Write a complete article about Hongshan.

The azalea growing in the mountains is the note of spring. Sweet petals (azalea petals are sweet) reflect the morning glow and intoxicate the sunset. The following is an article I compiled for you to write about Yingshanhong. I hope you like it.

Write the first article about Yingshanhong: Yingshanhong

Rhododendrons make rhododendrons cry, like blood, like the touch of Zhu.

I think I can't stay in spring, and the night wind Lulu is cold and miserable.

-Qiu Jin

Spring has come and the azaleas are in bloom. Clusters of red, clusters of purple, full of green spring, warm in the warm sun. Because of the existence of _ _ Martyrs' Tomb, red is as bright as a rose, purple is as noble and deep as sunshine, and yellow shines in Meiling like sunshine. Flames spewed out from the clusters, and clouds were soaked in the morning sun. Holy and warm flowers, holding the thoughts of heroes, lamenting the soul of mountains and rivers, floating the ordinary life and extraordinary feelings of spring breeze.

I heard the song "Sparkling Red Star" and saw the shining light on the five-pointed star of Yingshanhong season. This ordinary flower never dislikes poor mountains and poor soil. As long as there is wind, they will take root and sprout, and then, holding hands with each other, green branches and leaves will flourish, wind, frost, rain and snow. It will condense tenacious spirit, penetrate the cliff, stubbornly grow unyielding bones and muscles, gorgeous mountains and rivers, and pass on the red memory from generation to generation. Today, under the auspicious sky, it is in full bloom, propping up the backbone of spring. It is also like comforting the spirits who shed their blood for this red land.

The azalea growing in the mountains is the note of spring. Sweet petals (azalea petals are sweet) reflect the morning glow and intoxicate the sunset. The red azaleas all over the mountains have accelerated the pace of hiking and also triggered red thinking. Perhaps my growth is inextricably linked with mountains, so from Hunan to Jiangxi, there are always mountains and rivers around me. Therefore, the beautiful azaleas have become the invincible flowers in my heart. When I was a child, I picked a handful of azalea in Tomb-Sweeping Day and presented my childlike wish to the tomb of the martyrs. When I am old, I plant azalea at home, let it warm the small room in the spring breeze, and accompany me to doodle and write.

My favorite azaleas are in full bloom in the deep valley. Not one or two, but on the winding ridge, clusters and patches of quiet green show charm and charm, which is a bit like "Joe does not fight for spring, but only reports spring." Wandering in such a quiet and beautiful environment, it seems that there is a charm of floating in the world and realizing Zen. It is often said that a flower is not spring. When you look at clusters of azaleas blooming all over the mountain and thousands of buds smiling in the wind in Qian Qian, can you not make people intoxicated and relaxed? !

In the morning, the round and smooth dew happily rolls on the delicate petals and branches of Yingshanhong, reflecting colorful light in the morning light, making the world of flowers more charming. The stamens all over the mountain make bees fly around and are full of vitality. Yingshanhong has her life, so it has her brilliance when she is in full bloom and her sadness when she is dying. Whether gorgeous, graceful, withered or desolate, Yingshanhong shows the beauty contained in different periods.

Yingshanhong is not as precious as peony, as elegant as lotus and as delicate as narcissus. Her life in Shan Ye is dull, and she will never care, but she will not be brilliant because no one appreciates it, nor will she be sad because of the cold wind and rainy night. Her splendor is only brilliant for the life in spring, and her withering is only silent for waiting for another spring breeze. Isn't this indifferent, calm, elegant and open-minded attitude what we should learn? ! Because human beings tend to be obsessed with fame and fortune that cannot be abandoned.

Being in the world of azaleas, the air is filled with faint fragrance, and the azaleas swaying in the wind isolate the disturbance of the world, making the world seem quiet, quiet and clean. I suddenly understood that people and flowers are different in life. A spring breeze came, and it rained all night. It was brilliant because of my existence, but faded because of my departure. As long as I give this world, I'm afraid it's only a moment of beauty. Because life will bloom like azaleas in reincarnation, no matter how high or low.

Yingshanhong, you are the darling of nature. You are not afraid of cold and wet, ice and snow, or the unbearable heat. The tropical rain forest has your footprints, and the snowy plateau has your footprints. You are worthy of being the "king of woody flowers". As long as you can put your roots into the cracks, as long as you can absorb the nutrients, as long as you can breathe with the sun and the moon, your life will grow and spread firmly, and your soul will bloom brilliantly and set off people.

Write the second chapter of Yingshanhong: Yingshanhong in my hometown.

Spring is coming, and the azaleas in my hometown are about to bloom.

