On a summer morning, a ray of warm sunlight slanted in through the window, illuminating the floor as if it had just been scrubbed. I lifted the curtains, and the fragrance of the flowers filled my heart with joy and warmth.
The dazzling sunlight brought a few glittering golden things into my eyes, and I leaned over to look. The budding sunflowers in the corner are swaying their leaves in the breeze, and the sunlight is enthusiastic, as if greeting me.
I looked at them, my thoughts went back to a few months ago one day, next door to my grandfather gave me a handful of sunflower seeds, I was happy to run in the direction of home, not paying attention, fell, a few seeds rolled to the corner, at that time, I didn't care, patted the body of the soil, looking for a beautiful pot, carefully put the rest of the seeds all planted, careful watering, fertilizer, and the time is like an arrow. Fertilizer, time is like an arrow, January time passes quickly, but I planted sunflowers did not send a bud, but that had been forgotten in the corner of a few seeds, but the shoots, slowly grow up, open yellow flowers, growth so good, give me an unexpected surprise.
Almost in the fall, the weather is getting hotter and hotter, and I'm afraid of the heat, but I can't stand the weather. The first time I saw this, I was able to get the ball rolling, and I was able to get the ball rolling, and I was able to get the ball rolling. Test after test, my grades not only did not have any improvement, but also fell a lot, which is undoubtedly for me to add to the frost, more so that my heart is discouraged. Why could I only look at the flowers in other people's hands and listen to the words of appreciation? I wanted to give up, but I still couldn't make up my mind. With a very melancholy mood home, suddenly remembered the corner of the sunflowers, thought after such a hot sun baking, their flowers and leaves will wither, but reflected in my eyes sunflowers are no longer buds waiting to bloom flowers, they are thriving head toward the sun, golden yellow flowers passionate and unrestrained, gorgeous and brilliant. I gazed at them, depressed heart open, determined to face difficulties and adversity as sunflower upward, positive and optimistic, and move forward towards the goal.
Although it is early fall, but the heat of the end of summer is still not dispersed, the corner of the blooming golden flowers, like a few small sun, to me to convey a full of energy. Every time in this moment, I will be a hundred times more confident, pick up the book to overcome a problem, no longer give up. Oh, long in the corner of the sunflower, has been in the garden of my soul bloomed the most beautiful and most dazzling most moving golden flowers.
Part II: Golden MemoryGradually from the early fall to the late autumn. The golden October scenery is very beautiful and touching, but also left us a most wonderful gift - memory.
The fall in my eyes is not sad, not sad, not sad. This is the optimistic upward attitude within me.
I remember it was a late fall afternoon. I came out for a walk along the way I listened to Richard Clayderman's golden song "Afternoon Journey", feeling the autumn wind blowing through the silk cool unconsciously walked to a park inside. Still listening to this piano music I walked around the park, enjoying the scenery on both sides of the path.
The first thing that caught my eye was the maple tree. The leaves of the maple tree fell to the ground like golden hair from the trees, giving the path a beautiful coat. I watched them carefully as if I could see a bit of frustration on their faces, as if they were reluctant to fall. The maple tree's eyes also shed a few tears, very reluctant to part with them. At this time I said to them, "It's all right, this is a small parting and you will meet again in the spring of next year." Said they became very happy.
So I went on along the golden carpet and came to a flower meadow. The chrysanthemum had finally waited for the moment to show herself. Revealed its golden yellow smile towards me constantly smiling, I also gave it the same way to smile. The grass faded its original green color, added a golden yellow coat. They are snuggling together.
Opposite the flower and grass is a small river. The river in the quiet, slow flow, without the joy of spring, there is no summer enthusiasm, extraordinarily silent. Luckily, it is not so lonely because it is accompanied by leaves. Leaves floating in its body, like a pair of lovers lying in the embrace of the river.
The most beautiful place is the exquisite and flavorful bench.
If you sit alone on the bench behind the dancing maple leaves, opposite the slowly flowing river, under the feet of the golden carpet, such a place will certainly make you fond of, unforgettable.
Today I came to this park my mood extraordinarily happy. The dancing maple leaves, the golden-colored flowers and grasslands, the lovers like the river and the leaves, let my heart can not be calm for a long time. I even took a lot of photos when I was leaving.
On the way home I had an overflowing smile on my face and the scenery of the park in my mind from time to time.
These landscapes are like memories that I have never forgotten, and they are also good memories for me in the future.
Part III: Golden memoriesGolden memories in my childhood memories, my grandmother's family lives in a small village has always been a golden paradise, golden sycamore leaves, golden sunset ......
When I used to live in the village, whenever the sun set in the west, I would run with my brother and sister to a short hill, and together we watched the dusk sunlight caress the terraced fields and small trees on the other side of the hill, and watched the last afterglow left by the sun in the day. At that time, we often wanted to see where the sun finally set, and wanted to see if it was still sunny on the other side of the mountain. We love to watch the sunset, and we love to go home under the light of the remaining afterglow of the setting sun.
