1 This is a canyon covered with lilies. Lily flowers bloom quietly, everywhere by the water, on the slope, beside the rocks, and under the big trees. They are not crazy or noisy, and they have no bright colors, as if they are open, that is, open, without any other thoughts. The sunlight over the canyon is bright, even intense, but because the canyon is so deep, the sunlight seems to take a long time. Therefore, when it shines into the canyon and hits these lilies, the sunlight has become soft, as soft as a thin and light rain curtain that can flutter.

——Cao Wenxuan's "Root Bird"

2 Spring is in Tianchou, and the soft soil exudes a fresh and moist atmosphere. The wheat seedlings wake up after a winter break and are full of energy, showing a unique style. Vigorous and full of vitality; the canal water sings, like the milk of maternal love, blending with the blood of the land and wheat seedlings. Spring is by the river, with clear blue waves, fish and shrimp swimming freely, frogs and drums swaying their throats, willow silk dancing with graceful shadows, the sun and water reflecting each other, and gold and silver falling in hand. Spring is in the sky, swallows are whispering, butterflies are fluttering, kites are flying high, the strong spring feeling fills the white clouds, and sweet laughter travels across the vast nine days. Spring is in the orchard, with red apricots flowing, peach blossoms blooming in the clouds, pear trees flying with snow, bees and butterflies chasing and making noise, brewing the sweetness and fragrance of life...

——"Ode to Spring"

3 Annie also made friends with the spring water in the depression. The spring water is clear, deep, and as cool as ice. The bottom of the spring is covered with smooth red sandstone. Water ferns as wide as coconut leaves grow around the spring. There is a single-plank bridge across the small river opposite the spring. .

After crossing the single-plank bridge, you will see the woods on the hill. The forest is lined with thick fir trees and Ezo pine trees. The meadow in the forest is always as dim as dusk. In addition to the most gentle, lovely and dreamy daffodils that are everywhere in the forest, the flowers there are also dotted with a few flowers that have withered after blooming a few years ago. The gorgeous, ghostly Betzheim star has a faint beauty. Silver-like spider webs hang between the branches of the trees, and the branches of the fir tree and the webs seem to be whispering affectionately.

——"Anne of Green Gables"

4 The summer now is a real summer. As soon as the sun appeared, invisible heat filled the sky and the earth. When the sun rolled over like a golden wheel, rolling straight to the top of people's heads, the sky and the earth seemed to become sparkling with fire. The reed leaves by the river were curled by the sun. All the plants could not resist the attack of the heat wave and lowered their heads sleepily. Occasionally, people walked by on the road, all in a hurry, as if they would be burned if they stayed in this kind of sunshine for too long. Children who could swim and those who couldn't were forced into the river by the unbearable heat. So there was a lot of noise on the river.

——Cao Wenxuan's "Thatched House"

5 Very big buds, the little prince felt that a miracle would definitely appear from this bud. However, this flower spent a long time dressing itself up in its green room. She carefully selected her future color, decorated it slowly and matched her petals piece by piece. She did not want to be like the poppies with wrinkles on her face when she was born. She wanted to bring herself into the world with her dazzling beauty. Yes, she is very flirtatious. She spent many days in heavenly dressing and grooming. Then, one morning, just as the sun was rising, she opened up. She had made such detailed preparations, but she yawned and said:

"I just woke up, I'm so sorry, look at my hair is still messy..."

——"The Little Prince"

6 All setbacks and sorrows can make us suffer and cry when they happen. However, when we look at them from a distance, we can feel a trace of sweet sadness. The losses of that year turned out to be the gains of today. As long as we are willing to wait patiently and let time work slowly and slowly flow into a wide river, at that time, from a long distance, if we look at you and me when we were young, we will see how beautiful it is. The water washed it to a level of clarity and cleanliness, leaving her face as beautiful as an angel.

