Once the scenery, is still looking for a bright road, bow their heads and smile. After that rainy day, it was a sunny summer, warm breeze, subtle reminder, wordless touch, sincerity and enthusiasm. ...
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Outside the east window, the riverbank burns incense and is foggy; The west gate is shaded by trees. Cicada's impudence makes me hot, July, good mood, July, let summer shine, leave the deepest warmth and store it in the cold winter.
Hot summer can always bring some lasting memories, or the popularity of rain companions hides too much unknown romance, or the peers walk together in the same city jungle, where there are many songs and laughter. Will you inadvertently think of it?
The summer wind, passing by, is always refreshing and relieves the heat.
Summer rain, the slightest drop, always has a touch of freshness, which will restore the soul.
Summer nights are long and clear, and it is rare to be so elegant. I will knock down my blessing in the form of words and give it to you-I wish you peace and health!
For a long time, I haven't used words to describe the wonderful moments in the artistic conception, and time has passed. Too fast, I can't help but recall that I have moved to another higher starting point.
We have chosen too many roads ourselves. Since you have chosen to be unique in the world, you can only see the difference between tomorrow and today by exerting your wisdom and strength, and it is worth paying. I firmly believe that it is the best.
The sadness and loneliness in June is because a gene called sex has been lost in our hearts.
In July, I was in a good mood. The morning sunshine warmed the air through the glass under the reflection of marble. Occasionally, mechanical wind is passed through the door by an electric fan, which is mixed with the smell of Juncus on the street corner. I can't wait to experience the taste of this summer and let the whole body and mind bathe in that elegant and warm atmosphere.
The afternoon sky is as clear as the blue sky, and the clouds are flowing quietly. I believe that there is always a way behind us, as long as we turn around, we can find it; I also believe that everyone has a wall in his heart. As long as you push it away, you can see the sun.
On a starry night, the moon accompanied me in a dream. I want to keep this dream and keep it in the refrigerator. One day after a long time, when I become a white-haired old man, I will take out my frozen dream, melt it and boil it. Then I will sit down slowly and soak my old and cold feet in it.
Cicada, a nuisance, cried desperately in the tree. I think you will mature one day, and your ears will be burned like fire. Who knows my sadness? The wind blows into my skirt, puts enthusiasm into my backpack, and misses your smile. I want you to know that the taste of summer will never be erased in my heart.
The taste of summer, hot years, is always difficult to be clear. I once passed your enthusiasm. I once read your affectionate and familiar feelings, but suddenly I felt strange. In those sincere years, I was so stiff and cold. Can I make my dream stick like a sunflower, can I make my dream hold a thread like a flying kite, leave all my sadness and troubles in the wilderness, and let the seeds of poetic sincerity spread all over Shan Ye?
The taste of summer, how many people in this moment of light infected with eternal, hot air, fingers slightly cold, thoughts such as splashing ink, layer upon layer rendering. Now, we look at each other through time, and the youth over there is maturing day by day in summer. Your smiling face, I am singing softly, blooming like summer flowers, and the whisper in the air, with a touch of pure white tenderness, interprets the most beautiful July fire.
The breath of summer heats the air, thoughts and friendship; The breeze blows away the heat wave, troubles and worries. May my greetings be a shade of green, sheltering you from the wind and rain; May my blessing be a rainbow and surprise you; May my wish be to take a look at the spring water, which is cool and straight to your heart.
The smell of summer, the wind is light and there is no rain, only the sun is roasting the earth and my thoughts are flowing, so I can't find the peace of mind for a while. Hot red beans and hot thoughts are beating wildly in a pure heart, and only your name is covered on the keyboard. I stared at these familiar three words, remembering the dribs and drabs since we met. I used to hate and worry, and I was so pale and powerless by your naughty smile.
The taste of summer, looking at a blue sky, has a kind of amorous feelings of being in it. You see, the clouds on the horizon are telling with heart, am I your scenery? I tell you, I want to find a quiet harbor. When it was blown out by Xia Feng, but it was not blown out, I was calling your name with my heart. I wonder if people in the distance feel it? Gently put down the sweet care, in fact, you can understand my deep affection.
The smell of summer expresses a burning feeling for you, and cheers softly for those who know or understand. On the road of life without regrets, it is a unique scenery. Sing it gently and sincerely, and think of you in every sunny day, so the sky is clear and transparent.
I look up at the sky at 37 degrees, and the clouds blowing from Xia Feng are still elegant, so light and so pure; I have tasted the ups and downs for 365 days, but the taste of summer is so sweet that I can forget all my troubles, so I wait quietly, waiting for the taste of summer.
Model essay on excellent composition for senior high school entrance examination: looking back at the time on the beach
I have always wanted to go to the seaside, not only because there is a profound cultural atmosphere, but also because there is a kind of tranquility, a kind of softness, and a far better scenery than the world, which makes people relaxed and happy.
After a long dormant life, I rushed to the beach at dusk with all the summer flowers and colorful green leaves.
The car is driving on the highway, and the wind is whistling in my ear. In the twilight, the sun is slowly sinking, and especially red light is ejected from the treetops, dyeing the white clouds and green hills in the sky blood red. Sunset lingers in the final splendor, and those streamers that can't be caught are immersed in the car from the window, and the color of the tone is as tight as flowers. At the end of a beautiful day, the sunset is like the exhaustion of a soul, unable to control its own steps and fleeing hastily. So, the mountains are dark, the clouds are dark, and the trees are dark.
