A ray of sunlight filtered through the window and fell onto the floor, I pushed the window open and the sunlight suddenly flooded in, a burning scent unique to summer was mixed with the sunlight and swept over me. The holiness of the sunlight suddenly filled the house with a calm, tranquil atmosphere, filling my heart with light and hope.
Walking towards the park, along the way, the sun is bright, the sun for everything is gilded with gold, the distant skyscrapers in the sun, as if, like the fairy palace in general, and the people are also in the sunshine, bloom the most real smile. As soon as you walk into the park, all of a sudden, you will be able to feel the kind of nature's vigorous vitality. Wind, blowing gently, as if the elves in your ears whispering. Water, slightly rippled, and then, a kind of psychedelic beauty in front of you constantly flashing. Flowers and grass silently dance with the wind, to the silent language to show their own, a few dewdrops decorated with its, with the arrival of the sun, shining light, as if the diamonds are generally dazzling.
Along the path continued to walk, and the roadside willow tree than the spring to add a few points of green, such as the literati general, warm and elegant. Walking, I feel that the world is the only one, the inner very calm, quietly feel the vitality of the nature exuded. When walking to a place, smell a wisp of flowers, look up, it was a lotus. Lotus quietly and proudly standing ...... give a person a kind of "can only be seen from afar, not blasphemous" such a feeling. It is so noble, holy, worthy of "out of the mud without dyeing". The fragrance of the flowers with gradually approaching and rich up, refreshing, as it is the master general. Lotus leaves dutifully support the lotus, fish in the water to play freely, really like a picture, do not want to disturb, disturb the beauty of this is not long.
On the way home, I quietly recalled that special feeling just now. There is no teacher's teaching, there is no parent's nagging, only one person, one person quietly experience, experience this summer morning ......
Summer morning, 500 words 2"A year in the spring, a day in the morning", this sentence is not false at all, the morning is the most beautiful in a day, especially the summer morning.
Early in the morning, I woke up from my sleep and opened the window, the fresh and sweet air greeted me and made me feel very refreshing. In the blue faraway sky, there are many white clouds floating, some of them are like soft cotton candy, some are like cute little sheep, and some are like cows. Looking far to the east, the sun broke out of the horizon and showed half of its face.
Looking at this beautiful scenery, I can not stop, put on the clothes, out of the. Came to the park, a burst of intoxicating fragrance of flowers drilled into my nostrils, I came to the flower beds, there have been a lot of flowers in bloom, there are passionate moonflower, there are romantic roses, there are lovely flowers ...... Among them, the most colorful is the moonflower that bloomed. Some of the moon season red like fire, some moon season flowers pink like the sun, some moon season flowers white like snow. Flower bed next to a green lawn, like a beautiful park put on a green dress, there are a few small flowers embellished. These small flowers attracted a few butterflies, they take the flowers as a stage, like a few pavilion maidens standing, they seem to be more than who is the most beautiful. Next to the lawn, there are a few tall trees, they are like warriors, the beauty of the park.
Out of the park, along the stone paved walk, it came to a pond. Pond around the weeping willow for the pond to weave a simple wreath, birds in the weeping willow between the back and forth jumping, as if the weeping willow girl's hairpin. Lotus leaves in the middle of the pond, like a big turquoise disk, lotus flowers like a girl in the middle of these leaves dancing with the wind. Frog brother in the lotus leaves "croak" called, as if in the lotus accompaniment. Fish in the water shuttle freely, as if to tell their companions last night's good dream. Looking at this beautiful scenery, I feel as if I am a small fish, in the water swimming freely ......
The pond in front of a fitness plaza, the square is a sea of people, some grandpas playing Tai Chi, some grandmothers in the waist drums, and adults in the game of badminton. Our children are also not willing to show weakness, take the skateboard to play in the square, for the square to add infinite vitality.
People think that spring mornings are fresh, but I think summer mornings are more beautiful.
Summer morning, 500 words 3In the haze, I heard some sounds. So I raised my heavy eyelids to see what was going on - it turned out to be my sister pulling the curtains. At this moment, the blinding sunlight shot straight into my eyes. Suddenly, my sister jumped on my bed, and I felt a "shaking of the ground". She yelled in my ear, "Sister, get up!" She was a real soprano. She is really a soprano genius, and her shrill voice pierced my eardrums. I really admired my shock tolerance and had to be thankful that I wasn't deafened yet. Early in the morning, this guy came to disturb people's sleep, can not help but call people on fire, but fear of its unique martial arts "nine Yin white bone claw" power, not to be "armed resistance". So, I took a soft attack policy - pampering (this policy does not distinguish between men and women, can be used).
