Write an 800-word composition on the topic of birds in trees.

1. The bird in the article is the topic of an 800-word composition. Birds greet the wind and rain with a pair of wings, and people stir the world with a pair of shoulders. Every time I see the birds flapping their wings in the wind and rain, I will be moved by the tragic picture. The creator is really amazing. This bird has the ability to resist wind and rain-wings, which make it constantly incite and fight for survival. Those never-ending wings are more like never back down's shoulders, the shoulders of a human being, ready to shoulder the heavy burden, whether thin or strong, silently bearing the heavy pressure between heaven and earth. Yes, people's shoulders, like birds' wings, are used to bear pressure. Natural silence on the shoulders is the potential to resist stress. The strength of the shoulder is invisible to the naked eye. The only thing that proves the potential of the shoulder is the heavy burden-the ideal and responsibility of life.

In the face of ideals and responsibilities, the shoulders silently bear without complaint, bear all the burdens between heaven and earth, and provoke heaven and earth with incredible ability. Any suffering imposed on human beings is a responsibility of human beings-love. And no human ideal can lose this responsibility-love. Without love, we can't talk about ideals and responsibilities, and it's hard to bring the potential on our shoulders into full play. Only love can bring the shoulder's potential into full play, realize a beautiful ideal and bear a mountain of responsibilities. Cong Fei, a singer who silently bears the pressure and stirs up 178 poor children with his shoulders, wrote magnificent life poems with his selfless love, supported the burden on his shoulders with his selfless love, realized the ideal of "letting children who can't afford to read take up their schoolbags to continue their studies" with his selfless love, and also told the true meaning of dedication with his selfless love. Cong Fei, his oppressed shoulders always carry heavy burdens silently. In the face of increasing pressure, he exerted the bearing potential of his shoulders to the maximum until his last breath, leaving a perfect scene for his life.

Cong Fei's shoulders embody the great spirit of mankind. His shoulders contain enough earth-shattering power. Such a pair of shoulders is the real shoulder. People have to face more than one or two difficulties and even disasters in their lives. When we face difficulties and disasters, please don't hang down your strong shoulders. You know, it's too big for our shoulders! Let's carry the spirit of Cong Fei on our shoulders, inspire the potential of our shoulders, be responsible for ourselves and others, help ourselves or others get out of many difficulties and disasters, rebuild our spiritual home, and raise our life sails again! The life with heavy responsibilities is perfect, and the life with wide horizons is spectacular. Let's shoulder to shoulder, dedicate the strength of shoulders, unite the love of shoulders and sing the life of shoulders!

2. Self-supporting composition on the topic of birds 800 words birds

Between the quiet forest and the noisy city, there is a towering tree.

Bird's nest, there are two eggs in the nest. An egg has a faint pattern, small and exquisite, very beautiful.

; The other egg, which is gray in color, is relatively large and not delicate at all.

Under the careful care of the mother bird, two birds were finally born. Birds and

The eggshell is similar, one is cute, the other is asymmetrical, and its name is Xiao Fei.

Xiaoxiang. Unfortunately, the mother bird died after naming them.

Mother bird died, and without her guidance, the two brothers had to learn to fly by themselves.

Foraging. After a while, the two brothers began to plan their future. They decided

When moving, Xiaoxiang said, "Let's live in the forest!" Xiao Fei retorted, "the forest.

No, there are too many wild animals. You have to rely on yourself in everything. It's too difficult. It is best to be in charge of the human family.

Good bird. "Then there was a" war of words ",which is still unclear. Finally, my brother Xiao Fei said.

We parted ways and met here three years later. Goodbye! "So, events?

Flying to the big forest, Xiao Fei flew into somebody else's birdcage.

Xiaoxiang is in the forest, and everything depends on herself. He learns from other birds, holding branches and bits.

Leaves, nesting. When it is cold, make a nest with your own feathers; Flying around every day to catch.

The worm grew a strong body and made many good friends. Once Xiao Xiang went out.

Catch bugs. When you are tired, rest in the tree. It happened to be seen by a snake playing in a tree, snake

I just wanted to "play" in the past, and this scene happened to be underestimated by Xiaoxiang's good friend in the opposite tree.

Yong saw it, and Xiao Yong saved him. Although life in the forest is difficult, the small items

Very happy.

