1. The scenery is so beautiful, stop for poetry
Spring is here, it’s so beautiful! This is a season when the earth rejuvenates and everything revives. Cold-blooded animals such as snakes, bears, frogs...have stopped hibernating and climbed on the ground to enjoy the spring. Birds sing in spring, flowers bloom, grass sprouts, and swallows fly back to build their nests. Spring restores the colorful atmosphere to the earth. Even spring rain and spring thunder come continuously to announce spring for us. Spring is a good season for sowing. The farmer uncle is taking advantage of this good season to start sowing, and there will be a good harvest in autumn.
Spring is a season worth savoring. Stopping in front of a tree, facing its ability and calmness, blown by the spring breeze and watered by spring water, it is so confident and elegant. It knows the deep affection and fraternity of spring, solemnly spits out buds to express its gratitude, and silently repays the caress of spring with the green leaves, flowers and autumn fruits of the day. Staring at a small grass, it is so delicate, but thousands of small grasses have dyed the mountains and rivers closed by winter green. Watching a wheat seedling quietly, it looks so lonely, but the greenery composed by the rows of wheat fields will definitely shock and intoxicate you! The power of spring is rare, but who can not admire the power of spring, and who dares to underestimate the power of spring! 2. Please ask for three famous quotes about stopping and moving forward
My friend, walk quickly, but don’t stop for the beautiful scenery in front of you.
While marching, there will always be people who retire from the army, some who are abandoned, some who become dejected, and some who rebel. However, as long as it does not hinder the progress, the team will become a pure and elite team later on. —— Lu Xun
Rabindranath Tagore's famous sayings
1. If you shed tears when you miss the sun, then you will also miss the stars.
2. There are no traces of wings in the sky, but I have flown through.
3. Just walk over and don’t linger to pick flowers to keep, because the flowers will continue to bloom along the way.
4. If you must fight or gain the most advantageous position in the market, you have to charge, run and stride. 3. Poems about beautiful scenery
One *** two articles, the first one may be a bit long, you can take the useful part. Street Scenery I like to walk on the street in the early morning Women like the silence and tranquility when the city wakes up.
In the early morning, birds chirped and sang in the treetops, and dewdrops shone on the low shrubs. There are only a few vehicles on the road, and people doing morning exercises are covered with the radiance of the rising sun.
All of this is so fresh and fragrant, showing vitality. I like to look at the scenery on the street, or maybe I am one of the scenery in the morning, but I always don't feel it, all I see is other people's scenery.
(1) An old man playing erhu on the street corner. The small door of a factory dormitory compound protrudes more than 1 meter from the dormitory building. There is a gap between the wall of the door and the building next to the street. Little horns. In the small corner, there is a neat little tricycle parked. On the tricycle are some bicycle repair items: pumps, tires, small tool boxes, etc.; in front of the tricycle, there is a neatly dressed old man sitting on a small wooden bench. Every morning When there is no business, he is always babbling and playing the erhu.
I used to be obsessed with the low and melodious tone of the guitar, and I also liked the melodious and majestic sound of the saxophone. The sound of the erhu played by the old man on the street corner in the early morning lingers in my ears, but it is the vicissitudes of the years.
Is this old man who loves music using the sound of the piano to recall the past that disappeared like water? The old man often played "Two Springs Reflecting the Moon" by the blind man A Bing. A Bing's friend Lu Xu once described the scene when A Bing played "Two Springs Reflecting the Moon": "Heavy snow fell like goose feathers, and the park opposite was covered with rubble and jade, making it unrecognizable.
The sad and plaintive sound of the erhu came from the street... I saw an unkempt old woman leading a blind man with a small bamboo pole from east to west on the park road. Under the dim light, I vaguely recognized it. It was A Bing and his wife. A Bing held a small bamboo pole under his right side, carried a pipa on his back, and hung his erhu on his left shoulder. The curling sound..." He Luting once said: "The elegant name "Two Springs Reflect the Moon" is actually contradictory to his music.
Rather than describing the scenery of the moon reflected in two springs, the music profoundly expresses the painful life experience of the blind man A Bing. "Why does this old man also play such sad music? Day after day, how can the old man's heart bear this heavy pressure? Does his life experience have the same deep pain as the blind A Bing? The neat clothes are old-fashioned. He is wearing a tunic, and although his hair is gray, his face is glowing with health.
