Life always faces many choices. We are confused and confused on the road of life, but we still have to face it.
Life, school and work are not so simple things, but everyone has to face them. What we should do is to do all these things well. There are many choices. Finally, everyone should work and live. Until I die, I believe I won't regret my choice today. If I give up something, I will get another thing. As long as we always have a heart that is unwilling to be mediocre, we should be a thoughtful and burdened person. What can't be successful? Not everyone is born a genius or a master. Our destiny is in our own hands. Only by changing your mind can you change your destiny. Today, we may be just an ordinary person. Maybe our future will create infinite brilliance, and everyone has unlimited potential. Many people may deny it. At least believe in yourself, have a dream, do it, and change for your dream. Today, we are lazy, willful and willful. But the future is unknown. What we think impossible is not impossible. People sometimes grow up one second a day and then change. Some things are hard to say and hard to do. Do we just give up, just don't face it, we can't do it, find the direction, find the goal, find the opportunity and find confidence. Mentality, tell yourself that I can and believe that I can! Let's go
I have always insisted that a person should have ambition, and changing his mind will change his destiny. Of course, success is multifaceted, and choice is really important. A good beginning will bring a bright future. If he chooses, he will not regret it! Pessimism should not be what you and I should have. Those inferiority, cowardice and arrogance should be thrown away. Embrace a bright future with a good attitude. There may be a paradise of happiness or a dark hell ahead. Who dares to give an answer of 100%? I believe that we should hold the hand of fate, instead of fate holding our hand, to do, to act and to achieve!
Many people think it's better to be simple, but I'm not that pretentious. If we want to succeed, we should become mature and know more, because simplicity should belong to children. Society is complex, and there is no need for simple brainless people, so I am eager to grow up quickly and adapt to everything, because I want to succeed. I want to be at the forefront. I long for a full life.
The snow is boundless, do you know the dream of a grass? Cold and lonely, she kept warm with a belief. When spring returns to the earth, she will greet spring with two green leaves, which once talked softly under the snow. Migratory birds fly south, a long way? In the distance, in the field of vision, is the blue sea in the south. Although she was very tired, she still flew forward because her dream gave her a pair of wings. Girl who meditates at the window, do you want to be a poem of a cloud? Or draw a butterfly? Do you want to be an eagle higher than the sky, or a magnificent river to express your feelings for the earth? I like dreaming. Dreams let me see the sunshine outside the window; Dreams let me see the rosy clouds on the horizon; Dreams give me a constant call and pace, and dreams lead me to pursue one goal after another. People without tears have dry eyes; People without dreams have a dark night. Where there is a dream, the sun will always rise; Where there are dreams, the moon is always hazy. Dreams are eternal smiles, which make your heart full of passion and your eyes clear and bright forever. The kaleidoscope of the world exudes attractive fragrance, and charming songs come from the future sky. We are ready to go, dress up with dreams and start from practical work. When we arrive at the orchard in autumn, we gently wipe away the tears and dust left on our faces in summer. We can hear what was once said to Spring: Dreams come true! ! ! !
The water flowing from the east is gone forever along the clear stream of memory, barefoot, stepping on clear water, smelling of moss, red bridge heating, fish dancing in my palm, butterflies flapping their wings flying over my eyebrows. The gurgling stream, beating pebbles, softens into sweet piano music in the lonely valley, carrying the songs and sorrows of the years and winding to the unknown end. Fresh moss marks, green and soft, silky texture, just like the tenderness of the bottom of my heart, when the soles of my feet slip, they will stumble into the water. For example, twenty-one years ago, I should have been taken away by the running water, but I was snatched back from the hands of death by your little hand in an instant, while your weak body fell downstream, fell into the valley full of peach blossoms, withered and fell into the sky. How green it used to be to sleep in my valley, then, if you are so ups and downs in the water, can you follow the fragrance of peach blossoms, follow the old traces you have gone away, hold hands with you in the misty peach blossom forest, and sing childhood songs in the falling of purples: egrets fly in front of Cisse Mountain, peach blossoms are flowing, and mandarin fish are fat. An old man in the bank, wearing a green bamboo hat raincoat and a green raincoat, braved the wind and rain and fished leisurely. He was fascinated by the beautiful spring scenery and didn't even go home in the rain. I