Write a 50 word essay on the topic of Goodbye, Sunset .

Goodbye, my childhood! "Joy is a glass of wine, and to drink it up is to remember its mellowness; Distress is a bird, let go of it so that it never comes again", in short, she went to ......Epigraph Once upon a time, when I saw the low wall, I no longer had the idea of "climbing over the wall"; When I saw my friend crouching on the ground, I stopped going up and playing pranks with him; As soon as I talk to a girl, I feel unnatural. What's going on?

Listening to my younger siblings shouting "brother", I suddenly felt: childhood is getting farther and farther away from me! It's Children's Day again, and I've walked out of my childhood circle, so I have to look for her back and sigh:

Goodbye, my childhood! I once remembered that the sky was high and the water was clear in my childhood. We went up to the trees to catch birds, waded rivers to catch fish, and went down to the fields to hunt for frogs, and spent day after day ...... carefreeI remember playing chess as a child, and I often played against my friends.

On weekends, my house becomes everyone's "chess base". At the end of the game, the winner "boosted morale", and the loser "shouted and fought again". In this way, until the sunset was about to fall, and in the repeated urging of parents, everyone reluctantly dispersed.

At the request of my parents, I started reading at a young age. So I unconsciously fell in love with reading. From fairy tales to fables, from language to **.

Now I still have books in my bookcase, such as "Aso's Fables", "Five Thousand Years Up and Down", "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", "Camel Xiangzi" and so on. Books, like chess, were an indispensable part of my childhood. The joy of childhood, the sorrow of childhood; The discoveries of childhood, the gains and losses of childhood......"Joy is a glass of wine, and to drink it up is to remember its mellowness; Distress is a bird, let go of it so that it never comes again", in short, she went to ......

I can only read her beauty in my memory! Goodbye, my childhood! Turning his head and looking forward:

The road is still a long mile!

Luoxia and lonely birds fly together, and the autumn water is the same color as the sky.

The twilight is dim, the remnant sun is like blood, and the sunset on the edge of the Yellow River is like a gold-edged sunset. The last trace of the remnant sun hit the ground and merged with the dull yellow desert, the golden light was shining, swallowing the sky and the fertile sun.

Look at the sunset obliquely, a spring Lan reflects the half ring.

The setting sun shone slanting over the western hills, and everything on the ground was shrouded in a blur of roses.

The sky is long and the sun is far away, and the water is clear and cold.

At this time, the sun's face was bright red, and its light seemed to have been swept away by someone, and it was no longer dazzling, but very soft and bright. It retreated slowly to the west, as gentle and tranquil as a pretty girl.

The desert is lonely, and the sun sets over the long river.

I stood in front of the window, staring at the flawless white clouds, perhaps against the blue sky, she looked peculiar pure and dignified, like a lady walking in the sky. Suddenly, her face flushed, and she became so shy and charming.

The sunset is infinitely better, just near dusk.

The sunset may have been inspired and more energetic. Everything around him has become so fascinating. The rows of yellow roofs became golden, and the light refracted from the windows of the houses gathered together, sprinkling a special layer of light on the community, as if it were bringing people.

brought into a fairyland; The woods in the community also seem to be smeared with a light layer of oil, which is more and more green and attractive. The small river that flows along the end of the community also has a different feeling at this time, quiet and warm ......

The wind and the sun are sunny and the people are good, and the sunset is full of drums.

Gradually, the setting sun retracted his last rays, and before he could say goodbye, he lowered his head, closed his eyes, and fell asleep quietly. Looking at the original group of followers, they also gathered their interest in time and transformed into dark clouds, waiting for the sunset to come again.

The sunset is hooked, and the spring is quiet by the stream.

The sunset turned from shallow to deep, from light to thick, and the sky was ashamed.

I want to return Xiaoli, for the love of the sunset red.

The setting sun was already hanging in mid-air, like a disc. It shines on the face of a man, and the face of the man seems to be plated with a layer of gold; When it shines on the water, the river is shining brightly, and it seems that the magical little stars are shining; It shines on the green trees, which seem to be rubbed with a layer of oil, and appear even greener. Gradually, the sunset faded into my field of vision.

