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Wandering in the vast ocean of words, enjoying the graceful style of poetry, I can't help but be moved by it. The beauty of ancient poetry is like dew, which nourishes the barren mind and cultivates the seeds of growth like turning stone into gold.

Sweet dew is like clear rain. "Sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently" is a trickle; "Sunrise in the east and rain in the west, but sunny on the road" is a changing cloud; "When you ask about the return date, it rains at night in the autumn pool" is a unique tone. When the weather is fine, you see, "one day I saw Chang' an flowers"; Listen, "the tube is strong and full of frost"; I thought, "I'm afraid the ship can't carry much on its mind." "The sunny days in the poem decorate the clouds in my heart, and the gentle breeze and drizzle in the poem moisten the buds in my heart. Through these words, I seem to see the blending of a flower season and a drizzle, changing the color of life. Good advice tells me, rain or shine, smile at the sky. Along the way, I saw all kinds of scenery, whether it was sunny or not, the pouring rain was also happy.

Sweet dew is like four seasons. "The riverside is as green as blue", and the beautiful spring is embedded with moving reflections; "It's full of rustic heat, and my back is basked in the sun." Hot summer days are always inseparable from the hard work of farmers; "Autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times", although autumn is bleak, there are also "I say autumn is not as good as spring"; "Like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees." Winter is wrapped in silver, condensing the aesthetic atmosphere. Immersed in a well-written poem, I saw a world different from the world of mortals and heard a seasonal hymn sung on a clever staff. They taught me between the lines that there are beautiful scenery every month and every year, and time flows beautifully.

Mana is spirit, strength and full of blood. Li Bai told me: "Since God has given talents, let them be used!"! , spin a thousand silver, all come back! " ; Xin Qiji's ambition is getting bigger and bigger. "Give up everything in the world and get fame before his death"; Tan sitong taught me lofty sentiments and ambitions. "I smile from the horizontal knife to the sky, and I will stay in two Kunlun mountains." Word for word, the floor has shaped my invisible soul into a determined appearance, and cultivated the seedlings of my personality into tall and straight trees. Manna is a kind of feeling, a kind of thought, and a kind of lingering affection for children. Li Qingzhao said that "things are endless, tears flow first", which makes people feel deeply grieved; Wen Tingyun read heartbroken Bai Pingzhou and missed where he was wandering in the end of the world. Yu Zeng said: "It is easy to ask for priceless treasures, but it is rare to have a heart." . The poet's ingenuity is engraved with delicate thoughts, profound marks, popular feelings and immortal words. Wandering in the meantime, my heart is full of praise.

No way back, the beauty is fascinating. Only exquisite ancient poetry and impeccable writing can match this shocking touch. I have been wandering for a long time, too, in this drop of dew.

Later, in my life, I used to talk to it when I was unhappy. Indirectly let me understand that there is nothing I can't face directly, and there is nothing I can't pass. I have been paying attention to the news of this prairie since I came back from my trip. The news said it was changed to a construction site, but I have never been sad. Because my heart is inspired by indelible power, a green land is enough to accommodate all my hearts. When I encounter troubles, I will be very calm, because I already know that there is nothing in my heart-as long as there is a vast green in my heart.

I can't find the green grass, but I can nourish my mind with it. That meadow is the dew in my heart, once it was, and always will be.

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What a vast grassland it is! That is the sweet spring that moistens my heart.

When traveling in Horqin Prairie, the unusual scenery passed by my eyes, which made my tired heart more numb. The car drove slowly to the unknown front until the dazzling green suddenly caught my eye-green without impurities. I froze for a second and couldn't believe my eyes. When I really looked at the green, I was already standing in front of it.

Under the sun, thousands of miles away, but not boundless. How long has it been since I stared at such a landscape? Let my heart fluctuate unexpectedly, my heart is full of enthusiasm and my blood is boiling! The grass grows long and dense, with almost no gaps. The eyeful of green moves with the breeze and looks bright and vibrant in the sun. It is this that gives me the feeling of oil painting, as if green is no longer a plant, but a person conveys a beautiful message to you in front of you.

I stood there motionless for fear of disturbing the quiet green. But gradually, I found that I didn't just appreciate it, but what I got from it. I feel that my heart is shaking and becoming as open as this piece of green, enough to accommodate everything in the world; I seem to have heard its words, "All rivers run into the sea, with great tolerance"; Suddenly I feel that nothing in this world can disturb me, because that green, like dew in my heart, opens my narrow mind and moistens my thirsty heart.

This blue-green has turned into a continuous spring rain in a trance, nourishing my newly unearthed seedlings. This gentle and lovely green turned into a small river in the illusion, which directly dripped into the cracked land, healed the wound in my heart and quickly gave birth to a new grass. This thoughtful green, like a dream, blended into the holy water of the soul, caring for my body and mind, making fatigue and unhappiness disappear and bringing me to the sunshine zone.

This endless green, are you a magician of the mind? Moisturize every cell of mine.