"It's still early, let me sleep again, my good sister!"
"No, what time is it, still sleep!"
"A little while, just a little while!"
"And no! Or I'll tell dad, humph!" Older sister was tough and took a threatening approach.
Alas! I finally lost the battle, planted in the hands of this cunning little fox, can not help but let the heart sigh: "Heaven ah! The earth ah! Why did you give me a savage sister?" Suddenly, an aura flashed in my mind, I played a rascal, continue my bed-ridden action.
"Heh heh! Dao is one foot tall, the devil is ten feet tall! I'll see what you do?" I secretly thought in my heart.
At this time, halfway out of a "Cheng Bite Jin" - mom, strict orders me to get up immediately. Can't help but be angry, forced by the pressure of all parties, I raised the white flag to surrender, very reluctant to get up. So I fumbled my way to the bathroom (the reason I call it "fumbling" is that I was in a half-sleepwalking state), and completed my necessary homework - brushing my teeth and washing my face.
After all the preparations, I opened the window and took a few deep breaths of fresh air to stay awake. However, the air is mixed with the fragrance of the soil, with the characteristic lazy summer breath, I was "hypnotized" again.
Alas, another summer morning!
In the morning, my grandmother and I went for a walk in the mountains, and just as we left the house, we bumped into each other with the breeze.
A refreshing breeze greeted me and my grandmother, making me feel incredibly fresh. The young green grass is covered with dewdrops, telling people about the coolness of the morning. A breeze, the grass waved a tender little hand to us to greet us, welcome our arrival. A moment later, the sun is on time, from the east rising, emitting a dazzling golden light, showing the enthusiasm of the summer.
We strolled freely along the forest path, breathing in the scent of nature. The forest was covered with a thin layer of fog, presenting a poetic wonderland. The morning air is so fragrant, people long to be intoxicated in the beauty of the scenery, reach out as if you can touch all living things. The sunlight slowly shines on the forest, the mist gradually disperses, and the woods show a ray of golden light, which is really a vibrant scene!
The trees on both sides were so tall that the wind shook their branches, and they stretched out their bodies, which had not been active for a long time. A few birds fly from afar to rest on the branches, chirping and screaming, adding a few points to the morning wonderful. The colorful flowers on both sides attracted many hard-working bees, they also began a busy day.
A breeze, the fragrant scent of flowers and trees, refreshing. Summer mornings are so cool, so beautiful, so restful, cozy, so soothing to the heart and mind. Summer morning is like a fairy with a magic pen, always depicting everything as vibrant and beautiful, so that everything in the world is full of aura.
Summer morning, 500 words 5Summer is ordinary, it does not have the splendor of spring, not the golden color of autumn, and not the snow white of winter, but it is uniquely hot is no time to compare. Summer mornings can be wonderful ah!
In the morning, I was strongly illuminated by the sun's rays, woke up, slowly opened my eyes, could not wash my face, ran to the roof of the mountain, "Wow!" I couldn't help but marvel. Fog filled the sky, the whole mountain was shrouded in fog, as if giving the mountain a layer of mysterious veil, like a fairyland. Especially the opposite side of the mountain, as if wearing a white cloud woven hat, but not solid, in a few minutes to disperse. I think: people living in the high building is what is called a comfortable! Standing in front of the window, a white cloud floating in front of him, he is like a god on the clouds sitting meditation, slightly closed eyes ...... The Yangtze River side is not bad, the white clouds in the Yangtze River over the constant floating around, as if in the mirror it! Other white clouds as if also in the mirror, a moment into the rabbit, a moment into the airplane, a moment into the truck, a moment into the bird, really line clouds, endless changes ah!
Looking at, they gradually dispersed, I also came to the park alone, the park's petunias opened early, colorful, one like a trumpet, listen carefully, a morning song in the ear gently ringing, melodious and melodious ...... There are also there in the moonflower competition, next to the gardenia also not Idle, snow-white flowers silently exudes fragrance, appearance as heavenly fairy. Gradually, the square more people up, some playing tai chi, some dancing, some playing badminton ......
Ah! Summer morning is so beautiful! It is simple but has infinite beauty!
Summer morning, 500 words 6That summer morning, I got up especially early, because I was going to watch the sunrise on Mount Emei.
