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Girls like roses, old people like autumn chrysanthemums, literati appreciate lotus flowers, and the poor appreciate wintersweet ... flowers are the spring scenery of the world, and flowers are the warmth of the world. Lying in the ward, friends send a bunch of flowers, and you will feel the breath of spring; Sing a song on the stage at the party, and the children will present a bunch of flowers to make you more excited. People are lonely in the journey, and a flower on the roadside nods to you, which will drive away your inner loneliness; An old man sitting alone at dusk and a pot of daisies blooming on the windowsill will bring you surprises in life. ...

The five colors are enchanting and charming, just the image of flowers. "Falling mud and grinding dust, but the fragrance remains unchanged" is the spirit of flowers. Reading Mao Mu's novels, I have read such a love story: Sandy, an old man who grows flowers? Barrett was about to answer his son's question about how to be a man, but he found his son stepping on a pot of roses. The old man said, "You trampled the rose, but the rose left a fragrance on your feet!" " My son blushed as if he had realized something. The old man waved and said, "Go ahead and open a flower for others!" " "

"Open a flower for others" has become the motto of a generation of young people in Britain.

It is human nature to appreciate beauty. As long as people are not distorted and their feelings are not alienated, they will smile at flowers. There was a young man in the neighbor's house who went to a bicycle repair shop as an apprentice after failing the college entrance examination. Someone gave a bicycle with a flat tire. After the young man earnestly mended the tire, he had no work at hand. He could have sat down to smoke a cigarette or chatted with his colleagues, but he oiled all the parts of the bicycle and wiped all the rust spots on the rim and frame. It was as good as new, and other apprentices laughed at him for reinventing the wheel. Later, the day after the owner took the bike away, the young man was dug up to work in the owner's company. It turns out that "opening a flower for others" is as simple as that.

A biology teacher in a middle school was stumped by a student's question in class. She remembered that the student's grandfather was a famous biology professor in the university! So he said, "Ask your grandfather this question, and he will know it." The student went home and told his grandfather. Grandpa wrote a letter to his grandson's teacher without saying a word. The letter gave a detailed answer and said, "You are the child's teacher, so you should answer questions in class. Don't make my letter public. " After reading the letter, the biology teacher was full of respect and gratitude, and remembered the virtue of the professor all his life.

A scholar said: Let your life bloom for others, let your heart shine for others, add a ray of warmth, add a reason to live, and have more courage to climb up, that is, improve your quality of life ... "The heart that can bloom for others is kind, and the colorful praise for others is sincere. Those who can pay for the glory of others' lives are all unusual people. Such people must have noble spirit, noble spirit. Such people are the banner of people's hearts, the backbone of the world and the soul of people. "

When I finished reading this beautiful article, a sentence flashed through my mind-"treat yourself as others, treat others as yourself." I have forgotten who told me, but I think this sentence is the theme of this article. Only with a heart that knows how to give can we get a complete life. It may be an inequality to pay for your receipt, but I believe the truth will sink one end of the scale.

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This beautiful article leads to a series of short stories with the clue of "opening a flower for others". Let readers deeply understand that the heart that can bloom for others is a kind heart, the feeling that can praise for others is a sincere feeling, and the person who can pay for the gorgeous life of others is an extraordinary person.

Zhu Ziqing's Prose Spring

Looking forward to, looking forward to, the east wind is coming, and the pace of spring is approaching.

Everything looked like I had just woken up, and I opened my eyes with joy. The mountains moistened, the water rose and the sun blushed.

The tender green grass crawled out of the ground. In the garden and in the field, look, there are many such trees. Sit, lie down, roll twice, kick a few balls, run a few laps, grab a few laps. The wind is quiet and the grass is soft.

Peach trees, apricot trees and pear trees, you won't let me, and I won't let you. They are all full of flowers. Red is like fire, pink is like chardonnay and white is like snow. Flowers are sweet; When I closed my eyes, the tree seemed to be covered with peaches, Xinger and pears. Hundreds of bees are buzzing under the flowers, and butterflies of different sizes are flying around. Wildflowers are everywhere: miscellaneous, named and unnamed, scattered in the grass like stars, still blinking.

"Blow your face and chill the breeze" is good, like a mother's hand touching you. There is a smell of newly dug soil in the wind, mixed with the smell of grass and various flowers, all brewing in the slightly humid air. Birds nest in flowers and leaves. They are very happy. Call friends to show off her crisp voice and sing tactfully, which is in harmony with the cool breeze and flowing water. The shepherd boy's piccolo on the cow's back rang all day at this time.

