Quietly, quietly, the spring girl stepped into this small town unknowingly with light footsteps. Her footsteps were so light and light that we didn't know it at all. When we really feel her arrival, she has put on green, and her footsteps have walked into our lives lightly!
Walking on the way to the botanical garden, the air obviously added a bit of warmth. A spring breeze blew, and the willow branches on both sides danced softly with the wind, like the soft and elegant long hair of a spring girl. A closer look revealed that there were still some yellow and tender willow buds on it. At a cursory look, there was a light green color. After a few blinks, the green color seemed to have disappeared without a trace, as if playing hide-and-seek with us.
Spring in the botanical garden seems to be more obvious. Each flower in the flower bed is fragrant and competing for beauty, the red everlasting red like a glow, the morning glory of various colors crawls up the thin bamboo poles, and the small horns of bright colors seem to be saying hello to people. Each flower spreads its tender petals to accept the gift of spring. The wind ran past me again, and the flowers swayed gently from side to side, as if dancing for the arrival of spring.
The color of spring is not as bright and intense as that of summer, but light and unforgettable, like light-colored ink painting, which has infinite charm.
The grass seemed to be afraid of people, and secretly stuck out its head to take a look at the outside world, so they broke the ground with some wet soil, and quietly dyed a little bright green, the light green, as if it would disappear with a touch of the hand; the flowers seemed shy, tightly closing the petals into flower bones, otherwise how could their flowers appear so red when they opened? The sky seems to have woken up, throwing away the gray of winter, and replacing it with a pure sky blue coat of spring, everything seems to be painted with a layer of shiny crystals, and it seems that there is light everywhere.
Please smell the smell of the air again, do you feel any difference? Without the cold and cold of the winter air, but with a little warmth and warmth, there is the faint aroma of the soil in spring, the shallow smell of grass, and the aroma of flowers. Combined with the unique smell of spring, it wonderful to form a fragrance, which is the fragrance left by all the positions that spring girl has walked, you don't need me to say it, you also know that this must be the exclusive secret formula of spring girl. Quietly, quietly, Miss Chun may not know when she will leave with light footsteps, light without leaving a trace, light without us noticing, light with us unable to retain, light with us endless beauty and coziness!
The sea is the home of fish. The soft sea seems to touch me, soothe this sadness and pain. The blue and clear sea water shines with its unique light, like a gem, melting everything, dreams, > happiness. - - Inscription The sea is not unfamiliar to me. Since I was a child, it has been the place I have been to the most. Peace and tranquility. She is the embodiment of beauty and the most outstanding wedding place. This is just the surface. Her soul, heart, etc., are unparalleled. That day, I realized.
The hurried drum beats, the impetuous scale, the hypocritical smile, the numb eyes, refuse to be assimilated. I am used to the noise and complexity of the city, and I want to relax and relax, heavy schoolwork! Just when the National Day is coming, I followed my parents and returned to the sea of my hometown. I have never found it before, but I thought that the sea is a peaceful and quiet place, but it can only be appreciated by people: Who knows, in the sorrow and pain of the pressure of my study this time, I actually discovered the soul of the sea, tolerance, kindness, severity, and diligence. The sky and water communicate, and from a distance, the blue sky and the sea merge into the human eye, without a gap. Like a mirror, without ripples. Sometimes it is like a group of screeching larks, rising rapidly towards the place where God and incantations are hidden, slamming violently towards the imaginary vastness of the day, the sea whistling and surging, connecting in waves like charging from a height, a dazzling arc bulging in the ground, like a ringing drum, wanting to shine porcelain. All this makes me no longer sad, but my blood is boiling, and I no longer worry that the power and will of human beings have nowhere to live.
In the early morning of the day, the morning sun rises from the east, the sea emerges, hanging among the clouds, radiant, the layers of clouds are dyed orange-red brightly, like a flame boiling, and the sea water is also dyed with the blood of the other side. "Half the river is red, half the river is red," Haibi River is more outstanding and more dazzling.
In the evening of the red sun, the sky is no longer deep blue, red, full of vitality, dyed on the sea, dark sadness, which makes people sigh.
The bright moon is in the sky, the moon is bright, and the sea is covered with a silver-white battle suit, so that the brave general of the sea can return victoriously.
The waves beat against the reef by the sea on the beach, beat out the rhythm of rhythm, dance and spin with the music, for a moment, as if forgetting everything, forgetting the world, in an unknown world, only oneself, no pain, no fatigue.
The sea is stretched, flexible, and water. She is like a mother, caressing you with tender hands, her loving eyes will melt you, her tolerant character will make you feel ashamed, and her careful care will make you cry. She is like a mother, loving and tolerant.
Also like a father, hard-working and stern, strong and unyielding, masculine, but his love for you has never diminished. Father, sea, mother, sea, those closest to you are one.
The people around are playing and playing with the sea. Haier accompanies people very patiently, making people happy, like a loving mother, like a loving mother of a loving mother.
Sea, sea, accommodate hundreds of rivers, the sky is still the sky, the cloud is still the cloud, everything has not changed, except for one thing, the sea has accepted my unhappiness.
The wind whistled, the waves patted gently, and everything in the blue made people intoxicated. O sea, your soul, let the world forget the pain, accept the sacred baptism, and be happy.
The Lantern Festival has been the custom of watching lanterns and fireworks since ancient times. In this beautiful festival, a fireworks show was held in the square of our community.
After seven o'clock in the evening, people gathered from all directions, crowded and dark.
About ten minutes later, a string of thousands of firecrackers opened the prelude to the performance. The sound was so loud that the ground trembled, and even if you stood among the crowd, you could see the light it emitted. Then, a curtain of golden waterfalls fell from the sky, and the dazzling gold blocked everything behind, making people feel that only the waterfall was flowing in front of them. The highlights of the waterfall are like stars. How beautiful the Milky Way is! Just like Li Bai's poem "Suspected that the Milky Way is falling into the nine heavens"! But I think the "Milky Way" that Li Bai saw must not be as dazzling as this waterfall!
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