The sky has already revealed the pink dawn, and the color has gradually deepened, from orange to light red, and the light red has gradually deepened. Now it is red, now it is golden, now it is half purple and half yellow, and some can't say it, and some colors that have never been seen before are really colorful. The shape of the morning glow changes endlessly, some are like an eagle spreading its wings and some are flying in the air like a red scarf.
Sunset
Some people like the stars in the sky, some people like the bright moon, and some people like the sun like a fireball. But I like the colorful sunset glow.
the sunset glow is picturesque and refreshing. Whenever I enjoy the sunset glow alone, the sunset glow like a fairyland can always make me forget the troubles and fatigue of the day and put me in another world.
The sunset glow is like a painter adjusting colors in a palette. When he adjusts them, the most beautiful scene in the sunset glow also appears before our eyes. There was a "raging fire" in the endless western sky. At this moment, the fire brigade arrived and they immediately put out the fire. As the sun set, the fire became smaller and smaller.
when the sun has completely set on the western mountain, the flaming sunset glow has also put away its last ray of light with people's laughter.
Spring Breeze
People always appreciate the joy that spring brings to the world, but they just boast that spring is good and wonderful, but they don't know that it is the spring breeze that makes everything in the world come back to life and vitality. Spring breeze can travel freely in every corner of the world, unlimited, and bring endless vitality and immortal laughter to that corner. Spring breeze has no name. But ..... when the spring breeze drifted over the treetops, it inadvertently disturbed the sleeping old tree, and the old tree began to grow small buds; But when it was playing casually and flying over the grass, it accidentally touched the grass, so the grass began to greet it enthusiastically; The spring breeze cheered up and began to deliberately awaken the flowers, trees, fish, insects, birds and animals that were almost unconscious in the long winter. Since then, it has had this nice name-Spring Breeze. Although the spring breeze wakes up the spring jasmine, the spring breeze doesn't care that others let it be the messenger of spring, because the spring jasmine is the best friend of the spring breeze, and the spring breeze always wakes it up first. Therefore, the winter jasmine was the first to bloom, and the first to show the vitality brought by the spring breeze to people. At this time, people always don't guess who woke up the flower, and everyone kept praising how beautiful the beige winter jasmine was. Whenever the spring breeze sees people praising its good friends, it always smiles with relief and goes to other places to "do good deeds". Spring breeze, it is soft and warm. It is not like the sultry cool wind in summer, the cold autumn wind in autumn, or the biting cold wind in winter. Spring breeze, just spring breeze, has its own characteristics, which others do not have. Spring breeze is selfless, and it serves everything in obscurity; Spring breeze is modest, others praise it, compatriots praise it, it always smiles and says that it is not good, and then goes to work enthusiastically; Spring breeze is beautiful, it has its own unique temperament, unlike cool breeze, which always makes people feel uncomfortable, unlike autumn breeze, which is ruthless, and even less like cold wind, which bullies others. It always considers others and mixes the most comfortable colors and temperatures. Isn't the spring breeze a close-up of our great people's teachers? It is as obscure, enthusiastic and selfless as a teacher. Teachers always think of our students, tailor-made learning plans for us, and even wish to pour knowledge directly into our heads. They don't want us to become useful as soon as possible so as to build our motherland! And the silk-worms of spring will weave until they die, and every night the candles will weep their wicks away. This famous sentence, which has been told through the ages, depicts our great people's teacher? I think so, because this sentence is used on teachers, and they deserve it. How great it is that they have devoted their lives to cultivating us stubborn students. From the moment they make up their minds to be teachers, they can only hold us students in their hearts. Teacher, this is a sacred title. Being a teacher is an arduous task. It bears the future of the motherland and the hope of the nation. Only with enough courage and strength can we afford this heavy burden. Spring breeze-teachers, what a bright proportion, what a great spring breeze, it accompanies teachers, goes through year after year, repeating their simple and happy tasks.