Sleeping Shan Ye has just shown a little green, and everything on the earth has just recovered. Facing the cold spring breeze, Yingshanhong blooms alone. Look, it is red, as bright as a rose; That purple, noble and deep; That yellow can be like sunshine. Clusters of flames spewed out, clouds soaked, holy and warm flowers! Breeze blowing, dancing, graceful, very beautiful, a refreshing fragrance, has long been thrown away from the cold winter, no longer chilly in spring. There are also some budding buds, and the delicate petals are tightly wrapped and enchanting. In the golden light of the morning sun, they all show their beauty.

Yingshanhong, named after the Tang Dynasty, is a kind of rhododendron, also known as Manshanhong, Shan Shiliu, Red Drifting and Qingming Flower. It is a famous mountain flower in China and the national flower of North Korea. Koreans call it Jindalai, and the flower language is longevity flower. People think that Jindalai is a symbol of the arrival of spring, which symbolizes long-term prosperity, joy and happiness. It shows the unyielding voice of a nation. It likes to grow on steep rock walls in high mountains. When it is in full bloom, it is densely covered with layers of flowers and is famous for its beauty. Known as the "beauty in flowers", it is often sung by literati. Azalea flowers are pink, each with five or six petals, like plum blossoms, but not exactly. Stamens are like butterflies' beards. When the flowers bloom, one next to another, one crowded with another. You won't let me, and I won't let you. Very cute. Although no bees danced for it and no thrush sang for it, it didn't feel lonely at all, and it burned red. Looking from a distance, it looks like a wave in the morning sun, which is connected with the sky and dyed the sky red. The azaleas on the mountain are more and more delicate and charming against the green leaves. The round and bright dewdrops are crystal clear, nestling quietly on the petals or green leaves, reflecting colorful light when the sun rises, adding a hazy and psychedelic beauty to the world of flowers. It's true: green mountains and green waters are spring breeze, and azaleas are full of fire. Go straight to the heavenly palace to urge the sun, and the pedestrian cliff is in the colorful clouds!

When I first met Ying Shanhong, it was a childhood movie called Sparkling Red Star. The moving scenes of red stars, red flags and red flowers even have a thrilling episode: "If you want the Red Army to come, Yingshanhong will bloom all over the mountains ...". However, the story in the film has long been blurred. Only this beautiful melody and that sad and touching feeling are still there. It has always been accompanied by the germination and growth of my young mind, and the brilliant azaleas like the red star have always carried the passion and dreams of childhood, as well as unlimited hopes.

The first time I really saw Hongshan was guided by a little girl. Groups of children are picking pig grass in the green fields. I hummed the episode in the movie "Shadow Hongshan" with great interest. When she heard this, she said, "There are also Hongshan on the mountain behind my house, and the flowers are blooming!" " Ah, I'm particularly surprised. Is it true?/You don't say. I threw down the bamboo basket and climbed up the ridge in one breath. It was rhododendron! A big chunk! As red and beautiful as in the movie! I am proud that my hometown has been promoted in my heart! And this little girl, later her father died of injury, her mother married far away, and she was alone in her neighbor's house, depressed and crazy! Looking at Shanhong again, I suddenly understand that people and flowers have the same life. A wisp of spring breeze came, and it rained in Mao Mao all night when I left. Brilliance is brilliant because of my existence, and withers because of my departure. As long as you give the world, or even appreciate the beauty of the world for a moment, there is no regret in the process of life.

After I graduated from college and returned to China, in order to encourage young people in remote hometown to make progress, we organized a literary society and founded the internal publication "Yingshanhong". The preface is one of my prose poems "Yingshanhong", which describes the blooming Yingshanhong in Gunziping, a paradise on the border of Shaanxi and Gansu: red, white, purple, clusters and pieces, for example, because it is not as precious as peony and elegant as lotus. Her life in Shan Ye is faint, always unknown and never paid attention to, but she will not be brilliant because no one appreciates it, nor will she be sad because of the cold wind and rainy night, nor will she be desolate because of loneliness. Her splendor is only brilliant for the life in spring, and her withering is only silent for waiting for another east wind. It is not afraid of wind and rain, snow and ice, twists and turns, intertwined, and tenacious survival with amazing perseverance. Isn't this calm, elegant, magnanimous and determined attitude exactly what we should learn? She still blooms year after year, quietly meeting her fate again and again. Isn't this indifferent, calm, elegant and calm state of mind exactly what we humans lack? Don't people's infinite troubles and painful abyss all come from this lingering and entangled heart of fame and fortune? Since then, Yingshanhong has become my sustenance, my yearning, my yearning and my strength!