And Xiao Fei, like a little emperor, "stretched out his hand and ate his mouth" all day, only

If you need to amuse your host, you will feel self-sufficient if you have millet and worms to eat and sweet water to drink.

Yes

Three years later, they all kept their promises.

Xiaoxiang flew to the tree early in the morning, waiting to reunite with her brother; Xiao Fei is waiting.

When the time is right, fly out of the birdcage. It was almost noon, and Xiao Fei took advantage of his master's absence.

Fly out of the birdcage. Xiao Fei's wings have degenerated because he hasn't flown for a long time. This is a short road.

It took him a long time to get there at night. When I got there, my brother Xiaoxiang was already waiting.

He saw his brother's strong body. Compared with his weak body, Xiao Fei felt ashamed.

My brother saw Xiao Fei's dejected look and said, "Life will always encounter many difficulties."

Difficulties and obstacles, only by working hard to overcome, can we realize the happiness of life! "Small fly suddenly.

When he realized this, he and his brother flew to the quiet forest. ...

We must remember that only by honing and tasting the ups and downs of life can people

Can get the joy and happiness of life!

The title of this article is "Birds in the Tree". The role is that at night, a father and his son are walking in the yard. My son has graduated from college and is working in other places. He finally went home. Father and son are under a big tree. The father pointed to a bird on the branch and asked, "Son, what is that?" "A crow." "What is it?" Father has been a little deaf recently. "A crow," the son replied, louder than the first time. He thinks his father didn't hear you clearly just now. "What did you say?" The father asked again. "It's a crow!" "Son, what is that?" "Dad, that's a crow. Did you hear that? It is a crow! " My son is getting a little impatient. After hearing his son's answer, the father didn't say a word. After a while, he suddenly stood up and walked slowly into the room. A few minutes later, the father sat back to his son with a yellow notebook in his hand. The son looked at his father curiously and flipped through his notebook. He didn't know it was his father's diary, which recorded his daily life. Father turned to a page 25 years ago. Then I began to read aloud: "Today, I took my good son for a walk in the yard. After we sat down, my son saw a bird parked on the branch and asked me, "Dad, what is that?"? "I told my son it was a crow. After a while, my son asked me about the bird, and I said it was a crow ... ""My son repeatedly asked the name of the bird for 25 times, and I patiently repeated it every time. I'm glad to have such an opportunity. I know my son is curious, and I hope he can remember the name of this bird ... "When my father read it. The father reached out and hugged his son tightly, with a smile on his wrinkled face. This function is to highlight that the bird in the tree is a crow.

4.22. Read the following materials and write an article of not less than 800 words. Each man is the architect of his own fate. "Heaven and earth are cruel, and everything is a running dog."

-When I was very young, I remember that adults went to temples of historical sites to bow down and pray. And my parents always took me to worship when I was young, and they also talked about my wishes. At that time, I thought that the gods who entrusted my great wishes lived on the other side of the sky, and I believed that they would hear what I said and hope to come true.

Now that I think about it, I can't help laughing. If there is a God, he must know several languages. I once saw an article "Tao Te Ching" next to Black Tiger Spring in Jinan. Maybe this is a kind of fate. I saw this sentence at a glance, "Everything in the world is a running dog", with a touch of domineering, a touch of sadness, and a touch of sadness.

Life is like a boat, and it is full of waves. Some of them can save the day, but others will also fall into despair. At this time, people always pray that God can help themselves and help themselves, but is there really a God in the world? If there is a God, then everyone's God is his own Laozi, which reveals that heaven and earth will not change, it will only operate according to its own laws. Prayer, worship and hope are useless. Life and destiny are in our own hands.

Overcome difficulties, knock down failures, and break through from despair. There are always successful people and unsuccessful people in your own destiny and at your own feet, and the reason is that a person has not paid all, tried his best, and tried his best to get that glimmer of hope and light. 65438+ 19421On October 8th, a little boy was born in Oxford, England. He is brilliant and studious. But unfortunately, at the age of 2 1, which is still full of hope, he changed into a disease and confined him to a wheelchair with only two fingers moving all over his body.

He was desperate, he complained, and he was confused. However, he was not knocked down by difficulties, nor did he have hope for the illusory love of God. Instead, he started his doomed life with his brain still functioning and two fingers still moving. He is the author of A Brief History of Time and one of the greatest scientists in the 20th century. Stephen hawking's life is unfair. No matter what your situation is, you can only go all out.

