Colors in my eyes Although there are all kinds of colors in my eyes, they are all gorgeous. They make up my colorful life.
I like green. When I see green, I will think of my paradise. My paradise is the vegetable field in my backyard, which is full of green spinach and rape ... There are mulberry trees and locust trees with dense shade on the ground, and I will chase and fight with my neighbor's children every holiday. Whenever troubles come, I go for a walk in the vegetable field and have a heart-to-heart talk with those vegetables. At this time, the green everywhere is like handfuls of huge green umbrellas, covering the hot summer sun and blocking the cold winter wind ... If you ask me what happiness is, the mood at this time is the best answer.
I like red. When I see red, I think of my red house. Once upon a time, the floor was rattled by me. Once upon a time, I sat on the threshold and recited 300 Tang poems, and frogs and crickets joined in. Once upon a time, there was a cheerful song in the house ... Looking at the sacred red in my mind, I understood what happiness was. ...
I like white. As soon as I see white, I think of delicious white soybean milk. Early in the morning, my grandmother called me to drink soy milk made by her own hands. My neighbor and I sat in a row, enjoying the faint smell of soybean milk. Through the rising and spreading heat, I saw grandma's eyes narrowed into a crack and her weather-beaten face, drinking soybean milk that was sweet to my heart. I seem to understand what happiness is. ...
Now I have a soft spot for white. When I was in the ninth grade, I abandoned everything and began to pursue my ideals without distractions. So, I became pure and concise. Since then, white has remained in my heart.
Each of us is surrounded by different colors, which interweave with each other to form a seemingly simple but colorful world. Through the colors in my eyes, I see that life is so colorful and beautiful!
The most important feature of the famous teacher's comments on this article is its sincere feelings and profound infection. The author used various colors to form memories of life and painted a picture of past life for us. The author is not only narrating, but integrating his feelings into it. For example, "If you ask me what happiness is, the mood at this time is the best answer" shows the author's infinite nostalgia for childhood. For another example, "I saw grandma's eyes narrowed into a crack and her weather-beaten face, and I seemed to understand what happiness was, drinking soybean milk that was always sweet to my heart", which showed the author's gratitude to her and feelings about happiness.
"Never go far" At noon in the country, it is very quiet. Lying on the greasy mat, the hot air rolled wave after wave, making it difficult for me to sleep. Quiet, very quiet, the wind blows over the leaves, and everyone can hear it clearly. Tossing and turning, suddenly heard the west end of the yard, there were waves of subtle voices.
"Goo goo, goo goo, goo goo …" It comes from a row of pine trees beside the yard. Pine trees are dense and lush, and many birds live on them. At this moment, the birds are enjoying the joy of noon and singing wildly. With the cooing, I turned over again and fell asleep.
Back in the city, I never heard that magical voice again. During the day, the toll collector and the owner shouted at each other on the road downstairs; The old man pedaled three rounds, tirelessly shouting in the loudspeaker, collecting old TV sets, old refrigerators and long hair; At night, the smoke from the barbecue stall downstairs is rolling, and young people are drinking beer and planning state affairs; There are even neighbors who are drunk and come back to sing. I shut the window tightly to cut off all the noise and the sounds of nature.
Goo goo, where have you been? Why can't I see you? Another morning, I woke up early, the alarm clock didn't go off, it was only five o'clock. A ray of fresh sunshine came through the curtain. I simply open the curtains and windows and let the sweet sunshine like fresh juice flow into my room to welcome the beauty of this morning.
Suddenly, a "goo goo" gently floated to my ear. It's goo goo! Surprised and happy, I put my head out of the window and tried my best to see the faces of the "goo goo". However, a few lush trees hid the singers very close. I have to sit down and enjoy the fresh beauty alone.
I didn't expect this long-lost "goo goo" to never go far. This "goo goo" sound, like a cluster of clear springs, is clear and comfortable. This kind of "goo goo" sound is like a long drought, which is refreshing. This "goo goo" sound is like a breeze among bamboo forests, and the leaves are swaying. This "goo goo" sound is like a glass of sweet wine with old friends, which is quite elegant. Long time no see, goo goo. "Goo goo", long time no see!
Thank you for the silence this morning, which gave me a chance to hug this long-lost "goo goo" and realize that the lovely "goo goo" has never gone far! Perhaps it is the noise of the city that makes us unwilling to hear this natural sound. Perhaps it is the busy life in grade three that keeps us from hearing the whispers of nature. How many natural voices are masked by noise and blocked by complicated affairs, and how many voices we regret lurk around and never go far? "Goo goo", so you haven't gone far.
"Ding-ding-ding-dong-dong ..." The alarm clock sounded "wonderful" music. The parents in the other room woke up and asked, "Did you sleep well, son?"
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The appreciation of this article is very small and profound. Who hasn't heard the cooing of birds? In this paper, the familiar things around us are tightly locked in the topic, which solves the first difficulty of composition and shows ingenuity and originality in material selection. What is particularly commendable is that in the common materials, I skillfully integrated my own feelings and thoughts on life. There is even a certain philosophy at the end of the article. Yes, the' beauty' of life is around us, and we can't let the' complicated affairs' block the' sounds of nature'. In writing, the author selects several fragments to create a strong sense of picture, and pays attention to describing them in different ways, rather than simply describing them, which makes people feel unfinished after reading them.
That's all I made up, plus appreciation. Thank you for reading.