At the beginning of school, I was holding a book that smelled of ink. I am not depressed or at a loss, because there is a book as my standard life course. Absorb the essence of books, please my mind and relax my mind. Who is not intoxicated?
A fatuous wanderer, cosmopolitan. The moon is the only scenery, the stars are the only language, and the night shadow of the moon is lonely and depressing. So, I realized the homesickness and warmth of home when I looked up and found that it was moonlight, and then sank, and I suddenly remembered home. I am disappointed that "she sewed carefully and thoroughly, fearing that the delay would make him go home late" and the landing of my home; Then I tasted the depravity and depravity of "I know far where my brother climbed, and there is one person missing" ... "People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of rain and shine", "I hope people will be together for a long time! China people let me know the warmth and beauty of home.
The waves are beautiful. Indulge in endless green hills, indulge in magnificent rivers, and often be impressed by the beauty of majestic things. Therefore, I yearn for the magnificence of Huangshan Mountain, that is, "it will be at its peak, and other mountains will look short under the sky." ; I yearn for the beauty of Guilin in the mountains and waters of Guilin; I yearn for the dreamy beauty of bird paradise. Looking forward to the eclectic beauty of "seeing neighbors as peaks and different distances" ... the rivers and mountains are excellent and magnificent! China people showed me the magnificent rivers and mountains.
The language in textbooks is vivid and philosophical, and the language in life is even more eclectic.
Autumn, with a hazy, mixed with Xiao Su. A person standing by the river, at first glance, is sad and yellow, a group of returning birds flying south, jumping over the air, shining with brilliant sunset, yellow and yellow form an insoluble desolation and depression. At this time, you may be tempted to sigh: "Alas ……" Keep your eyes open! ! On the other side, it is a gratifying scene, and farmers' uncles are busy harvesting. Full ears of wheat, red apples, tomatoes like lanterns ... Ah! What a beautiful autumn! The language of life made me understand that "there is nothing beautiful in this world."
Gradually, drunk, drunk in the beautiful nature, drunk in the unique ink landscape, let the heart daydream infinitely. ...