He accomplished great things that we healthy people can't do with his disabled limbs, and his research lit up the world. If God really exists, you will also admire him.

Don't give, just hope for talent, luck and God's mercy. Then you will accomplish nothing in your life, nothing.

Maxim, the "piano master", has no Mozart's talent, Beethoven's experience or even a good piano foundation, so he is unknown and just an ordinary boy. The boy began to contact the piano at the age of nine and performed publicly in the same year. What the boy pays is more than ten hours of uninterrupted practice every day.

No matter the heat, no matter the winter, even in the war, he still does not forget to practice the piano. When he paid for it, he became an idol in people's hearts. He has no proud talent, legendary experience or even a good foundation. Some just work hard, day after day, year after year. Heaven and earth are ruthless, and everything is a running dog. He took away Hawking's health. Take everything as a running dog and trample on Maxim's hometown. Treat everything as a running dog, what will he bring to people? And, how should we face it? Do you bear it silently, or pray secretly, or do your best to challenge the fate of life and become the master of your own life? There is no white success, no halo falling from the sky, no honor given by God. It is achieved by your unremitting efforts and your own efforts.

The voyage of life's misery has begun, the door of fate has been opened, and the other side of success is still far away. However, there are many dangers and disasters in the journey, and humble prayers are useless. Decadent waiting is empty, suffering will not stop and time will not stand still. We can only rely on ourselves to overcome all difficulties and reach the other side of success. Heaven and earth are ruthless, and everything is regarded as a running dog.

Everyone is the architect of his own destiny. Test analysis: This is a material composition question. When reviewing questions, you can conceive according to the meaning in the materials.

The "branches", "wings" and "disbelief" in the material are the key information. Branches can be understood as external factors such as external forces and dependence that can be utilized; Wings can be understood as internal factors such as their own efforts; Don't trust branches. It can be understood that you can't rely entirely on external forces or others to do things. You can't enjoy success. You have to work hard to succeed.

Your destiny should be in your own hands, and you should not rely too much on others. You can also play back the pipa and start from the opposite angle, for example, learn to borrow the essence of others to help you succeed; Good wind depends on strength; Cooperation can be successful and so on.

Test center: Can write expository, practical and literary articles. The ability level is to express and apply e.

A bird standing on a tree is not afraid of broken branches, because it believes in its wing ability, whether it is confidence or sailing.

Success is on the other side. We are in a small boat, our ability is oar, and confidence is sail. If a bird has mastered flying skills, but doesn't believe in its wings, it can only stay on the branches in fear for a short time. If it knows nothing about flying but trusts its wings out of thin air, it will have to break the tree, and the branches will break and die. Therefore, ability and self-confidence are indispensable elements on the road to success. Only by having both can we sail to the other side of success. There are all kinds of opportunities and challenges in our life, but successful people only occupy that small spire. I believe everyone doesn't want to be a base, and everyone has different dreams, but why can't we succeed? We have neither the oars of ability nor the sails of confidence. Everyone knows that Li Bai is a well-deserved genius, a genius in poetry, and his unique exaggeration makes his poems meaningful. But who has noticed his past? There is light in front of people, and there is bitterness behind people. Li Bai constantly inspired himself through the tempering of rural women, which made the content of the article rich. Studying hard at a cold window has made him a so-called "genius". Li Bai is a crazy genius, and it is his self-confidence that makes his poems flowing, exaggerated without losing meaning, grotesque without losing wonderful. Ability and self-confidence led him to success, and he finally won the title of "immortal poet" Whether "Immortality" is an overnight effort, the mystery may have followed him for thousands of years.

Throughout the five thousand years, there are countless deficiencies in ability and self-confidence, and the consequences are mostly mutual losses. In recent years, there have been many poisoning incidents in famous universities. As usual, students in famous universities should not lack ability, and the successful future should belong to them. Why is this happening? It is because they lack self-confidence, are full of fear and self-confidence in competition and society, and are full of escape from emotions and pressures. They think that they can't resist the invasion of society, pressure, competition and emotion, and they are not confident in themselves, so they have to poison the people around them and finally go to jail.