used to think that the poems I recited in the Tang and Song Dynasties were only for you. Now the poems are full of acacia and the words are thin. Where are all the people who listened to my shallow singing? Whose slingshot resounded through the sky and startled a flock of birds. The figure of teenagers climbing the branches in the flower season has become a dreamy landscape. Your wooden revolvers, together with your laughter, I still keep them at the bottom of the box, dig them out when I lack happiness, and give me the courage to continue when I am desperate. When the first peach blossom is in full bloom, your smile always crosses the imprint of memory. In the fragrance, it strikes the breath of your youth, allowing me to breathe the freshness of life in the suffocating city and capture the innocence of fairy tales in the turbid undercurrent. You are my fairy tale, and the most desperate eyes slip through your tears dripping in the deepest part of my heart. There is a continuation of your life in my life, so how can I selfishly close the door of life? Even if I walk in the desert, there will still be your sweet spring passing by my feet. Continuous drizzle, dreamlike flying flowers, raindrops and falling flowers have caused ripples on the water surface. Young people in spring shirts are standing in the wind on the shore, smiling like flowers. Open arms can't hug you on the same shore, but peach blossoms dye my dress, making me pale and old, gentle and fragrant. Flowers will eventually fall out of the water, and you will eventually fall from my life like a meteor and disappear into the burning peach valley. The peach blossoms in the valley have been blooming for twenty seasons, but the peach blossoms in the dream have never withered. In the four seasons, my thoughts bloom beautifully like rain, and in the joys and sorrows of the month, in the daily ups and downs, the fragrance is indifferent. A person's life is not like a peach blossom, it will wither this season and bloom again in the next. Your quiet and beautiful posture rotates like a peach blossom in the wind, leaving an eternal poem in my heart. Yin and Yang are separated, thoughts are like a tide, years are like a stream, but memories are like a river. That touch of purples, that touch of new green, always comes with spring in the euphemistic cry of birds in spring. The winter outside the window, the spring mark in the window, the peach blossom in the heart has withered and bloomed, and the spring red always jumps in the memory, guarding our peach forest and lasting forever in the life where the clear spring slips. I can't wait for another peach blossom season The twenty-first paragraph I wrote for you has been copied on the plain paper in the dream that Qingxi ran through. 14-year-old boy carved an immortal landscape in my life, while 10-year-old girl has already passed her prime of life. In the thirty-first year of her life, she trudged forward and time took away many stories. The only thing I can't take away is the peach blossom smile in your hand in the fragrance of falling flowers. In the dust of clothes, how can the red ones wither, how can the green ones be banned, and the peach blossoms miss the dawn. Words full of things are tender in scattered petals, dancing in bright colors and floating in faint fragrance. If life can be smeared like words, then I am willing to write about you again and again until you run with my hand in the valley with peach blossoms like clouds, even if the water runs out and the river dries up, even if the flowers and grass wither.
autumn rain
Rain, like silver-gray sticky spider silk, weaves a soft net and nets the whole autumn world. The sky is dark, too, like the roof of an old house covered with cobwebs. The pile of gray clouds in the sky is like white powder peeling off the roof. Under the cover of this old roof, everything looks extremely dull. Old durian, mulberry and grapevine are in the garden. They all represent the prosperity of the past summer, and now they have become the remains of ancient Roman architecture, shivering in the rustling rain and recalling the glorious past. The color of grass has turned into melancholy yellow, and fresh flowers can no longer be found underground; The delicate daffodils planted outside the dormitory wall hung their heads with tears in their eyes, lamenting their bad luck there. It was only two sunny days and such a moldy rainy day. Only the sweet-scented osmanthus in the corner, the branches have been decorated with several precious buds as gold, carefully hidden under the green oval leaves, revealing a little hope of new life germination.
It's raining quietly, only the thin sound of rain. The orange-red house, like an old monk in a bright cassock, was baptized by the rain with his head down and his eyes closed. The wet red brick exudes exciting pig blood, which is in sharp contrast with the green laurel leaves under the wall. Gray toad, jumping in the wet and moldy mud; Under the gloomy net of autumn rain, it is the only thing full of joy and life. The mottled gray-yellow pattern on its back corresponds to the dreary sky in the distance, resulting in a harmonious tone. It jumped up, jumped from the grass nest into the mud, and measured the dark green spray.
