Whether in school or in society, we all have the experience of writing essays, very familiar with the composition, right? Composition is a way of recounting the relevant knowledge, experience and ideas that people store in their memories and express them in written form. Do you know how to write a good essay? The following is my essay for you: the most beautiful, I hope it can help you.
Essay: The Most Beautiful 1I would like to be one of the many snowflakes.
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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 sadness. 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.
I would like to be one of the many snowflakes.
Tiny but peaceful.
The beauty of life is quiet and subtle. It is not a sensational surprise, nor is it a shocking shock, but it is just an ordinary, deep-seated touch.
But it is the most beautiful ......
Essay: The Most Beautiful 2Begin to recall those fragmented fragments, and found that the stars in the mind are met.
I have begun to blur the picture of the encounter with you, only to know that the sun was just right, the breeze to help the bank, the leaves of the light spots between the pouring between your eyebrows, the detached smile as your deep obsession, the peach blossom flow is that you and I can not let go of the bond that summer, saw you slightly ambush the table, the slender wrist in the white paper tracing points, it turned out to be wind Huarong fall can not resist the face of your pouring city.
It is said that the memories are not full of the boat, we swing the swing to the memories dumped on the other side. I think of that year we defy the image of sitting together devouring, and then I pointed to eat the face of the heart does not change the color of the heart does not jump you, snapped long sigh, leaving you a string of silver bells like laughter, lingering in the ears, the original eagle flying long sky, green cui vines you have not been far away.
Sunrise, across the horizon of youth, the sea waves, listen to you say "facing the sea, spring flowers" vow, and then the future silently outlined in the tomorrow, where we shoulder to shoulder, ten fingers holding each other, in the green sandy beach, footsteps connected to imprinted in the piece of soft, snuggling together to see the sunset, let the sun pull our figure more and more long. Our silhouettes pull more and more long, perhaps the sea of oaths are not as good as we look at each other speechless, palms gradually clear lines all the way to stumble, as we have ups and downs of the flow of the years never a horse flat river.
The heart of the room Bishui condensation, the past life of the past life, force through the back of the paper, and once again I remembered the first time I met you, short hair shoulder-length, eyes full of starlight splendor, clear and elegant small words like your appearance of the show, with all this is compiled into a small poem, just to commemorate our beautiful encounter, I vaguely remember the wind blowing Suzuran, the South Street store, you pinched a complete Xiaolongbao a mouthful of downwardly swallowed, the right eyebrow flick, as if the mind is in the peach face, the right eyebrow, the right eyebrow flick, the right eyebrow flick, the right eyebrow flick, the right eyebrow flick, the left eye, the right eye. As if the mind are in the peach face, not to increase or decrease, the rain is soft, tung flower demon ripples, only to leave the time limp in some of the former.
Years and years, the birthday knocked before the red lips murmured, asking for gifts are falling in the cloud sky, white clouds lingering, lonely, long days. Within the old time your orange has long changed, the apple can also sleep peacefully, bless you night and day. Lightly traced scrolls, all things lovingly, the heart of the rocky mountains, "only under the heart, but on the brow" and how a light years, began to miss, miss those wanton years, a zhang beer, two people against the head to suck the top layer of foam, the first taste of Xinqi, any bitter taste stimulate the taste buds and nasal passages, and then red-eyed look at the other side of the mess without regard to image! Laughing, as if all buried deep in the heart of the haze at this moment no longer exist, only I know that no matter how good or bad there are two kinds of external, a kind of indifference to the outsiders used to protect the inner most silent self, the other is in front of me or happy or sad or happy or sad girl, like a delicate embroidery beautiful people can not move away from the eyes.
This summer, will be the end of the moment struggling to capture the feeling of those who are about to disappear, the broken raffia ring deep buckle in your fingers, the original forgetting is so difficult to do, no wonder that so many people are dying to live in the memories, are not willing to soberly step into the tomorrow, the heavens and the earth, you are the most beautiful love letter I have ever written.
