★ The moon hangs obliquely in the sky, smiling, and the stars are crowded with the Milky Way, blinking.
★ A full moon rises, like a bright lamp, hanging high in the sky.
★ The moon opened its eyes wide and looked kindly at the villages and fields, much like a polished copper plate.
★ As the full moon rises, a soft smile appears on her silvered face.
★ The bright full moon has been lifted to the sky by the distant blue mountain.
★ The moon is round, like a spinning wheel, spinning her romantic reverie.
★ At night, it is very quiet. A full moon like a jade plate passes through the clouds, and the faint moonlight shines on the earth.
★ An apricot full moon climbed out of the mountain mouth and threw its reflection into the lake.
★ The full moon is like a yellow lantern, lifted from the eastern horizon and hung in the sky.
★ At night, the full moon rises, and a piece of peace shines on the earth with the silver moonlight.
★ The moon rises gradually. She is dressed in a long white gauze dress, quiet and serene, gentle and generous. Her silver face left a gentle smile through the willow branches.
★ The moon is like a newly married daughter-in-law. Just coming from the eastern horizon, she shyly got into the leaves and hid.
★ The moon is like a weather-beaten old man, slowly combing the glistening moonlight.
★ The moon is like a shy girl, hiding in the clouds for a while, lifting the veil to reveal her charming face for a while, and the whole world is immersed in the dreamy silver gray by moonlight.
★ The moon is so bright that it turns the earth into snow blue, and trees, houses and streets are like a layer of mercury.
★ At the western end of the forest outside the door, the hanging first quarter moon has turned into a golden watermelon, not a curved eyebrow.
★ In the morning, the waning moon is like a pebble that has lost its luster and is thrown in the horizon.
★ A crescent moon is like a white pear, quietly blooming in the light blue sky.
★ The night sky is starry, and the moon is like a fishing boat, as if sailing in a wide silver river.
★ The moon is like a bow, winding in the sky.
★ A crescent moon rises from the distant forest. It's as white as freshly extracted silver.
★ A crescent moon, like a silver sickle, sticks out from the dark mountain peak.
★ A crescent moon rises, like a jade carving banana embedded in the sky, with bright blue light.
★ A crescent moon is like a boat, with its pointed bow facing upwards, rowing on the calm lake in the middle of the night, which gives me a feeling.
★ A crescent moon hangs high in the deep blue sky, and the clear water shines on the earth.
★ The crescent moon is like a golden boat moored among the branches.
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Passion burning like fire, passion shaking everything like a hurricane, passion flowing down like a waterfall, passion crackling like firecrackers, how could my youth be without them!
In fact, everything is passionate, and it is more beautiful and elegant because of passion. Flowers are the passion of plants, thunder and lightning are the passion of clouds, waves are the passion of rivers, wind is the passion of air, sunset is the passion of morning, and galloping is the passion of grassland. ...
It is passion that makes our hearts thump, as exciting as drums; It is passion that makes our blood surge like the tide; It is passion that makes our courage erupt like a volcano; It is passion that releases our strength like a hammer; It is passion that makes us flap our wings gently and fly to the ideal of hanging high; It's passion, let's stride towards distant goals. It is passion, let our fists hold high some vows; It's passion. Let's hold on to some beliefs. In a word, it is passion that makes our life enter the most enthusiastic state.
Life without passion is like a story without climax, like a peacock without a screen, like a bowstring without a full moon, like the water is always warm and boiling, like a football match without a shot, like a mountain without a summit.
Let us face the cliff and have the passion to climb; Facing the sea, there is a passion for surfing; Facing the starry sky, there is a passion to look up; Facing the land, there is a passion for farming; Facing the runway, there is a passion for sprinting; Facing books, there is a passion to study hard, and facing problems, there is a passion to ask questions; Facing the competition, have the passion to beat the opponent; In the face of failure, I have the passion to get up after falling.
Life has given us a huge and infinitely noble gift, that is, youth: full of strength, full of expectation, willingness, full of ambition to learn and struggle.
Wu Rui Festival is coming, I send you a sweet zongzi: with fragrant blessings as leaves, generous tolerance as meters, gentle reminders as stuffing, and then wrapped with silk thread of friendship. I hope you can taste the beauty of life and the feelings of May 5.
In fact, life is like four seasons; Innocent childhood is the spring of life, passionate youth is the summer of life, steady middle age is the autumn of life, and rickety old age is the winter of life. The deceased is like this, youth is no longer there, and the aging of the body is a natural law. As long as people keep their inner spring, life will always be young.
People have physical youth, which is measured by age and body; There is also psychological youth, measured by thoughts and mentality. Some people, when they are young, have no long-term aspirations and are unhappy, and they are already aging when they are young; Some people are old, but full of vigor, but they are always young when they are old. Physical youth is like a beautiful flower, but it can't bloom forever; Psychological youth, like pine and cypress, can be proud of the wind and frost of time.
Always eager for maturity, but want to stick to it forever, always want to gain success, but the efforts made unexpectedly fail; I always want to have a clear sky of my own, but I can't get out of the sad rainy season; I always want to be chic, but I can't change that loneliness. It is not until the age when youth is gone that we know how to cherish it.
The finite past is based on the present, and the infinite future is based on the present. Between "the past" and "the future", there is "the present" to make it continuous, eternal and a reality without beginning and end. Ring the bell of the present, and the infinite past and future echo from afar.
Splendid rivers and mountains fly to the clouds, and the water and sky are sparkling.
Lakes and mountains, beautiful mountains and rivers, beautiful mountains and rivers.
White practice, empty smoke, wide mountains, clear water and beautiful mountains and waters.
The mountains and rivers are still picturesque.
There are mountains, mountains and rivers, mountains and rivers, rivers and mountains.
Mountain climbing, waterfront, lakes and mountains, famous mountains and rivers, mountains and valleys in front.
Splendid rivers and mountains fly to the clouds, and the water and sky are sparkling.
Lakes and mountains, beautiful mountains and rivers, beautiful mountains and rivers.
White practice, empty smoke, vast mountains and beautiful scenery, vast expanse.
Magnificent mountains and rivers, colorful weather, vast land and large population.
Beautiful people, beautiful mountains and rivers, rich water plants.
Magnificent, majestic, ups and downs, ups and downs, mountainous, flat and fertile.
The sound of nature in Linhai Snow Mountain
Spring blossoms, the spring breeze is warm, the spring breeze caresses, and the spring is full.
Flowers bloom, spring returns to the earth, everything recovers, and strives for spring.
Vientiane is new and colorful, and spring is warm and cold in March.
Sunny weather, gentle breeze and drizzle, birds and flowers, colorful weather,
Flourishing leaves, singing and dancing, spring as deep as the sea, spring dew and autumn frost,
Spring river seems to be practicing, singing and whispering, spring breeze blowing gently, peach and plum spring breeze,
Buds bloom, spring mountains are like flowers, butterflies fly, and spring is pleasant.
Willow green, red willow green, spring seedling green, first warm and then cold,
Blooming spring flowers