Rain is the most common and lasts for three or two days. Don't be upset. You see, like cow hair, like a flower needle, like a filament, densely woven diagonally, and there is a thin layer of smoke on the roof. The leaves are bright green, and the grass is green enough to stare at your eyes. At night, the lights turned on, and a little dim light set off a quiet and peaceful night. In the countryside, on the path and by the stone bridge, some people are walking slowly with umbrellas, and some farmers are working in the fields, wearing wrinkled hats. Their houses are scattered and silent in the rain.

There are more kites in the sky and more children on the ground. Every family in urban and rural areas, old and young, came out one by one. Relax, be full of energy and do your own thing. "A year's plan lies in spring", which has just begun, some are kung fu and some are hope.

Spring is like a newborn doll. It's new from head to toe and still growing.

Spring is like a little girl, dressed up and walking with a smile.

Spring is like a strong young man with iron arms and legs, leading us forward.

Appreciation: The description of spring is delicate and emotional. Looking forward to spring is the beginning of the article. The author wrote: "Looking forward to, looking forward to, the east wind is coming, and the pace of spring is coming soon." Putting the two "expectations" together shows how eager we are to look forward to the arrival of spring. The east wind is coming, reporting the news of spring. Listen, the pace of spring is near. In just a dozen words, the author's serious and joyful mood is fully expressed.

The author carefully observed the mountains, water and sun in early spring. "The mountains are moist", which means that the snow is melting, the spring is bright, and the tender grass is green, which is particularly refreshing and moist. The blush of the sun personifies the sun, which not only shows the warmth of spring, but also captures the characteristics of spring and shows the inner charm of spring. To write about the mountains, water and sun in early spring is to start from a big point and outline a general outline for the following detailed description. In the following, the author describes the scene of spring from the aspects of spring grass, spring flowers, spring breeze, spring rain and people in spring.

The grass crept out of the soil, tender and green ... the wind was quiet and the grass was soft. How vividly the word "drill" is used; How do "tender, green" and "soft grass" write the characteristics of early spring grass succinctly and richly.

Flowers are more beautiful in spring. How enthusiastic the flowers are: "Peach trees, apricot trees and pear trees are full of flowers to chase, and you won't let me or I won't let you"; How beautiful the color of the flowers is: "red as fire, pink as chardonnay, white as snow"; How pleasant the taste of that flower is: "There is sweetness in the flower; When I closed my eyes, the tree seemed to be covered with peaches, Xinger and pears. Hundreds of bees are buzzing under the flowers, and butterflies of different sizes are flying around. " There are wild flowers, "scattered in the grass, like eyes, like stars, still flashing."

"The shadow of the ancient wood is short, and the stick helps me cross the bridge east. The clothes are wet with apricot flowers and rain, and the blowing surface is not cold. " When spring shines on the earth, the willows spit out new green, and the breeze gently blows on people's faces, which is warm and soft, making people feel no chill. The author describes the spring breeze with "blowing the face without cold breeze", and then captures a vivid and intimate metaphor "touching you like a mother's hand" to describe the charm of the spring breeze. Then, the author wrote the taste of spring breeze with extremely delicate brushstrokes: "The wind brings some newly turned earthy smells, mixed with the smell of grass, and various floral scents, all brewing in the slightly moist air." Finally, write down the music of the spring breeze-the dancing songs of birds and the piccolo of a shepherd boy riding on the back of a cow. "The scenery that is difficult to write is like now", and the author wrote the spring breeze that is difficult to write through with vivid pen and ink.

When the author was writing about the spring rain, he first wrote about the characteristics of the spring rain: "Like ox hair, like a needle, like a filament, it is densely woven diagonally, and there is a thin layer of smoke on the roof." Then write the scenery in the rain, and paint a quiet and beautiful picture of ink and spring rain.

Spring is like this. What are people like in spring? Spring has come, "every family in the city and countryside, old and young, has come out one by one." Relax your muscles and bones, be full of energy, and do your job. Write down those who have been "dormant" for a winter and welcome the happiness brought by warm weather. People are full of hope because "a year's plan lies in spring", and they have just started, so they have plenty of time and hope.

