Episode 1: Slanting Sun Dyeing the Fang Grass of the Long Pavilion Ancient Path
That day, I was fortunate to have seen an assembly. It was a gathering of warriors who would go to war on the eve of their parting. Camera, blowing the rallying cry, the warriors lined up forward, face or with a playful smile, careless, or a serious face, silent. Careless, is it contempt for the battle, or want to cover up the inner parting of the eve of the uneasiness? Silent, whether to calmly treat the years that will soon become history? I don't know, maybe it's all beyond my imagination. All this belongs to them only, I am just a spectator. One, two, three, and their expressions slowly unify with the countdown. "Cheese", click,,.... The only happiness of photography is in the acquisition of time, if beauty only exists in one second, then the photographer's observation of beauty continues to two seconds, and then, click. Momentary frozen beauty, into the photo to stay in the world, that passed away in the long time. Also picked up the phone, behind the photographer secretly took a few pictures of them.
Ka-ching, ka-ching, ka-ching, okay. The neat formation was disrupted by a "wow" sound, and each of them went back to their camps and continued to bury themselves in the sea of books. Suddenly there is an idea, if this time suddenly a downpour, they will be three or two hand in hand to the rain all the way to run wildly, screaming, until wet, until exhaustion, and then in the rain eyes to look at the silence waiting for the rain to stop, in the rain with a smile for the camp back? Maybe. In the rain, let the tears flow uncontrollably, without worrying about being seen by you, the rain can always be the eyes of the tears overflow through the cheeks of the traces of dilution, until disappeared. Unfortunately, the rain did not fall. Whether the rain on that day also know that June has not yet arrived, that is why it did not come down, so as not to disturb them, because there is so little time.
Suddenly, I want to add a note to those days of their passing called youthfulness, and a classic word comes to mind: ten years of hard work. But I don't want to use, because it is too bitter, too lonely, can only be hidden from the beautiful memories of those who are like a dream flourish, have friends to accompany and help the day, should be March blue, grass grows and flies. Instead of cold window alone, book shadow three people. Thinking about it, only to find three loads of cool summer, helpless to give them that in the mountain of books in the sea of questions in the companionship of the days spent to add.
There have been many, many places, we came and left, that called the table called podium called classroom called campus
There have been many, many things, we experience and forget, that called sadness called loss called happy called touched
There have been many, many friends, we experience and forget, that called the same table called brothers called confidant
There has not been a part of the The years sent it gently, we reached out to catch it quietly, and then carefully preserved. Waiting for a certain wind and rainy night, quietly drunken thoughts.
--800 words
Episode 2: "The Mongolian and Han Chinese love can't bear to say goodbye, and the blue grass at the end of the world is talking about the slanting sun" (cont'd)
Under the setting sun, the flowers turned golden, the grass turned golden, the steeds turned golden, and the sheep turned golden, and we stood on the grassland and said goodbye to our Mongolian compatriots.
At the invitation of our Mongolian compatriots, we drank a farewell drink. After that, we boarded the parting car, they waved at us and we waved back at them. The car started, and many people rode their best horses to follow the car, and the cows, sheep, and horses next to it somehow ran over and ran wildly together with the car, and the white clouds in the sky somehow covered the sky, leaving only the afterglow of the setting sun. The sun gradually set, but the Mongolian compatriots still refused to leave, saying that they wanted to send us out of the grassland. "Thank you, thank you!" I said silently in my heart.
The sun went down, the grassland turned silver-white under the moonlight, and the yurts all turned into little white dots. In the distance, our Mongolian compatriots were still standing outside the yurts waving at us. After leaving the grassland, the Mongolian compatriots who saw us off still remembered to bid us farewell and wished us a safe journey! The Mongolian and Han Chinese are really "Mongolian and Han Chinese love how to bear to say goodbye, the end of the world blue grass talk about the sun".
Mongolians and Han Chinese are like one big family, even if they are separated, but the heart is still together. No matter when, no matter where, as long as the heart is still together, even at the end of the world, will always come back together.
