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500 words 15 essay "Sunset on the Grass".

Chapter 65438 +0: Sunset Dyes Changting Ancient Road Grass.

That day, I was lucky enough to see a rally. It was a gathering of warriors on the battlefield on the eve of parting. The camera blew the assembly number, and the warriors strutted forward, either with a playful and careless face or a serious silence. Careless, is it contempt for this battle, or do you want to hide your inner anxiety on the eve of parting? Silence, do you want to treat the years that are about to become history calmly? I don't know, maybe it's all beyond my imagination. All this belongs to them only, and I'm just a spectator. One, two, three, their expressions gradually unified with the countdown. "Eggplant", click,,. The only happiness of photography lies in the acquisition of time. If beauty only exists for one second, what photographer observes beauty for two seconds, and then, click. Instantly solidified beauty enters the photo and stays in this world, which has passed away for a long time. I also picked up my cell phone and secretly followed the photographer to take some pictures of them.

Click, click, click, okay. The neat formation was disrupted by a "wow", and they returned to the camp and continued to bury themselves in the sea of books. It suddenly occurred to me that if it suddenly began to rain cats and dogs, they would go hand in hand to get caught in the rain, scream in twos and threes until they were soaked and exhausted, then look at each other in the rain, silently wait for the rain to stop, and return to the camp with a smile after the rain? Maybe. In the rain, let the tears flow without fear of being seen by you. Rain can always dilute the traces of tears overflowing from eyes and cheeks until they disappear. Unfortunately, it didn't rain. Do you know the rain that day? June hasn't arrived yet, so it didn't rain, so as not to disturb them, because there is too little time.

Suddenly I want to add a note to their lost days called youth, and a classic word comes to mind: ten years of cold window. But I don't want to use it, because it's too bitter and lonely, and I can only hide those beautiful memories like dreams. The day when friends help, it should be March blue, grass grows and warblers fly. Not alone in the cold window, there are three people in the book. Thinking about it, I only found three years of intense heat, but I was helpless to add their days in Shushan, asking about the sea and accompanying them.

We have been to many places. That's called desks and chairs, platforms, classrooms and campuses.

There are many things that we have experienced and forgotten. That's called sadness, loss, happiness and moving.

We had many, many friends, but we forgot that experience. That's called deskmate, brother, best friend and confidant.

I've never felt that way before. The years come gently, we quietly reach out and catch them, and then carefully preserve them. Wait until a stormy night and get drunk quietly.

-800 words

Chapter 2: "Why don't Mongolians and China people love each other? The world is greener and the sun is setting "(continued).

In the setting sun, the flowers turn golden, the grass turns golden, the horse turns golden, and the sheep turns golden. We stood on the grassland and bid farewell to our Mongolian compatriots.

At the invitation of Mongolian compatriots, we drank farewell wine. After that, we boarded the farewell bus, they waved to us, and we waved to them. The car started, and many people rode their best horses and followed closely behind the car. The cows, sheep and horses next to them somehow came running and ran with the car. The white clouds in the sky somehow covered the sky, leaving only the afterglow of the sunset. The sun is gradually setting, but the Mongolian compatriots still refuse to leave, saying that they will send us out of the grassland. "Thank you, thank you!" I said silently in my mind.

The sun went down, the grassland in the moonlight turned silvery white, and the yurt turned white. In the distance, Mongolian compatriots are still standing outside the yurt and waving to us. Out of the grassland, those Mongolian compatriots who saw us off did not forget to say goodbye to us. I wish us a happy journey! The Mongolians are really "why can't you bear to say goodbye to Mongolians?"

Mongolian and Han people are like a big family. Even if we are separated, we can still be together. No matter when and where, as long as the heart is still together, even the ends of the earth will always come back together.

The grass in the sea is growing, so why should it wither?

Sunset in the sand window is fading, and no one in the golden house sees tears.

Grade 6 of Liangfeng Primary School in Zhangjiagang City, Jiangsu Province: Zhu Yuchang

-500 words

Article 3: smell the fragrance of the sun.

In the quiet afternoon, the golden sunshine walks gently around me through the pale green curtains with a warm breath, fresh and soft. Smelling the fragrance of the sun, my mind is always rippling, echoing this picture:

After repeated examination, chemotherapy, blood transfusion and intravenous drip, even though she was tortured by pain, she still comforted her relatives with gentle eyes, so that they were no longer worried and sad.

