I am touched by the selflessness of the little raindrops, which help the farmers to plant the land without asking for a return....... I wish I could become a little raindrops, and they go together to water the drought-affected land, to water the flowers and trees together, to clean the air, to be the cleaner of the nature, so that the nature will become cleaner, more beautiful, and the air more fresh. The air is fresher. The things you see through it are pure, for example, your pure heart!
I believe that I will be good friends with the drizzle!
I love you, Drizzle!
Snow
As soon as winter arrived, white clouds turned into snowflakes and flew down to the earth, unhurriedly and serenely. They quietly fell on the eaves, tree branches, land, and people's clothes. At this time it is no longer arrogant, but become easy-going.
It was snowing. The snowflakes were flying all over the sky. In no time, it turned into a silver world. The ground became a carpet of snow, the room was covered with cotton wool, that tung tree is full of pear blossoms, cypress trees, bamboo branches are full of snowballs and silver bars. Look at least from afar, jade trees, silver makeup, full of poetry and picturesque. What a white and flawless city! Snow flurries, do not count to fall, like who accidentally broke the jade 甁. The broken jade fluttering, constantly changing dance steps. For a while, the earth covered in silver, dead trees into jade coral. The snow fell heavily, by like goose feathers. They quietly and slowly from the sky, embellishing everything, as if a small angel came down to earth. They give the earth covered with a thick blanket, to the house dressed in silver. Snow fell on the trees, a group, a cluster, like a squirrel's tail, fluffy, heavy; the road is even better, as if a long band, people step on it, cackling, as if playing a symphony. Snow is falling more and more, the whole world became a white. Houses, trees, fields and mountains were all dressed up.
Because of the snow, the children boiled, the streets were lively, the snow brought infinite vitality to the earth. Whether on the outside or inside snow is beautiful! I love snow, I love the beauty of this snow!
Looking, looking forward to, the east wind came, spring footsteps close.
Everything looks like it just woke up and opened its eyes happily. The mountains are moist, the water is rising, and the sun's face is red.
The grass peeked out of the earth, tender and green. The garden, the field, look to go a large area full of a large area. The first thing you need to do is to sit down, lie down, play a couple of rolls, kick a couple of balls, race a couple of times, and play a couple of times of hide-and-seek. The wind is gentle and the grass is soft.
Peach trees, apricot trees, pear trees, you do not let me, I do not let you, are full of flowers to catch up. The red is like fire, the pink is like the sun, and the white is like snow. Flowers with a sweet smell; closed eyes, the village seems to have been full of peaches, apricots, pears.
Thousands of bees buzzed under the flowers, and butterflies of all sizes flitted about. The wildflowers were all over the place: miscellaneous, named and unnamed, scattered in the grass like eyes, like stars, and winking.
"Blowing face not cold willow wind", not bad, like a mother's hand caressing you. The wind brings the scent of freshly turned earth, mixed with the smell of grass, and the fragrance of various flowers, all brewing in the slightly moist air. Birds will nest in
The flowers and young leaves in the middle, happy, call friends to show off the crisp throat, singing a melodious tune, with the light wind and running water and echoed. The short flute of the cowherd boy on the back of the cow, this time also all day loud and clear sound.
Rain is the most common, one is three or two days. Don't be annoyed. Look, like cow hair, like flower needle, like fine silk, densely woven diagonally, people's roofs are covered with a layer of thin smoke. The leaves of the trees, however, are so green that they shine. The grass is also so green that it forces your eyes.
Evening, on the lights, a little yellow light, baked a quiet and peaceful night. In the countryside, on the path, stone bridge, there are people walking slowly with umbrellas; there are farmers working in the field, wearing straw raincoats and hats. Their houses, sparse, were silent in the rain.
There are more kites in the sky and more children on the ground. The city and the countryside, families, old and small, also rush like a trip, one by one, all out. The first thing you need to do is to get out of the house and get out of the house, and then get out of the house and get out of the house.
"A year's plan is in the spring", just the beginning of the head, there is a lot of work, there is a lot of hope.
Spring is like a doll that just landed on the ground, from head to toe is new, it grows.
Spring is like a little girl, blossoming, smiling, walking.
Spring is like the sturdy youth, with arms and waist and feet of iron, who leads us on.
The colors of spring are really colorful, the sun is red, the sky is blue, the treetops are tender green, the spring flowers are delicate yellow ...... No wonder the poets love to sing about spring, painters love to depict the spring, because the spring is the fusion of all the world's beauty, all the colors of the General Assembly. I am wondering why this colorful colors will coincidentally choose spring to the earth?
