A happy event
"Oh!" I did it! I whooped with joy. Do you know why I shouted? To tell you the truth, I have to start from the second semester of third grade to the time I came to this school and wrote my first successful good essay!
In the old school, the teacher always assigned a composition every Sunday for us to write at home. However, I always can not write a word, so I asked my mother for advice, my mother always find me a few model essays, let me copy some good sentences to put together a composition. On Monday, I gave it to the teacher and mixed it up. Although I mixed every day and copied every day, over time, the fox will always leak its tail. Soon, I was tired of this school, my mother knew, I transferred to another school, but this school wrote an independent composition, written on the spot on the spot to hand in. I tried hard, but I couldn't write it even though I was racking my brain. Others are handed over, but I did not even write a title, because I can not write a word, Liu teacher found, then use her break time to teach me hand in hand to write essays: how to start, how to write a good article, writing essays do not run out of the title of the ...... by the teacher so a little dialing, my mind opened up, I boldly imagined that the idea of opening up! I have a good imagination and my mind is wide open. Finally, I wrote my first successful essay: "The First Time I Blow Bubbles." My teacher praised me for being a good boy and for making great progress in my essay, and she even read my essay as a model for everyone! My classmates all threw me a look of approval, I was so happy, and now my essay is getting better and better, so Mr. Liu is going to send my essay to the website, so that all people can come to see the essay I wrote! It's such an honorable thing to do, can I not be happy?
Ms. Liu is my good teacher, I can never forget her, and I can never forget this happy and unforgettable thing!
250 words of good paragraph excerptsThe northern June sunlight brightly leaked from the window into the incense workshop, so that the smooth appearance of the three-legged bronze incense burner has a more solid luster.
Ji Fengchen took the freshly baked incense, inserted it in the incense burner, and lit it, and immediately the incense burner was enveloped by a stream of ghostly blue smoke, and the fragrance, which was stronger than the smell of resin, pervaded the incense workshop, and the aroma eventually passed through the window and drilled into the outside of the house through the cracks in the wall, causing passersby to shrug their noses in amazement.
-- "The Fragrance House" Early spring in the north is dirty, and this dirtiness is of course due to the pure and flawless snow, which we once warmly praised.
During the long winter in the north, the cold gives birth to one snow after another, which extends its beautiful tentacles from heaven, and drifts down to the earth with a delicate touch, sinking the whole north into a world of icy purity.
If you were to march through the streets in the midst of the flying snow, looking at the trees whose branches are moistened with snowdrops, at the snow on the roofs of the churches, and at the silvery, infinitely stretching roads, your heart would be overflowing with a ***: for the unparalleled grandeur or desolation.
-- Chi Zijian "Mud" There is only one God, but there are countless pilgrims, so there are countless wax torches on the altar.
They shed tears as they sow light.
The tears of the candles that splashed down from the altar like bees and butterflies eventually condensed and converged into a piece that was as moist as buttermilk and as transparent as amber, like the broken wings of an angel.
What the old woman was cleaning was both the heartfelt prayer of mankind and God's nectar to appease the sufferers of the earthly world.
-- Chi Zijian, "Light in the Moment of Bowing Down" The wall was poured with reinforced concrete, more than three meters high, I think.
At the top of the wall, there is a raised cornice, which is pot-helmet shaped and grayish-black when viewed from the side.
The gap at the interface is a thumb's width, as if the wall is wearing a hat that was picked up, not to mention the rags, but also does not quite fit, and looks funny.
The walls are patchy, with peeling siding in many places, and graffiti on them, missing arms and legs, abound.
Honestly, it's the ugliest wall I've ever seen in the world.
It's not guarded by the trees that rise above the ridge of the wall, and it's not surrounded by a lawn underneath.
It lacks green, and from a distance, it looks like a cold snake creeping around, full of murderous intent.
When you approach it, you really worry that it will bite you by surprise.
-- Chi Zijian's The Seventeenth Layer of Defense The wind is not a stream, but many.
In my eyes, they are thick and thin, strong and weak.
The wind in the vegetable garden is the fine and weak wind, and when they blow the unevenly fat and thin vegetable leaves, the broad leaves just move slightly, and the swaying is not lively.
So the black ladybugs on the cabbage leaves are not shaken off, and the butterflies frolicking on the bean blossoms are even more unharmed.
