Walking into natural composition

Close your eyes, listen to the whisper of the wind, enjoy the gentle touch of nature, and suddenly drift across a familiar fragrance; When I opened my eyes, I was greeted not by withered leaves, depressed grass, or bleak Jidi in the autumn wind, but by a lush wilderness. Trees and flowers littered the emerald stream. Listen to the echo of nature, "rustling, rustling"-it turns out that autumn has brought us this extraordinary gift.

"Come on, come on!" The figure of autumn moves lightly. Just now I was looking for the shadow of a butterfly. Blink of an eye, I sat on the banyan swing and waved to me with a smile. I can't resist the temptation of autumn and jump up to follow its beautiful image.

Bees in the flower sea are surrounded by butterflies, and bees and butterflies are dancing around. I feel as if I have become a butterfly and joined them. They seem to welcome my like-minded partners very much, hold my hand and warmly invite me to share autumn gifts. Colorful cockscomb flowers and yellow small and medium-sized striped daisies also join in the fun, adding icing on the cake to the stage among the flowers.

A cool breeze blew gently, and I felt a warmth in my heart. This warm current slowly flows into my heart and never stops. The lush green fields dotted with yellow traces replace the colorful fields with withered flowers, which is an endless field of vision in autumn. Like spring, she is considerate and gentle. Like winter, she often brings us many unexpected surprises. Sometimes, she is a copy of summer, lively and enthusiastic, full of vitality; But sometimes, she will playfully blow off a few golden leaves, and she feels that colorful nature is what people yearn for.

Autumn is like a girl endowed with dual personality, sometimes introverted and sometimes extroverted, which makes people unable to understand her mind.

Autumn, like an invisible gauze skirt, dresses up the beauty-loving nature.

Autumn, like a winding path, leads us to appreciate a new world.

Let's close our eyes again and feel different autumn sounds. ...

Pursuing the trace of nature

The cool autumn wind blew through my ears and dripped into my heart, bringing the breath of autumn. I sang autumn in my heart.

Walking lightly, sketching a happy mood and humming a soothing tune, I walked into the "forest of dreams".

Walking on the stone road by the lake, the oncoming wind is cool, rustling, not wet, but full of my good mood. Karen and I walked together, getting rid of the heavy study burden and greedily absorbing the fresh air, slowly but brilliantly. It is really inspiring to keep company with the breeze, be friends with the lake and suck the breath of nature.

I stopped suddenly, filled with enthusiasm, and squatted down to look down. I saw the clear lake rippling, and the soil, gravel and sand in the water seemed very clear. I could clearly see the moss in the water, and I found the answer at once. It was the moss that dyed the lake green, and the reflection of countless tall lamps around the lake formed a wet forest. Because of green, deep and shallow green, there is a trunk-like column lamp. I patted it gently with two fingers.

I stood up and looked around. A large green lake is surrounded by green pigments by dark green trees on the opposite side of the lake, like a painter's masterpiece, but it is not deep here, shallow and irregular there, but it is even green, shallow on the top and deep on the bottom, from a passionate pen, creating an elegant wind. It's really amazing.

Looking up, the goddess egret is smiling at us. She is not laughing, just looking at us, but giving me an illusion, let me look carefully. She is standing on a boulder in the lake, kneeling on her knees, looking over here with a slender egret on her shoulder. Egrets stand upright, their necks are raised high, their crowns are particularly prominent, and they stand quietly, standing ... and accidentally discover the goddess Egrets. The goddess stood on the stone like a mermaid, which is obviously a symbol of the state of egrets.

I finally stopped. Karen was running on the wide flat lawn with the lake on her back. I haven't been so relaxed for a long time, and I forgot "Don't step on the lawn" for a time. Suddenly I saw a flock of pigeons flying in the distance, and we ran crazier and followed closely.

