Please write an essay based on your own personal experience or experience, with "the feeling of heartbeat" as the topic.
Requirements:
① The content must be within the scope of the topic.
②The title of the article.
③ Self-contained.
④The genre is of your choice (except poetry)
⑤Not less than 600 words.
⑥ To have their own experience and feelings, no plagiarism.
⑦ Real names of places, schools and people should not appear in the text.
⑧ The writing should be correct, standardized and beautiful.
"Pain" love life
I - an authentic rural children, from playing remember, my father has repeatedly said to me, rural suffering, rural children than the city children more than a strong. For more than a decade, I have been growing up with the love of "pain".
I don't know whether it was God's favor for me or some other reason, but when I graduated from elementary school, I was admitted to a private middle school in the county free of charge because of my excellent grades.
To this day, I still remember clearly that on the day of the start of the school year, my father rode the old Phoenix, which had been with him for more than twenty years, to carry my luggage. I followed behind, carrying a large bag, small bag, all the way to ride tightly. Along the way, father and daughter did not say a word. I know, Dad also rushed to work it, he said half a day's work to be deducted ten dollars it.
The new school, everything seems to be so fresh, the school is full of people like a fair. The school entrance is full of cars, vans and all kinds of motorcycles. Dad leaned his broken Phoenix against a small tree without locking it, and walked through the crowd, carrying his bedroll. I followed Dad closely for fear of getting separated. I was surrounded by adults, and it took a lot of effort to squeeze through. Dad helped me find a dormitory and picked a bed next to the window, saying that it was sunny, not damp, and warm in winter. He didn't say a word of comfort, but put down his bedroll and turned around to leave. "Dad!" I shouted, Dad turned around, "What is it?" I looked at Dad did not squeak, just smiled bitterly, turned around and walked away again. I held back my tears and went up to clean up my bed by myself. Watching other parents help their children to lay bedding and organize things, my tears brushed down, but I immediately wiped them away. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said.
From now on, every time the school is closed, I will go home by myself, sometimes by car, sometimes on foot. When I got home, I made a fire and cooked by myself, and picked up my room, then read a book while waiting for my dad, mom, and little brother to come back, which is a habit I have developed over the years and have never changed.
The time flies, and it's been three years. Today will be the middle school exam, I got up at five o'clock in the morning. Mom went to the factory last night to work is not yet back, Dad has gone to work early. I cooked my own dinner, and afterward, I took the car to the examination center. Just as I was about to walk through the door of the examination center, a familiar figure suddenly appeared in my field of vision. I had no idea that it was my father, who was still riding his broken Phoenix. All of a sudden, a heart-thumping feeling flowed through my whole body, and my tears could no longer be stopped, and they rolled around in my eyes one after another. "Dad, why did you also come, miss a day of work more than ten dollars!" "Agricultural work again busy, you a person test, I do not feel at ease, quickly go in, a back child on the test, Dad waited for you outside."
Writing here, my tears can not help but flow down again. Dad, you can rest assured, I will be a good test, because you are waiting for me outside, and you for many years entrusted me with the words of the words that will always let me produce a thumping feeling of the heart ......
[full marks reveal]
This is a rather rare full marks essay. The excesses of the article are reflected in the following three points:
First, the selection of materials is full of personality. The small author of the dialog has a deep understanding, unique experience, through the daily life of many people see and see the ordinary small things, to achieve the theme of the performance of the father's love, it is in this "special love" to "special me", only to shape the "
Second, the narrative angle is small. The author chose "dad" "send daughter enrollment" and "accompany the daughter in the examination" this two small things to show the great love of the father, small in the big, which is with the small author's keen observation ability, a wealth of
Third, the feelings are simple and natural. "The people who feel the heart, no first to love." Between the lines of the text, everywhere not exposed to the author's infinite depth of feeling, this emotion, do not pretend to do, real natural, straight and simple, so that people read not feel weeping, sighing, see the small author of the language and textual skills, so that people savor it, admire it.