The sunset, a touch of red glow. Looking at the horizon, a trace of white clouds can be seen dimly. Sunset, my dream.

There is a song that has always echoed in my heart, and it is the most beautiful song of the four seasons in nature.

In spring, the most beautiful thing is the budding. Looking at the branches that had been silent for a long time suddenly bulging out some curious little green eyes, and some small soft yellow green buds gradually emerging from the loess and residual leaves under my feet, I knew that it was nature that played a song of vitality and vitality of life. After the sprouting of green shoots, the sky is blue, the water is blue, and the birds are awake – this is the annual song of spring.

Summer is the unrestrained melody composed by nature. But what haunts my heart is the aftermath of that summer night, and I often savor the faint charm of that summer night. "The bright moon is not frightening, and the breeze is chirping cicadas in the middle of the night.

Look up at the sky with stars shining and sparkling fireflies. In the hazy moonlight, under the orange table lamp, you can either appreciate Jin Yong's boldness, or taste Xi Murong's gentleness. Surrounded by the fragrance of flowers blooming and falling, there will always be a trace of comfort and sweetness in my heart.

In autumn, I love blue skies the most. Whether it is the vast freedom in the "sky is high and the clouds are light, looking at the wild geese flying in the south" and "the blue clouds and yellow leaves", or the romantic and free in the clouds, they are all soothing melodies sung by nature, which are refreshing and pleasant. With the emergence of a golden season under the blue sky, a golden dream is also spreading in my heart.

In the memory of winter, I love the beauty of the morning the most. It was a melodious melody played by nature. I went out at six o'clock, the wind and the moon were waning, the stars were counting, the cold breeze caressed my cheeks, and the air was clear.

If there is still some residual snow under your feet, the "squeak" sound of stepping on it and the "rustling" sound of the dry branches swaying slightly will immediately become a few drum beats in the gentle and melodious melody of winter, making the winter morning seem more and more quiet and leisurely.

I'm always anxious, and I can't wait for the end of the tune of the last season, so I look forward to the arrival of the next season's melody. I love every season, every masterpiece written by nature and the mind. I always silently make a wish in my heart :

Friends, let's listen to this moving song and cherish this beautiful nature together!

When the dancing yellow falls from the branches, when the corn cob shows a golden smile, when the heavy ears of grain bow their proud heads, autumn comes.

Autumn is a great mother who nurtures and matures every seed. In this season, she reaps the hope of next year and shows the world the greatness of autumn.

It's late autumn and it's a little cold in the morning.

The weeds on the hillside, the crops to be harvested, and even the evergreen pines and cypresses all show a bit of a killing atmosphere in the fog. What they show us is the uprightness and confidence of autumn, which is a solitary arrogance and freedom that does not need any embellishment.

In the evening, the crescent moon rises in the sky, and the mountains in the twilight are soaked in a touching and poignant beauty.

Autumn isn't all bleak.

With a sense of leisure, I approached the fields to experience the optimism of farmers in the face of natural disasters and the joy of harvest. Step into the deep mountains and forests, enjoy the breeze and enjoy the sunset.

The child dragged me to the river, and the crystal clear water rushed down from the upstream, beating with pleasant notes. It turns out that autumn still has such a smart temperament, and the river flows with autumn figures and charm. At this time, your state of mind suddenly fell silent, and Hongchen's troubles disappeared without a trace, maybe this is the surprise that Qiu gave me.

After experiencing the germination of spring and the warmth of summer, autumn gives us more maturity and depth. I love this season, life is the way it should be, and the glitz and restlessness of the coat are revealed to reveal the quiet and pure autumn colors, which is what I want.

In fact, as long as you are willing, you will definitely find that there are many more things to experience and appreciate in autumn.

The bell at the end of the year has been ringing, and the firecrackers to welcome the new year are about to be lit, so that we can forget the pain of the old year and let us look forward to the sunrise tomorrow. The autumn water has become a feast for my soul, a window for me to shine, to see this unpredictable world, to listen to this heavenly and harmonious waterfront, with the most beautiful rhythm, to express the broken thoughts of my heart. The nothingness of the network is not absolute, and the friendship between the world and the void is never lonely.

