In the second half of 2007, there was an article called Deep Whispers in the Rye .

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Yes! As a "little master" who "opens his mouth for food and stretches out his hand for clothes", I was shocked by a touching ** and story today.

Everyone knows that the life of the children in the mountains is very hard, their classrooms are fenced, their stationery boxes are made of paper, and when they eat, there are flies and mosquitoes next to them, but they eat with relish and don't mind at all, as long as there is food in the bowl, it is very satisfying for them.

Their lives are so hard, and I'm ......Ay! I was so ashamed that my face flushed, and I wished there was a hole in the ground that I could get into. The children in the mountains, as long as they get the stationery for their holdings, they will be satisfied!

But we can be picky eaters every day, throw away stationery before it is broken, and eat McDonald's, KFC, etc. all day long. But the children in the mountains are eager to read and be good students. I hope they can use the key of knowledge to open the treasure house of wisdom and rebuild the countryside!

The same childhood, the same age, but our life is happy, but their life is a kind of sadness, a kind of sadness. In childhood, we wore Mingpai shoes, how beautiful the clothes and pants were, and the schoolbags we carried were also Mingpai. When I got home, I had a TV and a computer, and I had a good meal as soon as I walked in.

And what about them? It's hard to even go home! But their studies are better than ours, relying on their own hands, earning money to pay tuition, buying stationery, and saving money.

I'm going to learn from them, learn!

Their lives are so difficult, I have to study hard to eliminate the pain and difficulties for the children in the mountains!

Today, I am no longer a little master who "opens his mouth for food and stretches out his hands for clothes", I want to learn from the children in the mountains, like a big tree that can't fall, and be a flower of hope for the motherland!

Paragraph 1: The father was reluctant to leave his wheat field.

Paragraph 2: During the wheat harvest season, my father recited his wheat field more than once, which reminded me of my nostalgia for the wheat field and the countryside.

Paragraph 3: The wheat field is always in our hearts

Autumn is a fruity name. Autumn is shining with a golden color and light steps, and it has quietly arrived.

In the morning, in the night, the ripe rice, heavy, floated with the wind, as if a golden blanket was spread on top of the ripe rice, and I was beside this yellow rice, as if I had seen something. You see, what is under the mountain, is a row of ripe fruit, a fruit that is the heart of love at the first sight of man.

At noon, the farmer was in the field with the fruits of his labor; Some of the rows of big brothers, as if they were competing, and some of the aunts holding sickles, cutting the ripe rice, I looked down, as if I saw a golden snake, and the golden light on its body seemed to be endless.

In the afternoon, the peasants were domineering and stubborn, waiting for dinner, but in autumn they were still roaming the fields, and the golden yellow of the fields had reached the leaves, which looked yellowish and gradually fell. At this time of the disaster, the farmers had already started to eat, but instead of eating, they looked at the autumn outside, and the more they looked, the more beautiful it became.

Night finally came, the sun set, and the autumn night quietly left. The leaves are still yellowing and fluttering. I also read a book at my grandmother's house, and I thought, will tomorrow's autumn be so beautiful No one knows, but let's make today's autumn a happy day!

I love autumn and love the autumn scenery even more.

Is it okay to take a look at this: ""Whispering" Wakes Up the Dreamer".