1. On a drizzly night, there are also one or two fireflies flying in the dim light. This scene is really charming. The most beautiful thing in autumn is dusk. When the sunset shines on the western hills, it is touching that the crows fly to the nest in a hurry. The flocks of geese fly wing by wing in the air, which is even more touching. The sun sets and the night (mu Mu Mu) falls. The wind and insects sound refreshing.
2. The most beautiful thing in winter is the morning, and the snowy morning is of course beautiful. Even in the morning covered with frost everywhere, in the cold morning without snow and frost, a blazing charcoal fire should be built. How harmonious it is with this cold winter morning when you walk through the porch with a warm brazier in your hand!
3. In my childhood, at the dawn of a spring, my father took me by a forest on the bank of Hutuo River. Father suddenly stood still, looked up and down at the deep foggy Woods, and smelled and smelled with his nose. "There are many birds in the Woods." Father murmured.
I didn't see a bird, and I didn't hear a bird chirping. I looked blankly at my father who stood upright like a tree. My father pointed to a branch of a tree and said to me, "Look there, there is no wind. Why are the leaves still moving?" I searched carefully, but I couldn't find the moving leaf. "and the smell of birds." Father whispered that he was afraid to disturb the birds.
4. A few days later, my father said to me, "Birds are the happiest moment-the moment when they fly into the sky and leave the branches, they are most likely to be hit by hunters." "Why?" I asked in amazement. Father said, "Birds at dawn have wet wings and fly heavily." I'm so glad that my father is not a hunter.
5. My father likes Woods and singing birds best in his life. In my childhood, at the dawn of a spring, my father took me by a forest on the bank of Hutuo River. Father suddenly stood still, looked up and down at the deep foggy Woods, and smelled and smelled with his nose. "There are many birds in the Woods." Father murmured. I didn't see a bird, and I didn't hear a bird call. I looked blankly at my father who stood upright like a tree.