Revise the essay the language walks past me .

It depends on the method, the method, the method, the method.

Yu Chaiye walked gently past me.

She is like a spring breeze, and her light steps stir my thoughts and quietly walk past me, which is language.

Yu Yu is a famous painter. "The spring tide brings rain and comes in a hurry; Yedu unmanned boat self-traverse. She used that magic pen to sketch a vivid picture, in the stormy weather, not far ahead, there is a small boat lying in the stream, giving people a kind of external interest.

Jasper is made into a tree high, and ten thousand green silk strips hang down. "She used her wonderful hands to weave a picture of spring, and then on the green willow tree, there were willow sticks hanging down on the ground, this scene was so beautiful.

Wen is a photographer who travels the world. "Suddenly, like a night of spring breeze, the ears shouted thousands of trees and pears in front of which flowers bloomed. She used that exquisite camera to capture the simplicity of winter, the whiteness of snow, and the artistic conception of "the light rain in the heavenly street is as moist as crisp, and the grass color is close but there is nothing" with that unique digital camera.

Use the windows of those hearts to pay attention, and look at the kindness and gentleness of those grasses, full of vitality.

Language is an excellent home. "The fragrance of rice flowers says a good year, and listens to the sound of frogs. She used a light and cheerful melody to compose a farmer's harvest song, and played the happy mood of the farmers with the light piano sound.

Sitting alone in the secluded grate, playing the piano and howling. He composed a far-reaching and melodious melody, and used the classical piano sound to play Wang Wei's sad state of mind.

Language is a great poet. "Ask me how much sorrow I can have, just like a river flowing eastward. She wrote Li Yu's "Poppy Beauty" with a state full of sorrow.

Who is the opponent of the heroes of the world? Cao Liu, giving birth to a son should be like Sun Zhongmou. She portrayed Sun Quan's bravery with a sense of ambition.

I don't need too many words to care, just look deeply, brush the last year's young frivolity, leave only the slightest touch, when the language walks past me, I have grown up.

Language is different from other disciplines. She has an aura that fills us all the time. Whether it is the wind and snow, or the changes of the world, it all contains language.

Language enables people's hearts to be precipitated, filtered out of mundane thoughts, and sublimated into a kind of calmness. — Inscription.

I love the rain. In the middle of the night, the rain mixed with the howling of the wind descended on the world and hit the window lattice. At this time, the rain is struck by the heart, like "Bashan night rain rises autumn pool", like "rain hits plantain wet red apricots" ......Listening to the sound of the rain of the goal, it seems to hear the cry of Daiyu's funeral flower inscription, as if hearing the sigh of Lu You Tiema Binghe, and as if hearing Li Shangyin's sigh of missing his friend. In the rain, the Jin Ge Iron Horse was galloping from the long scroll with the earth-shattering battle agitation......The rain is the tears of sorrow shed by people with lofty ideals under Qinhuai Hanbai; The rain is the waterside of the Peach Blossom Pond, and the tears of melancholy that I know have been reluctant; The rain is the tears of homesickness in the vast Gobi, and the soldiers guarding the border are bitter and lonely.

At this time, I was amazed, amazed at the charm of language. Because of language, people's emotions can be sustenance; Because of language, people's thoughts can be carried. The language dances with long sleeves and carries the breeze, walking gently by, leaving a fragrance.

Swallow, what do you say, teach me how not to want her.

I love the wind. Whether it is the warmth of the spring breeze, the frenzy of the summer breeze, or the depression of the autumn breeze, or the slaughter of the winter wind, they can all pull the heartstrings in the depths of people's emotions. In the wind, there is the heroism of "the long wind and waves will be sometimes, and the clouds and sails will be in the sea", there is the fierceness of "the north wind sweeps the white grass and folds, and the snow flies in August", and there is the tragedy of "the wind is sluggish and the water is cold, and the strong man is gone". I think that on the shore of Yishui back then, the wind must have been whistling and circling, tearing at the endless sky flying reeds, floating on the Yishui.

In the wind, the indomitable and unhesitating back back will definitely be reflected on the rolling eastward water, revealing a sense of pathos.

At this time, I can't help but be grateful for the language, which records the history of Miaoyuan and stirs people's profound reverie.

Language, you are so charming, with a unique romance, flying lightly past me, making my heart flutter and fly ...... heaven and earth

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