I haven't seen you for many years. I am troubled by the dream of living in the city. I have been working for my life and running for my survival. Occasionally, I heard that several businessmen want to buy a lot of azaleas and sell them abroad, but they want to dig them up to destroy the azaleas that were in my heart at that moment!

Surprised, I hurried back to my hometown early the next morning with my only January salary. I bought it first! Mobilize the masses to dig out the trees that can be dug near the low mountains, and pile them up in a few days. I invited my neighbors to help me plant them on the terraced hillside behind my old house. I am full of pride when I look at the red saplings scattered all over the mountain. I saved Yingshanhong in my hometown! A month later, I called home and asked my mother how my azaleas were. Has it blossomed? The answer I got was like a bolt from the blue, and I immediately collapsed to the ground-most of my azaleas were actually killed by the sun, the water and soil were not suitable, and irrigation didn't help. It's me! I killed Yingshanhong in my hometown!

One spring, I returned to my hometown and walked in the mountains behind my house with a heavy sense of guilt. I suddenly looked back, ah! Azaleas, azaleas in full bloom, isn't that the first azaleas I saw when I was a child? I was pleasantly surprised, admired, snuggled up and intoxicated ... "Boss Huang, when did you come back?" A clear female voice, I looked intently: "Ah, it's you, you …" It was this girl who led me to see Hongshan for the first time when I was a child! "Do you still recognize me? I also came to see Yingshanhong. She is the mother of Yingshanhong here, "she said.

Suddenly, looking around, many blooming azaleas caught my eye. The mountains are empty, dotted with the whole mountain, under the rocks, among the mountains, and this cluster and that cluster of clouds are thriving among the green mountains and trees, making the whole world ethereal, subtle and passionate, and making the whole quiet mountain forest lively and noisy. It opened the weather-beaten faces of the villagers and opened their kind and simple hearts.

Quietly in the world of flowers, the air is filled with faint fragrance, and the quietly blooming azaleas shake her figure in the wind, so this world without earthly disturbance is so quiet, so quiet and so clean. It seems that my whole world is shrouded in this fresh and elegant feeling. This is my hometown!

I love Yingshanhong, and I love the beautiful and quiet spirit of Yingshanhong in my hometown!

Write the third article about Yingshanhong: Yingshanhong.

The crystallization of years' baptism is not only a growing gully, but also a sudden scenery. Time series has passed today, will you look back again and be fascinated by yesterday's story? Although it is already a ray of light that will dissipate at a certain moment, it can emit a few ethereal rays of light, which is meaningful in the bottom of my heart and worthy of our youthful feelings.

Yan and I grew up together at the foot of Xuefeng Mountain. When I was a child, we walked hand in hand through the green grass in our hometown and waded through the small streams in our hometown, and had the pleasure of picking wild fruits in the Woods. I have also experienced the fear of being scared by the roar of wild animals. At the end of colorful childhood, we also entered a long career of studying in China. Time flies, fleeting. Through the hazy flower season and rainy season, I found a feeling of hiding for a long time in a casual past, and the faint azaleas bloomed in my heart forever.

That year, Na Yue, that day in physical education class, I accidentally fell heavily from the uneven bars and broke my right arm. The accident made me spend more than forty days and nights in the hospital. Fortunately, one of my classmates often comes to take care of me and help me review the lessons I left behind. She is Yan. In this big city, Murakami is the only one who studies here. I am very grateful to Yan for her sincere help, but after a long time, I began to worry that it would delay her own study. We all come from the countryside, and our parents have tried their best to provide us with education. Yan's family pinned all their hopes on her. If she can't go to college, I don't know how much effort her relatives will waste! And whenever I lean against the window of the ward and look at the school in Yan Hui, I will find that the city lights are particularly dazzling, which is out of harmony with the faded dress, always giving people a sense of pity. The hospital is only fifty cents away from the school, but she always walks back and forth. I can't imagine that she is afraid of her cold heart on a lonely road. Thinking of this, my heart began to ache, so I decided to refuse Yan's help.

It was a gloomy afternoon. As usual, Yan came to the hospital after school. I indicated in a euphemistic tone that I would refuse her help. Even so, I still broke Yan's heart. After listening to my words, a few lines of displeasure crossed her face, and then a pair of deep eyes stared at the window. It was raining in Mao Mao outside the window, and gradually I clearly saw the tears in her eyes ... "Do you think I am?" A faint resentment rose in my heart. How can this be associated with hatred? I tried to explain, but in the end I chose silence. Liu Yan left with a sad heart because I couldn't speak. Facing this empty room without a single patient, I felt strongly for the first time that there were many layers of anxiety and loneliness coming at me, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get rid of it. I finally realized how cold I was, so I hurried to the window to take a look at Yan's distant figure, hoping to comfort my empty heart. Unfortunately, there are only a few small trees swaying in the confused wind and rain on the roadside in the distance.

