You are the most beautiful composition in my heart.

In daily study, work or life, everyone is familiar with composition. Composition is a kind of speech activity with strong comprehensiveness and creativity. There are many points for attention in composition. Are you sure you can write? The following is the most beautiful composition I have compiled for you, which is for reference only and I hope it will help you.

Your most beautiful composition in my heart 1 Straight lines are flowing beauty, mountains are towering beauty and silk is soft beauty. . . There are still many around us: teachers are beautiful because of teaching and educating people, doctors are beautiful because of saving lives, and workers are beautiful because of serving the society. The most beautiful thing in my heart is my parents, because of their parenting and everything they have done for us.

I remember once, when I was cleaning the room, I accidentally found a box under the bed. I was about to open it when my mother grabbed it and put it away.

A few days later, my mother went on a business trip and showed me the house. This is a good chance to solve this secret, and I won't let it go. I searched for it for half an hour and finally found it.

I couldn't wait to open it, but what I saw was disappointing: there was no gorgeous dress or dazzling jewelry in the box, but an old envelope. I still can't help but open the envelope. There are three photos and a piece of paper in it. These photos were taken when my mother was ten, twenty and thirty. The note reads: Thirty years have passed, and I have changed from that baby face to a mature face, and from that mature face to a face with some wrinkles.

Looking at these, I can't stop crying anymore. It slid down my cheek towards the photo with a loud sound. I woke up from drunkenness and suddenly wanted to do something for my mother.

I sat on the ground and meditated, and found nothing. My mother is almost forty years old. I'll take out my mother's photo now and observe it carefully. I found more wrinkles, a yellower face and more white hair. . . How much tired and bitter did mom suffer for us? This virtue of my mother is irreplaceable, and she will always be the most beautiful in my heart!

I put my mother's latest photo in the box, picked up a pen and wrote on that paper with a smile: Although time has passed a lot, my daughter wants to say to you: "Mom, you are always the most beautiful in my heart!" " "

You are the most beautiful composition in my heart. 2 Scenery, the scenery in the wind-Inscription.

It's raining in Mao Mao in the distant scenery.

Bird's Nest under the Tree —— The Landscape in My Eyes

It is raining outside the window, and the birds in the nest in the tree become nervous, waiting for the mother bird to go out to feed. After a while, the mother bird dragged her tired figure and flew back from the rain with food. The birds are very happy. The mother bird flew back to the nest and hurriedly put down her food to rest, but the birds scrambled to share the food. I clearly saw the mother bird spread out in the nest, soaked, trembling and motionless. Wet feathers condense into a ball, and the cold in the rain is probably only known to the mother bird.

Seeing this scene, I can't help thinking of that similar scene.

The most beautiful scenery in my heart

Another Friday. ...

After school, I stood at the door waiting for my mother to go to Chengdu from her hometown Bazhong, 400 kilometers away.

My mother sent me to study in Chengdu, hoping that I could receive a better education. One by one, my mother picks me up from my hometown every Friday morning and then walks back to work on Sunday afternoon.

My mother dragged her tired figure to me step by step, her face was sallow and there was no trace of modification. Standing in the wind, she seems to have aged a lot, and there are a few more wrinkles under her hair blown by the wind. Bloodshot eyes, last night, it should be another sleepless night! When my mother saw me, she immediately became much more active. She came over with a smile and said, "Oh, there's another traffic jam." . You've been waiting a long time. Get in the car quickly. It's cold outside.

My mother hurried to the car with my luggage. My mother is dressed very thinly, like a tumbler in the wind. I dare not look any more, my nose is sour. ...

My mother always cooks for me when I go home. My favorite soup, stir-frying my favorite dishes, and tidying my room are all as busy as a bee, but I never complain. ...

I always snuggle up in that landscape and thrive.

Once upon a time, there was a beautiful scenery.

You are the most beautiful composition in my heart. Although she is not as noble and gorgeous as a peony flower or as gorgeous and fragrant as a rose, her heart is as pure as her stamen and still occupies a place in the colorful world.

Outside the window, green vines are clinging, and a few gorgeous morning glory are dotted among them, which is particularly gorgeous.

When I first saw her, she was pale green, unobtrusive and not showing off, just guarding her only color. Although she is very young, I feel her cuteness and vitality in this monotonous season.

