2. In autumn, the leaves of the old pagoda tree turn yellow. Banyan trees, golden leaves and murraya are not afraid of autumn wind at all, but they are still so green. The grass on the playground has also changed into new clothes, and students love to play on the grass.
3. Husband and wife are United and turn soil into gold.
4. Peel off the corn husk, showing golden corn kernels, full and crystal clear, like topaz.
5. In February and March, Xianyang, Gong Liu Jinzhi. Tang Libai.
6. Dreams are alarm clocks, breaking your golden dreams; Dreams are soap, washing away your selfishness. Dreams are both harvest and sacrifice.
7. If a man idles away his life, he leaves behind gold but buys nothing. Sadie.
Time can buy gold, but gold can't buy time.
9. Youth is a symbol of vigorous and positive progress, and it is the golden age of struggle. I told myself: I don't want to be an empty and mediocre person all my life. Every step I take must be steady and practical.
10. The book has its own golden house, and the book has its own Yan Ruyu.
The golden age is ahead of us, not behind us. Mark Twain?
12. It's hard to buy gold. Folk proverbs?
13. Talents are gold buried in mines, and talents are miners who dig mineral deposits.
14. The only way in the world is Huang Jingui, not asking God to buy teenagers. Yuan Haowen?
15. Wild chrysanthemums are dotted with golden yellow on the roadside fields and hillsides, dotted with the vast Yuan Ye and dotted with the blue sky like stars.
16. Pastoral is no exception. Sorghum hung down as if kissing the earth. In the wheat field, the ears of wheat are full and golden. When the wind blows, the wheat waves roll, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.
17. I took out the kumquat first. Round kumquat, with "braids" on its head, golden yellow and oval body, and some small green peas. It tastes sour and sweet, and you can spit out the core!
18. From a distance, the yellow sand shines in the sunlight, as if it had gold jewelry on it.
19. There are white marble pillars in the four corners of the room, and the surrounding walls are carved with white stone bricks. Orchids inlaid with gold bloom coquettishly among the white stones, and blue gauze curtains overflow with the wind. The brake scar stands in this ten-meter-high building, as if it were not for the killer's unique calmness, he would have fainted long ago, and two words have always appeared in his mind: luxury.