Mount Lushan "love" wind
The wise man in the water to get broad, benevolent Linshan get far.
First Mount Lu, in early summer, a night of spring wind, ten thousand trees pear blossom, blowing the face is not cold, silent, green Kuanglu, warm Poyang, thick fragrance flowers, peach and pear white, summer wind like a shear, fresh and pleasant.
If it is said that the spring is a wistful, summer people love, autumn people think, winter people realize; if the rain is refreshing, the dew is proud, the snow is clean, then the wind is a set of natural changes in the essence of the essence of the aura in a body.
I stand in the big Hanyang Peak, facing the nine rivers, the mountain wind in the face, extraordinarily refreshing, a few hundred meters below the right, is the year Zhou Lang practice place, in front of the Yangtze River that is the vast and mighty, "the Yangtze River to the east, the waves are exhausted, a thousand years of the wind and current characters", is directly below the Tao Yuanming when the hermitage, "picking chrysanthemums under the East Ledge, the dew is proud of, snow is clean, then the wind is set the essence of the natural changes, the spirit. "Picking chrysanthemums under the east hedge, leisurely see the south mountain".
All of this is so fascinating, for -- a child living on the plains for 17 years, how new and spectacular. The mountain wind is still coming, such as the wind willows, the wind is still pleasing to the ear, like a swallow murmuring, with the people are intoxicated in this unchanging beauty, and I have been y trapped in this beautiful so that my clumsy pen can not be described again in the beauty of the moment, a thumping feeling, from the existence of the heart, and from the absence of the heart, and from the nuisance to the expansion of the heart, and finally fully erupted out of the feeling of the feeling of the yo, as if the stepping into the fairyland in general.
and the wind a little sharper, the clouds drifted, my heartfelt feeling will be my illusory out of the earth, I seem to be beyond time and space, beyond everything in nature.
The wind and clouds change, the big waves, the wind Xiao Xiao Ri Jing Ke Yishui out of the war, swinging, the wind rose Ri Liu Bang arms singing, swallowing the mountains and rivers, the long wind and waves, Li Bai lost his mind to make poetry, the spirit of the wind and hair, "An can destroy the eyebrow and bend the waist to serve the power of the nobility ......"
The sky wind swings, I was there, my heart welled up immensely moved.
The mirage is precious, but the price of the wind is even higher.
Wind ah, wind, is you let me think of a strong man shed hot tears of heartbeat, 17 years, who has let me thumping heart, but only you - Mount Lu wind.
Lushan wind, you let me tree kite hostile sky will, swan soaring wind in the clouds of the idea, tree turbulence to clear the heart. You let me have a moving heart, you opened my dusty heart, you let me once again have a heart-thumping feeling.
Asking what is the wind in the world, only calling me to live and die.
Full marks reveal read this examination essay, can not help but for our junior high school students have such a rich talent students and applaud, no matter from which point of view to analyze, we all feel that this is an impeccable examination full marks masterpiece, beautiful language, smooth writing, really write very atmospheric, through the back of this examination essay, we feel that a student to write a good composition, no The first thing that we can do is to make sure that you have a good understanding of the subject matter and that you have a good understanding of the subject matter and that you have a good understanding of the subject matter.
Heart in the Tang poetry
Hands of poetry book has not yet turned, a thumping feeling has quietly overflowed the chest, cleansing my thoughts ...... --Title
Perhaps everyone's heart is cleansed of a flourishing Tang Dynasty, so that the Chinese people for a moment of the Tang clothing to return to our closet, the Chinese festival only to return to our skirt.
The moonlight of the Tang Dynasty - solace
I don't know who was the first to look at the moon in the night of the spring river flowers and moonlight. So the moon's thousands of miles of chandelier night and night to illuminate the loneliness of the sleepless people. The moon is the hometown of the wanderer, the light of the moon in front of the bed is still homesick for the frost and dew; the moon is the thought of the woman's attachment, in the sound of pounding clothes night after night to reduce the clear light; the moon is a lonely person's sprinkling of friends, wandering around, and the people who raise their glasses to the shadow into the people.