Composition: the most beautiful 3The delicate roses, pavilion standing orchids, graceful peonies .... But I think there is a kind of flower is the most beautiful, she called "warmth".
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The day I went to visit my grandmother, I ate dinner and prepared to go home at eight o'clock. Walking on the road, the dark sky is smooth and flawless, no stars, no moon. On the ground, neon lights flashing, the edge of the building, the roadside trees are equipped with colored lights, very beautiful. The streetlights were neatly arranged, the light clear yet psychedelic. The wind, very light, cool. Blowing people very comfortable.
My parents and I were a little sleepy and didn't want to walk home. "Why don't we take a cab back?" Dad suggested. "Sure." Mom and I agreed.
When we reached the intersection between the sidewalk and the driveway, Dad reached out and waved for a cab that was headed this way. But up close, there were already passengers in the car. "It's already occupied." I muttered. Dad had to wait for the next one. After a while, there was another cab, an empty one, although it was traveling in the opposite direction of our house. Dad held out his hand again, but the driver didn't stop. "Maybe it's not convenient to turn around." I thought. Cab after cab passed by, and Dad held out his hand again and again without stopping a car. It was getting late and I lifted my wrist to look at my watch, the needle was nearing half past eight.
The evening breeze is no longer comfortable, and the slightest chill comes from the collar. Roadside buildings in the light of a room to darken down, the trees are green and some eerie. The neon lights were still flashing, but blurred in sight. The lights on the street suddenly feel so cold, it is true that although the city is prosperous, it is not as warm as the countryside? "Clatter - clatter -" the only sound in the ears is that of a relentless car driving by.
"How come there are just no cabs stopping?" I asked my mom anxiously, while my dad barely held out any hope but once again reached out to greet a passing cab .... Expectedly, the cabs still drove by.
At this time, the front came a red car, saw us seem to slow down, slowly driving towards us, only to see the windows slowly rolled down, into the eyes of a wearing a red sweatshirt, dignified and beautiful big sister, beautiful and elegant face swept the spring like a beautiful smile. A pair of big and bright eyes, I can feel her serenity, her elegance, her enthusiasm ...... Just like a round of vigorous red sun. I can't help but think of Tie Ning's "Maiden in Red", which is warm and lovely. "Parking is prohibited on this side Oh, you guys go to other intersections." Her voice was kind, warm, and nice. "Thank you!" The big sister smiled, and the red sedan gradually accelerated and slowly disappeared into the traffic.
Looking up at the road sign, which I had carelessly forgotten, it really said "No Parking".
According to my sister's advice, we changed the intersection and soon got a bus back home.
Open the bedroom door, I went to the balcony, a round of bright moon hanging in the treetops at some point, bright moonlight to the earth with a silver gown, shining on the balcony, the flowers more delicate. Sprinkled in front of the window, some cool, and with a little fragrance of the night air intertwined, refreshing. The neon lights outside were still so colorful, and the whole city was quiet and cozy. Everything is so beautiful and full of hope.
Who said the prosperous city lacks human warmth? I don't know where the big sister in red is from, and I don't know what her name is, but her smiling face as warm as the spring breeze has always remained in my mind. I know that in this city, there are many warm, kind, simple and wonderful people like that big sister in red. Let's sow the seeds of civilization together! Let the flower of warmth open everywhere on earth! Splendid and colorful!
Essay: The Most Beautiful 4In the park, a few banyan trees hanging down their long whiskers, swaying, the wind will be dark green pool water ripples, rustling ......
A "crunching" wheelchair crushing the sound of the leaves, it is! I looked at the sound of the wheelchair, only to see a young man pushing a wheelchair. Wheelchair sitting on an old lady, dressed neatly, face serene, the corner of the mouth with a smile, very harmonious, who are they? I couldn't help but run over curiously.
To go down the steps, the young man turned the wheelchair, slowly let the big wheels behind the wheelchair go down first, and then let the front of the small wheels slowly down. Finally reached the flat ground, the young man wiped a handful of sweat, asked the wheelchair on the old lady: "Mom, do you feel the bumps? Tell me if you do!"
