University emotion
Author: corner, fool
In September, I walked into this school with a longing for the university. As soon as I stepped into this school and walked on the path to the dormitory, I thought a lot. I have a high attitude towards the university. I try my best to ponder the beautiful life of the university, because I always remember what the Chinese teacher in senior high school said at that time. University is like a big forest, there are many birds waiting for you to chase.
Tianmen Mountain Soul (Wuhu)
Author: Don't run water in September, and October will never end. The autumn rain continued and became a mist. Tianmen Mountain was transformed by green leaves, and moss was reflected on the stone wall. Looking at the quiet bridge shadow, counting the fine lines of snails; I leaned against the moss on the stone fence. The moss was cool, and my skirt was gloomy, as if it were about to be blown by the never-ending breeze. This river is like thousands of years ago.
Fireworks sentence
Author: Wu Li
Summer has gone far, and autumn has not arrived yet. August here is neither too hot nor too cold, just like the days when we live, and also like those old days. Uh, always a stubborn woman. She planned to leave Jingshan for Zhejiang in September, but she didn't leave. I saw tea next to her. It was cold. Life is mine, and I don't want it to be so sad, so I stayed. Sanyoupeng
September feelings
Author: Bimouse suddenly came to the season of resignation, the sky is high and the clouds are light, and the autumn is crisp. Full of green is everywhere, which will make the shadows dim. People's deep attachment will inevitably add a lot of feelings and add a lot of heroic aftertaste. It's really time that I don't know what people say and mistake love songs for the wind. Looking back, Shan Yan was silent, the fire was gone, and the sunset glow was red, leaving a beautiful and far-reaching dream. Drunk in September, feeling clever and quiet.
A woman's heart is a soft reed
Author: goblin baby
At night, pretending to unload my strong and tired mood seems to feel lonely again. The late autumn wind, blowing from the window, playfully rushed to my face through the window gap and invaded my heart, some of which were chilly. But I like it. I like the feeling of the wind blowing across my face. September is the season of parting; September is a bleak and lost season. At the beginning of September this year, I was still young.
For a dream
Author: For the sake of dreams, Chen Jingsi, Zhou Ligang Central Primary School, respected leaders and teachers, hello everyone! Autumn in September, the autumn wind sends cool, in this autumn season, with the ringing of the new semester bell, we ushered in the 2008 Teacher's Day. Today, I feel very honored to speak here as a representative of outstanding teachers in the city. Here,
In September, I miss you in the wind.
Author: The fragrance of Sophora japonica didn't wait deliberately, and September came as scheduled. It's foggy, so it's hard to hide your eyebrows. I once remembered that at that time, a sad text was wiped with tears in the September wind, which made the pain of missing dazzling in my pen, and what poured out was unexpected helplessness, with a touch of meditation, which could never be recovered. With the mood at this time, it is so similar!
Shaanxi army identified Xuande furnace.
Author: Qiu Weng realized that after the unfortunate article Xuande Furnace was published, Shan Jun made an evaluation of Xuande Furnace. Qingping, Qingquan and dp have good opinions on the appraisal of Xuande Furnace. In September, they helped me to contact the expert Shan Jun. This afternoon, Guizi and Chao took them to Xuande Furnace and made a special trip to find Shan Jun for appraisal. I came to capital university of economics and business because I didn't come to the university gate.
The spirit is one.
Author: As the saying goes, if hell is not empty, it is impossible to become a Buddha. All living beings can testify that Bodhi Jiuhua Mountain is one of the great Buddhist temples. It can be said that Qifeng is a stunner who fell in love at first sight. Our performance team lived here for more than half a month, which opened my eyes and made me sigh, from static to surprised, from surprised to happy. At this time, it is September 19th of the lunar calendar, which happens to be Guanyin's birthday. According to local conditions
Living in senior three.
Author: Yuan Haojin
Autumn in September, the sun is like fire, I entered the third year of high school. Like all people who have experienced this kind of experience, I am excited to finally embark on this journey, and at the same time I feel an inexplicable pressure. Time, like a giant hand, pulled me out of my frolic life without leaving any trace, just as it should have. Nervous and eager impulses sound like
Sudden dusk
Author: I miss the green in March, the green in May, the yellow in July, the red in September and the gray in November. Waiting for someone to change this old curtain, it's April, and it suddenly began to rain. I come from the north. I didn't like this change when I first came to Jiangnan. The wind helped the rain, and the night also acted as a bad person, pulling up the black stars that didn't cover the bright ones. It makes it impossible for people to trace where and why there is little rain.
time
Author: Static leaves I am walking in the tunnel of time, waiting for another flower to bloom and fall next year. The new rain is like a beautiful flower, and I am lazy and sleepy. Listening to pipa people shake off notes everywhere is like swimming in the long river of history. A lonely shadow, swaying with the wind without direction, walks silently alone. The osmanthus rain in September knocked down the fragrance of the ground and accompanied it slightly after the rain.
A tree full of love
Author: Phoenix autumn wind blowing neck, full of coolness. The branches in autumn are covered with heavy fruits. In this beautiful season, it is particularly beautiful that there is a memorable festival in September-Teacher's Day. In the past many years, the most unforgettable thing in my memory is Miss Zhang, a chemistry teacher in Grade Three. I don't remember teacher Zhang's name for a long time, but I remember teacher Zhang at that time at most.
In September, please return my days of silence.
Author: stone
Some messy words are jumping and rolling in my mind, like stumbling notes. Expectation, confusion, loneliness, loss, loss ... I want to spit it out one by one and it's all gone. Don't, is awakened by my footsteps, and then hide in an unknown corner. So ... Constantly wandering between thinking and delusion, the whole person is almost desperate.