Lonely night came, and she stubbornly took away all her relatives. She didn't want them to die with her. Sweat came out from his forehead, tightly pulling the thin quilt, and fighting to the death.

Chemotherapy made her lose beautiful hair. In order to appease the hearts of relatives and friends, she talked about the benefits and advantages of hairlessness, coolness and convenience, and so on. However, behind her, she is eagerly looking forward to the day when her hair will regenerate and reappear healthily. . . . . .

The door of the atrium trembled and opened. Love-a shield against sadness, supports her desperate struggle with death; Persistent efforts carry her dream of life.

My heartstring was thus plucked. I want to live hard for myself. Because "life does not stop, hope does not go out." I no longer cherish the memory of the past, and I am no longer addicted to the past. I want to fight for a better tomorrow.

Bi Shumin once said; "People may have no love, no freedom, no health and no money, but we must be in the mood." Yes, where there is sunshine, there is my smile. Smelling the fragrance of the sun, I am intoxicated in my own world, leaving behind my past setbacks and filling my heart with longing. I will welcome a better tomorrow.

-500 words

Chapter four: There are fewer willows blowing on the branches, and there are more fragrant grass in the end of the world.

The autumn wind seems to blow away many tears overnight and fall like rain. How many grievances are drowned in the heart and rotted, and the unpleasantness that I don't remember is probably erased by the years. What I have worked hard has become what I can't do today. Although the moon and the lamp are still there, people are already crying. The wounded heart wants to get some air, otherwise it will really be paralyzed. I often close my eyes and think I can't see clearly, but even the color of the sky has changed, I can detect it. What the clouds can't hide is the moon's desire to escape to the branches. If I want to lose consciousness and intelligence, I don't have to see through people step by step. If life is still like at first sight, if our hearts don't go with the flow, will it be naive for a long time? Flowers will eventually be damaged, but you are willing to distinguish a red paper flower from a really delicate flower.

Dress yourself up so that you won't be dazzled and lost in the crowd. Don't wander in the air, thinking about why you are floating. Hide your soul, don't be defiled, and learn to be a one-man show in troubled times. I believe that when things are things, people don't do everything and turn things into stories. Stand firm is the shield of life, don't let tears appear on me, and don't look for scenery in the crowd, because the most beautiful is in my heart. Despite the scale injury, you have to understand that there are plenty of fish in the sea, because as the saying goes, "When God closes the door for you, he will leave you a window". That window overlooking the world is not for nothing. There is no such thing as a good dinner, let alone a free lunch.

You gain something, you lose something.

Grade 3, enping city Nianle Girls' School, Jiangmen, Guangdong: Pan.

-500 words

Chapter 5: Sunset

The first time I heard "The Ancient Spy Sunset", a magnificent picture of the sunset and the towering ancient walls appeared in my mind. However, although the "ancient sunset" of the West Lake was built on the old site of the ancient city wall, it gives people a kind of cordial and comfortable feeling everywhere in terms of color and structure.

The ancient spy sunset is located in the northeast corner of West Lake, behind the West Lake Museum. When I came to the front door, I only felt as if I was in front of grandma's old house, and I felt more cordial. It turns out that the design of this door absorbed the characteristics of Fuzhou folk houses. Gray doorposts and tiles, a wall composed of a big white square and a small red square pattern, and a crimson gatehouse ... all kinds of colors cooperate with each other, which is so kind and simple. There is a plaque hanging above the door, and the book has the words "ancient earth setting sun", which is powerful.

Walking into the gatehouse is a screen door-this is also a major feature of Fuzhou folk houses. There is a hexagonal flower window on the door. You can see the leopard in the pipe. From here, the scenery in the garden is like a landscape painting embedded in the wall. This increases the layering of the scene.

Go north and you will come to a platform. In the center of the platform is a fountain named "Flower Pool" because there are flowers all year round in Chi Pan. There are four ceramic carp in the pool, which can spray water, and the water column is as high as four meters. To the north of the platform is an antique teahouse. The window of the teahouse absorbs the style of Suzhou gardens, and the pattern design and carving are superior to arts and crafts. On the other hand, the door is made of brown glass. Everything is so harmonious. Tourists feel extremely comfortable and comfortable in the relaxed singing.

Walking down the platform to the south, I came to the back of the screen door, and a pool of clear water reflected people's eyes. There is a rockery in the pool, and the sound of J flowing on the mountain is endless, which is very beautiful.