I hope the old man didn’t set up a street stall to repair bicycles because of his poor family, right? What was it like in the past? Singing sadly in the gloomy morning light! On a gloomy morning, I couldn't help but stop, tears welling up in my eyes, and I felt a shiver crawling slowly on the skin of my face in the cold morning wind. He looked up at me. He must be used to seeing me passing by him every morning, right? He put down one foot, played the erhu again, and then played a very beautiful melody - Jiangnan The famous song "Jasmine": "What a jasmine, what a jasmine.
The branches are full of fragrance and beauty, and they are fragrant and white people praise..." It turns out that "The Moon Reflects on Two Springs" can also be used for self-entertainment? I can't cry, nor can I laugh, in the light piano He walked away as if he was fleeing. "I want to pick one, but I'm afraid it won't sprout next year..." The gentle sound of the erhu still followed me for a long time.
(2) Pavilion. The weather is getting hotter and hotter day by day. From one day to the next, there is an unkempt beggar in the pavilion of the street leisure square. He has dirty long hair, dirty clothes, dirty shirt, and dirty clothes. Dirty shorts, he has all the characteristics of a beggar.
The difference is that he can play the flute. A clean bamboo flute is always placed near his dirty mouth in the morning, breaking through the mist. It sounded in the distance. Outside the pavilion, there were two or three old people in white and red doing morning exercises, dancing swords and doing exercises. A cheerful song was playing on the portable recorder.
The beggar closed his eyes and played to himself. The song played on the flute is clearly the lingering "Butterfly Lovers"/The rainbow is blooming and the butterflies are in pairs/Thousands of generations are inseparable/Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai... Why does this middle-aged beggar play it every day? What about this extremely desolate song? Because of his presence, I stayed away from the pavilion, but "Butterfly Lovers" is my favorite song, and he played it very exquisitely, full of sad emotions.
< p> The relaxed music of the old people can never cover up the sound of his bamboo flute. The lingering "Butterfly Lovers" flute sound is like rolling dewdrops, entering from my ears thinly and coolly, lingering in the air coolly and coldly. My heart was filled with misery and misery. This tortured music, this inexplicable beggar! One windy morning, I had a close encounter with that beggar.A butterfly lay on the way I was walking, holding my hurried footsteps. An old big butterfly, once colorful, is now as withered as a yellow leaf.
Oh, the old butterfly, the strong wind blew it down to the ground, and it could no longer fly. It flapped its weak wings in vain. The sky was covered with haze, and the morning of late spring was so gloomy. There were only a few pedestrians and people doing morning exercises. , they are too far away from here, no one can help me, only the beggar is closer to me.
I know that I should pick up the old butterfly and put it on the grass or branches to prevent it from being trampled by others. But I am a little girl who dare not catch any clouds or small animals with my hands. Who can I ask to help me out? This is the only beggar who is still playing "Butterfly Lovers" with his eyes closed. "Hey, you, You, please come here.
Do me a favor, okay? "I yelled loudly. Finally, he understood that I was calling him, put down his bamboo flute, stood up slowly, and walked towards me hesitantly.
At this moment, someone walked from the street A fat old woman walked out of the building like a gust of wind. She quickly passed me, and stepped on the old butterfly's body without any scruples with her leather-shoeed feet. She even deliberately used the soles of her shoes. The ground spun.
"Ah! "A miserable cry burst out from the bottom of my heart. "I thought it was a rhubarb leaf. "
The fat woman looked at my burning eyes and stopped to explain. Since she knew she had stepped on something, why did she step so hard? Can fallen leaves be trampled at will? I can't bear to look at the old butterfly anymore.
The beggar stood aside blankly, his eyes gradually dimmed.
4. A complete collection of ancient poems about describing scenery
1. "Spring Thoughts" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
The swallow grass is like bisque, and the green branches of Qin mulberry are low. When you return home,
This is when my concubine has a broken heart. I don’t know the spring breeze, why should I enter the Luo curtain?
2. "Spring Hope" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is full of spring vegetation. I feel the flowers splashing with tears when I feel sad, and the birds are frightened by the hate.
The war rages for three months, and letters from home are worth tens of thousands of gold. The white hair is even shorter, and the hairpin is full of lust.
