Extract 600 words from American English (junior high school)

It's grass yellow season again. Everywhere, the green mottles disappear, and only the dry light yellow gradually fills people's sight, which is the most flexible retroversion at the end of life.

I like to watch the fallen leaves fall on the hay. The red leaves and yellow stems are very bright and beautiful. Looking at them, I will think of the bleak glory when the sun sets slowly, and I will think of the white-haired old man walking hand in hand on the stone steps, calm and safe, that kind of warmth and touch.

After the first snowstorm in winter, they will disappear on the ground, return to the embrace of Mother Earth and rest in peace. Waiting, after a long wait, the first gentle call of the spring breeze will awaken all their descendants.

I like to see the beauty of grass green Jiang Nanan, and the bleak winter escapes with their little laughter. How tender is the new green stem? In the crevices, on the soil, they bravely stand tall, grow inch by inch in the cold wind and rain, dye the banks and the earth bit by bit, and weave exciting spring clothes under the blue sky and breeze.

How can you stand the lush grass? Gently touch with your hand, as delicate as a baby's skin. A little slip from the palm of your hand, and some tiny life rhythms pass from your hand to your heart. People can't help but sigh that such a delicate plant has such tenacious vitality. It takes the lead in responding to the spring breeze, attracting pink, bees and butterflies and beautiful spring.

I like to watch the grass grow in midsummer. Under the caress of the scorching sun, the grass releases all the good things in life. The endless green Yuan Ye sets off all kinds of blooming flowers, and the blue sky becomes lower in the field of vision, as if bending down close to the grass.

During this time, the grass is the biggest and softest new bed, tempting us to give our bodies to them very comfortably, without anxiety and trouble, and dreaming the most relaxing dream surrounded by the grass.

When we close our eyes, the grass in the sun surrounds our sense of smell. What a sweet and delicious fragrance it is. It is not strong with all kinds of flowers, but elegant with famous brand perfume. It is the smell of cooked rice, the smell in cow's milk, the original smell of nature, the taste of the earth and the embrace of mother.

Yes, grass, you are the main food for cattle, horses and sheep. Through them, you become white milk, delicious meat, warm fur, and rushing power, which holds up all ethnic groups and countries.

The sky is wild, and the wind and grass are moving to see cattle and sheep. Time flies, as if to see a generation of hero Genghis Khan, riding a whip, commanding thousands of troops, sweeping across Eurasia, invincible. Grass created an unprecedented hero on horseback.

The long grass is so lush that the withered grass will thicken the color of the grass every autumn and winter. Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it. Flexible grass, what are you? Is it our countless humble and weak lives? We are ordinary grass people, but we can also describe spring, dress up the earth, unite weak lives, change the environment and create the world.

That familiar song sounded like a melody in my heart: no flowers/no trees/I'm an unknown grass/I'm never lonely/I'm never worried/You see my partners are all over the world. ...

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Rongshuxia

* In the lonely winter, there is dim yellow everywhere. Everywhere is bleak, even the once clear river has lost its luster and is sleepy under the ice. There is a mother and daughter, in the warm sunshine. Now, the mother is combing her daughter's hair. She stroked her hair gently and braided her hair gently. A smile was written on her face, as if her love could never be filled, overflowing to her mouth, flowing to the corner of her eyes and spinning into a long braid. The sun kissed the long hair, like scattered gold powder, shining with erratic brilliance. The daughter nestled in her mother's arms and kept saying something. She makes her mother laugh from time to time, and the warm family melts the cold in winter, making the winter scenery of Xiaosuo spin out the beauty of spring.

It began to snow in the evening, and then it didn't stop all night. Snowflakes fell gently on the beehive coated with black paint. The bees are sleeping. In a delicate hexagonal honeycomb, it is like a secret letter sealed with wax. Like refined pure gold particles, it was treasured by rich kings. In fact, it is more valuable than gold, because bees are living things. In the sun, their dreams are the sweetest. There are Chinese milk vetch and rape flowers in the south, Sophora japonica, jujube flowers and Vitex negundo in the north, and the first floor is blooming again. But I don't know if there will be any traces of snow in the bustling dreamland tonight. If a lovely bee wakes up quietly with the beat of snow, it will smell a wisp of fragrance falling from the sky, which is holy and magical. Unfortunately, no one is lucky enough to recover. The flowers on the earth have exhausted them.

