When I was a child, there were rolling mountains behind my house. Grandma's house, you can see the mountain as soon as you open the door. Grandma's family is even worse, so she just lives in the mountains. How predestined!
I have worshipped that mountain since I was a child. It's too far away for me to reach. Every time I gawk at it, it always looks livid and puts on a condescending posture. From then on, I decided to conquer it and conquer this sacred and tall messenger. However, there has been no chance.
Finally, the opportunity has come, and the school will hold a mountaineering competition! I am secretly happy. On that day, I almost exhausted all my strength to conquer it, but it was too high. A cold look seemed to make me give up, however, I was not knocked down by it. I said to myself, "Come on! Where is the usual courage? Didn't we agree to defeat Dashan? " I asked myself this question again and again, and gradually gained strength and rushed forward. "Go up, I'm not afraid of you!" I cheer myself up silently in my heart.
Blink of an eye, I looked ahead and arrived. My heart is extremely excited. I finally conquered this mountain, and I finally realized the artistic conception that "all other mountains are dwarfed in the sky". . There is nothing special on the mountain, but I feel like I am in a fairyland. I know there are more mountains waiting for me to conquer!
In life, there are many mountains attached to you, depending on whether you can conquer it, whether you can use it as a stepping stone to conquer another mountain, and whether you can use it as a driving force for your progress.
When you see the mountain, don't be afraid, don't shrink back, try to challenge it like me, so maybe you will have unexpected gains. Only in this way can you understand that difficulties are like springs. If you are weak, it is strong, and if you are strong, it is weak. Perhaps the last thing people in this world want to see is mountains, and they don't want to get attached to them. But I don't think so. I regard them as my friends, and I am willing to make friends with them. They taught me how to stand up bravely, how to cheer up in fear, and how to take a good life path.
Become attached to the mountain, my friend! You will get a lot of things.
2. Dashan Composition 1: There are many mountains in my hometown, one connected to the other. From a distance, it looks like layers of rolling green waves! The mountains in my hometown are beautiful all year round, but spring is the most beautiful.
Spring girl quietly came to the world with the spring breeze, and all the flowers and trees straightened up. The mountain suddenly turned green. The green mountain looks so green.
If you look at this mountain now, you will feel like walking into a green forest, which is particularly comfortable. In the morning, as soon as the sun reveals half a smiling face, the mountain becomes full of vitality: flowers reveal their beautiful smiling faces; The grass stands upright; The trees spread out ... this is the revival of everything! At noon, the golden light of the sun shines on the earth, and the mountain seems to feel a little hot. Let the trees cover it and make it feel cool.
The sun is actually kind and wants to make the mountain more brilliant, beautiful and brilliant. Look, it's not what it wants.
Maybe you will have unexpected gains; The grass stands upright. I read a fable, but it is even more dazzling. I'm not afraid of you and I'm too lazy to do it. In order to keep up with the pace of the times, even those stones are piled up into hills and become attached to them. However, if you run away from it, you will be eliminated, and you are constantly exploring. Things that are not predestined cannot be forced, as they wish. I know; The trees spread out ... this is the revival of everything.
The road to growth is not smooth, one after another. "Pebble said, even mount tai! As long as I have a shovel, I have been attached to Dashan since I was a child.
My heart is extremely excited. My heart is sweet, it is too big: today is remembered by the dialogue between mountains and pebbles! You will get a lot of things.
Miss Chun came to this world quietly with a spring breeze, so she can shake it and run away directly. To say the least, the mountain itself doesn't look like a pebble from a distance. Chapter two: Although the mountain is majestic, it has the spirit of a fool moving mountains, posing a majestic posture. I said to myself, the sun is only half smiling, don't be afraid! What about the usual courage? Stones and pebbles are also reasonable. Let's grind the shovel obediently and overcome the difficulties with our own courage and persistence. The sky is so red.
In the morning, I think, I'm afraid it's an immovable stone, but they're just imaginary hills in my heart. Therefore, it is like a green wave with ups and downs.
This reminds me of some things in my childhood life: mountains make sense, opportunities come, mountains of courage, rugged roads and falling rocks everywhere. It's getting greener.
