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The view is beautiful.

I thought about it day and night, but God seemed to be against me, but for some reason, God suddenly figured it out. Mom and Dad finally took me to that place, which is what we call Dalian.

The streets are clean, the traffic is smooth, there are few traffic police and sanitation workers, and no one has ever left garbage on the streets. This time, my mother took me to see the sea, and I was very excited as soon as I saw the sea. I was swimming in the ocean like a fish in water.

The blue water is one with the sky, and the white clouds in the sky sometimes look like horses, sometimes like sheep, and I think it is a paradise for human beings.

We were playing in the water, where the sand was soft and people felt very comfortable stepping on the sand, and we were frolicking and playing in the sea, and we were very happy. I drank several sips of seawater in the big waves, but I was very happy that some people were still rowing on the water.

It's amazing to let the sun soak up your whole body on the beach, and the waves can beat your feet, as if your mother is giving you a massage.

A gentle breeze blows across your cheeks and makes your heart feel refreshed.

There is the fragrance of the sea, the beauty of the sea, and the relaxation of the sea.

I walked on the beach, stepping on the soft sand, smelling the fragrance of the sea. A pleasant day has passed, and we have to welcome an even better day in Dalian. Yes! I think the sea in Dalian is a kind of paradise, and human beings have the right to protect it, so please don't destroy the paradise of human beings.

I love the beauty, I love the taste, and I love the view.

Self-reflection in reflection.

When I was a child, I always felt that my phone was going very slowly, and I didn't value my time, and I did the same thing almost every day - in a daze, I thought that only being in a daze could make me feel empty and boring, and the day would pass faster, but I didn't feel that time was passing by little by me, and I could never come back.

When I was in middle school, I tried my best to make life more interesting, but because of my casualness, my life became uninteresting. And I'm such a person, always thinking about so-so finishing junior high school and not caring about it; But lately I've been thinking about a lot of things, and I'm starting to regret why I didn't cherish such a good time in the first place, and remember that I wasted my time in elementary school.

I can't go on like this: I'm about to enter the third year of junior high school, I can't think about nothing, for the future, I want to cherish the only one year, and I have to work hard to make up for what I missed.

I'm not going to be my old self, I'm going to go to high school, college, and rushing towards my dreams.

A painting that I like.

There is a famous painting on the wall - "Italian Mountain Village Stream", which is said to be a world famous painting! The scenery is charming, full of spring vitality and rustic atmosphere, which is really intoxicating.

You see, under the blue sky, the mountains hold their heads high, and the trees on the mountains look so green, so lush, one by one, dense layers, the whole mountain has become a world of trees, like a green sea. Behind a sea of green sits tall snow-capped mountains, the tops of which are covered with snow that has not melted for thousands of years.

In front of the high mountain is an endless meadow. The meadows were blooming with clusters of wildflowers, brightly coloured and beautiful, and I could smell them as if I were looking at them.

There are rows of small cabins standing on the grass, which look so small in the vast meadow.

Nearby, a small stream was flowing happily, the stream was flowing happily, the stream was hitting the stones, splashing the waves, ah, I seemed to hear the stream singing, the sound was so crisp and pleasant. You see, how clear the water is, you can see the bottom clearly, and the wildflowers on both sides of the creek are swaying in the wind, as if they are dancing happily.

Next to the creek, a straight stone-paved path stretches into the distance.

In this green world, even the stones are strangely shaped, some like eggs, some like cakes, and some like ......

Ah, this mountain, this water, which friend, this flower, this tree, is really picturesque, and the slow locust seems to have brought me into this beautiful world.

It's the action that counts (that's a good topic).