(1) The setting sun is like a dream, climbing up the building alone. The setting sun in the sky is falling little by little on the edge of the dream. There is a hint of bright purple in the light red, which creates a sad and beautiful charm, looking forward to the clouds in the sky and the undulating mountains. Fell into a colorful dream. The setting sun is like a full watercolor pen, swaying affectionately on Yun's cheek. The clouds burn and become gorgeous. Light red with bright red, deep red with purple red. Rolling, soaring. The edges are bright and lively; the middle is particularly dignified and full of affection. Nearby, there are layers upon layers, virtual and real, like thick ink and heavy colors dotted and blurred on rice paper. What's in the distance is like strips of colorful silk, elegant and hazy. The silent mountain was ignited, and its outline gradually became clear. The long peaks burn into orange-red color, rivaling the clouds in the sky. In the middle of the mountain, there is a hint of blue in the purple, which looks very thick. The dreamlike pale pink clouds at the foot of the mountain blur the dreamy woods and make a poetic village appear misty. (2) A date with snow. I held up a flower umbrella and walked on the long snow-covered road, watching the flying snow fall. At the beginning, it seemed that meeting her was still an ordinary encounter, and I didn’t think much about it. Holding a handful of snowflakes in the palm of your hand, the coolness penetrates into your heart, "The snow falls silently, just because of the cold"? A moist feeling that seemed to have been stored for a long time came to my heart. Is the snow really silent? I simply put the umbrella away, and suddenly I felt that the snowflakes seemed to have spirituality. I couldn't help but spin around. At this moment, I really hoped to understand their whispers and understand their moods. What are they talking about? Thinking of snow as the messenger of spring, "Winter ends and spring is not far away." Are they whispering the message of spring? Thinking of the ancient poem quote "Snow without snow is not spiritual, snow without poetry makes people vulgar". Is she calling for inspiration? Oh, snow has a sound, she conveys the message of spring, she walks lightly on ancient footsteps; she is great, completely burying all filth; she is selfless, turning herself into a quilt, letting the wheat seedlings bloom Stay safe through the winter; she is smart, and different feelings give her different spirituality. "Suddenly, a spring breeze comes overnight, and thousands of pear blossoms bloom on thousands of trees." With her thoughts flying, Xueer *** took up her wings and traveled through time and space, and will go further. The ground flies away. (3) Fairy tales blooming in autumn. The autumn rain hits the sycamore trees, bit by bit, and the tall buildings look like dusk; the autumn moon reflects the soul of the river, reverberating, and the moonlight soaks the water and soaks the sky. ——Inscription I suddenly started to miss autumn. The curling autumn wind, the tall wooden leaves, and the gurgling autumn water blend and echo, extending to the end of the distant sky. I am a lonely traveler on the road of life. I follow the wisps of Chanjuan in the unique autumn night, holding on to the traces given to me by the years, and move forward leisurely. I haven't fallen into such nostalgia for a long time, but those happy images are always lingering in my mind! I always recall that dream-like autumn night: the withered butterflies flying all over the sky mixed with a touch of night rhyme came down, the flags rose up, looking for the sheng and the flute, but they lingered in this dreamy and confused night! We met in autumn At night, in the beautiful melody created by God for us, you look back and smile, complementing the clear spring of Yishao Pond and the Toad Palace nine days away, just like a dream immersed in bubbles, making people think of you and stand still! (4) Thoughts on the seaside The moment the plane took off, I felt very complicated. Because I always yearn for the sky, because someone told me that the blue of the sea is because of the sky. I sat by the window and watched as the plane passed through the clouds and glided above them. You can clearly see the traces left by the plane in the sky. I don't know whether they are pure white in the blue, or clear in the white... The sky above the clouds has no flaws, so complete, covered with continuous clouds. The continuous clouds gathered into patches of water, the patches of water gathered into rivers, and the rivers merged into patches of sea! Yes, it is the sea, an endless sea, a turbulent sea, and a sea that can be vast, beautiful, and gentle. It looks very strong and majestic. It only makes people doubt, "Maybe, I can float gracefully in this sea."