It is a pity that the distance across the shore is a distance that can never be crossed. Living in a beautiful and mythical story, we always couldn't know it at the time, but we waited until we saw it clearly. , when I understood it in my heart, the real story had already turned into a myth. I could only watch it from a distance across the shore, and could never go back.

——Xi Murong's "Summer's Diary"

7 The changing clouds floated leisurely over my head. I once again saw the myths that had appeared in my childhood hallucinations: floats pulled by horses, ethereal beauties, magnificent palaces... My heart suddenly became sweet, and in the clouds, I seemed to see I remember my childhood self, the cute little girl who ran towards me with bare feet and patter, wearing glasses drawn with a brush, wrinkles and beard drawn with a brush, and opening her mouth without front teeth. , chuckled, and said to me: "You silly old woman, why are you looking for me? I have not left you, I have always lived in your heart.

Otherwise, how can you have the heart of a child? "

——Zhang Jie's "Dream"

8 And the small river around the foot of the mountain is also green. It is another kind of green, bright, like As if it has been mixed with oil, as for the mountain, it is still green, but it is a pile of rich dark green. It makes people feel that no matter where you start, you can't open a crack. It makes people feel that even if you peel off two layers of it, Even when it comes down, its green color is still not diminished. In addition, my screen window is also green, a very light green. When the sun shines on it, it really looks as ethereal as the gauze skirt of an ancient beauty. You think, I am. Writing to you on such a green morning, how can my heart not be filled with vibrant green?

——Zhang Xiaofeng's "First Snow"

9 The leaves of the sycamore tree began to fall rustlingly, and a lot of mysterious beauty fell into my heart. I suddenly became confused, and my little heart simply couldn't bear this excitement. I picked up a fallen leaf. The leaf was yellow-brown and curved, like a boat carrying dreams, and there were two beautiful sycamore seeds growing on the side of the ship. Every time there was a gust of wind, I would shuttle through the rain of fallen leaves and pick them up. There must be one or two sycamores sprouting on the grass that I have not picked up. After twenty years, I seem to be able to hear the distant west wind and the rustling of fallen leaves in the wind. I can still see those boats carrying dreams, sailing in the grassland, sailing in the hope of a seed

——Zhang Xiaofeng "Autumn Autumn"

10 The appearance of the mountains has disappeared. Now that autumn has gone thin, the white-velvet sea of ??reeds has also receded. The acacia trees are dark green, the tung trees are light green, the new bamboos are emerald green, and the grass that has just emerged is yellow-green. The green of the old trees and the tender green of the vines crowded the mountain. I walked slowly, on top of the green, between the green, and under the green. , Green is in me, I am in green.

The wine of sunshine is very light, but very mellow, and is poured into each cup-shaped little wild flower. What kind of king is he. What about holding a picnic? Why make every corner so luxurious and elegant that everyone who walks by will feel shabby? ——Zhang Xiaofeng's "Magic Season"

11 So, I sat quietly next to her, and the two of us looked at the miraculous clear sky. The little girl, who is usually a noisy girl, seemed to be shocked that day, showing a pious silence. Through surprise and almost unbelievable joy, she met the sky. Her eyes started from the small window, and the bright blue started from the other end. On that beautiful May morning, they met each other. That moment was really sacred to me. Holding her little hand, I felt that she no longer just knew "sky" from the stroke structure. She was realizing the broadness, magnanimity, and profundity in surprise and admiration - she met the blue sky face to face, and she Grow up.

——Zhang Xiaofeng's "Meeting"

12 I like to walk on the narrow mountain path in the spring breeze, the strawberries are like exquisite red lanterns, and the knots are diligent all the way. With. I like to look up at the spiky little buds on the treetops. The extremely tender yellow-green reveals an innocent pink color - it seems to be preparing to give something and show something. That delicate yet lively demeanor often teaches me some of the most beautiful truths silently.

I like to see a flat, shiny rice field. The tiny grass seedlings are densely arranged together, like a velvety blanket, woven from the feathers of many kingfishers. It always inspires my desire to lie down on it.

——Zhang Xiaofeng "I Like"

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