The end of the world, why the clear light full of Qiankun.
Sand window sunset gradually dusk, no one in the golden house to see tears.
Liangfeng Primary School, Zhangjiagang City, Jiangsu Province, sixth grade: Zhu Yu-chang
-500 words
Part 3: Sniffing the fragrance of the sunlight
Silent afternoon, golden sunshine wrapped in the warmth of the breath through the light green curtains gently stroll beside me, fresh, soft. The fragrance of the sunlight, always swirling in the mind, echoed this image:
Successive tests, chemotherapy, blood transfusions, injections, even if the pain is tortured, she still with a soft gaze and warm relief to her relatives, so that they are no longer fearful, no longer sad.
Lonely nights came, and she stubbornly supported all her relatives. She didn't want them to suffer death with her. A bean-sized bead of sweat broke out on her forehead, pulling tightly on the thin quilt, and fighting death to the death.
Chemotherapy had robbed her of her beautiful green silk, and to soothe the hearts of her friends and family, she talked and talked about the benefits and advantages of being hairless, cooler, more convenient, and so on and so forth. However, in the background, she is looking forward to the day when the green silk regeneration, health reappearance 。。。。。。
The door to the heart opened with such a tremor. Love - that shield against sorrow - sustained her in her fight to the death; perseverance loaded her dreams of living.
My heartstrings were tugged. I want to live hard for myself. Because "Life is not over, hope is not over. "I will no longer reminisce about the past or dwell on it, but I will strive for a better tomorrow.
Bi Shu Min once said; "People may not have love, freedom, health, money, but we must have mood. "Yes, where there is sunshine, there will be my smile. Sniffing the fragrance of the sun, slightly drunk in their own world, the frustration thrown in the past, will be longing to fill the heart, I will meet a better tomorrow.
--500 words
Part 4: Willow on the branches of the willow sheep blowing and less, the end of the world
Autumn wind overnight seems to have blown away a lot of tears, floating down like rain. How much aggression was I drowned in the heart rot, do not remember ever unpleasant probably have been erased by the years. Once the efforts become today's powerless, although the moon and lamps remain, but people already want to talk about tears first. The heart that has been hurt hopes to breathe, otherwise it will be really paralyzed. Often close your eyes, thinking so that you can not see, but the sky even the color has changed, I can detect. Clouds can not cover is the bright moon desperately trying to escape on the branches of the desire, how much I would like to lose consciousness, lose my intelligence, will not have to step by step to see through the hearts of the people, if life has been as good as the first time I saw how good, if our hearts will not go with the flow, then whether it will have a long time of immaculate naiveté. Flowers will eventually be damaged, just you are willing to do a red-colored paper flowers and the difference between the real delicate flowers.
The world of flowers, dress yourself lest you be dazzled, lest you lose yourself in the crowd. Don't wander in the air, read the floating so. Hide your soul, not to be tainted, learn the world is cloudy my monologue. I believe that when things are different, it is a good thing to be unchanged. The firm position is the shield of life, do not let the tears full of spring sleeves appear in my body, and even more do not struggle to find the scenery in the crowd, because the brightest beauty in the heart of the self. Despite the piece of body scars that also want to understand where the end of the world, because as the saying goes, "God for you to close the door when you will leave a window". That can look out the window of the world is not unearned, the world is not a feast, do not want a free lunch.
There will be a loss.
Guangdong Jiangmen Enping City, Mrs. Nian Le school junior: Pan Qingqing
--500 words
Part 5: the sun
At first glance, I heard the "ancient spies sun", the mind will come up with a sunset, battlements towering such a magnificent picture. However, despite the fact that the West Lake's "Ancient Disks and Slanting Sun" is built on the site of an ancient city wall, it gives people a kind and comfortable feeling everywhere, whether in terms of color tone or structure.