Spring rain is continuous, soft, it moisturizes the earth, caressing the earth, whispering to the earth, in people do not know when they quietly converge into a small river, accumulated into a deep pool. Ah, it is the spring rain to bring green life to the pool.
Wind and rain always come together. Early spring, with a bit of cold wind, blew everything awake, the treetops green, the earth green, even the platform of the towering buildings are also green. Wang Anshi of the Song Dynasty wrote a poem: "The spring breeze greens the south bank of the river again." What a nice way to put it! But what is more than "green"?
In the wind blowing, full of hills and slopes of wildflowers opened their eyes, one, two, a clump, two clumps ...... into a piece, converging into a sea. People face this blue, red, yellow ...... imposing sea of color, worry no more, atrophy no more. Thanks to the colors of spring to bring us upward strength and confidence.
Then look at the spring sky. How the sky is also colorful, dazzling? Ah, that is the children flying kites. Under the blue sky and white clouds, a thousand kites fluttered and soared with ease, what a refreshing sight! Spring belongs to the children, the sky belongs to the children, yet aren't they at the same time trying to dress up and add color to spring?
But if you bend down to take a closer look, you will find that in the pleasing colors, there are still sporadic yellowing, which is the traces left by the remnants of winter. You may sigh, "What a beauty!" Yes, looking at the several stems of broken limbs and arms, drooping grass, who will still have a good mood? However, you may want to peel off the yellow winter coat, you will have a new and strange discovery, hey! Inside is green! The original appearance of the yellow grass is also pregnant, pregnant with a more beautiful spring.
I finally understand why the colors of spring are so rich: it is the color pencils in the hands of the spring girl waving diligently; it is the childish children innocently dressed; it is the neglected grass silently nurturing. Enjoy the spring colors of the pleasant people ah, you contribute to the colors of spring what?
Spring, you finally came!
You have come with life and hope, with a light step. You have leapt over mountains, flown over rivers, and come thousands of miles. You have worked hard! But you do not care a moment to rest, you can not wait to leap on the plains, mountains ...... wherever you go, all contain vigorous vitality.
Love that the chill remains and not lack of warmth of the early spring wind. It is her clear brush to wake up the earth, so that the sleep of the winter of the earth gladly opened the sleepy eyes, countless life resurrection. The spring breeze is the messenger of spring.
I am in love with the spring rain, it is her moist wake up grass, moist green poplar trees, moist open spring flowers, tell mankind that spring is coming. The grass secretly drilled out of the ground, looking at the novelty; willow swinging drums, dancing with the wind. After the spring rain, the moist air mixed with the fragrance of the soil, with the warm spring wind to the face. Spring rain is the plowman of life.
Love the chirping of birds and all the vibrant, lovely creatures of spring, especially the adorable swallows. I often search for them on the wires, because they are like small, delicate notes on a musical score, with a "chirping" sound, playing the first movement of spring.
Every spring, in my hometown, I walk on a high hill, looking at the spring water in the river, the green jungle on the other bank and the village completely submerged in peach blossoms. While enjoying the view, I breathe in the incomparably refreshing scent of spring and feel its violently beating pulse. Ah! Such a vibrant spring!
Ah! Spring makes the earth new, spring called the earth full of spring color, spring brings joy and hope to mankind, urging us to move forward.
Spring often causes me to think, people always see spring as a symbol of life and hope, and we young people and children are called "the motherland's spring".
We are the life of the motherland, and we are the future spring of the motherland.
Hopefully, finally, spring has finally come!
She came with life and hope, with a light step. She leapt over the mountains, flew over the rivers, and came thousands of miles. She has labored! But she did not care to stop for a moment, she could not wait to leap over the mountains, rivers and plains ...... wherever she passed, all contain incomparable vigorous vitality.
Love that the chill remains and there is no lack of warmth of the early spring wind. It is it gently woke up the earth, sleep a winter of the earth gladly opened the sleepy eyes. And then sowed the seeds of hope. The spring breeze is the messenger of life.
Love the spring rain. It is it moist wake up grass, moist green willow, moist open spring flowers, tell us that spring is coming. Grass drilled out of the ground, looking at the novelty; willow swinging waist, dancing with the wind; spring flowers drummed up the trumpet, "spring is good, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick."