* In the years of poverty, people can also feel some deep happiness. For example, I often remember to add a bowl of hot white rice, pour a spoonful of lard and a spoonful of soy sauce, and sit in front of the "door" (the stone steps of the hall door) to savor the aroma of lard bibimbap. Every grain of rice is full of happiness.

The happiness of life lies not in one's environment, one's position and what one can enjoy, but in how one's heart corresponds to life. Therefore, happiness is not determined by external things. The poor have their happiness, the rich have their happiness, the powerful have their happiness, and the humble have their happiness. In life, everyone has laughter and tears; In life, everyone has happiness and troubles, which is the true face of the human world.

When love passes through the cold heart like bright sunshine, we will find that love itself is a tremulous chord, a dispersion of flowers, lasting and warm, extending to others, from one hand to another, from one person to another. This is the warmth floating from the depths of the lover's soul. It awakens a tired footprint and an indifferent heart in the spiritual world. Then, the loved one will light a match in his heart with a kind of warmth, although sometimes it is so weak.

* If you are just a drop of water, but you reflect the colorful light of the sun, let the black people see the most beautiful color in the world. How important you are to the children.

No matter how small and humble, you can also write fairy tales of life in your own world and create miracles of life. Maybe. Because of you, the world has added a color. When you are brave, you should say to yourself, "I am very important, I am a landscape."

* Smile. Sing the song of life. Tears should flow for the sadness of others; Kindness should be born for a kind heart; Compassion, giving poverty to the poor; Care, warmth, loneliness and desolation.

* Death, disease, injury, injustice ... these have long existed. Moreover, there are plays in their name all the time in this world. Some sad or indignant stories once made us cry, but they were soon forgotten. Some ugly phenomena. It once filled us with indignation, but it soon gave way to exciting things. All this is just because they happen to others and are too far away from my world; Our feelings cooled, solidified and fell into the air! & amp (= National Bureau of Standards) National Bureau of Standards

1 On the winding lotus pond, the leaves of Tian Tian are expected. The leaves are high out of the water, like an elegant dancer's skirt. Layers of leaves are dotted with some white flowers, some of which bloom gracefully and some are in bud shyly; Like a pearl, like a star in the blue sky, like a beauty who just took a bath. The breeze blew, sending wisps of fragrance, like a faint song on a tall building in the distance. At this time, the leaves and flowers also trembled slightly, like lightning, passing through the lotus pond in an instant. The leaves are close side by side, so there are clear wave marks. Below the leaves is flowing water, which is covered and can't see some colors; Leaves are more exposed to the wind.

Moonlight, like running water, falls quietly on this leaf and flower. A thin layer of blue mist floats in the lotus pond. Leaves and flowers seem to have been washed in milk; Like a dream in a sarong. Although it is a full moon, there are faint clouds in the sky, so it can't shine; But I think this is just a benefit-deep sleep is indispensable, and nap is unique. Moonlight shines through the trees, and the bushes at the height cast uneven and mottled shadows, which are as steep as ghosts; The sparse shadows of curved willows seem to be painted on lotus leaves. The moonlight in the pond is uneven; But light and shadow have a harmonious melody, such as a famous song played in the Vatican.

Around the lotus pond, there are trees far and near, and willows are the most. These trees surround a lotus pond; Only on one side of the path, there are some gaps, which seem to be reserved for moonlight. An example of the color of trees is cloudy, which at first glance looks like a cloud of smoke; But the abundance of willows can be recognized in the smoke. There are distant mountains on the treetops, just a little careless. There are still one or two lamps leaking through the cracks in the tree. What is listless is the eyes of those who are sleepy. At this time, the most lively are cicadas in the tree and frogs in the water; But the excitement is theirs. I have nothing.

I often think of you, my friend.

