Saturdays and Sundays are actually 1000 words for tobacco planting

Cigarette, I took two puffs, and then closed my lips tightly, for fear that a little smoke would come out of my mouth. After a while, with the two puffs of green smoke that came out of his nostrils, his tightly knit brow finally relaxed, and every time I saw this sad scene, I knew that his addiction to smoking had relapsed. I once had a "Chengmen Lixue" experience.

When I first entered junior high school, a group of friends who were newborn calves were not afraid of tigers, and openly defied the law, and finally attracted all-round "special care" from the head teacher.

One day, I was reading a newly purchased comic book with my two friends in the classroom, and when I was looking at the fascination, I suddenly smelled a smell behind me, and one of my classmates also smelled it, saying, "It seems to smell smoke......"We suddenly realized something, and we all turned our heads violently, and my little buddy and I were stunned! I saw him, as the head teacher and Chinese teacher, standing behind me quietly.

The comic books were confiscated on the spot, and the teacher ordered us not to bring books that were not related to our studies into the classroom in the future, otherwise we would be punished severely.

Spring is a season of reverie, it is not as hot as summer, but the temperature is moderate; It is not like the autumn when the grass and trees are withered and yellow, but full of vitality and greenery; It's not like the snow in winter, but the breeze gusts. I like the reverie of spring, and I like the story of spring even more.

The grass has such a touching story, spring has arrived, it has broken through the soil after many painful struggles, to meet the first day of sunshine and rain, to breathe the first breath of fresh air, it smiles, swaying in the breeze to its heart's content, it is free and easy, tender green leaves dot the earth. Regardless of the wind or rain, it does its best to send the most beautiful blessings and laughter for spring. The strength of Xiaocao is touching, and its spirit of not being afraid of hardship is inspiring.

Throughout the ages, how many poets, lyricists, and writers have praised Xiaocao, although its life is short, it does not hesitate to dedicate itself to spring, it is great!

The hillside has a touching story: as the bell of spring rings, everything on the hillside comes back to life as if it had been touched, and the original lifelessness has become vibrant, and they all stretch their waists, wash off the dust on their faces, apply smooth oil, and all of them are radiant. They also occupy every corner of the hillside as if they were grabbing territory, and the little grass and flowers complement each other; Butterflies and bees work together; The tall and low trees are pitching up, and these beautiful scenes contrast with other scenes, which is really unique.

The river has a beautiful story to tell: as the landscape around the river continues to recover, it wants to show its most beautiful side. It was flowing with a tinkling sound, much brighter than before, and in the bright sunlight, it shone brightly, as if wearing a flash costume, dazzling.

The water is crystal clear, with a sweet taste and a pure fragrance. O little river! Stream!

I didn't expect you to really have a set.

There are many stories of spring, as long as you pay attention to the little bits and pieces around you, you will find them vivid, mysterious and beautiful, with you will bring you full shock and amazement, they all exude a noble temperament, pleasing to the eye!

Spring, the season of fabulous!