Yan didn't come the next day and the third day, recalling everything during this time. Slowly, I found a vague ignorance sprouting in my heart, just like my blood circulating all over my body, as if it would collapse at a certain moment. Finally, I gently read Yan's name in my mouth. I don't know how long it took, but gradually I felt tired. ...

When the bright sunshine shone on my bedside through the hospital glass, I heard a gentle knock at the door. It turned out that after another night, I thought the nurse had come to deliver the medicine and said, "Please come in". The door opened. Unexpectedly, the person who appeared in front of me was the face I wanted to see most. She came up to me with a bunch of bright azaleas in her hand. "I wish you a speedy recovery and return to school." A gentle blessing floated to my ear with a sweet melody, and the frozen air began to flow. Before I could say thank you, Yan had put the bouquet of plain flowers on my chest. "I went home yesterday and saw the azaleas all over the mountain are beautiful. I know you like this kind of flowers since you were a child, so I picked a bunch early this morning and brought it to you by the early bus. I hope I can leave you a good mood! " I'm really happy, "I shouted excitedly, looking at the plain bunch of azaleas in front of me." Through the gentle light, I found Yan's face is so beautiful. Looking at each other, all the emotions gathered in two pairs of eyes, and slowly Ada grabbed my left hand. Suddenly, a dripping excitement flooded my whole body. I can't help holding her, and I can feel it through the thin skirt. Like a signal, I have a desire to kiss her. When our lips were tightly closed together, I felt a faint salty taste for a long time. It turns out that this is a first kiss dipped in tears. I looked up and just wanted to say something to Ada. "No" Ada quickly picked a azalea from the bed and sealed my mouth. ...

Since then, Ada's figure has returned to my sight. If you pay attention, there will be laughter floating from the ward window. After I recovered from my illness, I returned to my long-lost campus and planned to use all my energy to welcome the coming of July. At this time, Ada and I have a silent wish in our hearts, hoping that we can all go to the same university again.

Finally ushered in the golden autumn, but this only belongs to some people. Yan was admitted to a university in Nanjing, but I never crossed the pontoon bridge in July. In the face of fate, I am deeply sorry! In order to escape rumors, I moved into the wandering life in the south. When I first came to this city where money and money were wasted, I felt like dust. It is too difficult to find a job. After many twists and turns, I finally found a job on the assembly line. Even so, I am very grateful to Shenzhen for its willingness to accept tourists from other places.

Time goes by bit by bit, and the days gradually turn yellow. My youth mixed with my sweat, all dedicated to the vast assembly line. In the face of boring life, my heart can only get a little comfort in the dead of night. It is often Yan's letters full of friendship that let me see the dawn again and again in the long sad night.

I first saw the blue sea in a winter a few years ago. I had a quarrel with my colleagues because of some resentful things at work. Later, I went to the supervisor for theory. The supervisor gave me half a day off to go out for fun, so I chose the seaside. The sea in winter has become chaotic and gray at this time. There are no pedestrians by the sea. I ran, shouted wildly and poured out my heart to the sea. I suddenly thought of a sentence: "I saw rough waves, and that was the figure of the sea." I hear the roar of the waves, which is the lonely language of the sea. " It turns out that the sea in winter is lonely, but it still silently contains all the misfortunes in the world. Think about the heart of the sea. In fact, how little personal sadness is. Is this for me? When I returned to the factory, a postman delivered this letter to me.

Qingyang:

I have come home from my winter vacation. On the occasion of the Spring Festival, I can only wish you happiness. I don't want to say sorry to you, because there is nothing I can do about your apology! Finally, I only hope that when the azalea blooms next year, you can prepare a bunch of flowers for me in your heart, even if it is to commemorate a heart that has gone away!

Ada

After reading this letter, I feel as if there are many bugs biting in my heart, and the pain is getting higher and higher. In order to hold back the tears that are about to fall, I can't help looking up at the vast sky. Sunset is the most beautiful. When the last ray of soft light accompanied the purplish clouds on the horizon to bid farewell to the city, my heart was still shaking in the cold wind for a long time. ...

It was two months after I saw the sea again. I picked up many shells that day, and I'm going to take them back to my hometown, because I learned to cherish them. Thanks to the embrace of the sea, Shandandan is in the romantic season again. I think the mountain flowers in my hometown are competing for beauty! So I decided to go home once and pick a bunch of big azaleas, not to commemorate a heart that has gone away, but to miss a true love.

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