Listen to the wind and look at the sky

I like sitting quietly alone, listening to the sound of the wind blowing and looking at the boundless sky.

when I am happy, I like to sit on a small hillside. The wind blows gently, bringing the sweetness of flowers and the fragrance of grass. I find it is always so gentle that the trees laugh for it and the running water sings for it. I smiled and felt all the subtle changes. Close your eyes, listen quietly, listen, and hear the laughter of the wind. It laughs so happily, so happily. At this time, a kind of joy will always come to my heart. Open your eyes and look at the blue sky, only to find the vastness of this world. Sometimes I go back and wonder if there will be another world in that distant horizon. Although I know it is impossible, I still keep looking at it, hoping that one day I can see another world, another more beautiful and happier world.

when I am sad, I like to sit on a bench under a tree. The wind rolled the fallen leaves and blew across the endless fields, the vast grasslands and my side. I can feel its sadness and melancholy. Close your eyes slowly and listen to the words of the wind. It tells me that when there are flowers, there are flowers that fade. It tells me that when there are gatherings, there are separations. Hearing this, I cried, and the wind blew my cheeks and dried the tears on my face. The wind quietly left, also took away the sadness, also took away the sorrow. Looking up at the distant sky, I couldn't help but relax a lot, because on that day, I seemed to see hope and a brand-new world.

that's what I like. I'll be satisfied if I sit quietly, whether it's midsummer or winter, whether it's day or night, listening to the words of the wind and looking at the world in the distance.

I hope I can ride the wings of the wind to the more beautiful and happier world on the horizon like a fallen leaf ... 2. Ask for an 8-word composition to give praise to the potted cactus named

Cactus. Its indomitable character is very surprising, and it doesn't care whether there is water, no water, hot weather or cold weather.

Its green body has palm-shaped stems covered with hard spines, so it doesn't keep growing upward, just like a pyramid. A piece of "green palm" grows a piece of "green little hand length", which makes people have a lot of reverie.

wherever it grows, it stands in this posture. In the hot and long drought summer, other potted plants have bowed their heads, while cactus looks up at the blue sky like a warrior; In the bitter winter, other potted plants have already been taken back indoors by their owners, but cactus is weathered and unafraid of the surrounding environment.

It never pays attention to it. As soon as it takes root, it seems to say, "This place is really nice. Let's grow here!" The immortal is covered with hard thorns, and any wild animals stop at once when they see it. Pests want to bite it, and their bodies are always riddled with holes.

As soon as the green cactus broke to the ground, everyone thought it was dead. No, if you do anything like this, it will be wrong. It uses the nutrients of its body to grow roots and cultivate a young cactus. This is the real "rooting". Who can match its tenacious vitality? This seemingly ordinary plant, who would have expected, will grow beautiful flowers, just like the colorful tassels on a samurai helmet.

cactus is a tropical plant. It is shaped like a palm, so it is named cactus. It is not afraid of the heat, that is, the temperature is as high as 4 degrees Celsius, and it can survive strongly without drinking water for several days.

In this way, it stands the test of the scorching sun day by day, month by month and year by year, and grows happily. People should also have this indomitable spirit, and live and work with a strong will no matter in good times or bad times.

cactus is also a good medicine blindly. People are sick. It can help, for example, if they have mumps. Just mash it with stones and apply it to their cheeks, and they will soon recover. Cactus has no flowers that make people envy at first sight, and it has no colorful body.

it is covered with needles, which makes people feel a chill at first sight. How admirable is its noble quality of obscurity and selfless dedication! The autumn wind last night carved that ancient and mysterious pattern on the phoenix tree. The Iraqi people's clothes became wider and wider, and people became haggard day by day, looking at the window and looking at the horizon.

The willow leaves carved with this ancient writing tell the story of Farewell My Concubine. The cold drizzle, with its deep feelings, washes the tearful scenery as clear as blood.

Han soldiers have plundered the land, and they are surrounded by songs. The overlord is still fighting to the death on the battlefield.

The concubine in the camp frowned and waited anxiously ... Finally, the overlord of Chu came back, still so mighty and handsome. Yuji walked out of the tent and saw her haunted overlord, dressed in armor from the misty smoke, with a mighty and tall Zhui on his crotch, coming from far and near.

the sound of horseshoes pedaled, synchronized with concubine's heartbeat. The azaleas on the mountain, blooming blood red, set off two lines of clear tears of Yu Ji.

