A paper plane flew past me gently. Oh, that small and light posture, that clean and dust-free flight, how familiar. Is it the one in the hand of my brother when I was a child? Suddenly, my sight has been quietly taken away by it, and my childhood memories are hanging in the treetops.
The sky is clear and holy, like a light blue silk handkerchief; Clouds, white and flawless clouds, like veils; The wind, carefree wind, set off bursts of golden wheat waves and spread brilliant hopes. A little boy stood on the ridge of the field and released his paper plane. The plane flew downwind, and he cheered and waved his hands vigorously. This is my childhood brother. Folding planes and flying them were the greatest pleasures of his childhood. Although he didn't express his ambition to be a pilot or build a plane, he folded the paper plane again and again. He looked up at his paper plane flying in the sky and tried to smile with his eyes open. Brother must have a dream hidden in his heart-eager to fly and weave an ideal dream in the blue sky.
In this way, my brother folded up his childhood dream with his tender little hand. However, there is never a pair of gentle big hands to gently soothe his innocent dreams. Once, my brother excitedly picked up a paper plane that had just been folded and ran into the house. "Mom, this plane can fly very high. Come, I'll show you. " He wants to drag his mother out. "Don't be ridiculous, I'm busy." Mother shook off his hand. "You are in elementary school, still playing with these useless planes. Go and do your homework! " ""it's already finished. "Look at my brother's face. dream
A paper plane flew past me gently. Oh, that small and light posture, that clean and dust-free flight, how familiar. Is it the one in the hand of my brother when I was a child? Suddenly, my sight has been quietly taken away by it, and my childhood memories hang in the treetops.
The sky is clear and holy, like a light blue silk handkerchief; Clouds, white and flawless clouds, like veils; The wind, carefree wind, set off bursts of golden wheat waves and spread brilliant hopes. A little boy stood on the ridge of the field and released his paper plane. The plane flew downwind, and he cheered and waved his hands vigorously. This is my childhood brother. Folding planes and flying them were the greatest pleasures of his childhood. Although he didn't express his ambition to be a pilot or build a plane, he folded the paper plane again and again. He looked up at his paper plane flying in the sky and tried to smile with his eyes open. Brother must have a dream hidden in his heart-eager to fly and weave an ideal dream in the blue sky.
In this way, my brother folded up his childhood dream with his tender little hand. However, there is never a pair of gentle big hands to gently soothe his innocent dreams. Once, my brother excitedly picked up a paper plane that had just been folded and ran into the house. "Mom, this plane can fly very high. Come, I'll show you. " He wants to drag his mother out. "Don't be ridiculous, I'm busy." Mother shook off his hand. "You are in elementary school, still playing with these useless planes. Go and do your homework! " ""It's already over. " The smile on my brother's face suddenly disappeared. He looked up at his unhappy mother and turned and walked away step by step. Several times, he looked at the paper plane in his hand and stopped to look back at his mother. His eyes are full of grievances and losses. What a nice paper plane. My mother will like it at first glance, but she didn't watch it just now.
This story has been repeated many times. Every time my brother runs happily, he comes back depressed. Gradually, my brother became silent. He often sits alone on the ridge of the field, sometimes looking up, watching his paper plane swim, glide and fly over the field; Sometimes he lowers his head, deep in thought, thinking about the doubts he has been unable to solve. He folded fewer planes, and finally one day, all his planes were left behind. I asked him why, but he just shook his head. Is it because you have really grown up? I don't know. I only know that no one has carefully appreciated his paper plane, and no one has touched his head and said, "Son, you are really good." No one tried to knock on his heart and listen to him. ...
Suddenly, I remembered the paper plane in front of me and hurried to look around. I saw it stuck firmly on a branch, unable to fly, but the sun shone on it, so beautiful. ...
Comments: The article adopts the artistic conception of seeing the big from the small. This paper uses a small "paper plane" to carry my brother's childhood dream. The plane flying in the air is the time when my brother's dream germinates, and the falling of the plane means the disillusionment of my brother's dream. The excitement and joy of my brother before, as well as the sadness and loss after, formed a sharp contrast. In the conclusion, the paper plane has not been trapped for a long time, and the sun has already shone on it-the loss of "brother" will not reappear on "sister", thus highlighting the big theme.
