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Poetic Month. When is the bright moon, ask the wine to the sky".

Inscription. In the evening, move the stool to your own small courtyard and look only at the moon.

The night breeze was rippling, the whirring wind was passing by, and there should be only silence left.

I don't want to go back to the house, I am a little rushed to study for a day, and I forget the essence of learning, okay! I want to be Su Shi's "idler" for a while, to watch the emotion of "He Night Without Moon"!

Sit still, looking at the bright moon in the sky, monotonous, no, except for the full moon, the stars should be hidden by dark clouds! I can't help but think of my sister who is far away in Chengdu, is she also enjoying the full moon with me?

Suddenly, it reminded me that on another full moon night, a generation of writers also raised a glass under the moon to invite Mingyue to express their feelings of missing their relatives. Close your eyes, fix yourself in the Song Dynasty, look for the eastern slope, and be temporary'Zhongzi period'Let's do it!

On the night of the full moon, the peach blossoms are in full bloom, and I see the east slope in the pavilion, alone, tasting the wine of the peach blossoms, and the red cheeks of the "peach blossoms on the human face" can not hide the tears. He, Su Shi lay down and poured the wine jug into his mouth, but he never forgot the bright moon, poured the wine glass to the full, put it on the opposite side, and raised the wine jug and stuffed it into his mouth stiffly. He staggered into the peach blossom pile, pulled a peach blossom, staggered back, put the peach blossom into the wine glass, and muttered, "Su Zhe, brother respects you a glass."

Alas! "The flowers are similar every year", but this year, the one sitting opposite him left a phantom.

Tilt your head and call the bright moon, "When is the bright moon, ask the wine to the sky." Ah, the bright moon seemed to understand, covered the clouds, and disappeared.

Seeing Su Shi so sad, I thought of my sister again, sister, how are you doing?

Tears from the eyes, I don't wipe the tears, the crystal tears, maybe can bloom a peach blossom?

Come back to your senses, open your eyes wide, take a wine glass from the house, pour a trace of boiled water, let the tears fall into the cup carefully, and then "return a bottle to Jiangyue". As soon as I drank it, the water was salty, just like the heart at this time, it was also salty, and I sighed silently: "Sister, I miss you!"

Looking at the bright moon again, she was even brighter, like a mirror.

Ding......**ring, I clenched**, trying my best to hide the sobbing, and a familiar voice came from there, "Kun'er, do you miss me." Sister, it's my sister's voice, like a crisp melody. And I was already in tears, but stubbornly said "How do you know that I miss you, you are too narcissistic".

Don't believe me, look at the moon, do you see me? When I look at the moon, I see that you are right, but you are not allowed to quibble. Finally, the moon is a mirror, reflecting my sister in the moon.

I burst out laughing, oh! It turned out why Su Shi chanted, "I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be Chanjuan for thousands of miles." "Because he must have seen Su Zhe in the moon, ......

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The baptism of spring. Listen! Listen! The Spring Maiden came with a light step, and she brought a new green garment to the originally yellow, cold and lonely earth. She gently caresses all things with her delicate watery hands, reviving them and giving us vitality and vitality.

Not to mention the blue sky, not to mention the small river with the sound of flowing water, not to mention the endless grassland. The flowers alone are full of flowers. One of the most obsessive to me is the Bao Lian, she is so white and flawless, just like the transmission of the Bao Lian lantern, and like a young girl, in the spring breeze fluttering her white dress, the body exudes a faint fragrance, smell it makes people immersed in the dream, relaxed, lingering.

Nearby, the tall and low trees in the distance stood tall and tall, and the new leaves were verdant, like loyal guards, guarding this quiet and peaceful moment.

The rain is pouring down, what a drizzle! Dropping in the hand, hairy, itchy, like cow hair, flower needles, filaments. Looking from afar, it seems that there is a thin layer of mist, if there is nothing, it seems to be close to far away, and the whole world is like a shy girl covered in a thin veil, s......miling secretly there.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and people can't help but sigh, what a timely rain! Not only is it refreshing, but even the flowers and grass are even redder in this misty drizzle! It's greener!