Liancheng's bonfire reflected half the sky, and wisps of emergency wolf smoke went straight into the sky, like several giant pillars of the sky, supporting this gray-black sky. Loyal Wu Zhui horse carrying overlord and concubine sped by the surging Wujiang River. Overlord held the reins in one hand and hugged concubine in the other. The wind blew her long white skirt and long black hair through the smoke.

from far behind, the sound of chasing troops was loud. Later, the sound of hooves gradually approached; In front, the Wujiang River water swallows the sky and the sky; Wu Zhui, exhausted at this time.

The overlord dismounted and led the horse to stumble forward. Yu Ji, however, insisted on dismounting, holding hands and staring at each other with tears in her eyes, but she was speechless and choked.

The autumn wind blows the leaves on both sides of the Wujiang River noisily. Yu Ji releases Xiang Yu, looks at the white-hot sun in the sky, and fixes her eyes on the overlord's face. Tears are pouring down her eyes, and she trills, "Your Majesty-".Her voice is still there, and Yu Ji quickly pulls out the overlord's sword ... The water in the Wujiang River becomes warm and deep red. Overlord's sad voice echoed on the river with the whistling wind. "It's not a crime to kill me this day!" The blood mark of Yu Ji on the sword is still there. Looking back, the swift horse has arrived, and the light of the sword flashes, and history is frozen at this moment. The surging river has become the most faithful witness of this tearful historical landscape.

the most magnificent sacrifice is to praise the hero. The beauty behind the hero pays the most sad life.

The beauty behind the hero is the most tearful scenery in the long river of history. 3. Set off the characters' composition with scenery 6 words

I have never liked to laugh, perhaps because I am unhappy in my heart, but I just can't bear to leave my young child and pursue my own liberation.

cloudy clouds. Rain and rain. On the left, it is raining; On the right, it's a guy who can choose the sun.

Yao Ming always looks cold and calm. I, the vicissitudes of campus, still can't understand, and I have to leave, so I can only live alone.

The one I bumped into just now, mom and dad seemed to love each other. "Husband."

"wife!" A sentence is mixed in my ear, and I won't cry. Only childish satisfaction spreads and grows in my heart? Don't, he doesn't need to use rain to wash and awake? A long time ago, I thought they didn't divorce. Divorce was so simple that I was sad but couldn't be sad, rippling towards the sunny right.

It's a rare sunny and rainy day. Soon, I will feel warm, just thinking, and I am doomed not to be sad. "Why do you laugh so much?" Countless people have asked me this, keeping silent, as long as they know what they think, it is enough, so eye-catching, and even my name-Yuchen.

when I grow up, I don't know if it counts, or if I try to avoid the light and change the illumination of darkness. Yes, the sun can also illuminate the dark clouds.

The Foreign Aid Department of the school organized a voluntary tour: "I am unhappy, I am tired of laughing, and I am always proud, just don't want others to see my heart full of tears. Although it is so excellent, they have never quarreled for several years, and I understand everything about them; The man on the right, named Yuchen, loves the cool rain on the left.

collision, full of the flavor of a happy home. Little I always sit and watch, but I can't cry, leaving my childish fear to do whatever I want in my heart, just like sunny and rainy days.

then. " Words ripple in my ears.

since it's so excellent? Perhaps, there really shouldn't be a second alien like me. I've been trying to laugh, but I can't find my way far away. Just like a violent storm, even the rain can't break it down and dry it. I can always feel the warmth of home. "

As similar as the answer in my heart, I really should feel happy. Of course, I don't have to laugh. The sun makes me feel sad when I am happy. Two men don't have to let others know my past. Sunny sunshine still shines all the time.

as long as you are in the sun, you are still divorced! Stubborn since childhood, central. Rain, I still stubbornly chose rain, called sunny! Look up, let the rain hit your face, and see the dark clouds thoroughly. Is there really a sun up there? Fine, of course, I will go to the sun without hesitation, and there is no need to explain; Now, I see through everything about them, but the woman will split the man's property equally when she gets divorced, and of course the man won't do it.

originally, then you can disguise it by suppressing your lips. Sunny sunshine, still sprinkling, can't bring the corners of the mouth up slightly.

me, did you laugh? No! The separation that changed everything doomed me to be sad. For two years, several years ... They quarreled all the time, but they didn't get divorced. When I grow up, I have the ability to stand on my own feet and leave without hesitation. I would rather live alone. If some girls pass by at this time, they will inevitably exclaim that the two school grasses will collide, and there will be a day when they intersect or overlap. Dark clouds can wash away the sun and flow clearly. Bright and clear skies make it easier to hide the darkness.

totally different space, boundary, feeling cool, longing for the sun behind you; Sunny sun to the right, this is almost destiny takes a hand, collision. People on the left, but I haven't felt the warmth of home yet! One year, I stretched out half my face to block the sunshine, so there was a strange sight-I couldn't laugh at the middle line of the main entrance of a teaching building, broken and without warning at all? No.

two parallel lines. "You damn fool?" Countless people have asked me this.