The sea is white, set off by the blue sky, but what about the sea set off by the blue sky? The plane took me away from the rolling sea, and I had to leave the flawless blue sky! The lingering thoughts of the seaside float softly in my mind! (5) Waves You come in a hurry and go quietly... Once upon a time, I wandered on the soft beach, enjoying the caress of the clear current and the gentle kiss of the river breeze. I was melancholy, lying on the cobblestones, looking up at the azure sky, listening to the melodious cries of the birds, throwing the small bluestone with deep sadness into the rapids, letting the splashing water decorate the wonderful dream. I sat quietly on the beach, watching the snow-white waves peacefully, calmly thinking about the true meaning of life, and savoring a dream-like and pure life. The dreams and longings we watch in life are as crystal clear and fascinating as these waves. It awakened my passion that had been dormant for many years and activated my love. I was delighted. I am intoxicated in my own little world, following the waves in front of me, running forward and tightening back from time to time. Now, my thoughts are lingering, and my heart is full of inexplicable confusion. I really want to go to the river and listen to the guidance of the waves. Maze. However, I can no longer find the waves of the past, nor can I find the charming beach. My eyes are at a loss... (6) Spring, is it coming? Spring, has it really come? What I felt was a chill. A chill that invades the heart and lungs. Perhaps, it still carries the shadow of winter, stumbling forward, full of fatigue and helplessness. The winter clouds are still lingering in the sky, blocking the sun and the sky. They are gloomy and filled with condensed water drops, which are full of water. At this moment, spring may be quietly hiding behind the dark clouds, distant and unfamiliar. I closed my eyes and seemed to see spring, underneath the gradually melting ice and snow, about to break through the ice; Spring, beneath the sleeping frozen soil, lazily opened my eyes and yawned; , on the withered branch, the young buds are slowly blooming like beans, and their smiles are blooming; spring is pulling away the dark clouds, slightly protruding her attractive face, revealing her full of splendor... Spring is really coming Already? When you wake up from that dream? (7) Every time there are bursts of spring thunder like bells in the sky, every time there are spring rains like silver needles floating in the sky, every time the sky brings the shadow of swallows... spring is here quietly! I love spring! Look at the colorful bridge hanging on the dome-like spring after the spring rain, just like the smile on a person's face, it is fascinating. Spring God, did you come from this bridge? Listening to the echo of the mountain spring and the gurgling music, isn't it very similar to the white cuckoo that can automatically play beautiful melodies? Look at the chirping choir on the treetops, one after another, praising this lovely spring. Looking at the blue sky, dotted with a few pure white clouds, why not put aside the melancholy and forget about it? That's not what you want. As the saying goes: "One flower, one life, one grass, one eternal life." Let your heart open and warm your angelic heart! (8) Spring rain, spring thunder, and spring breeze come in patter. Spring rain is like silk, like mist, like smoke, like tide. Through these strands of silk, everything in the world flickers like a faint, misty freehand painting. I like the spring rain. Not only do I like the heroic appearance of bamboo shoots springing up after the rain, but what I like even more is: stepping into this light blue misty rain, in this rainy season, you have created a rainless world for me. Spring is lively, spring is enthusiastic, spring is graceful growth, spring is young and vigorous. Spring is full of the shadow of people's hard work. People use their own hands to sow their firm beliefs and eternal hope, sowing true feelings and selfless love. Without the colorful colors of spring? Where do the fruits of autumn come from? On a spring night, the pale moon covers the gauze, Pingpingtingtingting. The moonlight is as calm and soft as water. My heart is like this moonlight, calm and gentle. Just like this spring night is long and far away. (9) Grassland is the cradle and symbol of life in my heart.
On the ground, there is a glass coffee table with a crystal clear glass fish tank on it. Under the sunlight, the glass fish tank looks particularly beautiful. There are two sky blue lounge chairs on both sides of the coffee table, and the flower bed in front is filled with exotic flowers and plants. This kind of courtyard, in my opinion, is simply heaven on earth! Time passed by minute by minute, and our trip was coming to an end, but what will never disappear in my memory is my feelings about this pleasant tulip culture trip. Moonlight: The night had just darkened, and thick fog spread and spread, creating a calm and peaceful night. The white fog was dyed golden under the soft moonlight and street lamps. Under the moonlight, the leaves rustled, as if they were playing a "Moonlight Song", graceful and poignant, deep and beautiful, and the beating notes seemed to jump out of the hazy moonlight, making it so exciting. People are intoxicated. Deep in the night, the countryside is hazy, the mountain shadows are longing, the water is gleaming, the fireflies are dotted, and the candles are lit. What a picture under the moon! Life is so much like "Moonlight Song" and picture scrolls! The beating melody interprets the joys and sorrows of life. Life is short, so why not be like "Moonlight Song"? The moon was at the top of the sky, bright and gentle, and the soft moonlight made the night calm and peaceful. The moon's light fell on the trees, leaving mottled black shadows, scattered like pieces hanging on the trees. All things in the world are created by God and are all harmonious, but the moon is different. The moon has its own character, with its waxing and waning phases. The charm and charm of the moon are reflected here. Why does the moon need to compete for glory? Her purpose is to make the night no longer scary and bring warmth and light to people! Isn’t this the case with people? Aren’t some people just like the moon who devote themselves to others in obscurity? Although it is just a trivial matter, each other will feel a little warmth. This is the connotation of the month. The night is already quiet. The moon quietly sheds its remaining light, trying its best to drive away the darkness and bring light, warmth and care to people! Pan Tianshou Park When I was in kindergarten, my favorite place was Pan Tianshou Park. In spring, flowers bloom there, a few green buds appear on the ground, and from time to time a few bold and naughty sparrows come to join in the fun. The children played beside the tall saplings and had great fun. In the summer, people walk in the square wearing vests and holding a popsicle in their hands. Some children were holding popsicles and shouting "It's so hot!" Some slide on the handrails of the stairs. Some were active on the sports equipment and were extremely happy. Others are playing badminton, football, and basketball. It’s so lively! The trees look greener than usual. Several big trees beside the road stretched out their branches and leaves, making a rustling sound, as if to say: "Come on, come on, come to my place to enjoy the cool air!" When late autumn is coming, you can often see old people in the morning figure. Some of them were practicing Tai Chi, while they were twisting and dancing in a fan dance. In the early morning, there were still a few drops of crystal dew on the petals of several flowers. Some trees and flowers are not very vigorous and have fallen leaves. The leaves of some trees have withered and turned yellow, slowly falling off the branches and falling to the ground. In winter, the north wind howled, and the strong wind beat the bare trees mercilessly. A few trees stood there blankly, and there were only a few adults and a few children in the square. Sometimes it snows heavily, like a quilt made by Miss Winter for Mother Earth. This is a good time for children to play. Some of them threw snowballs at each other, and some were holding carrots and erasers to build a big, round snowman. Others are building snow, maybe they want to build a snow mountain! Pan Tianshou Plaza is so beautiful and cute all year round, I like it!