Further south from here, you will reach the center of the whole scenic spot. A low battlement stands, and four gold-plated characters are engraved on the white wall: "Ancient city battlements in the sunset". Under a lake, several rockeries dot Shi Lian, and the ancient trees on the shore are lush. All this constitutes a picture of peace. However, the designer's intention seems to be more than that. The blue waves rippled in the lake, and the reflection of the scenery on the shore also rippled with the waves. The sunlight reflected the * * * wave on the wall, and a silvery white "wave" was set up on the wall. All these scenes are moving silently, moving silently, and cooperating so harmoniously.

After crossing a three-way bridge, you come to the southernmost tip of the scenic spot-hexagonal pavilion. The pavilion is still simple and quiet, with no painted red beams and columns, only six dark red beams and columns; There are no colorful algae wells, only a big hexagon with a small hexagon, which is composed of layers of patterns; Outside the pavilion, the green tree mother-in-law tourists here only feel quiet everywhere and can't bear to walk out of the hexagonal pavilion loudly. After a colorful gravel road, they walked out of the "ancient setting sun" from a side door.

This is really "Penglai is nowhere to be found, and the sunset is alive."

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Chapter six: A short essay inclined for grass.

First, in the spring breeze, buy a mirror and dance lightly.

At dawn, a ray of light rushed into the window gap. One turned over and pulled out a string of birdsong.

Without a hammer, snow and cold have been picked up by the spring breeze. In the warm sunshine, fresh life is gestating one by one: buy a mirror-look at yourself clearly.

Unload the burden of the soul, walk in the spring breeze, hold the mirror, let the light in the mirror penetrate poverty and desolation, accumulate wisdom and dreams, and make the mood transparent and bright. This is a desire full of songs.

Can't stand the temptation of poetry, buy a mirror and reflect colorful colors; Pluck the strings and slide the provocative melody; The short oblique paper composes the movement of life-

Let the spring breeze brush your cheeks, hold a picture scroll in your hand, and buy yourself a mirror, so that you can get peace of mind from "a gentleman is poor, know life" and your soul can be sublimated from "a greedy spring refreshes you, while a dry one makes you feel happy". Feel free to release that detachment and freedom, publicize the wildness and atmosphere in your bones, and always tell yourself: cry when you should, and laugh when you should.

In the spring breeze, I bought a mirror and danced lightly.

Second, on a moonlit night, buy a mirror and collect it quietly.

In the blurred starry sky and deep blue sky, a golden boat hangs quietly wandering among the clouds, and the moonlight flows quietly, wrapped in a hint of coolness like China silver, paving the way for gentleness.

Standing silently on the earth, looking up at the deep sky, buying a mirror from the bright moon, reflecting your own figure, listening to the wind blowing from the end of the years, with vicissitudes of sadness and ups and downs, time suddenly passed. Counting the memories like flying beads and splashing jade, telling the gratitude for life.

Buy a mirror, let the ebb and flow of the tide collide with the dam of life, and let the raging waves rush out of the rhythm of the years. The lonely boat of life wanders alone, and it has been passing through the cold window for several years ... Looking back suddenly, in that stormy day, I always buy a mirror from this beautiful moonlight, reflecting the figure of burning lights in the middle of the night, reflecting the deep wrinkles on the teacher's forehead. Buy a mirror so that I can look at it as meat when I am hungry, as fur when I am cold, as a friend when I am lonely, and as a stone harp when I am sad.

Facing the moonlight, buy a mirror, hold a light in your hand and touch your skin like jelly. I suddenly understood that the essence of this night decorated with thick black is so lovely! With this mirror, you won't let yourself be absent-minded and feel dejected ... On the contrary, you will experience the charm of "moonlight in the pine forest and crystal stone in the stream" and find the ethereal spirit of "cicada makes the forest quieter and Tonamiyama more secluded".

On a moonlit night, I bought a mirror and kept it quietly.

In the spring breeze, moonlit night, short paper sideways to do grass, buy a mirror, the mood gradually clear. ...

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Chapter 7: A short essay inclined for the grass.

I love the wind in the north, raising the dust of history and being proud; I love myself. I stand out from all the green leaves and leave a lasting fragrance. I just love the elegant women who walk out of the quiet streams like water in the south of the Yangtze River, and the melodious and delicate voices in the bangbang minor.