For a period of time, maybe you are running around with the pain of livelihood, maybe struggling with emotional waves, maybe you are detached from the pain of family affection, maybe you are indifferent to the emptiness of the Internet, maybe you are tired of coping with your career, or you may be sick because of your physical weakness. But all this will eventually pass, the tree of life, one year old and one withered, as long as there is the earth, the sun shines, the rain moistens, the air is overflowing, we are the myth of immortality, no matter where we are, no matter where our hearts are, we always have a spring of hope! Look at the distant mountains and the snow melting, see the blue sky near the sea, see the green grass in the wilderness, and see the autumn water filling the heart.

For thousands of miles, you can always hear the ebb and flow of autumn water; In the four seasons, you can always enjoy the long sky of clouds and clouds. In 2013, we have read the feelings of the people in the city, we have heard the sound of the ethereal flowers blooming in the sunset, we have seen the witty face of Lao Jin, we have envied the happy life of Jiang Qingyuejing, we have bathed in the sunshine of Meilantian, we have met the beautiful flowers of Mo Shangchen Building, we have experienced the staggered time and space of the clothes, we have walked through the years when I am a poet, we have recited the poems of Meilan Zhuju, we have felt the forty not confused of Yandongting, we have shared the true love story of daffodils in the ice, We have experienced the ...... of Buick's magnificent journey to the end of the worldIn 2014, we look forward to making the lies of the end of the world a joke, letting our hearts bloom like flowers, letting the beautiful literature of Qiushui circulate on the Internet, letting our friendship gurgle and let our homeland people prosper. We also look forward to love in Qiushui, love in the Internet, love in this world, and love in everyone's heart.

On the threshold of 2014, we are staggered, new friends and old friends gather together with laughter and laughter, sing a song of peace, bless all friends who are involved in autumn water, pray for ourselves, for this extraordinary era, for this unpeaceful world, wish the world peace and happiness, wish all things in nature lush, wish social harmony and prosperity, wish the war disappear, and wish the autumn water fragrant forever.

Laughing pee! I can't write an essay, why do you eat?

Childhood. Our carefree happiness.

At that time our world was only us.

A group of whimsical children.

Go to school together every day.

Get out of class together. In a big bag.

It's our favorite little book and toy.

At that time we believed in fairy tales.

I want to be a prince and princess.

The tiny head is full of question marks.

But it didn't bother.

We drew grids on the ground with chalk stolen from the classroom.

A few friends play a game of starting house.

Full of laughter.

Because of being late. And then by the short-haired language teacher.

It was enough for me to stand outside the classroom for a lesson.

Because of a fight with a tablemate.

Two people were fined for flushing the school's toilets.

After that, they also painted a teacher's portrait on the wall.

And with lines.

Because I sneaked into the game hall.

That time, I was called a parent by the school.

Remember the flat land in front of your house?

It was our paradise all summer long.

We've grown up.

The land was barren.

We were back then.

There are always endless games.

Jumping bands. Throw sandbags.

Goats. Camel and mule hunting. Roll hoops.

Many, much, much. At that time, playing solitaire was super powerful.

Bundles and bundles are placed in school bags.

There are Saint Seiya, Transformers, New White Lady, 、、、

Sometimes you can sell it to your friends if you win more.

Take the money to buy snacks.

I forgot about the exchange rate at that time.

It should be 1 cent: 10 sheets.

Hehe. Summer as a child.

Adults take a dip under a banyan tree.

We gathered around chasing and fighting.

Their world will never understand.

I don't want to walk in.

They slept on the rooftop with their brother.

Count the stars. Shooting stars can often be seen passing by.

It's scary to tell some ghost stories.

I was scared and fell asleep.

Time flies.

We've grown up.

But it went farther and farther.

We always wanted to grow up with dreams when we were kids.

As scheduled. Time bears witness to life.

Witnessed the wrongs of things and people.

I also shattered a lot of childhood dreams.

Goodbye White Rabbit Toffee.

Goodbye to my villain book.

Goodbye to my brother Ichihu.

Goodbye to my treasure chest.

Bye. Childhood.

Remember the truest and deepest smile in your heart.