Autumn is more prosperous than spring. The flowery spring is beautiful, but the fruitful autumn colors reveal the joy of harvest. Autumn is more colorful than summer. Although the summer with dense branches and leaves is charming, the autumn colors of golden leaves and green trees are even more refreshing. Autumn is more energetic than winter. Snow-capped winter is lovely, but the golden autumn with fragrant melons and fruits is more colorful. Autumn came to the Woods. From a distance, yellow leaves fall in pairs like golden butterflies. Tired of flying, they landed on my shoulders, head and feet. Brought my thoughts from green summer to golden autumn. As soon as I turned around, another peach leaf fell beside me. I bent down to pick it up and held it in my hand to study it carefully. What a special autumn leaf! It hasn't come yet, it has completely faded, and it still exudes a strong aroma. Autumn came to the orchard, persimmon bent down, bent down, and the branches were about to break. Sister litchi was so fat that she broke her clothes and showed her bulging white belly. Huge apples are covered with branches, showing sweet smiles, or shy or bold. The girl in autumn came to the farmland, and the corn was very happy. It specially changed into a new golden dress, grinning and showing golden teeth. In order to make themselves more beautiful, tomatoes put lipstick on their faces; The potato may have been too excited to break its green mouth and show its yellow tongue. Autumn has come, and the garden has become a paradise for chrysanthemums. They may like this heavy gold and choose to bloom their beauty in autumn. Chrysanthemums come in many colors: yellow, pink, white ... big flowers and curly petals are like a little girl with curly hair. Wandering in the chrysanthemum garden or enjoying a pot of colorful chrysanthemums alone, slowly intoxicated by that fragrance. Autumn brings gold to the earth and cotton-like clouds to the blue sky. Autumn wind, as cool as water, dyed the world yellow with chill.
I like this crisp autumn season!
I like autumn with flowers and leaves and flat chrysanthemums.
I like this unique and splendid autumn scenery.
Autumn is really a harvest season. The sound of lawn mower, children's laughter and adults' laughter are combined into a symphony in autumn. Miss Qiu came quietly, and the golden rice in the field danced in the autumn wind like her long hair. And the green grass, blown yellow by teacher Qiu, put on a golden dress on the earth.
Teacher Qiu also came to the river, and the river was sparkling. Fish play in the water, and sometimes they surface, as if welcoming Miss Qiu. Miss Qiu also came to the orchard, and the fruit trees gave off a burst of fragrance, which made people drool. You see, apples are covered with branches like little red lanterns. Several maple trees beside the fruit trees were blushed by the autumn girl, and the red maple leaves danced in the air like butterflies, as if to say, "Autumn is coming, autumn is coming."
The mountains in the distance were also dyed yellow by Miss Qiu, and at first glance they looked like golden waves.
As the sun sets, the whole earth seems to be painted with colorful pigments, like a huge picture scroll.
Teacher Qiu brought harvest, joy and happiness.
Be a real man
I, a pawn among all sentient beings; A spray in the vast sea of people. He used his pseudonyms Hao Hao, Hao Hao as a Man and Hao Hao's Story. Three lines, there must be the name of love. From the bottom of my heart, because of the commonality, I have always wanted to "be a real person and write a real composition." Therefore, adopt the ID of "be a great person" and encourage yourself from time to time.
On weekdays, I like to use some clumsy words, write some unorganized words and feel the so-called life. In the face of the troubled society, the complicated interpersonal relationship like "Parthenocissus tricuspidata" grows like a wall, and there is always some entanglement and some depression. Sometimes I lean against the window and stare at the sky for the first time and think thoughtfully, "Will God give me a pair of eyes?"
As the saying goes, stand at thirty. I regret being born in Sri Lanka for more than 10,000 days and never being "established". Sometimes friends occasionally boast a few words, "Hiroko's article is still worth reading." The satisfaction in my heart is like the bursting of shaving cream, which enriches my heart instantly. I can think about it. In this era of low food and clothing for literati, graffiti can only add a little interest to the living space. I'm afraid you'll study hard all night and laugh at the beauty. I find it difficult.
I remember the famous Japanese writer Haruki Murakami once said: "No matter how talented you are, you may not be able to fill your stomach;" But as long as you have a keen intuition, you don't have to worry about not eating. " In a simple sentence, the "inferiority" of the literati is positioned. My keen intuition tells me to be a good person and a real person.
It is true that we are not literati, and it is understandable to recall the past. When we were young, our "literary dreams" were also rampant. Past lives has experienced the ups and downs of life, and the tortured plump "myth" has dried up.
In the torrent of life, only your shadow is surging, and your true self may be the "pebble" lying quietly in the corner of the shore with sand. Years have baptized your innocence; Washed away your trajectory, but have you thought about it? The original "sharpness" has long gone, and "smoothness" has been interpreted seamlessly by us.
