The mountains in Wuling Mountain range are magical and steep, with continuous ups and downs. Of course, Fan Jingshan, the first peak of Wuling Mountain, is the most magical. After Fan Jingshan reached the highest grassland along the western line, a natural stone, like a long-awaited wise man, gave you a thumbs-up and said, "You are right! This wise man also has an indissoluble bond with Yan, a great calligrapher in Qing Dynasty. His inscription "The First Stone of Qian Shan" was inspired by this wise man. In addition, you will also see the top of the mountain lying on your back, which is as high as 10,000 meters, making it the most "10,000-meter reclining Buddha" in the world. For thousands of years, people all over the world have worshipped Fan Jingshan as a giant Buddha, and the mountain is a Buddha, and the Buddha is a mountain. Taking the mountain peak as the benchmark, as Du Fu said, "Other mountains are dwarfs in the world." . Sometimes, there are clouds under the mountain, just like being in a fairyland. Through the layers of clouds, the peaks stand tall. Among them, the most striking thing is the Hongyun Jinding, which is soaring into the sky. Nature has split it into two parts, and the oil bridge connects the two peaks. There is a temple on each side, dedicated to Buddha Sakyamuni and Maitreya. Because red clouds are always there, they are called "auspicious jinding". If you are lucky, you may even see the Buddha's light!
I once had a deep yearning for taking off the Wujiang Qinglong between Wuling Mountains. I finally caught a glimpse of her that summer vacation. My father and I put aside our worries about study and work and went down the Wujiang River in a small boat. The water in Wujiang River is really green, reflecting the green hills on both sides, like dye, and dyeing the river green; The water in Wujiang River is so clear, and the fish at the bottom are chasing each other, so happy. The water in Wujiang River is so quiet, just like a shiny plane mirror. The water in Wujiang River is really beautiful. In the morning, she looks like a fairy among flowers, wearing a blue tulle, which is very beautiful. With such beautiful scenery, my father couldn't help singing Tujia folk songs: "... I'll wait for you in Wujiang Gorge ..." Under my father's influence, I couldn't help humming and playing music for us with a pick flapping on the water. Not to be outdone, the birds in the mountains sang with us.
Wuling Mountain is famous for its national nature reserves such as Fan Jing, Mayang River and Wujiang Canyon. Wuling Mountain is magical because of Tujia ethnic customs. Wuling Mountain is a place where Tujia people in China rest and recuperate, and it is the home where Tujia people have worked hard for generations.
Wuling Mountain, we are wonderful because of you, we are proud of you, we are proud of you!
When I was a senior one, I wrote an 800-word landscape composition with two notes, three flutes, a pond full of red lotus and a white teacup. I'm not talking about you, my lovely hometown-Linzi.
You are hiding in a small corner in the southeast, with picturesque eyes and delicate tactfulness. When swallows dragged their black tails and cut out Salix, a large area of bright rape flowers began to bloom wantonly, and the dreamy colors like sunshine dyed layers of halo in their eyes. The jumping bright yellow block is shocking, the whole city sweeps the pool, and the former desolation is covered up without a trace. The wind caressed the flower sea in a low voice, entangled with the flowers, regardless of each other. Falling flowers are like a lifetime of rain, slightly showing the waves of waterways. Many sunny afternoons, I lay in the flowers, slept with a pillow, clung to this land and lost track of time.
When cicadas rang through the midsummer afternoon, you smiled brightly in a lush green. White light poured down from the top of your head, but it was blocked by those lush leaves. The top of the tree hung loosely was sinking and expanding, and light and heat came up together, making people sleepy. However, it is a different scene in the shade. The escaping skylight slid down the fisherman's sharp shoulder line, dissolved in the water and rippled into his eyes. The fisherman only has a yellow bamboo pole in his hand and a silver paper clip tied with white thread. With a wave of his arm, the needle plunged into the water and waited quietly for the arrival of the fish. They sat quietly like sculptures, always with a satisfied and gentle smile on their faces.
Under the high sky in autumn, you don't have dazzling maple leaves burning all over Fiona Fang for miles, but there are thousands of trees whose yellow leaves are like butterflies with broken strings. Ginkgo biloba is silent, the silver leaves dance wildly, and the cool air is filled with a slightly bitter taste of Ginkgo biloba, which is suspended in mid-air, entangled with kitchen smoke, and entangled with the hearts of returning wanderers, so the eyes are instantly moist, and the hot tears fall with twists and turns. Happiness in the depths of the wheat field is unbeaten. In the twilight, a few rays of dim light leaked in from the window, igniting the remaining passion of autumn and the warm smile on people's lips.
