Autumn

In our expectation, autumn came in a hurry. In autumn, the lead flower of summer was washed away, and the hot day of summer was sent away. It brings cool autumn. The breeze is coming, and I feel relaxed and refreshing. Strolling in the continuous autumn rain, there is a different taste. Autumn is not the charm of spring, the enchanting of summer, the elegance of winter, the red leaves everywhere, and the golden yellow everywhere are its true colors. Clear Sky, autumn is its character. In autumn, although there are no flowers matching each other, the chrysanthemum with different shapes and contrasting beauty decorated autumn extremely enchanting. Autumn turns the green green land into golden yellow. The leaves kissed the tree reluctantly under the urge of autumn wind, or floated in rivers and lakes with the wind, or floated down the earth and dissolved in dust. Although it is very sad, it is very sad and beautiful. Autumn is the harvest season. After the sowing in spring and the cultivation in summer, we have gained hope and fruits. Welcome the harvest of grain. We have passed the year of establishment, and it is the autumn of our life. Ana’s colorful and romantic years are gone forever. We are more peaceful in tasting a cup of fragrant and attractive green tea, listening to the music we like and appreciating the words we like, either happy or depressed, satisfied or emotional, or lonely or intoxicated. Looking at the grown-up children, I felt a little satisfied in my heart. Looking back at the road I had gone through, although I had experienced hardships and tears, I still sighed with emotion that this life was worth:. I like autumn, not because it is the season of harvest, but because it is the season of breeding hope. Like (prose editor: Shu Kuang) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

Not old trenchman soul Horn singing Chuanjiang (Impression Wulong Cup)

Walking into Wulong, I kissed the familiar land. In Chuanjiang, I still watched the deep canyon. I listened to the footnotes of the years, only the trumpet still rang, but the Truster didn’t know where it was? I don’t know where to go? Whether they are in the season of poetry and painting, or on the bank of Chuanjiang River, no, neither. Their figures are still in yesterday, and they are still in the memory of Chuanjiang River, quietly integrated into the connotation of the Chenzi culture. The trenchman left imprints in the years, and wrote praise words in the impression of Wulong! In Wulong, looking at the Chuanjiang River, the wide silver belt divided the mountains on both sides, from which the water transportation began. The original wooden boats carried the vicissitudes of time. In the days of slender, they have their own bitterness and happiness. The spiritual elements, such as marching forward one after another, overcoming difficulties and persisting in the long journey, all gathered into this thick rope, singing the chants of Chuanjiang River. The footprints on the shore left the memory of the years. Walking into Wulong, thinking about the past Chuanjiang, a wooden boat carrying vicissitudes, no matter how difficult the road under the feet is? It still needs the trenchman to extend it with love. Although the emergence of motor boats now replaces all of these and makes the former trenchman disappear, the history of trenchman’s life will always be written in the history of Wulong’s development, because the song of life condensed by trenchman’s warm blood and sweat is more magnificent, it is not only a display of striving and heroic feelings, but also a song reflecting the high tune, the characteristics of a group of people and songs. Impression of Wulong and Chuanjiang Chazi is not only a custom inherited by Wulong for thousands of years, but also a river of Chazi culture flowing from Wulong. After listening to the chants of Sichuan river and letting our memory travel through time and space, we can’t help thinking of the situation of grooming in the sunset. Ropes indicate their direction of advance, the old and young trackers hold hands and help each other to move forward, which shows the power of unity. The scorching sun is burning and thorns are ridden. They do not flinch. This is the essence of the slogan culture now, only with these spirits can we continue the wisdom and courage of the people of Wulong today and create the glorious history of the development of Wulong today. The essence of these songs is the source of strength for the civilization and progress, development and transcendence of the contemporary Wulong culture. The impression is Wulong, with clear water and green mountains. A boat passes by and the trumpet rises. It is the coexistence of spirit and culture. We recall it with memory and release it with thoughts. When we hear the footnotes of time, when we feel the profound heritage of the culture, we look forward to the bright prospect of Wulong. Although we are passers-by, we can’t help praising the rippling spring water of Chuanjiang, go to poetry and painting the towering Chuanjiang Canyon, and read the simple feelings of the people of Wu Long who unite and forge ahead. The soul of the young Trencher, the chant singing the Chuanjiang River, standing beside the Chuanjiang River to watch Wulong, taking off in Wulong, catching up and surpassing in Wulong, these are the impressions of my passing passengers, because the power of Trencher’s inspiration is. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…