I like the energy of spring. The warm spring breeze gently caresses everything, and the willows are green and thick, like fog and smoke; The brook sang beautiful songs and threw itself into its mother's arms; The cherry blossom girl danced her elegant body and gently shook off the petals ... everything was so pure and poetic.
I like white clothes in winter. Beautiful snowflakes are white and crystal clear, delicate and fluttering, like white lotus, falling slowly from the boundless sky. Watching it fly all over the sky makes people think. The ancients compared it to erratic catkins and blooming pears. How worthy of praise!
I like green trees in summer. Walking in the street, the towering trees along the road cover the hot sunshine for you, which is cool and comfortable. The lotus fairy in the pond is slim. It's really "the next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers reflect differently in the sun"!
I also like flowers, no matter what kind of flowers. Gorgeous peony, elegant jasmine, lonely lily, carefree jasmine. However, I prefer those nameless wild flowers that bloom on deep mountain cliffs, lavender, milky white, lemon yellow and light blue. Although unknown, they are tenacious and strong, which deeply inspires me because they enjoy the same honor.
I also like that unforgettable dream. I dreamed that I grew up, respected my parents and became a pillar of the country. I dreamed that rabbits with white fur were jumping around on the grass. Dream that the sea is boundless, blue and blue, showing off its vastness from a distance. The most unforgettable thing is watching the sunset in Sanya-when the "Red Man" entered the water in a graceful manner, I felt that the world was so simple.
I like reading, especially those thread-bound books with dim paper. Holding it is like holding a tradition of classical beauty. Holding it, as if I were there, the story was so tortuous that I laughed and cried with it at the same time. Because it contains wisdom and classical flavor.
I also like reading letters. I like reading letters from my grandparents. The simple language filled my childhood memories of my hometown, and between the lines, I always saw the small town where the grain was stored in tears. I can't forget that winter. She sent me a handmade cotton-padded jacket from her hometown. It was a cold winter, winter! But let me feel a kind of unspeakable sweet and warm love.
I like the grass, too Although they are small, they are ambitious! They have to go through hard cracks and barren land, go forward bravely and pursue only for their dreams. Once, twice, three times ..... after all, try to become one. Isn't it worth learning?
I like my friends, my closest friends, who always encourage and comfort me when I am frustrated. When she walked gently into this wet alley, the sunshine after the rain seemed to suddenly burn. ......
I like life, and I deeply like being able to fill my heart with so many likes.