You are in that distant city, a city that is distant and strange to me, a city that I can't see even if I stand on the top of the mountain.

I often think of you, my friend.

I am in this remote mountain village. I have released a thousand paper cranes, and I have broken ten thousand willows. Although I know that even the wings of Shan Ying can't fly to your city.

However, my dream foot, stepping on the starlight and moonlight every night, crosses Qian Shan every day.

My friend, I will see you again.

But my friend, I want you to forgive me, because I only brought warm and powerful arms; I brought you nothing but your strange spring scenery.

No matter how mean your life is, meet it and live it well; Don't shun it, and don't curse it. Not as bad as you. When you are richest, you look poorest. The faultfinder can find faults even in heaven. You should love your life, even if it is poor. Even in the workhouse, you still have a happy, happy and glorious time. The setting sun is reflected on the window of the workhouse, as bright as the window of a rich family; In front of that door, the snow in early spring melted. I only see a calm person, like in a palace, living contentedly and having happy thoughts everywhere. In my opinion, the poor in towns often lead the most independent and uninhibited lives. Maybe they deserve it because they are great. Most people think that they are detached and do not rely on the support of towns; But in fact, they often use improper means to deal with life. They are not detached, but disgraceful. Think of poverty as a flower in the garden and plant it like a saint! Don't bother yourself with new tricks, whether it is new friends or new clothes. Find the old one and go back there. Everything is the same, but we are changing. You can sell your clothes, but keep your thoughts.

The stars on the horizon gradually disappeared in the morning light. At the last moment, the stars are still telling us last night's dream in the distance, comforting those who are about to wake up and comforting those who have woken up and will face loneliness. The stars tell us what is quiet beauty, fantasy and romance. ......

Am I the first person to wake up and say goodbye to Chen? I hope so, but I don't, because I am eager to have a quiet conversation with the stars and say some touching words hidden in my heart. But at the same time, who among us doesn't want that delightful bosom friend? Wouldn't it be better to say goodbye to them?

Chen and I will go away and go to the other side far away from us. I saw him off with my dear friends. In the foggy sky, in the strange thinking ..... all of us have no sadness, except a touch of sadness, because we all know that there is another world on the other side of Chen.

Give the traveler a lamp like a bean.

Give the wanderer a greeting from his hometown.

Give the lost man a glass of wine.

The ladder climbed by the pursuers in the teaching circle first.

Give people who have experienced vicissitudes a warm platform.

Give a teahouse to the lost who are looking for life.

The battlefield of newborn calves.

Give people who have just entered this world a development stage.

Man's grace in the rain at night.

Give a feminine lady an escape through a lonely boat.

Give vulgarity the elegance of Chun Xue.

The popularity of beauty for elegant people.

1,200 seafood for casting nets.

Give the sower ten thousand seeds.

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When you hold your head high, you will be surprised to lose the empty planetesimals.

A pot of wine makes the world drunk.

If the continuous green waves of bamboo forests make people feel relaxed and happy, and the shallow water in the south of the Yangtze River makes people linger, then we can only use shock to describe the ups and downs of Kunlun Mountain.

Kunlun, since ancient times, has attracted Taoists in Buddhism to build temples here, cultivate one's morality and cultivate one's character, and preach scriptures and sermons. The forest here is deep and the scenery is beautiful. At the turn of spring and summer, the mountains are covered with green trees and flowers, which is even more charming.

In the chaotic world, artists have perfectly grasped the beauty of Kunlun: it is near dusk, and the sun hangs obliquely in the west. The undulating Kunlun Mountain is like wearing a golden coat, which is surprisingly beautiful. Surrounded by mountains, there is a beautiful lake with clear wind and white sand and blue waves hanging high. Snow peaks in the distance, colorful clouds stretching freely in the sky and swans skimming over the lake have formed a series of shadows in the lake, making this sacred lake more lonely, picturesque, dreamy and moving, like a virgin with bright eyes.

Xinding quandong

Everyone has a clear spring in his heart, which washes your soul and nourishes your life. Just because of the complexity of daily trivial life, it masks her beautiful voice and blurs her clarity and transparency.

