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Time, from the gap between the fingers hurriedly passed. Once naive and childish, we are now young and frivolous. I don't know how much time has faded away, so I grew up in a hurry. Youth, dreamlike youth. Prompted us to reckless madness, crazy in our world. In the flower season we, the most dazzling we. Full of vigor and ***, perhaps we are no longer as innocent as before, ignorant. But we are still innocent. 14 years old, the age of maturity. I don't know how much time I have to show off like this, the heart of that innocence, I will always treasure. 14 years old, cried, laughed, experienced, felt, harvested. The youth this a photo album, recorded all the most precious scene. In the most beautiful time, forever fixed. Open your arms, close your eyes, quietly embrace youth, the most eternal years. Youth accompanies us through ignorance, through childish, through debauchery, through unruly, through sweet and sour, through rugged and bumpy, and gradually towards maturity. Those years, the simplest happiness, the most real happiness. Youth, she always guards everyone, so that people in this most beautiful memory, leaving the most beautiful story. She gives us courage, she gives us perseverance, she gives us joy, she gives us the most precious things she has. But in the end, she never forgets to add a pair of wings to each of us, so that we can climb over mountains and rivers and obstacles to reach the other side of the shore of success. Youth is a rainbow, leaving a most beautiful landscape on the road of our life. The time of youth will always be engraved in our minds. These indelible memories are the most splendid traces.
In the journey of youth, always want to stand on tiptoe, touch the beam of the most dazzling light, because I know that the beam of unattainable, but close to the light is the most sacred dreams belonging to their own. How many times I looked up at the brilliant starry sky, always convinced that I will be the most dazzling one. At that time, always silly smile. I don't know what I'm clinging to. The heart of the millions of times to tell themselves that the dream is unattainable, but there is always a force to push themselves, telling themselves: "will be able to do!" I know, this is the youth, persistent youth, stubborn youth!
Youth, so that everyone wandering on the edge of the dream. She planted a dream seed in everyone's heart. And we have to use our efforts and sweat to water this seed, carefully cultivate it, take root, germinate and bear fruit. When we really harvest the fruit, we have also reached the other side of the dream without realizing it. Push open the door called "dream", the hall of success will embrace your arrival.
Youth, a youth of blood, a youth of hard work, a passionate youth!
But youth, can also be a small boat, unfettered in the sea belonging to her wandering, unscrupulous looking for their own faraway. The sea is always treacherous, but it did not overwhelm her at all. She used her courage as a sail and her dream as a boat, facing the wind and drifting with hope. The waves say she is flamboyant, the rocks say she is frivolous. So what? As long as you dare to break through, you will certainly be able to see the dawn of success. She has also been timid, has also been uncertain, but she knows, since it is a boat, it must be free from any shelter, must learn to be strong. The obstacles of wind and rain can't stop the faith and strength of the heart to freedom. This is youth, open youth, rebellious youth, brave youth! Let's grasp the youth, grasp the most brilliant time!
The reason why youth is beautiful, because he brought us the most precious memories of life.
The reason why youth is beautiful, because he let our life shine.
The reason why youth is beautiful, because we are full of vigor and enthusiasm of the vitality and conviction to pursue their own most sacred dream!
The reason why youth is beautiful is because of the precious, is because of the eternal ......
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2. to "the most beautiful as the title", write a compositionComposition: the most beautiful white snowflake
Today is the new Today is the fourth day of the new year, and it is snowing like a goose feather, looking into the distance, a pure white world. The snowflakes are like fairies in general fluttering! It is very beautiful!
Beautiful! The beauty of the white snowflakes, snowflakes, pure heart. Because it does not have the fragrance of flowers, colorful, fascinating, compelling. It is simple because of the silent creation of beauty.
Beauty! The beauty of the snowflakes of the Chuchu. The shape of the snowflake is beautiful again. It is united with its brothers to offer this beautiful combination of dance.
Beautiful! Beauty is full of poetic snowflakes. How many poets ancient and modern is to appreciate the snow to get inspired, so that people have a kind of let a person can not say the feeling.
Beauty! The beauty is ......
The world's most full of beauty is none other than the snowflake. It is more beautiful than flowers, more simple, more poetic.
