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Golden years. A colorful childhood, once had in the haze, and passed away in the haze. We are ushering in the golden morning light, which will shine with the light of youth in this rising sun.

He has stood on the top of the mountain several times, facing the whistling mountain breeze and overlooking the picturesque years. I long to have it, to enjoy it; More eager to thrive under its sunshine and rain and leave deep footprints on the golden avenue. Closer, closer, I gradually walked into its gold, into its happiness.

Yes! The golden sky, the golden earth, the golden sun shines on the golden me and you.

Golden years, you are that graceful girl, Chu Chu is moving; You are a blooming flower, exuding a refreshing fragrance. You always love to weave Feifei's dreams, fantasizing about the vigorous morning light. Hold the penny to welcome the rising red sun.

Your intoxicating melody makes people feel as if bathed in golden dreams, and you are a trickling stream in an empty valley, gurgling through the heart, stirring up a stream of colorful and blurred notes.

However, I am glad to find that you are the most brilliant movement in the melody of life, and your jumping notes will tell a touching story. You burn in the golden light, bursting with the energy of youth, and you shine in the golden light, reflecting the course of the future.

In the golden years, in your golden light, I seem to see Lu Xun in Sendai, in order to awaken the spirit of the people of the motherland, he abandoned school and followed literature, and let his youth light up the dawn for the motherland; In your golden light, I seem to hear how many heroic young men shouted the stirring slogan for the victory of the motherland on the battlefield filled with gunpowder; In your golden journey, I heard the voice of *** "Reading for the Rise of China"; In your golden journey, I saw the spirit of Lai Ning shining in the bonfire, composing a moving movement with the light of life; In your golden journey, I smell a fragrance, in the hazy morning light, the son of the model worker Shi Chuanxiang, is carrying this fragrance, walking through countless streets and alleys. Use his golden years to contribute to the motherland in obscurity. For many years, countless flowers have exuded fragrance for the golden years of the motherland in their blooming season.

Life is a short path of struggle, and the golden years are fleeting years like meteors. Life is a drizzle without regrets. Let the strong voice of the golden years, accompanied by our vigorous steps, turn into a lofty melody of a wise man, and sing the immortal song of "Victory of the Motherland" at one time.

The world will always feel the splendor of the melody of the golden years.

In front of my eyes, there is a little bit of golden light, gradually converging on a golden avenue, stretching towards the golden future of the motherland.

Yes! Golden years.

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The first snow is whispering. Finally, it was consummated, because of Cher's unexpected arrival, the charm of winter was vividly revealed.

The night was deep, and the dim street lamps were lit in the distance. The fog on the glass clouded the sight of the dull oak, and everything was like frosted, mysterious and ghostly. In fact, the night just needs to have a looming charm.

The fingers mischievously scratched a snow word on the fog, and the transparent notes were left like hollows, and there was a rare thoroughness in the hazy corner. It was such a casual action, but it gave insight into the most precious thing of the night.

The snow is really snowing, and the pity for the snow has never been inexplicable, and when I can't wait to open the window, it flutters all over the sky and quietly arrives ......, and then my mind is also blank, if you say the feeling at this time, maybe it is warm. Without any warning, they came in groups, with brisk steps, and just like that, one after another, they covered the land and filled the view. When the heaven and the earth are integrated, the mountains have no tombs, the water has no waves, and the white practice reflects the heavenly river.

The snow in front of me is not like goose feathers, but it is much smaller, and it is falling freely under the action of the wind. Sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, their graceful dancing postures inadvertently outline the trajectory of the cold wind. Perhaps it was because I was disturbing their masquerade ball, but suddenly a gust of wind came to their faces, and when the wind blew on their cheeks, the crystal edelweiss fell on their faces one after another, very soft, and a little cool.

It met with me as if it were playing tricks on me, and when I touched them, they disappeared, leaving only a faint trail of water, and then they often reappeared. It can't be appreciated, because when you touch it, its soul is nirvana, and all that remains is the body. The helpless cold made me subconsciously close the window and reluctantly withdraw from the ball.

Its rotation is so elegant, its steps are so light, it is dressed in silver, like a ballet dancer, and under a shadow light, a scene is like a dreamlike "Swan Lake". Although their dance is short, every wonderful moment is evocative. They are like shooting stars in the night sky, explaining again and again what perfection is.

The snowy road is like the overturning of ten thousand petals of jade, layered on top of each other, blending into one, so that you can't bear to trample on it, and defile this purity. The snowy night, like a crystal bottle in a vacuum, contains love and veins, and all the silence makes you hold your breath to find the sound of snow, and only one note can pluck your heart......strings.

I really hope that the snow cover will continue to flutter, because of your beauty, your splendor.