The night is quiet, and nature is silent. At this moment, you can remove the heavy mask, remove the fence of the heart garden and really look at yourself. In the depths of life, you finally hear a leisurely and crisp voice. This is a poem of truth, goodness and beauty. Like a shower, like a spring breeze, soft and meaningful.

The moon is hidden and the stars are present, and the wind is light. At this time, you can face up to your naked conscience and get out of the secular fan box. At the height of your soul, you finally feel an inevitable rhythm. This is a true, good and beautiful song! Like the bright moon, like the autumn sun, indifferent and quiet.

When traveling against the wind, whenever you look back at the bumps and mud behind you, your heart will suddenly swell up ... finally you realize that life doesn't believe in tears, and failure doesn't mean killing success! There is no eternal luck in the world to make you complacent forever. What eternal misfortune in the world makes you miserable forever?

The glory of life is not ordinary, but mediocre! So think more about when the spring breeze is proud, as long as you don't betray the original intention of beauty; When you are embarrassed and frustrated, look forward to it a little more, as long as you don't make up a bitter dream that you don't wake up!

Put out jealousy like fire with your heart, wash away vanity like dust with your heart, and life will be infinitely relaxed. Whispering hearts clearly tell you that people's hearts are not as sinister as you think, and life is not as gloomy and heavy as you render!

Stay away from despicable fights, avoid worldly disputes, approach Ding Dong's heart and listen to Ding Dong's heart. ...

Relive the good mood; Soothe a tired heart; Looking back on the cold life.

Listen to your heart and let your thoughts go deep and pure; Listen to your heart and make your life richer and more vivid.

You are too young to see. But every time I see you emerge from the cracks in the wall, rubble, roof and even hard stone cracks, I can't help but be impressed by your tenacious vitality and give my heartfelt admiration.

You are the representative of tenacious vitality in green plants. In the face of the test of nature, you always keep the unyielding attitude of the strong. No matter fire, flood, frost or drought, you can't give in.

I especially admire you for your consistency, perseverance and perseverance, regardless of the good or bad environment. In that hot desert, you can always see your unyielding figure, or a plant, or a clump. Even if the water there is as expensive as oil, you will continue to develop strongly downward, and your slender roots will plunge into the ground until you find a precious water source. The vitality of weeds can be described as powerful! Weeds will be stronger! On the snowy mountain, you are also growing tenaciously, facing the cold wind and resisting the extreme cold. When the spring breeze blew the snow down the mountain, you sprouted several new green shoots.

That's how you keep growing. Although you don't have the heroic spirit of a pine tree, the graceful weeping willow, the gorgeous peaches and plums, and the fragrance of the garden, you are full of the vitality of nature, and you have been deeply rooted in my heart!

I praise the grass, and I will loudly praise those who have strong will!

Half a yellow leaf falls, and I hear the sound of life withering. Yes, the geese flew south again, leaving only dead branches on the branches, and the spring water gradually dried up, and the chill came quietly. All this tells me that winter is coming.

In my opinion, winter is the least romantic season, especially in the south. It can't see the snow and ice in the north. There is no Wan Li desert in the west, and there is no sound at all. Winter in the south is always just a depression. The weather is very cold, but there is not a trace of moisture. The cold immersed in the bone marrow seems to have taken away all the warmth of the body, leaving only a cold mass that is as loose as dry floc and stuffed between the chest and lungs. In this season, people's thinking will be frozen, and even emotions and romance will be forgotten in an instant. Under such circumstances, it is difficult to raise a trace of goodwill, even if there is an occasional wish, it will soon be thrown into the corner of memory.

Standing outdoors, take a breath gently. A mass of white fog is wrapped in warm air, stretching out in mid-air, dense, and melting into dry and cold air for a long time. The little hope that was just ignited was shattered, quietly and quietly disappeared, as if it had never happened, and it was already a special kind of wetness in the trance. Xiao Shu grew into a big tree and became an old tree in winter. The branches of the old tree are staggered, and only a few scattered leaves are dotted with traces of life. The bark is slightly brown, as if it had been baked on a fire for a long time, and it has lost its spirit and is half curled, as if it would fall to the ground at any time.

