The beautiful sentences at the beginning of Guo Peimei's article are as follows:
1. At the beginning, through the pupil of history, let dignity whisper to you, tell the immortal spirit in dusty memories, tell every move, tell the true feelings of every price, and tell the dignity that never dies behind history. End: Standing in the history, listening to the low complaint of dignity, I finally understand: in the bitter wind, it is the flag in the hands of soldiers that does not fall, and it is the patriotic heart that does not freeze in the ice and snow; In the billowing black smoke, what remains unchanged is the peaceful dignity of the people of the world!
2. Beginning: The sky is blue, dotted with white clouds. The sea is also blue, which arouses the vastness and profundity of the spray. The mood is also colored, with fire-like anger, golden passion and half-moon melancholy ...... "The sunset is the most beautiful, warm and calm." This is the color in the eyes of grandparents with white hair. Ending: Yes, no matter what kind of happiness you pursue, it will eventually become the color of the sunset. Because you have worked hard and struggled, it looks so bright, so brilliant and so dazzling.
3. Beginning: Find a cup of dirt with your deep footprints printed on it, find a ray of sunrise that shines on your picturesque face, and find a curved green with your endless blood flowing. Ending: In my memory, I looked for you and called you for thousands of times, fragrant soil, warm sunshine, clear streams, lush shrubs, rows of quaint huts, and your still bright smile ...
4. Beginning: Mother was laid off. Ending: People often say that there is a book in the world that can never be written, and that is maternal love. If there is one of the most beautiful scenery in the world, it is nothing but maternal love!
5. beginning: look up and look at the sky in the winter sunshine. When my eyes flash, I feel that there are large pieces of flowers in the clear sunshine, and then I close my eyes in large pieces. I feel that I am watching my own flowers in my dreams for countless times ... End: I am the master of my season. With the trust of my parents, my youth is more beautiful.