It immediately reminds people of Du Fu's poem "Sneaking into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently". But people are only amazed by the flowers in the new year, how beautiful the grass is, and who knows how long they have been dormant and waiting?

Ah, spring! Thou hast adorned the earth with thy colours; Your gentle caresses give birth to all things; Your fresh breath brings life. I love you, beautiful spring!

First, let students have the habit of keeping a diary and practice writing.

Then encourage students to collect essays that they think are good to share.

You can also find a good prose to explain to you, and then analyze the writing style or outline of the prose.

And so on and so forth.

It depends on what you are talking about, and it should be targeted.

Seeing the big with the small, it seems to be scattered, the theme is not scattered, and it revolves around one point.

I have attended two elementary schools in my life, and I have nearly 200 classmates, but I can't remember them forever. So I have a book dedicated to keeping track of my students. But even though I had only graduated from primary school for less than half a year, I had almost forgotten that I still had a book that witnessed the original classmate, and it was only on a whim that I took that spare minute from the physically and mentally exhausted junior high school life to sort out and remember.

And the classmates are one of the most inconspicuous characters.

When I found it, he was carrying more than a dozen heavy books, and if it weren't for my sharp eyes, I really didn't know that it would not have revealed its wrinkled face until the Year of the Monkey. I opened it, and I opened a door to those vague memories.

The first one is the graduation photo of my skaters when they graduated from elementary school, and I also have the forced smile in my mind: I remember that it was the last day we stayed in school, and it was also a moment of mixed feelings, we were not just crying or shouting, but just walking on the concrete floor of the school to feel the hot summer baking and flooding'Defoliation. I don't know who took the labor tools from the class and borrowed more than 30 from the storage room, and we had only one thought in our hearts:

Let me make one last contribution to my alma mater. More than 40 people carried water, swept the floor, and did their duty. The school's small playground was cleaned spotlessly.

I and a few classmates swept the school gate, once no one was willing to throw away the garbage of Wang Rangzhi residents at this time was thrown away by us three times five divided by two, no one complained that the people around them refused to take a few more steps to throw it into the garbage can, and no one complained about the garbage on the road We also had to help sweep it, and even a few people had the strength to lift the surrounding electric cars, motorcycles, and bicycles to the opposite parking space. No one spoke, everyone remained silent and worked silently. After the sleepiness was gone, we moved the desks and chairs from the fourth floor down the playground, but unlike our previous silence, everyone had a smile on their faces, but this was just a forced smile.

Click. Click. ”

A series of shutter sounds sounded, and this touching moment has since been imprinted on this **, which has remained in my classmates.

Memories don't last forever, maybe one day, you will forget many things because you are busy, but we can only seal it in the classmates in advance, and then forget it and turn into decay.

There is a flower that blooms at dusk and withers the next morning. There is a kind of flower that was once called "thin life flower". There is a kind of flower, white as snow, without a trace of dust and frost ......This flower is the sunset.

The flower language of the sunset flower is the fragile and fleeting beauty, the face that never dissipates in the twilight, and the warmth that will never be lost in life. Although small, although born in the corner, no one appreciates, although life is only a few hours, but the sunset still blooms and withers every day. It is white, unappreciated, fresh and pure, and has nothing to do with the world.

The sunset under the moonlight is about to wither, but it is also the most beautiful. The moonlight imprinted a series of mottled silhouettes for it, swaying quietly with the wind, this quietness, as if waiting for the sunset to wither. That short life, telling the whole life to the evening breeze of the night, blooming alone, leaving silently, never messing with the world.

Xiyan is the purest and cleanest flower in the world, and it is also the flower that the simplest god can interpret a lifetime, it is delicate, but never gives up, it is thin, but never despises life. When the sunset withered silently, only a faint afterfragrance was left, and it lived freely, even more silently. Xiyanhua can't avoid fate, and it doesn't want to resist and change fate, it is precisely because of this that it will have such a white soul, which makes people can't help but feel a sense of closure and heartache.

Since ancient times, the sunset has been used as a symbol of sadness and tranquility. I love Xiyan, and I love the perception of life that Xiyan gave me.