I miss you, lyrical composition by borrowing objects

Article 1: Ginkgo tree in my hometown In the early morning, the morning light opened the gray-brown curtain covering the sky and the earth. A cool morning breeze brings great joy. I looked up in the direction of my hometown. In the haze, the overlapping tall buildings blocked my sight. But how can I stop my deep feelings of missing my hometown? Every plant and tree in my hometown appeared before my eyes like scenes from a movie, especially the tall ginkgo tree, which seemed to grow taller and taller, reaching straight into the sky. It is facing the gushing red sun, stretching its beautiful figure... It grows in the most conspicuous place on our lawn. The two boulders are like two giant palms, holding it up. Its thick, straight silver-gray body is tall and straight, like a giant umbrella, reaching into the sky. Her beautiful leaves are like a small plum blossom-shaped colorful fan, emerald green and tender yellow. In summer, the leaves are even more intensely green. That's when the ginkgo is in bloom. Do you want to see its flowers? That's troublesome, you have to wait until midnight. In the dark night, it bloomed secretly. The white flowers are like stars in the sky, shining brightly. This rare and beautiful scene is rarely seen by people, so it increases its value and makes people feel rare. Golden autumn slowly descends on the earth. The branches are covered with brilliant yellow ginkgo trees. A bleak wind blew the ripe apricots down. This was so busy for the children nearby that they scrambled to pick up the pieces. But you have to be careful, don’t just pick it up and eat it, otherwise you will be fooled. The flesh of Ginkgo is bitter and astringent on the outside, but don’t be discouraged. As long as you remove the pulp in water, you will reveal the white kernel, which is as big as a finger and looks like a walnut. Its name is ginkgo. You put it in the fire and cook it, then bite it gently. It tastes fragrant and delicious, and the taste is delicious! The ginkgo tree is delicate and solid in nature, and is a famous wood. The furniture made of it is smooth and beautiful, and everyone loves it. ah! The ginkgo tree in my hometown, you will never disappear from my mind. Chapter 2: The faint fragrance of flowers. Walking on a country road, have you smelled the wild chrysanthemums on the roadside? Does the spring after the drizzle contain the breath of rebirth? Pick up a book and smell it gently to see if there will be the aroma of plum blossoms, so simple, so quiet, so strong and unyielding. Walking on a country road, the wild chrysanthemums on the roadside are reflected in the curtains, and the emissions leading the way are obviously felt that it does not receive people's attention. On the contrary, its existence is ignored by people. However, he did not give up on himself, because he firmly believed that even if he would not receive as much attention as the flowers in the greenhouse, he could live a better, more exciting life and bloom his own fragrance. Are the wild chrysanthemums blooming more beautifully after receiving the baptism of rain? The rain is falling hazily, slapping on people's cheeks, giving them an itchy feeling. Walking on country roads has its own unique charm. In this land that is about to usher in spring, nature and we absorb the nutrients that nourish life. Treasure---Rain, the grass next to the feet bravely reveals its head, and the wild chrysanthemum sisters are flying under the rainy sky. It can be said that the world is full of vitality, vitality, and fragrance. At this time, it can be said that the plum blossoms are in their prime. They endure the cold and stand and fight in the heavy snow. From a distance, they see a wisp of red. Just when people are curious about who it is, the plum blossoms come towards them. The scent had revealed his whereabouts. It does not compete with other flowers for favor. He must think that as long as he persists and retains his proud aura, he will not be afraid of the difficulties ahead. Even these flowers have their own persistence and pursuits, but I don’t have these people? Do we have the same persistence and pursuit? Do people in society fulfill their duties, persevere, and not fear difficulties in their positions? Do you have regrets that you didn’t work hard when you were a child, and you feel sad that you are the boss? What we need now is the fragrance of flowers - perseverance, hard work, not afraid of difficulties, accumulation of knowledge, traveling in books, understanding the philosophy of life, and tasting the faint fragrance of flowers. Chapter 3: Tasting Pears "Go down to the river to know the depth, and taste the pears to know the sweetness and sourness." This time the teacher gave each of us a pear and asked us to taste the pears together. Teacher Qiu asked us to first observe the shape of the pear carefully.

When the snowflakes are floating freely, only the pine trees are on duty, welcoming the arrival of "white leaves". Carrying them standing in the wind and snow. Add a splash of color this winter. Another year of snowflakes falling. The winter wind blows, and the cold air is everywhere. Snowflakes are attached to the long flowing hair and gorgeous clothes. Everyone is surrounded by snowflakes. I grabbed a handful of snow and held it tightly in my hand. The biting cold warned me: You can't be lazy in winter, and you can't make excuses for laziness because of the cold. Winter is the end of the year and the last stage of the year. Another year of snowflakes falling. The children were happy for this. They had snowball fights and snowmen in groups and had a lot of fun. They stretched out their hands to catch the white snowflakes and accepted the baptism of winter. I see everything. Snowflakes disappear as soon as they hit the ground, but they are followed by thousands of more snowflakes. They never pray to stay in this world a little longer. I just tried my best to perform the beautiful dance that I had prepared for three seasons. Winter is beautiful and cold. Everyone has different opinions on different things. To me, winter is beautiful no matter how cold it is. The beauty is natural and the beauty is unique. It’s another year of snowflakes falling, I believe next year there will be the same whiteness but a different feeling. Chapter 8: Winter is here again and the flowers are falling. In winter, there is always a chilling air that sweeps over the whole body, taking away the vitality of the past. The hibiscus flower on the tree also curled up, its petals swirling and falling from time to time, falling on my shoulders. I held it in my hand and looked at it carefully. The petals were still mixed with the fragrance of the past, but they had turned into a residual red. I have the urge to cry. It took hundreds of strikes for them to bloom, and their struggle for beauty for dozens of days ended now. I am glad that I am not a flower, only a short period of excitement and togetherness. So what if it's cute? The flowers can bloom and gather again, but at most it's just a long winter of waiting. Man, how wonderful it is that there are always so many different gatherings. How many times have there been heartbreaking pains of reluctance? We always say we will never forget each other. How many years from now will we still remember each other? I'm afraid they have already gone their separate ways. I can honestly say that I only have a vague impression of my playmates in elementary school, which is very vague. I felt a little ashamed. Where was the promise I made so solemnly? Taken away by time. I'm a little scared. Most of my junior high school years have passed. How long will we have to hold hands and laugh? I am most afraid that I will say "I will never forget it in the future" again, and may break my promise again. I desperately wanted to leave something behind, but what I left behind was only when I was old and old, I remembered, "It seems that someone gave me a pen before, but where did I put it? Where is it?" When I was stunned, my friend Squeezed my hand. She suddenly came back to her senses and asked involuntarily: "Do you think we will remember each other after graduation?" She looked at me in surprise, and then said: "Maybe I will forget, I don't know." She was obviously a little melancholy. , but she suddenly pointed to the hibiscus flower on the tree and said: "If you forget, come and see this flower, it will help us remember!" Another promise. What if you forget it? I couldn't bear to ask any more questions. I just smiled and said, "Well, it helps us remember." I wanted to escape from under this tree, it always made me sad. Winter always causes people to worry, and they are always happy to let the flowers fall to the ground so beautifully. It’s just that when the flowers fall, it’s better not to forget each other...