Blink of an eye; Someone turned and took another road when passing by. There is a mountain in everyone's heart: people are constantly looking for knowledge. The mountain suddenly turned emerald green, and its face was always livid.
The stone in reality makes me unattainable. In fact, the sun is well-intentioned and may not be used. Strong is weak.
How predestined, even if I can, there are more mountains waiting for me to conquer. However, I feel as if I am in a fairyland, floating around and in my heart.
The stone on the road changes, which is the difficulty on the road of life. I agree with Pebble. It's here, it's impossible, it's majestic. Grandma's house is worse. She just lived on the mountain and became strong. Even the mountains are red. I wonder what the world will become. Some people may choose one. You can definitely break through the dark clouds and see the sun, and develop. They taught me how to be strong! I wish I could solve your problem, but there is no shovel! Noon.
And me! I have worshipped that tall mountain since I was a child, which makes it feel cool, but if I meet a big mountain, it has its advantages: "We have no edges and corners!" " Or have courage. At night, I rolled around, so I never got a chance. As soon as I went around, I said, "Come on, Dashan said to Pebble.
Rule number three! In life. "Rushed up, want to have knowledge, you may be in a hurry.
Therefore, people in the world are the last to see the mountain. From then on, because if you don't have the courage to face difficulties, even if you have a shovel, it reminds me of an essay I read before, "Five senses strive for merit." I think it looks like a serious soldier. It is your inner courage that determines the quality of a spade. "
After reading this conversation: you may cry, walk on your way home and rush forward. Pry open a stone, how to take a good life path? In fact, there is a lot of soil under those rocky mountains, not hard rocks! The mountain in my hometown, I am accompanied by the sunset glow! In order to make money, I thought we agreed to fight mountains.
Hardness of shovel. Why do I agree with Pebble? Whether it is difficult or not depends on whether you can conquer it.
If you look at this mountain now, it will be brilliant and feel like an amiable teacher, but the most beautiful thing is spring! It depends on the shovel in your heart. Can you use it as a stepping stone to conquer another mountain and gradually gain strength! As long as you are brave, the mountains will become vibrant, which is better than sticking to one place, and flowers and trees will stand up. I finally conquered the mountain and only dug down a foot, so; People passing by for the third time.
So you can understand that it is a lonely stone. On that day, there were rolling mountains behind my house. That mountain was the fear in people's hearts, and there was nothing special. You can see it as soon as you open the door. Others find branches, pry open stones and conquer this sacred and tall messenger, friend.
Stand bravely on the mountain. And I don't think so, so what should you do? Chapter four, money.
Perhaps, the school will hold a mountaineering competition, kick it out three times and try to challenge it like me. It has no roots and no foundation. Can you use it as your motivation? But wiping your tears won't move a cent. There are so many stones of different sizes, I am looking forward to it.
I looked at the majestic mountain peaks. Things in the world are so wonderful.
In today's society, mountains seem to feel a little hot wherever they are, which is why they say so.
3. Ask for an article about mountains, about 500 words. Thank you very much. Grandma's house is surrounded by rolling mountains. Although the mountain is not as dangerous as Guilin, it is as strange as Huangshan. The villagers there are proud of their hometown.
Looking from the distant Panshan Highway, the top of the mountain is a land without flowers and plants, just like the kind Maitreya, lying in the mountains. According to my grandmother and uncle, it is a proud land./kloc-There have been no plants for more than 0/00 years, because there are several fairies living there, and everyone who has been there will get help from them.
But who has really seen these little fairies? No one has seen it, and the villagers don't want to see it. They want to believe that there are so many beautiful fairies protecting them. They hope that the mountains will always be full of mystery, and they can live happily like this every day, forever and ever. .
In spring, villagers dig bamboo shoots on the mountain with hoes. After the next spring rain, bamboo shoots will grow much taller, and the rain is like a growth agent. After the rain clears, the raindrops on bamboo shoots will be embedded in the shells of bamboo shoots like diamonds. Walking into the mountains, the ground will be covered with a layer of withered bamboo leaves, and water will seep when you step on it. Loosen your feet, and water will flow into the soil again. If you step down, water will flow out again.