This summer, our whole family traveled to Sichuan, one of which was to see the sunrise on Mount Emei.
With the weak light of the flashlight, we walked on the journey in the boundless darkness. We never slowed down because I believed that I would be able to see the sunrise.
At the Golden Peak, I was caught in a long wait. Suddenly, in a look at the chaos, a big invisible hand tore open a faint white light, followed by the white light above, that turbidity was the big hand piece by piece down, revealing its original color - gray and white, and then the upper side of the slowly all white, but the lower side is still pitch black. It was supposed to be a cloud, and at first it was in the middle of that chaos, so I couldn't tell its color, but it was being roasted by that blazing fire from underground, from pure white to a hint of red, then orange, and then orange to fiery red, and I thought that's where the sunrise would be, and, ah, it was really burning up too! The crowd suddenly erupted into a commotion as the sunrise slowly stuck out his smooth bald head sleepily, but surprisingly, the sunrise was sticking his head out of that darkness. Then he showed his red and swollen face after a night's sleep, and the chaos around him was broken, and countless people's cameras flashed to record the moment. The sunrise smiled at the people and rose up step by step, cheered by the crowd and assisted by his helper (the fire cloud).
The sun's rays began to spill onto the earth and into our hearts, and we were overwhelmed with excitement, it was something that people could not get enough of, I finally saw it, the sun was really coming out of the mountains, and that darkness was just another rolling mountain. In a flash, I saw that the ten sides of the Pratyekabuddha statue is also bathed in golden light within ......
I love this trip, that summer 'early morning, more love the sunrise, I like to see that extremely short (only 3 minutes or so), but the text is extremely beautiful, gorgeous and its splendor of the moment, I like me and the sunrise of the fate of the sunrise more.
Summer morning, 500 words 7Everything in life is beautiful, sometimes in the busy time to take a nap, stop and take a good look at the world, you will find that the world is actually very beautiful.
In the morning, I was woken up by a cell phone ringing. Sleepy eyes, I answered the phone in a daze, looked at the time, only six o'clock, I would have liked to head back to sleep, a beam of sunlight shone into the room, I looked up and looked out the window, what a beautiful view! I was instantly attracted, dressed to the balcony, I was y intoxicated in this charming scenery.
The golden sunlight shines warmly on the body, but not very harsh, the whole world like a layer of golden veil, the people who got up early to work were illuminated. The clouds in the sky were illuminated with a golden color, as if they were cotton candy floating in the sky. A cool wind blew over, fresh and sweet air with a hint of grass, feel more comfortable. The birds on the branches of the chattering about the joy of the heart, and this picture fits very well, a very beautiful and harmonious picture of people intoxicated, I really want to shout: "Good morning".
Although very early, but people are still very busy. In front of the house over the smoke has long risen, the car on the road is not reduced, always people come and go. It is said that a year's plan lies in the morning, and it is true that, in front of the front can often see people in the morning exercise, running. Thinking about how late I wake up every day, wasting so much precious time, it's really a pity. Not long ago, the sun rose into the sky people's day began, just a moment ago the quiet road began to have a variety of cars coming and going, just a moment ago was very leisurely people suddenly busy, the whole world seems to have suddenly awakened, just a moment ago the tranquility of the eye into the chaos. How would like time to stay in just that moment ah, so quiet and peaceful, let a person's heart raised a clear spring, can be quiet to appreciate a good this world.
Summer morning is beautiful! In fact, the beauty has always been around us, depends on whether you can find it.
Summer morning, 500 words 8
"Lazy bugs get up, lazy bugs get up," I was dreaming of a beautiful dream by the alarm clock sound woke up, I reluctantly opened my eyes, a beautiful day from the morning began.
After breakfast, my parents have gone down to the ground to pick cucumbers, I was home alone ready to write homework, "Jingling" phone ringing interrupted me, the phone turned out to be my father, said that today there are too many cucumbers, I have to go to help.
I rode my bike alone, the sun just showed a little head, not a moment's effort, I arrived at the destination, the first eye is a lush cucumber rack, a cucumber flower seems to add a touch of life on the green leaves, bees also rushed to pick nectar, a root of the cucumber dressed in green and full of thorns hiding in between them, waiting for us to find out.
I can't wait to go in with my basket without asking how to pick them. But not waiting for me to pick a few, I realized that the hand, arm has been the thorny leaves cut red a road, feel the pain of hot, hand is also stained with cucumber juice, how to wipe can not be wiped off. I was just about to open my mouth to complain, but I saw my mother's hands speckled with cucumber juice covered with calluses, but skillfully picking cucumbers, look down, my hands of this pain compared to my mother's is nothing, the heart of the complaint can not help but become a kind of motivation.
