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Walking into the camel mountain where the pear blossoms are in full bloom in April, the wind in the valley is wrapped in the faint fragrance of pear blossoms and blows slowly, and the sky is wide and suddenly bright. The clouds are blue in the day, even the air here seems to be pale blue, and the sky here is as clear as autumn water. You can't open all the lobes of your lungs.

Breathe freely and freely.

The blue of the sky is so clear, the blue of the sky is so refreshing, and the blue of the sky is like a sapphire.

It's so blue ...... so intoxicatingI said in my heart, no wonder people have to travel dozens of miles to this distant ravine, it is really worth the trip.

The sky seems to know my mind, in the snowy pear blossoms are white clouds, clouds and fog, and I can't tell for a while, white clouds and pear blossoms, pear blossoms and white clouds. The flowing clouds in the valley carry an intoxicating poetry.

I have also been to Huoshanzi to see the pear blossoms before, maybe the sky in the city is not as depressed as it is now, the clouds are not as low as now, and it seems that the sky in the mountains is not as delicate as it is now. The development of urban construction and the reinforced concrete jungle have narrowed the space for people's survival, and the sky has been divided and fragmented, and a complete sky can no longer be seen.

I climbed a hill and shook off the depression in my heart, the pear blossoms on the top of the mountain were like clouds and the sea, and the sky was so close to me at this moment, or the wilderness was low, and I seemed to be able to hear the sound of the wind blowing in the sky. It seems to tell me that nature has a strong ability to repair, as long as people do not deliberately destroy, adapt to nature, adapt to the blue sky. Adapt to the white clouds, nature will be beautiful, the moon is white and the wind ......is clear

Walking into the camel mountain where the pear blossoms are in full bloom in April, the wind in the valley is wrapped in the faint fragrance of pear blossoms, and the wind blows bursts of dialogue between me and ......the sky

April 24, 2014 8:09:02

The warm wind blows gently, the sky is blue, floating white clouds, under the wind, the white clouds gently drift, this is my dialogue with the sky.

The wind that was poured into the warmth of the sun, the memories that belonged to the winter, and the persistent and firm blowing, its morning sun and its twilight blowing the sky, are all the dialogues between me and the sky yearning for life and the spring flowers.

I don't know if the number of words is right, I counted it, and it should be about the same (*.)

The warm breeze is blowing, and the picture of you in this open-air café comes to mind, and the days when we played and ran together in our youth always make me have endless memories. Now, the same terrace, the same seats, the same coffee, all that's left is my dialogue with the sky.

"Those who went to my house to make up for the exam before the festival stood up for me! ”

A fat, flabby-skinned priest, dressed in a vestment and with a heavy cross around his neck, glared at the class menacingly.

Six students stood up from the bench in response, four boys and two girls.

The priest's two small eyes gleamed fiercely, as if he were about to swallow them in one gulp. The children looked at him in horror.

You two sit down. The priest waved at the girl.

They hurriedly sat down, relieved.

Father Vasily's small eyes were fixed on the four boys.

Come here, babes! "Satisfied.

The gentle breeze caressed my face, carrying away the dust and leaving a sense of tranquility. Quietly gazing at the clear blue sky, the sun shining lightly on your face, and the air filled with subtle feelings, what is it? When I think about it, it's my heart-to-heart communication with the sky.

Can it solve your problem?

That's not the lyrics! Pick up the quilt.

In that case, it might as well be like this in the end.

Otherwise, she's very.

A corner of the campus.

Our campus is picturesque and beautiful, especially the beautiful little garden at the school gate, which makes you forget to return.

When spring comes, the small garden is overgrown with green grass. At first glance, the garden seems to be a green blanket, without a little variegation, look closely, the young leaves of the grass are full of crystal clear dewdrops under the sunlight, the dewdrops reflect the colorful light, making the grass look vigorous!

When summer comes, the small garden is full of colorful flowers, like the stars in the sky, fragrant, a large swarm of bees and butterflies, attracted by this alluring fragrance, a breeze blows, the flowers sometimes sway from side to side, sometimes nod up and down, as if many slim mothers-in-law are dancing happily. You can sit on a small stone bench and look at the refreshing sea of flowers and smell the alluring fragrance of the flowers. It's a luxury!

When autumn comes, the grass is golden, the peach trees are full of fresh peaches, the air is full of peaches, the leaves of the peach trees are in the small garden, as if thousands of golden butterflies are flying in the wind, falling to the ground, covering the earth with a golden blanket!

When winter comes, the snowflakes fall from the sky one after another, and suddenly, the whole small garden is covered in snow, and students can play and play in the snow and enjoy the baptism of winter!

This little garden has brought me a lot of joy, and it is precisely this joy that makes me understand the beauty of this elegance and simplicity.

"Those who went to my house to make up for the exam before the festival stood up for me! ”

A flabby-skinned fat priest, dressed in a wheel robe, with a heavy cross around his neck, glared at the class menacingly.

Six students stood up from the bench in response, four boys and two girls.

The priest's two small eyes gleamed fiercely, as if he were about to swallow them in one gulp. The children, the oaks, looked at him in horror.

You two sit down. The priest waved at the girl.

They hurriedly sat down, relieved.

Father Vasily's small eyes were fixed on the four boys.

Come here, babes! ”