The old lady quickly waved her hands: "No, no."
So they are a mother and son!
The son breathed a sigh of relief and pushed the old lady around the square, round and round, round and round, the wind seems to be singing for them, rustling ......
The son pushed the old lady while saying: "Mom, look, then the lilies, how white, how beautiful flowers ah! Look, that is full of stars, how like a little star which!" That is the moonflower, smell, how fragrant ah ...... "son gushing, the old lady look, look, smell, face emerged happy smile. The son narrated, pushing all the way to say ......
The wind blew the old lady's hair, turned up the corner of her coat. The son squatted down, smoothed out the old lady's clothes, combed her hair flat, and removed some of the turf mess. He also took off his coat and draped it over the old lady, saying, "Mom, it's windy, let's go home!" 5
Spring, summer, fall and winter, like four magical actors, change a most beautiful picture.
It's beautiful when spring arrives! It's a season when the earth springs back to life and everything recovers. Like snakes, bears, frogs ...... and other animals have stopped hibernating, climbed to the ground to enjoy the spring. Birds chirping spring, flowers compete, grass buds, swallows also flew back to build a nest, the spring to the earth to restore the atmosphere of the purple and red. Even the spring rain, spring thunder are continuous to come for us to report spring. Spring is a good season for sowing, farmers are taking advantage of this good season to start sowing, in the fall there will be a good harvest.
Spring, it is not as dry and hot as the summer, not as cold as the fall, not as cold as the winter. And spring is a vibrant, energetic spring. This makes me think of our mother, mother is like the earth, mother gave birth to us, we have a life, the earth back to spring, it is the same as everything to start again, all the life again.
People can like spring, because this beautiful spring, give people a new start, new harvest, new life, new hope.
The hot summer is here, the sun is like a freshly baked groundnut, the earth hot red, steaming, even a variety of small creatures are not spared: people sweating like a pig, the dog spit out his tongue all day long to dissipate the heat, making ha-ha sound, the flowers are sunburned skinny bones like wood. Everyone is wearing short sleeves and shorts, and holding a fan in their hands, but they can't resist the power of the sun.
The trees have changed from being bare to dense and green, and the adults are sitting under their arms, talking about chess, and the children are jumping and playing beside them, and the cicadas on the trees are busy with their singing contests, and the whole park is filled with the pleasant sound of insects! Kiki! "Chirp, chirp, chirp!" At first it was the sound from this tree, and after a while it was the insects chirping from that tree, creating a heavenly sound of a summer afternoon.
Come to the beach, look out, the waves are like a dragon when the magnificent spectacle, the people on the beach are playing volleyball, some in the pile of sand castles, there are people in the sun tanning, the whole piece of the coast shows a happy scene, tired of playing can also soak in the cold sea water, feel comfortable and cozy, it is really a great enjoyment of life ah!
When it comes to summer nights, you'll be reminded of the starry night sky and the white Milky Way. ...... It's such a beautiful scene that you might want to raise your head at night and savor the feeling of being bathed in a starry night sky, and you'll be able to discover a different kind of summer!
On a hot summer day, in addition to cooling off, playing in the water, and stargazing, you can also do what you want to do in the house while blowing cold air, which is also a good choice. Summer is a hot, scary season, with scary typhoons and thunderous thunderstorms, but it also has a good side after all, it fills everything in the world with living breath, makes the trees grow thicker, and the days are longer than the nights, and it is the embodiment of light;
Autumn is here, and it's so beautiful! The chrysanthemums bloom proudly, red, yellow, and white ...... red as fire, yellow as gold, and white as jade. They have different shapes, some are naughty and cute, some show a solemn look. It is really marvelous. We have to learn the positive spirit of the chrysanthemum ......
Autumn is a harvest season, look, the apple tree in the orchard, a dense and large and red apples hanging high on the tree. The grapes on the vine are purple and big, look, can really call people drooling. The two pomegranate trees are full of red pomegranates, their bellies bulging, some full of cracked, as if it seems to hear what a funny joke, grinning mouth laughing. Thinly open the skin, a grain of white and red pomegranate seeds, like pearl like bright crystal. Throw into the mouth, sweet, can be really delicious.