Test analysis: "dream" can be interpreted as "delusion" or "desire". From the perspective of "delusion", we can start with the contradictory relationship between "dream and reality". Dreams are the goal of struggle. Dreams are the driving force. Only by working hard for them can we realize our dreams. If you write an argumentative paper, you can demonstrate it from topics such as "dream and reality" or "dream and action"; If you write prose, you can talk about your good wishes from a virtual perspective, aiming at reality; If you write a narrative, you can make up a story to reflect the difference between dreams and reality, so as to alert people to find the most suitable one. From the perspective of "desire", we can reflect some desires in the process of growing up and express our true feelings. Some of these wishes are lifelong regrets, some are puzzling, some need us to appeal for them, and some need us to work hard for them. Write it in fresh and simple words, grab the reader's heartstrings, and you will succeed.
2. Please write an article of not less than 800 words on how to write dreams with the topic of "Poetry and Dreams".
A paper plane flew past me gently. Oh, that small and light posture, that clean and dust-free flight, how familiar. Is it the one in the hand of my brother when I was a child? Suddenly, my sight has been quietly taken away by it, and my childhood memories are hanging in the treetops.
The sky is clear and holy, like a light blue silk handkerchief; Clouds, white and flawless clouds, like veils; The wind, carefree wind, set off bursts of golden wheat waves and spread brilliant hopes. A little boy stood on the ridge of the field and released his paper plane. The plane flew downwind, and he cheered and waved his hands vigorously. This is my childhood brother. Folding planes and flying them were the greatest pleasures of his childhood. Although he didn't express his ambition to be a pilot or build a plane, he folded the paper plane again and again. He looked up at his paper plane flying in the sky and tried to smile with his eyes open. Brother must have a dream hidden in his heart-eager to fly and weave an ideal dream in the blue sky.
In this way, my brother folded up his childhood dream with his tender little hand. However, there is never a pair of gentle big hands to gently soothe his innocent dreams. Once, my brother excitedly picked up a paper plane that had just been folded and ran into the house. "Mom, this plane can fly very high. Come, I'll show you. " He wants to drag his mother out. "Don't be ridiculous, I'm busy." Mother shook off his hand. "You are in elementary school, still playing with these useless planes. Go and do your homework! " ""It's already over. " The smile on my brother's face suddenly disappeared. He looked up at his unhappy mother and turned and walked away step by step. Several times, he looked at the paper plane in his hand and stopped to look back at his mother. His eyes are full of grievances and losses. What a nice paper plane. My mother will like it at first glance, but she didn't watch it just now.
This story has been repeated many times. Every time my brother runs happily, he comes back depressed. Gradually, my brother became silent. He often sits alone on the ridge of the field, sometimes looking up, watching his paper plane swim, glide and fly over the field; Sometimes he lowers his head, deep in thought, thinking about the doubts he has been unable to solve. He folded fewer planes, and finally one day, all his planes were left behind. I asked him why, but he just shook his head. Is it because you have really grown up? I don't know. I only know that no one has carefully appreciated his paper plane, and no one has touched his head and said, "Son, you are really good." No one tried to knock on his heart and listen to him. ...
Suddenly, I remembered the paper plane in front of me and hurried to look around. I saw it stuck firmly on a branch, unable to fly, but the sun shone on it, so beautiful. ...
Comments: The article adopts the artistic conception of seeing the big from the small. This paper uses a small "paper plane" to carry my brother's childhood dream. The plane flying in the air is the time when my brother's dream germinates, and the falling of the plane means the disillusionment of my brother's dream. The excitement and joy of my brother before, as well as the sadness and loss after, formed a sharp contrast. In the conclusion, the paper plane has not been trapped for a long time, and the sun has already shone on it-the loss of "brother" will not reappear on "sister", thus highlighting the big theme.
Test analysis: "dream" can be interpreted as "delusion" or "desire". From the perspective of "delusion", we can start with the contradictory relationship between "dream and reality". Dreams are the goal of struggle. Dreams are the driving force. Only by working hard for them can we realize our dreams. If you write an argumentative paper, you can demonstrate it from topics such as "dream and reality" or "dream and action"; If you write prose, you can talk about your good wishes from a virtual perspective, aiming at reality; If you write a narrative, you can make up a story to reflect the difference between dreams and reality, so as to alert people to find the most suitable one. From the perspective of "desire", we can reflect some desires in the process of growing up and express our true feelings. Some of these wishes are lifelong regrets, some are puzzling, some need us to appeal for them, and some need us to work hard for them. Write it in fresh and simple words, grab the reader's heartstrings, and you will succeed.