At the end of spring, the author always uses three metaphors to describe spring. Spring is new, and it has strong vitality: "Spring is like a newborn doll, new from head to toe, and it is growing." Spring is beautiful and lively: "Spring is like a little girl, dressed beautifully and walking with a smile." Spring is strong: "Spring is like a strong young man with iron arms and legs, leading us forward." From the newborn doll to the little girl and then to the youth, the order described in this paper is also intriguing, and different scenes at different times are written.

The structure of Spring is rigorous and exquisite. The author always writes spring first, then describes it in detail in several aspects, and finally writes it in order to wrap up the full text and make the finishing point. The article begins with "the footsteps are near" and ends with "leading us forward", beginning with personification and ending with personification. Its conceptual layout and rhetorical embellishment are quite ingenious. As for the fresh, simple and meaningful language of Beauty and Elegance, people can feel the feeling of "extremely positive and mellow taste".

Bing Xin's prose smile

The rain gradually died down, and clear light came in from behind the curtains. Open the window and have a look, ah! The clouds are gone, and the residual water droplets on the leaves reflect the moon, flashing and moving like a thousand fluorescent spots. -I didn't expect such a beautiful picture after the bitter rain!

Standing in front of the window for a while, I felt a little cold. When I turned around, I was dazzled, and everything else in the room was hidden in the light cloud; The faint light is only immersed in the angels in the paintings on the wall. -angels in white, holding flowers, holding wings, smiled at me.

"This smile seems to have been seen somewhere. When will I ... "I unconsciously sat under the window and thought quietly.

The closed heart curtain slowly opened, pouring out an impression of five years ago. A long ancient road. The mud under the donkey's feet is slippery. The water in the ditch gurgled. The green trees near the village are all caged in wet smoke. Bowed crescent moon, hanging in the treetops. Walking, there seems to be a child on the side of the road, holding a pile of white things. The donkey passed by with no intention of turning back. He smiled at me barefoot with flowers in his arms.

"This smile seems to have been seen somewhere!" I still want to-silently.

Another curtain of gravity appeared, which slowly opened and poured out the impression of ten years ago. -The rain under the thatched eaves dripped on the clothes. The blisters on the edge of the earth steps are turning. The wheat ridges and grape racks in front of the door are very bright yellow. -After a while, it finally cleared up and went downhill quickly. I saw the moon coming head-on from the sea, and suddenly remembered that I had forgotten something, stopped and turned around. The old woman in this small room-leaning against the door, holding flowers, smiled at me slightly. This same subtle expression, like a hairspring, flutters and mixes together.

At this time, it is refreshing and peaceful, such as going to the celestial world and returning to my hometown. San Xiao, who appeared in front of me, melted for a while and could not see the harmony of love for a while.

A 700-word essay, without any modification or carving, just touches and dyes at will, and outlines three pictures: an angel in a painting, a village girl by the roadside and an old woman in a hut, each holding a bunch of flowers.

There is no sound, only three pictures. Three white flowers set off a smile, sincere, pure and natural. However, in the silence, I clearly and vaguely heard a lyric music that gently turned around. The sound of the violin is endless, and people talk in a low voice, so that they unconsciously follow it into a quiet world and are deeply intoxicated. Looking intently, the sound of the piano came to an abrupt end. At the end of the song, there was only San Xiao, three white flowers and an ethereal one. There seems to be laughter in the ethereal world, so soft and sweet, filled with pure love.

So, you fell into an infinite reverie, and you saw the peace in front of you. "When I went to the fairyland, I returned to my hometown." In a trance, you find truth, goodness and beauty-the highest state that people pursue.

Appreciation: After reading so many novels, I like Bing Xin's smile best. Bing Xin belongs to the first batch of modern writers emerging in the May 4th New Literature Movement, and is an important writer in the literature research society. She is one of the most successful modern female writers in China. Her works mainly praise maternal love and children, which also shows her unique aesthetic taste. Laughter, which was innovated in 192 1 year, was published in the No.1 1 issue of Novel Monthly, and it is Bing Xin's famous work.

Shen Congwen has this comment on Bing Xin's works: "For the little things in life, a case is like a maternal love. When it flows out of the pen, although the style is different, careful readers can get the same impression, that is, all works give a soft smile to the' world'. "

From this "laughter", it is not difficult to see that Bing Xin stepped onto the May 4th new literary world with a "soft smile shadow". There are three shadows of laughter: the angel's smile in the painting, the child's smile seen in a field path five years ago, and the old woman's smile seen in front of a small house by the sea ten years ago. All three smiling shadows are accompanied by flowers, beautiful and gentle, kind and kind. Through these three smiles, the author realized the beauty of the world. And when the three smiling shadows "fluttered" in the author's fantastic imagination, she conveyed the call for "love" and "beauty" to us.