The moon makes me thump my heart, it turns out that the moon is the comfort of people's emotions.
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The Tang Dynasty's strong sprinkles - pinch of sorrow
Cited poets have raised their cups to pinch of sorrow, thousands of gold for wine, but seek a drunk. Three cups will lead to a great road, a bucket will be natural. A person's life, can be drunk to the flower geometry, the moon libation river. Drunkenness is a traumatic experience, drunkenness in the people are spoiled and forgotten, the world's coolness is empty. Today's wine is thick, and come to a pot of strong wine, let the waves of my magnificent feelings.
Wine, let me thumping heart, it turns out that at this moment you have become people's spiritual support.
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The poet of the Tang Dynasty - Qinggao.
A pot of wine, a sword, a round of curved moon, all the way to dance wildly, all the way to drink. Drinking out of a Tang Dynasty poetry world of banishment, dancing out of a great Tang before the sword gall. Drunk in Chang'an, the son of heaven is hard to find, not a whitewash, not to praise the name, a smile in the sea, distributed to get flat boat, from now on you set foot on the landscape of his homeland, indulge between heaven and earth.
Poet, it is you who makes my heart pound, because you are unruly travelers.
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Ten thousand volumes of ancient and modern eliminate eternal day, a window of dusk and dawn to send the flow of years, make a cup of chrysanthemum tea, sip a cup of this makes me thumping Tang month, Tang wine, Tang people, thoughts fly at this moment-
Full marks to unveil this Examination essay can stand out in the many essays, I think there are such three reasons: First, the angle of choice of materials is different, the candidates can be from the Tang Dynasty moon, Tang Dynasty wine, Tang Dynasty people this angle to the intention, is indeed unusual, and the content of the writing does have a heart-thumping feeling. Second, the structure of the arrangement of unconventional, candidates can write from the Tang Dynasty, refined comfort, sadness, noble this three typical images, and see the candidates in the structure of the arrangement is more reasonable, not only pay attention to the structure, but also pay attention to the content, can be said to kill two birds with one stone. Third, the atmosphere of the language is screaming. From the article, this is indeed a very talented candidates, is a usually focus on accumulation and thinking candidates, the language of this article for future students to participate in the examination provides a good reference role. To summarize the whole text, it is really rare, full marks should be reasonable.
Mother's diary
One day, in the closet of the home to turn over the clothes, inadvertently in the bottom of the cabinet touched a hard notebook, take it out and see, the cover reads "about his bits and pieces", is the mother's handwriting! Who is "him"? Was it the mother's? Maybe it was my father? Curiosity prompted me to turn to the first page of the text, and my mind raced as my eyes searched ......
"Week x, day x, year x, lunar calendar x, month x ...... "Yikes! That's the day of my birth! Scanning quickly down the page, I realized that "he" was referring to her son, "me". As you can see from the diary, my mother has been keeping this diary from the very first, no, even from the very first moment of my birth.
"December 16, 1991, today is the first day of three months after the birth of little x. I had no choice but to bring him to the hospital again, the doctor said that due to the premature birth of the cause of his physical weakness, more need to strengthen the care. Through the glass, looking at the fine-tipped needle slowly into his body, my heart with his loud and clear cry and violently shocked, I can only beg: child, quickly strong it ......"