In the fall, we would squat under a big sycamore tree and pick up the leaves, and when we saw the big ones that were not broken, we would always pick them up and play with them, and then we would compare them with the big ones that we picked up, and the beautiful ones that we picked up. When grandpa came out to greet us back to dinner, we will put the few golden leaves in the river not far away, watching the three golden "boats" floating downstream until the "boats" float to a place where we can not see, and then be willing to The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
The big sycamore tree is not far away from a small river, is also a good place for us. In the gurgling water into a small stone child, splashing a small piece of water, water in the sunlight, flashing a golden light, as if the gold general. Sometimes, we do not throw stones, just quietly look at the river, see it carefree flow, see him caress the side of the grass, touch the river stone, "ding dong - ding dong" singing. Looking at the sunlight on the water, reflecting a large dazzling golden light, we sometimes climbed to a higher place, to look down on the gurgling water and hit the stone when the splash of the small splash.
Childhood is spent that way, with golden sunlight, golden leaves, and golden splashes. Revel in the golden world, revel in a golden scene. It is such a dazzling golden color, to my memories added a beautiful stroke, in my dusty memories flashing brilliantly.
Part IV: Golden MetamorphosisGolden MetamorphosisFriends, have you ever strolled through a golden wheat field? Have you seen the piles of burned wheat stalks? Have you ever paid attention to the grass that has been baked by the fire? Perhaps you will ask me in return, "Have you?"
Yes, I have. I couldn't help but stop in my tracks when I saw the once golden color turn into a blackness. In just a few days, this huge metamorphosis brought me not only heartache, but also endless retention and grief ......
In early summer, the golden wheat field gently swaying under the flick of the breeze, I took my camera and captured this cozy scene. Huh, and a ponytailed . Little girl it, two thick and black twisted braids in the sunlight shining, the golden wheat field more set her off as a little angel.
A few days ago, the harvester rumbled around the campus, oh, the original wheat harvest began.
Walking in the remote path, the smoke around the lost my eyes, a large piece of wheat straw in the wind and fire under the ravages, become a face. "Click", "click" sound is her feeble contempt and cry, but, and who can hear it? Evil smoke straight into the sky, to the spotless sky and blue white clouds figure a layer of thick ink color, a few from the clouds swept through the small birds are also scared to panic and scattered.
A flurry of fine rain ended the fire raging, everything is back to the original face. But once the golden yellow can never return to the former, the endless black became the earth forever scars, fields next to the innocent grass has become a black messenger. What's more, there is a field owner because of burning stubble, triggered by other unharvested wheat, a tragedy occurred, dozens of acres of wheat fields have not yet been harvested so turned into ashes.
Standing on the side of the road, that a faint smell of burnt air is still running into the nose. Is it to retain or heartache - this let a person speechless golden metamorphosis.
Part V: Golden FootprintsWhenever I read the text "Moonlight Song", I want to enjoy the strange landscape where water and sky meet. Today, I finally saw it.
Although I don't know what it's called, I at least know that it is located in Xinyu City, Jiangxi Province. On New Year's Day, I stepped on the green mountains and green water, listened to the cries of the birds, and thought to myself with full of curiosity: is that piece of river really that beautiful? But the scene there, or in my imagination ten times more beautiful.
As I looked down toward the bridge, I couldn't wait to rush down. Stepped on the colorful rocks, which was dumbfounded: the boundless river floating some islands, the vast blue sky and the river perfect combination, it seems that they are kissing each other, the river surface shimmering, in the light of the setting sun, the golden sea all of a sudden put on a crystalline cloak. The red sunrise reflected the sky, shine yellow water, seems to be for the sea paved with a sleep quilt. I can not help but marvel: "simply can not be described as beautiful!" At this time, I really want to have a warm embrace with the ocean.
On the riverbank, multicolored stones came into view, and many, many stones naturally lying on the ground, seemed to be sunbathing. My curiosity suddenly came out, immediately crouched down, bent over, with a hand one by one carefully "inspection". I was ecstatic as I searched for the beautiful and flawless stones. Some of the stones are like a book, above a stripe marks, seems to record hundreds of millions of years ago; some stones dark green as a piece of jade, seems to a few years later will be turned into ingenious works of art; some stones like a fire, shining by the water frostbite of the little fish ...... I really don't know what word should be used to describe these stones! I really don't know what words I should use to describe these stones.
On the beach of the river bank, the white and golden sand grains are beautiful like a flowing stream, as fluffy as snowflakes.
At the time of parting, we stepped on the beach, in the sunshine, leaving golden footprints, this ocean has left me an indelible beautiful impression. I also hope that people take good care of this ocean, do not go to pollution, destroy it.
Part VI: Golden AutumnGolden autumn, golden dreams. Golden autumn, so quiet; golden autumn, so pleasant; golden autumn, so beautiful; golden autumn, so harmonious.
The golden wind, "hu ...... hu ......" scraped through, scraped the roadside trees swayed up, scraped the pedestrians wrapped tight clothes.
The golden leaves drifted down, as if a slow beating note, drifted down and fell to the ground, forming a soft golden blanket.
The white snow on the mountains is still shining brightly, like a diamond-like temptation.
In the courtyard, the garden is full of chrysanthemums, intoxicating, if you stand there to watch the chrysanthemums, chrysanthemums charming gesture will make you throw all the troubles out of the clouds.
The grass on the prairie did not know when also quietly put on a new golden coat, grass free swaying body, as if to say: "Autumn is here! The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that.
At night, the golden moonlight sprinkles the earth, making people feel warm and comfortable.
The golden fall looks so beautiful and serene.