Later, light green began to grow. The small leaves on the slender vines are so delicate and lovely that people can't help but want to see more. Later, when she grew up, I found out that it was actually morning glory?

In summer, cicadas become songs, and the burning sun scorches the earth as if to suck up the last drop of water on the ground. The heat made the morning glory half dead, which made me feel the fragility of life and stopped paying too much attention to her.

A downpour followed, and the falling raindrops were so rapid that the hot summer finally ushered in a hint of coolness. The rain made the window sound, but unexpectedly, the wind followed. Unexpectedly, through the window, I vaguely saw that the flowers climbing on the wall were about to be blown away, but she protected herself tightly and caught the climber fiercely. The wind can't shake her firmness, and the rain can't beat her persistence.

The wind stopped and the rain stopped. She has regained her former vitality, with delicate petals and green stems and leaves. Compared with other precious flowers, she once seemed to be a darling. No one will ignore her beauty after twists and turns. She became more energetic and rippled in her heart. I understand her persistence, her strength and her desire for life.

I don't know when a rainbow hung in the sky, and she was even more moving under the rainbow!

The flower language of morning glory lies in tenacity. Although her life is short, it no longer shows her meaning everywhere.

Morning glory, you are the most beautiful scenery in my heart!

You are the most beautiful in my heart. Straight lines are the beauty of flowing, mountains are the beauty of towering, and silk is the beauty of softness ... There are still many around us: teachers are beautiful because of teaching and educating people, doctors are beautiful because of saving lives, and workers are beautiful because of serving the society ... The most beautiful things in my heart are my parents, because of their nurturing grace and everything they have paid for us.

I remember once, when I was cleaning the room, I accidentally found a box under the bed. I was about to open it when my mother grabbed it and put it away.

A few days later, my mother went on a business trip and showed me the house. This is a good chance to solve this secret, and I won't let it go. I searched for it for half an hour and finally found it.

I couldn't wait to open it, but what I saw was disappointing: there was no gorgeous dress or dazzling jewelry in the box, but an old envelope. I still can't help but open the envelope. There are three photos and a piece of paper in it. These photos were taken when my mother was ten, twenty and thirty. The note reads: Thirty years have passed, and I have changed from that baby face to a mature face, and from that mature face to a face with some wrinkles.

Looking at these, I can't stop crying anymore. It slid down my cheek towards the photo with a loud sound. I woke up from drunkenness and suddenly wanted to do something for my mother.

I sat on the ground and meditated, and found nothing. My mother is almost forty years old. I took out my mother's present photo and observed it carefully. I found more wrinkles, a yellower face and more white hair ... how tired and bitter did my mother suffer for us? This virtue of my mother is irreplaceable, and she will always be the most beautiful in my heart!

I put my mother's latest photo in the box, picked up a pen and wrote on that paper with a smile: Although time has passed a lot, my daughter wants to say to you-Mom, you are always the most beautiful in my heart! ......

The scenery around us is so beautiful, only one is beautiful; The scenery in my heart is beautiful, but I am touched. Dad's love is the most beautiful scenery left in my heart.

I remember when I was five years old, one summer afternoon, I felt particularly sultry. At that time, we lived on campus and played with the children at the school gate, and soon we were so hot that we sweated! At this time, my father wanted to go out for dinner with some uncles, so he asked me to follow him.

The weather in summer is really like a child's face, and it changes when it changes. Before the meal was finished, it suddenly began to rain, and it rained harder and harder.

As the rain weakened, our party hurried home. The thin rain soaked the cool air, which was sultry just now, and now it is much cooler, even making people feel a kind of coolness in autumn. I sneezed several times in a row. My father only wore a T-shirt, and when he saw that I was shrinking with cold, he took off his T-shirt and put it on me, but he was naked. I asked my father, "Dad, aren't you cold?" Dad said, "It's not cold! How cool! " But I clearly saw that my father had goose bumps all over his body. Walking, I accidentally fell down and got my clothes dirty. Father quickly helped me up and said, "Does it hurt?" Be careful! "A warm current welled up in my heart, and my eyes were moist!

At home, my father sneezed several times in a row. I know he has a cold! But he said nothing! I am very touched!

Dad's love, together, it is like a mountain, it is as delicate as water, and it has become the most beautiful scenery in my heart!

