One, these a hill of raccoons as, completely leopard ambition, greed ferocious incomparable.
Second, strolling back home, all around actually filled with a faint fragrance, refreshing, only to find that osmanthus has quietly bloomed. The small flowers, like a sweet smile. It smells good! I greedily sniffed a few mouthfuls, the fragrance of flowers suddenly spread in my mouth and nose. Gradually infiltrated my heart. I was intoxicated by the fragrance of the flowers, but also immersed in this beautiful autumn day. This pure flower language belongs to the autumn, this fragrance of flowers belongs to the autumn. Autumn, is so beautiful!
Three, the big wolf fell headlong on the snow, kept sucking the mouth full of blood, raised his head to the sky desperately crying and howling, mournful and tragic, more painful than to take its life. In the ancient Mongolian steppe, for the wolf, the wolf's teeth are equal to the wolf's life. The wolf's most ferocious and sharp weapon is its upper and lower four wolf teeth, if there is no wolf teeth, all the wolf's brave, tough, intelligent, cunning, ferocious, greedy, arrogant, ambitious, patient, sensitive, alert, physical endurance and so on, all the character personality and physical nature, all equal to zero. In the wolf world, a wolf can survive with one eye blind and one leg lame and two ears missing. But if the wolf has no teeth, it will be fundamentally deprived of the right to dominate the grassland, not to mention the wolf to kill for the day, or the wolf to eat for the day. If the wolf has no teeth, the wolf has no heaven. The wolf can no longer hunt and kill its favorite big livestock, can no longer defend the attack of the hounds and the competition of the same kind, can no longer tear and cut, large pieces of meat and drink blood, can no longer in the harsh grassland in time enough to replenish energy. All its pride and ambition in the grassland, its position in the wolf pack and the respect of its kind will all be lost. It can only live for the time being, living with mouth and no teeth, living to watch the slaughter and feast of its own kind, swallowing in its eyes the things it is most unwilling to see. There is only one way left for it to die in the future, slowly thinning to death, freezing to death, starving to death, dying of anger and harboring a death.
Four, the so-called aesthetic only exists in the plot. Because it is not beautiful, we will go to the bitter pursuit; because it is not beautiful, let us know that there is something called hope.
Fifth, a lot of wins of the thousand Buddha Mountain, can not go one by one to say. Stroll through the pear orchard, the scenery is charming. March, the flowers are open, one by one, light and delicate, filling the entire pear garden, the aroma, the skin people's hearts and minds. As the Jin Dynasty poet Duan Jichang's Pear Garden said: a forest of light vegetarian charming spring light, through the bone thick smoked lily fragrance. Pear tree leaves up, is greedily absorbing the sun, and many apricot blossoms, surrounded by clusters of cypress pine trees, too beautiful!
Sixth, I looked up at the starry sky, watching those stars greedily smashing their eyes at me, as if telling me how happy they were! Yes, they embellish the black sky, they decorate the night sky so profound, so charming
seven, do not complain about the clean and light taste, should worry about greed and iron window tears.
Eight, the fall, is conducive to the growth of apple wonderful season. Apples greedily sucked the autumn manna, in the farmers uncle's careful care, thrive, and soon grow fruit. At the end of the month, the apple in the south is ripe. Its taste, color, and shape are very appealing, round, like a small ball of leather. Some apples look like round alarm clocks. Some apples are green, some are red, some are pink, some are red and delicate, and some are so red that they are black.
nine, selfless friendship makes youth sublimation, greed selfishness indifference ruthlessness Mingzheshi turn a blind eye, is not the embodiment of maturity.
Ten, what should I say? I love you very much, very much, love these words are so empty and unconvincing. I woke up today desperately trying to think, trying to find out something that no one can doubt, love you indeed evidence no, no, no. I remembered that one evening, at the top of the fifth floor, you were asleep, childlike, breathing softly and quietly. I looked at you, recklessly, close to you, and every breath you exhaled I greedily inhaled into my lungs. It was summer, it was quiet outside, everything was distant, and I was just so quietly mesmerized by your breath. I thought to myself that this is the same breath, people can live on carbon dioxide, as long as there is love.
Xi, Gulliver also talked about the law and the use of money. He said that the European Jehu people think: whether it is to use money or save money, money is always the more the better, there is not a time enough, because they are by nature, either extravagant and wasteful or insatiable greed. The rich enjoy the fruits of the poor, and the ratio of the poor to the rich in numbers is one thousand to one.
Twelve, the plum blossom color also varies, some as bright as the morning sun, some white as snow, and green as jasper. Plum blossom bloom or have early and late, in the same plum tree, you can see the blossom of various forms. Some shy to be released, pink buds tender and lovely; some just bloomed, there are a few small bees drilled into the greedy pollen; some bloomed for a long time, pink and soft petals love. The plum blossoms that bloomed earlier are now fading. You don't have to worry about the petals breaking as the wind blows the flowers down, but the plum blossom is not a delicate flower.
Thirteen, fill your stomach, but not fill the heart of greed.
Fourteenth, the spring cold, grass from the soil drilled out, shaking its yellow-green pointed head, watching it déjà vu world. It greedily sucked the manna of spring, not a few days, the tender green and narrow leaves will be dancing in the spring breeze, whether in the fertile field, or in the barren mountain beams, they are growing vigorously, and with their own emerald green body embellished with the earth, so that the spring is more gorgeous. Seeing this scene of vitality, a force that urges people to rise up will be born.
Fifteen, however, not for others to pay attention to this point, as I have to deal with a mountain of things alone, let's say, I always go to the school library during the break time, voraciously read more than.
Sixteen, spring, everything is revived. A spring thunder awakened the spring shoots. They broke through the soil, overturned the stones, overcame the difficulties and emerged from the ground one by one. Wrapped in a light brown coat, the spring shoots also wore a hat decorated with yellow spikes on their heads, just like a tender doll, lovely. They welcomed the spring breeze, greedily sucked in the spring nectar, smiled in the sunshine, and grew in the spring rain, one section, one section, another section. Upward, upward. Upward again.
Seventeen, the bureau and the process are there again to entangle even their own feel greedy.
Eighteen, life three big regrets: will not choose; do not insist on choosing; constantly choose. Three do not fight: do not fight with the gentleman fight name, do not fight with the small man fight profit, do not fight with heaven and earth clever. Three practice: to see through the thinking, to take the stand and put down, to stand upright and stable behavior. The three traps of life: carelessness, gullibility and greed. Three major sorrows in life: not learning from a good teacher, not making friends with a good friend, and not grasping a good opportunity. Three things can't be hard: spending money, drinking, marriage.
Nineteen, greed, your mouth, is the poverty phase.
Twenty, get up in the morning, the living room window glass is full of beautiful ice skyline, like rows of cedars, the wind and snow, standing tall; like a beautiful peacock open screen when the tail is open, vivid; like a piece of spring sunshine under the thriving grass; and like a cute little squirrels in the stone jumping happily nature is really magical, a pair of unseen hands, in the silent The nature is really amazing, a pair of invisible hands, in a silent way to create a beautiful and magical wonders. I forgot the cold, like eating a kind of delicious food, greedily watching.