The most beautiful white snowflake! (Source: QuTeacher.com)
3. Write an essay on the topic of what is the most beautifulThe most beautiful time
Time, from the gap between the fingers hurriedly passed. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night. I don't know how much time we have forgotten, so we have grown up in a hurry. The youth, the dream of youth in general. Prompted us to reckless madness, crazy in our world. In the flower season we, the most dazzling we. Full of vigor and ***, perhaps we are no longer as innocent as before, ignorant. But we are still innocent. 14 years old, the age of maturity. I don't know how much time I have to show off like this, the heart of that innocence, I will always treasure. 14 years old, cried, laughed, experienced, felt, harvested. The youth this a photo album, recorded all the most precious scene. In the most beautiful time, forever fixed. Open your arms, close your eyes, quietly embrace youth, the most eternal years. Youth accompanies us through ignorance, through childish, through debauchery, through unruly, through sweet and sour, through rugged and bumpy, and gradually towards maturity. Those years, the simplest happiness, the most real happiness. Youth, she always guards everyone, so that people in this most beautiful memory, leaving the most beautiful story. She gives us courage, she gives us perseverance, she gives us joy, she gives us the most precious things she has. But in the end, she never forgets to add a pair of wings to each of us, so that we can climb over mountains and rivers and obstacles to reach the other side of the shore of success. Youth is a rainbow, leaving a most beautiful landscape on the road of our life. The time of youth will always be engraved in our minds. These indelible memories are the most splendid traces.
4. The most beautiful me (essay) 500 wordsEveryone aspires to be the most beautiful person in the world, respected and envied, so there is a face as white as flour, red like pepper lips ...... In fact, the people who do these things, do not even know "Beauty" of the inner meaning, but in various ways to disguise themselves, to put it bluntly, just cover their ears, self-deception. The great sculptor Rodin once said: "Beauty is everywhere ......" Nice, beauty is all around us.
In retrospect, that scene is really admirable.
It was in a public **** car, I sat in a seat by the window, which is I fee nine oxen and two tigers hard to squeeze to, I do not know why, this day, people really enough to sit in the car, up and down, to and fro, at this time, the car suddenly stopped, from the bottom up to a pregnant woman, listed the clerk at first glance, hastened to say to her: "This big sister, you see so many people today, and you are pregnant, in case of collision, how to do?" The woman said: "I also have no way ah, I stood there for more than an hour to wait, a car is not, I am now rushing to do a see, please be accommodating," just when the conductor hesitated, from the car came a sentence: "Come up, I will give you the seat! ." I took a look, it turned out to be a year-old grandmother of eighty years, at once, the sitting people all stood up, to give up their seats to the women ......
I think, they are the most beautiful people in the world, especially the grandmother, I respect you, more envious of you, in addition to this, there are so many other beauties and beautiful things, like civilized and courteous Waiter, treat people equally, do not take ill-gotten gains, do not enslave subordinates of the boss, do not throw confetti, protect the environment of the students ......
In this world, only the beauty of the heart is the most beautiful, no matter how many wrinkles on your face, no matter how harsh your voice, no matter how indecent your behavior, actions, no matter what. As long as you have a pure, kind heart, you are the most beautiful person in the world.
5. 600 words of essay on the topic of the most beautifulThe most beautiful time for flowers is to bloom beautifully, the most beautiful time for fruit trees is to bear large fruits; the most beautiful time in spring is when the river melts and hundreds of flowers compete with each other; the most beautiful time in winter is when the snowflakes fly, and who knows what the most beautiful thing about people is?
Everything has the most beautiful time, the most beautiful in life is the quality of not giving up, being aggressive, going all out and not afraid of failure.
The road of life is rugged and bumpy, as long as you do not give up, be aggressive and go all out to move forward, as long as you are not afraid of setbacks and failures, you will get the fruits of life, and what are the fruits of life?
Your excellent qualities of not giving up, being aggressive, and going all out with your spirit of not being afraid of failing to move forward, take root and blossom, and this fruit, is the fruit of life, and this fruit people call it - the fruit of success.
As long as you continue to progress, learn lessons, and never give up running full steam ahead to the goal, you will know the most beautiful moments of life.
Some people have succeeded, is to rely on their own efforts, and continue to explore to move forward to the goal, the success of reaching the end is the successor. So everyone should have a distant goal in mind, so you can have a direction to go forward.
Those who have a grand goal have a wide vision; those who have a small goal have a short vision.
So set a distant goal, in order to be active, go all out to run there, so that that goal in your heart also blossomed, as long as another effort, it will bear great fruit, that is the most beautiful time of life.
