Essay on the topic of mountains are high and rivers are far away 1000 words 10

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At night, the mountains are silent. Stay in a room next to the temple and sleep like a pillow spring. Listening to the spring late at night is a special taste.

The sound of the spring soaked in the moonlight is particularly clear. The sound of the spring in the daytime can be divided into many levels: the soft man is like a violin, a stream flowing through the grass; It is as crisp as a plucked one, and it is a dripping spring leaking from the cracks of the stones

The one that is as thick as the roar of the double division should be a thousand trickles converging in the hollow valley; The majestic one who roared like a brass pipe must be a torrent that goes straight down the steep wall, and a waterfall that falls down the deep pool. As for the spring water that bypasses the roots of the trees, and the clear stream laps against the pebbles, it is important and urgent, far and near, high and low, each emitting a different sound. In the symphony of this spring, it seems to be able to hear the passage of time, the changes of history, the birth, growth, reproduction, and death of life, and the voice of metabolism, from weak to strong, gradually, rising into the main theme.

I leaned over to listen, distinguished, my mind seemed to melt into the water, flowing with the spring, swimming all over the Dinghu Lake; It is as if the spring water is bubbling through the heart, washing away the dirt, leaving deep affection, let me taste, lead me to reverie Ah, I am completely intoxicated by the singing of the spring water What to say "the mountain is not high, there is a fairy is famous", but I said "the mountain is not famous, there is a spring is the spirit" Nurturing vitality, nourishing ten thousand trees, spring water is the soul of Dinghu Mountain.

Early in the morning, I entered the mountains. Everything in the mountains brought me into a dream, and I was in a very happy mood when I looked at the green trees and listened to the beautiful birds. The deep blue sky seems to have been washed by the autumn rain.

Harmony.

One day, Xiaohong was before going to bed. I put the pencil case on my desk. In the middle of the night, I heard the sound of a quack.

The pencil preemptively said: "I am a good helper of the little master." I can write beautiful pencil words. ”

The pencil sharpener sister said, "How can you write beautiful words without me?" ”

All your abilities are not as great as mine," the rubber's nose was cocked high; "I can help the owner erase the typo......

What's so big about that, I can make a typo too! Moreover, pencils, pens, ballpoint pens ......I can erase all the words that come out of the pen." Correction fluid is proud to say:

Not only can I erase typos, but I can also fix broken things, can you, dude eraser? ”

Miss Ruler was on the side softly, and didn't say anything...

At this time, the pencil case grandfather spoke: "Actually, you all have great skills, and you are all good helpers of the little master, and you can't ...... without any of them."All in all, none of you can do without you. ”

The stationers nodded incessantly while listening to the pencil case grandfather. "Okay, let's turn enemies into friends, we want to be a harmonious family and contribute to the little master! ”