And the skinny cabbage leaves, too, just shrugged the aunt to sway a few times.
But look at those winds in the sky, they are much stronger.
The dark clouds were blown and shivered, and their faces became more and more green.
The winds also made the cloud's face crack, and it looked like it was about to cry.
Those who have no choice but to hit the corner of the wind, because it was bumped head, feel disgraced, and no longer turn back, simply tolerate the sound of their own self-consumption of the dissipation.
As for those running flowery chickens, look at the wind on their feathers, it is so soft and easy, the feathers were lifted by the wind to open one petal at a time, as if the flowers were talking with their tongues out.
-- Chi Zijian, "Petal Rice" 1 It has been nearly a decade since I did not meet the fall of the North.
In the south every year in the fall, always think of the Taoranting (1) of the reed flowers, Diaoyutai (2) of the willow shadow, the Xishan (3) of the insects singing, the Yuquan (4) of the night moon, Tanzhe Temple (5) of the bell.
Even if you do not go out in Beiping, it is in the Imperial City, renting a rafter (6) to live in a broken house, get up in the morning, make a bowl of strong tea, to the yard, you can see a very high and very high turquoise sky, listen to the sound of pigeons under the green sky.
From the bottom of the acacia leaves, towards the east, counting a trace of a leak down the daylight, or in the waist of the broken wall, quietly to the trumpet-like petunias (Chao Rong) blue dots, naturally also able to feel very much of the autumn.
When it comes to petunias, I think blue or white is the best, purple and black is the next best, and light red is the worst.
The best, but also in the bottom of the petunia, called the growth of a few sparsely thin and long autumn grass, so as to accompany.
-- Yu Dafu "Autumn in the old city" from "Yu Dafu Prose Collection" 2 Rocky Mountain Ridge victory, in the stone, in the snow.
Those strange rocks, stacked on top of each other, build a thrilling sculpture exhibition, to the sun and thousands of miles of wind to see.
The snow, white and illusory, cold and sober, that cushioning is not endless a tilt difficult to exhaust the momentum, the pressure of people breathing difficult, cold heart and eyes acid.
However, to appreciate the "white clouds look back, green mist into the see no" realm, still have to come to China.
Taiwan's humidity is very high, the most rich in cloudy and rainy mood.
Two nights at the head of the creek, tree fragrance nose, night cold attack elbow, pillow Run Bi wet Tsui Pale overlapping mountain shadow and all Lai are resting on all the silence, like a fairy sleep.
A night of rain in the mountains, wake up the next morning, in the primitive quiet of the rising sun did not rise, rushed to the overnight cold, stepping on the ground broken Ko broken branches and still in the diarrhea of the thin strands of rain, a path into the secrets of the forest, winding, stepping up to the mountain.
The mountain at the head of the stream, the trees are dense and the fog is thick, and the luxuriant water rises from the bottom of the valley, sometimes thick and sometimes thin, and the steam is colorful, and the illusion is indefinite, and can only be seen from the fog breaks through the clouds and opens up the air, and the peaks and half ravines are hidden, and it is almost impossible to get a full view of the whole picture.
At least two times on the mountain, can only play hide-and-seek game with the Xitou peaks in the white blanket.
-- Yu Guangzhong "Listen to the cold rain" from the "Yu Guangzhong classics" 3 you may have kissed those red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple petals in your dreams, and at this moment you have to create in your imagination yao huang wei zi beans green ink sprinkled gold white snow tower copper sparrow spring brocade tent hibiscus smoke velvet purple first case of red fire alchemy jin dan ...... Imagine the colorful clouds reflected by peonies over the city of Luoyang at the time of blossoming; imagine the fragrance of peonies trembling in the breeze and night dew; imagine the trees and houses moistened by the flowers; and imagine the grandeur of "blossoming and falling of flowers for twenty days, and everyone in the city is like crazy" that has been going on for more than a thousand years in the city of Luoyang. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the city's coloring and the color of the flowers.
In fact, you did not like peony a long time ago.
Because it is always worshipped as rich and noble.
Later, you witnessed a peony blossom falling, and you believed that all people would be touched by it: a breeze came, and the delicate peonies suddenly fell down in their entirety, spreading gorgeous petals all over the place.
The petals were still bright and colorful when they fell to the ground, just like the feathers of a big bird that was offered to the altar, whispering a magnificent sad song to leave.