The field, everywhere, a harvest scene: cotton white like snow, cotton branches full of peach-like cotton, a tree on dozens of, the pressure of the cotton branches bent over; rice are chopsticks so thick; heavy ears of grain frequently nodded; full sorghum red like fire ......
Autumn with a burst of coolness, a slight breeze, let the people of the world. , a hint of breeze, making people feel that winter is approaching step by step. Autumn is also the time for the leaves to show their charm, this time, a burst of autumn wind blew, the leaves on the trees will be changed into a golden evening dress, groups of pairs of romantic dance. In the last moment of their lives left a beautiful memory ......
The breath of winter quietly came to earth, he blew the whole world into a powdered jade, he blew down the goose feather-like snow, he blew a blow to the people's love of winter, the joy of the atmosphere overflowing in the hearts of the people.
"Ah! How beautiful snow ah!" I can not help but shout from the bottom of my heart! Looking up at the snowflakes drifting downward． I opened my mouth to stop the floating snowflakes, a piece of cold, cold snowflakes into water droplets, flowing down the cheeks, so that I feel the beauty of the winter cold. Its beauty, the beauty is not empty, is so let a person's mind, beautiful and moving, let a person intoxicated in this snow scene．
After learning, ho! What a magnificent snow scene, the earth after the snow everywhere covered with silver, into a crystal fairy tale world. The rows of trees are proudly bloomed full of trees "silver flowers", in the sun's illumination flashed with a white moving light, I like to enter the snow fairy tale so that I can not let go, and fall out of the leaves of the willow branches, the side of the side hanging down a lot of delicate silver stripes. It is really "suddenly like a spring breeze, thousands of trees, thousands of pear blossoms" ah! The silver bars are not like pear blossoms are containing put open, seems to appear again a spring scenery, like the wonderful Qinqin sound. That have fallen from the jade chip children, reflecting the sunrise flashes colorful colors, dress up this wonderful world. The magpies on the branches were also intoxicated by this vivid snow scene, a motionless stop for a long time, like a dashing boy spread his wings and fly, gradually disappeared from the white world. Snow is beautiful to me, but more specifically it is the "toy" of many children. Snowball fights, snowmen, skiing and so on ...... I could not resist the temptation to participate in the snowball fight competition in our hospital, a fierce snowball fight competition is about to open.
I love this beautiful spring, summer, fall and winter, I love this most beautiful painting!
Composition: the most beautiful 6For everyone, memory is the most precious, it is the most beautiful in the world.
Memories of the past, that a warm and moving picture, that an innocent smile, as if the fireplace, giving me warmth and strength.
"Oh, school is over! "A wonderful voice came. I remember this time was the happiest moment of my young age. I jumped and ran to my most beloved mother and couldn't wait to tell her everything that happened in school today.
When I got home, I didn't care what it was, I turned on the TV, and I sat my butt down on the couch. "Really, the cartoon is inserting commercials again," "You little guy all day long know how to watch TV," said my mother, pointing at me, unhappy.
At that moment, a little boy about my age appeared on the TV, quietly hiding outside the door of the house, watching his mom washing his grandmother's feet. So he followed his mother's example and went to fetch a basin of water and brought it to his mother's bedroom to wash her feet...
Seeing this, I remembered the homework assigned by my teacher. So I took the basin, came to the bathroom, received a basin full of water, and brought it to my mother's room with a swing. Then I ran to the kitchen and pulled my mom to her room by her clothes. I smiled and said to my mom, "Come on, mom, sit down, I'll wash your feet," but she said to me, "Don't make a scene, I have to cook. "I had no choice but to pull my mom to the bed, take off her shoes, and then slowly put her feet into the hot water, and then looked up and smiled and said to her, "Is it hot?