In a short while, I picked a full basket, proudly show off the fruits of my labor to my parents, parents said that failed, it is because I do not care about the cucumbers on the "take", the result is that those who are still very tender to the "mistakenly killed! "
After being instructed by my parents, I was rearmed and once again went into the cucumber rack. This time there is no complaint, I am careful to open the cucumber leaves to find hidden inside the ripe cucumbers, sweat beans like sliding down on the cucumber ground, I picked a basket full of ready to let parents check goods, this time finally qualified, in my parents and I *** with the efforts, finally accomplished.
I decided to come and labor with my parents every morning, just for them to suffer a little less.
This summer morning taught me to persevere and do everything with patience ------
Summer Morning, 500 Words 9Spring, dragging its long skirt, a turn - behind the hazy sunshine, summer reveals its smiling face.
In July, summer came, and so did the rain.
The rain has been falling off and on, and the raindrops beat against the windows like a joyful drumbeat. The sun retreated in front of the gloomy dark clouds, hesitating to show its face.
The rain washed the ground, and the soil lost its color. The sparrows fluttered their wings into the branches of the trees, and the cats in the yard fled to the eaves of the house with their tails up.
Every morning, when I see such a thread-like rain, I feel a little gray.
It was a Sunday morning. Surprisingly, the rain finally stopped - the sunlight leaked down from the cracks of the clouds, gilding the bright green leaves of the camphor tree in front of the door with a layer of gold; the puddles on the muddy ground accumulated some water, which also reflected the sun's true color. The sparrow finally willing to come down from the tree, stepping on the wet mud, carefully looking for something to eat.
I stood outside the window, counting the beats of the wind pushing the leaves, watching the not-so-brilliant sunlight dance along with the leaves.
Suddenly, one or two agile shadows leap into the frame, disrupting the rhythm of the world - a big cat with a kitten, leaping up onto a garbage can and fiddling with something with its paws.
When was this kitten born? Was it on that continuous rainy day? I never thought summer could give birth to such a vivid life, albeit a thin one. The kitten had four hooves in the snow and a ring of white fur around its neck. It rummaged through the garbage for a while, suddenly picked up something, swept past the big cat, and ran out of sight.
The big cat, who was still on the trash can, froze for two or three seconds before jumping down in anger and chasing after the little rascal that had disappeared. Within moments, the yard was quiet again, and the wind was still blowing gently.
But this summer morning was different from other summer mornings. Not only because I met the long-lost sunshine, but also because I caught the two small and large figures. My world was gently rocked by these two sun-bathed beings.
Summer morning, 500 words 10In the morning, the breeze is pleasant, and the white clouds are slowly floating. Grandpa took me to Ganzhou Central Park to exercise.
Walking into the park, you can see the clear water on the lake. There are beautiful and colorful water lilies on the lake. The green leaves are like unfolding small umbrellas, bringing much coolness to the fish in the water. Among the green leaves, the blooming water lilies are upright and elegant, in various colors, selflessly giving their sweet and fragrant parts to people who love beauty.
The mother duck and her brood were playing, frolicking, and swimming about the lake. Another flock of mallards skims across the lake and spreads its wings. Sometimes they fly high, sometimes low, and sometimes they land on the water with a series of splashes.
The weeping willows by the lake beckoned to us in the breeze. I made my way to the zigzag bridge at a brisk pace. There were a dozen sturdy piers under the bridge, which stood in the lake, firmly supporting the bridge. The bridge was paved with neat granite blocks. Both sides of the bridge were beautifully carved. Some were carved with innocent animals, others with clusters of blooming flowers. This exquisite craftsmanship creates a beautiful landscape.
Grandpa and I ran back and forth to the rockery. This wigwam is made up of all kinds of strange stones in different postures. Water flows down from the rockery, forming a small waterfall. The water flowing down from the waterfall splashed countless small splashes, like crystal pearls, and looked really realistic.
As the breeze blew, the willows gently swayed their branches and the lake rippled. It is cool and comfortable here. The scenery of Central Park is really beautiful. My heart is filled with happiness and laughter. What a beautiful summer morning!
Summer morning, 500 words 11Early morning at the beginning of summer vacation.