It is always said that in the turbulent river, the vitality of continuous progress makes everything struggle and pursue further. It is true that life is an unstoppable torrent for this world. If you don't want to be slapped on the shore by crowded waves, you must muster up all your strength and strive for heights until you finally see the end and dissolve into boundless blue. However, if the end you see is the end, after some fighting, it will eventually become a calm sea. The calm ocean like Walden Lake is not as clear and transparent as the lake, which can better reflect a pure heart.

In this eager search, as a runner, have you missed the tranquility that the decider can feel?

Not everyone has a pair of healthy legs comparable to a leopard, not every dream is waiting to be chased in the distance, and not every time I try my best to run, it is a sweet pool.

Looking at a poet from a distance, standing on the height of the mountain, he whispered, "A misty rain will last a lifetime." Smile, brush away your reputation, stand still, watch Jiangdong flow and drink a bottle of sake. I prefer to believe that he is a decider rather than a frustrated person.

Wandering at the head of the river, I saw the bright moon rising and applauded generously: "The moon rises above the East Mountain and lingers among bullfights." Missing hurts the body, except for the depression of official career, just because Perilla has a heart standing outside, and she is not afraid of where the rushing flood will take her, just asking for the cool breeze and bright moon to exist in her heart forever. Only by observing the changes of everything and standing in the same place can we envy heaven and earth and invite Fei Xian to travel with us, which is extremely infinite in the universe.

This is the observation of perilla, observing everything without desire or desire. Even if the world changes in an instant, he can still clap his hands, take fishing and shrimp as friends and elk as friends, and fly away.

When you are not fit for running, why not stand aside and applaud happily?

As the ancients said, you can be as strong as you want. When time is stagnant, it can be seen that people who pursue and sweat all the way miss it. The fantasy and beauty of the sunset stars have lost the affection of the wild birds flying south and the childlike heart of the newborn baby. Compared with loss, the prosperity of longing is just a little joy, while those who have no desire often seek the magnificent jigsaw puzzle of life in admiration and complete a beautiful picture.

When I walked through the south of the Yangtze River, it was a deep silence of misty rain, which infiltrated the quiet flowing water of this painting. I grew up from the ordinary, not pursuing the brilliance that flashed in the distance.

But please be as idle as a grass by the green pond, crawl on the earth, listen to the songs of fish and birds, and applaud the faces of flowers with joy.

Senior one: Cheng Chao

-800 words

Chapter 8: To the sunset.

Tired of boredom

I noticed you.

Bright red but not dazzling

A nearly perfect curve

be full of hopes

lifting

North, south, west, east.

Oh, this is the east and that is the west.

etc

Such a warm curve

The other side of the sky is deja vu.

Said I was a careless person.

How to distinguish

Finally understand in a flash.

Newborn or Nirvana?

Are equally beautiful.

Although in different directions

But they all achieved the same goal.

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Article 9: Afterglow of sunset

who is it? It is dancing happily. Oh, it's you, sunset. I know only you can calm me down and think. That once charming, no longer reappear. That once dream no longer beats. Snuggle up on this poplar tree and watch the golden dance between the windows. Watch the tide rise and fall, and listen to the grass grow and the warblers fly. Is it the legend of thousands of years reappearing, telling those desolations? Are you moved? Despite the world of mortals, my heart is still sad. I can't hear the ups and downs of pine trees, but I'm tired of the noise. Let yourself give your heart a holiday, no longer consider, no longer brew, no longer let endless loneliness create chaos. The rest is only for yourself to appreciate. You can't learn that kind of laughter. Why not taste it alone? No longer brilliant. Who is it, crying softly? Oh, sunset. Only you can read the endless silence. Without the bright smile of the sun. Without the quietness and tenderness of moonlight. But you are still beautiful. The sunset has slowly set, just like the fallen leaves in autumn, but it has returned to its roots.

Pingchang No.2 Middle School: Xia Metaphysics

-500 words

Chapter 10: Long-distance sunset

Childhood fades quietly, young flowers fall gently, and children cry gently. The night was so quiet that it was hard to precipitate, so I had to cover my body with a emerald coat, let my hair condense on my forehead and sleep close to my head.

As the days passed, I walked in the light rain in March, holding a folding umbrella, bowed my head thoughtfully, and let the rain flow down from the top of the umbrella and drop by drop on the ground.

