Qianying
Close your eyes, listen to the whispering voice of the wind, enjoy the gentle caress of nature, and a familiar fragrance suddenly drifts over; open your eyes and welcome me It is not the yellow and withered leaves, nor the dejected grass, nor the desolate and lonely land with the bleak autumn wind, but a wilderness of flowing green color. Trees and flowers are scattered randomly on this emerald green stream. Listen carefully to the echo of nature, "rustling, rustling" - it turns out that autumn brings us this extraordinary greeting gift.
"Come on, come on!" Qiu's figure moved lightly. Just a moment ago, she was still there looking for the shadow of butterflies. In the blink of an eye, she was sitting on the banyan tree swing again and waving to me with a smile. I couldn't help but Unable to resist the temptation of autumn, I jump and follow the beautiful shadow of autumn.
The bees and butterflies surrounded the butterfly array on the sea of ??flowers, and the bees and butterflies were dancing in full swing. I felt as if I had turned into a butterfly and joined them. They seemed to welcome my like-minded partner very much. They took my hand and warmly invited me to share the gift of autumn. Colorful cockscombs and small and medium-sized yellow spotted daisies also came to add to the fun, icing on the cake among the flowers.
A cool breeze blew gently, and a feeling of warmth surged in my heart. This warm current flows slowly into my heart and never stops. The lush green fields dotted with traces of yellow replace the colorful fields of withered flowers. This is the boundless vision of autumn. Like spring, she is considerate, gentle and pleasant; like winter, she often brings many unexpected surprises to us autumn lovers; sometimes, she is the replica of summer, lively, enthusiastic, full of vigor and vitality; But sometimes, she mischievously blows down a few golden leaves. She feels that the colorful nature is what people long for.
Qiu is like a girl with dual personalities, sometimes introverted and sometimes extroverted, making her thoughts unpredictable.
Autumn is like an invisible veil, dressing up the beautiful nature.
Autumn, like a winding path, leads us to appreciate a new world.
Let us close our eyes again and feel the different autumn sounds...
Chasing the traces of nature
The cool autumn breeze blows by The tips of my ears flowed into my heart, bringing the breath of autumn, and I sang "Autumn" in my heart.
Walking with light steps, outlining a happy mood, humming soothing songs, walk into the "forest of dreams".
Wandering on the stone road by the lake, I was greeted by the cool autumn wind, which was rustling, not humid, but filled with my good mood. Lun and I strolled, getting rid of the heavy study burden, greedily absorbing the fresh air, very slowly, but very romantic. It is indeed inspiring to be with the breeze, the lake as your friend, and breathe in the breath of nature.
I stopped suddenly, with enthusiasm welling up in my heart. I squatted down and looked down. I saw the clear lake water with rippling blue waves. The gravel, sand and stones in the water were clearly visible. I could clearly see the moss in the water. I I immediately found the answer. It was the moss that dyed the lake green, and the reflections of countless tall stone pillar lamps surrounding the lake, forming a moist forest, because of the green, the deep and shallow green, and the tree trunk-like stone pillar lamps. , I gently stroked the water surface with two fingers, and sang "Let's Swing the Two Pussy" in my heart.
I stood up and looked around. A large turquoise lake was surrounded by still dark green trees on the opposite side of the lake. It looked like green paint, like a painter's hearty masterpiece, but it was not here. Deep, there is shallow, there is no pattern, but a uniform green, the green is light at the top and dark at the bottom. It comes from the pen full of passion, creating an elegant style, which is really amazing.
Looking up, the Egret Goddess is smiling at us. She is not smiling, just looking at us, but it gives me an illusion. I look closely and see that she is standing on a huge rock in the lake, resting on her knees. Kneeling, looking to this side, there was a slender egret standing on my shoulder. The egret held its chest and neck high, and its crest was particularly prominent. It stood quietly, standing... I accidentally discovered the egret. I was surprised by the goddess's long hair. It was the longest hair I had ever seen. It grew like a small waterfall and was immersed in the water with no end in sight. The goddess stands on the stone like a mermaid, which is obviously the symbol of Bailu State.
