A passage describing cherry blossoms

Cherry blossoms covered the stockade like white clouds.

sakura

hometown

The cherry blossoms are in bloom. Thanks again.

I slept in the distance and woke up again.

An open window

A breeze mingled with the fragrance of cherry blossoms.

Gently brush away my memory.

The moment the train started.

In the tears that suddenly look back

I can't see clearly that my mother's white hair dyed the cherry blossoms white.

Or did the whiteness of cherry blossoms dye my mother's white hair?

I can't see the petals of cherry blossoms dancing clearly.

Or is mom's white hair flying?

When the wind wiped the tears from my eyes.

When I can clearly see my mother and cherry blossoms

Mom and cherry blossoms have long been out of my sight.

In the emptiness of sadness

There's only one piece left in the blur

White petals

A foreign/strange land

I woke up and slept.

In my dream, the cherry blossoms in my hometown are blooming again.

It seems that the white hair under the cherry tree is dancing again.

The petals with tears.

Fly down in my dream again.

Wandering hurts me

Whip the cherry blossoms in your heart

When I was young, I planted two cherry trees in my yard. Every spring, cherry trees are always covered with bright red cherries. Pick one and put it in your mouth. It's refreshing!

One spring, cherry trees were full of flowers, more than any other year. Butterflies are flying among cherry blossoms, and I seem to smell the unique sweetness of cherry. Even in my sleep, all the cherries are smiling at me.

One morning, when I was still lying in bed, I heard the sound of "scratching" branches shaking in the yard. I quickly got up and rushed to the yard. Unexpectedly, I saw my mother beating among the cherry blossoms with a bamboo pole. One of them seems to have been beaten, and cherry blossoms fell to the ground like rain. She is about to whip another cherry tree!

I rushed over and hugged my mother. No matter how my mother explained it, I clung to her arm and wouldn't let go. Mother had no choice but to stop. She said a meaningful sentence: "well, when the cherry is ripe, you will know my intention of cherry blossom!" " "

In a blink of an eye, the cherry blossoms fell, and both cherry trees were covered with green cherries. Especially the one I protect my mother, there are so many cherries that I can't count them. I showed it to my mother ostentatiously, and she smiled and shook her head.

In the season of cherry ripening, the cherry tree whipped by my mother is fruitful, and every cherry is like a small lantern hanging on the tree. But the fruit on the unwashed cherry tree is still green. I insist on not eating ripe cherries until turquoise turns into little red lips.

But the result made me very disappointed. The ripe cherries were eaten up, and the cherry tree I protected was still full of green. The cherries on the tree began to shrivel, turn black and fall off, and the green on the trunk gradually faded and became dry and lifeless. My mother told me with a disappointed face: this cherry tree has too many blossoms and bears too many cherries in spring, so there is no need to whip it. I'm exhausted because of lack of water and nutrition!

My mother told me a truth at the expense of a cherry tree: Young people can gradually become wise and mature only after being whipped.

People should not be too greedy in this world, but learn to choose. There is too much greed in your heart, and all you get is the result of not giving up, just like the cherry tree that has not been whipped, which eventually leads to you being overwhelmed and empty-handed; Giving up properly seems like a loss, but in the near future, it will get more generous pay and return!

8. In paragraph (2), why does the author try to describe the blooming cherry and my desire for cherry?

9. Paragraph (5), "I showed it to my mother ostentatiously, and she smiled and shook her head." Please describe the psychology of "me" and my mother in your own language. (No more than 40 words each)

"I":

Mother:

10. In the context, please write the truth that my mother told me at the expense of the cherry tree. (The answer is written on the horizontal line below)

1 1. According to the full text, talk about the role of the topic "Beating the cherry blossoms in your heart".

Pave the way for my mother to beat cherries and protect my flowers.

My mother's method is just wrong. Look, how lush my class is.

Mom, son, you will regret it then.

10 First of all, people should learn to choose.

Second, the youth of youth can only succeed after tempering.

1 1 summarizes the main plot, music and characters of the full text and vividly reveals the main idea of the full text.

In the spring of March, the wind brings softness and touches our sad faces, which will be a little wet and a little cold. Rain is a beautiful coat of spring, hazy as yarn, and it puts on gorgeous plain clothes for this lonely city. I walked through the melancholy of being a man and hurried away.

Early in the morning, I was awakened by a few melodious birds singing, and it was raining outside in Mao Mao. When I opened the window, the stream in front of my door flowed tirelessly, and a breeze blew, and what caught my eye was the refreshing fragrance of the earth. It's raining in Mao Mao outside. Through the white curtains, I saw the embellishment of spring. White is particularly eye-catching, and the cherry blossoms in March are in full bloom again.

I picked up my umbrella, strolled along the narrow path and walked up to her gently. A piece of snow-white cherry blossoms caught my eye, standing high, like climbing Penglai Fairy Mountain, and the whole village was in the clouds. It's like a beautiful woman wearing a white veil, the breeze blowing, and the beautiful woman dancing between heaven and earth. The thick floral fragrance filled the whole space and lingered in front of my nose. Asking is like drinking a glass of wine, which is fascinating. I haven't asked about its taste for a long time, and I haven't appreciated its beauty. I have an inexplicable yearning for her. I stared at this long-lost lover clearly, feeling a little excited, complaining and happy. This excitement and happiness is enough to make me forget the whole world. Everything is white, what a beautiful color.