Rain, like silver-gray sticky spider silk, weaves a soft web and nets the whole autumn world. rain
Rain is weak and the lightest thing in the world. It can't knock down heavy reinforced concrete buildings. And the tile house, with raindrops on it, jingled and immediately made a pleasant sound. People who live in huts are also blessed to be close to nature in the rain. When the rain is sudden, the sound is generous and violent, just like hundreds of horses singing together, Malik gallops. As the rain slows down, the sound becomes weaker and seeps into your heart gently, like the breeze in your ear in warm spring. These tiles seem to be specially laid for rain. They play dutifully, and the hearts of those who listen to the rain will overflow with endless affection.
People like to sit quietly and listen to the rain when their hearts are full of nostalgia and regret. The old people have the ambition of "lying in the middle of the night listening to the wind and rain and dreaming of the iron horse glacier"; Dying beauty has the bitterness of "raindrops brighten yellow leaves and lights illuminate my bald head"; Acacia lovers have the vision of "the phoenix tree is raining, and it will drop at dusk"; Affectionate poets have the daydream that "the small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers."
Rain has become an emissary for people to decorate their feelings and place their wishes.
In my spare time, I was lucky enough to go back to the place where I used to listen to the rain. It happened to be raining lightly that day, and I heard the familiar and unfamiliar sound of rain. In the mist, there is a strange mood in the rain, and we haven't communicated for a long time. It keeps me away and shows me that it is strange to me, but I can feel the breath of its existence from the deepest part of my consciousness. There is a sense of carefree waking from a dream and a sense of vicissitudes after confusion.
Oh, what I met in the rain was the self separated from time and space, and it was telling me everything before. I hesitated. I asked myself: Who am I? Still the old me?
There is a saying: "Young people listen to singing on the rainy floor, and the red candle is faint." In the prime of life, the boat is listening to the rain, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind. "Different life situations make people feel different when listening to the rain. However, listening to the rain is all about listening to the dialogue of the soul, listening to the flow of true feelings and listening to the flow of years. In addition to the echo of the years, the sound of rain also brings regrets of the past and melancholy that I want to talk about again. It seems that only in the light rain of this tile house can the soul breathe and life continue.
The rain is still ringing, just like my real heartbeat. ...
A rain
It's raining. I put my hand out of the window and touched the heartbeat of the rain. A refreshing coolness suddenly purified all the thoughts in my mind.
Rain man slipped down from the invisible slide in the sky and fell to the ground, immediately splashing crystal water. How happy they are!
I watched all this happily, as if I had joined their team. We danced together and blossomed on the ground together.
There was a faint fragrance in the distance, which made me go back to the beginning, deeply rooted in my heart and hard to erase.
The rain stopped suddenly, and I was shocked-the rain man disappeared, the splash disappeared, the laughter disappeared, and nothing disappeared. I'm back in the real world. I'm still me, a child with bones and flesh, not the crystal rain man just now. Everything just now, as if it were a wonderful dream, is still unfinished. Oh, it's going to rain again, and the rain man is going to fall from the sky again!
autumn
When I was a child, I had a vague concept of the four seasons. I only know that spring is warm, summer is hot, autumn is cool and winter is cold. With the passage of time, people grow up gradually, and slowly I fall in love with the birds and flowers in spring; Fell in love with the fun in the swimming pool and the stimulation of ice cream in summer; I fell in love with making snowmen, having snowball fights and watching snow scenes in winter ... only autumn makes me feel bored. Especially in autumn in my hometown, I only see the leaves wither all day. Boredom is nothing more than a few troubles.
The Chinese teacher said that autumn is a beautiful season of the year. I didn't fully believe it at that time, but I always had some doubts. But from then on, I began to observe and feel autumn.
Autumn rain often falls, thin and dense. The wind is mixed with rain, and the rain falls with the wind. The rain gently washes everything on the earth, the ground is polished, and the leaves are constantly oozing raindrops full of particles. At dusk, the wind and rain slowed down. The sun climbed out of the clouds again and gave her afterglow to the earth. Yellow leaves reveal a faint reddish color in the soft sunshine, just like a shy girl's beautiful cheeks.
Where the autumn wind blows, the leaves will make a rustling sound, which is very nice. When the wind is strong, yellow leaves will break free from the shackles of trees and dance with the wind, just like a beautiful yellow butterfly, singing and dancing with the accompaniment of the wind. At this time, just three or two people walked through the falling yellow leaves. Isn't this a beautiful picture? But it is so fleeting, like a flash in the pan. It disappeared before I could appreciate it carefully.
