Migratory birds fly south, a long way? In the distance, in the field of vision, is the blue sea in the south. Although she was very tired, she still flew forward because her dream gave her a pair of wings.
Girl who meditates at the window, do you want to be a poem of a cloud? Or draw a butterfly?
Do you want to be an eagle higher than the sky, or a magnificent river to express your feelings for the earth?
I like dreaming. Dreams let me see the sunshine outside the window; Dreams let me see the rosy clouds on the horizon; Dreams give me a constant call and pace, and dreams lead me to pursue one goal after another.
He who has no tears has dry eyes; People without dreams have a dark night.
Where there is a dream, the sun will always rise; Where there are dreams, the moon is always hazy. Dreams are eternal smiles, which make your heart full of passion and your eyes clear and bright forever.
The kaleidoscope of the world exudes attractive fragrance, and charming songs come from the future sky. We are ready to go, dress up with dreams and start from practical work. When we arrive at the orchard in autumn, we gently wipe away the tears and dust left on our faces in summer. We can hear what was once said to Spring: Dreams come true! ! ! ! 2. The discovery of spring
Spring, a vibrant season, is also a beautiful season. The spring of this year, like a graceful and naughty girl, came on purpose. The plan of the year lies in spring, the spring breeze blows, everything recovers, and hardworking people are busy cultivating and sowing seeds of hope for fruitful autumn harvest.
Although, his first step in spring is always stepping on the world and the earth where the cold still exists. However, it broke the glacier, making everything stretch and soft, and making every beautiful new city full of fantasy and hope.
In my sleep, I vaguely heard swallows calling. Oh! So it's spring. I walked out of the house. After the spring rain, the air is particularly sweet and fresh, and I am deeply breathing and feeling.
The breeze blows slightly, the drizzle like wool falls from the sky, and thousands of soft willows stretch their muscles. Look! The fragile and delicate grass is breaking through the ground and greedily sucking the milk of spring. The trees that have been baptized in winter are competing to send out new branches. The three banyan trees in front of the house began to grow some green leaves, as if wearing a new hat. It's beautiful. The birds are alive and kicking in the tree. Beautiful azaleas are blooming brilliantly, swinging her soft body in the spring breeze. The little frog squatted on the lotus leaf in the pond and cried "quack, quack", as if to say to human beings, "Spring is coming, spring is coming!" Tadpoles play freely in water conservancy.
What a beautiful spring scene!
Spring is so beautiful. Spring is so lovely. In spring, she gave people vitality and gave me hope.
3. Tulip Kingdom-Prince's Bay
On this sunny and sultry spring day, my mother and I went to Prince's Bay, which is known as the "Tulip Kingdom".
When I came to the gate of the park, I saw tall trees with green on both sides, which seemed to cover the sky. Both sides of the road are surrounded by flowers. Walking into the center of Prince's Bay, there are tulips all around, red, pink, yellow, orange ... of different colors. From a distance, these tulips seem to be a huge camp. They stood in a fertile land and lined up neatly. Tulips are swaying in the embrace of mother's wind, as if dancing to nature. On tulips, butterflies and bees gather together, as if enjoying the hope that spring brings them.
Walking into the path of Prince's Bay, you can enjoy the fragrance of spring and the cherry trees on both sides. Cherry blossoms are small and white. They have pink faces and smiles. Breeze blowing, cherry blossom petals falling with the wind, floating in your hair, floating into your sleeve ... this feeling is really poetic!
Cross the path and you will see a green lawn. There are three "ecological corners" on the lawn. What impressed me the most was the ecological corner called' Cultural Journey'. This is a leisure courtyard composed of plants, terraces and water features, giving people a natural and comfortable European style experience: against the background of banana leaves, the white guardrail is particularly eye-catching. In front of the guardrail, there is a ground covered with light brown floor. There is a glass coffee table on the ground with a crystal clear glass fish tank on it. Under the sunlight, the glass fish tank looks particularly beautiful. There are two sky-blue recliners on both sides of the tea table, and the flower bed in front is full of exotic flowers and herbs. This yard, in my opinion, is simply a paradise on earth!
As time goes by, our trip is coming to an end, but what I will never forget is my feelings about this pleasant tulip cultural trip.