Your shoulder-length hair in my heart hangs over my shoulders in disorder, like weeds that have not been trimmed for hundreds of years, with a flat nose and freckles scattered on my cheeks. The white school uniform coat is covered with large and small oil stains, and your hair is greasy, which seems to squeeze a cup of oil. It's disgusting.

This is my kindergarten classmate-Chen Shanshan. The whole class didn't like her very much at that time. They think she is dirty and ugly, so no one will talk to her except for forced contact, and all the dirty work is left to her. I couldn't bear it, so I went to see her when the whole class entered the room for lunch break-I forgot to tell you that Chen Shanshan was forbidden to enter the lunch break room by the whole class (not including me) because of the dirt. I walked quietly behind me and found her very absorbed in her work. I was curious and leaned forward. Chen Shanshan, what are you doing? When she saw me, she paused and stammered to explain to me: "This, this is, I picked it up on the side of the road, not me!" Blinking, I didn't react at the moment. Looked at Chen Shanshan silly waiting for a while. Seeing that I didn't talk, she was very anxious and suddenly turned to face me. Then I saw something in her hand-a wounded white dove! I finally realized-she, Chen Shanshan thinks I think she hurt the pigeon! I cocked my head, turned around and found a band-aid from my schoolbag and handed it to Chen Shanshan. "Come on, put a wound on it!" I scratched my head and watched Chen Shanshan skillfully bandage the white dove. "You often feel sorry for those injured animals ..." I paused, but I didn't know what to say at the moment. "Bandage?" While taking care of the white dove, she casually replied, "Yes-do you have any toilet paper there?" I'll wipe it. "I listened and quickly handed her the tissue." Every animal is a living life, but we can't let these lives pass away in vain. "I was shocked to see that she was still taking care of the dove very intently. I slowly turned around and stopped bothering her.

Chen Shanshan is not as beautiful as the queen's face, but she is not as cruel as the queen. She is like Cinderella falling into the dust, with a kind heart! You are always the most beautiful, even if you are not the best in my heart.

There is a pine tree in front of our dormitory window.

Its branches are tall and straight, resolute and motionless, which can not help but remind people of the soldiers stationed in the frontier, majestic and majestic, just like meditation.

Spring is the season when all flowers are in full bloom. Thousands of smiling faces are in full bloom, competing with each other and being very lively. But this has nothing to do with it, it just silently appreciates and is willing to be a foil.

The higher the temperature rises, the sultry summer will follow, and the heat wave will cause ripples. As long as you stand still, you will soon be sweating and rosy. Flowers that used to be proud and gorgeous should lower their noble heads, and the lower they are, the more they bend until they can't stand up straight, and then they will be noble. At this moment, they can only wither, while the pine trees stand alone in the hot sun without saying a word. The verdant arms set up a green shade for people, but they don't ask for anything in return.

Summer passed quietly, autumn was crisp, Wan Li was cloudless, and my heart was broad. After a misty rain, it was refreshing. Soon, the rain gradually stopped, and the beautiful road surface like ice crystals lingered in the warm sunshine like Hetian jade, which was dazzling and refreshing. Combined with a dark rhyme, it extended along the winding path, blossomed and exposed everything, wetting the red leaves and hay scattered on the barren slope. The former is light and transparent, and the latter is full of youth, but the pine tree is not disturbed at all, with water droplets all over it.

Autumn went to winter, and in a blink of an eye, it was a skinny, heartless and indifferent winter. A heavy snow with goose feathers came and went in a hurry. The snow covered with trees was white, curled down and poured down like a waterfall, splashing a silver needle-like leaf and fluttering slightly in the breeze. My mind is full of withered white, but as long as I look closely, I find that there seems to be uneven green in the white. That's it! It is evergreen all the year round!

The four seasons cycle, the beautiful scenery is unpredictable, and the unchanging figure will always be it. The pine tree is unique and the most beautiful scenery on its own side.

I deeply admire the pine tree for its selfless love and chastity.

My grandmother's home is in the countryside of Suzhou, which is isolated from the hustle and bustle of the city, leaving only the curling smoke, the long hometown water and the "Biluochun" brewed by her grandmother. ...

In midsummer July, the sun hangs in the blue sky like a fireball, and the clouds seem to melt and disappear without a trace. Walking, I suddenly felt the breeze blowing gently and took a few steps. Sure enough, I saw a quiet river shuttling between ancient towns.