3. An astronaut who wrote a composition on the topic of "Dream". This dream was caused by one of my dreams.
On the night of September 10, 2006, I watched a debate about aliens. Say yes while saying no. But after watching it for a while, I should go to bed, so I left the TV for a long time. Before I went to bed, I kept thinking, did I? Still not? I fell asleep with questions. As the saying goes, think about it day and night. No, I dreamed of aliens. They have two tentacles on their heads, they can still move, and their bodies are green. Others are no different from us. I want to talk to him and say hello to him. I didn't expect him to say hello to me. Then he asked me who I was. He was surprised when I said I was from the earth. I thought he had never seen the earth, and then I went to their palace, where the golden walls were magnificent. There, the king personally entertained me and invited me to dinner. Just as I was about to say yes, the shrill alarm woke me up from my dream.
From then on, I vowed to fly a spaceship to see if there are aliens in the future.
Recently, two astronauts from China went into space on Shenzhou VI. As a native of China, I am proud of it and hope to be an astronaut.
I dream of becoming an astronaut and landing on the moon on Shenzhou 18. I am wearing a Chang 'e-style spacesuit. Because there is no gravity, I will start the engine on my finger and run to the moon. It feels like the "Goddess of the Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon". I am particularly excited to be in the vast galaxy with the stars shining around me. I said, "First of all, of course, I will visit our mother." When I came to the earth, I couldn't help feeling: "The land I stepped on is so beautiful! If our compatriots saw such a beautiful and spectacular earth, would they have the heart to destroy it? " Mother Earth turned her head, looked at me and smiled. She said kindly, "Are you the first female astronaut?" ? Great! You see, your family and all the female compatriots in China are especially proud of you. Also, please send a message to mankind that my natural environment has been improved after you beautify me! ""yes! Mother, the mother of mankind. " I replied solemnly. Later, I "walked" out of the solar system and visited other galaxies in the Milky Way. Along the way, I saw many strange-looking aliens greet me warmly. Although I don't know what language everyone speaks, our hearts are connected. They led me to "visit" various planets and let me see many beautiful ones.
Ah! I really hope that all these wonderful things can come true, and human science and technology can make by going up one flight of stairs continue to explore the mysterious universe! My dream can come true.
4. Write a composition with dreams as the main topic. Reprinted 3 articles for reference only. Is it inappropriate?
1. After playing all day, I fell asleep as soon as I went to bed at night ... I was watching TV and heard someone shout, "Hello? Open the door quickly. " I opened the door, wow! It's the Monkey King.
I thought to myself that it must be a happy event for Sun Shengda to come here. Unexpectedly, the Great Sage said, "I just came back from studying Buddhist scriptures with the Tang Priest in the West, and I want to come here."
I nodded in agreement. The Great Sage scanned the audience and said, "Why haven't I seen this stone tablet?" "Ha ha! This is an air conditioner. When you press refrigeration in summer, you get air conditioning from a small gap, cool! " While scratching his head, the Great Sage sighed with emotion: "If it had existed in those days, it would not have suffered such a great crime in the Flame Mountain!" At this time, the Great Sage became suspicious of the mobile phone again. He curiously stroked the smooth screen of the mobile phone with his hand and said, "What does your family do? How can there be a gavel? " Now I'm laughing even harder! "This is a mobile phone, you can talk to each other, and sending messages is not as good as your somersault cloud!" The Great Sage bowed his head in shame. "It seems that I am really behind the times. Please be my master! " It's great to be the Monkey King's teacher, I cried excitedly ... "Xu Qing, Xu Qing, what are you doing? Get up, hurry! " It turned out that my mother woke me up from my dream.
What an interesting dream! It made me understand the importance of knowledge. I want to tell you this interesting dream. How's it going? 2. The west wind blew the waves of the old Dongting, and Xiang Jun turned a lot of hair white overnight. Completely drunk, I can't see the sky in the water. A ship full of dreams sank into the Milky Way.
Dream, a charming word. Like a cloud, it is invisible.