Therefore, we should grasp the relationship between ability and self-confidence. We should not only study hard to improve our own ability, but also adjust our mentality to be confident, raise the sails of self-confidence, put the paddles of our ability well, let the wind and rain hinder us, find the right direction, work hard and get closer to the other side of success step by step.

Hard work-wings of self-confidence

A bird standing on a tree is not afraid that its value will be broken, because it feels confident in its wings, and this confidence comes from its usual efforts to fly. If you don't practice and work hard, how can you have successful experience and confidence? I think hard work is the wing of self-confidence. You must work hard to have confidence. Jeremy Lin is the only China player who is active in the American professional basketball game. He is a person who gains self-confidence through hard work. He started playing games in high school. But it is not optimistic. He knew his weakness and made up for it. After each team training, he will add a lot by himself, which is 2 or 3 times that of others. He is not good at long-range shooting, but he asked the coach to put a shelf on the court, take the ball out at each shelf and shoot it accurately from all angles. After training, he is no longer a dispensable role. He became the starting player of the team. Entering the NBA, he still has to sit on the bench. But he trains hard and prepares for every game. In a game, the main force of the team was injured and Jeremy Lin was ordered to come off the bench. To our great surprise, this marginal person who was almost laid off by the team actually led the team to perform.

Amazing reversal, leading the team through the crisis. It can be seen that he is confident that he can succeed and soar in the sky of American professional basketball. Yes, he did. This confidence is the result of his efforts, and efforts are his wings of confidence. Rome was not built in a day. I think it is the efforts of generations of Romans to make them confident to introduce "that is our Colosseum" to tourists. People who lack self-confidence must not have tried. Because they can't find a source of confidence. Philosophy says: "Practice is the source of knowledge". Only by practicing this source hard can we realize that everyone has enough capital to make himself confident. Excuse me, is there any confident and successful person who has not achieved success through hard work? The chicken flapped its wings hard to make it confident and not afraid of the branches breaking under its feet. Isn't that what people do? Hard work is the wing of self-confidence. As long as you work hard, he can take you and your self-confidence to the sky. Hard work is directly proportional to self-confidence. The harder you work and the higher you fly, the wider the world will be. So, how high can you fly?

Please write an 800-word composition on trees for reference only.

Grow like a tree

Zhu Xudong of Fenghua Middle School in Zhejiang Province in 2008.

The old days rushed by, like a distant yellow bell.

The sun shines on the earth with the warmest and brightest gesture. Inadvertently, the trees in the yard have grown handsome and magnificent under the nourishment of time. On the wall of the yard, there are weeds and wild flowers swaying in the autumn wind. Looking up, the sky is indigo and spotless, just like a clear Shui Bo Lake in the sky. A line of egrets broke into sight from nowhere and then disappeared in the distance. As far as I can remember, this tree has never stepped out of the courtyard wall, and now it is a bit out of the wall.

Glittering brilliance, through the broken leaves on the ground, my thoughts are like aquatic plants, pulled far and long. ...

This tree was planted by my father. I volunteered to water it at that time. So, go and see if the tree has grown tall, and then water it carefully, which has become my first lesson every morning. Day after day, the sun and the moon go hand in hand, and I repeat the story of every day. Until one day, she curiously leaned out the first new leaf, yellow, soft, crystal clear and delicate, as if it would float into the sky with the breeze. Slowly, the second, third and fourth pieces grew ... until countless leaves covered the whole tree.

When dusk comes, everything seems quiet. The sun lay leisurely on the hill and slowly slid to the horizon. The mountains are as ethereal as Zen, and an inexperienced bird appears and disappears in the green, singing about life, love and every warm sunshine and gentle breeze in spring. Another bird turned on the stereo with a clear birdsong; Some birds crow and some birds scatter more happily. Intermittent notes gently drip on the green leaves, and every young leaf is washed spotless in an instant.

Rivers are flowing, years are flowing, and trees are nourished by nature, and the longer they grow, the higher they get. Simple childhood, happy time, when I haven't heard her tinkling, has quietly gone. As a result, the memory of childhood is like a vague oil painting, except for a few clear scenes, the background has become increasingly blurred.