The fate of their own life by their own grasp, success depends on their own, life's most beautiful time to experience, so in order to target, in order to succeed, in order to the heart of that fruit, struggle it!
The most beautiful time of life is the wealth created by their own hard work, fruit, experience the joy of success at that moment.
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6. Write a 600-word essay on the topic of the most beautifulThe rain outside the window, like silk and thread, tangled and intertwined, weaving a hazy smoke.
Inside the window, I was worried, anxious and wandering, and could not stop mumbling complaints.
The city is surrounded by rain, half praise and half complaint. Though the rain is beautiful, it traps my pace because of its fineness. My eyes were open, my vision desperately scanning the rain until they were swollen and slightly red. "Mom and Dad, why aren't you here yet," my voice was extra loud in the empty classroom.
Suddenly, a red umbrella is so eye-catching, it swayed in the rain, toward me. Heart a burst of ecstasy, heart and like carrying a small rabbit, seven up and down. Nearer and nearer, more and more clear, see clearly the face of the person coming, alas, Auntie Zhang ah, she came to pick up her child, right. I can't help but be deflated. However, vaguely saw her smile at me. Could it be that she came to pick me up? The fire in my heart was like a lamp flooded with oil, flickering and flickering. But - when I stood straight in front of the classroom door to try to make myself look conspicuous, she seemed to treat me as air, without a moment's pause, without a moment's hesitation, "da-da-da-da ...... " footsteps were so harsh. I squatted down in frustration, hands on knees, a heart heavy sinking. The footsteps paused for a moment, then sounded again. Sure enough, I no longer held any hope. "Xin'er, you're still here?" An illusion, it must be an illusion, I told myself darkly. "It's raining, you can't go back home!" The voice sounded again. I looked up in surprise and my heart shook - a magnified face appeared in front of me. Auntie Zhang!
And so -
A large and small figure disappeared in the rain. The red umbrella walked in style, like a most beautiful flower, flashing the most beautiful light, blooming in the spring rain ......
The most beautiful, lighting up the autumn
The autumn wind, you mercilessly swept down the autumn leaves, but why did you mercilessly blew away my heart and soul of the afternoon - - blew away the heart and soul of the afternoon. The remorse in my heart is like water waves, expanding, expanding again. If I had known that, I would not have been brave, not volunteered to clean up the leaves.
As night fell, fear spread like ink spilled in water. What to do? What to do? The sound, like a single loop of the song over and over again in the bottom of the heart. The back of the neck is cool, there seems to be a cloudy wind blowing through, not far away from a little bright light, is it a ghost fire? Or is it the glowing eyes of animals? Could there be an outlaw's stronghold here, and if they found me would they take care of me on the spot? The hand trembles slightly, and the slightest movement of the grass and trees around me touches my nerves.
Suddenly, the bright light is more and more bright, close to me, I gripped the broom in my hand, the palms of my hands slightly secrete cold sweat, throat a dry thirst, can not help but swallow a mouthful of saliva. "Squad Leader! We're here," the loud voice shook my heart. "Look! We've brought all the small electric lamps and flashlights from home" "Come! We'll help you sweep!" Look at everyone's energetic figure, my face ripples open a smile, but also into the hot labor, with everyone's concern, a little tired so what's the harm?
7. to the most beautiful theme of the essayplain most beautiful plain, calm, quiet life is the most beautiful.
I am very ordinary, living in an ordinary family, ordinary life, but I am very happy, very content. I have a father who loves me, a mother who loves me, and a brother who loves me.
The average life, the days are long, there is no feeling. But what really made me feel the beauty of plainness was in a morning.
Early summer last year, that day I was writing homework. Suddenly, my dad's cell phone rang, and it turned out that my great aunt was looking for my dad for something.
Just as my dad was leaving the house, I saw that my dad's shoelace was loose. I just wanted to say something to my dad, but I found that my mom, who had just finished washing clothes and came home with a washbasin, had put down the washbasin and bent down to help my dad tie his shoes.
A moment later, the shoelace was tied, mom gently stood up, and dad reached out to help mom to the quietly falling hair, gently ò to the ear. Mom looked at Dad, slightly shyly smiled.
I suddenly thought, mom is so beautiful! As if it were a rainbow in the morning light, her smile was not the slightest bit pretentious; shyness, too, as if it were unique to young girls. I think, mom must be very beautiful when she was young.