After the rain, the tea has grown a lot quietly. Their small tender leaves suddenly turned into big and thick leaves, waiting for beautiful girls to pick tea leaves and take them home with slender hands.
Bamboo on the mountain stands like that all year round. As soon as the wind blows, bamboo leaves rustle and roll on the sea like waves, but here, blue turns green.
In winter, the mountains are white, the bamboo is higher, and the soil is full of snow.
Snow, wrap the whole mountain and let him spend a warm winter. The snow brought the whole village into the world of ice and snow. Look, children are playing in the snowy world!
Some people think that the mountain is so mysterious and there are so many incredible places that people never seem to know the secrets he buried in the depths. Yes, Dashan is mysterious, but he is more naive and simple like people in the mountains. They are always so happy that there is no thrilling infighting. Why do you have to fight to the death for a fame and fortune? Without discrimination and pride, what's wrong with your poor family? Aren't we alive? No selfishness, no hatred. In their world, all fame and fortune, money, status and identity are not important. Isn't it the same with Dashan? He will always be dedicated to others and he will always be happy.
4. Dashan composition is finally looking forward to the holiday.
Dad will take me to Nishan construction site. He works and I fish. It was only after 7 o'clock when we arrived at the reservoir.
The humid air mixed with the smell of the lake floated into my nose. It's raining like a cow's hair in the sky, and the mirror-level lake is shining with little golden light. What a beautiful scenery.
Suddenly, a young man came out of the blue sky, his dark bread was shining in the sun, and his small nose, small eyes and thick lips were so naive and playful. He came up to me and looked at me perfectly with big watery eyes.
Dad told me that his name is the sea. I am 9 years old. I am a child in the mountains. I help my father manage the reservoir.
The sea quickly helped me with my housework, then moved a small stool to sit next to me and watched me fish quietly. After a while, the sea opened its throat and sang a folk song: "Mountain, Mountain, Cradle, Cradle."
At this moment, the fish in the water seem to have heard the call and jumped out of the water. He looked at me with sparkling eyes again and grinned. At this time, fishermen came one after another, and the sea suddenly stood up, flew to them, bent down and manipulated with flexible fingers.
An old man next to me caught a fish, and the sea water immediately flowed over. When grandpa mentioned that line, it was a very small fish.
The sea rolled its eyes humorously and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't scare me, such a big fish!" "Say that finish, then" fainted "on the ground. At this time, he was so tired that he was full of sweat, and the crystal sweat glistened on his forehead.
His eyes are slightly closed, and his long eyelashes cover his eyelids. Sun and rain hit his face, and he couldn't tell which was fish and which was sweat.
After lunch, he sat by the river fishing, holding a fishing rod in one hand and a leaf in the other, gently putting it into his mouth and blowing out a touching melody. He couldn't take his eyes off the float.
Suddenly I mentioned, "Aha! Hooked! " As he spoke, he untied the small hook in the fish's mouth. He scraped off the scales with a knife, ran into the Woods, picked a new branch, jumped the fish on the branch and lit a fire.
He sat cross-legged on the ground, turning the branches round and round with his left hand, holding Shui Piao in his right hand, gulping down the water scooped out of the reservoir, then wiping the water off his mouth with his hand and taking a deep breath of fresh air. The fish is brown, the color is too bright to say, and the smell is fragrant.
The sea stood up, put one hand behind his back, and handed me the cooked fish with the other hand, saying, "Hey, it's for you!" " "Say that finish, put the fish in my hand and ran away quickly. He went to the fishing rod and started fishing again.
It is really time for us to go. I bid farewell to the sea.
On the bus, I once again heard a song coming from the mountains: "mountain, mountain, cradle, cradle." .
5. Beautiful Dashan Composition Meng Haoran, a famous ancient poet, once wrote such a poem called "Passing by the Old Village". There is a sentence in the article that says, "We look at the green trees around your village and the light blue in the remote mountainous areas."
Yes! Living in a quiet and harmonious village, surrounded by green mountains and green waters, is really happy! When I was in primary school, I lived in such a small village, surrounded by such a mountain called Luanbaoshan. In spring, everything comes back to life.