The wind in late spring and early summer is warm, blowing on the face and having a sweet taste. However, a fallen leaf is swaying, swaying, undulating and rolling in the wind. After drawing the last beautiful arc, it completed the first and last flight of life. Then, more leaves began to fly with the wind, like a group of colorful butterflies flying in the air, and then quietly lying around the roots. In the final analysis, fallen leaves are not only human plots, but also fallen leaves, which belong to everything in nature. I know, that's the final destination of every leaf. It is said that the leaves are silent, but I clearly touched the rustling sound and shook my heart. I seemed to hear my father's cry of pain, and then grandpa lay motionless in the hospital bed. That was the first time I found out that life would die. I naively called grandpa, but he didn't move; I tried to shake him, but he was too heavy; I touched his kind face with warm hands, but he looked strangely indifferent. Death is so close to me that I grow up in an instant. From then on, I no longer snuggle up to my parents and make trouble unreasonably, no longer chase chickens and ducks raised by my grandmother, and no longer think that my relatives are my shelter and eternal protector.

Just like a fading meteor, it can only be stored as a point in memory, just like every branch of a tree is telling a story, and the pain of grandpa's departure disappears with the wind.

There are faint traces on the cut branches, like wounds healed from a long illness, alone under the hot sky in winter. The wind was blowing, the snow was floating, and the storm and lightning struck. Instead of hiding, she stood up to meet. At the age of seventeen, isn't my short life journey full of bumps, setbacks and obstacles? The river of life twists and turns, with turbulence, reefs and dangerous beaches from time to time, but no matter what she encounters ahead, she can face it tenaciously, overcome all kinds of hardships and strive to move forward.

The mountains show fresh faces in the morning light, and some clear voices murmur on the stones, and then vaguely flow into the distance. In the grass, birds sing like some transparent and naive dreams.

The trees are green again, and the green leaves have started a new round of madness. Thin branches also seem to be imbued with infinite power and expand outward.

Growing like a tree, another spring has come.

7. Ask for an 800-word high school bird narrative story.

Senior two | 800 words | narrative

A heavy rain the night before cooled the air a lot. I got up early yesterday morning and saw the crystal dew on the green grass, which made people feel much better. At this moment, some strange sounds came from the grass in front of the door, so I went to see what had happened. It turned out to be a bird flapping its young wings feebly in the grass, probably because of a strong wind and heavy rain at night, which made it leave its warm home. It was so pitiful that I picked it up and put it in. When I was eating at noon, I heard it chirping a few times. Soon, two birds flew down from the big tree in front of the door and sang in the tree. When I wasn't looking, the bird flew into the cage. Oh, so it's looking for their baby. Probably seeing the baby's pity, the mother bird flew out to catch bugs and came back to feed their baby. Soon, the bird is full, so the mother bird is in the cage.

The neighbor's children were probably curious when they saw the bird, so they went to the birdcage and wanted to touch it. The mother bird in the tree may be afraid that her baby will be hurt. The power of love made it dive regardless of the danger and grabbed the child's hand. The child burst into tears and I pulled him aside. I opened the door of the birdcage when the mother bird was not looking. I hope mother bird finds the door and takes her baby away, so I throw it away. After a while, I heard an excited cry. I thought the mother bird took the bird away. When I came out, I saw the mother bird get into the cage regardless of the danger. The child gave a cry of excitement. He closed the door of the cage and looked proudly at the two birds in the cage. With mother around, the baby won't bark. Mother bird probably realized the danger and slammed the cage hard, but her head was still broken. My persuasion assistant, Dianjia Gan Huang Dianwei Dong Lian, said that in front of the child's curiosity, he was so weak. No matter what I say, he just won't let go of those two birds. Seeing the mother's face unhappy, I said nothing. I hope he can take good care of them. But the two birds who lost their freedom refused to eat. At night, the bird lost its life. I heard the child crying this morning. It turned out that the desperate mother bird also lost her life in the dark. What a pity! I can still hear father bird's lonely cry in the tree. The power of love is so great that birds can risk their lives regardless of danger It's a pity that people can't give so little love ...

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8. Write an 800-word composition about a bird with nowhere to go. I can't write fairy tales. One day, I will go for a walk in the forest.

The sun is shining, the spring breeze is blowing and the weather is very good. I rushed out of the house like an arrow and skipped for a walk in the Woods.