4. Moonlight
At night, just after dark, dense fog filled the air, which affected a calm and peaceful night. Under the soft moonlight and street lamps, the white fog was dyed golden yellow. In the moonlight, the leaves rustle, as if playing a moonlight song, graceful and beautiful, deep and beautiful, and the beating notes seem to jump out of the hazy moonlight, which is intoxicating.
It's late at night, the countryside is hazy, the mountain shadows are falling, the water is dissolved, fireflies are lit, and candles are lit. What a beautiful picture under the moon!
Life is like moonlight, like a picture scroll! The beating melody interprets the joys and sorrows of life. Life is too short to be like moonlight.
At noon on the moon, it is bright and gentle, and the soft moonlight sets off a calm and peaceful night. The moonlight falls on the branches, leaving mottled shadows scattered on the branches like broken strips.
Everything in the world is God's creation, which is very harmonious, but the moon is different. The moon has its own personality, and its charm is reflected here. Why should the new moon win glory? Her purpose is to make the night no longer terrible and send people a warmth and a light!
Isn't that what people do? Don't some people contribute to others in obscurity like the moon? Although it is only a small matter, we will feel a little warm to each other, which is the connotation of the month.
Night, has been silent. The moon quietly shed its afterglow, trying to drive away the darkness and bring light, warmth and care to people! 5. Young
Youth is not a time in the journey of life, nor a state of mind, nor a consciousness in the mind, nor a creative potential in rational thinking, nor a vigorous vitality in emotional activities, nor a ray of freshness in the depths of spring scenery in life. Young means willing to give up warm and romantic love to make a living, which means courage and temperament beyond shyness, cowardice and desire. And a 60-year-old man may have more courage and temperament than a 20-year-old boy. No one will get old because of the passage of time, but with the destruction of ideals, old people have appeared in human beings. Years may wrinkle the skin, but not the soul. Worry, fear and self-distrust make people bend over in the dust of time.
Whether you are 60 years old or 16 years old, everyone will be attracted by the future and have an endless childlike desire for the joy of life competition. There is also a radio station in your heart and mine. As long as it receives messages of beauty, hope, joy, courage and strength from crowds and infinite time and space, you and I will always be young. Once this radio station collapses, your heart will be covered with ice and snow of cynicism and pessimism and despair, and you will get old-even if you are only twenty years old; But if this radio station keeps standing in your heart, catching every optimistic wave, you will hopefully die at the age of 80.
6. There is light in your heart
If you have a bright light in your heart, you won't get lost. You can refuse darkness and timidity. You have a bright mood, a belief in winning, and an open mind ... If you have a small window in your heart, you will have bright sunshine. If you drink some warm stories, you will have a free breeze to invite some flowers or white clouds. The heart has strings, even if the guests go to tea to cool down, there are still songs playing slowly, and there are still osmanthus trees full of bosom friends turning into wine.
There is a fence in my heart, and then the green vine climbs over it. Those little secrets are dotted in it, like butterflies resting and dreaming under leaves, which can only be described as pollen. There are jade steps in my heart, full of sachets and Yao, full of sweet words, exquisite Beckham and mysterious rosary. So loneliness no longer arrival, vase no longer lonely. There is a temple in my heart, which enshrines nobility, dignity, kindness, ideals and pursuits ... these are beautiful gods. Therefore, it is inviolable; Thus, you have the world and yourself.
Remember the suffering and glory of the nation-if the memory can be transplanted.
When I meditate, the first thing that emerges from the lake of memory is the glorious back at the end of history. The desolation and heaviness through time and space. Reach the depths of our unforgettable memories. The black silk scarves of feather fans in the Three Kingdoms period, the Moon Pass in the pre-Qin and Han Dynasties, the Zi Xia in Chang 'an, and the hunger and sorrow on both sides of the river are all vivid in the recorded history. If memory can be transplanted, I would like to feel the ups and downs of the nation and the bumps in the road ahead in this dignified memory. When the song and dance in the Tang and Song Dynasties were peaceful, when Kublai Khan's fighters galloped across the land of Central Asia, we could rejoice and cry with joy in that glorious memory. When the national strength of the Qing empire declined and the butchers of the great powers slaughtered our Chinese sons and daughters, we could awaken the nation in that painful memory, work hard and get rid of national humiliation. It is this series of memories of blood and tears that give us tenacious fighting spirit and firm belief, and let us never forget it.