"Ancient Spy" is located in the northeast corner of the West Lake, that is, behind the West Lake Museum. When you come to the front door, you feel as if you are in front of your grandmother's old house, which is very kind to you. It turns out that the design of the door draws on the characteristics of the Fuzhou residence. The gray and white pillars and tiles, by a white large square inlaid with a red small square pattern composed of walls, dark red doorway ...... various colors match each other, looks so kind, simple and ancient. Above the door hangs a plaque, inscribed with "ancient soil oblique sun" four words, strong and majestic.
Steps people doorway, facing a wall screen door - this is also a major feature of the Fuzhou residential. The door has a hexagonal flower window. The door has a hexagonal flower window. From this view, the landscape in the garden looks like a landscape painting set on the wall. In this way, it adds a sense of hierarchy to the scenery.
Walking north, you come to a platform. The center of the platform is a fountain, because of the flowers around the pool in all seasons, so the name "flower pool". There are four ceramic carp in the pool, can spray water, water column up to four meters high. On the north side of the platform is an ancient tea room. The windows of the tea room absorbed the style of Suzhou gardens, pattern design and carving and carving are the top of the arts and crafts. The door, on the other hand, is made of tea-colored glass. Everything is so harmonized. In the soft song, visitors feel comfortable and leisurely.
Walking down the platform to the south, you come to the back of the screen door, a pool of blue water in front of your eyes. There is a rockery in the pool, and the sound of flowing springs on the mountain, J Yidong, is incessant and very melodious.
From here to the south, then to the center of the whole attraction. A small battlements stand, white gray walls engraved with four gilded characters: "ancient battlements oblique sun". Under the battlements is a lake, a few rockeries, stone lilies dotting it, and old trees on the shore. All of this constitutes a peaceful picture. However, the designer's intention does not seem to be limited to this. The blue waves in the lake rippled, and the reflections of the scenery on the shore also rippled with the waves. The sunlight reflects the *** waves on the battlements, and a silver-white "wave" swings on the city wall. All of this scenery in motion, quiet, quiet in motion, with so harmonious.
After crossing a three-curve bridge, you will come to the southernmost part of the attraction - the hexagonal pavilion. Pavilion is still simple and quiet, there is no paint red colorful beams and pillars, only dark red six beams and pillars; there is no colorful algal wells, but a large hexagonal sets a small hexagonal, layer sets open the pattern composed of algal wells; outside the pavilion, green trees. Visitors here only feel full of quiet, do not tolerate loud noise from the hexagonal pavilion out, after a section of colorful stone road, from the side door out of the "battlements slanting sun."
This is really "no way to find Penglai nowhere, the ancient battlements of the immortal residence of the slanting sun is good".
--900 words
Part 6: short paper slanting line idle as grass
I. Spring breeze, buy a mirror light dance flying
Dawn, a wisp of light Xi fluttered into the window gap. A flip, pulling out a string of birds and chirping.
No need for ice axe hammering, snow and cold has been picked up by the spring wind, warm sunshine, vivid life is a petal by petal breeding: buy a mirror - shine yourself.
Unloading the load of the mind, walking in the spring breeze, holding a mirror, so that the light in the mirror sunshine poverty and desolation, pile up wisdom and dreams, so that the state of mind transparent and bright. This is a longing that is full of song.
Can't withstand the temptation of poetry, buy a mirror, shine out the colors; strumming the strings, sliding down the melody; short paper diagonal line, writing the music of life ----
Let the spring breeze across the cheeks, holding a book, to buy a mirror to themselves, from the "gentleman's peace of mind and poverty, people know the fate of the" in the peace of mind, from the "gentleman's peace of mind, people know the fate of the". The tranquility of the mind, from the "discretionary greed spring and feel refreshed, at the dry rut to be still happy" in the soul sublimation. The release of the transcendent and unrestrained, open up the bones of the wild and atmospheric, and always tell yourself: cry tears, laugh out of personality.
Spring breeze, I buy a mirror light dance fly.
Second, the night of the moon, buy a mirror quietly treasured
Distracted starry sky, ink-blue sky hanging a bend of the golden lone boat in the clouds quietly wandering, melting moonlight quietly flow, such as Hua's silver wrapped in a trace of coolness, laying out a place of tenderness.