In summer, only withered roots and leaves are left in the lotus pond in the mosaic field. It has long lost the charm of beads. The cold wind shook gently, withered and withered leaves, as if quietly telling the beauty of the past, and as if quietly crying for the decline of the present. If there is another cold rain, more flowers will fall, which will help Li Yishan keep listening to the rain.

The mountains in the south are no longer as tall and majestic as those in the north, but they have lost their former runlang in winter, leaving a slightly gray figure standing quietly between heaven and earth. Silently guard a silence. If there is a heavy snow in the north and the mountains are covered with white, it will be a magnificent picture and there will be new hope among the mountains. It's a pity that there is no snow in the south, just like scattered hills on the vast Jianghan Plain. Only the green shadows of pine and cypress are left in the mountains, which are as green as frost, and there is gray in the light green. From a distance, it seems to be covered by flying dust.

Standing by the river, I found that there was only a narrow gray chain left in the moat in the past, and the river bank where the waves beat thousands of stones in the past is now at a standstill. The river seems to have frozen, and even the flow rate of the east injection seems to have stopped, and everything is silent.

Yes, the winter in the south can only be described as dead silence, without any movement of life. There is only one deposit slip between heaven and earth. This depressing atmosphere is full of everything, sucking away their vitality bit by bit.

Being here, I can only send my feelings to the window, send my heart to the distance, and hope to have a trace of new green and send the hope of spring.

The moon in early winter

Autumn is still strong, and it is early winter in a blink of an eye. The moon walks into the winter night sky with the temperature of autumn.

It gets dark early. After dinner, I went back to the dormitory in the dark. After crossing the hill, I suddenly saw the bright orange early winter moon on the southwest hillside, hanging down completely, huge and fresh, and a beautiful and cordial feeling rose from my heart. In the night, the dark peaks are scattered, the horizon is everywhere, and a ridge crosses the sky to meet the sunset glow; On the edge of faded Yu Xia, the cut image of the mountain is a faint ink painting, while the outline near the mountain is like a heavy ink painting; In the southwest exit direction of the hillside, the mountain is rapidly open and the peaks are undulating, like a black wave, magnificent in the harmonious moonlight; The moonlight over the hillside under the moon and the nearby mountains and rivers give people a good feeling, and this month is designed for this purpose. The moonlight and mountains are so beautiful! Looking at the bright moon, I seem to forget my existence, leaving only a ray of beautiful feelings, which emerged in this moonlight.

Wandering in the moonlight, a person has to think about what he is worried about or even worried about during the day. At this moment, he has forgotten everything, while some people will remember clearly what he has no time to take care of or even forget during the day. This beautiful moonlight will make the treasure deep in my heart bloom, and even the pain will become beautiful. But this moonlight is more to make me carefree, relax physically and mentally, and make my breathing slightly even and imperceptible. I am like a fish swimming in clear water, stealing happiness, floating in the moonlight, sucking the moonlight, absorbing the light, or stopping or wandering, intoxicated by it.

Orange moon, orange light, orange light, floating with light frost. In the empty night sky, I feel as if the moonlight is leaking, the rhythm of the moonlight, and the interdependence between human emotions and moonlight fluctuations. In this soft moonlight, as long as you concentrate on one emotion, it seems that you can hear the beautiful song "Butterfly Lovers" and see the elegant and dreamy "Swan Lake" ... Have these works also experienced the birth of moonlight, and the author's inspiration has been nourished and watered by moonlight? Otherwise, how can these beautiful things be restored in this moonlight?

The mountains snuggled up to each other and slept peacefully in the dim moonlight. I didn't expect to see it again and again during the day, and the mountain with moonlight reappeared is just like a fairyland. The trees on the mountain huddled together and hugged each other and fell asleep. The tall and swaying crowns of trees such as pine trees are like umbrellas, like clouds, like splash-ink paintings in the faint night. The mountain is breathing, the tree is breathing, the air is breathing, and the night is breathing ... Now, you can see the horizon; Listen, you can hear the sound of the cape. The listener looks at people, not the ears but the eyes, but the heart, which is the help of moonlight.