After the rain, the moist air mixed with the aroma of the soil, with the and melting wind to meet the face, therefore, the spring rain is the cultivator of life!
I love spring--
I love the birds, frogs, and all the vibrant, lovely creatures of spring, especially the cute little swallows. I often search on the wires, the wires on them, like a small and delicate notes on the score, with "chirping" call, in the first movement of spring
Whenever the spring to the Songhua River, strolling in the high Songhua River embankment, looking at the river in the spring of the river, look at the other side of the jungle through the green, breathing in the breath of the spring breath of the breath of the breath of the spring, feel the spring of the pulse of the violent beating. It is so comfortable and cozy," he said!
Look again, over the beach on Sun Island, the kite, the spring wind has no legs, no hands, actually sent it high and far, gradually melted into the light blue sky.
Spring often causes me to think: people always see spring as a symbol of life and hope, and we children and young people are called "the motherland's spring".
We are the life and hope of our country.
Grandfather winter color sent away the earth's cold, the spring girl stepped lightly on the earth. The scenery of spring is very beautiful, just like a vivid painting.
Spring sunshine is extraordinarily bright, the spring girl unfolded a smiling face, the sun, red beams of light shot over, that gently caress you, like a young mother's hand.
With the spring girl's brisk pace, green grass, breaking out of the ground, sneaking out of the soil, tender, green. In the park, you can see some of these tenacious grasses everywhere.
In this warm season, in the woods, many trees are full of brightly colored flowers; everyone refuses to give up, red, yellow, white, purple, all kinds of flowers are really like a big beautiful flower bed. Many butterflies and bees smelled the fragrance of the flowers, and they all flew in unison to collect honey, flying around in mid-air.
In the woods, many little birds were flying freely and joyfully, and when they were happy, they sang clear and pleasant tunes. The warm spring light blew the little river, and the river was suddenly moved by a pleasant, melodious flute, and when they looked around, a group of naughty little children were making willow flutes with the stems of the weeping willows! They blew out the happiness and joy in their hearts.
Spring rain is soft, only to be seen bouncing on the bamboo branches and leaves. That rain sometimes slides down in a straight line, sometimes sprinkles with the wind, leaving behind a silhouette like smoke, mist, veil and silk, and the splashing rain seems to be the notes beating on the piano shaft, playing a beautiful melody.
The sky, how is colorful, dazzling? Ah, the original children in the kite-proof ah. In the light of the blue sky and white clouds, a variety of kites in the free fluttering, soaring, what a refreshing scene ah!
Ah, everything in spring is so vibrant.
Ah, spring is so beautiful! Let's feel the beauty of nature with our hearts.
Spring is a season of vitality and a season of beauty, magic and hope.
Spring is here, all kinds of gorgeous flowers are open, all so gorgeous. In the fields, the oil crops planted by the farmers' uncle--rape flowers also bloomed. The golden rapeseed flowers have become the world of butterflies, and the beautiful butterflies are dancing softly and gracefully on the golden stage. They fly in the air for a while, and stay quietly on the rape flowers for a while. It is this that adds a lot of fun to the spring as well. The beauty of rapeseed flowers also attracts a lot of "working people" - bees, who always work day and night to pollinate rapeseed flowers. Occasionally a breeze blew, the golden rapeseed flowers immediately rose up in high and low "golden waves". It's a beautiful sight to see from afar!
Spring is the season that people are looking forward to, and people always make their own plans in this season. As the saying goes, "A year's plan lies in spring, a day's plan lies in the morning." It is telling us: a year's desire should be planned in the spring, the heaviest time of the day is the morning, in the spring, people start to plow the fields and plant rice seedlings, plant trees and other such farm work. Migratory birds have also moved from the south to the north to applaud the farmers working in the fields. Some of the birds stand in the high trees, some simply in the field, and some stand on the "five lines". It is this that makes the farmers in the fields feel happy, and everything is lively.
In the spring, the animals also woke up from their slumber. Grasses begin to sprout, and the earth is full of color. At a glance, there was a green scene everywhere, like a watercolor painting.
The winter of depression and monotony is always looking forward to spring. Looking forward to her grass grows and warblers fly, silk tapestry whisk embankment, looking forward to her thousands of trees and flowers, blue ripples (yi), looking forward to her orchids and cymbidium grass, moistening things like a crisp; looking forward to her spring garden, falling red like rain.