We came to a clearing full of pigeons. I seldom deal with pigeons, and a sense of surprise arises. I watched them carefully and never let a beautiful pigeon slip away from my eyes. Most of these pigeons are colorful feathers, and the colors are from deep to light from beginning to end, as if all the beautiful colors are condensed into the head and neck, so the feathers on the head and neck are the most outstanding. Look, some of them are from dark gray to light gray, some have dark red around their necks, some have dark brown to light red around their necks, and some have gray around their necks ... Suddenly, I found a white dove, no, two, which is the rarest of this group of pigeons and my favorite, because it is white, only the whole body is white, so pure, simple and not gorgeous, and it is precisely because it is all white that it becomes pure in my heart. I sowed some raw corn and grain seeds to attract pigeons' attention. I saw them bend their necks and peck food again and again with their narrow mouths. After they were satisfied, they strolled leisurely, their necks stretched out and contracted, which made me feel very proud.

They habitually fly away, spread their wings and hover in the air, fly to places we can't see, fly to autumn in my heart, and chase the traces of nature. ...

The wind and the sadness of wandering

Pale yellow mixed with a little green, autumn leaves rippling in the boundless sky.

Among the four seasons, pretty spring always gives me fresh vitality, naughty summer gives me shocking encouragement, and deep winter tells me secret thoughts. Autumn brings me a trace of sadness.

I don't know when I began to have a mood called wandering, and my melancholy slowly rippled in this windy season. When I grew up, I fell in love with that sad season, autumn. ...

When I was temporarily living in Qiu Lai, I always liked to walk by the lake alone, count the pebbles on the road and feel the breath of autumn. ...

The autumn wind is light and thin, but extremely cold. It, through the maple tree, pieces of red maple are stepping on the dance steps, flying against the ground, covering the bare ground with a veil. Rich and sad fragrance permeates the whole world, and soft petals fall in the blue sky. The petals kept flowing downwards until the tips of the petals touched the clear lake and began to drift.

Ripples in my heart, beautiful autumn. The beautiful picture is flawless and harmonious. Bleak autumn wind, falling autumn rain, dancing leaves, falling flowers … They stay quietly in their corners, repeating the sound of autumn. So, the wind rises, the wind passes, the rain falls, the rain stops, the leaves spin, the leaves fall, the flowers float and the flowers overflow. Autumn itself is nothing, and most creatures in Qiu Li are disappearing. In this way, autumn is sad. However, it is probably this sadness that adds a little pity to my love for autumn. ...

Pick up the scattered yellow leaves, and the brown veins on the leaves are very clear. I think of those clear strings and listen to them. Is it an illusion that the faint bitterness of the piano comes with the wind? Is it true?/You don't say. The smell of fallen leaves has melted bitterness and tears of hesitation. Is the widow attached to the dead life? The wind kisses the fallen leaves and makes them fly. There is no need to be persistent, just remember how free and easy it was before it disappeared. Every leaf contains a story. There are many stories in Autumn Pear. I fell in love with Qiuli's fairy tales and autumn in fairy tales. ...

The lake is calm most of the time. It is like a thick but clear blue crystal. With the breath of autumn, it is more like a gentle and charming girl, standing quietly. Autumn wind whirls with fallen leaves and gently caresses the lake, which is even more melancholy because of these fallen leaves. In the lost autumn, there are not only disappearing ethereal, yellow everywhere, but also some beating bright green. Autumn is not the end of all living things. There is also a trace of persistence in its sadness. My love for autumn is probably determined by this persistence.

Autumn wind kissed the fallen leaves goodbye, and I shook hands with the past; The fallen leaves said nothing, and nothing passed. When I stepped on the fallen leaves, I gave my blessing to the wind. Yes, even the best past can only melt with the fallen leaves. The gears of life will never stop, just as no matter how many creatures die, autumn will never stop!

In the autumn wind, peel off layers of yellowing memories and accept the baptism of wind and rain. After the autumn wind, a thoroughly remoulded girl smiled and bathed in autumn fragrance. ...