Moonlight is like orange indifferent liquid, and mountains and rivers are immersed in moonlight, which is as quiet as heaven. Alone in the moonlight, a peaceful and peaceful heart is under the wise examination of the moonlight. Life is beautiful in an instant, and people's hearts should be beautiful. What we do is worthy of this beautiful world and this beautiful moonlight. Only a beautiful soul can shine into the beautiful moonlight, and only a person with a beautiful heart can dare to face the beautiful moonlight quietly and have a peaceful soul.

Thanks to life, thanks to nature, my boat of life banished noise, pollution and congestion, moored in this moonlight, and met this beautiful dreamlike scenery. Indulged in the moonlight, I even forgot when and how I got into it, and I didn't expect to get out of it, out of this quiet and pleasant dream.

In the long river of time, we only have our own ray of moonlight. If we don't cherish a little, we will suffer a lot and everything will be wasted. Didn't you see that this month has come from ancient times, gone through vicissitudes, experienced ups and downs, sent eternal love, and watched bloom blossom ... The king's moon, the frosty moon, the Guan Shanyue and the red moon have all disappeared! The mountains and rivers are silent and fall asleep; Every month, someone speaks for himself. How should we grasp this ray of moonlight? In early winter, the moon hangs high and silent, like a shower.

Winter in Baima Lake

In my career of more than 40 years, the most profound understanding of winter was when I moved to the beginning of ten years ago. In the past ten years, Baima Lake has become a small village. When I moved, it was still a wilderness. The new building in chunhui middle school stands on the other side of the lake. At the foot of the mountain on this side of the lake are several new bungalows, where Liu Junxin and I live. Besides, there's no one in two or three miles. The family moved from the bustling Hangzhou to this desolate Shan Ye at sunset in November of the lunar calendar, as if immersed in the polar region.

The wind there roars like a tiger almost every day. Although the house is newly built, its structure is extremely rough. The wind blows in from the gap between doors and windows, which is particularly sharp. The gap between doors and windows is made of thick paper, but there is still penetration in the gap between citron. When it blows hard, close the door at night, and after dinner, the whole family sleeps in bed, listening to the cold wind and the forgiveness of the lake. The small back porch on the hill is my study, which is the least windy room in the whole house. I often pull the Luo Song hat on my head very low and work late into the night under foreign lights. Song Tao roars like a roar, frosty moon acts as a window, and hungry rats squeak about on the dust-bearing floor. At this time, I am deeply interested in bleak poems. I often paddle my head in grey and refuse to sleep, dreaming of the characters in my landscape paintings.

Now the White Horse Lake is complete from the outside, from mountain to mountain. When the sun is fine, as long as it doesn't blow, it's really warm, unlike winter. The whole family sat in the court in the sun and even had lunch outside. Just like eating in summer, where the sun shines, they move chairs and stools there. Suddenly, the cold wind came, and they had to flee into the room with chairs and stools and shut the door in a hurry. On a normal day, the wind comes around afternoon and stops at midnight. As for the big cold, it will roar for a day and a night, just two or three days. On the coldest day, the mud looks as white as a river, the mountains are purple with cold, and the lake waves are deep blue.

I am afraid of snow. On snowy days, the room is particularly bright, and there is almost no need to light it at night. The snow in the distant mountains is enough for me to see for half a month, and I can see it from the window when I look up. However, it snows only once or twice a year in the south, and almost all the winter feelings I enjoy there come from the wind. It can be said that the windy White Horse Lake has geographical reasons. The lake here was originally surrounded by mountains, but there was a gap half a mile wide in the north, so I deliberately opened my pocket to face the wind. The landscape of Baima Lake is not far from ordinary scenic spots, but the wind is different from other places. Everyone who has been there knows how windy it is. Wind has played an important role in the feeling of winter since ancient times, especially in Baima Lake.