"September 5, 1993, small x recently although eaten Although he ate all kinds of supplements, his physique is still very weak, today he had a high fever again, coughing one after another, I had to take him to the People's Hospital for a hangnail again, after entering the ward, the new trainee nurses gave him three needles but failed to tie them, I cried with heartache, on the contrary, it was he who kept comforting me, saying: 'Mom, don't cry! "
"On September 16, 1996, time passed as he toddled and babbled. Today was his sixth birthday, and I took out a picture of him at his first birthday to show him, and he was so excited to point to the picture and ask me: 'Mommy, is this me when I was little? I was so skinny back then!' When we ate the cake, I didn't expect him to hand me the biggest piece of cake tremblingly: 'Mommy, this biggest piece is for you to eat!' 'Why do you give me the biggest one?' 'Because it's not easy for you to raise me, I'll buy you cakes every day when I grow up!' I can't tell you how I felt at that time, I just felt that my child had grown up and understood, and everything I had given had paid off ......"
My mother's diary gave me a thumping feeling, how did I never notice all this in normal times?
When she went to middle school, her mother remembered even more -
"On May 20, 2001, 'Mom, I'm home!' When I saw him flying into the house like a bird, I knew he must have some good news: the boy had grown up with a lot of contrasts between joy and anger. Sure enough, he won an award for his essay, and it warmed my heart to see him happy and joyful, and I think that was satisfaction and relief at his progress."
"Today, October 26, 2005, I was shocked when I unintentionally found a 'courtship letter' written to him by a classmate while packing his things. I had to go to the teacher to find out what was going on, but then I remembered how he almost ran away from home a few days ago because he had a falling out with me, and how he had several locked diaries. ...... Suddenly, I remembered the content of the 'Parents' Seminar' on TV; when a child really has his own secrets, that's when he realizes he has grown up. When a child really has his own secrets, that's when he realizes he's grown up. So I tucked the letter back in, confident that he could handle himself."
"March 10, 2006 Recently, I have been feeling more and more that there is a lack of communication between me and Little X. But I don't know what to do about it. His temper is also getting more and more stubborn and he can't listen to a single word of advice, as well as his bleak attitude towards life and all this breaks my heart. I know that too much pressure has taken his breath away, so I don't want to put any more pressure on him, just as I didn't criticize him when he failed in his last exams, because no matter whether he can live up to our expectations or not, he's always the son I've loved and treasured for 16 years ......"
Turning, looking, my eyes blurred up, at this moment, more than a thumping feeling, I have been almost crying into a tearful person, because I know that it is the tears of remorse and shame, but I am more aware that it is also the tears of happiness ......
The full-scoring reveals that the examination room essay has its own peculiarities, and one of them is that it is read by only two readers. It is that it has only two readers, one is the candidate himself, the other is to give their own marks to the marking teacher, your composition if you can impress the marking teacher, that means your success. This full marks essay, is to grasp the mind of the reading teacher, wrote a parent of the child's good intentions, is really touching, more let us commend the candidates to the form of diary to state the matter, clear, clear, give a full marks should be said to be the people's expectations.
Love, but also an experience
When I woke up from the affectionate, swirling romance novels, lifted up the pair of sore eyes, snapped to find my mother pruning jasmine flowers by the window, could not help but ask: "Mom, do you love Dad?"
Mom heard me ask such a question, first a stunned, then red-faced and hung his head and said, "You silly girl, as much as ask some nonsense questions, do not know shame." I was reluctant, then asked: "Mom, then you tell me, what is love?" "Love is like jasmine, with a peculiar fragrance, a profound experience, a feeling engraved in your heart." My mother blurted it out, and again, I didn't understand the depth of it.
One night before Dad came back from a business trip, my mother fell ill and was admitted to the county hospital, and before she left, she instructed me to buy cooked dumplings and let me weave a "beautiful lie". But when Dad came back, he didn't fall into Mom's "trap", and he didn't eat the dumplings I cooked for the first time in my life. After asking for clarification, he rushed to the hospital a hundred miles away to take care of his kind wife.