Calm down and think, people are not saints. What's the matter? I think it's ok to know clearly that I have gone too far and change. Be an upright person and write some essays with peace of mind. It is also the happiness of life.
Holding a handful of dirt, I said, this is my motherland; Pick up a spray, I said, this is my motherland; Open the yellow Siku Quanshu, I said, this is my motherland; Play a melodious "Mountain Flowing Water", I said, this is my motherland!
Ah, the motherland! I met your humiliation and your grief in Yuanmingyuan. I met your majesty and majesty at Badaling. I met your vastness and vastness in the desert grassland. I am at the mouth of the ancient postal road, knowing your long history and your ups and downs.
In the face of prickly Lin Mang, mountainous and muddy swamp, there are countless loyal sons and daughters, who are not afraid of bloodshed and sacrifice, and they are not afraid of losing their heads! Until the golden autumn October 5 1 years ago, a bright five-star red flag and a giant's declaration made an ancient nation stand proudly and indulge in joy.
Ah! Motherland, my motherland! You are a tree, I am a leaf, and a leaf is spring scenery; Motherland! You are the soil, I am the rice seedling, I output all your blood for my harvest; Motherland! You are the Yangtze River and I am a small river. I would like to strengthen your mighty behavior with a trickle. Motherland! You are the sun, I am the cloud, guarding your brilliance, your brilliance and your holiness all my life; Motherland! Today, we celebrate your birthday again and see your new revitalization and development!
The ancient civilization, engraved on spears and halberds and immersed in every page of history, has long been a constant complex in my heart. Bitter, for you! Sweet, for you; Life, for you; Die for you! Your worries are our worries, and your happiness is our happiness!
Ah! Motherland! My motherland! You are hope, you are faith, and you are the support of all our efforts and progress.
The victory of the 15th National Congress in communist party, China opened a new page in history. Motherland, in the sunshine of the new century, you will be more prosperous and full of vitality. I remember a song that sang: "The favorite word is always Chinese, with clear pronunciation and mellow voice, and the word is the most important;" The favorite word to write is the square character taught by Mr. Wang, which is horizontal and vertical, open and upright, and a person should be like this ... "
Every time I sing her, my heart is full of pride; Every time I hum her, my heart is extremely broad!
I am proud! For the most honest "China people" with clear pronunciation and mellow voice!
I am proud, because it is horizontal and vertical, upright and upright, and behaves like its "square character"!
I am proud! From "before me, where was the past era?" Behind me, where are the future generations? I think of heaven and earth, there is no limit, there is no end, I am alone, and my tears fall. " "You can't see how the water of the Yellow River fell from the sky and ran into the sea, never to return. You can't see the bright moon and sad white hair. Although it is silky black in the morning, it turns into snow at night." From "Guan Guan pheasant dove, in Jianghu, my fair lady, a good gentleman". To "people have joys and sorrows, and the moon has ups and downs. This matter is old and difficult. I hope that people will last for a long time and thousands of miles will be beautiful. " Unique four tones, sweet tones, let the history of the Chinese nation spread through the ages in this voice, endless!
I am proud! Chu ci Han fu, Tang poetry and Song poetry, true cursive script printing, romantic year! Confucius used it to write the Spring and Autumn Period, Qu Yuan used it to write Li Sao, Sima Qian used it to write historical records, and it was also engraved on bamboo slips! From Taishan Stone Carving, Shi Guwen to Cao Quanbei, from Preface to Yanbei. The mighty Chinese civilization has shown its extraordinary vitality on this "iron hook and silver pen"-like line!
Live in this world for friendship. At least I think so. Life is an undyed painting. Dyeing pens is a colorful friendship; At first, the soil was only black, dotted with green friendship.
When we are sad, friends can give us shoulders. Friends can make us happy when we cry alone. This is not Mona Lisa's mysterious smile, but friendship, a very simple and elusive friendship. Friendship has magical power and shakes us.
"There are several confidants in the world, and several friendships can last forever. May friendship always be in your heart and mine ... "Yes, the world is so big, but it's hard to find a friend to talk to. I really want to write down Bo's famous saying "However, China has our friendship and God has our neighbors". But every time I look up at the sky, how can I find so many stars ...
You can't find friends. I was accidentally "hit". When you help someone pick up a pen, you may get to know each other and become friends. Really, friendship is that simple.
As the saying goes, a bosom friend is enough in life, a thousand dollars is easy to get, but a bosom friend is hard to find. Friends are an important part of people's spiritual life. People without friendship are like living in a lonely wilderness. People who lack friends will feel lonely on earth. People need friendship, because sincere friendship can make people work hard, make people happy, make people happy and move forward. ...