The smile described by the author is based on love and beauty. She brought us the feeling of "love" and introduced us to the realm of "beauty". With her love and yearning for "beauty", she created a unique artistic realm.

The author described a "smile", and we seemed to see the author's own smile between the lines. At the same time of writing, Bing Xin once said: "No matter whether it is a novel or a short story, or a few prefaces or dozens of crosses, reading it from beginning to end can make an unknown author emerge in front of readers, and his talent, temperament and outlook on life can be vividly inferred." Bing Xin realized the display of his expected personality. Even if you only read this 800-word "Laughter", you can appreciate the author's pure and gentle heart.

The words in laughter are beautiful, elegant and ethereal. At the beginning of creation, Bing Xin showed a unique language style. She has profound attainments in classical literature, and her prose language not only gives full play to the natural and fluent advantages of vernacular Chinese, but also has the charm of classical Chinese.

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Mo Huaiqi's Walking

We walked in the fields: me, my mother, my wife and son.

Mother doesn't want to come out. She is old and in poor health. She will feel very tired if she goes any further. I said, so walk more. Mother nodded convincingly and went to get her coat. She listens to me now, just as I listened to her when I was a child.

The weather is fine. This year's spring has come too late, too late, and some old people can't hold on. But spring has finally come. My mother survived another severe winter.

In this field in the early spring in the south, large tracts of new green are paved at will, some heavy and some light; The green buds on the trees are also dense; The winter water in the field is also bubbling. All this reminds people of one thing-life.

My mother and I walked in front, and my wife and son walked behind. The little guy suddenly cried. "There is a mother and son in front and a mother and son behind." We all laughed.

Later, there was a disagreement: mom had to take the main road, and the road was smooth; My son wants to take the path, which is very interesting. However, everything depends on me. My mother is old and used to listening to her strong son. The son is still young and used to listening to the tall father; What about my wife? Outside, she always listens to me. For an instant, I felt a great responsibility. I tried to kill two birds with one stone, but I couldn't find it; I want to break up a family and split it into two parts, each of which has its own place, but I don't want to. I decided to wronged my son because I have been with him for a long time. I said, "Take the main road."

But the mother touched her grandson's little brain and changed her mind: "Let's take the path." Her eyes followed the path: golden cauliflower, two rows of neat mulberry trees, and a sparkling fish pond at the end. "You carry me where I can't walk." Mom said to me.

In this way, we walked towards cauliflower, mulberry trees and fish ponds in the sun. In one place, I squatted down to carry my mother, and my wife squatted down to carry my son. Although my mother is tall, she is thin and naturally not heavy; Although my son is fat, he is young and naturally light: but my wife and I walk slowly, steadily and carefully, as if what I carry on my back and what she carries add up to the whole world.

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Article: The sea intoxicated me.

A candidate in Yancheng, Jiangsu Province

The vast universe, the reincarnation of everything, nature shows people the charm of flowers, towering trees, towering mountains, flowing water ... and I love the deep blue sea alone, which brings me surprise, sadness, joy and pain. ...

I like the tranquility of the sea. As night falls, I stand alone at the bow of the boat, staring at the sea under the bright moon, so calm and peaceful, looking at the distant sea, and the feeling of "a long smoke is empty, the bright moon is thousands of miles away, and the shadows are heavy" swings in my chest. With open arms, in this quiet world, "relaxed and happy" seems to have everything in this world. The sea makes my heart open, my temperament flamboyant, and the vastness is unparalleled, which makes me deeply embedded in this whole. Time seems to stand still, and everything is wonderful.

I like the surging of the sea. When I studied Yan Lu's Listen to the Tide, my heart also aroused the desire to listen to the Tide. I was fascinated by the vivid description of the loud sound of the sea hitting the rocks. When I stood by and watched the sea, listening to it like a gallop of thousands of horses, and like the sound of the tide played by various musical instruments, my joy was beyond words. At that time, although I lost the feeling of everything in the world, I still loved the passion of the sea. This heroism makes me feel that my life should arouse such a lofty sentiment to face everything and challenges.

I like the power of the sea. "A hundred rivers, tolerance is great." The sea has no choice but to trickle, so it becomes bigger. Everything in the sea comes from her "that". Her vastness, her depth, her infinity and her long history come from her nature. From her temperament, I found love; From her words, I found profound; From her voice, I found kindness; From her, I found perseverance. In her soul, I washed my heart; In her kindness, I learned to be tolerant; In her profundity, I learned to be strong ...