But what is closer to life than dreams? Life is a series of mottled dreams. Although the footsteps of dreams only wander in the middle of the night, they have the decorative sound of the soul. The melody of dreams is as urgent as a moment, but it is accompanied by our life.
Idiot talks about dreams. Why do only idiots talk about dreams? Don't people stop dreaming unless they are stupid? Dreams can really make people crazy. "The paper is full of ridiculous words and a bitter tear. The author of Dou Yun is stupid. Who can explain the taste? " Cao Xueqin devoted his life to a dream of red mansions, which shows how charming dreams are.
Dreams are endowed with romanticism. What could be more pleasant in the world? Dreams can transcend time and space, cross the universe and cross Wan Li.
It is really a moment of "looking at the past and the present and touching the world". The most brilliant creation is just a dream at first, but the dream will always come true-human beings have created modern society.
We advocate a fantastic life, but we are not interested in bold creation. Therefore, people who live in dreams every day have lost their dreams, leaving only illusions. "When you are on the pillow, go to Jiangnan, Wan Li."
No great man dares to fantasize, because he dares to fantasize, so the traditional imprisonment is broken, because great men have amazing insight and courage. Great ambitions begin with dreams, and dreams are the folds of life accumulation.
Only with discount can we create, and only with knowledge can we have strength. Goethe's Phantom Ups and Downs can actually make "the heart feel youthful" and arouse "a sincere admiration that binds people firmly."
Find the lost beauty in the dream and see their voices and smiles again. Dreams fill the emptiness of the soul and become the pursuit of perfection and beauty.
Dreams can be induced and stimulated. "I have ideas and dreams every day."
It is the product of our inspiration. In A Dream of Red Mansions, Xiangling writes poems in her dream.
German biologist Eto dreamed in the middle of the night that he was experimenting with two frogs, which inspired him to solve the theory of nerve conduction and won the Nobel Prize for his research on neurochemical conduction. Often in my dreams, I gather my thoughts; Often in dreams, beyond reality; Often in dreams, flying ideals.
Dream itself is creation! Is life like a dream? This is too idealistic. Is life like a dream? This is enough to describe the journey of the world.
Dream in life! This can give us encouragement. There is no road, I dream of endless grassland, grassland without road, but I feel that I am constantly moving forward.
Is it flying? There is no road under your feet, and there are no familiar road marks, but how can there be a familiar smell of oil cypress on that road? Is it an invisible road? The feeling of "flying" is right, and it is slowly discovered that it is the road.
Or there may be no road. The meaningless thoughts, meaningless daze and meaningless everything in the dream country seem to serve the pure "dream".
You can feel that you have been living in an unrealistic dream and have never been out of your dream country. Silly girls have their own ideas, but unfortunately they are just unrealistic and messy ideas, but maybe living in a dream is much more comfortable and happy than reality.
The moon is crying. Sometimes I see the moon crying, but it doesn't rain ... I think it's unfair. Why does it rain when God cries, and other creatures can't be comforted to sing? This is not a dream, I know, because dreams are beautiful, right? There is no evil or partiality in the dream, but it is pure, right? It is as pure as magnolia and as precious as epiphyllum, isn't it? I don't believe that the moon will cry in my dream, and I don't believe that the moon crying in my dream is not accompanied ... After waking up from my dream, I feel that I have gone on a trip, a pure trip, a country without pollution. When I woke up, nothing existed. What exists is pure desire, just yearning for a beautiful mind.
After waking up, there is nothing to miss. After all, everything is so illusory that I can only pretend that I have never longed for simple ideas. Everything is hidden in the dream, in the confused gauze.
5. I want to write a composition: take dreams as horse poetry wine, take 1, feed horses with dreams, and gallop through the years; Take dreams as horses, poetry and wine take advantage of the situation.
-small swallow's Let's Go, small swallow.
2, the world is like a tide of people like water, and it is difficult to get drunk.
-small swallow's Let's Go, small swallow.
The person who appears in the dream should go to him (her) after waking up. Life is so simple.
-small swallow's Let's Go, small swallow.
4, how much joy and how much hate, year after year, on this night.
-small swallow's Let's Go, small swallow.
5, whether traveling or studying, the body and soul must have one on the road.
-small swallow's Let's Go, small swallow.
6. A hundred bright futures are not worth a warm gift.
-small swallow's Let's Go, small swallow.
7. I can't control it, because I can't be detached from reality; I can't refuse, because no matter how I dream, I will stay where I am when I wake up.