Love in autumn

Day, has revealed a trace of coolness, perhaps naughty brother Sun is tired of playing, have a rest. The hot summer finally passed, and with the cool autumn wind, we embarked on a journey of nature.

Autumn has arrived, and the light green grass has quietly changed into yellowish children's clothes. Most of them look energetic, and only a small part of the grass is too tired to sleep on the ground. Lying on the grass, these lovely grass dolls began to be naughty again. One minute they stabbed me with her needle-like grass tip, and the next minute they scratched me together, leaving me "nowhere to live." You really push your luck. Roll up your sleeves, and I joined the ranks!

Tired of playing, I bid farewell to the grass doll and continued my journey. Alas, these naughty grass dolls "painted" yellow and green lines on my clothes and trousers.

Hi! Hello, Sister Wall, you are so beautiful. Colorful floral skirts make you more enchanting and moving. Your dance is really unique. When the wind blows, you dance like a fairy. Great dancer! At this time, a fragrance is refreshing. It turns out that Sister Hua Er is wearing perfume.

Hey, what's this? Like a long braid, it hangs straight on the ground. Oh, I see, this is uncle's glistening beard. "Hello, Grandpa Tree." I politely say hello to Grandpa Tree. Looking up carefully, I saw Grandpa Tree standing high in front of me. Although the vicissitudes of life have carved traces of years on his face, his vigorous and heroic spirit still makes him radiant and the scenery remains the same. The wind is blowing, the roots are shaking gently and the leaves are rustling. At the moment, Grandpa Tree is stroking his white beard and telling me his wonderful story. Shh, don't make a sound! Listen, that rustling sound is Grandpa Tree's wonderful speech.

Tired, I came to the lake and sat on the stone bench. The sky is so blue and endless; Clouds are so white and unpredictable; Water is so green and beautiful. The golden sun shines on the water, and the microwave is sparkling and golden; Egrets fly high and carefree, and their white figure is like a glittering and translucent jade. Close your eyes, let the cool autumn wind brush your cheeks, let the birds sing in your ear, put aside all troubles, let them fly beyond the cloud nine, and let them fly to the depths of the universe. Full of joy, play with grass, swim with white clouds, fly with egrets and sing with birds! Appreciate the dance of flowers and listen to the beautiful story of Grandpa Tree. ...

In autumn, although there is no romantic scene of "frosty leaves are red in February flowers" and no sad weather of "bleak autumn wind", she has a soft color beauty. She is like a loving mother stroking me gently, putting me to sleep and indulging me. ...

I love Qiu, and I love her "softness" more.

Autumn Dreams

Look at this crystal clear resin in my hand, which is more precious than precious stones. Because it holds my dream and makes this wish in autumn.

I came across this resin. When I leaned against the tree and thought about my beautiful dream, I saw a golden pearl attached to the branch, which was full of texture, as if it contained the sweetness and harvest of my dream. I carefully picked it from the branch and put it in my hand. Just where it was originally connected with the branch, it left a blue scar, which was deeply branded into the delicate branch. I lovingly hold "dream" in my hand.

Now, I quietly ask myself: Remember? The autumn there is unbearable and yellow, and it still preserves the temperament of spring. Trees are shaded and flowers are blooming. Without any slack and withering.

And that tree, the tree from which I once found my dream, is like a huge umbrella to shelter me from the wind and rain. Its branches and leaves are equally delicate, gentle and elegant, and its delicate and dense leaves are like bright stars in the night. Every branch is so smooth and meticulous, as well as simple and fashionable.

Looking up at the sky, an egret crossed the silent sky and interwoven with its back to form a realistic ink painting, which is still reflected in my memory. Layers of clouds are like a little girl's beloved white gauze skirt. Smoke-thin clouds, like slight ripples on the lake, endlessly rush to the other side of the sky.

Sitting on the grass, the grass is still green, so I can't bear to sit down for fear of hurting its young life.

Picking up a fallen leaf from the grass, the context is particularly clear. Is it only after death that the essence of life will be revealed?

