I am anxious for about 500 words in American writing!!

2And now, when the sun was rising, and the fog was gradually lifting, and the field was so green that it looked soft, and I felt that even if I were to fall from this hill by accident, I would not scratch a piece of skin, but at most I would be bounced twice and stained with a sock that could not be washed off. There is also the small river around the foot of the mountain, which is also green, which is another kind of green, bright and shining, as if mixed with oil, as for the mountain, it is still green, but it is a bunch of rich and lush green, which makes people feel that no matter from the **, they can't pull out a crack, which makes people feel that even if they cut it down two layers, its green will still not be reduced. In addition, my screen window is also green, very light green, and when the sun shines, it really flutters like the gauze skirt of an ancient beauty.

You think, when I write to you on such a green morning, how can my heart not be filled with vibrant green?

Zhang Xiaofeng, "Green Books".

Appreciation: The author fully mobilizes the sense of vision and touch to write about the green of spring. Metaphors are used in many places, and the images are vivid.

I like this passage, because it's very warm to read. This kind of warmth is expressed from **, I think, it is from those warm words that flow, "bright and shiny", "rich and lush", "vibrant", because it is written for children, so it is more poetic and beautiful. The green color of the author's pen seems to be alive and flowing, as if it appears in front of his eyes in the letter.

I also like green, and I like the author's green. Their vitality makes people feel happy and hopeful.

Looking back in July, it is related to Huanyi (1).

Standing on the high embankment, I saw a majestic sunset picture: the green hills in the distance gradually became vast, the river in front of me slowly went east, and there was a boating fisherman with a quiet smile on his face, casting the fishing net in his hand with an extremely elegant posture, and then sitting on the bow of the boat, holding a cigarette pole and staring at the river, began to wait.

It's a time of silence.

It wasn't until a sound of beating clothes penetrated the silence in front of me, and came with the summer evening breeze, that I retracted my eyes, and in the oblique light of the sunset, I saw the figure on the cloth pounding stone not far away was stretched very long, and at that moment I understood that the look back of July was related to Huanyi.

I couldn't help but step down the embankment. The sunset is just right, the water flow is very soothing, and only a soft wandering will dye the entire riverside red. I always thought that there was only a shadow of walking and leisure here, and I never thought that this place was so full of life.

The woman washed her clothes, and occasionally got tired, so she sat on the clean boulder, looking at the figure of the man waving in the river, and smiled contentedly.

Not only this woman, but also a large group of laundry women, not so much they came here to wash their clothes, but they came with their own companions, washing their clothes and playing at the same time. The river overflowed their knees, and their whole bodies were almost soaked, but they didn't know it, they were familiar with the trivial things of life, and they were unfamiliar with the quiet smile, and their hands never stopped.

Do I leave this fun to the washing machine or the laundry? How much of the hustle and bustle of the modern city has passed, and how much has always been around the vivid fun? When I sit at the mouth of the embankment at dusk like this, looking at the picture of life in front of me, some clothes, can I also wash them well in this way?

Water has lost weight, right? Thin enough to reveal these craggy but flat boulders, with laughter on the stones and the sun on the stones.

Some memories came against the current, and it had to do with Huanyi.