I have answered countless times. Yu Chen went to the left and walked into the rain curtain. He needed to be in the rain to understand his thoughts.

he's just a different kind! Look around. It's raining, and I still laugh wildly every day! One year, two years, but I can't wash away the faint water stains in my eyes, because my name-Qingyang, is so yearning, but I prefer the harsh and malicious light group as if it satirizes everything. "

As similar as the answer in my heart, I choose sunshine and ignore dark clouds. From my own memory, in the center of two hearts.

-Inscription University, obviously silent and lonely, why, extension, in two hearts. It's really fear, separation and mutual accommodation. The sun is still dazzling, shining directly, and in the middle, the image of dark clouds is empty.

let it rain all the time! Only in the rain, I don't have to continue to pretend! What affection, what warmth. It turns out that this home I have always owned just hangs above my existence, but there is only one missing "thought" ...

at first, I didn't know that they were divorced until now because of my young age; Later! Like family, like warmth, there is no breath of home. I just sat and watched, because I left at a young age.

everything! ""smelly * * *, until the cheek stiff corners of the mouth can't rise, even the sun can't melt it, left rain, right sunny, but still towards the fish's cool and refreshing. It's said that he always loves to laugh and sharpen his edge, and his expression is cheerful and puffed up everywhere. It's the man who called me the two school grass, but he lacks "maybe".

maybe unhappy, just maybe. Under the eaves, continue, hover, and then disguise with a fake smile until a thick mask settles on your face.

I really want to be happy, but I haven't had time to change, the same track, the same people. Yes, it is also inevitable.

Did the person who just bumped into you cry? It's close at hand, but there is still no direction. Just like the sun that rotates that day, divorce should be too far away and so noticeable. Never afraid.

"Why don't you ever laugh? It's so easy to break, hoping that the person who is facing away will turn around. Time should be regarded as a joke, but who knows my past? As long as I can remember, the man and the woman began to quarrel, that is, the person who called me the two school grass, melodious.

dark clouds are naughty; Sunny, still silent all the time, the so-called home is so built on money, just need to change a plane or space. I answered countless times: "because I am happy." 4. Writing 6 words with scenery as background

In my mind, my father is the tallest.

I can rely on him to my heart's content. He has built a wall for me to shelter from the wind and rain. I love him very much.

My father is very concerned about me, and he never relaxes in my study. He often tells me some difficult questions and patiently explains them until I understand them. He not only attaches importance to my study in class, but also enriches my knowledge outside class.

He often talks with me and teaches me how to be a man and all kinds of knowledge. He can do anything in astronomy, geography, literature, philosophy and art. Up to now, the scene when we talked about it is still vivid. I am deeply impressed by his cheerfulness, erudition and talkativeness. I have always wanted to be like my father.

But it didn't last long. In early 1997, my father suffered from leukemia. He suddenly changed, becoming skinny, decent, and his original bright eyes became dim, but the only thing that didn't change was his optimistic and cheerful personality.

He still sings and talks with me. Looking at him, I shed tears. Since my father fell ill, he has been more concerned about my health, but he can't do anything about my study. I can't finish a topic. He is already sweating, having a splitting headache and out of breath. I can only rely on my own efforts in my study.

he is willing to ask me to combine work and rest, but where do I have the idea of playing? I would like to stay with him and listen to his calls. Even if he doesn't speak, I would like to accompany him quietly, because he doesn't know when to leave me. At the end of 1999, my father's illness worsened. On that day, when I came home from school, I saw my father lying in bed, panting feebly. I suddenly froze. My mother, who was standing by, cried anxiously and said, "My son is back. Don't you want to talk to him?" I leaned over my father's mouth, and he tried his best, trembling all over, and said, "study!" ! ！” At this time, the ambulance picked up my father, but it was the last time we met! My father left, and I understood the love he gave me, but it was too late.

I have lost my father's love and the most precious thing in the world. How much I want to hear my father's urging and caring for me again, but it will never ring in my ears again. Go through life