I finally stopped walking, and He Lun ran freely on the wide and flat lawn with the lake on his back. He hadn't been so relaxed for a long time, and for a while he completely forgot about "Don't step on the lawn." Suddenly we saw a group of pigeons flying into the distance. We ran even more wildly, chasing after them.
We came to a clearing full of pigeons. I rarely deal with pigeons and a sense of surprise arose spontaneously. I looked at them carefully, never letting a beautiful pigeon slip under my nose. Most of the pigeons in this group have colorful feathers, and the colors are from dark to light from the head to the tail, 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 are from dark gray to light gray with some dark red on the neck, and some are from dark brown to light red with some gray on the neck... I suddenly found a white pigeon, no, two, white The pigeon is the rarest among this group of pigeons, and it is also my favorite because it is white. It is only white from top to bottom. It is so pure, simple and not gorgeous. It is precisely because it is all white that it has become a symbol of purity and sanctity in my heart. . I sowed some raw corn and grain seeds to attract the attention of the white pigeons. I saw them bend their necks and peck at the food again and again with their thin mouths. After they were satisfied, they walked leisurely and stretched their necks. It shrunk, which made me feel proud.
They flew away habitually, spreading their wings and hovering in the air, flying to places we can't see, flying into the autumn in my heart, chasing the traces of nature...
The lingering wind·The sadness of wandering
The light yellow is mixed with a little green, and the fallen leaves ripple in the vast sky in the autumn wind.
In the four seasons, the pretty spring always gives me fresh vitality, the naughty summer brings me shocking encouragement, and the deep winter tells me my secret thoughts. And autumn brings me a touch of sadness.
I don’t know when, I began to have a mood called wandering, and my melancholy slowly rippled in this windy season. Gradually growing up, for some inexplicable reason, I fell in love with that sad season, autumn...
When autumn comes, I always like to walk by the lake alone, counting the number of cobblestones making the road, and feeling the beauty of autumn. Breath...
The wind in autumn is gentle and thin, but extremely cold. It passed over the maple trees, and pieces of red maple danced and whirled up to the ground, covering the bare ground with a veil. The rich and sad fragrance filled the whole world, and the gentle falling petals were floating in the blue sky. The petals rippled continuously until the petal tips touched the clear lake surface and began to move.
There are ripples in my heart, the beautiful autumn. A beautiful picture has no flaws and is full of harmony. The bleak autumn wind, the pattering autumn rain, the whirling fallen leaves, the fluttering falling flowers... They stay quietly in their corner, 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 ripple. Autumn itself is nothingness, and most of the creatures in autumn are disappearing mist. Look at it this way, autumn is sad. However, it is probably this poignancy that makes me add a touch of pity to my love for autumn...
Picking up the scattered yellow leaves, the brown veins on the leaves are extremely clear. , thinking of the clear strings of the piano, listening attentively, the faint and resentful sound of the piano came with the wind, is it an illusion? Is it true? The smell of fallen leaves has the bitterness of dissolution, stained by the traces of hesitant tears. Is it the widow who is nostalgic for the life that has passed away? The wind kissed the fallen leaves, let go and let them fly. There is no need to be attached to it, just remember its unpretentious freedom before it disappears. Every fallen leaf contains a story, and there are many stories in autumn. Falling in love with the fairy tales in autumn, and falling in love with the autumn in fairy tales...
The lake is silent most of the time. It is like a thick yet clear blue crystal. Accompanied by the smell of autumn, it looks more like a gentle and charming girl, standing quietly. The autumn wind carries the fallen leaves swirling, and the leaves gently touch the lake surface. The lake surface becomes more melancholy because of these fallen leaves. In the lost autumn, there is not only the disappearing mist, but also the scattered yellow, and there are also a few beating bright greens. Autumn is not the end of all living things. There is also a hint of perseverance in its sad and sad tenderness. My love for autumn is probably as firm as this ray of perseverance.
The autumn wind kisses the fallen leaves goodbye, and I say goodbye to the past; the fallen leaves say nothing, and the past says nothing. When I step on the fallen leaves, I send my blessings to the wind. Yes, no matter how beautiful the past was, it can only disappear with the fallen leaves.
The gears of life will never stop, just like no matter how many lives disappear, autumn never stops!