When I looked at my parents again, my dad had already walked out the door, and my mom was watching him from behind. Although I can't read mom's gaze, I know that she must be conveying a sentence to dad at this moment: "Be careful on the road!" Dad went out for a while and then looked back at mom, I know that it was not any attachment, because dad will be back in the morning; but it was as if she was saying to mom, "I will be careful."
Mom smiled softly again. Mamma smiled so beautifully, so happily.
Between mom and dad, there was never *** four shoots, no sea oath, there is just a plain, calm. They have been together for more than ten years, I did not even hear any ambiguous words.
Mom and Dad don't say much, and when there's nothing going on at home, they basically don't talk. But their eyes were always sending messages to each other.
Although it is some of the smallest things in life, but all the time show their true love for each other. I don't know if it's love, maybe it's the mutual trust that they have developed in more than twenty years of married life.
No boom, no life and death, not even a "I love you", but it is such a plain, let me feel a kind of beauty. When the TV series in the male and female masters love to death, when the young men and women in the shy show of love, my parents only with a plain look, will cover these lights.
Since that early morning, I have felt - there is a kind of beauty called blandness. Loneliness is most beautiful in the night to reach out, I want to find the most beautiful feelings in the vault of heaven! Maybe I can not succeed, but I know that in the star can not choose and change the orbit, in the space of having a brief noise and eternal loneliness, there is a central kind of implied beauty called loneliness.
When people have reason, the human heart becomes a vast universe. In the collision of fixed and unfixed thinking, there is an unacceptable beauty called loneliness.
The world never lacks beauty, but beauty is still striking. Loneliness is never noticeable.
Those who are forced to have solitude also have boredom, tedium, and loneliness at the same time. And it is this that makes solitude incompatible with a society that is both tedious and beautiful; it is this that makes naturalistic "philosophy" dictate that only those in society are complete, and that appreciating solitude is an absurd mistake.
So loneliness only stands by the side of bitterness, and is designated as a signpost to lead people into emptiness. Yet the essence of loneliness is beauty and freedom, whether or not it is a close synonym for melancholy uncertainty! As long as you can see it for what it is, not forced to accept it, but to take the initiative to have it you will y appreciate a hidden, subtle reach, deep and not show the beauty.
The beauty of loneliness lies in loving oneself - not in being selfish. A person who is not able to cherish himself is never equal to selflessness, but only equal to what he actually has is meaningless life! It is only in solitude that a man is completely at ease, in his own right, with what he truly appreciates - without fear of being taunted for his naive enthusiasm, without worrying about what he might hurt by speaking the truth.
Loneliness has a strange way of mending a beautiful life that still has some regrets. I stand in the darkness, not that I do not love the sun.
I just want to see the darkness of the chic, and then to savor the light of the sun! I like to be alone, and is not to the spinning world has no aspirations. I just want to put a free bird in the sky for the soul.
Nature is the most beautiful I remember my art teacher gave us an assignment: How do you understand art? At that time, I wrote: "Art, in my opinion, is divided into two parts: humanistic art and natural art." Later, my teacher commented on my homework, "Which kind of art do you like and appreciate more?" I was speechless, and have been struggling to make a judgment between the two.
Another late night. I have just finished the evening study, from the teaching building out. It was the beginning of summer, and the cool breeze was blowing on every inch of my *** skin. "Huh. The shadows are so beautiful tonight."
A low head, a shallow, faint and indistinct black shadow floating on the ground, at first staring at some of the mold, but more and more fuzzy, suddenly I actually read a hazy sense of beauty. Then look around, the school is not lighted, but the campus, at least I? Can reach every corner are sprinkled with light, the light green clover as a thin layer of fog, revealing a kind of early morning rolling with dewdrops of clover can not be compared to the freshness and natural beauty.
Oh, I can not help but wonder who created this beautiful light? The two young girls beside me were talking about something, I went over, only to hear the word "moon". The moon, the moon, is the moon, must be the moon to give the world an incomparable light.
Sure enough, when I looked up, the black night curtain was lined with a jade disk-like moon smiling at me, and I smiled comfortably. The sky, as pale as the sea, was showering me with clear light.
Gaze, the moon palace shadow, moonlight green fluorescent, moon color hazy, the moon scene illusory, clear, beautiful, and no lack of static pole. The moon, indeed, is the special thing of the sky! If the teacher asked me to answer what I appreciate the most, then I will not hesitate to answer: "natural art."