Spring Rain
There have just been a few drizzles. This spring rain, like an envoy sent by Miss Chun, came to the world with spring in the New Year.
The spring rain fell in the wheat field. After a winter's rest, the green wheat seedlings opened their relaxed sleep and revealed their little green heads. In the breeze and drizzle, the wheat seedlings stretched their short bodies heartily and enjoyed the first gift that Miss Chun gave them-the spring rain.
The spring rain falls in the pond, and the ice in the pond has melted. The fish turn their bodies freely in the pond, and they swim to the surface, jumping and enjoying the bath of the spring rain. The frogs in the pond, after a winter, jumped ashore from the water and let the spring rain fall on their bodies. They jumped into the water from the shore for a while, and then jumped from the water to the shore. From time to time, he cried happily: "Goo-goo, Goo-goo-goo". The spring rain has added a lot of vitality to the pond.
the spring rain fell in the Woods. After a winter, the forest is full of yellow soil and the trees are bare. After a spring, it looks like a stain. The Woods seem to have taken off their winter clothes and put on the spring clothes made for them by Miss Chun. The spring rain added a bit of "green" to the forest.
the spring rain falls on the lawn. The grass changed from yellow to green after a spring rain. Green is fresh, green is lovely, and it looks full of vitality. On the side of the willows, thousands of willows with yellow leaves are also spread out, floating in the wind. Spring rain brings infinite vitality to grassland and willow.
ah! Spring rain, you are the messenger sent by Miss Chun, bringing infinite vitality to our land! Spring Rain You are the prelude to the hymn of spring, and you have devoted all your strength to the earth.
spring rain! I love you!
The fog dispersed (together)
It has been foggy for a week in succession in this city. The weather forecast has been saying that fog reduces the visibility of the air and the plane takes off on time. The fog suddenly increased the number of sick people, and the hospital was crowded.
riding on the road in the morning is like a nightmare of endless fog. People in it, as if they were no longer real, fell into an infinite void in a daze. The air is stagnant, and when inhaled into the lungs, it has a slightly spicy feeling. Most pedestrians who passed by wore masks, and only a pair of eyes were exposed, which increased the sense of ambiguity in the fog. Looking back and forth, I can't see the figure clearly five meters away. People walking through the fog, surrounded by chaos, looked up at the tree, with a thin layer of fog hanging, furry, like a pair of lazy sleeping eyes. From time to time, there are cyclists rushing from behind, and the hurried back is ghostly and blurred in an instant. People in it are like being held in warm arms, because the eyes can't see clearly, because the light can't pass through, and the vision is hazy. Under the cover of fog, people can imagine freely and act spontaneously. People are in the fog, and the fog is in the dream. At that time, they don't know the truth.
when crossing the road, the thrilling and roaring vehicles on weekdays are hidden in the white fog and slowly move forward. Faded the sharp and true side, generous and peaceful, and no longer sharp-edged. Far away, I only saw the lights on, vaguely, like lanterns beaten by snow in festivals, which are no longer bright. Everything sinks in the fog, and if there is nothing, it will be easy. Riding a bike diagonally across the street, I was a little distracted for a while and slowed down unconsciously. When the car lights suddenly lit up in front of us, I found that I was almost tangent to the vehicle, and I couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, and people woke up from their dreams. Look at the dense fog, which is still spreading slowly. The morning fog behind me is misty, and it is a blur five meters away.
The front is still misty, and the fog doesn't mean to stop. I always thought that after a few steps, the ambiguity would eventually be clear. Approaching hopefully, clear steps become a new starting point, the road stretches under your feet, and the front is still empty and misty. Everything in the fog is like a confusing game, which tempts you to stop moving forward, get out of one fog and enter another.
Xi Murong's poem suddenly flooded into my mind:
When the fog started,
I was in your arms
The forest was full of moist fragrance
The youth time that was constantly being reproduced
After the fog cleared, it was a lifetime
The mountains and lakes were quiet
Only that
was among thousands of people. Walking on the road, I was lost in the fog ...