In the autumn wind, peel off layers of yellowed memories and accept the baptism of wind and rain. After the autumn wind has passed, a transformed girl is bathing in the fragrance of autumn with a smile...
Autumn Love
The sky has revealed a hint of coolness, maybe it is the naughty little brother Sun who is playing. Tired, taking a short rest. The hot summer is finally over, and with the cool autumn breeze, we embark on a journey into nature.
Autumn has arrived, and the tender green grass has quietly changed into slightly yellow children's clothes. Most of them look full of energy, but only a small part of the grass is so tired that they lie on the ground and sleep soundly. Lying on the grass, these cute straw dolls started to be naughty again. Now they pricked me with their needle-like grass tips, and then they all tickled me, leaving me with "no place to stand." Wow, you are really "excessive". Roll up your sleeves and join the ranks!
When I was tired from playing, I said goodbye to Caowawa and continued my journey. Alas, these naughty idiots "painted" yellow and green lines on my clothes and pants.
Hi! Hello, Sister Hua'er, you are so beautiful. The colorful flower skirt makes you more charming and charming. Your dancing posture is really unparalleled in the world. When the wind blows, you will dance gracefully, like a fairy descending to earth. Great dancer! At this time, a fragrant smell was refreshing. It turned out that Sister Huaer had sprayed perfume.
Hey, what is this? Like long braids, hanging straight to the ground, oh, I understand, this is Grandpa Dashu’s white beard. "Hello, Grandpa Dashu." I said hello to Grandpa Shu politely. Carefully looking up, I saw Grandpa Tree standing tall and erect in front of me. Although the vicissitudes of his face were engraved with traces of years, his vigorous and heroic posture still made him radiant and the scenery remained the same. The wind blew, the roots swayed gently, and the leaves rustled. At this time, Grandpa Tree was stroking his snow-white beard while telling me his wonderful and magical story. Shh, don't make a sound! Listen, the "rustling" sound is Grandpa Shu's wonderful speech.
When I was tired, I came to the lake and sat on the stone bench. The sky is so blue and stretches as far as the eye can see; the clouds are so white and unpredictable; the water is so green and so beautiful. The golden sunlight shines on the water, sparkling with microwaves, and the golden light shines; the egret spreads its wings and flies high, leisurely, and its white figure is like a piece of crystal clear, flawless white jade. Close your eyes, let the cool autumn wind blow over your cheeks, let the birds sing in your ears, throw away all worries, let them fly beyond the sky, let them fly into the depths of the universe. Full of joy, I play with the grass, float with the white clouds, fly with the egrets, and sing with the birds! Appreciate the graceful dancing of the flowers and listen to Grandpa Tree's sweet stories...
Autumn, although there is no romantic scene like "frost leaves are as red as February flowers" as imagined, nor is there a "bleak autumn wind" "The sad scene, but she has a soft color beauty, she is like a loving mother gently touching me, coaxing me to sleep, making me indulge in it...
I love Qiu, I love her "softness" even more.
Autumn Dream
Looking at the crystal clear resin in my hand, it is more precious than a gem. Because it supports my dream and makes this wish in autumn.
I discovered this resin accidentally. When I was leaning on the tree and dreaming about beautiful dreams, I saw a golden bead attached to the branch. It was full of texture, as if it contained the sweetness and harvest of the dream. I carefully took it off the branch. Put it in the palm of your hand. Just where it was originally connected to the branch, a blue scar was left, deeply burned into the delicate branch. I lovingly preserve the "dream" in my heart.
Now, I quietly ask myself: Do you still remember? The autumn there cannot bear to turn yellow, but still retains its spring temperament. A green tree-like shade, thousands of flowers blooming. There is no slack or withering.
There is also that tree, the tree where I once found my dream from its branches. It is like a giant umbrella that holds up the sky and blocks the rain, allowing me to lean on it. Its branches and leaves It also has a delicate, gentle and elegant charm. The delicate and dense leaves are like the bright stars in the dark night. Every branch is so smooth, delicate, simple and fashionable.
Looking up at the sky, an egret flies across the silent sky, intertwining with its back to form a realistic ink painting. That painting is still reflected in my memory.
The layers of clouds are like the little girl's beloved white gauze skirt. The clouds as thin as light smoke are like slight ripples on the lake, rushing towards the sky boundlessly.