In winter, you shed all the gaudy clothes, revealing the original simple appearance, no color, but you are still beautiful. The bare branches pierced the sky, with special tension, and the cold wind blew through the empty leaves. Stepping on the hard black soil made my mind suddenly enlightened. Several children ran to me happily, and the crisp voice spilled all the way. They held the rough kite string tightly in their hands and sent the poor kite into the sky. As they ran, they looked up at kites flying in the air like flags, full of satisfaction and happiness. For an instant, I suddenly remembered the children's paradise in Peter Pan-uninhabited island. Woods, are you a real uninhabited island that almost loses its voice?
Linzi, I packed all my memories about you and took them away. No matter where I am, your name always beats in my chest with a warm heart, which involves a period of missing and whispering repeatedly in my dream.
I think that when I am old and have nothing, only you can give me a yearning for cooking smoke, a fragrant flower in the courtyard and a warm home. Hold me in your arms and let me dream of you and me again.
Writing Landscape Composition in Senior One 800 words 3 Before the heating stopped at home, the weather was getting warmer and warmer, so I wrote landscape composition in spring. Quiet for a winter, we are busy again, the grass is also busy, still so bright green, flowers are always so dazzling. But, it's warm. The seeds sown in advance also germinated slowly. I served them carefully, for fear that something might go wrong. The willows next to the playground are sprouting, and the birds are back. They are so excited that they keep barking and always show their feelings, for fear that others will not know that they are the same.
I can't tell you how I feel about spring, but I really hope to come earlier. I can't stand the cold in the middle of winter and I don't like the heat in summer. The fragrance of spring is gentle. At least I like spring breeze very much. It blew gently on my face. Take a deep breath, it has a fresh taste. After the spring rain, it can be called a fairyland. Walking on the path, the smell of soil comes to the nose, as well as the smell of roses. Just a faint taste, but it gripped my heart. I always thought I was a sick child, allergic in summer, coughing in autumn and having a fever in winter. Only spring, okay. I have always had hope for spring. Even think that spring is heaven. Ironically, I also bicker with children who hate spring. From now on, we will never pay attention to each other again.
I like to do many things in spring. Reading quietly, flying kites with friends, lying on the playground watching the sky, walking hand in hand on the road, many, many. As for reading, I like reading in the afternoon. Because the sun was warmer then. Next to me is my favorite bubble tea, addicted to heroes. I have no habit of taking a nap. I think it's a waste of sunshine. So you have to supplement it yourself. As the saying goes, "A year's plan lies in spring." Tell the truth. This is what I like. So make up your knowledge quickly and don't waste this wonderful time. Reading turned out to be good. In my own world, I read my favorite books. Accompanied by sunshine, I am not afraid to feel the charm of words quietly.
Of course, I also like flying kites with my good friends. With the wind, a man ran ahead with a spool. A man ran after him with a kite. Even if the action is wrong, I am still very happy. At least, this is our own kite. I'm glad to see my kite flying high. The light blue sky sets off beige kites, and there are companions in the sky from time to time, and people underground look up. This is the so-called happiness, very simple. My understanding of happiness is very simple, junior high school composition "Writing Spring Scenery". Do what you like and be with the person you like, and you will be happy.
The naughty brother clamored to go out, so he had to accompany him and walk with his little hands. Play slides and swings together. I remember my brother saying that he likes spring, too, because of bloom. Children are children. In any case, they will only do what they want to do. Think what you think. Walking to the river, my brother clamored to play with water, but I refused. He also naively said that Sister Chun was here, and she would protect my feet from freezing! I pretended to be angry, smiled and said to him, "You can only grow up if you have a bright future. Brother doesn't understand. Just blink right there.
For the first time, I know that the spring in my child's heart is like this. I will regard spring as an angel to protect myself. Ha ha. I laughed at them and laughed at their innocence. I'm afraid it was the same when I was a child. Sister Chun, what a lovely name. Maybe only children can scream. Children in spring are always so lively and lovely.
Look back inadvertently. Hmm. Spring has really come. Look! Peach blossoms in full bloom are just a smile in spring.