The wealth of life is endless, but what is the real wealth? Is it money? Is it power? No, friendship. I don't know which philosopher said, "wealth is not a true friend, but a friend is a permanent wealth." Friends, when you know the value of friends, don't care too much about the trifles between friends. You should know that friendship is not temporary, but in peacetime; Not by age, but by heart. Friend, don't care too much. Let's join hands to see the beautiful sunrise. Let's fight together!
Only those who really make friends can get true friendship. Seeing friendship as a trader can neither produce true friendship nor stand the test of time. Harm set, harm get.
I have never analyzed the feelings between my father and me. This is a bit abrupt, because when people ask my parents which is better, I always answer without thinking: "My dad!" " "
When I was a child, after school in kindergarten, my impression was that my father seldom came to pick me up because of work, and he didn't talk to me much or play with me every time he came. Once, I came out of kindergarten late, and he frowned and only complained to me: "Why did it take so long to come out!" " Along the way, he said nothing and frowned. I was a little afraid of him at that time. Unlike when my mother came to pick me up, I sang and laughed all the way, as if I couldn't finish talking.
When my father was young, he had a bad temper. He doesn't quarrel loudly with others and likes to sulk alone. At that moment, the air in the room will be stuffy with him, making people unable to breathe.
The influence of childhood continued until later, when I was in primary school, junior high school, high school, college and work, I only told my mother what my problem was. Sometimes, my mother will tell my father and then convey my father's thoughts to me.
In 2004, one winter night, my father had a perforated stomach and was taken to the hospital by an ambulance for emergency surgery. Dad, who came out of the operating room, was still asleep under anesthesia, with many tubes inserted in his body, and looked extremely fragile.
Since then, my father has never gone out to work. He hasn't gained weight since eating, so he needs to rest and recuperate. At home, he became much gentler, and he didn't always frown when he worked hard as before. There are more conversations between us.
It can be said that 99% of my blood comes from my father, and we are so similar. The only thing left is that my father didn't get fat when eating, and I didn't inherit it. That's a real pity.
We often communicate around various social topics. Obviously, our thoughts are the same, and we can always reach an understanding. We can even convince each other.
However, we never talk about ourselves.
When I grew up, I always thought that the communication between us never involved ourselves, just because we were so alike. Know each other too well. Therefore, avoiding each other's topic is equivalent to avoiding your own; Leaving space for each other means leaving space for yourself; Don't embarrass each other like you don't embarrass yourself. We carefully protect each other and ourselves.
Sometimes in amusement parks or public places, I envy the scenes where my father and my little daughter play and the pictures of father and daughter talking on TV. People often say that fatherly love is unknown, so my fatherly love is a silent square, because it is more silent, but it is deeper in my heart.
Dad likes to take a gentle bite on my arm, and then I pretend that I don't want to rub his saliva back on him, and he will sip his mouth. If I kiss his face, he will scream "dizzy, dizzy." ; Even though I have passed the second animal year, he still calls me "baby"; Wash socks that I am sometimes too lazy to wash; When I cry, I will pretend I can't see. Don't embarrass me. ...
Even though the communication between us has been lacking, my father still loves me in his special way. Our hearts can understand each other and need each other more than anyone else.
To love him is to love myself.
There is a person, no matter where you go, he can't give up his concern for you, and he is willing to devote his life to you selflessly;
There is a person, no matter where you go, he can't give up his concern for you, and he is willing to devote his life to you selflessly;
There is a kind of love that you can take and enjoy at will without asking for anything in return.
This person is called "father", and this kind of love is called "fatherly love".
There is no thrilling historical epic, no stormy waves, and father's love is like a spring rain, a love song, which moistens things quietly and is long and long. ...
Father's love is the ultimate destination of a wanderer and a clear spring that moistens children's hearts. With a mouthful of children's drink, the aftertaste is endless ...
Thus, in the children's laughter and tears, the father's love was touched. ...
Father's love is like an idyll, distant and pure, elegant and light;
Father's love is like landscape painting, washing away the lead carving and leaving it fresh and natural;
Father's love is like a affectionate song, melodious and melodious, singing softly;
Father's love is like a warm wind, which blows away the snowflakes and brings infinite spring.
Father's love is a lifetime of laughter; Fatherly love is the yearning for wandering around the world; Father's love is the desire of the children in front of the hospital bed; Fatherly love is the ardent expectation of children's growth ...
When I think of my father, my depression will turn into high emotions;
When I think of my father, wasting my time will turn into great pride;
When I think of my father, wandering wanderers will sprout the desire to go home;
Thinking of my father, my wandering heart found a home.
Time is like water. Time flies. How many memories have faded, but we have never changed our thoughts about our father. ...
Yingying went to Yan, and spring went. Her face is getting old and her hair is as white as snow. Her children grow up day by day, but her father grows old day by day. ...