It is this round of the moon, no earthly hustle and bustle, only pure and quiet, she does not exist in any dirt and cumbersome, is not better than the so-called humanistic art? The natural is beautiful, natural, the most beautiful! I look at the flowers, flowers from colorful; I look at the trees, trees from.
8. Write an essay on the topic of "I am the most beautiful at this time"The most beautiful
I would like to be one of the many snowflakes.
--The title
Taste the rhythm of autumn, step into the maple forest. When you step over the fallen leaves on the ground, picking up a piece of intoxicating red leaves, you may be touched. It is the maple leaves that make this maple forest.
I have fallen in the magnificent palace, intoxicated by the majestic landscape, even if it is only stored in the memory of the moment. The world is often the same. Love the magnificence of the atmosphere but ignore the beauty of the tiny. The philosophy of life has given us this revelation: the details of the tiny, the most beautiful.
Everyone is just a hurried passer-by in time. Like a miserable sunset, it will set off infinite sentimental. In the last hours, despairing about the smallness of life. But do you realize, at this time seems to be cold afterglow in your body stroked, giving the last beauty of life and dignity? That is just forgotten by the people of the cold sunset, but at this time with its tiny power to ignite your whole life.
You can ignore a grass under their feet, but can not erase their struggle. No time to care about these weeds, we are so excused, but do not know in how many nights and days after the struggle they were able to be baptized by the sun. The earth is beautiful because of them in spring. I was wooden, and I was tempted to introspect on my own ignorance and crudity. I scorned them. In this moment, I was taken in by the tiny beauty of my soul.
I don't want to imagine what the world would be like if it existed in isolation; perhaps it would be unthinkable. It would be a tragedy if everything existed only because of itself.
I only want to imagine the winter snow, flying in the sky. It brings me a pure beauty, sweet refreshment. Perhaps I will have the opportunity to meet another self in this refreshing snow season, on the dolorous snowflakes.
They are destined to have only a fleeting life, which is destiny. The first time I saw this, it was a very good thing that I was so happy to see you. The beautiful figure cut down the sky of a moment, winter for them to bloom wonderful. Their youth in a brief moment becomes beautiful and meaningful, leaving a long forever in my heart.
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Tiny but peaceful.
The quiet beauty of life is fine. It is not a sensational shock, nor is it a shocking shock, but it is just an ordinary, deep-seated touch.
But the most beautiful ......
9. to the most beautiful as the subject of writing essaysSome people think that the sea is the most beautiful, the beauty of its vastness; some people think that the blue sky is the most beautiful, the beauty of its blue; some people think that the stars are the most beautiful, the beauty of the mystery of ...... I think that the sea, the blue sky, the stars and the most beautiful. The sea, blue sky, stars and butterflies, cats and dogs are beautiful, but I still think that the hardworking and simple bee is the most beautiful.
When I was a child, my mom took me to the countryside to see my grandmother. As soon as I arrived at my grandmother's house, I mingled with the children in the village, and we formed an "armed combat team", specializing in dealing with the bad guys in our eyes. We formed an "armed squad" to deal with what we saw as the bad guys. I was probably the guest of honor, so we all unanimously chose me to be the captain of the squad. So in I was majestically on the throne of the "captain".
As the saying goes, "a new officer takes on three fires", and I ordered my "men" to find a suitable weapon and go out into the field to find and clean up the "bad guys".
We arrived at the field, and wow! The scenery was breathtaking! In the spring, the whole earth covered with a thick layer of green carpet, in the carpet scattered with many wildflowers, white, red, yellow, purple ...... there are called famous, there are called unknown, they randomly anger in the green carpet, fragrant. There is more spectacular is that pieces of gold, since ancient times, gold represents noble, represents the right, represents the emperor, but even the palace is not here this momentum of rape flowers. They bloomed in the green branches, generally high, in pieces, as if the Tiananmen Square National Day parade dressed in yellow and green female soldiers square, neatly organized, the breeze whisked by, sent a real burst of fragrance ...... Spring girl with her wonderful pen for us to draw a beautiful "spring landscape map! ""。 We are intoxicated in this beautiful picture, I love the scenery here.