Now, spring has arrived. Spring is the most beautiful season of the year, people throughout the ages have used almost all the beautiful words and poems to describe and praise spring. Spring brings life and hope.
Spring, warm people's hearts, "wet clothes want to wet apricot rain, blowing face not cold willow wind."
Spring, fleeting, "the forest flowers thanked the spring red, too hasty." That's why it's so important to fold the flowers, and not wait for them to fall."
Spring, refreshingly cool and moist, "Tianjie Xiaoyu Run as crispy, the grass color looks close but no."
Cold wind transit, the sky freezes into ice, a blank piece of white. The sky is white, boundless white, spread to the distance. It was as white as death.
The relentless wind, tearing through the forest that has been bald, it clamors and roars, it wants to declare war on the world. Bewildered fallen leaves were swept up by the gusts of wind and circled around the entire forest, circle after circle.
The sun was gone. The sun, now not as hot and bright red as it was in the summer, seemed a little pale. It was incredibly cold, and try as it might, the sun could only bring light to the earth at this time, while the warmth was no longer there.
The pedestrians on the road were in a hurry and never stopped. Occasionally a speeding car drove by, startling a few sparrows in the forest.
Animals, too, came and went in a hurry, running for winter food, geese flying south, ants preparing winter food, bears digging their hibernation dens, and everything seemed very tense.
The water on the lake has long been frozen into a cloud of fog, thin light milky white fog over the lake is in the beautiful, but also crisis, because the morning passers-by may not be able to distinguish between the lake and the road pedestrians and fell headlong into the cold lake ......
The plum blossom tree has blossomed a few cold plums Long heard that the plum blossom bloomed in the snow, today I saw, marveled at, but also feel it poor: in the sea of snow in the middle of the lonely, inevitably, but when the flowers bloomed, but then quietly hidden, really an uncompromising lone ranger.
A piece of two pieces of three or four pieces, five pieces of six pieces of seven or eight pieces of snowflakes fell down, has fallen down, really fell down, finally fell down, with only white winter fell down, the world turned a miserable white.
Winter morning, I opened my eyes, and found that outside the window is since the blanket of a beautiful: the earth put on a silver-white dress, the tree branches are no less, wearing a salt and white bonnet, it is really a snow-white world ah!
I unknowingly walked into the snow, outside a burst of children's voices into my ears: "Good white ah!" "Come and play in the snow!" I look for the sound, only to see a group of children in red and green, is rolling in the snow, his snowball fights, pile up snowmen, play really painful.
Snow is still falling, that is a fragrant flowers, are wearing translucent hexagonal cap, but each has a different delicate pattern, than the New Year's grandma cut the windowpane is even better, they jumped, fluttered, gently surplus, so easy, as if it is jumping Swan Lake
Guilin mountains and waters of the world, not bad. The beautiful mountains and the swirling water are indeed rare in the world.
At the moment, I am sitting on the boat, accompanied by the seat of the mountains moving backward, with the fresh wind puffing, the ripples of the water, forward slowly.
The river was lined with mountains on both sides, some tall, some treacherous, some steep, some gentle. These mountains, although not as dangerous as Mount Hua or as beautiful as Mount Jinwu, had a unique feeling of indescribable beauty. Perhaps because of the relationship between all the surrounding mountains. Mountains and mountains close to each other, although close, but it looks very loose, although many, but it seems to follow some kind of law, although ordinary, but countless ordinary mountains together, it is not ordinary. Coupled with the water flowing between the mountains, it seems to have arrived in a poetic painting.
The water was clear and turbulent, with one or two whirlpools appearing from time to time. As the boat moved forward, the water would raise one or several ripples, slowly moving forward. Sometimes you could also see fish swimming in the water, but that was only for a moment. These seem to be ordinary, but they add a little life to the big picture, making the beauty of movement and the beauty of stillness to be combined at one time. No matter what it is, it will be the most beautiful when it is alive.
The wind is refreshing, suddenly there is no, if the hidden gust blowing. Cool wind, always scrape away the body too much heat, irritability, and thoughts. Sometimes also makes the water, causing a water wave. It is really a "breeze on the face, the water waves do not rise". The wind is not very big, not very small, his size is just right, give a person a kind of "blowing face not cold willow wind" feeling. The wind is not very cold, but very cool. It gives you a cool feeling and makes you forget where you are.