The next morning, when I pushed open the door of my mother's hospital, a warm picture came to my eyes: Dad had one hand on my mother, and one hand was hanging over the edge of the bed, snoring thunderously. Mom's whole body tightly covered by the quilt, a sweet smile on her face. A ray of brilliant sunlight slanted down from the window, how quiet, how peaceful. I held a bouquet of jasmine flowers, quietly walked in, I did not expect to wake up Dad, Dad tucked the corner of the quilt and then busy pull me to the door, do not want me to disturb Mom. I looked at her bloodshot eyes and haggard face, heartbroken: "Dad, why don't you go to bed, why make yourself so tired?" Dad, however, said, "I sleep heavy, afraid that your mom has something not to call me, I lie down next to her, as long as she moves I will know." There are no emotional words, just a few ordinary words let my nose sour.
While Dad went to buy breakfast that will, I came to the ward again, served a moment jasmine, thought to let Mom open his eyes can see the beloved jasmine, smell jasmine, it is how pleasant ah!
But as soon as I turned around, I realized that my mom was awake, "Mom, so you're pretending to be asleep?" I asked in surprise.
"Ya Feng, come and rub mom's feet." I helped my mom up, I was quite puzzled in my heart, after sleeping all night and not doing any heavy work, how could my legs be sore?
Mom looked like she could read my mind, "I didn't even dare to move last night for fear of waking up your father. I didn't expect my legs to be so useless, all of them are numb, and it's also very uncomfortable."
I heard this, tears with a heart-thumping feeling out of the socket, what a great love, although there is no what the oath of alliance, but has a lot of the same sweet **** bitter experience, think of this, I instantly seem to understand my mother said earlier that "love, just a profound experience", the original is such a let a person! I'm not sure if I've ever had a good time, but I'm sure I've never had a good time.
Then, the sun is shining on the jasmine flowers, vaguely, I can feel the jasmine flowers bloom more brilliantly ......
The full marks reveal this full marks of the examination room closely around the topic, tightly clasping the reality, selecting a life episode, write their own "love", "love", "love", "love", "love", "love", "love", "love", "love", "love", "love", "love" and so on, "love". "The deep experience of affection, written in a sincere and touching way. The idea is skillful, the plot has twists and turns. My mother wanted me to weave a "beautiful lie", and my father recognized my mother's "trap". "Dad was sleeping on the edge of the bed, snoring like thunder", "Mom was afraid of waking up Dad, pretending to be asleep all night". All of this is due to the word "love". It can be said that this is a hymn of love, but also a story that makes people's hearts pound, reading it makes people's hearts pound, make people touched. Not only that, the jasmine in the article is a love-soaked imagery, intriguing
The footprints, the affection ......
Sitting in the examination room, casually glancing out the window, only to see after the rain of the sycamore tree leaves are still hung with droplets of water, glittering, the road to the school gate was moistened by the rain, and then by the pedestrian The road leading to the school gate was moistened by the spring rain, and then the pedestrians stepped on it, leaving a line of clear footprints.
Ah, footprints! The strings of my memory were plucked at once, and in the haze, I seemed to see my father leaving a line of footprints under the streetlight, on the snowy road in the haze.......
That was three years ago, when I first started junior high school. Because my mother died early, our brothers were brought up by my father, the family's hardship is imaginable. However, my father was still "looking forward to his son's success" and strongly supported me to study in the town's middle school.
To study in the town ten miles away from home, you need to eat at school, but my father was always relieved, often worrying about me, prepare some food. Without my mother, my father took over the cooking, and he always made pancakes and brought them to me every Sunday night, because he worked in the fields during the day.
One day, it was snowing, and I looked at the white world, but my heart was restless. It was Sunday, the day when my father brought the food. Every Sunday, I look forward to my father to come, even if he does not say anything, as long as we can sit silently relative to each other for a while, to see the aging father, I will feel warm in my heart. But today, when I think of my father about to trudge through the snow, I again hope he won't come today.