Sitting on the grass, the still green grass made me reluctant to sit down, for fear of hurting its young life.
When you pick up a fallen leaf from the grass, its veins are extremely clear. Does it only show the essence of life when it dies?
I looked at the resin in my hand again. At this time, the resin became a magnifying glass. Through it, I could clearly see the dream:
Rocks, beaches, blue sea, In the green grassy fields, there is a palace in Andersen's fairy tales. Every child is a lovely prince and princess in the palace, enjoying the harmony and beauty of nature. There is no yellow sand all over the sky and no dry ridges. Only these clouds, this grass, this egret...
That green autumn...
The golden dream...
The lakeside in late autumn
The sky is far away from me, the lake is close to me, and the wild geese are watching me.
I met with my classmates by the Yuandang Lake in late autumn, but I went alone and happily went on the road to find the wonderful scenery deep in my soul.
The sickle has already eaten the fragrance of rice, and the cold winter is coming, but it cannot drive away the scent of late autumn like the setting sun - although it is the last but the strongest breath. Yes, it doesn’t matter in the end, but it reminds me to quickly record this rare nature!
Walking on the stone path by the lake, I saw the cool autumn wind, and the lake water seemed to be tempted by it and danced with excitement. Although it is not the sea, it has the charm of "the autumn wind is bleak and the waves are rising". Looking into the distance, there is such a "sea" by the lake. It is generally green and surging in the wind, but it is not a cold and proud water wave, but a warm and approachable sea of ??grass! A deep and shallow green, deep yet brilliant. I don’t want to take the artificial road anymore and selfishly walk on the natural carpet. ah! Although it is uneven, it is as gentle as hills, and there is also the sound of "sizzling" water - Xiaocao, it didn't hurt you, did it? I haven't seen enough grass, and the flowers are confusing me. The flowers in late autumn are not as delicate as spring, nor as enthusiastic as summer, but they have a rare maturity at this time. Laughing in the blowing autumn wind, enduring the test in the autumn cold. Tenacious beauty, this is the spirit of late autumn flowers!
But the beauty of the lakeside in late autumn is not just the flowers and grass. Still plants are more interesting than moving birds. In the precipitated purple-red color of the crocodile tree, black and white shadows fluttered faintly. What elf is it? I stood under the tree, my heart swaying with the shadow. Oh, it's a turtle dove. It flies down on the grass, is it to trace the trajectory of the falling flowers of the sheep's hoof beetle, or to explore the mystery of the fallen leaves returning to their roots? It chirps and sings, is it singing about the late autumn by the lake, or is it taking stock of this year's harvest? The thoughts of birds are as unpredictable as this autumn. Hey, why is it flying? Looking carefully, there are small mushrooms on the grass, presumably they are blocking the birds. Little Umbrella, why do you drive away those who appreciate autumn like me? Is it to protect the grass, or do you think it is stealing the spotlight from the autumn flowers?
The autumn wind took away the sound of play. On the lawn opposite, there were a dozen bright figures dancing faintly. They ran and jumped around the lake, letting the autumn wind help them make their beloved kites fly high in the sky beside the lake. Oh, children, how eagerly I ask you, why do you always let your hearts fly at this moment? You must want the kite to take your hearts to the lakeside in late autumn.
Beautiful times are always light and shadow, like magical soap bubbles. Why does the moment of parting with the lakeside come so early? Looking at the lakeside that was about to be far away, I suddenly regretted why I didn't record it with words and film.
Why regret it? The lakeside in late autumn told me that the real autumn scenery is in your heart.
Autumn
I have loved autumn inexplicably, ever since I was sensible. For some reason, I don’t like the vitality of spring, the enthusiasm of summer, and the purity of winter, but I love this contradiction. of autumn.
The reason why it is said to be contradictory is that during this season a large number of creatures die and a large number of creatures mature. It is decadent and desolate, but also joyful and vibrant. Just like people's complex emotions, pain and happiness. Just like a person's life, it's not all pain, but it's not too perfect either. There's a little bit of every taste.
Actually, I prefer the sad side of Qiu.