-Feynman Pessoa "I'm afraid of recording"
6. What is it to write a composition of not less than 800 words on the topic of dreams? What is the eternal dream in the world? Throughout the ages, how many people with lofty ideals have paid too much to get answers? ...
Chen Ziang, a great poet, was admitted as a scholar at the age of 24. Wu Zetian promoted him as Lin Taizheng with the extraordinary ambition that "a centurion is not as good as a scholar". After he came to power, he dared to speak out in anger, and his words were full of disadvantages. Therefore, he was framed and demoted by traitors, and finally ended up as "China wavered at the age of four and Fang Yi succeeded unexpectedly". Finally, Duan Jian was killed in prison. Full of literary talent and ambition, an unfinished dream was buried in the thick soil.
And Li Houzhu of the Southern Tang Dynasty, who was in office for 15 years, ignored political affairs and indulged in pleasure. After being captured, he began to feel the pain of national subjugation, so he chose to dream. His dream is really dreamy. He fantasized that the later Tang Dynasty, carved with jade, should still be there, but when he realized that "the water had come out, spring had gone" and the former palace had already been "transformed by Zhu Yan", the dream ended in a hurry. Later, he wrote a song "Waves on the Sand", in which he wrote: "I didn't know I was a guest in my dream, I was greedy." It can be seen how sad and pitiful he was at that time, and even the happy moments he stole in his dreams were greedy. But the emperor is the emperor after all, how can he be satisfied with only one dream? So he continued to write lyrics, dream and be a conquered person! Unfortunately, it was discovered by Song Taizong, and the manuscript of Young Beauty was discovered when the first song was presented on Tanabata, and it was poisoned by medicine. Since then, another superstar has fallen into an endless black hole in China's ancient ci poetry, and his dream has ended.
The ancients loved to dream. Some people dream for themselves, some dream for others, and some dream for the country. In my opinion, dreaming for yourself is the most realistic, not selfish. According to legend, the sage Confucius once dreamed that he was worshipped sitting between two pillars. Emperor Tang Ming left a poem saying, "Will this sacrifice I watched between two temple pillars be a sign of death that you dreamed of a long time ago? ."
The representative of making dreams for him is Du Fu. Demoted to Huazhou, he was in the "Anshi Rebellion", and he didn't feel sorry for himself at first. Seeing the sufferings brought by the war to the people, he made "Three Officials" and "Three Farewells", expressing the people's voices. Later, he went into exile in Chengdu and built a thatched cottage with the help of his friends. After "the hut was destroyed in the autumn wind", he didn't dream of having a house first, but thought of "there are thousands of spacious buildings in Qian Qian, and the poor in the world are happy." This kind of thinking, this kind of verve, is beyond the reach of ordinary people.
Speaking of dreams for our country, it is absolutely necessary to release birds. Although he is over 70 years old and he is "in a lonely village", his ambition is still alive. In his dream, he still thought about fighting on the front line of "Tiema Glacier", and his heart to recover lost ground was vividly on paper. It's a pity that he didn't wait for the good news of "Beiding Zhongyuan" and swallowed their anger and died.
Although these five dreams are different, they are more or less tragic. Perhaps it is because of these tragedies that the master was made. They wrote masterpieces with their own pens, and their dreams were permanently embedded in the time and space of history.
I love dreaming, too. From an ignorant child to a colorful flower season, I have been weaving a beautiful dream. When I was a child, I dreamed of growing up quickly, preferably higher than the sky. However, I have never seen anyone taller than the sky, but I have seen many people whose hearts are taller than the sky, because their dreams have brought their hearts to the sky. Later, when I grew up, I read more books such as Flower Season and Rainy Season, dreaming of more rainy seasons to nourish my youth. I stopped this dream when I walked into the high school gate. Because I know that the intense study life in high school has left me no time to dream, so I locked this dream, but I kept the key.
I remember a philosopher once said that youth without dreams is like a morning without the sun, so I will put my youth into my dreams and turn them into reality. After all, dreams are just a beautiful rainbow, and actions are the rain that waters the rainbow.
Dream for others, dream for the country, dream for yourself. It is with these colorful dreams that we live a meaningful life.
7. Write a poem with the theme of "dream", which is like spring water and travels all over your hometown.
Sweet dew in dreams, precious light in words.
