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There is a bush of bamboo on the other side of the dry river, which is facing my window. The bamboo is a slope, the bottom is the edge of the stream, and the abundant grass surrounds the front and back, which is almost cut down by children. Therefore, the summer is seven rods, this spring has been twelve rods, there are six or seven new bamboo shoots in the first half of the year, and more than 20 rods can be obtained in early autumn.

At the time of the proofreading, there were forty or fifty poles, and this was the unsatisfactory one).

Although there are not many bamboos, the branches and leaves are extremely luxuriant, the elders reach six or seven feet, and the short ones are one or two feet, and the branches are like the tail of a peacock, and they droop according to them. After the rain and dew, the deeper the branches and leaves hang down, the more the palm is sore, and the wind shakes the branches, if you bow down to the rest of the Yingying. Bamboo has many branches and leaves, and it is thick shade underneath.

Whenever the hot day is empty, the earth is like fire, and the chickens at home are all gathered in the bamboo shade and long grass, quietly lying down. There is a rooster in it, with high feet and white feathers and a red crest, and it does not sleep, and it stands on the root of the bamboo, and the weeping leaves cover its top. Even if there is a noon cry in the neighboring village, the male leads his neck and sings in response, if he is not willing to let go.

The neighboring rooster sang again and again, and the male also responded again and again until the neighboring chicken stopped first. From time to time, there are cicadas squeaking, noisy on the bamboo tops. The male tilts his head and squints at the tree.

If you answer, "What is it?" Naruto Ijo also.

With the green of bamboo, the white of chicken. With abundant grass at the bottom and micro insects at the top, it is like a wonderful painting.

The heat wave in Chongqing City is conveying 108 degrees, and looking out of the window, it is forgetting the summer.

1, "Moon".

The moon in the sky was round and round, shining in the sea like a jade plate.

A school of fish swam over, and the jade plate shattered into two or three pieces.

The fish was so frightened that they ran away until they reached the rocks.

Looking back, the moon is still round and round.

2, "Little Fairy Tale".

On the south side of the clouds, in that distant place, a flock of leaves said:

We want to bloom like flowers.

There is a group of flowers that say:

We want to fly like birds.

A flock of peacocks said:

We want to grow like a tree.

3, "Pomegranate".

Pomegranate blossoms.

It was Aunt Xia who tied it.

Bright ribbon.

The pomegranate fruit is ripe.

It's the mother of the autumn shed who is shaking.

Harvest of red bells.

4, "Fourteen Years Old, Slippery Blue Harbor".

Life is a long river, and the age of fourteen is a blue harbor, where there are huge waves set off by impulses, and there are waves of thinking.

There is love, but it is hazy, I don't understand but I understand a little, just like a river under the morning mist, you can see it, but it is difficult to distinguish.

The stomach is full of worries on the face, there are words, and if you don't turn around, you will spin on the tip of your tongue, so innocent that you are like a wave jumping and jumping, and you never know what it means to be sad and uneasy.

To say that the boy is brave is really brave, even if the gun flies without blinking;

To say that the girl is cowardly is really timid, she jumped far away when she saw the bean worm.

I hope there are a few more exclamation marks, so that the adults are impressed, but the question marks in the mind are always not straightened, and the strange questions often make the teacher embarrassed.

You talk about ideals, he talks about ideals, ideals are like tides constantly changing, you want to be a hero, he wants to be a hero, and he often takes risks to be a hero.

Ah, fourteen years old, blue harbor, fourteen years old, the ideal paradise, from which the ship of life starts, and the morning glow weaves a wonderful wreath for them.