truth. feel happy.

Although I have no wings, I still have a clear sky above my head.

Writing about honest duty:

1. The dutiful woodcutter

One day, a woodcutter accidentally dropped his ax when he went to collect firewood. Into the river. The woodcutter cried. Then God appeared and asked, "Why are you crying?" The woodcutter told God that his ax fell into the river. God dived into the water and fished out a golden axe. "Is this your axe?" God asked. The woodcutter replied: "No." God went into the water again and fished out a silver axe. "Is this your axe?" God asked. The woodcutter replied, “No.

" God went into the water again and fished out an iron axe. "Is this your axe? asked God. The woodcutter said, "Yes." "God was very satisfied with the woodcutter's honesty and gave him all three axes. The woodcutter went home happily. Another day, the woodcutter and his wife were walking by the river, and his wife fell into The woodcutter cried again, and God appeared again: "Why are you crying? "My wife fell into the water." "God dived into the water and fished out a beautiful woman who was in the dark. "Is this your wife? "Yes," he replied. God was furious: "You liar!" I will curse you..." God rebuked the woodcutter and said quickly: "Forgive me! my lord. You have misunderstood. If I say 'no' to this beautiful woman who is shy of the moon and flowers, you will fish out a beautiful woman who has lost her virginity. If I say 'no', you will eventually fish out my wife and then I will say 'yes'. In this case, you will give all three of them to me, and I can't afford it! ”