Write me two beautiful paragraphs, hurry, speed

In front of me was a hazy place, and the wind could faintly see the green trees on the side of the road swaying from side to side, as if to uproot them. The rain fell with the wind, and a small stream with broken ripples had already formed on the road, flowing quickly into the distance. All kinds of beetles crawled on the road with big and big eyes, and round after round of wind and rain hit them, as if to stop them from moving forward, however, the wind and rain were too weak.

In my ears, there was the thunder, the sound of raindrops beating on everything, the sound of wheels rolling over the rain-soaked ground......The whole world will be baptized in this storm!

After a long journey, I looked back in a daze, only to find that the original and reality have been pulled down a long distance, once, has become blurred and no longer clear, the silhouette of the passage is so strange, the original dream has been far away from the trajectory of time, that persistence in the bottom of my heart has lost the original courage, what is it? What has changed the past? Lazy mood, perhaps, is life, weakening our will little by little, is the reality, ironic of the enthusiasm of the past, and now, the years are barren, the road is still extending under our feet, in the face of the future, we still have to continue to ...... that persistenceReference.

1.On a winter day, the ground is like a fluffy carpet, and the white snow blends in with the world. I couldn't help but admire the snowy scene, and I stepped on the snow belatedly, making a "creaking" sound, and the snowflakes fluttered like catkins.

2.Today, I had a dream, and it was like a dream, I got a pair of wings, and then I flew into the sky with a happy heart. Lingering in a deep sleep, the beautiful sky and the beautiful sunset are one and the same, very beautiful, suddenly, I was woken up by a mysterious voice, but the world in my dream made me reluctant.

Peach trees, apricot trees, pear trees, you don't let me, I don't let you, they are all full of flowers. The red ones are like fire, the pink ones are like the glow, and the white ones are like snow. The flowers have a sweet smell; When I closed my eyes, the trees seemed to be full of peaches, apricots, and pears.

Hundreds of bees buzzed under the flowers, and butterflies of all sizes flew around. Wildflowers are everywhere: miscellaneous, named, nameless, scattered in the grass, like eyes, like stars, and blinking.

What a lovely term spring is! People since ancient times have praised it and hoped that it would grow on earth. Poets, especially lyricists, have a deep love for spring.

Try to flip through the word selection, and you can find a spring word on almost every page. Later generations are accustomed to hearing this kind of words, and naturally echo the joy, and even if there are lovely people who don't actually understand spring, they will feel happy when they talk about spring. This half is implied by the sound of the word spring.

Spring! "Listen, how sonorous and lovely this sound sounds! What a neat and symmetrical beauty the shape of this word!

The season to which such a beautiful name belongs must be lovely to think about. It's like hearing a woman named "Lihua", thinking that she must be a beauty. However, spring is not such a happy season.

With 36 years of experience, I know that life is very unpleasant in the spring before the end of spring.

Spring, like a poem. The green and scenery that catches the eye bring endless reverie to the poet. Fragrant wet.

The moist soil, the heavy winter clothes, the happy smiling faces, welcome the visit of every seeker; Warm.

The warm breeze, like a dexterous swallow, carries the message of spring, flies over the mountains and rivers, and flies over the skyscrapers.

buildings, flying over island villages; The delicate and bright sunshine is thrown into the world without hesitation, like a warmth.

's giant hands, gently caressing every inch of the earth's skin, embracing the distant spring girl wandering by the river; Clear.

The new soft air, wrapped in the fragrance of the moist earth, the warmth of the sun, and the comfort of the breeze, is thrown unrestrainedly.

The world of spring is thrown into the hometown of spring.

Discuss academic issues. It was here that Leonardo da Vinci became acquainted with a large number of well-known artists, scientists, and humanists, and began to be influenced by humanism. At the age of 20, da Vinci already had a high degree of artistic attainment, he used a brush and a carving knife to express nature and real life, goodness and beauty, and enthusiastically sang about the happiness of life and the beauty of nature.

I'd rather be ashes than dust. I'd rather let my spark burn out in a brilliant flame than suffocate in dry dust. I'd rather be a magnificent star, with every one of my atoms shining brightly, than a sleeping planet.

How Steel is Made".

The most precious thing is life. Life is only once for man. Therefore, the life of a man should be spent in this way:

When a person looks back on the past, he does not regret that he wasted his time, nor is he ashamed of his inaction; Thus, when he was dying, he could say that I had devoted my whole life and all my energies to the most precious cause of my life - the struggle for the emancipation of mankind. We must hurry up and live, because even a violent illness or accident can end our lives.

Do you think I'm poor and mediocre in appearance and have no emotion? I swear to you that if God gives me wealth and beauty, I will make it as hard for you to leave me as I am now. But God didn't arrange it that way.

But our spirit is equal. Just as you and I walked through the grave and stood before God as equals.