Peony does not have a time to lose its flowers, either to flicker on the branches, or to ...
A pair of big eyes, a mouth that can smile and criticize people, she is my language teacher - Ms. Gao.
Ms. Gao is particularly strict, but she is a good teacher who cares about her students in every way.
I remember when I was in first grade, Wu Shiqi from our class carried Wang Qiukai off the slate without his consent.
Later, Wu Shiqi was just playing and didn't look at the road, as a result, he fell and Wang Qiukai's head was broken.
Wang Qiukai cried, and the surrounding students saw it and rushed to report it to Mr. Gao.
Teachers know, rushed to Wang Qiukai's parents call, but, has not been able to get through, Mr. Gao quickly picked up Wang Qiukai ran to the county hospital.
When we arrived at the county hospital, the doctor bandaged Wang Qiukai's wound, and the teacher paid the medical fee.
At this time, Wang Qiukai's parents called, the teacher asked them to come to the county hospital.
By the time Wang Qiukai's parents arrived, Wang Qiukai had received timely treatment.
Teacher Gao, my good teacher, she was uneasy about us again and again, it is the care of our unending concern, I love our language teacher - teacher Gao.
A wonderful description of the character 250 wordsThat wave swept up one winter.
I walked softly to see the sea a wave.
Which way to go? I hesitated by the side of the road.
A cold wind blew by, and I was so cold.
A stumbling figure came into view, it was a middle-aged woman in a tattered cotton dress, a beggar? She walked tremblingly to the edge of the bridge, where she sat down.
When she slowly turned around, I realized that she was still holding a child in her arms! The beggar was holding the child, and the sound of chanting came out of his mouth, but the child had his little mouth open and his neck outstretched, and was asking his mother for something to eat! The mother pulled a plastic bag out of her arms with her frozen, cracked hands, and I could clearly see that her hands were already oozing blood! The mother carefully opened the bag, carefully found a well-guarded dumpling, carefully filled the open mouth, and then pinched up a better dumpling, and slowly sent it into the child's chewing mouth.
The middle-aged mother gazed at the child with a soft gaze, her eyes showing a strange warmth.
Suddenly, the mother smiled, smiled so brightly that a holy wave bloomed on the mother's face, and a strong light emanated from the mother, who would smile as long as she was with her child, and who would endure any hardship as long as she was with her child! For the sake of her child, the mother was willing to do and give everything! The chilly north wind ruffled the mother's disheveled hair, but her hair danced with the wind like a wave!
To beautiful article fragments in about 200 words, urgently needed!Zhu Ziqing's > good ne... You can just pick a few paragraphs these days the heart is not quiet.
Tonight in the courtyard sitting in the cool, suddenly remembered day by day walk through the lotus pond, in this full moonlight, always should have another look.
The moon is gradually rising, the wall of the road outside the children's laughter, has been inaudible; wife in the house patting the leap, humming in a daze sleep song.
I quietly put on a coat, and took the door out.
Along the lotus pond, is a small winding coal chip road.
It is a secluded road, less traveled during the day and more lonely at night.
On all sides of the pond, there are many trees, luxuriant (wěng) lush.
On one side of the road are some willows, and some trees whose names are unknown.
At night, without the moonlight, the road was gloomy and a bit scary.
Tonight is a good night, although the moonlight is still faint.
I was alone on the road, pacing with my hands behind my back.
It was as if the world was mine; as if I had gone beyond my usual self into another world.
I love to be lively and calm; I love to live in a group, and I love to be alone.
Like tonight, a person under the moon, what can think, what can not think, then feel free.
In the daytime, the things that must be done, must be said, now can be ignored.
This is the beauty of being alone, and I'm going to take advantage of this boundless lotus and moonlight.
The curved lotus pond is covered with fields of leaves.
The leaves are very high, like a permitted skirt.
Layers of leaves in the middle, sporadically dotted with some white flowers, there are curly (niǎo, nuó) open, there are shyly permitted; as a grain of pearl, such as the stars in the blue sky, and as just out of the bath of the beauty.
The breeze, sent a wisp of fragrance, as if the distant high floor of the remote song.
At this time, the leaves and flowers also have a slight tremor, like lightning, suddenly spread across the lotus pond.
The leaves are shoulder to shoulder and close together, which is like a condensed blue wave marks.