I looked at the resin in my hand again. At this time, the resin became a magnifying glass, through which I clearly saw the dream:

Rock, beach, blue sea, lush Yuan Ye, the palace in Andersen's fairy tales, every child is a lovely prince and princess in the palace, enjoying the harmony and beauty of nature, without yellow sand and dry ridges. Only this cloud, this grass and this egret. ...

That green autumn ...

Zloto ...

Lake in late autumn

The sky is far away from me, the lake is close to me, and the goose is watching me.

Meet my classmates at the lake in late autumn, but I am alone and happily walking on the road to find the wonderful scenery in my heart.

Sickle has eaten the fragrant rice, and the winter is coming, but it can't get rid of the sunset-like late autumn-but it is the strongest breath in the end. Yes, what's the harm in the end? Remind me to record this rare nature quickly!

Walking on the stone road by the lake, I saw the cool autumn wind, and the lake seemed to be tempted by it and danced excitedly. Although it is not the sea, it has the rhyme of "bleak autumn wind and rough waves". Looking up, there is such a "sea" by the lake, which is generally green and surging with the wind, but it is not a cold and arrogant water wave, but a warm and approachable grass sea! A deep and shallow green, deep and brilliant. I don't want to take the artificial road anymore, and I want to take the natural carpet selfishly. Ah! Although it's uneven, it's as soft as a hill, and it has the sound of aquatic plants. It didn't hurt you, did it? I haven't seen enough grass. Flowers fascinate me. The flowers in late autumn are not as beautiful as those in spring, nor as enthusiastic as those in summer, but they have a rare maturity at this time. Laugh in the beating of autumn wind and stand the test in autumn cold. Stubborn beauty, this is the spirit of late autumn flowers!

But the lake in late autumn is more beautiful than flowers and grass. Stationary plants are more interesting than moving birds. Black and white shadows fluttered faintly in the purple of bauhinia. What kind of spirit is it? I stood under the tree, my heart trembling with the shadow. Oh, it's a turtledove. Is it flying on the grass to pursue the trajectory of bauhinia, or to explore the mystery of the roots of fallen leaves? It is chirping, is it singing the late autumn by the lake or taking stock of this year's harvest? The bird's heart is as elusive as this autumn. Hey, why does it fly? Look carefully, there are small mushrooms on the grass. They must have stopped the birds. Umbrella, why did you drive away my admirer in autumn? Is it to protect the grass, or do you think it steals the limelight of autumn flowers?

The autumn wind took away the playful sound. On the opposite lawn, there are more than a dozen bright figures beating faintly. They ran and danced around the lake, asking the autumn wind to help them put their beloved kites high on the lake. Oh, children, how eager I am to ask you, why do you always let go of your hearts at this moment? You must want the kite to take your heart to explore the lake in late autumn.

Good times are always light and shadow, and they are fantastic soap bubbles. Why did the moment from the lake come early? Looking at the lake far away from me, I suddenly regretted why I didn't record it in words and film.

Why regret it? The lake in late autumn tells me that the real autumn scenery is in your heart.

autumn

I love autumn inexplicably, starting from being sensible. I don't know why, I don't like the vitality of spring, the enthusiasm of summer and the purity of winter, but I love this contradictory autumn alone.

The contradiction is because a large number of creatures die and mature in this season. It is decadent and desolate, but it is also happy and full of vitality. Just like people's complex emotions, they are painful and happy. Just like a person's life, it is not all pain, but it will not be too complete, and all kinds of tastes are a little bit.

Actually, I prefer the sad side of autumn myself. Look at the dead leaves flying like butterflies, spinning in the air, round and round, like a waltz. The wind stopped and the leaves fell. They still want to leave their leaves behind. Gently, slowly, still attached to the branches that once relied on it. Dead leaves, but you don't give up? Are you crying? There is always too much helplessness in the world.