Look at the dead leaves flying like butterflies, swirling in the air, round and round, like a waltz. The wind stops and the leaves fall. They must eventually fall off and return to their roots. Gently, slowly, still nostalgic for the branches that once gave it support. Dead leaves, are you reluctant to part with them? Are you crying? There is always too much helplessness in the world.
Look at the withered grass, covering the earth like a quilt. They held hands and pressed their bodies against the earth. Even if the wind blows, it can no longer blow them. They are old, hunchbacked, and no longer have the frivolity of their youth. At this time, they are only willing to use their thin bodies to give it the last bit of simple warmth - the earth - their old friend. If you have pity on them, step over them. Let their hearts be closer to the heart of the earth.
Every time I see these, I always think of my grandparents. They are over half a century old, but they still want to do something for their children and grandchildren, but they can only stand tremblingly in the wind, coughing even if they take a step. Under that deep love, there is such helplessness and sadness.
Qiu, I love your decadence and sad side. Because I understand that the dead leaves fall to turn into nutrients and nourish the trees; the dead grass turns yellow to make the green earth more beautiful in the coming year. All of this is out of their love. The leaves love the trees, and the grass loves the ground. What a strong, deep love this is! Only with such love in your heart can you sacrifice for what you love with a smile. The desolation of autumn is just to make other seasons more beautiful. Seek love beyond what you have.
I hope that those who love autumn will also have the same love as autumn.
Enjoy the sounds of nature
Under the blue sky and snow-white clouds, I sat quietly on the green grass, sometimes looking up at the sky, sometimes looking at the beauty of all things, and enjoying the reverberation of the sounds of nature... …
Listening requires a state of mind, just like the Zen mind in Buddhism. Only when the mind is clear of distracting thoughts can you listen to the laughter of flowers and the murmur of butterflies; if you are distracted, you will never be able to calm down. Come and listen, maybe you think you heard it, but all you hear is noise like debris, but you can't enjoy the beauty of nature...
Listen! The birds opened their loud voices, and the cheerful songs, mellow and crisp, chirped on the trees, making people's hearts ripple. The beautiful songs, like beautiful music, made people's hearts slightly rippling. The water waves rise and fall...
The songs of birds still echo in the forest... but the protagonist at this time has long been replaced by the wind that has never left a trace. At this moment, another gust of wind gently touched my face, and I heard the "whirring" song. Only this can witness the passing of the wind and the existence of the wind. The wind in the four seasons is like an ups and downs song. Sometimes it is tender and watery, making people cry; sometimes it is turbulent and shocking. Perhaps only by listening to the melody of the wind can you appreciate the beauty of the four seasons!
The arrival of the wind shook the dewdrops off the flowers. "Tick-tick-tick", the sound is so beautiful, it seems that the big-name star is singing a cappella for us. The crystal water drops dripping on the soil, accompanied by the fragrance of the soil, lead us to a new beautiful scenery: I also change He played the role and became the poet Taibai, tasting the world's fine wines, listening to the eternal masterpieces, and creating masterpieces for all generations. That seductive feeling is so wonderful!
On the hillside in the distance, a few familiar children's songs were heard. Ah, they are playing with the handkerchief. The touching children's songs hooked my soul like mellow wine, making me unable to help but have the urge to join in. No matter how childish it is. After all, this song represents our childhood and our past. This return to the sweetness of nature, this song of the integration of man and nature, is a swan song among the sounds of nature!
In my ears, those sounds of nature are still ringing, accompanied by the sounds of bees working, the sounds of butterflies playing, and the solos of those insects, forming the most beautiful and expensive song in the world. , this fascinating song, like "Guangling" back then, is elusive. And I, the beloved of God, in this place far away from the world, heard the divine music far away from the world, I can really call myself the beloved of God, haha...
The sky is blue and blue; the clouds are snow-white. . I am still lying on the green grass, listening to the music of all things and savoring the beauty of nature. At this moment, deep in my soul, I suddenly feel enlightened. This is the enjoyment given to me by the sound of nature. It is a trace of beauty and a trace of tranquility deep in my soul...
Spring Love
I like it Hot summer, deep autumn, cold winter.
But what I like more is the warm and sunny spring. I love the silent spring rain; I love the cool spring breeze; I love all the vitality that dances on the earth...
