5-minute prose reading manuscript 1: Embrace spring in soft spring breeze.
Among the green leaves of willows,
In the cuckoo's cry,
On the bright side of flowers,
We saw the beautiful spring.
Sentimental in spring,
It uses dense leaves, delicate flowers and lingering wind.
Weave charming dreams for us.
Spring is warm,
The sun is shining, the breeze is weaving, and the spring rain is like milk.
It sows the seeds of hope in people's hearts,
A beautiful fragrance is brewing.
Spring is the season of sowing,
Spring is the season of farming,
Spring breeze floats in the air,
Bring a little hope,
Flowers in bud,
The story of spring is being told.
In spring, our feelings are fresh every day.
-The sun is shining, birds are singing and flowers are fragrant.
In spring, our mood is full of passion every day.
-Sow ideals, sow hope!
Spring is not only a season,
It is also a kind of mood.
Spring is not only the beginning of the revival of sleeping things,
It is also the awakening of human mind.
Looking at the rippling willow branches and all kinds of flowers,
What do you think,
What to expect,
What can you expect?
Into the spring,
Let us feel the breath of spring happily,
Feel the warmth of spring with relief.
Let's listen to the footsteps of spring quietly,
Striking the strings of life with the soul,
Embrace the spring of life warmly!
I often get up early to watch the sunrise. It was still dark at that time, and it was quiet around. There is only the sound of machines on board.
The sky is still light blue, and the color is very light. In the blink of an eye, a Xia Hong appeared on the horizon, slowly expanding the scope and strengthening the light. I knew the sun was going to rise on the horizon, so I didn't look there in the blink of an eye.
Sure enough, after a while, half of the sun's face appeared in that place. Red is Zhen Hong, but there is no light. The sun seems to be struggling to rise step by step. Finally, it finally broke through the clouds and jumped out of the sea completely, with a lovely red color. In an instant, this crimson round thing suddenly shone brightly, making people's eyes ache, and the clouds beside it suddenly became dazzling.
Sometimes the sun goes into the clouds, but its light shoots down from the clouds and hits the water directly. It's not easy to tell clear water from sky at this time, because I only see a light.
Sometimes there are black clouds on the horizon, and the clouds are so thick that people can't see the sun when it comes out. However, the sun's radiation in the dark clouds passed through the encirclement of the dark clouds and set them with glowing Phnom Penh. Later, the sun slowly rushed out of the tight encirclement and appeared in the sky, even dyeing the dark clouds purple or red. At this time, not only the sun, clouds and sea water shine, but also I become bright.
Isn't this a great spectacle?
It's good to recite draft 3 in 5 minutes! My friend gave me a pair of pearl birds, which I kept in bamboo cages. There is a mass of hay in the cage, which is a comfortable and warm nest for birds.
Some people say that this is a scary bird.
I hung the cage in front of the window. There is a lush pot of French chlorophytum. I covered the cage with vines covered with green leaves. The pearl bird was as safe as hiding in the depths of the jungle, and the sound as thin and bright as a flute from the inside was particularly relaxed.
The sun shines through the window, making the small leaves of chlorophytum look like jasper. The shadow of the bird flickered faintly in the middle, completely invisible. Sometimes they can't even see the cage, but they can see their lovely bright red mouths sticking out of the green leaves.
I seldom pull open the vines to look at them, and they gradually dare to stick out their little heads to look at me. We got to know each other a little.
Three months later, among the more and more lush vines, there was a sharp and delicate cry. I guess they have a child. What about me? Never open the leaves to look in, and don't disturb them with curious eyes when adding food and water. Not long after, suddenly a little head emerged from among the leaves. This is their youth!
This little guy can get out of the cage easily. You see, it looks like its mother: red mouth and feet, gray-blue hair, but there are no round white spots like pearls on its back. It is so fat that its whole body looks like a furry ball.
At first, the little guy just walked around the cage. Later, he flew around the room, landed on the top of the cabinet for a while, and stood proudly on the bookshelf for a while, pecking at the names of the great writers on the back of the book. I knocked on the light rope for a while, and then jumped into the frame. As long as the big bird calls in the cage, it will fly back to the cage immediately.
I don't care about this. Just open the window, it will only stand on the window frame for a while at most, and it will never fly out.
Gradually, it becomes bolder and sometimes falls on my desk.
At first, it was far away from me. When I didn't hurt it, it got closer, then jumped into my cup, lowered its head to drink tea, and then tilted its face to see my reaction. I just smiled and continued to write, and it boldly ran to the manuscript paper, jumping around my pen, and the beating little red claws squeaked on the paper.
I wrote quietly, enjoying the intimacy of this little guy silently. In this way, you are completely relieved. Why not use that waxed horny little red mouth? Da da? Peck at my trembling nib. I touched its delicate fluff with my hand, but it was not afraid. Instead, it pecked my finger twice in a friendly way.
During the day, it accompanied me so naughty; It was dark, and it flew to the cage in the repeated calls of its parents, twisting its round body and squeezing the green leaves in.
One day, when I was writing on my desk, it actually fell on my shoulder. The pen in my hand stopped unconsciously for fear of scaring it away. After a while, I turned my head and saw this little guy asleep on my shoulder. His eyes were covered with silver-gray eyelids, and his little red feet were just covered with long hairs on his chest. I lifted my shoulder gently, but it didn't wake up and slept soundly! Smack your lips. Are you dreaming?
I started writing and wrote down my feelings:
Trust often creates a beautiful realm.
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