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Towering mountains and rivers are a sight to behold. It is rooted in the ground beneath its feet, and it persistently marches towards the high sky. It can always be in a state of height, and it is always looked up to by people because it can get rid of all shackles and proudly stand tall in the sky.

The long river that flows is a sight. It originates in the bubbling stream of the forest and treks heroically towards the vast ocean. It grows strong on its journey, roaring through the cliffs, flowing through the plains of the red and open, and calmly pouring out a thousand miles, and it is able to unleash a great power that amazes us, and it goes on to achieve a greater ideal.

The tranquil orchid is a sight to behold. It sprouts out of the cracks in the rocks of the cliffs, offering its thin form and light fragrance to the empty valley, it is a hermit among flowers, it grows alone, opens alone, thinks alone about the mysteries of life, and precipitates its own wandering thoughts in a world far away from the hustle and bustle. It is regarded as a "gentleman" because it can endure loneliness, and because of a maverick courage - whether it is looking at it or not, it blooms the softest flowers and releases the most fragrant smell.

The midday sun is a sight. You look at it, struggling to glow and heat, and you don't see the slightest tiredness. Without the reflection of the sun, without the shadow of the clouds, it hangs alone in the middle of the heavens, spreading the infinite energy suppressed in its chest to any corner of the earth.

We dare not look directly at the noonday sun, and we revere it because it has the pride to break through the darkness of the world on its own.

I revere the majesty of the mountains, sigh at the endless river, admire the integrity of the orchid, admire the pride of the sun, even if I can't turn into other landscapes, I still have their pursuit of independence heart, I still take the pace towards independence with my own beat. I think I'm going to be a unique landscape on the way to independence.

It's too late, it's too soon; When Wu Song saw the big insect pounce, he only flashed and flashed behind the big insect. It was the most difficult to see people behind the big worm, so he put his front paws on the ground, lifted his waist and hips, and lifted them up. Wu Song only flashed, flashing to the side.

When the big insect saw that he couldn't lift him, he roared, but it was like a thunderbolt in the middle of the day, and it shook the hill and moved, and the iron rod was also upside down like a tiger's tail and only cut it. Wu Song flashed to the side again. It turned out that the big insect took people just a pounce, a lift, and a cut; When the three can't be caught, half of the temperament is gone.

The big worm couldn't cut it again, and roared again, and it was about to come back.

Wu Song saw that the big insect turned over and came back, turned up the whistle stick with both hands, and used all his strength to slash down from mid-air with only one stick. I heard a loud sound, and I struck the tree with its branches and leaves in the face. When I looked closely, a stick could not split the big insect, so I was in a hurry, and I was hitting the dead tree, and I broke the whistle stick into two pieces, and only half of it was in my hand.

The big worm roared, and it flipped over and pounced. Wu Song only jumped again, but retreated ten steps away. The big insect happened to put its two front paws in front of Wu Song.

Wu Song threw the half-stick aside, grabbed the big insect with his two hands, and pressed it down. The big insect was anxious to struggle, but Wu Song tried his best to hold it down, and he was willing to put a little loose there.

Someone else's Way A man has to cross the marsh, and because there is no road, he tentatively walks. Although it was very difficult, jumping left and right, I was able to find a way, but the good situation was not long, and I didn't go far, and I accidentally stepped into the mud and sank. Another man was about to walk through the swamp, and when he saw the footprints of those who had gone before him, he thought:

This must be someone walking, and there must be nothing wrong with following someone else's footprints. I tried to step on it with my feet, and sure enough, it was real, so I walked with confidence. In the end, he also stepped into the air and sank into the mud.

Another person was going to walk through the swamp, looking at the footprints of the two people in front of him, and walked along without thinking about it, and his fate was also conceivable. …Another man was about to walk through the swamp, and looked at the footprints of the people in front of him, and thought: this must be a road to the other side of the swamp, and behold, so many people have already walked there, and I will surely go to the other side of the swamp if I go down this way.

So he walked in great strides, and finally he sank into the mud. The road in the world is not that the more people walk, the smoother and smoother, and following the footsteps of others will not only fail to get out of new ideas, but sometimes you may fall into a trap.