Silently standing on the earth, looking up at the deep dome of the sky, to the bright moon to buy a mirror, shine their own figure, listening to the wind blowing from the end of the years, with the vicissitudes of the sentimental and undulating disturbing matters of the heart, indistinctly as the flow of time. A fine inventory of flying pearls and jade-like memories that speak of gratitude for life.
Buy a mirror, let the rising and falling tides crash into the dam of life, let the tumbling waves of anger roar out the rhythm of the years. Life's lonely boat drifting alone, waving his hand has swept through the cold window for several years ...... Looking back, in the days when the wind and rain are like a note, always to this quiet moonlight buy a mirror, illuminating the figure of the late-night struggle, illuminating the profound wrinkles on the forehead of the teacher. Buy a mirror, so that I am hungry to read as meat, cold to read as fur, lonely and read as a friend, the ghost of a sad and read as a gold stone qinxie.
To the moonlight, buy a mirror, handful of handful of clear light, touch the gelatinous skin. Suddenly y versed in the nature of the night decorated with thick black is actually so lovely! With this mirror, you will not let your own heart lost in uncertainty, will not let your own heart gloomy sadness ...... Instead, you will realize that "the bright moon shining between the pines, the clear spring stone flow" rhyme, looking for "cicadas noise forest is more quiet, the birds singing The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
The night of the moon, I bought a mirror and quietly treasured.
Spring breeze, the night of the moon, the short paper slanting line idle grass, buy a mirror, the state of mind slowly clarify ......
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-- 800 words
Title 7: the short paper slanting line idle grass
I love the north of that fiery winds, unveiling the dust of history, the bones of the pride of the clanking; I love that the winds of history, the dust of history, the dust of history, the dust of history, the dust of history, the dust of history, the dust of the world. I love that in the green bushes of a stamen red, a branch of the unique, stay in the world of the fragrance. Just more love like water in the south of the river, the quiet streams out of the fragrance of elegant women, bang bang sculling ditty, the gentle fine moist singing voice.
Always said that in the rushing river, the vitality of the uninterrupted forward so that everything can not help but to the farther, the pursuit of struggle. True, life in the world, is an unstoppable torrent. If you do not want to be crowded waves lapping at the shore, you must muster all your strength and strive for heights and strengths until you finally see the end of the river, dissolving into the infinite blue. However, if you see the end of the end is the end, then after some struggle, it is finally also into the waves of the sea, such as Walden like the calm surface of the ocean, but not as clear and transparent as the lake can be reflected in a pure heart.
In this eager non-stop search, as a runner, is it, miss the applauder to realize a calm?
Not every one has a pair of legs comparable to a leopard, not every dream is out of reach waiting to pursue, and not every time you try to run at the end, are the sweet agar pool.
Looking at a poet, standing high on the mountain, murmuring: "A straw raincoat is flat." A light smile, brush off the fame, standing quietly at the head of the river, watching the river flow and east, drinking a bottle of wine, rather than say, he is a lost, I prefer to believe that he is a clapper.
Wandering in the head of the river, see the rise of the moon, he applauded with emotion: "The moon out of the east mountain, wandering between the bulls." Do not see the sad thoughts, in addition to the bitterness of the career, only because Su Zi Yi has a heart outside the world, fearless in the rushing torrent will be taken to where the body, only to seek the breeze and the moon is always present in the heart. View the change of all things, standing in the unchanged place, can not envy in the world, invite the flying immortals to travel with, the universe of the extreme infinity.
This is Su Zi's spectator, with no desire to heart, body to observe all things, even if the world in an instant face all change, he can still applaud to fishing shrimp as a friend, to the elk as a friend, floating away, feathered like an immortal.
When you don't feel like running, why don't you stand aside and applaud?
The old saying: no desire is just. When time is stagnant, it can be seen in the pursuit of, along the way only focusing on the sweat of the people, missed, the sunset and stars of the fantasy of the beautiful, lost the goose and bird flying south of the deep love, but also the loss of the pure heart of the newborn child. And the thirst for prosperity, compared to the loss, is only the end of the joy, the desire for those who tend to seek the magnificent puzzle of life in admiration, completed the picture of the absolute beauty.