Underneath the leaves is a vein (mò) of running water, covering, can not see some color; but the leaves are more to see the style.
The moonlight, like running water, cascades silently over this leaf and flower.
A thin green mist floated up in the lotus pond.
The leaves and flowers seemed as if they had been washed in buttermilk; and like a dream covered with a light veil.
Though it was a full moon, there was a light cloud in the sky, so that it did not shine aloud; but I thought it was just the right thing to do - a sound sleep is indispensable, but a nap is also very pleasant.
The moonlight was shining through the trees, and the bushes on the high ground, falling into the mottled black shadows, were like ghosts; and the sparse shadows of the curved willows were like paintings on the lotus leaves.
The color of the moon in the pond was uneven; but the light and shadow had a harmonious melody, like the famous song played on the van shui (ē) ling (English violin).
On all sides of the pond, far and near, high and low, are trees, and the willows are the most numerous.
The trees surrounded the pond; only a few gaps were left along the path, as if for the moonlight.
The color of the trees is always gloomy, and at first glance it looks like a cloud of smoke; but the beauty of the willows can be seen even in the smoke.
On the top of the tree is a band of distant mountains, only a little careless.
In the cracks of the trees, there are one or two spots of street light, which are the eyes of a thirsty sleeper.
At this time, the most lively, to be counted in the trees of the cicadas and frogs in the water; but the lively is theirs, I have nothing.
Suddenly, I remembered that I was picking lotus flowers.
Lotus picking is an old custom in Jiangnan, which seems to have existed long ago, and flourished during the Six Dynasties; you can roughly know it from the poems.
The lotus picker is a young woman, they are swinging a boat, singing a colorful song.
It goes without saying that there were many lotus pickers, and there were also those who watched the lotus picking.
It was a lively season, and a season of flirtation.
Emperor Liang Yuan Di's "Lotus Picking Fugue" said: "So the demon child Yuan (yuàn) female, swinging the boat heart; prow (yì) head back, and pass the feather cups; 欋 (zhào) will be moved and algae hanging, the boat wants to move and ping open.
The first time I saw this is when I was in the middle of the summer and spring, when the leaves were tender and the flowers were new, when I was afraid that I was going to dip my clothes and smile, and when I was afraid that I was going to pour into the boat and gather my train (jū).
This is the light of the playfulness of the time.
This is really interesting, but it is a pity that we have not been able to enjoy it for a long time.
And then I remembered the lines from the "West Island Song": "The lotus is in the fall of the South Pond, and the lotus is over the head of the people; and when I look down, I see the lotus seed, which is as clear as water.
Tonight, if there is a lotus picker, the lotus here is also counted as "over the head"; only to see some of the shadow of the flowing water, is not good.
This makes me miss Jiangnan in the end.
Thinking of this, looked up sharply, do not realize that it is already in front of their own door; gently pushed the door to go in, what sound is not, his wife has been asleep for a long time.
A moment of motherhood essay 250 words fragment
Mother's love is the fertile land on which people live; mother's love is the most vast and boundless sky; mother's love is a bright light in the night to drive away the fear.
As children, mother's love is the spring breeze flashes with us all the time: maybe it is a word of advice that makes you engraved in your heart; maybe it is a lunch of good taste; maybe it is a picture of sending umbrellas in the rain ...... And for me, mother's love always flashes in that moment.
It was one morning, I got up earlier than usual, it was because it rained a few days ago, there were many cars, and my mom wiped the car herself, because she was too tired to support it, and started a high fever.
Dad wasn't home again, so I had to make my own breakfast.
I put on my clothes and walked to the kitchen, and suddenly smelled a familiar smell of thin rice.
It turned out that my mom got up early with her illness and had already made breakfast for me.
I saw my mother's face pale, fine beads of sweat on her forehead and nose, and her mouth kept coughing....... My mother held a bowl of steaming hot diluted rice, came to me, and said to me in a hoarse voice, "Daughter, drink it while it's hot.
"In an instant, my heart was hot, and my eyes were moist, and I felt that my mother had aged a lot overnight ...... Just in that moment, my heart rolled over like a wave.
Mom's words are so touching and tearful.
From then on, I was determined to be strong, study hard, and strive to be worthy of my mom, worthy of that moment of moving.