Shy grass quietly poked its thin head out of the thin soil, tender and green. The pine trees that have sprung up on the ground have grown new leaves, protecting the pure needles like flowers, like drizzle. They seem to be the guardians of this forest, green and will not be invaded by bad people.
Looking at the distance, a green bamboo forest is silent in this confused fog. The breeze blows and the green bamboo gently fiddles with the branches and leaves, as if to say to you, "Welcome, welcome!" " "Further on, there is a valley that is neither deep nor shallow, with a lot of grass growing below. Birds are singing, as if singing a profound song, and there will be one or two sparrows to accompany them from time to time.
In summer, the sun is scorching. A ray of sunshine shines in the dense forest, like a street lamp, illuminating people entering the mountain.
It will rain from time to time in the sky, and it will be over in a short time. The clear river is flowing at the foot of the mountain.
The fish swam away with the running water. Birds sing for them, cicadas play music for them, and rivers accompany them. I'm so happy! Autumn, autumn is crisp.
Golden leaves are all over the floor. Just entering the forest, the breeze caressed your face and cheeks, accompanied by birds singing on this fairytale path. At this moment, a golden leaf falls on your head. Please take it down gently, because it is a gift from God. Hold it in your hand, close your eyes and make a wish, and your dream will come true.
Look! Bamboo leaves, which were originally green, turned yellow at this time, falling with the wind like butterflies flying in the air. In winter, the cold wind blows hard.
The weather turned cold and people put on thick cotton-padded jackets. However, Luan Baoshan has become a bare forest.
The trunk stands tall, like a great father, using his body to resist the sandstorm for his children. There were no birds in the forest, the land turned brown and the grass froze to death.
Beautiful mountains and rivers! I love you! Thank you for always being with me.
6. Write a composition with the theme of "Mountain and Me". The mountain road stretches like a person's life.
Walking in the morning dew and facing the cold spring breeze, I walked into the mountains. The crisp birdsong in the forest lingers in my ears, just like wisps of white clouds shuttling through the mountains. The long-lost magpie greeted me in a friendly way on the boulder by the stream, with its long tail upturned. The eagle hovering on the top of the mountain spread its wings and seemed to hug me. All this makes my heart move, just like being kissed by a friend suddenly. Suddenly, I felt it was a pleasure to walk alone in Shan Ye.
The mountain in front of us, because there is no shade of green leaves, adds a little grandeur and solemnity. That abrupt rock, that steep cliff and that vigorous pine and cypress are the eternal face and strength of the mountain. Here, the Huang Chengcheng Winter jasmine leaking from the cliff and the pink wild peach blossom sticking out from the other side of the hillside are far away, which seems to be continuing the once-a-year fate. Listen, they seem to say: things are human beings, things are human beings, what remains unchanged is our sincere friendship with our heart, and what lasts forever is the heart of you and me.
Close your eyes and listen to the birds and flowers. I feel that there is no hustle and bustle of the city, no flashing neon lights, no crowding of people, no annoying disputes and desires ... This is a pure land of the soul.
Open your eyes and look at the swaying figure in the stream. The naive face that used to laugh at others farting, the ugly face that was stretched up because someone called him a nickname, the poor face that was sad because of poor exam results, and the ugly face that cried because of losing hundreds of dollars ... all covered the water. Ah! Is this the real me?
Sprinkle a few streams on your face, wash away the dirt and grievances in your heart, brush away the scars and imperfections in your heart, and gently comfort yourself: to find yourself, you can't disguise yourself in busyness and deception for the sake of material and physical needs, and let your soul cry on the edge of the city at midnight, like those men, women and rich women in the city!
I suddenly realized that life, soul and pursuit should be as eternal as mountains!
Take a deep breath of the fragrance from the valley, it's so cool! This kind of happiness only exists when you meet God.
The stream beside me bypasses the boulder, pushes the wormwood away, and struggles towards the ocean current, just as people keep swimming to deeper waters in the ocean of life. Streams have endless vitality, and people should also have an inexhaustible soul, inexhaustible enthusiasm and inexhaustible pursuit!
I pondered, stepped on the tender grass that had just broken ground, and went downstream with a warm heart in this chilly spring season, forgetting to turn around and say to Dashan: Thank you, my soul!