Under the sky in the plain in the distance, the sunset goes along the road west. But in Yin Hui, people walk alone with the sun, and their hearts are full of comfortable leisure, and there is a lonely awakening that is difficult to inherit.

Listening to her, the sunset is a symbol of the tranquility of the years, so I learned to walk alone in the sunset. I learned to walk alone in the sunset and experience peace and sadness alone.

When everything really disappears, we will travel in the sunset, or together or alone, and there will always be a sense of tranquility and distance. But ask Cang Sang about the world, and then focus on literature and eternal dreams.

At this time, listening to music, walking in the sunset, recalling the past years, long-lost dreams turned into sad tears, but the road to travel can continue to extend like the old years, without end.

Go far in the sunset, step all over the place where the sunset can shine, and get drunk in the sunny place. Let a little dream come to you. Capitalized years are long gone, stand up and keep walking!

-350 words

Chapter 65438: Eternal Sunset

Rise from the mountain and be angry with the world,

Bad times never die.

I can't help it if I don't die,

I'm afraid of what I can do.

Sad songs sounded, a touch of sunset glow reflected the sky, and the soft light was like concubine's gentle eyes.

However, this moonlight will never appear in front of your eyes again. The beauty in her arms closed her eyes, no breathing, no heartbeat, so cold.

As cold as your heart.

The breeze has blown, and perhaps the soul of concubine Yu has dissipated with the wind. In the Han camp in the distance, sad songs are constantly sung.

That's the music of the Chu people. Only your soldiers can sing those songs.

Maybe they are calling you to save them, but you have less than 1000 soldiers left.

Although winning or losing is a common occurrence in military strategists, you have vaguely felt the feeling of despair.

How many soldiers were killed or injured and how many were captured in this battle? The captured soldiers are singing sad songs in the Han camp, and God knows if they will see the sunrise tomorrow morning.

Alas, isn't it, Xiao Sun, your burial place?

No, even if you die, you can't die at the hands of the enemy; Even if you die, you must fight for the only soldier left under your command.

They are willing to give their lives for you, and the only reward you can give them is to let them go back alive.

You are less than 30 years old, you have been in the army for eight years, and you have experienced more than 70 wars. Before you became the world hegemon, you never failed once.

Being surrounded here today is the day to let you perish?

No, even if it is God's will, we should bravely fight against heaven. Even if we fall into hell, let the soldiers go back safely.

However, thousands of soldiers have died by the sword.

Tears soaked your eyes.

No, it's not tears, it's blood in my heart.

You make up your mind, even if you bleed, even if you die, don't be trapped in a cage like a caged animal. Die, also want to rush out!

You went to Wuyishan and rushed out of the camp. Moonlight pours into the sky, just like the eyes of a beautiful concubine in the past.

However, this look can only make you remember it forever.

Those Han soldiers followed quickly, cutting again and again, as if cutting your heart. Their ruthless knives took away most of your soldiers, leaving you only the last 100 soldiers.

You look up to the sky and sigh, Chu overlord. Have you ever been so embarrassed?

I will die! If you fight against the sky, you will only lose miserably forever!

Think like this, and you're lost. Passers-by don't even want to show you the way, but take you around the swamp.

When I knew the way clearly, Han Bing came after me again. Now there are only twenty-eight brothers around you who used to be tens of thousands.

The Wujiang River is ahead, which is the Wujiang Pavilion. Tingchang asked you to cross the Wujiang River and become the overlord again, but you refused.

"Xiang Yu incompetent, lose, how know yan see jiangdong elder?

"Maybe you can only apologize if you are dead!"

You gave the five mountains that followed you for many years to the director of the pavilion. In the face of the dark Han army, you resolutely led the last 28 soldiers and pulled out the nod.

Watching your soldiers fall one by one, you are numb to this war. No, it's pure killing. The numb arm mechanically waved a knife flower and inserted it into the enemy's chest.

But, what's the use? His death was only a short delay.

Suddenly, a familiar face among the generals of the Han army came into your bloodstained eyes. That's your hometown, Lv Matong.

He didn't dare to look at you, pointing to you at a distance and saying, this is the overlord of Chu, Xiang Yu.

Hearing this, you smiled indifferently.

How can a defeated soldier be king? The so-called overlord of Chu is just a hollow name.

Looking at the raging river and the bodies of the last 28 soldiers by the river, you suddenly feel unprecedented relief.