I played the Jiangnan walked, is a straw raincoat rain of deep silence infiltrated the painting of the general serenity of the gurgling water, I grew up since the ordinary, do not pursue that far from the glittering glory.
But I am idle as a short grass by the blue pool, prostrate on the earth, listening to the song of the fish and birds, for the face of the flowers, applauded with joy.
Senior High School:Cheng Chao
--800 words
Part 8: Gift of the slanting sun
In the midst of boredom
I noticed you
Bright red without dazzling
Nearly perfect curves
With hope
Rising
Up north, down south, left, right and left
Oh this side is the best place to be
When I was in the middle of the night, I was in a hurry to find the best place for me.
Oh, this side is east and that side is west
Wait
This warm curve
It's the same on the other side of the sky
How can a careless person like me
Do not know the difference
And finally, I realized in a flash
New life or new birth
Both are equally gorgeous
Though the directions are different
These curves are not the same. Though in different directions
they all go in the same direction
--100 words
Episode 9: The slanting sun
Who is it that dances with joy. Oh, it's you, the setting sun. I know that only you, can make me lighten up and think. That once charming, is no longer reproduced. That once dreamy, is also no longer knocking. Snuggle up to this poplar and watch the golden dance between the window panes. See the tide rise and fall, listen to the grass grow and fly. That is not a thousand years of legends have resurfaced, talking about those desolate. Is it touched. Although the red dust is gone, my heart is still sad. Listen to the undulation of the pine waves, just tired of the hustle and bustle. Let yourself to the heart a vacation, no longer to deliberate, no longer to brew, no longer let the endless silence let chaos. The rest is only to appreciate. Can not learn that laughter, why not a person to taste, has no longer brilliant. Who is it, crying softly. Oh, the sunset. Only you, can go to read that endless silence. That without the sun's brilliant smile. There is no moonlight quiet tenderness. But you, is still beautiful. That remnant of the sun, has been slowly falling, as the autumn leaves, just back to the root of the place.
Pingchang County No. 2 Middle School: Xia Xuanxue
--500 words
Part 10: The far path of the slanting sun
Childhood fades quietly, poplar flowers fall gently, and Zi Gui cries softly. The night was so quiet that it was hard to settle down, and the only way to sleep was to put the emerald green coat over my body, let my hair condense on my forehead, and sleep close to my head.
The days stretch on, walking in the light rain of March, holding a folding umbrella, head down in meditation, let the rain from the top of the umbrella along the edge of the flow, drop by drop on the ground.
Distant from the pale sky, the slanting sun along the path westward. And in the silver glow, people walking alone with the sun, the heart full of comfortable ease, and difficult to uphold the solo wake up.
Listening to her, the slanting sun is a symbol of the serenity of the years so I learned to walk alone at sunset. Learned to walk alone in the sunset, alone experience the serenity, alone sadness.
When everything really faded, we will be far away from the path of the slanting sun, or companion or alone, there is always some tranquility to the taste of the distance. I'm not asking about the world, but I'm looking forward to the literature, to the eternal dream.
At this time, listening to music, walking in the sunset, remembering the past years, long gone dreams into tears of sadness, but the road continues to extend in front of the eyes of the ageless years, no end.
The far path of the slanting sun, stepping all over the place where the setting sun can shine, drunkenly lying in the sunlight straight streams diarrhea dream place. Let the compact dream, a diarrhea full of body. The capitalization of the years passed in the foot, stand up, continue to walk!
--350 words
Part 11: The Eternal Slanting Sun
Forceful and powerful,
The time is not favorable to the piebald.
The piebald does not pass away, but what can be done,
Yu, Yu, Yu, what can be done.
The sad song rang out, a remnant of the sunset red through the sky, soft sunlight, like the very Yu Ji's gentle gaze.
But this moonlight will never appear in front of your eyes again. The beauty in your arms has her eyes closed, no breath, no heartbeat, so cold.