When all was silent, I crept for fear of breaking this unique silence. Is this river like a jade mirror, like a cold jade, or is it moss? For an instant, I was shocked and didn't know how to describe it. Of course, my biggest concern is why the sun is so cold. Take a closer look and find the reason. When the red sun was at the head, it just plunged into the middle of the river, and colorful bands of light were scattered on the water. As if intoxicated by the sparkling water, the ribbon took off layers of robes and became dots, just like the blush on the shy face of a beautiful girl.

The breeze is blowing gently, a group of wild ducks are blowing leisurely, and then some dragonflies come in. Isn't this the scene of "a little water flying slowly"?

Inadvertently, a sunset was thrown into the water. Looking up, a Jiangnan girl with a long braid is washing clothes by the water with a wooden stick. Birds are singing softly on her head, and swallows are whispering in her ear. She gently wiped away the pearl-like sweat. Smoke curled up in the distance, and the hazy blue bricks and white tiles were faintly visible. I have no intention of leaving. I don't know whether I am intoxicated with this paradise-like beauty or nostalgic for the angelic beauty of Suzhou.

People and scenery are really harmonious at this moment. I stood at the window and looked into the distance. From time to time, several cows are calling calves, and several people are driving livestock. Sitting at the table, I danced with my heart, my thoughts floated to the sky, my sadness melted into the water, and I wrote a poem-Venice in the East.

I don't know how many people have been intoxicated by the water in this rural area, how many feelings have been integrated and how many years of cultural heritage have been nourished. It's getting dark, the moonlight is like water, and the water is like sky, independent of the water's edge. I thought quietly: In this "back garden of China culture", the water in the countryside has intoxicated the literati and there is a little me. ...

You are the most beautiful composition in my heart. In my life, you are my mother, which has always influenced my growth. You are the most beautiful scenery in my heart.

When I was in primary school, you always paid little attention to my study, because you asked me to develop good independent study habits and finish my homework consciously without supervision. It is because of you that I have formed this good habit. Let me finish my homework quickly and leave a lot of time to review.

You often seldom go home, so I learned to cook early. I remember when I first started studying, I was very disobedient and refused to cook. Later, I was so hungry that I picked up a spoon and started cooking. I made a mess of the kitchen when I first started cooking. I spilled salt and water on the ground ... when I was about to give up, you told me that you would succeed slowly. You taught me with your hands, and I learned a lesson carefully. This scene has been echoing in my heart, which makes me remember it vividly. You taught me to cook, which made me a step towards independence.

I often do things by halves. You taught me to persist. I remember that time, I suddenly had an impulse to embroider cross-stitch and cried for you to buy me one. You told me that I would never finish the embroidery, so I didn't buy it, but I promised you that I would finish it. You chose to trust me, so you bought me one. Since then, I have been embroidering every day, but a month has passed and I have lost interest in cross-stitch. Suddenly one day, I saw you holding cross-stitch and embroidering it seriously. I ran over and asked you, "What are you doing with cross stitch?" Mother said, "I want to compare with you to see who can embroider better." I thought confidently, "I must win." I didn't care much later. One day, my mother said to me with a semi-finished product, "I'm almost finished embroidering, and you?" I bowed my head guiltily and said, "I'm almost finished." Since then, I have worked hard every day and finally finished the embroidery before my mother finished it.

I won the game, and I smiled proudly at my trophy. From then on, I will never do anything by halves.

I learned to stand on my own two feet. You taught me to stand on my own feet. You will always be the most beautiful scenery in my heart.

Your most beautiful composition in my heart 10 In life, people divide beauty into internal beauty, external beauty, moral beauty and professional beauty ... but in my heart, spiritual beauty is the most precious. It is simpler, truer and more beautiful than any kind of beauty. In our life, there are a group of such people who are volunteers.

They always appear when people need help most. In the morning, they always sweep back and forth on the railing in the middle of the road. They don't want to get paid for cleaning, but just want people to live, work and study in a clean environment. In the afternoon, when others are taking a nap, they clean up the lunch boxes left by others after eating in the scorching sun. At night, when others are off work and eating, they are helping the traffic police direct traffic.