Mom's feet a little shy to let me fiddle, a few fine marks clearly reflected in my eyes, this is my mother for me to work hard after the irony left behind, I carefully and slowly cleaned, and then with a dry towel to dry mom's feet, to put on shoes for mom. "Mom, wait a minute, I'll go pour the water," Mom smiled. Until now, this smile is still clearly imprinted in my heart.
I realized that even when I do a small thing for my mom, she feels happy. Therefore, my mom's one bright smile is always the most beautiful memory in my mind!
Essay: The Most Beautiful 7There are many most beautiful people around us: there are silent sanitation workers; there are selfless dedication of the people's teachers; there are also soldiers who protect their families and defend the country....... In my eyes, the most beautiful person must be my mother. This is because although she looks ordinary, but has a kind and helpful heart.
I remember once, I found a remittance to Yushu State, Qinghai Province, and a courier list from her purse, which made me understand something at once:
Why sometimes she bought a lot of stationery and schoolbags all at once, but the same does not give me?
Why did she buy two pink coats for New Year's Eve and only give me one?
Why does she sometimes buy books out of the blue that I can't read and don't need?
I tried to ask my mom, and at first she refused to admit it, trying to hide it from me. When I pulled out the two "hard evidence", she was dumbfounded, and told me all this - two years ago, she accidentally knew that you can sponsor the children of the poor mountainous areas, they did not hesitate to register, became a stranger, never met the Tibetan girl! The first time I saw her, I was in the middle of a story about her.
Since then, every donation, every shopping, I will pester my mom to take me, mom to Zhuo Ma when I write a letter, I will also write a letter to her. With our financial support Drolma has been promoted to the eighth grade, and my mom's image in my mind has become even taller.
Although my mom could not be said to have made a great contribution to the country, she did her bit to help a girl who was facing dropping out of school due to her family's poverty to go back to school. In this way, my mom has become the most beautiful person next to me, and I am proud to have a mom like that.
Composition: the most beautiful 8
Summer's footsteps in a hurry, the air is filled with a wave of heat, sweltering weather is always very uncomfortable, the body is always sticky, the ground always feel like melting, very uncomfortable.
Logically speaking, I am very reluctant to come out in this kind of weather, but there is no way, I have to go to the bookstore to buy the books I need to study, otherwise there is no way for me to do my homework.
The sun is so big that it stings on my skin, and if it weren't for the shade of the trees, I really wouldn't want to take a step down, and even the little ants don't dare to take a step out of the green.
At this time I saw a group of workers in the distance on the site is working hard. They were working on all kinds of large machines such as excavators and cranes. I admire them for working so hard even under the scorching sun for the betterment of our city. Their skin tanned, some bare shoulders, some hanging towels around their necks, I believe they must be very hot, must be very tired, but this is their task, in this hot summer, there is not a trace of sloppiness, they do too much for the city, we should thank them for the city's pay.
They are the most beautiful people in this city, with them our city has become more beautiful!
Composition: the most beautiful 9
Staring at the TV screen, listening to the ear: "Listen to the ear who is the most beautiful people ah" song, I think in the end who is the "most beautiful people", the most beautiful mother "Wu Juping", the most beautiful driver "Wu Juping", the most beautiful mother "Wu Juping", the most beautiful mother "Wu Juping", the most beautiful mother "Wu Juping", the most beautiful mother "Wu Juping". ", the most beautiful driver "Wu Bin", the most beautiful teacher "Zhang Lili", I was confused, the most beautiful must be with their own lives and health in exchange? Until I watched the "walk with the beauty", I understand ......
What is the most beautiful?
The most beautiful in ordinary, beauty in kindness, beauty in dedication, beauty in responsibility, beauty in the moment.
What is beauty?
Goodness is beauty, integrity is beauty, reverence for learning is beauty, pragmatic is beauty ......
A warm current passed through, swirling in the heart for a long time can not be dispersed.
"Grandpa, these things can be thrown away, already old, can not be used again."
Hearing these words, grandpa wrinkled up his wrinkled forehead, and his big hands, which were rougher than rags, tightly clutched those worn-out furniture, and murmured in a low voice: It's a pity to throw them away.
"Grandpa, our family is not short of money, old can be replaced with new."