I regret this short-lived beauty, and I regret the fortitude of autumn leaves. It tried so hard to get rid of the shackles of the big tree, but didn't know that the leaves would eventually return to the roots? For such a short freedom, is it worth burying yourself in deep roots forever? But I think, maybe this is the spirit of autumn leaves. Their real purpose of getting rid of the shackles of big trees may not be freedom at that moment, but injecting themselves into the roots for the last time, so that the big trees can have sufficient nutrients in the cold winter. New and stronger leaves will grow on the branches next spring.
Aren't those new leaves exactly what they were? Thinking of this, I am proud of autumn leaves. I didn't expect them to have the idea of "sustainable development". It's incredible. Perhaps it is given by mysterious nature.
Spring breeze makes people sleepy; The summer wind makes people feel sultry and uncomfortable; The wind in winter makes people feel cold and biting. Only the autumn wind makes people feel refreshed, neither sultry nor cold, but also makes people awake a lot. I simply doubt that the autumn wind has a refreshing effect, and coupled with the coolness of the autumn rain, this wonderful drug primer, a rare "natural herb", has probably been formed.
Autumn wind and autumn rain may be the most perfect couple in the world. Autumn wind blows autumn rain, accompanied by autumn wind. They can make everything in the world reflect crystal luster and autumn elegance. Maybe they can trim out a beautiful autumn picture. Looking at their figures, I can't help feeling that autumn wind blows and autumn rain flies; Autumn wind sends cool, autumn rain sends cool.
Autumn wind, autumn rain and autumn leaves. They can't show beauty anywhere by themselves. They express a kind of overall beauty and a kind of harmonious beauty. Without wind, rain can't fly and leaves can't dance; Without rain, the wind will not be wet and the leaves will not be ashamed; Without leaves, the wind looks monotonous and the rain looks boring. Only by combining them skillfully can we form a beautiful painting and a beautiful poem-autumn.
Nature endows flowers and birds in spring, prosperity in summer and beautiful snow scene in winter. Of course, we will not forget to give autumn. So, she gave autumn mystery and beauty. It seems that nature does not favor anyone.
I also learned a truth from it: people have similar talents. If you want to surpass others and achieve extraordinary achievements, I'm afraid you have to go through extraordinary hardships.
Autumn, let me appreciate its beauty, but also let me understand some truth.
Autumn is really a fruitful life, just like a road. There are flowers on both sides, and of course there will be thorns; When the road is smooth, there will of course be twists and turns; There are flower-like temptations, stones in the way, and more likely there will be traps. In any case, the road still has to go, so go on without hesitation, put aside the temptation of flowers, cross the stones in the way and bypass the trap.
Life is like climbing a mountain. Those who are afraid of cliffs are only satisfied with the scenery at the foot of the mountain; Those who are afraid of hard work and courage can only slip at the foot of the mountain; Those who have tasted it can only describe the scenery on the mountainside to their companions at the foot of the mountain. Only those who persist to the end will see flowers blooming all the way, feel the happiness of walking on the top of the mountain and wanting to live forever, cherish the opportunity of "trying to compete with the weather" and know the feeling of "when the bright moon will die" without regret.
Life is like a voyage. To see the infinitely beautiful scenery, we must sail from the narrow harbor to the magnificent sea; If you want to make a difference in life, you must sail from a safe harbor to a stormy sea. Only in the magnificent sea can we see the bloody sunrise and feel the tragic sunset; Only on the magnificent sea, can you see the majestic posture of seagulls and enjoy swimming with fish; Only on the magnificent sea can we fight against the stormy waves and truly appreciate Hemingway's The Old Man and the Sea. Do you want to choose a quiet harbor and stay there forever?
If we are afraid of flooding, we will never know the joy of swimming underwater; If we are afraid of the pain of falling from the sky, we will never know the sublimity of "overlooking the universe"; If we are afraid of the danger of climbing mountains, we will never know that other mountains of heroes are dwarfed under the sky. ..
Our safest time is when we are at our mother's house, so we will cry when we leave the safest harbor of our mother's house. Our crying does not mean that we are timid, but that we are brave enough to face the temporary calm before. Baby, we can face everything so bravely. Do we have to hide back to our mother when we grow up? I fell down, wiped my tears and walked on.
Life comes once in a blue moon. Take a little Li Bai's "laugh at the sky", a little Su Shi's "surf the shore", a little Mao Zedong's "dare to be the first" and a little Xin Qiji's "swallow Wan Li like a tiger".