Autumn has come before you know it. When I opened the window in the morning, the biting cold wind blew head-on, as if freezing my heart. As usual, I got dressed and rushed out of the house to do morning exercises. I experienced the feeling of autumn by the way. A cool breeze disturbed my thoughts. I tightened my clothes and ran on. It's not too cold now. My hometown is beautiful in autumn and the weather is very cool. Sitting under a big tree at noon, an autumn wind blew away the sultry summer and all the troubles in people's hearts.
The wind is very refreshing, and it is refreshing to blow from head to toe. Looking at the fields in my hometown, Huang Cancan's green fruits and vegetables are all ripe and beautiful! During this busy farming season, farmers have no time to appreciate and patronize autumn scenery and are busy with the autumn harvest. When I was a child, my mother always cooked a pot of porridge and baked some sugar cakes that I loved every morning. After everything was packed, my mother took me to the field to get married, and my parents were busy harvesting.
And I sat on the ground eating cakes and drinking millet porridge. It's comfortable to watch the harvest of crops in the distance. Every autumn, I always sit under a tree, feeling the coolness of autumn and recalling the autumn of my childhood. Hey, I really don't know when I can go back to my long-lost childhood and hometown to experience and feel the feeling of autumn! I love autumn wind, everything in autumn, and autumn in my hometown!
Desolate valleys are always depressed, and dead branches and leaves float at the foot of the mountain, which is desolate.
When I was a child, I often went to play in that dry mountain with my playmates. When I look at the yellow of a mountain, I always feel that the cold wind is threatening me. Whenever you look at it from a distance, it is hard to make people feel cool and slightly sad. I saw that the drying river bed was pulled from the mountain. On the beaches on both sides of the river, the stones have begun to turn white. I didn't hear the murmur of running water, but I heard the drip of a small pond. Look, the moss on the cliff has rotted and stinks. Looking at the crack on the cliff, it seems that it was cut by a knife, and Alice did not hesitate. There are withered and loose stone crevices on the hillside, as if they are raising stronger life to decorate themselves. There is also a small concave pool under the dark stone cover, and the water inside is extremely turbid, and water is still flowing on the stone wall.
Going up to see it is more quiet and makes people want to look back. I don't know if I'm used to it. I feel so tired. I can't help but sigh, where is the beauty? I stood quietly, wondering when I could see all the flowers in the two Gorges. Spring seems to add only a little green, just to ease people's eyes. The dry river seems to make a playful sound. On the cliff, there is a branch, green in color and dotted with faint red. Although it is an organic whole, it is "two bloom flowers, one each"! Different poses make people feel very happy. Looking at the endless mountains, it seems that there is a layer of spun yarn, which gives me the feeling of being extremely feminine. I seem to see a Chinese painting with clear lines. The artistic conception is elegant and only makes people remember it. But why have you never felt it before? If you must be so calm to find out, then if everything here is like this, why have you never felt it? Young and impetuous, if you are always so calm and indifferent, I'm afraid everything here is boring. Xiao Suo, who used to be in this place, looks the same now. Looking at the black vines around the mountain arm, from time to time, two bluebirds will fly and cry, leaving their voices echoing in the valley and then quietly leaving.
When I came out of the valley, I still looked so ugly at the riddled mountain surface, but why is it completely different inside? I still remember my ignorance when I was an urchin, but my feeling about it has changed. The riddled mountain face makes me feel extremely warm. On this bleak face, I seem to see everything again. I found a quick feeling, a happy taste, fragrant and sweet. The valley gradually walked behind me without looking back. I also endure not to look back, but my heart is always itchy and crunchy. Just then, there was the cry of bluebirds in the valley, and I still couldn't help it. When I look back, "Ah, how vicissitudes", why is it so beautiful?
Senior one, 800 words and 5 words start, and the end is not clear. Stop, the end extends into the distance; The ending is like a mist, which makes me crazy and a little confused.
After the rain, the promenade exudes the fragrance of wood, leaning against Hu Meng Lake. Like a child who just woke up, he was too lazy to get up. Walking along this corridor, I saw a crystal clear lake. When I walked in, it was a group of golden and red fish. They swam around in the water, swimming in the same direction in droves. I followed them as if I were a small fish. Occasionally, small fish can't keep up, are left behind, and then swim in the opposite direction, so they are abandoned. Looking back at those lonely figures, I paused ... turned my head and walked on.
With the school of fish, I suddenly saw a lotus leaf and lotus flower. Exquisite and small water lilies lying on the lake, "out of the mud without dyeing, playing violets without demon", are still so pure and beautiful without external influence. Look at the lotus leaf again, like a green plate attached to the lake, with a pearl in it, tumbling and swaying in the green plate with the wind, like a naughty child, accidentally falling into the lake, causing ripples.