——"I don't know who cuts out the thin leaves. The spring breeze is like scissors.
The cool spring breeze blows by, and the wind carries the fragrance of earth, mixed with the fragrance of grass, making people feel the breath of spring.
< p>The wind blows by, and the rain is refreshing. It is the early spring wind that awakens the earth, which has been sleeping for the whole winter and happily opens its eyes again. < /p>——“Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen.
Rain is a symbol of spring. It is the rain that gives spring life.
At the beginning of the spring rain, there were still bright raindrops, and they fell evenly on the ground. Then came the dark clouds and heavy rain. The fields suddenly turned into strings of crystal bead curtains.
The spring rain selflessly nourishes the earth. It is it that moistens the grass, flowers, and spring. All things become full of vitality and vitality under the nourishment of spring rain.
——"Two orioles sang in the crisp willows, and a row of egrets ascended to the blue sky."
White lotus-like clouds dotted the blue sky. In spring, everything is full of vitality.
Look, the grass poked its head out and looked at the outside world with novelty; look, the soft wicker gently swept the river bank with the gentle spring breeze; look, the colorful flowers were all vying for beauty. They opened up unexpectedly; look, the cute little swallow is standing on the wire, seeming to be composing an ode to spring.
Although spring has passed, the memory she left me is so beautiful that even though winter has arrived, I still miss her...
Hidden friendship
p>I gently picked up a leaf from the ground and covered my eyes with it. But it couldn't hide the passion surging in my heart.
I am a "little leaf" in the world. I play and fly between heaven and earth. I enjoy playing in nature. Once upon a time, I was so free and happy. Now, a little bit of desire suddenly overflowed in my heart. I long to be in this nature. Find a close friend, find another "little leaf". The wind brought me to Bailuzhou, Xiamen, where I met Yichen.
The long-hidden longing in my chest seemed to explode in an instant. Countless little leaves were flying, and I only paid attention to it for one morning. We held our little hands and ran forward... It was already late autumn, but everything in front of us still seemed to be full of poetic spring. I walked quickly and danced with the wind. I was infected all morning. I jumped among the flowers, jumped on the grass, and ran under the shade of the trees. I couldn't help but chant a little poem. Perhaps, only by facing nature without a trace of dirt or gunpowder smoke can I let go of happiness so easily, and can I play carefree with my friends...
One Morning Laughing, I laughed too, and the laughter turned into a testimony of friendship, rippling in each other's hearts and drifting away faintly...
I thought that friendship is hard to find.
It turns out that friendship can be so simple when facing nature.
Nature has a broad mind. She accepts everything tolerantly. She welcomes us with open arms, and Yichen and I embrace nature without hesitation. Stretching slightly, I greedily breathed in the air, feeling and feeling the different breath...
I quietly hid in the wind, preparing to play hide-and-seek with Yichen. Unbeknownst to her, she started playing with butterflies and bees. The two "little leaves" have been integrated into nature, and we are flying and dancing in the sky...
We are happily confused, sweetly ignorant, and happily losing our worries in this world...
< p> Tired of playing, we came to the lakeside. The calm water surface formed a huge contrast with our unstable mood. We lay down and looked at the white clouds in the sky, feeling much more at ease. I suddenly had a lot of feelings, and I suddenly wanted to talk to my friends about my troubles. We looked at the pure and transparent clouds, chatting, chatting... It turns out that the clouds are also our "little leaves"'s good friends!Suddenly, a strong wind blew hard across my cheek, and a feeling that a storm was coming weighed heavily on my heart. When I was at a loss, a pair of hands—the hand of friendship—clasped my hand tightly. In the bottom of my heart, a warmth suddenly rose up, and then spread all over my body. It's also strange that the wind has stopped and the sky is still so clear.
I turned around and looked at Yichen. She had her eyes closed and seemed to be enjoying nature. I laughed, my smile was naturally silly. No matter how terrible the wind and rain are, it will become pale and weak under the magic wand of friendship. It will not let friendship disappear, but will only make our friendship more deeply rooted. ...
"Dixin! Yichen! Friendship lasts forever!" We stood up and shouted facing the lake. These are two small "leaves" telling the world about their friendship - the friendship they hide in each other's hearts and the friendship they hide in nature.