Cold like your heart.
The breeze blew by, perhaps Yu Ji's soul had already dissipated with the wind. In the Han camp in the distance, the sad song continued.
That is the tune of the Chu people, and the only ones who can sing those tunes are your soldiers.
Perhaps they are calling out to you to save them, but in your hands, there are less than a thousand soldiers left.
Though victory and defeat are commonplace, you have vaguely touched the feeling of despair.
How many soldiers were killed or wounded in this campaign, and how many were captured? The captured soldiers sang sad songs in unison at the Han camp, and God knows whether they will still be able to see the sunrise tomorrow morning.
Alas, is Gaixia, the place of your burial?
No, even if you die, you can't die at the hands of the enemy; even if you die, you must fight for a way out for the only remaining generals under you.
They were willing to give even their lives for you, and the only reward you gave them was to let them return alive.
You were less than thirty years old, and you had risen up for eight years, and had gone through more than seventy wars, never losing a single one, before you became the Overlord of the World.
And to be besieged here today, could it be that the heavens have brought about your demise?
No, even if it is the will of heaven, I must bravely fight against heaven, even if I fall into hell, I must let that soldiers go back unharmed.
But the once tens of thousands of soldiers, I do not know how many are already dead under the sword.
Tears soak your eyes.
No, they are not tears, they are blood from your heart.
You are determined that even if you bleed, even if you die, you will not be trapped in a cage like a beast in a cage. Even if you die, you will rush out!
You mounted your Uyama and rushed out of the camp. The moonlight pours down from the sky, just like the gaze of the former beauty, Yu Ji.
But this gaze can only be recalled in your heart forever.
The Han soldiers, however, quickly came after you, slash after slash, like slashing at your heart. Their merciless knives took most of your generals, leaving you with only your last hundred soldiers.
You looked up to the sky and sighed, "King of Western Chu, has there ever been a time when you were in such a sorry state?
The sky is killing me! If you fight against the sky, you will always lose!
Thinking like this, you are lost. The passersby don't even want to show you the way, and detour you into the swamp.
When you recognize the road, the Han soldiers come after you again, and you are surrounded by tens of thousands of men, now, only twenty-eight of them are left.
Ahead of you is the Wujiang River and the Wujiang Pavilion. When the chief of the pavilion asked you to cross the Wu River to become the king again, you refused.
"Xiang Yu is incompetent and has lost his army, how can he face the people of Jiangdong?
"Perhaps the only way to thank you for your sins is to die!"
You gave your Uyama, which had followed you for many years, to the Pavilion Chief, and faced the blackened Han army, you resolutely led the last twenty-eight soldiers and drew your sword.
Watching your soldiers fall one by one, you are numb to the battle before you, no, this pure killing. Your numb arm mechanically swings out a flower of blades into your enemy's chest.
But what is the use? It was just a short delay of his own death.
Suddenly a familiar face amongst the Han generals comes into your bloodstained eyes, it is your old townsman, Lu Matou.
He didn't dare to look at you, but just pointed at you from afar and said, "This is Xiang Yu, the king of Western Chu.
Hearing this, you actually smiled bashfully.
What makes a defeated general a king? The so-called Western Chu Hegemony, it's just a false name.
Looking at the torrential river and the bodies of the last 28 soldiers by the river, you are suddenly relieved like never before.
It's just a pity that the promise to the generals was not fulfilled, ah, or let them sacrifice their lives for themselves.
You look up to the sky and laugh, "Since King Han has rewarded my head with a thousand pieces of gold and ten thousand vassals, let's give the deceased a favor!"
You swing your sword decisively!
The cold blade in your hand touches your equally cold, blood-stained neck.
Powerful and powerful,
The time is not favorable, and the piebald will not pass.
What can I do if my piebald doesn't run away,
What can I do if my piebald doesn't run away,
What can I do if my piebald doesn't run away.
The sad song rang out, a piece of the remaining red sunshine red through the sky, the soft sunlight, like Yu Ji's gentle gaze.