After studying with anxiety, I walked to the dormitory, sandwiched between my classmates. Just about to step into the dormitory, I was stunned, a thin old man, hunched over by the door, carrying a bulging bag. "Dad!" A thumping feeling came over me, and I shrieked and pounced ......
Snow was still falling, and under the eaves of the house, my father's coat was draped in white snow. I tried to hold back my tears and assisted in letting my father into my dormitory.
"You're off study hall?" My father's voice was hoarse and weak, but full of infinite love. "Uh-huh." I responded, a simple sentence that couldn't be simpler once again gave me a thumping sense of love, I felt this affected, I was so happy that I wanted to cry out loud.
I took the pasty made by my father and let him rest on my bed for a while, but he didn't move, stood, and pulled out some pocket money from his pocket to give me, and was in a hurry to leave. My father is only in his forties, but the wrinkles on his forehead, like a five-line score, have recorded all of his hard work, his hair has become white, and each white hair, recorded his hard work and ups and downs.
Father just walked a few steps, and then came back, told me, the top of a cake sandwiched between the dishes he fried that night, is my favorite tomato scrambled eggs, to eat quickly, perhaps still hot miles. Then, only to go without looking back. Back over the father, I still could not stop my tears of excitement ...... I cried, cried very happy.
The snow was still flying under the dim streetlights. I stared blankly at the footprints on the snow that gradually extended into the distance. These footprints, rather than being imprinted on the snow, were branded on my heart. This line of footprints, more and more far away, the end of the footprints, the father's back is getting smaller and smaller ......
Back to God, I couldn't help but write down the scene, - the scene that made my heart pound.
The reason why this essay can win the favor of the readers, I think, first of all, is that the candidate skillfully used the details of the description, the candidate to "footprints" as a clue, selecting the father in the snow for "me" to send food this example The candidate used "footprints" as a clue and chose the example of my father bringing food to me in the snow. Candidates like a painter, a few strokes, outlined the image of a rural father, coupled with a few words of description, the father will be written alive. Secondly, the tone of this masterpiece is deep, sincere, simple and touching, which is inseparable from the truth of the selected examples. In the structure of the candidate to use the memories of the narrative, the structure is novel and surprising.
Not one less
I, like to eat mangoes, dad, like to eat mangoes, mom, also like to eat mangoes. We're a family of three who are obsessed with mangoes.
Grandma came back from abroad and brought three mangoes. Dad put them in the refrigerator.
Barely waiting for the refrigerator door to close, I couldn't resist opening it. In the soft light, the three mangoes were placed on the fruit plate rack, glowing greenish-red and smelling good. It was obviously very tempting, but I closed the door quietly.
Mom saw it, and she took a mango out of the refrigerator and handed it to me, saying, "You eat it." I took the mango from my mom's hand, it was a little cold in my hand, but my heart was hot.
It turned out that my mom had a throat infection in the past few days, and my grandmother called to say that my mom's throat was always sick lately, and that the mango could remove the fire, and that my grandmother had brought it over especially for my mom, and told my mom to eat it.
Grandma said that mango can remove the fire, I think it is better to leave the mango for mom to eat. I opened the refrigerator door and put the mango back.
The next day, I came home to find three mangoes already on the table. Seeing me come out of the small room, my mom said, "Why didn't you eat it? Let's share it today." Mom said in a hoarse throat.
She handed one to me and she took one, leaving one for dad.
I took the mango and went into my room, stroking its smooth skin so comfortably. I lifted it to my nose and sniffed it, it smelled so good. I didn't eat it and casually placed it by my desk.
After finishing my homework in the evening, it was time to go to bed, and stretching my legs, I saw this mango again. The sound of my mom's coughing seemed to be in my ears again, so I thought I'd better leave it for her.
I opened the refrigerator door - the other two mangoes were still glowing softly in the light.
- At that moment, a thumping feeling erupted from deep within me and flowed all around me ...... - that's when I also realized that the mangoes I also realized that none of the mangoes were missing ......