We are in the appreciation, the thoughts in the mind stretched, the hand of the "weapon" also unknowingly put down, but a discordant "buzz" sound disrupted our thoughts, we can not help but anger burning, and rushed to look for that annoying! We can't help but burn with anger and rush to look for that annoying thing to see who is making trouble here. Only to see a group of bees "sneak" to fly to a few rape flowers, do not know what to do. At that time, I was young and ignorant, and I thought that they must be up to no good if they were sneaking around. As the captain of the team, I commanded everyone: "Charge! Finish off these 'bad guys'!" So my buddies all picked up their weapons and fought towards the bees. But they were too nimble and we were too clumsy, so they dodged the bullet. We were even more angry that they escaped. So we turned our anger into strength and continued to attack the bees. This time we were unlucky. The bees were enraged by us and attacked us so fiercely that I hurriedly commanded the retreat. To demonstrate my valor, I said to my partners, "You go ahead and I'll break the back." So I put on the air of "one man to hold the pass, ten thousand cannot open". But the bees don't know this, a group of typical "illiteracy". So they sent a "little soldier" stung me, the pain I "wow", I rushed to my mom. I ran to my mom and she put some medicine on me and asked me what happened.
I told my mom what happened. Mom laughed and said to me: "bees that is in the honey, your favorite honey is the bee nectar after brewing, processing made." I nodded half-heartedly. "Also, that bee's life was over when it stung you, and it's so thought-provoking that it gave of itself so that everyone wouldn't be crippled!" I had completely frozen.
Butterflies are the most beautiful, in that he eats pests for humans; dogs are the most beautiful, in that it watches the house for humans; cats are the most beautiful, in that it catches mice for humans ...... Bees are the most beautiful, in that it contributes to the brewing of honey. Everything that contributes with its own hands is the most beautiful!
10. The most beautiful for the theme of writing essays"You are the most beautiful in my eyes, every smile makes me intoxicated. Your embrace of your goodness, your curled up mouth when you lose your temper. You are the most beautiful in my heart, only those who love each other can realize it best. You know and I know, this wonderful taste." In the song, "Yuquan" sings about the lover of this life as the most beautiful. As the saying goes, "A lover's eye reveals the beauty of the West", which is indeed true, and it really deserves to be said that "there is a beautiful woman in the north who is absolutely worldly and independent, who at first glance pours over people's cities, and then pours over people's countries. I would rather not know the city and the country, a good man is hard to get again. The beauty of this sinking fish and geese, the moon and flowers. And Tao Jinghong more said: "the beauty of mountains and rivers, ancient **** talk. Peak into the clouds, clear streams to see the bottom ...... "The magnificence of the mountains and rivers, is since ancient times the literati *** with the sigh of appreciation," clouds to the mountain is better, the clouds go to the mountain as a picture, the mountain due to the cloud obscurity, the cloud *** mountain high and low "is not a false name! The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
But then the beauty of the people, in the majestic mountains and rivers, are no match for my hometown - Chengdu. It is this kind of red face, is my heart that kind of beautiful mountains and rivers!
When you shuttle here, shuttle in the crowd, shuttle in the busy city you will feel that this is a lively place. At night, in the crowded city center, under the flickering lights. You can sip your wine, hold your glass high, and twist your body to let loose and sway on the stage. You'll be able to shake off the day's unpleasantness and immerse yourself in the night's clamor as the alcohol floods your nerves.
There is also a babyish, quiet side to the night here. How lovely and serene the night is in the towering mountains and in the secluded villages. "The sound of soughing bamboo leaves is accompanied by the birdsong of the night. You can gather around a campfire and warm your cheeks with the glow of the fire. Or you can sit under the secluded bamboo forest and watch the clouds in the sky as they silhouette and sigh at the world of life. Really, leisurely, leisurely ......
Chengdu is a nurturing place. Here tourist attractions are numerous, Xiling Snow Mountain, Dujiangyan, Emei ...... and other places are called you linger place. Snacks are more greedy to make you drool, from the colorful noodles to copy, dumplings, from the pickled brine to cold cold food, from the pan-fried preserves to cakes and soup Yuan, from the steamed and baked to the crispy fried, is really a wide range of flavors, all ah! The beautiful landscape with delicious snacks, coupled with the natural fun-loving nature of the Chengdu people, this is really laid-back.
Chengdu is my warmest memory. The hospitality of Chengdu people, the pleasant weather in Chengdu, and the fragrant smell mixed with the Chengdu dialect and simple smile. I know that no matter where I am now or later, my hometown is a chapter of the story that never grows old, quietly telling its beauty in my mind ......