The weak sunlight was hidden in the clouds, and it shot into my room through the gaps between the curtains. I lazily sat up from my bed, stretched, rubbed my eyes, ate my breakfast in a daze, and was forced by my mom to walk out of the house for a walk.
Walking in the park on the road, the wind, the wind is also mixed with the flowers in the morning unique aroma. Birds with a beautiful melodious voice, singing a melodious and smooth song, let me feel the fresh and simple breath of nature. In this special atmosphere of nature, I experienced unprecedented relaxation and pleasure. I sat on a small wooden chair under the shade of the tree, put on the headphones, closed my eyes, quietly, the cool morning wind blew through my hair, brushed my face, a cool and leisurely morning!
But it wasn't long before the sun came out of the clouds, and the sunlight was no longer so bright and soft, but became too much for people to open their eyes. My eyes squinted into slits as I strolled along the path under the eaves of the house next to me. The sun was getting stronger and the air was getting hotter, and before I knew it, the sweat was soaking through my clothes, my hair was sticking to my back, and my nose was dripping with sweat, making it hard to walk. At this time in my mind one after another drifted through the air conditioning, electric fans, cooler and everything else that can make you cool in the summer. Thinking of the weekday summer vacation life, I always nestled in the home, blowing the air conditioning, sipping cold drinks, ice cream, reading novels, movies ...... these are heavenly enjoyment for me.
I hurriedly picked up my schoolbag, ready to rush home. Suddenly glanced at the neighbor's puppy is wildly spitting out his tongue; the lake surface ripples, in the sunshine, the lake is so blue, and so dazzling; robins and frogs keep barking, they make a strong reaction to the hot summer.
Back home, turn on the air conditioning, think and think ......
This is the beauty of belonging to the summer morning, right? It is different from the warmth of spring, the maturity of autumn and the silence of winter, it has a unique beauty; it is exuberant, enthusiastic, with a different way to accompany us through one holiday after another, with a different way to render the earth everything!
Summer Mornings, 500 Words 12Summer mornings are kinda cold, but for exercise, I'm going for a run.
Looking at the roadside flowers and grass, grass leaves on the crystalline dewdrops frequently nodded to me, slowly sliding down the grass leaves, suddenly disappeared, which radiates the light of the sun, wow, through the cracks in my fingers I watched the sun, thinking "open eyes to the sun, Mingchao Qiu Hao," the line of sight slowly put down, fell on the road that is flat, there is an old grandpa with gray hair pushed a car to the roadside. The old grandfather with white hair pushed a wheelchair, wheelchair sitting on a grandmother with the same hair color, the wind blew, I could not help but shiver, looking for those two old people cold, only to see that the grandfather lowered his head in the ears of the grandmother whispered a bit, the grandmother's legs on the jacket upward pull.
I ran to the front, carefully observe some, is estimated to be sixty or seventy years old, time is still old grandfather handsome face, and now the spine is bent, in the occasional smile to reveal the broken teeth, the grandmother's face has long been crawling with wrinkles,
Let the time time to slow down a bit, stay in the summer morning, so that this piece of "
The old man's face has been wrinkled for a long time, and the old woman's face has been wrinkled for a long time.
The old man and the old lady, "I laugh at your green silk into snow full of white hair, you laugh at my back rickets full of bad teeth", this is just an ordinary small thing. Like a small lion thrown into the calm no ripples in the lake, instant ripples, yes, they interpreted "with the son of old age" vow.
Birds singing, cicadas have begun a day of noise, the sun in the sky is also a great colorful light shining in all directions, the old grandpa is also to push the old grandma happy to go home, I also want to go home ......
Things just happened in a summer morning, but brought the touching is like the echo of the valley, sheer and winding. meandering, so that people can not forget for a long time!
Summer morning, 500 words 13Summer morning, people just woke up from a deep sleep, the cicadas have perched on the branches, singing the sun, the lotus is also in a flash to reveal the brilliant yellow stamens, emitting a faint burst of fragrance. In this beautiful morning, people are laughing and smiling, but I have to finish a national painting at home ......
"Bother! Bored to death! I can't paint well every time!" At this point, I had given up on myself, and threw out a stream of art materials lying on the table with such force that I only saw them hit the wall. Ingredients sprayed out and spilled all over the place, and the brushes were broken ...... the floor was a mess.
Mom looked for the sound and poked her head out of the kitchen.