Grandpa froze for a moment, did not say anything, and then laboriously dragged those old furniture into the warehouse room.
I clearly remember that winter, I was about ten years old.
I clearly remember that winter, when I was about ten years old, I was not looking forward to the spring flowers, but to the snow.
After that snow, I went out to the northwest wind. Whether the fingers are frozen like radish thick, or frozen sauce. But always with a cold and happy smile on my face.
Later I saw my grandfather going out with a shovel. I don't know how grandpa is in other people's eyes. But at this time it seemed to me. He looks really thin, his hair is also a little gray, but standing upright, looks particularly spiritual. The face was carved by the years full of scars, teeth were smoked black and yellow black and yellow, sparsely set in the mouth.
People's West Road on the snow is very thick, but not as clean as that side of the home. The snow on the road after the baptism of a hundred people, was tarnished by the dirty unspeakable, come and go passers-by only look at the snow sigh. Unexpectedly, grandpa began to shovel snow in that "in plain sight". Grandpa is so small and thin, the roadside tall trees also like grandpa stooped. It didn't take long for him to clear a "black road".
The villagers have also followed the example of the grandfather, one by one, joined the snow clearing war.
I stood frozen. Look at the black and white of the wrong shadow intertwined with the impermanence of the sky and snow and people intertwined into a piece.
Afterwards, following my grandfather home, I asked him like a curious baby, "Grandpa, what is this for?"
I did not expect, after listening to his grandfather, but boarded up his face, one after another, and I said: "Grandpa is a *** member of the Communist Party, to serve the people is our purpose. No reason, in order to live down to earth."
I didn't seem to understand at all at that time, and now I think that my grandfather played an irreplaceable role in my growth. I'm like a little tree, grandpa is like a stake, a word and a deed make me benefit for life. He also helped me to become a helpful and down-to-earth person. Life is full of beauty, who is the most beautiful? "It's you, it's me, it's him". "Beauty" let us walk with beauty.
Essay: The most beautiful 10There is a crystal clear lake;
There are towering mountains;
There is a fresh and light fragrance of flowers;
There is a beautiful name - hometown.
"The lake light, the autumn moon and the two and, the surface of the pool without wind mirror has not been worn."
After the rain, the lake shimmered, reflecting the sunlight, dazzling. Dew rolled down from the leaves, "ticking", ripples. At the end of the lake, there is a small river that flows endlessly, and from a distance, it looks like a silver ribbon, gently floating. It sings a joyful song and runs happily into the distance.
"Looking across the mountains, the heights are different near and far."
Some of the mountains in my hometown are high in the clouds; some are rolling; some are answered by the breeze; some are set off by white clouds. The biggest characteristic of the mountains in my hometown is strange. Look at this one, like an eagle, flying in the air, free; look at that one, like a frog, looking up at the sky, thinking about life; look here, a "soldier" standing straight; look where, a group of "children" in the playful. This is a great way to get the most out of your life, and it's a great way to get the most out of your life," he said.
"The small lotus is only showing the tip of the corner, there are dragonflies standing on the head."
Summer has just arrived, the lotus leaves on the mud are full grown. Don't look at how dirty the mud, the lotus leaves, but did not dip a little dirt, still green so gorgeous, so moving. Soon after, the mud appeared on the ground and a beautiful nymphs - lotus flowers opened. Although they are "born in hardship", but they still struggle towards their own ideal, not the same bloom is very beautiful? This is the reason I like them.
"I love the maple forest at night, and the leaves are redder than the flowers in February."
Autumn is bleak, but the autumn in my hometown is not. The leaves fall, not because of the fear of insufficient nutrition, but they want to turn into fluttering butterflies and show their beauty to everyone. Animals hibernate, not because they are afraid of the cruelty of winter, they want to take these months to feed their energy and play more happily in the coming year. Autumn in the hometown is not sad, it is the most charming season.
Here there are no tall buildings;
Here there is no deafening noise;
Here there is no muddy and fuzzy air;
Here, there is a name that haunts me - my hometown.