I followed the ripples until the waterline disappeared and I couldn't find the original trace anymore. Water drops fall into the lake, whose tears are those?
Look up, this is a fork. One is very short, maybe he will walk out of the corridor soon; There seems to be no end to the other road. After wandering, I decided to continue walking along the corridor and pursue its destination.
The road is steeper and higher, and the steps are waiting for me. Even if I walk slowly, I will finish, because the end of the corridor is calling me. Looking up, I have gone through that rugged and dangerous road, and there is only a long road in front of me. Without the shelter of trees, the sunshine filled the promenade and looked sacred. The promenade seems to be composed of countless doors, so it is simply repeated, repeated all the time-the promenade, and I have been simply repeating-that is, learning.
I have never touched the end of you, but I have been walking on this road. You are a corner of this beautiful campus, standing in the Dream Lake. Time has not faded your color, nor dispelled your fragrance, but only made you immortal and shine.
Everything is as I wish. This is our campus, and this is the promenade on Menghu Lake.
The morning glow will cover half the sky brilliantly, and the breeze will blow up the heart that yearns for nature. Two lines of bare footprints have been left on a winding field path leading to the depths of Shan Ye. ...
Spring pokes its head out from the willow branches early, revealing a touch of new green, vividly depicting the gesture of "a few trees are newly green and amorous feelings are fascinated by spring". The willows swaying gently with the wind "sway to provoke the wind to blow, and the embankment is softer than silk", "learn to dance and turn sleeves, show makeup and show eyebrows", showing a bit of stubbornness in weakness, just like a fairy with a new green kiss-xiu, swaying the affection of spring and reflecting the brilliant golden light, and those endless capers are gradually amplified in the songs of birds.
Through thick eyelashes, I see spring blooming quietly in the branches, one by one, one by one ... pink eyes dancing in Shan Ye. The profusion in romance is fascinating, and the breath of spring in fragrance is getting stronger and stronger. If you look carefully, the feeling that "peach blossoms still smile at the spring breeze" rises rapidly in magnificence. The blooming flowers reflect the blazing sunshine, just like a shy girl's pink smile, which makes your clear eyes full of a touch of gorgeous colors.
A trickle jumps into your eyes and washes away trivial dust in your mind. The spring water wrapped in water plays with grotesque stones and elegant aquatic plants, large and small. It can't be said that "the water is blue and green, and thousands of feet bottoms out", but "fine stones can swim and look directly at it" is also clear. Smart fish become more and more lively in spring, swinging their fins lightly and jumping back and forth in search of poetic artistic conception. The gurgling water sings all the way, and the beautiful images of flowers and trees on both sides of the strait are printed on the water, which are colorful and dazzling, just like the vivid interpretation of a dynamic documentary. The four seasons in the mountains, the passage of time, are recorded by it, presented in front of you and me, standing quietly and watching silently. Thousands of years of changes disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving only silent complaints and meaningful sighs.
The deep mountain has changed back to spring clothes, standing by the stream and under the blue sky, like an old man with a good face, who has been silently guarding the land he loves at his feet for thousands of years. It is calm and wise, listening to the long singing of the stream, enjoying the other gorgeous peach blossoms and savoring the ingenious dialogue of birds. Loneliness never seems to enter its territory. Listen! The rustling wind is a friend's affectionate call to it, and the rustling leaves are its excited response.
The clarity of the blue sky corresponds to the green of the green hills, pure, deep and serene. Indulge in this blue, you will think, is it the vastness of Wang Yang, the glittering and translucent gem, or another luxury of silk? The wild geese in the south and the Changfeng in the north left strong vitality on this blue, and the rosy thoughts quietly turned into smiling blessings here, drifting away with the whiteness of white clouds. ...
When walking, the footprints coming and going on the path tell an unforgettable feeling in the colorful sunset. My eyes are still full of beauty, and my heart is still full of nostalgia!
In July, Qiu Lai wrote an 800-word landscape composition in Senior One. She used her charming face and elegant dance steps to drive away the coolness of summer and dispel my anxiety.
Autumn in my dream is picturesque.
If spring is the messenger of life, summer is the messenger of growth, and winter is the messenger of death, then autumn is the messenger of harvest. If the autumn in front of us is beautiful, the autumn in my dream is even more beautiful.