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Elementary school fifth grade essay fragment total division structure to write an attraction 250 wordsChrysanthemum Among all the flowers, my favorite is the chrysanthemum that is not afraid of the wind and frost. It is not like the delicate jasmine, not like the moon season so flashy, it does not need much fertilizer and nutrients, and does not require you to carefully care, as long as a simple pot, it can be rooted and sprouted, thrive. Chrysanthemums come in many varieties, each with its own characteristics. They are either tilted or tilted, or gathered or scattered, there are angry, there are also buds, in the wind like a song and dance, see people are dazzled! Look closely at the chrysanthemums, you will find that the shape of their petals, although different, like the moon, like a fan, like curls of ...... but no matter what attitude, all are as moist as jade, light as a yarn, gently touch, a soft feeling straight through the heart, the whole person suddenly relaxed a lot! The leaves of the "new generation" are soft green and look very soft. The green leaves evenly surround the straight stem, a little like a few lively and lovely children around a column whispering. Those leaves are a bit like the goldfish's tail, the edge of the growth of a small circle of serrated teeth, which may be their self-defense weapons! In this westerly wind, all the flowers withered, frosty late fall, chrysanthemums still proudly blossomed. And the tighter the wind, the more luxuriant the chrysanthemums bloom; the thicker the frost, the more colorful the chrysanthemums bloom.
My Campus Essay 250 Words 4 ParagraphsMy campus is a beautiful big garden, which is in the east of the county.
Lift up your feet and walk to the center of the stairs, where quotes are written on the walls and famous people are painted: Confucius.
Walking into the gate, there are five big words erected majestically on it: Dongfeng Road Elementary School.
Into the gate, rows of balsam camphor trees in front of the eyes, balsam camphor trees like a huge umbrella to break open, there is a round chair below, you can take a cool summer.
Further ahead, there is a quiet square, there are a lot of beautiful flowers on both sides of the square, a hundred flowers, beautiful! In the center there are two pots of red red, the breeze slowly swim through, the red with the breeze slowly dance up, like a little girl in the dance.
Further in, ushered in a small playground, a small playground on a tall building, called: Dongfeng building, which has children from first to third grade in the inside reading.
To the small playground, to a 90 ° turn down the steps, the following is the big playground, the big playground inside the rest with green, the runway is red, is not a little like a strange watermelon? The playground has a row of basketball bars, many students are here to play basketball.
The front of the playground has a large stage, the center of the stage has a five-star red flag, every Monday, all teachers and students have to go to the playground on both sides of the two rows of cherry blossom trees, the cherry blossom tree is light pink when open, the spring wind, the flowers can not withstand the wind and rain, they drift away with the wind.
Above the playground there is a building Wenyuan building and Xinhua building, Wenyuan building has a microcomputer room such as sixth grade.
Xinhua building there are four or five grades of students reading, I am one of them.
My campus is a colorful garden, but also the sea of knowledge! I love my campus!
The full marks of the midterm essay fragment 300 words
The full marks of the midterm essay fragment 1 wonderful playback 1, even if there are more storms do not see the rainbow, too long cloud haze does not appear stars, as long as you can bow your head in contemplation, head up to move forward and raise their heads in prayer, will always be drawn out of the life of the rainbow, flashing out of the life of the stars ...... --From Nanjing City, Jiangsu Province, full marks in the midterm essay "from the" head "2, the source of knowledge is books, a stream to keep flowing for a long time, clear state, there must be a source of continuous water supply.
A person who wants to keep up with the times, not to be abandoned by the times, not to fall into a helpless laggard, the modern life of Liu Lou Lou, must constantly from the "source" to obtain "living water" to moisturize their own body and mind, and constantly accept the watering of knowledge. The watering of knowledge, in the sea of knowledge to swim.
Only in this way can we become the leader of the times, can we become successful in the arena of life, and will not become a dry stream, a dead stream! -- From Sichuan Ziyang City, full marks in the midterm essay "The Source of Knowledge" 3, still remember that the act of benefiting others is often also a matter of benefiting oneself, and while paying, you will also gain a lot.
The vicissitudes of the world, the sea of people, in the society of moral civilization and law and order, let me tap the good memories, do not begrudge the excess of heaven's gift, add a drop of oil for the lamp of the heart, dialing the light of hope.