Now, the family has lived in Shanghai for many days. When they hear the wind in the dead of night, everyone will mention Baima Lake and say, "I don't know how hard it is blowing tonight!"

The bath in early winter is full of sunshine.

After leaving my former residence for a month or two, I once came back and sat in front of the desk under the south window. The first thing I found strange was the sunshine on the desk. It turns out that summer has passed, autumn is coming to an end, early winter is coming, and the sun outside the window has set southward with every minute.

I leaned my chair against the window and sat reading with my back to the window. The sun covered my upper body. Instead of annoying me like a month or two ago, it makes me feel warm and comfortable. The sun, the mother of all things, seems to be pouring a kind of milk that can cure diseases and prolong life into my body through his light.

I thought to myself: I am surprised at my feelings. Why did it suddenly become like this? The evil of the day before yesterday has become the joy of today; What was abandoned the day before yesterday has become what is sought today; The revenge of the day before yesterday has become the favor of today. Zhangyan looked at the fan abandoned on the bookshelf in surprise. The joy of the day before yesterday became the sin of today; What I asked for the day before yesterday has become what I abandoned today; The gratitude of the previous day turned into hatred today. Suddenly, I smiled to myself: "Summer is terrible, winter is lovely" and "reunion fans give up donations" are all old sayings, and your wife knows it. Why are you surprised? So my reason gave in. But I still don't give in to my feelings. I feel a strange feeling in this cold and changeable period, which is enough to surprise me. It's like a night when the sun goes down and the sky is not completely dark: we can still feel the day and the night at the same time. It's also like boarding time when one foot has set foot on the boat and the other foot is still on the shore: we can still feel land and water at the same time. We all know that there is night and land on board, but we just "know" it, not "feel". I was covered by the early winter sunshine under the south window for a long time, sweating like a pig, and my shirt was gradually wet. At this time, the "real feeling" of bathing day and the "real feeling" of waving a fan are mixed in my body. Isn't this a wonderful experience?

So I simply threw away the book and lay on the rattan chair in the corner. With such mixed feelings, I looked around the room and felt that many things had changed a lot. Some things have become better: like this room, it is often too small in summer, and the doors and windows are open, which is not enough. I almost want to tear down the wall. But now it's suddenly big, very big! It will be screened out soon. Another example is the hot kettle in the case, which was once driven into the corner of the cupboard by the tea urn, and now stands in front of you like a monument. When I was in bask in the quilt, everyone thought it was stupid and thick. Now spread under the covers, people suddenly look pleasing to the eye and thin. I used to want to sell sofa chairs, but fortunately no one buys them now. I used to want to take off my fur robe for a black cat, but now I envy it. On the contrary, something has gone bad: like the wind, people are used to calling it "fast!" " "Welcome it in. Now it is gradually repelled, and it will soon be prevented from being a thief. Another example is the bamboo couch, which was once treasured by everyone and was a great honor. No one cares now, and the description is haggard and lifeless. Pictures of soda advertisements on the wall. There is a big bottle of soda in the corner, a glass overflowing with white foam, and a picture of a sea bath below. I saw a soda water picture before, and I couldn't wait to be the person in the picture after seeing the sea bath picture. Now this picture is almost chilling. The naked foreigner sat on the small bookshelf in the window. I used to think it was too freehand, but now I feel very sorry. The plaster model of the famous ancient Greek carving stands like a statue, and the skirt fades to the thigh, standing high on the aerial flowerpot stand. I saw her smiling face in summer, but these days I suddenly felt her frown, as if sighing that she had lost her arms and couldn't pull up her skirt to keep out the cold.

In fact, how can things be covered up? It was my own feelings that betrayed me. How can I feel rebellious? Nature taught it. How serious is nature's command: you don't love the summer wind and the winter sun. How ridiculous nature's command is: in summer, you must praise what is cursed in winter, and in winter, you must curse what is praised in summer!

Life also has winter and summer. Childhood is like summer, adulthood is like winter; Or young as summer and old as winter. In the winter and summer of life, nature often makes people feel rebellious, and their orders are so serious and funny.