The full marks reveal that the candidates of this examination essay centered on the three mangoes to start the narrative, depicting for us a picture of a joyful family harmony with mutual humility and love for each other, showing the candidates' heartfelt pride and love for their own families, but the expression of this emotion did not pass through the lyrical and argumentative, but used the technique of white description in the words. But this emotion is not expressed through lyrical and argumentative, but the use of descriptive techniques, in the words between the lines to express the strong true feelings. This makes this essay on family love stand out in the many essays on family love. In addition, the candidate also set up a number of hints and padding in this examination essay, so that the essay before and after the echo, all together, from this article can also be seen in the candidate's deep writing skills.
New Year's Eve (for reference)
New Year's Eve is so beautiful and wonderful. This year is no exception, the streets are full of lights and colors, what a New Year's Eve scene. New Year's Eve is like a wind of reunion blowing young and old, men and women together. In short, it is the best night of the year.
On this day, our family ate dinner very early and got up to go to the street to watch the night scenery. Wow! There were so many people on the street! It was a sea of people, so lively! Came to the main street, only to see both sides of the branches of the trees are full of colored lights, colorful lights make my eyes a bright. Tree trunks are also wrapped with colorful crystal strips, as a beautiful snake coiled around the trunk. Looking at the Fu An Department Store, which has only just opened, the front of the store is even more radiant. Colorful lights hanging in a complex line shape, interspersed with large red lanterns, lights bright cage red, the Fu An Department Store dressed as a radiant bride. And it is adjacent to the Yuehua Supermarket also does not show weakness. Supermarkets in front of the lights down vertically, like a curtain of colorful waterfalls tilted down from the sky. Especially under the eaves of the supermarket, the string, line by line, ice candy gourd like red lanterns, especially eye-catching. And look across the road for a long time Lidan department store is also a starry night, the lights in front of the door like colorful waves flickering, and like the sea waves with a wave. New Year's Eve is really brightly lit!
We walked to a small square in front of the soon-to-be-opened movie theater. There was a beautiful musical fountain in the middle of the square. In the center of the fountain was a large marble ball, held up by a giant vase. Suddenly the music started, and a lot of water came out of the vase, and the ball kept rolling up by the buoyancy of the water, like a tireless rock star. At the same time, all the water around it sprang up at once and rushed up into the sky. This countless columns of water converge into a big flower, bloomed in the air, many of the small water droplets scattered from the air, have been sprinkled in the face of the crowd of onlookers, hands ...... crowd erupted in a burst of cheers. Ah! Beautiful fountain, to the New Year's Eve night added a celebration.
Looking back toward the middle of the street, the carousel is called the beauty of the beauty! Carousel in the middle of a particularly large lantern, high enough to have five, six meters. Wide enough to have seven, eight meters. The center of the lantern is empty, and there are lights inside as well as outside. Now it was New Year's Eve, and all the lights were on. Letting out a dazzling light, illuminating the earth as if it were day. Especially outside that a road of colored lights is like a creeper's leaves, a smooth downward, spread so evenly, forming a huge lamp shoulder, batch of support in the center of the street. Outside the shoulder of the lanterns hanging countless small lanterns. On the outside of the lamps, there are countless small lanterns, and on the outside of the lamps, there are various kinds of ancient coins. Around the carousel is also beautiful and colorful. On the left is a pyramid made of yellow lamps, with some red lanterns hanging in front of the tower. On the right is a golden peacock made of various colors of lamps and bands. Peacock feathers on the colorful lights bright and dark, the night is like a big fan of colorful gold shaking, it is really beautiful. The front and back sides are with "happy" string into the arc-shaped curtain. In front of the curtain hangs a long string of red lanterns, as if a dragon descending from the sky, very powerful.
Standing at the end of the street, I looked out, full of colorful lanterns, full of red lanterns, illuminating every corner of the streets and alleys are so bright, so red. This is not a harbinger of our life in the coming year