Whether you look at it from a distance, close up. Whether looking at a large picture, or a tiny detail. Whether it is the overlapping of dozens of mountains, or the swaying of a tree or the shape of a stone in the mountains. Whether it's the incessant flow of a sheer river, or the occasional swirl in the water, or a fish that momentarily emerges from the surface, it all gives a sense of beauty.
This mountain, this water, this wind, this landscape all squeezed into the eye at the same time is indeed overwhelming. Every scene, no matter where it is, is always refreshing. The sight of mountains of various shapes, undulating high and low, would be refreshing. Seeing the spaciousness of the water, with its faint waves rippling, will make one's heart open. Do you need to say or do anything more in the face of the scenery? Just be quiet and enjoy!
I remember this moment in my life when I was eight years old. It was a spring night when I suddenly woke up, opened my eyes, and saw the house sprinkled with moonlight, and silence all around, not a sound. The warm air was filled with the fresh scent of pear blossoms and lonicera bushes. I got out of bed, tiptoed softly out of the house, and closed the door behind me. My mother was sitting on the stone steps of the porch, and when she looked up and saw me, she smiled, and with one hand drew me to sit down next to her, and with the other took me in her arms. The whole countryside was silent, the lights were out in the neighboring houses, and the moonlight was so bright. In the distance, the woods, about a mile away, presented themselves in blackness. The watchdog came running up to us on the lawn, lay down comfortably at our feet, stretched himself out a little, and rested his head on the lower flap of his mother's coat. We stayed like that for a long time, neither of us making a sound. Yet it was not so quiet in the dark woods-the hares and the squirrels, the possums and the chinchillas, they were all there, running and jumping and laughing; and there in the fields, and in the shaded shadows of the garden, the flowers and the trees were growing quietly. The red peach blossoms and the white pear blossoms will soon be scattered, leaving behind the first fruits; the wild plum trees will grow round, like a lantern-like wild plums, which are tart and sweet, all because of the sun's scorching heat and the wind and rain; and the green melon vines, with pumpkin-like blossoms full of nectar, are waiting for the morning's bees to come, but in a short while you will see a strip of melon, and the flowers will be full of nectar. But in a short time, you will see a strip of melon, and no longer these flowers. Ah, in this boundless serenity, life - this mysterious thing, which can neither be touched nor heard. Only the omnipotent, gentle, lovely hand of Nature caressing it-is moving, it is growing, it is flourishing. An eight-year-old child certainly doesn't think that much about it, and perhaps he doesn't realize that he is immersed in this boundless serenity. But he, too, was mesmerized when he saw a star hanging in the treetops of a cedar; when he heard an imitating bird cry melodiously in the moonlight, he felt an indescribable joy in his heart; and when his hand touched his mother's arm, he felt so safe and soothed. Life was moving, the earth was revolving, the rivers were running. All this might have been something inexplicable to him, or it might have made him realize in a vague way that this was life, this was the best moment.
The sun is still reluctant to stay in the sky looking at the people refused to leave; the night god is anxious, pushed him, pushed him down the mountain, by hand, a pull of the black quilt, so the night will come. I was alone on the balcony in the cool, lying on a bamboo bed, smelled beside the rich fragrance of nightshade, began to observe the unpredictable changes in the sky. Look at the twinkling stars in the sky like a pair of naughty. Wisdom of the small eyes, as if in the twinkling of health. Happy. Full of hopeful light. I do not know when, the moon like a shy little girl, shyly from a cloud behind a small head, quietly watching, to determine that there is no movement, before a twist, appeared in the sky. Suddenly, a shooting star flew by, and he cut through the sky like a sharp sword; and suddenly disappeared from under my eyes. I opened my eyes wide to see, but even the shadow of the meteor could not be found. I was so enchanted by this beautiful summer night that I fell asleep without realizing it. The next day, I woke up, the day to dawn, but the last night to see the beauty and that sweet dream, still revolving in my mind.
The winter is so beautiful! I opened the door and walked out of the house, only to see snowflakes flying all over the sky, a small snowflake fell on my face, it kissed me, and then happily melted away. Ah! The earth seems like a white world, the roofs are white, the trees are white ...... The creeks are also frozen, look! Many trees are already too frozen to stand, only the green and upright pine trees and plum trees are not afraid of the cold. This makes me think of: several branches of plum in the corner of the wall, the cold alone open. I know it's not snow, but it's a dark fragrance. You say yes?
Winter is really fun! I and a few children together pile snowman, snowball fight. We first pile up two snowballs put together, and then give it to put eyes, and planted hands, nose, mouth. In this way, we a **** heaped two white fat, simple and lovely snowman.