Keep a quiet heart.
Life is an endless sea, and man is a boat on the sea. The sea is never calm, so people always have happiness and sadness. When nameless troubles hit, frustration and hesitation burned every nerve. But, my friend, don't forget to keep a quiet heart, and there will be no more pain.
In front of everyone, there is a road to a distant place, rugged but full of hope. Not everyone can go very far, because there are always people who give up halfway because they don't empty the sand in their shoes. Therefore, what dominates people's feelings is not happiness and pain itself, but mood.
When the troubles of life strike, please leave your baggage behind, look up at the bright blue sky and let the gentle blue shine into your heart. Just like when I was tired of playing as a child, I found a green and soft grass to lie down, let the sun fall on my face, and let the breeze blow my heart without wrinkles.
When surrounded by layers of setbacks, please open the window, let the refreshing fresh air in, and find a little peace in the fragrant and sweet earthy breath, just like when you were a child, you picked up dandelion whiskers, puffed up your cheeks, blew open umbrellas after umbrellas, closed your eyes in surprise and made a wish. In this way, there is more comfort and joy in my heart.
When the helpless melancholy comes, please open your eyes, watch the sunset and listen to the insects singing and birds singing. Just like when I was a child, I listened to the crickets in the yard and looked up and counted the twinkling stars in the sky. In this way, all the annoying noises gradually fade away, and what you have is a quiet heart.
Keep a quiet heart, and you will sincerely sigh: even if I am not happy enough, don't frown. Life is too short, why should I study hard?
Keep a quiet heart, and you will understand that broadness can dilute sadness and tranquility can dispel confusion. Yes, no one knows how far it is, but open the window of the soul and let the happy sunshine and moonlight flood in, and a quiet heart will have an eternal happy song.
Keep a quiet heart, and you can constantly surpass and challenge yourself. Even if the distance is an eternal place, something will be born-a miracle.
rain
Rain is weak and the lightest thing in the world. It can't knock down heavy reinforced concrete buildings. And the tile house, with raindrops on it, jingled and immediately made a pleasant sound. People who live in huts are also blessed to be close to nature in the rain. When the rain is sudden, the sound is generous and violent, just like hundreds of horses singing together, Malik gallops. As the rain slows down, the sound becomes weaker and seeps into your heart gently, like the breeze in your ear in warm spring. These tiles seem to be specially laid for rain. They play dutifully, and the hearts of those who listen to the rain will overflow with endless affection.
People like to sit quietly and listen to the rain when their hearts are full of nostalgia and regret. The old people have the ambition of "lying in the middle of the night listening to the wind and rain and dreaming of the iron horse glacier"; Dying beauty has the bitterness of "raindrops brighten yellow leaves and lights illuminate my bald head"; Acacia lovers have the vision of "the phoenix tree is raining, and it will drop at dusk"; Affectionate poets have the daydream that "the small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers."
Rain has become an emissary for people to decorate their feelings and place their wishes.
In my spare time, I was lucky enough to go back to the place where I used to listen to the rain. It happened to be raining lightly that day, and I heard the familiar and unfamiliar sound of rain. In the mist, there is a strange mood in the rain, and we haven't communicated for a long time. It keeps me away and shows me that it is strange to me, but I can feel the breath of its existence from the deepest part of my consciousness. There is a sense of carefree waking from a dream and a sense of vicissitudes after confusion.
Oh, what I met in the rain was the self separated from time and space, and it was telling me everything before. I hesitated. I asked myself: Who am I? Still the old me?
There is a saying: "Young people listen to singing on the rainy floor, and the red candle is faint." In the prime of life, the boat is listening to the rain, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind. "Different life situations make people feel different when listening to the rain. However, listening to the rain is all about listening to the dialogue of the soul, listening to the flow of true feelings and listening to the flow of years. In addition to the echo of the years, the sound of rain also brings regrets of the past and melancholy that I want to talk about again. It seems that only in the light rain of this tile house can the soul breathe and life continue.
The rain is still ringing, just like my real heartbeat. ...
A rain
It's raining. I put my hand out of the window and touched the heartbeat of the rain. A refreshing coolness suddenly purified all the thoughts in my mind.
Rain man slipped down from the invisible slide in the sky and fell to the ground, immediately splashing crystal water. How happy they are!