3. "Spring Stay in Zuo Province" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
Flowers hidden in the wall at dusk , chirping birds pass by. Stars are moving in thousands of houses, and there are many moons near the sky.
I don’t sleep listening to the golden key, because the wind thinks of jade. There is a seal in the Ming Dynasty, how is the night?
4. "Joyful Rain on a Spring Night" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. It sneaks into the night with the wind, moistening things silently.
Night The clouds on the path are all dark, and the fire on the river boat is only bright. Look at the red and wet places at dawn, and the flowers are heavy in Jinguancheng.
5. "Spring Dawn" Tang Meng Haoran
Sleeping in spring without realizing the dawn, everywhere Hear the singing of birds. The sound of wind and rain at night, how many flowers have fallen.
6. "Spring Thoughts" by Huangfu Ran of the Tang Dynasty The city is adjacent to the Han Garden, and my heart follows the bright moon to Hu Tian.
The brocade in the machine talks about eternal regret, and the flowers and branches upstairs laugh and sleep alone. I want to ask Yuan Rong Dou's chariots and horses when they will return to Zole Yanran.
7. "Farewell to the Ancient Grassland" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
When the grass grows in the original field, it dries up every year. The wildfire cannot burn it out, but it grows again when the spring breeze blows.
The distant fragrance invades the ancient road, and the clear green connects to the deserted city. I send the prince and grandson away again, full of sadness and farewell.
8. "Spring Poems" by Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty
New makeup is suitable for face Going down to the Zhulou, I am deeply enveloped in the spring scenery, and the whole courtyard is filled with sorrow. When I walk to the atrium, I count the flowers, and dragonflies fly up to the jade and scratch my head.
9. "Ode to the Willow" by Tang He Zhizhang
Jasper makes up a tree High, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down. I don’t know who cut out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
10. "Evening Scene on the Spring River in Huichong" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
Three Peach Blossoms Outside the Bamboo Two branches, the spring river water is warm, ducks are prophets. The ground is covered with wormwood and short reed buds, which is the time when pufferfish are about to come.
11. "Boating the Boat on Guazhou" by Song Wang Anshi
Jingkou Melon Between the island and the water, Zhongshan is only separated by several mountains. The spring breeze comes to the south bank of the river again. When will the bright moon shine on me again?
12. "Early Spring Presents the Water Ministry Zhang Shiba Yuanwai" Tang Hanyu
The light rain on the street is as moist as crisp, the color of grass looks far away but not up close. The most advantageous thing about spring is that it is the best. Smoke and willows fill the imperial capital.
13. "Jiangnan Spring Quatrains" by Tang Dumu < /p>
Spring enters the grass by the river, and flowers bloom on the water. A bottle of wine in the east wind makes me miss home alone in the new year.
15. "Spring in the Jade House" by Song Xin Qiji
In front of the wind, I want to encourage the spring light to stay. Spring is on the fragrant grass road in the south of the city. The flowers on the waterside do not follow the drift, but become floating catkins on the mud.
The stars are already wrong in the mirror, and people live up to the pride of spring. Dream There are many sorrows when I return home, only in the wind and rain of pear blossoms.
16. "Spring Day" by Song Zhuxi , colorful colors are always spring.
17. "Spring Tour to Qiantang Lake" by Tang Bai Juyi Tree, whose new swallows peck the spring mud.
The wild flowers are gradually charming the eyes, and the shallow grass can have no horse hooves. My favorite lake is not enough eastward, with the white sand embankment in the shade of green poplars.
18 , "Quequatrains" by Zhinan, a monk from the Song Dynasty
A short awning is tied in the shade of an ancient tree, and a staff and quinoa help me cross the east side of the bridge. The rain of apricot blossoms makes my clothes wet, and the willow wind blows on my face without chilling.
< p> 19. "A Visit to the Garden Is Not Worth It" by Ye Shaoweng of the Song DynastyYing Lian's teeth are stained with green moss, and the small buckle firewood door cannot be opened for a long time. The garden is full of spring scenery and cannot be closed, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall.
20. "Tian Jing Sha. Autumn Thoughts" Yuan Ma Zhiyuan
Withered vines and old trees, dim crows,
Small bridges and flowing water, people’s homes.