She looked at the ground "ruins", did not say anything, just silently shaking his head, sighed: "Alas -" Mom walked to my side, strenuously bent down, reached out and put the paint into the wall. , reached out her hand and received the paints into the box. Again, she took the broken brush in her hand and taped the broken places together. Mom bent down again and again, picking up again and again ...... I just watched and watched silently. Heart sour, I want to say something, but ultimately did not say anything, only to feel what was covered in front of me.
Mom helped me to reorganize the paint, placed in the upper right corner of the desk, and a small bucket carried into the balcony, pouring half a bucket of water. After a long time, she laid a roll of rice paper flat on the table and set out the brushes and ink.
During this process, mom said nothing. She cleaned up before she raised her right hand and gently touched my disheveled hair, and then placed her right hand on my shoulder and patted me on the shoulder. I seemed to understand what was going on, so I nodded and started a new round of painting.
Mother's love, like a breeze, all the time, but also like a ray of sunshine, shining in people's hearts.
That summer morning is y imprinted in my mind.
Summer mornings, 500 words 14Summer mornings are often the best, every time there is a different scene, the flavor is different.
At four-thirty, the sky gradually changed from azure blue to dark blue, then from dark blue to blue-gray, and finally to light blue. The sky gradually rose to a fish-belly white, and then little by little it brightened up, and the light of the moon and stars slowly faded, and then turned into translucent shadows, a little bit gradually hidden, and the sky merged into one.
Five o'clock, the sky is bright, gradual blue and white feel fresh, cold, cool, like summer shaved ice, in the summer to bring a burst of cool. Although the sky is bright, but still like a layer of light gray translucent veil, do not see the sun, do not see the clouds. The orange street lamps on the side of the road and the distant skyscrapers have a few yellowish points. Beige bright lights went out one after another, at this time the sky is bright, finally rest assured that the lights out rest.
Five-thirty, the park in the woods layer upon layer, turquoise, dark green, light green, green leaves intertwined. Wind over, leaf waves up, like glue, and after a while, the day finally unveiled a light gray veil, suddenly felt the whole world is bright, inexplicably cheerful state of mind. Leaves in the forest came a few birdsong, ears as if to hear the wings of the sound of Park Mai, a few favorite and a few points of anticipation.
Six fifteen, the sky appeared clouds, about five minutes later, a half-soft, half-candlelight golden light rises up to the sky, just appeared to the round of clouds cloaked in gold, a piece of XiaYouYou appeared. For some time afterward all kinds of red came out. In a flash, there is a sun rising in the morning, what atmosphere, what majestic sunrise. A beautiful morning, another day began.
Summer morning, 500 words 15The sky was overcast, and the air was filled with the smell of lush heat. I walked alone on the road to school, feeling like a small boat on the sea, helpless and confused; and like a lonely goose in the air, lonely and sad. School, is so familiar, and so strange; as if close at hand, and far away.
Cheating, plagiarism, thieves, liars, a piercing word is still echoing in the ears; contempt, incomprehension, ridicule and even hatred of the eyes are still in front of the flash. Tears of aggression slowly flowed down my face, all the way to the bottom of my heart. I do not understand: what's wrong? What's wrong with me being first in the exam? My friends and even my teacher's strange eyes pierced my heart and hurt! "People don't believe you, so let's prove it to them by getting first place next time!" The class teacher's words I can not hear a few points is encouraging, a few points is skeptical.
A wheat field on the side of the road caught my eye and I stopped to stare. In front of me is almost ripe wheat, crystal wheat shell green shiny, and the end of the wheat awn has some yellowish. The breeze passes by, spreading to the distant layers of wheat waves.
"The wheat is almost ripe, isn't it?"
"It's going to rain through the ground, and then it's going to grow, and then it's going to be hot and sunny for a couple of mornings, and then it's going to be harvested." The uncle who was working on the ground raised his head and said with a smile, and his eyes showed the joy of an unlimited harvest.
"Why is it raining and sunning?" I was infected by him and my mood became cheerful.
"It's the only way to ripen and harvest!"
"Only then ......" I muttered. "Is pain endured in vain, it should make us great!" In a flash of inspiration, the words of a philosopher came to mind. "Let the doubts of others be your motivation to move forward, give your best and prove yourself."
"Son, go to school quickly! Look, this heavy rain is coming soon."
I looked up at the sky, dark clouds rolled in, a storm was brewing. Facing the storm, I stride forward, like a fearless fighter. Because I know: the reef can not block the direction of the brook, the wind and rain destroyed the wings of the eagle. Do well for yourself, with your own strength. Ahead, victory, my direction.