The first paper on different landscapes
Spring has come, the grass is green, the flowers are blooming, the river is laughing, and our children are happier.
In the suburbs, with the birds singing happily, we found spring happily. Found it, found it, spring has quietly arrived. Look, the seedlings are green and tender, one after another, like a green ocean. A spring breeze blows. Green ocean? Blue waves rippled in the lake, and the proud green of the seedlings turned into a rolling green sea.
Golden rape is square, piece by piece, like a golden hill spewing out of the ocean and a golden carpet. Butterflies are so busy that millions of butterflies are flying up and down among the flowers.
Roadside, burnt thatch, pull open its roots and have a look. Ah, what a miracle! The charred roots of thatch have sprouted fresh green buds. I can't help but marvel at the power of grass, really? Wildfire never completely devoured them, and they grew taller in the spring breeze? Ah!
On the side of the road, the grass crept out of the ground quietly, calling for the climbing vines in a hurry. Soon it was covered with ditches and ridges. From a distance, it looks like a green carpet, which is soft and loose to step on. There are also some colorful attractions! It's flowers, dandelions, Malan and morning glory. . . . . . There are some wild flowers that I have never seen before, also called unknown. They are scattered in the jasper plate like stars all over the sky. They compete with each other. Green carpet? Dress up beautifully.
In the ocean of spring, I can't help thinking that spring is a symbol of life and hope. Looking at the busy bees, I remembered that a year's plan lies in spring and a day's plan lies in the morning.
The title of the second essay is different scenery.
Without the darkness of night, who will sprinkle salt on your pain? You want to pull away quietly, but you can't.
Without the lightness of tea, who added a trace of sadness to your life? You tried to sneak away, but things got worse,
Without the bitterness of coffee, who makes you miserable? You want the fire to burn you, but there is such a ray of sunshine that fascinates you.
Without the purity of water, who sounded the alarm in your heart? In fact, you are not happy, but you should be happy anyway.
Without the disguise of snow, who scratched your heart? You want to be angry, but you have to hide it with a smile.
Without the tranquility of clouds, who will open your window and break into your dreams? You are awakened suddenly, but accept it.
You think someone will share your weaknesses. But you're wrong, son. You are not strong? Show weakness to who!
You think others see through your love. But you're wrong, son. Aren't you going to explain? Who can understand your grievances!
You think that if you smile at others, others will not be depressed. But you're wrong, son. Your power is insignificant!
You think you see all the darkness. But you're wrong, son. You have experienced too little, and your sky is too small. There is a lot of darkness!
Years are like a long river, and you are just a gravel in the years. At first, you were angular, and you were constantly impacted by the years. Gradually, you lose yourself and become smooth. You learned hypocrisy and lost integrity. Some people may become diamonds after being honed, while others will become dust. You will be sad, so what! You can't express, you can't be seen. So people think you are stupid and stupid! Treat you like a fool. If someone else sells it, they have to count the money.
In fact, everyone has scenery behind them that others can't see. It's not stupid, but I hope no one will worry about you. In fact, you are very tired, but there is nothing you can do. You should think of others. Suffer the pain and say nothing. Everyone has his own little world in his heart. It has been raining there, but no one knows. Are you an idiot who laughs, innocent smiling face or melancholy?
The title of the third essay is different scenery.
The cool autumn wind rolled up the dead leaves scattered all over the floor, then let go, let them break into pieces, and then fell in despair. The withered leaves with trembling branches were finally tempted by the wind, broke free from their mother's hands and threw themselves into the embrace of the earth. Left, always can't go back?
A person was walking quietly on an already depressed path when he suddenly smelled a bunch of laughter coming from his ear, turned his head and looked at the frolicking figure chasing by the pond. The afterglow of the sunset gave them a warm orange, just like a photo that had already yellowed. A long time ago, we used to run and laugh like that. You said you would take me to climb every mountain and explore caves one by one; You said you would take me to catch fish by the stream and take me boating. You said you would watch the sunrise and sunset with me. You said I remember everything you said, but you won't appear again, hold my hand and smile at me gently.
I still remember that day, the little brilliance shed by the sun could not drive away a little chill. You came to my house early, took my hand and said mysteriously, Let's go, I'll take you somewhere. ? Curiosity was aroused, but I didn't find that your cold hands were no longer warm. You dragged me to run and laugh on the field path, and the wind shuttled between your flying hair.
The gurgling sound of running water, the grotesque pebbles under the clear stream, the fish leisurely shuttling between the stones, the rattan falling from the mountainside like a green waterfall, and occasionally one or two clear birds singing in the valley. You smiled and said to me:? How about beautiful? You are in the sun, with a warm smile on your face, your hair blown up by the wind, and your skirt will give me the illusion that you will go with the wind the next moment. My heart suddenly tightened.
We stayed in that valley for a long time that day. You hold my hand tightly and shuttle through the valley. We climbed the tree to see the newborn birds, ran to the stream to catch small fish and looked for crickets in the grass. When the sun slowly sinks and only half of our faces are exposed, you suddenly say excitedly, look, what a beautiful sunset. We will come here to watch the sunset tomorrow. I also nodded happily and said yes. You in the afterglow didn't let me find your pale face.
That night, I overheard my mother say that you were ill. The matter is very serious. You must leave here at once. After I heard it, I hurried after it. On the road where you often drag me, all I see is the shadow of the car that has left.
As agreed, I came, and the sunset was really beautiful, so beautiful that I wanted to cry, but I couldn't, because you said you didn't like me crying. The silent valley echoed with our laughter, as if it were only yesterday. Occasionally a bird or two flies in the blue sky. Are you smiling at me on the white clouds? The wind glided through my fingertips. Do you hold my hand?
How many sights did we miss when we went to Qiu Lai in spring?
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