Qiu came in wearing her charming dress. Look, her hair is as red as a maple leaf and silky as a wisp; Her eyes are as clear as the lake, blue and shining with blue waves; Her mouth is like a cherry, small and red; Her face is always red, and people can't help but want to take a bite; Her dance steps are always so light and intoxicating that I am crazy about them. ......
When she came here, she exuded the joy of harvest. She told me that her dowry was a dime a dozen: she wore the largest and sweetest purple grape necklace and strawberry earrings in the world; Face with the lake and the afterglow of the sunset reflected blush; She also has a crown made of golden corn kernels. She is so beautiful and charming!
She is not as bleak as Ma Zhiyuan's eyes, such as "a dead vine with a faint cry, a small bridge with flowing water, an ancient road with a thin horse"; There is no "bleak autumn wind" in Cao Mengde's eyes, only the scene of harvest.
I listened attentively to her words, and she gently told me that in her home, there was neither a lively and dreamy Chunjie nor a spirited Xiage, nor a lifeless and deserted Aunt Dong. All she has is maple leaves and fruits, and she has an elusive beauty.
Her arrival gave us great hope. But she not only gave us hope, but also gained the traditional virtues of the Chinese nation, such as modesty. ......
The autumn in the dream disappeared with a cry of "daughter". The earth needs her help. Spring helps Mother Earth sow hope, summer helps Mother Earth grow rapidly, autumn helps Mother Earth harvest fruits, and winter covers Mother Earth with ice and snow to help her get rid of pests in the field and prepare for sowing in the coming year.
No matter how autumn changes, she is beautiful in my eyes, a hazy beauty and an unpredictable beauty. ......
The beauty and charm of autumn add icing on the cake to the earth and many smiles to the farmers' uncles.
Senior one wrote an 800-word landscape composition, 8 Cuihu Lake. What an intoxicating name! Green lake, green grass, green duckweed, green tree, ah, this is simply a green world! I can't help thinking of the ancient poem "Spring Breeze is Green in Jiang Nanan". How well a green word is used here. Green, full of vitality and symbolizing youth, has brought infinite vitality to the earth and brought people the joy of the Spring Festival.
In life, green always attracts me, as if there is a force that draws me closer to it.
This afternoon, I came to Cuihu again, strolled through the stone arch bridge and sat on the stone bench next to the West Lake embankment. On the lake, duckweed is like a gem carved by jade, exquisitely carved, with a green xx flower and several small yellow flowers lying stretched out on it, looking from a distance, like a meadow with flowers in full bloom. I can't help thinking how comfortable it would be if I could lie on it, pillow the green grass, join the ranks of small yellow flowers and look up at the blue sky and white clouds together.
Turning your eyes, you can see the red walls and corner pavilions hidden by lush trees in the distance. Under the sunlight, the green glazed tiles shine like an elegant watercolor painting. This attracted me, so I walked there. It turns out that this is a newly-built pavilion. On both sides of the gate, there are a pair of couplets separating the city from the Buddhist world, and the balcony is wonderful in Yunshui Town. This is indeed a fairyland. I wandered in this fairyland, watching the lake, flowers, fountains and fish swimming. Everything is so beautiful and pleasing to the eye. In particular, the long corridors, ten steps and one pavilion, five steps and one song, carved beams and painted buildings, are colorful. The Daguanlou in Xishan, Taihua Temple and Jin Dian all have such cloisters. According to my mother, the Summer Palace in Beijing also has such a cloister, but the scale is larger and the decoration is more gorgeous than here. However, the cloister of Cuihu Lake also has its own unique flavor, small and elegant, occupying a faint scent and antique color, especially surrounded by green water and trees, which is more lively. I am completely intoxicated with this poetic realm.
Walking into Shuiyuexuan, there is a lotus pond. Through the clear lake, you can see the green grass at the bottom of the lake, which is as graceful as a carpet, and the lotus leaf like a jade plate is like a flower embroidered on a green carpet! At this time, it began to rain in Mao Mao, and beads of rain sprinkled on the wide lotus leaves. Rolling around, it's beautiful .. The breeze is blowing, and the lotus leaves are shaking gently. It's like saying to me: what a beautiful, green world!
The green lake in the rain is greener. Looking at trees and water, duckweed and lotus leaves through the rain curtain, I seem to think that the rain in Cuihu Lake is green, too. It washed away all the dust on the leaves, and I was completely surrounded by this emerald green ocean.
I thought, am I not a seedling in this green world? In the future, I must decorate my motherland better.