The west wind and thin horses on the ancient road,
The setting sun,
< p> Heartbroken people are at the end of the world. 5. There is a famous saying that says, friends, go away quickly, but you should not stop for the beautiful scenery in front of youTopic: Friends, go away quickly, but you should not stop for the beautiful scenery in front of you. Unfreeze the soul: A landscape that remains in my heart. Every day, we are exhausted by intense study. Every day, we are dazzled by all kinds of information. Every day, we are made restless by inexplicable worries... With all this reality, after the pages of the calendar were torn off, our hearts were frozen. The sun has been waiting outside the door, but the door has not been opened, so it can only leave quietly; the breeze has been waiting outside the window, but the window has not been opened. , it can only return to the mountains. All the beauty in the world is "blind" to our eyes. We run all the way, moving forward with all our hearts, but we don't know that there are flowers blooming on the roadside, which are enchanting and moving. The philosopher said: One grain of sand, one world. The Buddhists say: One leaf, one bodhi. In fact, life is not a lack of beauty, but a lack of discovery. If you don’t believe it, my friend, slow down your pace, you will find that the colors of the world are so moving, and the sounds of nature are so beautiful! Old man Bing Xin burst into tears for the moment under the sunset, Yu Bianfu felt the endless loneliness from the stripes swept by the broom, Lao She felt happy or sad for a sparrow, and Su Dongpo wrote "Jiangchengzi" because of a dream. Psalms that have been passed down through the ages... The reason why they are so passionate is that they know how to thaw their frozen hearts, slow down, listen to the voice of nature, and discover the colors of the world. Although walking fast can go far, Freezing the mind can also reduce external interference, but in your old age, when you look back, you will find that your life is blank. You have missed the flowers on the road of life, the small fish in the water and the intoxicating birdsong in the wind. .It is said that Rockeffield, this extremely wealthy business tycoon, was busy all his life. When he was old and sick and sat in the oil empire he created with his own hands, he felt lonely, helpless and desolate. At this time, he Only then did he wake up and determined to enjoy the last beautiful scenery on the road of life. He began to donate money to provide financial support for charities in various places. Finally, he saw the rare "roadside scenery", including the love from children and the love from young people. Worship includes admiration from friends and gratitude from recipients...Similarly, adolescence is the most beautiful time in life and the most beautiful section of life. Parents and teachers are the most beautiful flowers on the road, and youth is the road. Precious grass beside us. If the freezing of our souls makes us immerse ourselves in the rush of the road, impatiently treat our parents’ deepest complaints, waste a lot of time in joking, and fail to appreciate the happiness and fun of learning, We always regard it as asceticism, a kind of joyless monasticism; then, not only can we not see the charming flowers, we cannot listen to the whispers of the wind, nor can we have beautiful achievements. So, let us open our hearts and let go. Slow down, feel every breeze, bathe in every ray of sunshine, breathe the fresh air, listen to the singing of the stream, and don’t miss every wonderful moment in life! Standing alone by a green lamp and sipping a cup of fragrant tea, the cigarettes are curling, and the breeze blows the fragrance of ink on the yellowed pages. A collection of words, a piece of scenery that remains in my heart. You undress lightly and walk on the lotus Raising your head slightly, every movement of your hands and feet is like a charming and melancholy dream. You are rocking the oar with your slender hands, and there is a wisp of sadness between your eyebrows. Looking at the horizon, you and your husband are thousands of miles apart and cannot see each other. You lower your head. You think of yourself, others are compared to the old flowers, and your heart fails when you are not old. You drink up the remaining wine in the cup: you are not afraid of a wandering life, you are only afraid that you will not be able to reunite with the person you love in this life! When the wild geese return, you are lonely and listen to the drizzle of banana trees. On the Double Ninth Festival, you sit on the east fence at dusk and drink wine. At dusk, it is not just the autumn rain that drips, but the hatred of spring, the hatred of "now haggard, with the wind and frost on the temples", is The sorrow of separation, the sorrow of "things and people are different, everything is over"! You rowed forward and saw a group of gulls fighting for the crossing. You were really drunk, but even in your blurry drunken eyes, the past that you couldn't bear to look back was blurred. "Flowers float and water flows by itself," you murmured, two lines Clear tears flowed down, and the sadness on my brow rushed into my heart along with the tears. This strange woman used her peerless talent to express the sorrow of her life. The setting sun melted gold, and the dusk clouds merged. The clear and thin figure rowed among the lotus bushes, leaving behind The scenery in my heart. You have great pride. The thousand-year wind in Chibi blows your feather fan scarf, and also blows your heartstrings, so you let the waves under your feet wash away the eternal romance. The fairy road rides on the wind, and you are in this pride. Forgetting that you were frustrated and displaced in the officialdom, you seemed to be independent from the world and transformed into an immortal. Even if your official career is dark, your temples have turned white.
