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Anonymous users2024-02-15I enjoyed four seasons.
I like the warmth of spring, the joy of summer, the poignancy of autumn, and the quiet ...... of winter
I like to look at the soft fog on an early spring morning. I like to stare at the white in front of the window. The mountains loom in the distance, and the houses on the opposite side are bathed in clouds and mist, as if there is a strange enjoyment.
In an instant, he let go of the wings of his soul and imagined which girl was singing in the opposite building.
I like to run around the playground lap after lap in my favorite white short-sleeved shirt on a hot summer evening. Unrestrained, exerting all the strength of the whole body, bursting out of happiness and happiness without leaving any residue, I smiled, without thinking about the so-called "lady image", and the laughter was like a silver bell. Let those sweats penetrate my clothes, and melt my little figure into this beautiful twilight.
I like to walk in the autumn breeze, covered with golden leaves, red wild fruits. The golden "butterfly" quietly flew down from the branches, landed lightly close to the ground, and flew again in the wind. I picked up the camera and pointed at a golden tree, constantly adjusting the angle, but I was not satisfied, and when I got closer, the tree looked like an old man sighing weakly.
I closed my eyes and walked forward slowly, the warm sun blowing, the gentle breeze kissed, I listened to the refreshing rustling sound under my feet, and when I could "walk" forward without lifting my feet, the slight massage feeling under my feet was so real despite the thick soles of my sneakers.
I like to wear a thick padded jacket in the winter and walk alone on wide asphalt roads. On a very cold weekend, there was no one on the road, except for the occasional few passers-by rubbing their hands and taking a few hot breaths into their palms and hurrying by. At this time, I was taking a leisurely walk on the road, my hands in my pockets.
Suddenly, he pulled out a hand and pinched off a leaf, and the cool leaf seemed to be coated with a thin layer of frost. So, I would take it and look at it intently, walking alone on the street for a long, long time.
The tenderness of spring, the happiness of summer, the poignancy of autumn, and the tranquility of winter are all so beautiful. Ah, I love the seasons, I love life!
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Anonymous users2024-02-14There is only one path that cannot be chosen.
That's the way to give up.
There is only one path that cannot be refused.
That. It's the way to grow.
Below is a beautiful prose.
words, welcome to refer to it. Beautiful prose.
Word: The style of the gentleman is a role model, and there is a person who has it, and he has it.
A heart that is indifferent to fame and fortune.
There was a man who was willing to live with poverty all his life.
There was a man who forsaken riches from the world.
The clouds and mountains are firm, the rivers are turbulent, the wind of the first sale is excited, and the mountains are high and the waters are long.
He is Mr. Yan, a master who makes Fan Zhongyan admire.
Speaking of Yan Ziling, there is no one who will not "wear sheep fur, fish in the Dujiang River, and live in seclusion" for him.
Youshan" and admire and fight brothers.
As a middle school student, I can't help but feel sorry for him to see through the world.
Ripples out of the layers of ripples.
There is a poem that really writes about his "true temperament".
Yan Ling's temperament is really crazy, and he resists the proud emperor of the three princes. is not afraid of the old friend and arrogance, and calls him Hou Ba as the king's room.
I did it in Liu Xiu.
After the emperor, he invited Yan Ziling to enter the palace to assist him in governing the world, but he didn't care who the doctor was.
No matter how high the position, Mr. Yan still refuses to accept it, preferring to return to his poor hometown and live a leisurely life.
River fishing life.
Just ask the people of the world:
If you were Yan Guang, would you enter the official career?
Presumably, no one should turn a blind eye to the world's best thing.
But Mr. Yan brought it.
The family wandered around, just to escape this sweet "pie".
There must be many people who are puzzled by this.
Why can Mr. Yan be exchanged for talent.
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