Started to play snowball fight, we hide behind the snowman, with snow made into small snowballs to hit each other. I always hit the other snowman's head. Haha! The snowman's head fell off! They had nowhere to hide, and all of them were hit by me at once, becoming a moving snowman ......
Winter is really beautiful and fun, I will always love winter !
7. The spring breeze girl quietly came, she blew open the colorful flowers, blowing green the banks of the willow tree, blowing wrinkled the clear river ...... but at the same time, the spring breeze girl also blew down our campus Lapis lazuli flowers.
The branches of the Lap-mei tree are coffee-colored, bare branches in the cold wind swaying left and right, looks inevitably a little ugly. A few yellowish flowers hanging in the branches, shaking, a breeze blew, the few small flowers shook a few times, reluctantly left his home, in the air after turning a few heads, flew to the mother earth's embrace.
Although the plum tree now seems to be so ugly, but in the past it also has a brilliant moment. In the cold and windy winter, the waxberry tree is so spirited, the flowers are so fragrant! They formed a big cozy family and danced on the branches. Ah, although the plum tree is not like roses as charming, not as colorful as jewel flowers, not as graceful as peonies ...... but he has a jade clean ice clear, selfless dedication to the quality!
By the plum tree, I thought of our teachers. A batch of plum blossom fall, is equivalent to the teacher sent away a session of students; Lame tree for the Lame flower, all the nutrients are transported to it, is equivalent to the teacher for us, all of their own knowledge taught to us; Lame tree Jade clean ice clear, selfless dedication to the quality of the teacher's spirit ...... Look, Lame tree is not the best interpretation of the teacher, is not it? The best interpretation of the teacher?
Lap-mei tree, from ancient to present, how many poets have praised it, leaving a great poem! His noble qualities will always remain in the hearts of the world! I praise you, Lap-mei tree!
There is true love in the world, and this is one of the things that happened to me today.
Today the weather is very hot, I played with a few friends a while on the sweaty. So we went across the street to buy popsicles in the kiosk opened by Mr. Li. We just walked in and saw a lot of people buying things. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good deal on a new product, but I'm sure you're going to be able to get a good deal on a new product, and I'm sure you're going to be able to get a good deal on a new product.
Those adults also gave way, I thought: really everywhere in the world there is true love ah! When the group chose the popsicle they wanted, Xu Tong, who was in charge of the money, suddenly exclaimed: "Ah! What's going on here? Why is there a big hole in my pants? The money is gone!"
The store's Mr. Li looked straight into our eyes, which were clearly full of trust, concern. After a moment of contemplation, the boss kindly said to us, "It's okay, take it and eat it! No money!" Then with a ferocious expression, he scanned the crowd in the store and said fiercely, "I don't care if you steal money from children, but don't get caught by me!" Said the cigarette in his hand was crushed by him at once.
The crowd was in an uproar, and finally they decided to donate one dollar each to us. Watching the adults donate money, our eyes swirled with tears of happiness. The first time I saw this, I was so happy to see it! When my friends and I took the money out of the store, I suddenly felt something stuffed into my pocket, I looked, it was which was stolen wallet and a note, the note was written in a few big words: I'm sorry I was wrong, please forgive me!
Looking at this note, we are once again in tears, yes, there is true love everywhere on earth, so that the world is full of love!
We took the filling, the crust and started to do it. I picked up the crust, put the filling into the crust, with a pinch, the filling pokes its head out, as if to say: "Hey, inside the squeeze, outside a little better." I thought, "I won't let you poke your head out, I'll put you on top of some of the filling! I thought, "I'm going to put you on top of some stuffing!" I thought, "I'm going to put you on top of some stuffing!" I thought, "I'm going to put you on top of some stuffing!" I did it. I tried to follow my mom's example, but it was too late. She was three or four ahead of me. I thought about it and made up a pattern, but it looked like a fat doll with a broken straw hat on it, which was not right. I made a few more, but it looked the same. My mom's dumplings looked like mighty generals, many times better than mine! It was like a whale to an ant. I was a bit discouraged, but then I thought: No, confidence is the secret of success! So I made another one. The front one was a "bad suit". The back one is very beautiful. This one is the best of my dumplings.
The first time I made dumplings, I felt really deep! I'd like to do more chores in the future to ease the burden on my family. I'd like to give some points