Children will jump into their father's arms and shed tears when they see his white-haired father on the high hall!
Fatherly love is great and selfless. It immerses everything and fills the space between heaven and earth.
With fatherly love, mankind has moved from barbarism to the prosperity of civilization;
With fatherly love, society moves from indifference and severity to peace and well-being;
With fatherly love, we move from melancholy to singing, from stupidity to wisdom;
With fatherly love, there will be the beginning of life, the continuation of history, the germination of reason and the return of human nature.
Let's unfold the long scroll of years, brush away the dust of history, feel the true feelings in this world, and interpret the lingering love of fathers. ...
The songs and dances in the pavilions on the high platform have gradually subsided, and the prosperity of the past has disappeared. Only the loving father's love has crossed the Millennium time and space!
It is history that gives my father eternal love; It is true feelings that endow children with deep attachment to their fathers.
Busy and careless, let us ignore too much fatherly love. Father's Day is coming again, please tell your father all the gratitude, thoughts, blessings and apologies that are surging in your heart! Let your emotions vent freely today-Dad, I love you!
Let's give more care to our fathers, and let's say "safe life" to fathers all over the world.
The colors of spring are really colorful, the sun is red, the sky is blue, the treetops are light green, and the winter jasmine is delicate yellow ... No wonder poets love to sing praises to spring, and painters love to describe it, because spring is the fusion of all the beautiful things in the world and the meeting of all colors. I wonder why these colorful colors choose spring to come to the earth. The spring rain is continuous and gentle. It moistens the earth, caresses it and whispers to it. When people are unconscious, they quietly merge into a river and accumulate into a deep pool. Ah, it is the spring rain that brings green life to the pool. Wind and rain always come together. In early spring, the cold wind awakened everything. The treetops are green, the earth is green, and even the platforms of towering buildings are green. Wang Anshi of the Song Dynasty wrote a poem: "Spring breeze is green in Jiang Nanan." How well you speak! But is it more than "green"? Under the blowing of the wind, the wild flowers all over the mountains opened their eyes, one, two, one cluster, two clusters ... even joined together and merged into the sea. People face this ocean of blue, red and yellow ... gorgeous colors, and their troubles are gone, and their listlessness is gone. Thank the color of spring for giving us upward strength and confidence. Look at the sky in spring. Why is the sky colorful and dazzling? Ah, that's a kite flown by children. Under the blue sky and white clouds, kites of various shapes are flying freely. What a refreshing sight! Spring belongs to children, and the sky belongs to children, but aren't they also trying to dress up spring and add its color? However, if you lean down and look closely, you will find that there are scattered yellow in the pleasing colors, which is the trace left by last winter. You may sigh: "A fly in the ointment!" Yes, who will be in a good mood when looking at those few broken limbs and flagging grasses? However, you might as well cut off the yellow winter clothes, and you will find something more novel. It's green inside! It turns out that yellow grass is also gestating, gestating a better spring. I finally understand why the colors in spring are so rich: it is the colored pens in the hands of Miss Chun who are waving diligently; It is naive children who dress naive; It is a grass that is silently bred and ignored by people. People who enjoy the color of spring, what have you contributed to the color of spring? The scenery of spring and winter grandpa sent away the cold of the earth, and the spring girl came to the world with light steps. The scenery in spring is very beautiful, just like a vivid painting. The sunshine in spring is particularly bright, and the girl in spring smiles. Sunlight and red beams come and touch you gently, like a young mother's hand. With the brisk pace of the spring girl, the green grass broke through the ground and dived out of the soil, tender and green. In the park, you can see these tenacious grasses everywhere. In this warm season, in the Woods, many trees are full of bright flowers; Everyone refuses to compromise. Red, yellow, white and purple flowers really look like a beautiful big flower bed. Many butterflies and bees smell the flowers and fly around to collect honey and fly around in mid-air. In the Woods, many birds are flying freely and happily. When they are happy, they sing crisp and pleasant songs. The warm spring breeze blew the river, and the river was suddenly infected by a sweet flute. Looking around, a group of naughty children are making willow flutes with weeping willow stems! They blew out the happiness and joy in their hearts. The rain in spring is gentle, and only the spring rain beats the branches and leaves of bamboo. Rain sometimes falls in a straight line and sometimes floats with the wind, leaving a beautiful image of smoke, fog, yarn and silk. The splashing rain flower seems to be a beating note on the piano, playing a beautiful melody. How can the sky be colorful and dazzling? Ah, so the children are on guard against kites. Under the blue sky and white clouds, all kinds of kites are flying freely and soaring. What a refreshing sight! Ah, everything in spring is full of vitality. Ah, spring is so beautiful! Let's feel the beauty of nature with our heart.
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Because of a composition, I became a representative of Chinese class in senior high school.
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