During the Olympic Games, people watched TV at home and waited for this great ceremony. They were helping some foreigners to show the way, introduce clubs and ease traffic.

During the May 12 earthquake, they rushed to the disaster area at the first time, not afraid of the danger of aftershocks, and their lives were hard. Some of them comfort some people who have lost their loved ones, some help find those who are still alive, and some provide material help to those who don't eat or drink, and no one pays. They help those who suffer selflessly. They only have one belief, that is, to let those displaced in the earthquake feel the warmth of their families.

The hearts of those volunteers are so white and flawless, without a trace of distractions, and their spirit is so great. This is the most beautiful person in my heart-volunteer. I hope we can all repay the society like them.

Your most beautiful composition in my mind is 1 1. You are just a passer-by in my life, but you left me a beautiful scenery. That man is a friend of mine. (come straight to the point. )

I met him in an art class, and from the beginning, we became a pair of good friends who were inseparable and talked about everything. Explain the reasons for the change. )

That time, as usual, we went to the art class to study. After school, you invited me to your house to play, and I happily agreed. So, after lunch, we went to the lawn downstairs. We caught crickets, butterflies and walked the dog together and had a good time. When we sweat, we sit on the grass together, chat against the tree and enjoy the wonderful childhood. After a short rest, I came back to life, chasing and laughing together. Gesticulating and talking, you listen quietly like my loyal audience. We were all very happy that day, and it was not until the evening that I reluctantly said goodbye to you. Sincerity is an advantage, and this paragraph can be regarded as the foreshadowing of the full text at most. )

It's another Friday, but I haven't seen that familiar figure for a long time. I can't help but feel a little lost. I lost my usual happiness when I got home. I didn't know you had moved to Guangzhou until Monday. I was very sad to learn that, and my eyes were full of tears, which lingered for a long time. Every time I call, we will share the harvest of the day, the new things around us, ask each other about our study and recall our childhood together. I hope you will work hard on the selection and description of your composition in the future, and also carefully consider the teacher's explanation in class. )

You and I spent an unforgettable childhood together. My childhood was full of joy because of you. I felt pure friendship and left beautiful scenery in my heart!

Your most beautiful composition in my heart 12 In my heart, there are a group of people who put their lives at risk. Sometimes they can't sleep all day, but they still insist on giving themselves to us.

They are called angels in white. Yes, they always think, but I think they can get this title because they have an angelic heart.

Recently, a new virus hit, and everyone knows that this virus is an infectious disease. Many people don't believe that they are infected with this virus. It should be that everyone wants to stay as far away from these people as possible. However, a group of them were unknown in angels in white, but armed to the teeth, and came to their most common local hospital. They work day and night and can't even go home during the Spring Festival. Their families also have relatives and children, but their country needs them, so they are eager for a small family.

When I know that many people are asking around at this critical moment, which has caused the spread and spread of the virus, my anger arises spontaneously, because their behavior makes the most respectable and lovely people more tired and makes the day of meeting their relatives more distant.

I remember watching an interview on TV. The interviewee turned out to be angels in white. He said he was a little scared at first, but he was not afraid when he put on this dress. She smiled and raised her hand as she spoke. In fact, the suit may not completely guarantee his safety, but he still insists on protecting our safety there.

Dear angels in white, you risked your life to protect our safety. You are the most beautiful in my heart.

You took away the story of time in my most beautiful composition 13, but some people are always the most beautiful scenery in my heart.

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Even if the years fly by, even if the meat cleaver of time leaves a mark on your face, you are still as beautiful as you remember.

get through

Open the old photos, the camera will always freeze your smile, and the young face is filled with happiness. My mother has fair skin and soft black hair, but she is so beautiful that there is no makeup on her cheeks. Dad is a young man, and the unruly teenager is still hanging on his face, holding a little me in his hand and making faces at the camera. Turn the photo album back. By this time, you have matured a lot. Mom's hair has been curled, and Dad's hair has been covered with moss. You sit on the lawn and I tremble among you.

at present

Take your eyes back from the photo album, look at you recently, work hard for your life, and look haggard a lot.

Mom used to believe that cleanliness is beauty, but now she has bought a lot of cosmetics, hoping to cover up the traces of time with these chemicals. Sitting on the dresser, my mother was absorbed in smearing something on the mirror, and some wrinkles unconsciously climbed up the corner of her eyes. Her skin lost its former whiteness, her complexion was dull, and her daubed hands became shriveled from daily work. Mom suddenly asked, "What happened? Not bad! " With a little smug color on his face. "Well, yes, much younger." Yes, you are young, just like you were in the previous photos.