Look at that pile of hay, like a quilt on the ground. They held hands and clung to the earth with their bodies. The wind has blown, and they can't be moved. They are old and hunched, and no longer have the frivolity of their youth. At this time, they are only willing to give it the last simple warmth with their thin body-the earth-their old friends. If you pity them, step on them. Make their hearts closer to the center of the earth.

Whenever I see these, I always think of my grandparents. They are over 500 years old, but they still want to do something for their children and grandchildren, but they can only stand shivering in the wind and cough every step. Under that deep love, what kind of helplessness and sadness.

Autumn, I love your decadent and sad side. Because I understand that dead leaves fall to turn them into nutrients and nourish trees; The reason why hay turns yellow is to make the green earth more beautiful in the coming year. All this is out of their love. Leaves love trees, and grass loves the earth. What a strong and deep love it is! Only with such love can we smile and sacrifice for the people we love. The desolation of autumn is just to make other seasons more beautiful. Find love, first of all, your own love.

I hope that people who love autumn are as loving as autumn.

Enjoy music

Blue sky, snow-white clouds, I sit quietly on the green grass, sometimes looking up at the sky, sometimes watching the beauty of everything and enjoying the echo of nature. ...

Listening needs a state of mind, just like Zen in Buddhism. Only when the mind is free from distractions can you hear the laughter of flowers and the whispers of butterflies. If you are in the spirit, you will never be able to calm down and listen. Maybe you think you heard it, but all you heard was the noise like sundries, but you can't enjoy the beauty of nature. ...

Listen! Birds sing loudly, happily, roundly and crisply, twittering in the trees, which makes people feel excited. Beautiful songs, like beautiful music, make people's hearts slightly rippling one after another. ...

Birds' songs are still echoing in the forest ... but at this time, the protagonist has already changed to the wind that has never left a trace. At this moment, another gust of wind gently brushed my face, and I heard the song of "whoosh". Only in this way can we witness the passage and existence of the wind. The wind of the four seasons, like a song of ups and downs, is gentle like water for a while, making people cry; Then it surged and shocked the world. Perhaps only by listening to the melody of the wind can we appreciate the coquettish charm of the four seasons!

The arrival of the wind blew the dew off the flowers. "Tick-tock, tick-tock", that sounds really beautiful. It seems that a big-name star is singing to us. The crystal water drops on the soil, accompanied by the fragrance of the soil, lead us to a new kind of beauty: I have also changed my role and become a poet, tasting the world's wine, listening to the eternal swan song and making a masterpiece. The feeling of temptation is wonderful!

On the hillside in the distance, there were some familiar children's songs. Ah, they are playing with the lost handkerchief. That touching children's song hooked my soul like mellow wine, which made me have an impulse to join it. No matter how naive. After all, this song represents our childhood and our past. It's sweet to return to nature. This man's singing with nature is the swan song of nature!

Ears, those sounds of nature are still echoing, accompanied by the sound of bees working, the sound of butterflies playing, and the solos of those insects, which constitute the most beautiful and expensive songs in the world. This charming song, such as Guangling in those days, makes people dream. And I, the darling of God, heard the divine comedy far away from the secular world in this place, and I can really play tricks, hehe. ...

The sky is blue and blue; Clouds, as white as snow. I am still lying on the green grass, listening to the performances of all things and savoring the beauty of nature. At this moment, my mind is suddenly enlightened, which is the enjoyment given to me by the sound of nature, a trace of beauty and tranquility in my heart. ...

Love in spring

I like hot summer, deep autumn and indifferent winter. But I prefer warm and sunny spring. I love the silent spring rain; I like the cool spring breeze; I love all life on earth. ...

-"I don't know who cut the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors.

Waves of cool spring breeze pass by, with the fragrance of earth and grass, making people feel the breath of spring.

The wind blows and the rain drops. It was the wind in early spring that awakened the earth, and the earth, which had been sleeping for a winter, opened its eyes happily. Spring breeze has been sowing the seeds of hope.

-"Good rain knows the season when spring comes.

