Bronze Sunflower has good words and sentences

1. People are running out of their homes and are running towards the river. Adults carry small children, older children pull small children, and young people support or carry elderly people, stumbling along the way.

2. They have their own scope of activities, their own words, their own work, and their own set of what they do. Work during the day and meet at night. It's late at night, and the people of Dabari can still see from afar that the lights are still on.

The surroundings are dark, and these lights are dotted, like fishing fires on the river and sea, which is very mysterious.

3. The sunflower passed through the humid air, and after a while, it was damp from head to toe. Her hair was not thick in the first place, but when it was wet, it was thinly stuck to her scalp, and she looked thinner, but her little face, which was a little pale, looked more vibrant than before because of the dampness.

4. The grass is damp, the flowers are damp, the windmill is damp, the house is damp, the cow is damp, and the bird is damp ......Everything in the world is still damp.

5. The moonlight is like water, silent, fluttering, soaring, spotless, boundless, boundless, boundless, boundless, unsightly, and turbulent.

6. The great river at night flows calmly. The moon hung in the sky, and the water was sprinkled with fine pieces of silver. A few fishing boats moored overnight on the water, shaking the fishing fire.

You look at the fishing fire, look at it, the fishing fire no longer shakes, but you feel that the sky and the earth, the reeds and the river are shaking. Summer nights in the barley field are dreamy.

7. The bronze of the cattle herding, sometimes you can hear the sound of reading from the school. At that point, he would hold his breath and listen. The sound of reading came and went, wafting across the fields.

He'll think it's the best sound in the world. He would strategically look in the direction of the school.

9. Everything went well, the boat did not worry him too much, it carried him, his painting clips and other objects, and sailed smoothly on the water. It was his first time sailing and it felt good. The boat glides on the water, with almost no resistance.

Although he can't hold a boat, he can barely use a penny.

10. The big reeds not only attract sunflowers, but also make her feel inexplicable fear. She always followed her father step by step, for fear that she would be eaten by the reeds, especially on windy days, when the reeds around her surged to the edge of the sky, and when they rushed to the dry school from the sky, she would grab her father's hand or the corner of his clothes with her hands, and her two black eyes were full of nervousness.

11. This sunflower field was originally reclaimed from a piece of reed, the land is very fertile, and the sunflowers are all very strong. Dad had never seen such a tall and thick stalk, nor had he ever seen such a large and resilient flower disc. Each of them was the size of a washbasin.

This is a story that is hard but full of warmth. Two lonely children keep each other company and become the most important being in each other's lives. That innocent brother-sister love, that strong love, will arouse the softness and touching in everyone's heart.

In the city where the sunflower is located, the most iconic decoration is the sunflower made of bronze, the work of the sunflower father, and the symbol of the city.

For some reasons, the 57 cadre school that my father was assigned to began labor reform. Among the people who went to the cadre school together, only Sunflower's father died of both parents and his wife, and no one could take care of the children, so Sunflower became the only child in the Wuqi cadre school.

Sunflowers are lonely, the kind of loneliness where one bird has thousands of miles of sky but can't see any other bird. The bird flew under the open sky, and only the lonely sound of its wings as it swept through the air currents was heard.

Bronze is a boy from Damaidi Village across the river from Wuqi Cadre School, who has never spoken since he was five years old because of the shock of a fire that swept through the village. The children in the village had no one to play with him, and they wanted to go to school, but the school would not accept them. He roamed the village every day, alone with his cattle as company.

Bronze is lonely, a bird alone has the solitude of the sky, a fish alone has the solitude of a big river. A horse alone owns the solitude of the steppe.

But at this moment, a girl appeared.

The appearance of Sunflower made Bronze know this: it turned out that he was not the loneliest child in the world.

1. Two lonely souls met, and from then on the lonely man was no longer lonely.

In the story, there is a mischievous duck boy named Gayu. One day, Sunflower finally couldn't help but want to cross the river to Damai Di Village to play with the children there, and she could sit on a small boat docked by the river and find that the boat had no pulp, and she was an 8-year-old girl, and it was a little difficult to cross the river. When I was sitting on the boat in a daze, I found that the boat moved by itself, and when I looked at it again, it turned out to be a boy - Gayu untied the cable tied to the tree, and Sunflower cried helplessly, sitting down the river, trying to land but unable to do anything.

Bronze, who was herding cattle by the river, saw the sunflowers on the boat, looked at the weak little girl, and Bronze rode his ox into the water, pulled up the cable and tied it to the horns of the ox, pulled the boat in front, and went upstream. Sunflower sat on the boat as if she had forgotten her fear, and looked intently at the boy who was sitting straight on the back of the cow.

When she came to the big locust tree with a cable, Sunflower saw her father waiting anxiously on the shore, got off the boat and threw herself into her father's arms and cried. After crying, Dad remembered the bronze and said, "Thank you."

What is your name? The Gayu next to him replied: His name is Bronze, and he is a mute.

Bronze rode away on an ox, and Dad stood by the river and said to Sunflower: He looks like your brother (Sunflower's brother died when he was 5 years old.) ）

Since then, Bronze still grazes cattle by the river on the other side of Damaidi Village every day, and Sunflower still sits on the embankment of the cadre school, but does not yearn to cross the river, but looks at Bronze every day, the two people have no verbal communication, but they accompany each other, and they are no longer lonely.

Fate is so different, and fate is the same.

Soaring, lofty, vast, looking at the dawn, grinding ears and temples, lingering, hesitating, warm, indifferent, smoky.

When the seven-year-old girl Sunflower walked to the river, the rainy season had ended, and the sun, which had not been seen for many days, was like clear flowing water, pouring into the sky. The sky, which had been hanging low and gloomy, suddenly soared upward, high and bright.

Sunflowers are lonely, the kind of loneliness where one bird has a thousand miles of sky and can't see any other bird. The bird flew under the open sky, hearing only the lonely sound of its wings as it swept through the current. The vastness is boundless.

Clouds of various shapes, floating around it. Sometimes, the sky is simply bare, without a trace, like a giant bluestone slab. When it is really lonely, it will occasionally chirp, but this chirping makes the sky more empty, and its heart is more lonely.

The Great River, a great river without its head and tail. I don't know where the flowing water comes from, and I don't know where it goes. Day and night flowed, and the water was blue.

On both sides of the bank are reeds, which escort the flowing water from west to east. The rustle of flowing water and the rustle of reeds seem to be affectionate whispers. Flowing water flowed among the reeds, looking like ears and temples grinding.

But in the end, it flowed away - the front flowed away, and the back flowed again, endlessly. The reeds were shaken by the flowing water, and the trembling leaves seemed to be naughtily tickled by the water. Every day, every month, every year, the water and the reeds never get tired of frolicking with each other.

She saw the tall haystacks, which looked like hills, one in the east and one in the west. She saw the neem tree. The neem tree is blooming with small pale blue flowers.

She couldn't see the flowers clearly, only clumps of pale blue, which shrouded the canopy like clouds. She saw the cooking smoke, the milky white cooking smoke, the cooking smoke of the east and the west, thick or light, drifting into the sky, gradually merging together, fluttering over the reeds.