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Half a river - South Moon.

In front of the house, there is a north-south path, and on one side there are all kinds of tall and lush fruit trees and brilliant flowers. The afternoon sun shines in, carrying dust and smoke, reflecting soft lines. On the other side is a creek.

There are large and small stones in the stream. The water of the stream is clear and cold. Families live near the water, washing rice, washing vegetables, washing clothes, and irrigating.

There are also shirtless children fishing under the water. The creek has a long and narrow dirt slope. Overgrown with bamboo, it is brilliant.

Pearlescent shadows. The air is filled with the faint scent of plants. With a trickle of water and smoke, the simple life unique to the southern mountain village is laid out one by one like an ink painting scroll.

The creek gave us all the familiar figures, but it didn't leave its name.

Not far from the creek, there are vegetable fields, markets, and a small open space dedicated to dramas, making ** a concentration of people and noisy. After people are busy, they take a cool ride, watch a play, and after the show, they either go home, or chat in twos and threes. When you talk and laugh, you feel happy.

Southerners are more austere, but there is also a simple secular life in which the joy ends. They have a good heart and are at peace with what happens. Some say it's poignant.

Next to it is a road, and there are rows of tall sycamores planted on the side of the road, with thick trunks and lush leaves, one after another, like a natural canopy. The floor is muddy, there are no sidewalks, and most of the time there are no cars passing by. From time to time, sparrows rise and fall.

Occasionally, there will be one or two old people enjoying the shade under the tree, a bamboo chair, a pu fan, squinting, and the fan swaying gently is very peaceful.

Children's childhood must be related to the stream, catching fish in the stream, bathing, playing by the stream, or using stones to drop plums during the ripening season, listening to the sound of puff and puff, and then scrambling to pick them up. In the reflection of the stream, their smiles are like flowers.

In the summer, people will carry their bamboo chairs and benches to the big trees by the stream. The old man usually plays chess, or cheers for the family. Parents set up a table and start playing.

After a tiring day, it is leisurely and relaxed. Only children, hee-hee-ha, you chase me, it's not lively. In the middle of the night, there are still people lying on bamboo chairs to rest, with a light mist, cool dewdrops, and sometimes a cool breeze blowing from the stream, bringing a burst of comfort.

The streams in the night are cheerful and unrestrained, and in the darkness they rush to the distant .....

It's better to find it yourself, it's too demanding!

There are detailed examples of writing good and happy sentences:

1. It's getting dark again, and this busy city will fall asleep again, let this tired body temporarily leave the day's hard work, let it fall asleep, and accompany the people in the city to sleep. The crescent moon in the sky is watching the city and its people affectionately, watching the lights of every house gradually go out, and it quietly plays the bright moon song at the bedside.

2. When the glitz gives us too much deception, the falsehood in reality almost makes us forget the real existence, it is the true love that evokes the confused heart, and it is the true love that brings us the purest and truest feeling.

3. Today's sunshine is very good, sitting in front of the window, looking at the window so sunny day feels particularly comfortable, the world after the rain always gives people a kind of brightness, as if the sun shines on the heart of the field, so that the flowers that were trampled by the wind and rain a few days ago can regain the care of love and regain the vitality of life.

4. It is inevitable to be injured in life, and it is not terrible to fail and fall, but it is terrible to lose the pursuit of life and lofty ideals. No one's path forward is smooth and steady, even the boats that sail through the river are inevitably bumpy, and the ups and downs encountered in life are not occasional difficulties, but inevitable trials.

5. The bright golden yellow, the small shadows between the trees are like a little broken golden light on the leaves, and the direct reflection of the debris left on the sea surface that rolls with the waves layer by layer, creating a beautiful scenery for this nature, a sense of intoxicating warmth, and a bright and tender feeling mixed with the thick warmth, so that the soul of the sun has been nourished again after the rain and the sunny day.

6, the most worthy of cherishing is today, because the easiest to pass is today, grasp today is to grasp the hope, minutes and seconds are just moments, and the minutes and seconds of the load is called a day, the passage of time is often inadvertently, life several times, youth is more precious, for our age of teenagers, youth has been less than 20 years, in the study of life we must rely on our own strength, driving their own boat to the other side of hope.

Mom, I want to say to you.

Mom, I've always been afraid of you because of your strictness. I've always wanted to say to you: please let me get a little more sleep on Sunday.

You know, I'm a fifth-grade elementary school student. As a fifth-grade elementary school student, I had a lot of tasks. In school, I had to do a lot of homework every day, and I had to write and write all the time, and my writing hands were sore and soft, and I used up half of my pencil lead.

When I got home, I couldn't stop for a moment, first doing the few homework assigned by the teacher at school, then doing the homework assigned by the school like a hill, writing homework silently, and finally listening to the recording. Go to bed at 9 o'clock every night and be dragged up by you before 7 o'clock every morning. It wasn't until Saturday that I could do a "catch-up sleep" — an extra two hours of sleep to relax my brain and relax tight nerves.