-- Henan Province, full marks in the examination essay "the most beautiful lamp" 4, from the "head", from the "nod" to do, but also from the "shake your head" to do! Shake your head"! Friends, when you encounter things must use the mind to think well, must be clear right and wrong to adhere to the principle.
You must do: to shake your head when shaking your head, to say "no" when you say "no", the shot when said shot! -from Shandong Laixi City, full marks in the examination essay "from shaking head to do" 5, for some trivial matters in life, we do not have to count every penny, the let let it, so that not only will not make us lose, but will expand my mind, why not do it? However, for some important matters, for some things that affect the overall situation, we must not let! In short, we should let it go, and we should not let it go! --From Yangzhou City, Jiangsu Province, full marks in the middle school exam essay "should let let, shouldn't let on not let" 6, Mark Twain said: "Let's let, should not let on not let. Twain said: "Why do people live? Maybe it's for the sweet smell of cherry pie.
"Experience, also has this power, it gives us the real knowledge of different things, not only make us feel that we are still alive, and really enjoy the emotion of moving, rational charm, the meaning of life.
Of course, first of all, you have to have a sharp, clear and grateful heart, only then can you get a brand new experience in every bit of life.
-- from Gansu Lanzhou City, full marks in the midterm essay "experience with the heart" 7, all of this is the wealth that poverty has given me.
It is it let me know "a thousand gold can't buy young hard" reasoning, but also it inspired me must remember "a porridge a meal, when thinking of not easy to come; half a silk half a wisp, always think of the material force is difficult" such a simple conclusion.
Now, I really want to shout, poverty is definitely a kind of wealth!
I like to walk on the path where the autumn leaves are flying that is the most charming place in the autumn.
The end of the path is a quiet grove into the forest only to see a variety of fallen leaves to the earth laid a thick carpet may be the autumn uncle for the advent of winter to do the preparation.
An autumn wind swept a large swath of fallen leaves have fallen like a butterfly dancing like a warbler spreading its wings and as if the dancers in the air lightly rotating.
Look at that side of the drift fell a piece of leaves that fall leaves have a sunset like gold gold mixed with a faint orange red as if the sunset glow stained the whole forest.
In the face of the dancing leaves, I quickly reached out and caught a piece.
A beautiful piece of autumn leaves! The light and thin wearing colorful flowers in the setting sun under the reflection also glowing gold it! I turned around and a peach leaf fell beside me I stooped down to pick up and hold in my hands to scrutinize a special piece of autumn leaves! It has not yet had time to completely retreat to the green still exudes a strong aroma.
Suddenly a flash of red light from my eyes caught my attention.
I came close to see what the red light was originally a maple tree.
I stood on my tiptoes and gently caressed them.
A piece of smooth and delicate maple leaves tightly next to each other, just like a brother or sister next to the shape of a palm.
Especially their color.
The red red like a burning fire rich fire red seems to be dripping from the tip of the leaf.
The red maple leaves seem to warm my heart so that I do not feel a trace of the cool autumn wind.
Just as I was looking at the maple leaves, I suddenly realized that I was stepping on a golden carpet.
The original is a piece of ginkgo biloba synthesized "carpet" stepped on and "rustle" sound than the real carpet is more comfortable.
This does not prohibit me from thinking of Gong Zizhen's poem: the red is not a ruthless thing to sit in the spring mud more flower.
I picked up a piece of ginkgo biloba and observed it carefully.
Its surface is slightly rough.
A thin ginkgo biloba is like a small fan and like a butterfly's wings! The long petiole trailing behind the leaf is like a long braid.
The leaf seems to have no veins on it, which is strange! Suddenly a "clattering" sound of swaying came into my ears.
I looked up and realized it was the sound of sycamore leaves falling from the trees.
They are sometimes like a parachute slowly down; sometimes like a group of swallows gliding leisurely; sometimes playing a string of swing children rustling down ...... I caught a sycamore leaves to observe.
It was not smooth to the touch.
Although the color and the ginkgo biloba is very similar to the leaf veins are clearly visible like a magical painting this is really different from the ginkgo biloba.
And the cold pine leaves still green holly leaves delicate palm leaves ...... each piece is so lovely and moving.
It is the autumn leaves that bring people the good news of the harvest; it is the autumn leaves that decorate the fall.
Colorful autumn leaves ah you are falling from the branches from the first trace of the wintry autumn wind blowing up when ......
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