Dad used to be full of energy and was a Popeye in my mind. He always plays with me when he comes home from work, and now he leans on the sofa when he comes back from work, with a backache. I used to be afraid of entertainment, but now I want to hide when I listen.

future

My parents used to hold up my world with broad shoulders, mend toys for me with dexterous big hands and encourage me to move forward with warm smiles. But in the future, perhaps the shoulders that hold up my world will no longer be broad, and the hands that repair toys for me will become increasingly clumsy, but in my eyes, my parents will always be the most beautiful scenery in my heart!

Your most beautiful composition in my heart 14 The most beautiful scenery I have ever seen is the seven-color rainbow, which is the mother under the rainbow.

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"Ah, it's raining!" Raindrops fell from the sky and smacked on my nose. At this time, my mother is driving me home by bike, which is far from home.

"Come down quickly." Mom, stop the car, take out the only raincoat in the basket and put it on for me at once. "What would you do?" I look at you, a little worried. Nothing, just a little rain. Let's leave now. You smiled as if you had been through many battles.

But in a short time, raindrops like soybeans actually fell from the sky, and I hugged my mother's waist and felt sour in my heart. You pedaled quickly and said to me, "sit still and be careful not to get wet!" " "In front of you, you are so tall and beautiful ... you are my umbrella, sheltering me from the wind and rain. Raindrops wet your hair, clothes and pants. Tears accumulated in my eyes bit by bit and soon flowed down. I hold you tight and return home for a hundred years.

Home, you are all wet, but I am not wet at all. I'll get a towel for my mother to wipe, and see that you are wet. I feel really bad in my heart

I took you to take a shower and change your clothes. The rain stopped outside the window and a rainbow appeared. I dragged you downstairs to take pictures with my camera. In the lens, there are traces of years in the corner of your eyes and red blood in your eyes, but your figure is still slender, your hair is still black and your smile is still bright. There is a colorful love bridge in the sky behind you. White clouds are fluttering, the fiery red sun is shining with golden light ... you are the most beautiful scenery in my heart.

Mom, you care about me, love me and give me the most delicate love. You are my most solid support and warm harbor ... The most beautiful scenery I have ever seen is a seven-color rainbow, under which is my mother.

Mom, you are the most beautiful scenery in my heart!

You are the most beautiful composition in my heart, 15 youth, flower-like age, flower-like you and me, writing the most beautiful time in life.

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Time is like an hourglass, passing by little by little; But unlike the hourglass, you can start all over again. Maybe it was the casual moment when we met. Since then, there has been one more person's position in each other's hearts; Since then, life has been full of laughter.

I still remember when I was young, we would always go home hand in hand, facing the sunset and taking the same steps. At that time, I didn't know what tacit understanding was. I thought about it and did it. Looking back now, you and I hit it off so well then. Hand in hand, we walked along the path by the river, with the laughter of rustling leaves, our shadows snuggled closer and hid in the depths of the forest together.

I still remember the night before primary school graduation, we sat under the pomegranate tree and talked about our dreams. Suddenly, you turned your head and said firmly, "I want to go to the same middle school with you and go to the same place with you!" " I was stunned and only answered one word "good". At that time, pomegranate flowers were in full bloom, and the flowers in the moonlight were more crimson and full of vitality. You are so persistent in front of me that I can't take my eyes off you. Usually, I always take care of you who is in poor health, but at this moment, I suddenly found out that I am actually the one who is protected. I always drag you to play and go home together. I think I'm protecting you. Now that I think about it, I'm actually afraid of loneliness. Maybe this is the tacit understanding between us.

Youth, the best time, I will spend it with you. Happy days with you are like twinkling stars. I put it in the wishing bottle in my heart, hoping it can take root and make you laugh.

Time flies, you and I have lost our childlike innocence; What remains unchanged is the hearts that cherish each other. Thank you for your time. Let me meet you.

If life is like a train running in a straight line, then youth is the starting point of life. You said you would accompany me to see all the beautiful scenery in the world, but honey, I want to tell you that you are the most beautiful time in my heart.