, but you are also willing to lead Huang Qingcang, draw a strong bow and mount heavy arrows, and drive away the enemy invaders from the north for the Song Dynasty. But your talents are in vain and no one appreciates them. You finally escape from the world and live in the countryside. You also have sentiments, sentiments Why is Wang Anshi, a fellow literati, able to turn the world upside down? In fact, you understand that you can support reforms and seek high positions, but looking at the fearful and tired eyes of the people on the barren land, how can you ignore the common people in the world for your own selfish interests? You held the sole objection, and when you saw the sympathetic and timid looks of the civil and military officials in the court, you laughed mockingly. The cool wind in Chibi gradually cooled your innocent heart. You sighed that you were born early, and looked at the rushing river. I wish I could spend the rest of my life in the rivers and seas... On the red cliff, Dongpo stretched out his handsome eyebrows, his clothes and robes were fluttering in the wind, and his lonely back seemed to be the soul of the blue waves. It was the scenery that stayed in my heart. "Falling flowers and flowing water are gone in spring" Post Master The country's hatred, Liu Yong's persistence "leaning against the dangerous building and the gentle breeze", Qin Guan's tenderness "the willows in the west city make spring soft", Rong Ruo's optimism "the sunset in the mountains and the deep autumn rain"... these are the scenery that remain in my heart .The green lantern suddenly went out, the fragrance of tea drifted away, and the cigarette was burned out. Close the book, these words and sentences are connected like pearls in the ocean to form the most beautiful pictures. It seems that you can read a story that transcends time and space from these beautiful sentences. These unique emotions should be the scenery that will remain in the hearts of our Chinese people forever. 6. Quickly request a quote: Friends, walk quickly, don’t stop for the beautiful scenery in front of you
Unfreeze the soul
A scenery that remains in my heart every day, we all We are exhausted by intense study. Every day, we are dazzled by all kinds of information. Every day, we are made restless by inexplicable worries... With all these realities, after the calendar pages are torn out, , our hearts are frozen.
The sun has been waiting outside the door, but the door has not been opened, so it can only leave quietly; the breeze has been waiting outside the window, but the window has not been opened, so it can only return to the mountains. All kinds of beauty in the world are just "blind" to our eyes. We ran all the way, moving forward wholeheartedly, but we didn't know that there were flowers blooming on the roadside, which were enchanting and moving.
The philosopher said: A grain of sand makes a world.
Buddhists say: One leaf and one Bodhi.
In fact, life is not a lack of beauty, but a lack of discovery. If you don’t believe it, my friend, slow down your pace and you will find that the colors of the world are so moving and the sounds of nature are so beautiful! Old man Bing Xin burst into tears for the moment under the sunset, Yu Bianfu felt the endless loneliness from the stripes swept by the broom, Lao She felt happy or sad for a sparrow, and Su Dongpo wrote "Jiangchengzi" because of a dream. Poems that have been passed down through the ages... The reason why they are so passionate is that they know how to thaw their frozen hearts, slow down, listen to the voice of nature, and discover the colors of the world.
Although you can go far by walking fast, and freezing your mind can also reduce external interference, in your old age, when you look back, you will find that your life is blank. You missed the flowers on the road of life, the small fish in the flowing water and the intoxicating birdsong in the wind. It is said that Rockeffield, the extremely wealthy business tycoon, was busy all his life. When he was old and sick and sitting in the oil empire he created with his own hands, he felt lonely, helpless and desolate. At this time, he I suddenly woke up and decided to enjoy the last beautiful scenery on the road of life. He began donating money to various charitable causes. Finally, he saw the rare "roadside scenery", including the love from children, the admiration from young people, the admiration from friends, and the gratitude from recipients...