Rain is a symbol of spring. It is rain that gives life to spring.

At the beginning of the spring rain, it was still shiny raindrops, which fell evenly on the ground. Then there are dark clouds and heavy rain. The field suddenly became a string of crystal beads.

The spring rain moistens the earth selflessly. It is it that awakens the grass, flowers and spring. Under the nourishment of the spring rain, everything becomes full of vitality.

-"Two orioles sing crisp willows, and a row of egrets go up to the sky."

Bai Lianhua-like clouds dot the blue sky. In spring, everything shows great vitality.

Look, the grass sticks its head out and looks at the outside world strangely; Look, the soft wicker gently sweeps across the river bank with the breezy spring breeze; Look, all the colorful flowers are blooming with each other. Look, the lovely swallow is standing on the wire, as if writing a spring carol.

Although spring has passed, the memory she left me is so beautiful that I still miss her in winter. ...

Hidden friendship

I gently picked up a leaf from the ground and covered my eyes with it. But I can't stop the passion in my heart.

I am a little leaf in the world. I play and fly between heaven and earth, enjoying myself in nature. Once upon a time, I was so free and happy. Now, my heart suddenly overflows a little bit with desire. I am eager to blend in with nature. Find a bosom friend, find another "little leaf". The wind took me to Xiamen Bailuzhou, and I met him all morning.

The hidden desire in my chest seems to erupt instantly, countless small leaves are flying, and I only pay attention to the morning. We ran forward hand in hand ... it was already late autumn, but everything in front of us seemed like poetic spring. I took a quick step and danced with the wind. I was infected all morning. I jump among the flowers, jump on the grass and run in the shade. I couldn't help singing a poem. Perhaps, only in the face of nature without a trace of filth and smoke, can I put down my happiness so easily and play with my friends carefree. ...

Laughing all morning, I laughed, and laughter became a witness of friendship, rippling in each other's hearts and drifting away lightly. ...

I thought friendship was hard to find.

It turns out that friendship can be so simple in front of nature.

Nature has a broad mind, she accepts everything with a tolerant attitude, she welcomes us with open arms, and I embrace nature and the morning without stint. I stretched myself gently, and I sucked the air greedily, feeling and feeling each other's breathing. ...

I quietly hid in the wind, ready to play hide-and-seek with Chenxi. I don't know, but she played butterfly bee first. Two "small leaves" have been integrated into nature, and we are dancing in the sky. ...

We are happily lost in the world, sweetly ignorant, and happily lose our troubles. ...

Tired of playing, we came to the lake, and the calm water surface formed a huge contrast with our uncertain mood. We lay down and looked at the white clouds in the sky, which made us feel much more relaxed. Suddenly I have a lot of feelings, and I suddenly want to talk to my friends about my troubles. We looked at the pure and transparent cloud, chatting, chatting ... It turns out that the cloud is also our "little leaf" good friend!

Suddenly, a strong wind blew violently on my cheek, and a feeling of coming wind and rain weighed heavily on my heart. When I was at a loss, a pair of hands-the hand of friendship-was tightly held in my hand. A little warmth suddenly rose from my heart and then spread all over my body. Strangely, the wind has stopped and the sky is still so clear. I have been watching it all morning. She closed her eyes and seemed to be enjoying nature. I laughed and laughed at the stupidity of nature. No matter how terrible the storm is, it will become pale and powerless under the wand of friendship. It will not make friendship disappear, but will only make our friendship more deeply rooted. ...

"Di Xin! All morning! Friendship lasts forever! " We stood up and shouted at the lake. These are two small "leaves" telling the world about their friendship-their friendship is hidden in each other's hearts and their friendship is hidden in nature.

In nature, we belong to friendship.

The cry quietly disappeared on the lake, as if it had never happened before ...

However, the friendship has continued since then. ...