"The trip to the sun and the moon, if unexpected; Xinghan is brilliant, if it is unexpected. " The sea is vast and beautiful. On the sea, although I am just "a sandpiper in the vast world!" I still love her, I love her to swallow the sun and the moon; Because I firmly believe that I have tempered myself in the sea, appreciated the temperament of the sea, and I also have the ability to "swallow the sun and the moon".

This makes me shocked and intoxicated in the sea!

Appreciation: flowers are not fragrant, Xuanyuan is not cold, and the waning moon is not exhausted. Handwriting is mottled with paper, shadows are mottled with walls, and only time can mottle memories. . . . . This is my first feeling. . . .

After reading it, I will look back at the Spring and Autumn Period. In the years, I will open the title page of my memory and record the poems I worked hard for between the lines. I didn't waste time complaining, and I didn't give up on myself in a frustrated day. When you succeed, don't be complacent; When you fail, think about yourself. Sum up experience through continuous accumulation. Accumulated knowledge, the book has become my poem with no regrets! ! ! ! ! !

Yes, time flies, time flies. The knife cuts bread and fingers. If we don't have the courage to sail against the current, we might as well go downstream. It may be easier to reach the ideal shore. A hundred rivers are full of tolerance. Let's start from dribs and drabs, converge into a trickle, converge downstream into a raging river and lake, and rush to the sea to achieve the ocean of time. Write immortal fairy tales for our short life. . . . . .

Composition 2: Madame Curie and persistent colleagues finally discovered a wonderful radioactive element-radium; Edison walked with perseverance, and after thousands of experiments, he finally invented the electric light, which brought light to people in the dark. Beethoven and his persistent peers, although deaf in both ears, still created a symphony of destiny; Sima Qian walked with persistent colleagues and dedicated a wonderful historian's swan song to people. ...

Persistent walking can make us firm, let us never give up, and let us reach the other side of success …

On the rugged mountain road, a blind monk in a hurry asked an old man the way: "Where is the Rosa Castle Temple?" The old man replied, "Just go over two mountains." Seeing the blind monk resolutely moving forward, the old man couldn't help worrying and asked, "How can the elders cross the mountains and mountains because they are blind?" Without looking back, the blind monk calmly dropped four words: "There is a way in my heart ..."

I'm sure the blind monk will be able to reach the Rosaborg Temple that he yearns for in his heart. His simple sentence "There is a way in my heart" expresses a kind of spirit and a belief in unremitting walking.

Calligrapher Wang Xizhi's calligraphy is unprecedented. And this exquisite word stems from his persistence in his persistent peers, so that the pool that he scrubs every day becomes Mo Chi. His son Wang Xianzhi practiced calligraphy for a few days when he was a teenager, but he showed his mother the copybooks his father had read. However, his mother said that only the word "a little" was like his father. Actually, the word "a little" was written by his father. Since then, he has devoted himself to following his father's teachings, exhausted several buckets of water at home, and finally became a generation of calligraphy masters. It can be seen that Wang and his son came through with perseverance, and finally the calligraphy was unparalleled.

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Walking with persistence is doomed to go through storms, but persistence tells us: "Sunshine always comes after storms." Walking with persistence is doomed to face loneliness or bitterness. But insist on telling us: "What's the harm in getting the fragrant rose with thorns all over your body?" Insist on always looking at us with firm eyes: "Come with me and you will get a basket of surprises."

Madame Curie, who walked persistently, told us: "I am willing to explore the unknown elements persistently, which brings me infinite pleasure and surprise." Edison, who walked persistently, said, "I must achieve what I have determined." Even if I fail thousands of times, who can say that I can't see success in that 10 1 time? " Beethoven, who walked persistently, said, "Music is my life, and I am as obsessed with music creation as I am with my own life." Sima Qian, who walked with perseverance, told us: "Because I saw the persistent eyes that my father gave me when he died, my pen for recording history could not stop ..."

Persistence is the perseverance that drops of water and wears away stones. Persistence is Kuafu's never-ending pace of chasing the sun. Persistence is the firm belief of Jingwei in reclaiming land. ...

On the road of life, if we choose a partner, then we should choose to persist. Keep going, just like being with camels in the desert, we will definitely find a beautiful oasis at the end of the vast sand sea.