Similarly, adolescence is the most beautiful time in life and the most beautiful section of life. Parents and teachers are the most beautiful flowers on the road, and youth are the precious grass on the roadside. If our souls are frozen and we only know how to immerse ourselves in the rush of the road, we will be impatient with our parents’ deepest complaints, waste a lot of time in joking, and will not be able to appreciate the happiness and fun of learning, and always regard it as a waste of time. Asceticism is a joyless practice; then, not only can we not see the charming flowers, we cannot listen to the whispers of the wind, nor can we have beautiful achievements.
So, let us open our hearts, slow down, feel every breeze, bathe in every ray of sunshine, breathe the fresh air, listen to the singing of the stream, and not miss every part of life. Wonderful!
Standing by a green lamp and sipping a cup of fragrant tea, the cigarette smoke curls up, and the breeze blows the fragrance of ink on the yellowed paper. A collection of words and landscapes that remain in my heart.
You undress lightly, lift your lotus steps slightly, and every move of your hands and feet are like a charming and melancholy dream. You are rocking the oar with your slender hands, and there is a lingering sadness between your brows. Looking at the horizon from afar, she and her husband are thousands of miles away from each other. She lowers her head and looks at herself. She is like a yellow flower, and her heart is failing even before she is old. You drink up the remaining wine in the cup: you are not afraid of a wandering life, you are just afraid that you will not be able to reunite with the person you love in this life! When the wild goose returns, you are lonely and listen to the drizzle of banana trees. During the Double Ninth Festival, you sit on the east fence at dusk and drink wine. At dusk, it's not just the autumn rain, it's the spring's hatred, the hatred that "now I'm haggard, the wind and frost on my temples", the sorrow of separation, the sorrow of "things and people are different, everything is over"!
You rowed forward and saw a group of gulls fighting to cross the river. You were really drunk, but even in your blurry drunken eyes, the unbearable past was blurred. "The flowers floated by themselves and the water flowed by itself," you murmured. As he murmured, two lines of pure tears fell down, and the sadness on his brows rushed into his heart along with the tears. This strange woman uses her unique talent to express the sorrow of her life.
The setting sun melts gold, and the dusk clouds merge together. The clear and thin figure rowing among thousands of lotus trees is a scenery that remains in my heart.
You have great pride, and the thousand-year wind in Chibi blows your feather fan scarf and your heartstrings, so you let the waves under your feet wash away the eternal romance. The immortal way rides on the wind. In this passion, you have forgotten that you were frustrated and displaced in officialdom. You are as if you are independent from the world and become an immortal. Even if your career is dark and your temples are white, you are still willing to lead Huang Qingcang, draw a strong bow and mount heavy arrows, and drive away the enemies from the north for the Song Dynasty. But your talent was in vain and no one appreciated it. You finally escaped from the world and lived in the countryside.
You also feel sentimental about why Wang Anshi, a literati, can turn the world upside down. In fact, you understand that you can support the reform and seek a high position, but looking at the fearful and tired eyes of the people on the barren land, how can you ignore the common people in the world for your own selfish interests? You held the sole objection, and when you saw the sympathetic and timid looks from all the civil and military officials in the court, you laughed sarcastically. The cool wind in Chibi gradually cools your innocent heart. You lament that you were born early, looking at the rushing river, you just wish you could spend the rest of your life in the river...
On the red cliff, Dongpo stretched his handsome eyebrows, his clothes and robes fluttered in the wind, and his lonely back It seems that the soul of blue waves is the scenery that remains in my heart.
"The falling flowers and flowing water are gone by spring", the late master's national hatred, "Standing in the dangerous building and the gentle wind blows" Liu Yong's persistence, "The willows in the West City make the spring soft" Qin Guan's tenderness, "The sunset in the deep mountains and the deep autumn rain" Rongruo's optimism...these are the scenery that remain in my heart.
The green lantern suddenly goes out, the fragrance of tea drifts away, and the cigarette burns out. Closing the book, these words and sentences are connected like pearls from the ocean to form the most beautiful pictures. It seems that one can read a unique emotion that transcends time and space from these beautiful sentences. These should be left in our Chinese children. The scenery that will never fade away in my heart.