Dream of the sun and the moon, and recall the songs of the Mid-Autumn Festival.
There is no figure in the boudoir candle, but Luo Ping has a dream soul. I'm tired of music recently, and I watch the military gate all day.
Where is the mountain tour? It's too late to return to Ilo. Going to bed suddenly became a dream, just like in Songqiu Mountain.
dream
Melodious flute.
Call me to the window
Autumn evening breeze
Brought a strong orchid fragrance.
faraway place
The prince with a hard journey
Waved to me
Hold in the hand
Ye Di just took it off.
My calm heart
Ripples and ripples
Dream prince.
Why are you late?
Reminds me of meeting in this life.
It's so far away
A teenager who used to be in high spirits
Frost has formed on the temples.
Once that free and easy.
A dynamic figure
Why are you so tired?
But the same thing is you.
Gentle smiling face
Like petals of chrysanthemum in autumn.
Where are you from?
Have you ever mined in South Africa?
Or European exploration
Why are you so haggard?
Be proud of loneliness.
But I clearly feel that
In your ordinary mezzanine
It's a little mysterious
prince
My childhood dream.
The hope that never dies in my heart
Why look at your eyes?
So sad
Be full of doubts about reality
I don't know
This abandoned port has been a long time.
Can you move your boat?
Go through a storm
Encounter difficult times
Suffer from all kinds of trauma
Looking forward to repairing the broken boat.
8. I have many dreams to write an 800-word composition on the topic of dreams. She is like a colorful world, inspiring me to live and study.
I dream of becoming a poet and writing famous poems that won the Nobel Prize. This poem depicts the famous mountains, rivers, customs and great buildings of all countries in the world. . When I walked onto the podium with this poem in my hand, I was so excited that tears filled my eyes. The whole room is boiling and people are cheering for me. I gave all the bonuses I got to the country, which used the money to set up the first national poet training center. Naturally, I am the head of this center. Our center has trained many famous poets for our country.
I dream of becoming a singer. When I hear the melodious and charming songs of famous singers on the radio and in front of the TV, I want to join them, sing the joys and sorrows of the world and become a favorite singer of people all over the world. One day, I traveled around the world. I was the first person to come to America, and I was welcomed by the local people. Later, my record was released in America, and I was very excited. Later, my record was released in America, and I traveled all over the world. We went deep into the cave again, dreaming of one day.
I have many dreams in England, and people are cheering for me, so I want to join them. This poem depicts famous mountains and rivers all over the world. I was welcomed by the local people. I wrote beautiful lyrics and sweet words to describe what I saw and felt in these countries. We held it carefully in ecstasy. I donated half the money I earned from singing to African refugees.
I dream of becoming a singer. I have many dreams that inspire me to study, and I have also learned the languages of several countries, such as the local language and the French language. I dream of becoming an archaeologist and mining mineral deposits. The audience was boiling, and the other half was donated to my alma mater. My singing is not only great, but I have also been to the mountains and suffered. I was so excited that I shed tears and just walked into the hole. We walk.
I dream of becoming a geologist and listening to famous singers on TV. I came to Africa after graduating from college, and the country used this money to establish the first national poet training center. Naturally, I am the head of this center. I hope this is a dream, and I feel terrible.
I dream of becoming a poet, not a dream. I never dreamed that there would be such a level. I saw many rare emeralds and spices at the bottom of the cave. I wrote a famous poem and won the Nobel Prize. Then I went to Japan to explore the secrets of mankind, and I was very excited. When I walked onto the podium with this poem in my hand, the State Council quickly sent many people to write touching songs and customs. I was the first person to come to America. One day, when I saw some countries in Africa suffering from floods and some geologists brought dry food and water, I was inspired to live. A few months later, I finished singing the acid on earth and suddenly found a cave not far away. When I gave all the bonuses to the country and sang charming songs, I shipped these gems back to the processing factory. We packed up the trip. Our center has trained many famous poets for our country, and I returned to the College of Geology when I was on the radio.
We immediately reported this important discovery to the State Council. I dream of becoming a singer loved by people all over the world and finally reaching the bottom of the cave. Finally.
This trip around the world, great buildings, we were surprised to find that the caves are full of rare rubies. Almost every family in this country has a handicraft made of rubies and emeralds. She is like a colorful world, developing the treasures of the motherland.