The air is fresh. The pine trees and poplars on the roadside stand proudly, and the green leaves are shaded like a big green umbrella. The big umbrella rustles from time to time, as if welcoming me ... Walking, twittering, twittering, and a faint cry woke me up from my daydream. "Who's that? ? "I looked around because I was a little angry.

"Oh, what a poor little sparrow." I saw a little sparrow covered in sewage lying there whispering.

I gently picked up the sparrow, but forgot the lovely flowers and the small trees clapping for me. I cleaned up the sparrow's body first, and then gave it a lovely name "Little edamame".

I take good care of edamame every day. One day, two days, three days ... As time passed, the little edamame gradually grew into a "big edamame", and the clever little edamame quickly learned to fly.

The next day, I took edamame to the original lush and vibrant forest. But the sight in front of me made me dumbfounded. The stump on the ground is like the sad face of an abandoned baby, and the earth seems to complain to me. There are several factories not far away, and there is still smoke on the top of the factory. Sister Blue Sky's blue skirt is covered with gray smoke.

When I opened the door of the cage, I saw the little edamame standing there quietly, motionless, with crystal tears in her eyes. Holding a birdcage in my hand, I stood on this bare desert-like sand, filled with anger and helplessness, but helpless.

You can't put it in a remote place or at home ... alas, poor little edamame. On the third day, I took edamame to the animal farm by car.

I hope everyone can protect the environment, cut down less trees, care for flowers and trees, and leave a beautiful home for animals.

9. Write an 800-word essay on chicks.

The birth of a bird has the warmth of a mother, and the birth of a baby has the gestation of a mother, all of which reveal a word: love, so when I mentioned this word again, I thought of the nest keeper for the first time.

Everyone has a different life course, but I seem a little shabby. Love, in the eyes of others, is synonymous with all beauty and warmth, but when it comes to me, there is only monotonous bitterness, and all this shows her concentration and holiness, which may be the most real purpose for God to arrange her-the nest keeper to come to me!

In other people's childhood memories. What I see and get from my elders is their care and love, but what I see and get from them is almost contempt and dissatisfaction, just because we are all daughters. I have been indignant and angry: is this really the reason? But now, I no longer have the most extreme hope, just because I still have her. Even if someone refuses me and leaves me, she will never try to throw me into the wilderness, and all this stems from a most sincere emotion.

In my memory, there is not much warmth. The only thing worth remembering is the nest keeper. In the morning, she released a group of birds and watched them fly freely in the sky silently until the birds disappeared on the horizon. She turned slowly, with a nostalgic look. As night fell, she stood at the door again, stood on tiptoe and looked out anxiously until the first bird reappeared in her sight. At this time, a little satisfaction and comfort passed over his face, but he would happily welcome them into the nest.

In my impression, she has always been the master of my memory, but I am burdened with her dreams and expectations. In the meantime, the only lubricant is this love, which makes the dry heart no longer bitter, makes the withered branches and buds glow again, and makes the barren hills ripple bright green again. And she is the soil buried under my feet forever, the sunshine that gives me light and warmth and wakes up my frozen heart.

10. Write a 240-word composition on birds. Birds are free, how enviable!

In spring, birds chirp in the trees and fly carefree in the sky. They flew from the air to the field with the light steps of Miss Chun. You see, patches of rape fields are competing to open yellow flowers. Under the spring breeze, layers of Jin Lang surge, emitting a refreshing fragrance. They raised their lovely smiling faces and looked at the blue sky innocently.

In midsummer, birds are singing in the branches. They are really talented singers. Listen-what a wonderful song! There used to be a poem: the bright moon surprises the magpie, and the breeze chirps at midnight. In the fragrance of rice and flowers, there is a good harvest, and frogs can be heard. What a charming season, especially at night, when the stars are shining and birds come to the countryside, endless green fields, mountains like Dai, lush trees, streams like practice and fragrant rice bursts are good places for birds to practice their voices.

In the autumn season, golden rice fields call for the cheers of farmers' uncles. On the golden fields, there are harvest scenes everywhere: heavy ears of grain nod frequently, and full sorghum is as red as fire-birds are not only singers, but also dancers! Autumn not only brings us the joy of harvest, but also brings us the courage and strength to make progress.

In the cold winter, the north wind roared. Some birds have flown to warm places to avoid the cold, while others are still flying high.

Bird, I envy your free flight, and I want to fly like you.