Half bright and half dark.
Author: We didn't say goodbye because you couldn't hear me when I said goodbye.
September, on the road
Author: Love the snow in winter
There will always be some uneasy elements in my heart. Is it because I care too much, or because I am too fragile, or because I think too much? I always hope to walk with you on the road in September and walk towards the door of happiness! Inscription in September, confused and burdened. I like winter, but I also like autumn very much. I always feel that this season is suitable for nostalgia or memory. Maybe I have always been a nostalgic person.
September, the underworld
Author: Gu Mu Xi always thinks carefully about things that should not be thought. Afraid of accidentally touching some plots that hurt the body and mind. Turn down the music, only you can hear it. Outside the window, it's still cloudy. Gray sky, no sign of migratory birds, the season is still too early. In the distant world, there are happy moans and loneliness, and sometimes, it's good. Autumn is getting stronger and the wind is getting cooler.
Injured September
Author: Xiaowu September, the season of gathering, but I left sadly!
Hope in September
Author: Inappropriate words in the depths of the alley in August, suddenly looking back, Ye Er, a half-yellow and half-rolled poplar, raised yellowed memories and danced in the hot air. The faint veins of leaves have become more and more vicissitudes, turning into mud and grinding into dust. However, how many past events have passed away, blowing in the wind, I don't know where to go; And how many past events turned to dust, blowing in the wind, I don't know where.
Moonlight is like water, and thoughts are like poetry.
Author: There are few quiet nights around the gate, and the full moon hangs quietly in the dark night, glowing with white light like water. There is a veil-like mist wrapped around it, which makes it more hazy and melancholy. Such a dark night seems to be an airtight net. Moonlight comes up, September knocks on the window, and it falls into frost. Moonlight, clear, revealing a touch of peace; Music, beauty, release shallow romance. Mood,
Distant worry
Author: The foreign ronin thought that when I left my hometown, it was autumn in September. It was raining in Mao Mao in the dark sky, and the surrounding mountains were withered. I packed my heavy bags and embarked on a long journey alone, without a word from my friends or a farewell from my relatives. There was only a long and winding ramp behind me, which was the reason for leaving me for a long time.
The pain of September
Author: Cui Donghui's calendar in September is like chrysanthemums in full bloom every year, blown down by the cool autumn wind. I haven't paid attention to it for years. Until one day, those two petals stubbornly stayed in front of my eyes and looked at them carefully. I was secretly surprised. September 9th and September 13, these are two thrilling days for the world.
When tung leaves fly in September
Author: Autumn wind, autumn moon and autumn moon have gone, and flowers are flying all over the sky. It was already late autumn when high curative value and cold tung reached Ye Fei. In late autumn, the sky is high and the clouds are light. Beautiful butterflies flap their transparent wings and dance with the baptism of spring and the suffering of summer. Mature fruits bend the green of March and erase the cold smoke from the branches of old trees; The tireless cicada stirs the intoxicating strings. 1
Time flies. Goodbye.
Author: Jiang Jiang's summer seems to be finished ahead of schedule, confused pedestrians are in a hurry, and the surrounding atmosphere conveys the games of this era, with no rules. A continuation, a few degrees cold. September has come, but your heart is like a heavy snow for no reason, struggling to find past memories to keep warm, but there is nothing. You walk in such a sad cycle without injury, and you sigh.
September
Author: Looking back and waiting for September, walking through all the remaining temperatures in summer. Carve a misty flower on the window sill, and leave something in my heart. Let the memory pass at the tip of the pen. Maybe I like this season so much that I like to miss all the memories and pictures of this season. Walking on the road I once walked, I stepped on the leaves that still have a trace of attachment to the tree. Just like when I was a kid, there
Mourn for my brother-Renzhe.
Author: A Juan
Heaven and earth cry, rivers whimper! My respected, beloved and concerned brother Renzhe left us at 10: 50 on the evening of September 5th after suffering from cancer for eight months and ten days, and his heart was full of regrets.
Autumn thoughts
Author: The end of September in the lunar calendar is the most pleasant time in southwest Shandong, that is, there is no cold wind, and the annoying yellow sand in spring is rarely seen. The sky is high in You Lan, and the air is warm and cool, which makes people feel very comfortable. This is really a cool autumn! Especially on a clear night, if you stand by the pond and watch the clear waves and colorful clouds floating, it will make people feel relaxed and happy! I like autumn, it gives me endless happiness.
I love you, father.
Author: Cynthia
Pale red, the setting sun is like blood, permeating the dark green of the mountains, reflecting the whole mountain stream and nourishing the vegetable fields in the ravine. My father creaked along the mountain road with a heavy salute on his shoulder and a shoulder pole. Yo ... Yo ... Yo ... He hummed rhythmically, which seemed to break the silence of the valley. I haven't been to this beautiful mountain at the end of summer in September.
Autumn goes and spring comes, and flowers no longer bloom (end)
Author: Miro pushed open the door of Class 4, Grade 2, and strange faces came to mind. This is my future classmate. Tight, tight package! Go to an empty seat by the window in the classroom. . . . . . There are some trees outside the window, swaying gently with the slight hot air. April. Get involved in a fight. At the beginning of September, I transferred from the county high school to an ordinary middle school in the town.
Indifferent and dull
Author: Poetry Morning Rainbow woke up today, it is already September, waving goodbye to each other. I never have much memory of autumn. September, it hurts. September can be completely tasteless. Those white clouds and blue sky are like ink and wash. Thinking about the French phoenix tree in my mind. There is sunshine, the first call I received in the morning.