Appreciation: Clean and neat works. It can be seen that the author's writing skills are very deep, and this exquisite article is revealed from the author's pen. Maybe the more suffering you experience, the more sweetness you can feel. In this bitterness and sweetness, we need that persistent connection, persistent struggle for hope, and suffering for hope. What awaits us may be failure or hardship, but we still have youth and we can make a comeback. The flame of life illuminates our sky.

Composition 3: Autumn wind sends my heart, autumn wind sends my love, autumn wind leaves, and autumn comes to me unconsciously. Autumn wind will know my heart. Although, I have no autumn style; Perhaps, I don't have the connotation of autumn wind, but autumn wind seems to know my heart better. I am swaying in the autumn wind, lingering in the autumn wind, intoxicated in the autumn wind. Autumn wind is generous, free and easy and subtle in my eyes. In a sense, autumn wind seems to contain all the beauty of time. She can make people forget the troubles in the world, comfort lonely and injured people and make people more mature; She can blow the horn of progress for frustrated people, so that people are no longer afraid of the bumps on the road ahead. ...

Autumn gives people the feeling that there is no decoration and no cover. Although there is a touch of sadness, there are also many subtle feelings. She makes many lonely people feel "the end of the world is reduced." The lingering autumn rain is like the story of an old friend, and it is also like the talk of a bosom friend, in which harmony lies. I like the lingering of autumn rain, I like the whispering of autumn rain, I like walking under autumn rain, and I like thinking about my heart in autumn rain. Perhaps, the autumn rain gave me the feeling: "don't be surprised, look at the flowers in front of the court;" Go or stay, look at the clouds in the sky. "

Autumn is the season of lovesickness, and every ripple of autumn wind will arouse endless emotions in my heart. Bathe in the breeze and fly your dreams; Looking at the autumn rain, smiling like a song; Sniffing the faint chrysanthemum fragrance, drunk as a dream. I can't get rid of my attachment to autumn. I hate autumn and can't stay forever. I love autumn, go back. Autumn is the same as the four seasons. Years are like water, and autumn will eventually leave. If I have been sad, I have to say goodbye. In this way, autumn always comes and goes quietly, and I will always make myself calm and peaceful in the autumn wind. The beauty and moving of autumn will make me mature, make me less impetuous and more calm in the future, and make me look at the world with a more rational and skillful eye.

I hope that the autumn wind can blow dry every dark and damp corner, that the autumn rain can clean up every ordinary and tiny dust, and that the lingering autumn wind can make passionate people enjoy the warmth of autumn forever. Autumn wind with dreams, flying in their own sky; Autumn wind brings affection and takes root and sprouts in its own soil! I like autumn wind, I like autumn clouds, I like autumn days, I like autumn thoughts and expectations.

Autumn gives people the feeling that there is no decoration and no cover. Although there is a touch of sadness, there are also many subtle feelings. She makes many lonely people feel "the end of the world is reduced." The lingering autumn rain is like the story of an old friend, and it is also like the talk of a bosom friend, in which harmony lies. I like the lingering of autumn rain, I like the whispering of autumn rain, I like walking under autumn rain, and I like thinking about my heart in autumn rain. Perhaps, the autumn rain gave me the feeling: "don't be surprised, look at the flowers in front of the court;" I have no intention of staying or staying, looking at the clouds in the sky.

Autumn is the season of lovesickness, and every ripple of autumn wind will arouse endless emotions in my heart. Bathe in the breeze and fly your dreams; Looking at the autumn rain, smiling like a song; Sniffing the faint chrysanthemum fragrance, drunk as a dream. I can't get rid of my attachment to autumn. I hate autumn and can't stay forever. I love autumn, go back. Autumn is the same as the four seasons. Years are like water, and autumn will eventually leave. If I have been sad, I have to say goodbye. In this way, autumn always comes and goes quietly, and I will always make myself calm and peaceful in the autumn wind. The beauty and moving of autumn will make me mature, make me less impetuous and more calm in the future, and make me look at the world with a more rational and skillful eye.

I hope that the autumn wind can blow dry every dark and damp corner, that the autumn rain can clean up every ordinary and tiny dust, and that the lingering autumn wind can make passionate people enjoy the warmth of autumn forever. Autumn wind with dreams, flying in their own sky; Autumn wind brings affection and takes root and sprouts in its own soil! I like autumn wind, I like autumn clouds, I like autumn days, I like autumn thoughts and expectations.

Autumn wind is also a kind of beauty in my heart, a kind of beauty of life!