In nature, our belonging is friendship.
The shout quietly disappeared above the lake as if it had never appeared...
But the friendship continued from then on...
My heart The other half
The feeling that sunshine gives people is always healthy, bright, soft and not sloppy. And the best sunshine is in Switzerland. It's like the Creator separated from the other side of the earth, showing its unique side. At the foot of the Alps, next to Royal, there is a wooden house of my own. I call it "The Listening House".
Every morning, I always wake up to the smell of flowers at the door. If I don’t wake up, the Alpine birds will come to call me or the refreshing mountain breeze will accompany Royal. The sound of gurgling streams, in short, they will never "spare" me! But it’s because of their naughty behavior that I never miss my date with the sun. The flowers at the door are often loved by their owners. They are fragrant but not beautiful, they can only be described as exquisite. It is a small photo of pink, white and purple cosmos. I raised it a few years ago, but before it could bloom, it withered inexplicably. It’s such a surprise to see it now. It's as if loved ones are back around again.
The cosmos is next to each other. The petals are not weak, but the branches are thin, too slender, and always bent. So that the flower faces the ground, making it difficult for people to find it. But as soon as I smelled the fragrance that was as cool as cold air and had a hint of apple, I knew there was a cosmos nearby. I hope there won’t be too many flowers, but not too few either. It would be best if I plant some jasmine and lilies tomorrow.
When I was thinking about what else to plant, the sun rose. It was bigger, rounder, and more dazzling than I had ever seen before! Across the mountains and forests, I really don’t know whether it’s the light coming through the forest or the secluded trees in the light. My cells are beating, and I want to come out to bask in the sun and shake hands with the sun. The Swiss sun shines like diamonds and is exciting. Even the most beautiful Luochun Lake and the foothills of Rose Mountain in Switzerland cannot compare to it.
I found a wooden boat sailing on the Loire River. Up and down, just lie down on the wooden boat and drift with the water, wherever it goes. All I saw was blue sky. The sky is so blue that I could pierce it with my hand. It's bright blue and almost dripping. Even the water dripping down is blue. Open your mouth and just fall in. Mmm, so sweet! Still ice cold. Later, the sound of birds gradually disappeared...
When I opened my eyes, the sky was already a little dark, and the universe was sleeping soundly at this time! And I, who am awake alone, am a character in a dream?
The stars must not be missing. How can this little life that can blink and discharge miss it? Let it tell a story for me! I like to listen to stories before going to bed, and I also like people who tell me stories before going to bed.
Oh, I'm sleepy...
Paper Boat
In autumn, Master Yu and my classmates visited Bailuzhou. Egret Island is the island in the middle of the lake among the Egret Islands. The fragrant grass is delicious and the fallen flowers are colorful. During this period, I sit or lie down with a happy expression. Suddenly a breeze blew up, and I felt relaxed and happy, as if I had left the weight of my studies behind in the sky.
Climb to the high platform to enjoy the view. The flowers are red, the grass is green, and the water is rippling, all as far as the eye can see.
Walking slowly, leaning on the railing near the lake and looking at it, I have the ambition of Meng De Jieshi. The chant says: The autumn wind is bleak and the waves are rising. Suddenly I saw a classmate put an origami boat in the water and let it drift in the wind. There started to be a breeze, and the boat sailed as if it were flat ground. Suddenly I saw leaves dancing in the air. Looking down at the water, the boat was stagnant, and my heart felt suspended. But when I saw that the boat was sailing again, the speed had slowed down slightly, and it was still riding the wind and waves, I couldn't help but clapped my hands and jumped for joy.
After a while, the boat capsized, and I wanted to leave. Unexpectedly, the boat regained its right position, but it had already entered the water. It resumed its journey slowly, and although it hit the railing several times, it remained stagnant and did not sink. It continued for five seconds. Rice, eventually cover it. Calculating its distance, it is more than twenty meters. Pick fallen leaves and float them in the water to give them a good burial.
Although the boat capsized, there was no regret in overturning it. Or say: This is a fool.
However, he fought with a small force against a huge monster, and his spirit was commendable, so he wrote an essay to remember it