But every Sunday you have to take away my "catch-up sleep" again and again.

It's Sunday again. At seven o'clock, I was still indulging in my sweet dreams, but you shouted mercilessly: "Solemnly, you get up for me!"

I covered my ears, turned around, and continued my "daydream". You walk briskly to the bed, lift the big blanket, and call me out to get up in a voice like a lion's roar at a very high decibel level. You know, I was extremely reluctant to get out of bed.

Why?! Do I have to get out of bed just because you're going to English class?! I've done all my homework, can't you really let me sleep a little longer?

Don't you really feel my tiredness? You really ......

When I wanted to say a word of truth to you, you stopped me with a cold look and began to command me again. Let me brush my teeth, wash my face, and go to breakfast. My originally beautiful Saturday and Sunday mornings were ruined by you.

So, please let me sleep a little more on Sunday, please don't wake me up.

The beginning of Journey to the West (selected from the first chapter).

Chaos is not divided into heaven and earth, and no one can see it. Since Pangu broke Hongmeng, it has opened up from Ziqing to distinguish turbidity.

Covering the masses of beings to look up to benevolence, inventing all things to be good. If you want to know the Yuan Gong of the Creation Society, you must see the Legend of Journey to the West.

Water Curtain Cave (from the first round).

The emerald moss is blue, the white clouds are floating jade, and the light shakes the pieces of smoke. The quiet room with a virtual window, and the sliding bench board is full of flowers. The milk cave dragon ball is hanging, lingering all over the place.

There are fire traces on the cliff of the pot stove, and the bottle is based on the case to see the slag. The stone bed is so cute, and the stone bowl is even more boastful. I saw the one pole and two poles to repair the bamboo, and the plum blossom at three and five o'clock.

A few trees and green pines often bring rain, like a personal home.

Huaguo Mountain (from the first round).

The town is full of oceans, and Weining Yaohai. The town is full of oceans, and the tide swells into the hole; Weining Yao Sea, the waves turn over the snow and the waves are miraged. The corners of water and fire are high and the East China Sea is towering.

Danya strange stones, cutting walls and peaks. On the Dan cliff, the colorful phoenix sings; Before cutting the wall, the unicorn lies alone. Listen to the rooster crowing at the peak, and watch the dragon enter and exit every time the grottoes are watched.

There are longevity deer fairy foxes in the forest, and there are spirit birds and cranes in the trees. Yao grass and strange flowers are not grateful, green pines and cypresses are elusive. Immortal peaches often bear fruit, and the bamboo is left in the clouds.

A ravine vine is dense, and the grass of the original embankment on all sides is new. It is the Baichuan Optimus Prime, the root of the earth that cannot be moved by all catastrophes.

Tongtian River (from the 47th chapter).

The ocean is soaked in the moon, and the vast shadow floats in the sky.

The spirit sect swallows Huayue and flows through hundreds of rivers for a long time.

Thousands of waves are rolling, and thousands of waves are turbulent.

There is no fishing fire at the shore mouth, and there are herons sleeping on the sand.

Dazed like the sea, a view is even more boundless.

The Ancient Meaning of the Evening Breeze (from the 64th chapter).

The ancient temple in front of the rock has a cold flow, and the smoke locks the waste hill. The white cranes are deep in the years, and the green turnips are under the platform since spring and autumn.

The bamboo shook the green pendant suspiciously, and the bird seemed to complain. Chickens and dogs are not passable, and there are few people, and idle flowers and wild vines surround the wall.

Five Guest Poems (from the sixty-fourth chapter).

The Zen heart is like the moon and dustless, and the poetry is like the azure renewal.

Good sentences are comic and splendid, and good texts are not rare.

Six dynasties and one wash are prosperous, and the four beginnings are re-deleted Yasong points.

The half-pillow pine wind tea is not ripe, and the yin is full of spring.

Ancient Style: Nostalgia for a Moonlit Night (from the 36th episode).

When the treasure mirror hangs in the sky, the mountains and rivers are very complete. Qionglou Yuyu is full of clear light, and the ice and silver plate are refreshing.

Thousands of miles at this time with the brightest, the year tonight is the brightest. It is like a frost cake from the sea, but it is like an ice wheel hanging in the blue sky.

The cold window of the annex is lonely, and the old man sleeps in the mountain village and wild shop. At first glance, the Han Garden was shocked by the autumn sideburns, and only then did he go to the Qin Tower to promote the evening.

Yu Liang has poems to pass on the history of the Jin Dynasty, and Yuan Hong does not sleep on the river boat. The face of the light floating cup is cold and weak, and there are immortals in the Qingying Court.

Everywhere the windows are chanting white snow, and the courtyards of every house are making ice strings. Play quietly tonight to the mountain temple, when will you return to the hometown garden on the same day?