The water in my hometown is quiet and elegant like a girl. It always flows slowly, but it is smart and winding, like the same green and blue ribbon, drifting into the distance. From a distance, water seems to be integrated with the sky, and it is impossible to tell where the sky is and where the water is. Only a red sun hangs on the horizon.
When I was a child, every evening, I was eating snacks, holding my mother's hand, laughing loudly, looking at the little moon in the sky, and I couldn't help but ask stupidly, "Can the moon eat?" Looking at the bright moon today, my mind has evoked countless memories of the past.
The fog in the city in the morning is milky white and hazy. When I get up in the morning, the first thing I see is the white world. There are only a few cars on the road, and people are walking on the road, like stepping on white clouds, and the whole person is immersed in white fog. River bridges, buildings and rivers and lakes are all mysterious.
The ancient Tongji Bridge, located on both sides of Yaojiang River, has a history of hundreds of years. The knife of the years is engraved on her, which makes her look particularly old. Although she wears clothes made of moss, the ancient Tongji Bridge is still full of vitality. Under the bridge, the water flows slowly; On the bridge, people move quickly. Several stone lions on the bridge are her loyal guardians, holding their heads high like giants and looking into the distance. Maybe they are thinking about the past and the future. The Shunjiang building in the north of the bridge is antique, and it looks like an ancient lady in my eyes. The whole building exudes a sense of history. Crossing the bridge from north to south, you can see the bustling Nanlei Road, where there is a commercial street and dazzling shops of all sizes. Crossing Tongji Bridge is like going from ancient times to modern times and from modern times to the future.
I love my hometown! There are clear Yaojiang River, ancient Tongji Bridge and many beautiful scenery here. Although it is not the most beautiful in the world, I love it!
My hometown is a small town in eastern Zhejiang, and it is a happy city. People get together talking and laughing, so lively! In our hometown, people's happiness index is quite high. Yaocheng people work hard and live a happy life. The water is gurgling and the fog has not dispersed. I really want to shout "I love my hometown!" " "
The sky floating with fallen leaves is full of leisure for those who appreciate the beautiful scenery; For the lost people, it is an environment to comfort them and their hearts.
Autumn, autumn season. The cool autumn wind blows with coolness and penetrates people's hearts. Only in Shan Ye can desolation be covered by people's laughter. All the fruits are ripe, and the dew on my body is the sweat after hardships, which brings people the sweetness after the results. Then there was a scene of colorful leaves.
During the day, after being laughed at and left behind, walking in the jungle, the fallen leaves danced like butterflies, shedding loneliness and sadness; Just like a ship without a rudder, it lost its way in the sea, fell slowly, and carefully looked for the direction of the exit. When it falls, its color blends with the soil. When people step on it, they only hear the crisp sound, which floats slightly in their ears and ends their lives. Once he stood on a thick branch and decorated nature with his companions to welcome the "bright pearl" in the morning and use it to inlay the green fields. The fallen leaves in front of me did not block the way forward. I secretly vent all my feelings here.
Only here can one's soul be comforted. Sitting in a chair, looking at the scene in front of me, recalling the scene when I was sad. The white clouds in the blue sky have disappeared, leaving behind the blue sky, which brings infinite reverie. All the silence, let yourself be there. Gradually, the voice of soliloquy became lower. When the sun was about to set, a gentle ray of sunshine shone on my face, which gave me confidence again. I believe in myself, I will overcome the difficulties, walk on the wet soil and walk on my way home.
People who enjoy the cool there sit in chairs and talk about their family life with others. Night enveloped the earth unconsciously. A bright moon hangs in the sky, and the bright moon is set off by the night. The twinkling stars seem to have untold secrets to tell us, so we can use them in various ways. The bright moonlight pours on the earth like milk. Leaves fall and float in the stream. The reappearance of lonely atmosphere is poetic for poets, and it is the destination of missing and sadness for sad people.
Looking from a distance, it is the rising sun. The cool morning breeze swept my red cheeks, and there was a morbid laziness in my sleepy eyes. The leaves are falling slowly, and countless bodies are already on high places, longing for life. Fallen leaves float across the sky, bringing starlight, sad and comforting words.
The fallen leaves floating in the sky are so quiet that people's inner worries and troubles can be revealed. Let people have confidence and walk into infinite reverie. When the sun goes down, walk out of your inner sadness.
The fallen leaves floating across the sky can not show the beautiful sky, but can decorate a confident life.