Walking into the beach, the night is thick, the cool breeze bursts and the moonlight is clear. The fragrance of the earth moistens the surrounding area. There is no wind and rain on the beach with uncertain wind. It was so quiet that the wind stopped breathing. In the hustle and bustle, like a quietly open classical flower, it has no distractions, just like the charming land of Jiangnan, intoxicated in its own book. We are running around with fireworks and red dust, as if sitting on both sides of time. In the passage of time, we avoid the crowded crowd, stay in the depths of late summer, chase the dense books, watch all the way, and have complicated eyes. Through the prosperous background, we walked through the poems hundreds of years ago and witnessed the figure coming and going in a hurry. However, the poet has gone first, and only smoke flies all the way. In the quiet night, the last summer flower blooms on the riverbank full of years. They come here, fragrant and beautiful in the night when no one is watching, and then fade, looking for a gentle comfort.
At this moment in the middle of the night, time stopped and the beach was still, and our once anxious and tired mood calmed down. Quietly, I fell into a deep dream, and my heart was drowned by a steady stream of intermittent insects. ...
The next morning, a few birdsongs and a pleasant sunshine spread very green leaves from the window frame to the bedside, and a drop of clear dew fell in the dream, transparent and quiet. I woke up in the wind and stepped into the depths of the beach.
A slender gravel road stretches into the distance, with a bright green field on the right, a clear and affectionate Le 'an River on the left and a village across the river. The background of the village is a green hill, and the mountains extend each other and are covered by different shades of green. Walking on the beach in the morning breeze, a reclining grass, a leaf flowing through by duckweed, a small bubble inadvertently emerging from the bottom of the water and a tiny ripple let me see her beauty and affection.
The Le 'an River in the morning is as calm as a mirror, and even the slightest tremor can be seen. In the gurgling sound of running water, a ray of beautiful sunshine comes in obliquely from the treetops with sparse branches and leaves and leaks on the river. The river is coated with a layer of flowing golden yellow, and countless weak ripples disturbed by the sun slowly spread to the left and right banks, slowly flashing a loose and thin light, such as time flowing until the bank, telling the loneliness of the beach in the universe.
Branches are arranged on the riverbank, and some bend over and look at their reflections in the water; Some hung low, full of tenderness, stroking the shy little flowers that grew up snuggling in the roots. Sunlight leaks through the leaves, and the water occasionally shines, reflecting colorful waves. In the distance, egrets fly in the clouds and willows reflect; Not far away, dragonflies near the water are touching the water surface and dancing lightly. Fishing songs fly from the river and the bells of the ancient temple are still lingering. Layers of green hills and peaks complement the green of the lake and the light of the sun. Such a mysterious and beautiful picture, only by opening our hearts' eyes can we see its meaning and mystery.
Standing in the busy field, watching the blue sky and white clouds, the tides rise and fall, and the clouds gather and disperse. All kinds of clouds are flickering overhead, like cotton, floating away gently, rolling like waves, and in a myriad state, so there is nothing strange. What spectacular clouds are floating in the sky.
By the river, people who oppose fishing have no quiet desire, but they are very calm and calm, and their hearts are silent about the utilitarianism and impetuousness of this world. They watched the sunrise and sunset coldly on both sides of time alone, ignoring clouds and clouds. Life is like dew, on the edge of a bustling city, this is the most real life. Although this kind of life is hard and low-level, the people living in it are happy and satisfied.
The house by the old sea is mottled with stone marks on its face, and the personnel have long gone away, like a lonely butterfly, lonely and desolate. After it brought the once quiet scenery, it opened another broken landscape. The words scattered in it have faded, and the flowers are no longer fragrant, but we have witnessed a whole poetic late Qing Dynasty. Now, it has come to a grand end, and it has come to a sad end. Without a tree, a flower, any scenery, the footprints of history are all hurried vicissitudes and loneliness. Who remembers what happened here? Who remembers picking up the fleeting moment?
Touching the moss-covered skin on the beach and looking at the dust color filtered by the years, there is always an immortal complex coming to me, which makes me convinced that when all the poems float away, there will always be a crystal seed that blooms into flowers in unpredictable days and decorates both sides of the beach.
For the beauty of your heart.
People on earth are good at living.
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There was a famous saying that "people are cute not because they are beautiful, but because they are cute." This sentence is a signpost to guide you to the right path.
People are born kind, but when they grow up, their hearts are incomplete and defiled, so that they no longer shine and show their kind side to human beings. The history of mankind has a long history, from ancient dreamers to modern people who wear gold and silver today; Can't it be said that the scene from the original "common prosperity * * * fate" to today's "everyone sweeps the snow in front of the door" is a retreat of mankind? Is this human progress? Can't this be said to be a human retreat? Is this human progress? Isn't this the deformity of the human mind?
Modern people pursue excitement, appearance, fashion, fashion and romance. What else does he know? These can only bring him temporary happiness. When you are looking for these pleasures, your heart is being defiled by the customs of modern society, and you will fall forever. Only when you find your own beauty salon will you find your original self.
Now some people always measure others' lifestyles by themselves. After a long time, they will think that you are the silhouette of Jia Baoyu-"Even if you are born in a good skin, your abdomen is rough", which will also make your position in the eyes of others decline, which is also a manifestation of mental disability. Some people think that "broken is beautiful." So far, I don't think it's so correct. We should put it in the right position, so that its function will be reflected and its content will be known to mankind.
So now we have to face life with our true selves, and such happiness is called true happiness. In life, in the face of slander, Bernard Shaw told us: "What did they scold? Let them scold! " In the face of failure, Hai told us: "People are not born to be defeated." . "In the face of insults, Denean asked us to vent our sadness with our hair and close the floodgates of tears, so that our lives can be enriched.
I sincerely hope that those who have forgotten the beauty of the soul can find themselves again and ask themselves whether their hearts are still clear. Therefore, a beautiful appearance is appreciated, while a beautiful heart is appreciated.
Looking for beauty, holding a long pole, slowly tracing back to the depths of people's hearts, looking for the true meaning of beauty.