It's just a pity that the promise to the soldiers didn't come true, but they still gave their lives for themselves.

You look up at the sky and smile: "Since Hanwang rewarded me with 1000 yuan and Wan Huhou, please do me a favor!"

You decisively wield a knife!

The cold knife in your hand touches your equally cold and bloody neck.

Rise from the mountain and be angry with the world,

Bad times never die.

I can't help it if I don't die,

I'm afraid of what I can do.

Sad songs sounded, a touch of sunset glow reflected the sky, and the soft light was like concubine's gentle eyes.

Facing this gaze, your soul is drifting away in the long river of history.

Behind him is the eternal sunset.

Grade 2 of Taian Experimental School: * * *

-1200 words

Chapter 12: oblique wildflowers

On the mountain, the breeze. The mountains are shaking.

Although wild flowers are lonely on the hill, they have their own position; Although the wild flower was lonely on the mountain, he didn't complain about anyone; Although wild flowers are lonely on the mountain, they add unique colors to the single mountain.

Wildflowers have only five small petals, but they are still so colorful. Small pink petals are as beautiful as the face of a small flower.

Small flowers can germinate, take root, shed leaves and bloom in such a difficult life. It's not easy. When he grew up, he experienced storms. But after the rain cleared, he remained strong, showing a beautiful and sweet smile, but did not shed a tear. How strong he is!

Where does Xiaohua stand still? How many difficulties have you overcome in loving him? Isn't it the same after he broke out of the ground? He looked at the world alone, but he was just a little flower. Why has anyone found him? Maybe he didn't want anyone to find him. He just wants to melt himself slowly and doesn't want anyone to take him off. He just silently makes a smaller contribution to the world than trivial, and never asks for anything in return.

If one day it is full of plants and many people come here to play, why care about a small wild flower? But it doesn't care, it just adds color to the group. Maybe someone accidentally stepped on a small wild flower. Did he complain about the people who stepped on him?

The golden stamens are particularly dazzling in the sun, leaving only the golden light in our eyes!

Among the famous flowers in the group, has he ever had a "beauty and ugliness" with them? Beauty doesn't necessarily have golden stamens, but sometimes what about golden stamens that don't look beautiful!

Sixth grade of Qiyi Road Primary School in Tongchuan, Shaanxi: Peng Jing

-600 words

Chapter 13: In the field, a touch of sunset.

The afterglow of the sunset filled the ancient reed lake with trembling. As long as the oblique wind blows, the reed ear will leave the mother body and flutter with the wind.

I walked on the ridge at dusk against the slight cold night breeze blowing slowly. Watching the golden sunset fall on the earth, on me and on piles of wheat grains. ...

The sun is about to set, and all this is so harmonious, as if preparing for the upcoming lonely night. I sat next to a scarecrow and watched the sun set and the geese returned. So comfortable. Life! Life! Maybe this is life.

This kind of ebb and flow is the ups and downs of life. Makes me think this is life. In the yellow leaves everywhere, the life of migratory birds in autumn dusk continues. The afterglow of the setting sun is scattered all over the sky, shining with golden ears of wheat, looming. Small seeds flow into the long river of my life.

The sunset in the field injected new hope into life. The sun is setting slowly, the evening breeze is blowing on my face, staring at the afterglow of distant mountains, I seem to feel the hottest energy in my life, perhaps it has been deeply imprinted in our memory. This brilliance is your greatest support. I know that there is a smell of harvest between heaven and earth, which is the continuation of your life. Knock on the door of life and let the green of life have a long history in the long river of time.

Like a drizzle falling on my heart, it feels so mysterious. You use your fiery passion and fiery heart to interpret the eternal life. Disappearing means a new beginning, just like a drop of water rippling in water waves. Oh! That's you singing life!

Autumn wind means the end of cicada's life. Persistent waiting, just for a season of singing. After midsummer, the "spring" in cicada's life is over. This can't help but sigh how persistent this heart is! When we think of the color of autumn wind, we can still hear the songs of life in our ears. Summer has passed, but hope has been sown.

Life is only once, how precious and short. There is no light on the reed river, but you can still touch its temperature when you reach out. Yellow leaves have stood the test of time. This is still a vast world. In the cycle of life, it is good to live well, that is the greatest praise for life.

The night is deep, all is silent, and the silver moon sheds bright moonlight.

Tomorrow, the sunset will remain the same. ...