I watched all this happily, as if I had joined their team. We danced together and blossomed on the ground together.
There was a faint fragrance in the distance, which made me go back to the beginning, deeply rooted in my heart and hard to erase.
The rain stopped suddenly, and I was shocked-the rain man disappeared, the splash disappeared, the laughter disappeared, and nothing disappeared. I'm back in the real world. I'm still me, a child with bones and flesh, not the crystal rain man just now. Everything just now, as if it were a wonderful dream, is still unfinished. Oh, it's going to rain again, and the rain man is going to fall from the sky again!
autumn
When I was a child, I had a vague concept of the four seasons. I only know that spring is warm, summer is hot, autumn is cool and winter is cold. With the passage of time, people grow up gradually, and slowly I fall in love with the birds and flowers in spring; Fell in love with the fun in the swimming pool and the stimulation of ice cream in summer; I fell in love with making snowmen, having snowball fights and watching snow scenes in winter ... only autumn makes me feel bored. Especially in autumn in my hometown, I only see the leaves wither all day. Boredom is nothing more than a few troubles.
The Chinese teacher said that autumn is a beautiful season of the year. I didn't fully believe it at that time, but I always had some doubts. But from then on, I began to observe and feel autumn.
Autumn rain often falls, thin and dense. The wind is mixed with rain, and the rain falls with the wind. The rain gently washes everything on the earth, the ground is polished, and the leaves are constantly oozing raindrops full of particles. At dusk, the wind and rain slowed down. The sun climbed out of the clouds again and gave her afterglow to the earth. Yellow leaves reveal a faint reddish color in the soft sunshine, just like a shy girl's beautiful cheeks.
Where the autumn wind blows, the leaves will make a rustling sound, which is very nice. When the wind is strong, yellow leaves will break free from the shackles of trees and dance with the wind, just like a beautiful yellow butterfly, singing and dancing with the accompaniment of the wind. At this time, just three or two people walked through the falling yellow leaves. Isn't this a beautiful picture? But it is so fleeting, like a flash in the pan. It disappeared before I could appreciate it carefully.
I regret this short-lived beauty, and I regret the fortitude of autumn leaves. It tried so hard to get rid of the shackles of the big tree, but didn't know that the leaves would eventually return to the roots? For such a short freedom, is it worth burying yourself in deep roots forever? But I think, maybe this is the spirit of autumn leaves. Their real purpose of getting rid of the shackles of big trees may not be freedom at that moment, but injecting themselves into the roots for the last time, so that the big trees can have sufficient nutrients in the cold winter. New and stronger leaves will grow on the branches next spring.
Aren't those new leaves exactly what they were? Thinking of this, I am proud of autumn leaves. I didn't expect them to have the idea of "sustainable development". It's incredible. Perhaps it is given by mysterious nature.
Spring breeze makes people sleepy; The summer wind makes people feel sultry and uncomfortable; The wind in winter makes people feel cold and biting. Only the autumn wind makes people feel refreshed, neither sultry nor cold, but also makes people awake a lot. I simply doubt that the autumn wind has a refreshing effect, and coupled with the coolness of the autumn rain, this wonderful drug primer, a rare "natural herb", has probably been formed.
Autumn wind and autumn rain may be the most perfect couple in the world. Autumn wind blows autumn rain, accompanied by autumn wind. They can make everything in the world reflect crystal luster and autumn elegance. Maybe they can trim out a beautiful autumn picture. Looking at their figures, I can't help feeling that autumn wind blows and autumn rain flies; Autumn wind sends cool, autumn rain sends cool.
Autumn wind, autumn rain and autumn leaves. They can't show beauty anywhere by themselves. They express a kind of overall beauty and a kind of harmonious beauty. Without wind, rain can't fly and leaves can't dance; Without rain, the wind will not be wet and the leaves will not be ashamed; Without leaves, the wind looks monotonous and the rain looks boring. Only by combining them skillfully can we form a beautiful painting and a beautiful poem-autumn.
Nature endows flowers and birds in spring, prosperity in summer and beautiful snow scene in winter. Of course, we will not forget to give autumn. So, she gave autumn mystery and beauty. It seems that nature does not favor anyone.
I also learned a truth from it: people have similar talents. If you want to surpass others and achieve extraordinary achievements, I'm afraid you have to go through extraordinary hardships.
Autumn, let me appreciate its beauty, but also let me understand some truth.
Autumn is really fruitful.