The other half of the heart

Sunshine always gives people the feeling of being healthy, bright, soft and not dragging their feet. The best sunshine is in Switzerland. Just like the creator separated from the other side of the earth, it showed its unique side. At the foot of British Columbia, A Le, next to the Royal Family, there is a wooden house of my own, which I call "Listening to the Wooden House".

Every morning, I always wake up smelling the flowers at the door. If I don't wake up, the birds in the Alps will call me or the refreshing mountain wind will accompany the gurgling stream in Royal. In short, they will never "let go" me! But I have never missed an appointment with the sun because of their naughty behavior. The flowers at the door are often very popular with their owners, but the fragrance is not beautiful, only exquisite. This is a small picture of the pink, white and purple universe. A few years ago, it withered inexplicably before flowering. What a surprise to see it now. It seems that all relatives have returned to their side.

Beside the universe, petals are not fragile, but branches, thin and thin, are always bent. It's hard to find flowers that face the earth. However, as soon as I smelled the smell as cool as cold air and with a little apple flavor, I knew there was a big universe nearby. I hope it doesn't cost too much, but not too little. I'd better plant more jasmine and lilies tomorrow.

I was thinking about what else to plant. The sun is rising, bigger, rounder and more dazzling than I have ever seen! I really don't know whether it is the light in the forest or the trees in the light across the mountain forest. My cells are beating. I want to come out to bask in the sun and shake hands with the sun. The sunshine in Switzerland shines like diamonds, which is exciting. Even in the foothills of the most beautiful Swiss Luochun Lake and Rose Mountain, it can't be compared with it.

I found a wooden boat and sailed on the Royal River. Ups and downs, simply lying on the wooden boat, drifting with the flow, drifting with the flow. I only see the blue sky. The sky is so blue that I can pierce it with my hand. Jade-like blue jade-like blue jade-like blue jade-like blue jade-like blue jade-like blue jade-like blue jade-like blue jade-like blue jade-like blue jade-like blue jade-like blue jade-like blue jade-like blue jade-like blue jade-like blue jade-like blue jade-like blue jade-like blue jade-like blue jade-like blue jade-like blue jade-like blue jade-like blue jade-like blue jade-like jade-like blue jade-like blue jade-like jade-like jade-like jade-like jade-like jade-like jade-like jade-like jade-like jade-like jade-like jade- It's still cold. Later, all these birds became extinct. ...

Open your eyes, it's getting a little dark, and the universe is sleeping soundly at this time! And I am awake alone, but I am a dreamer?

There must be no shortage of stars. How can a little life that blinks and discharges miss it? Let it tell me a story! I like listening to stories before going to bed, and I prefer people who tell me stories before going to bed.

Alas, I'm sleepy. ...

Pan paper boat

In autumn, Shi Yu and our classmates went to Bailuzhou. Egret Island is an island in the middle of the lake. The grass is delicious and colorful. You can sit or lie down during the period, and you look very happy. Suddenly the breeze blew, and I felt relaxed and happy, such as leaving the burden of my studies behind me.

Climb up the platform to see the scenery. The flowers are red, the grass is green, and the waves are rippling.

Walking slowly, from the railing by the lake, there is Meng De's ambition to show his kindness. Sing: the autumn wind is bleak and the waves are rough. Suddenly I saw a classmate's origami boat in the water and let it float in the wind. At the beginning of the breeze, the ship is as flat as the ground. Suddenly I saw Wu Ye in the air. Looking down at the water, the boat was stagnant and my heart was hanging, but when I saw the boat sailing again, the speed was slightly reduced and I still braved the wind and waves, so I couldn't help clapping my hands and cheering.

After a while, the boat capsized and I wanted to leave. Unexpectedly, the ship recovered, but it entered the water. It recovered and slowed down. Although it hit the fence several times, it still stagnated and did not sink for five meters. It is more than 20 meters. Picking up the fallen leaves floating in the water is a good burial for them.

Although the ship is built, there are no regrets. Or: this is a fool. But his spirit of fighting against behemoths with small strength is commendable, so he wrote a composition to commemorate it.