Welcoming this gaze, your soul in the long road of history, gradually walking away.
Behind you, there is an eternal slanting sun.
Tai'an Experimental School, Junior: ***
--1200 words
Part 12: Slanting Wildflowers
On the hill, the breeze. On the hill, drifts.
While the wildflower is alone on the hill, it has its own place; although the wildflower is alone on the hill, but he didn't complain about anyone; although the wildflower is alone on the hill, but he added a different color to the peak.
The wildflower had only five tiny petals, but they were still so every, so colorful, and the small, pink petals were as beautiful as the little flower's face.
The little flower was alone on the hill, and was able to germinate, grow roots, leaves and flowers in such a difficult life. It's really not easy, he grew out through the stormy weather, wind and waves. But after the rain, he is still strong to show the slight beauty of the sweet smile, but do not shed a tear, is how strong ah!
The little flower stood where the solemn immobility, love him to break out of the process of how much he overcame the difficulties, break out of the ground after it is not? He looked at the world alone, but he was only small in the small but a small flower, and there has never been any one to find him? He may not want anyone to find him, he just want to slowly melt away alone, do not want to have a person to pick him, he is just quietly for the world to do more than a small contribution to the small, never ask for any reward.
If one day this place is full of plants, and many people come here to play, why would they care about a tiny wildflower? But it won't care, he'll just add color to the group. Maybe someone stepped on a wildflower without paying attention, and why would he ever complain about the person who stepped on him?
Golden stamens in the sunlight, looks particularly dazzling, piercing our eyes only the golden light it!
In the group of famous flowers, he and they have ever "beauty and ugliness" it? The beautiful ones don't necessarily have golden stamens, and the ones that don't seem beautiful sometimes have golden stamens!
Shaanxi Tongchuan seven all the way elementary school sixth grade:Peng Jing
--600 words
Title 13: field, a touch of sunshine
Sunset afterglow, trembling covered the whole of the ancient reed lake. When the slanting wind blew, the reed spikes detached themselves from their mothers and fluttered in the wind.
With the chilly evening wind blowing, I strolled along the dusky ridge of the field. Watching that golden sunset spilling over the earth, over me, over the piles of wheat grain ......
The sun was just about to set, and it was all so harmonious, as if preparing for the lonely darkness of the coming night. I sat next to a scarecrow and watched the sun set and the geese return. So soothing. Life! Life! Maybe this is life.
The ebb and flow of this kind of life, the bitterness and sweetness of life. Let me think that this is life. In the yellow leaves everywhere, migratory birds want to return to the dusk of autumn life is continuing. The afterglow of the setting sun is all over heaven and earth, shining on the golden ears of wheat, hidden from view. A tiny seed flows into the long river of my life.
The slanting sun in the fields breathes new hope into life. The sun is slowly setting, the evening wind clear face, gazing at the afterglow of the distant mountains, I seem to be able to feel that life's hottest energy, perhaps that has been y imprinted in our memories. That luster, is your strongest support. I know, between heaven and earth is filled with the breath of harvest, that is the continuation of your life. Knock up the door of life, so that the green of life in the long river of time, the source of long-lasting.
Like a fine rain sprinkled down my heart, the feeling so mysterious, you with a fiery passion, hot heart, the permanent interpretation of life. Disappearance means a new beginning, like a drop of water in the water ripples. Oh! That's you singing about life!
The autumn wind rises, meaning the end of the cicada's life. The persistent waiting, just for a season of singing. After the summer, the "spring" of the cicada's life is over. This can not help but make people sigh this is how persistent heart ah! When we remember the colors of the autumn wind, we can still hear this song of life in our ears. Summer is gone, but the hope is sown.
Life is only once, how precious and how short. The reeds of the river are no longer bright, but you can still reach out and touch their temperature. The yellowed leaves of the trees carry the trials and tribulations of time. This is still a vast world, the cycle of life, just need to live a good, that is the greatest praise for life.
The night is deep, everything is silent, silver plate like the moon spread bright moonlight.
Tomorrow, the slanting sun is still ......