2. Hate is a piece of ice, which melts when heated.
Everyone has only his name, and everyone has the same rights.
In the process of singing, grandma sometimes advances, sometimes retreats, sometimes flies, and youth instantly returns to her, making her look like a flower. Everyone was attracted by her.
I am so afraid of my grandfather that I always feel that his green eyes are staring at me.
6. The light and shadow are no longer swaying, and the moonlight is clearly printed on the floor, which looks so sad and quiet.
When I was young, I imagined myself as a beehive. All kinds of ordinary rough people, like bees, send the knowledge and thoughts of life into the hive. They tried their best to enrich my mind generously. This kind of bee is often dirty and bitter, but as long as it is knowledge, it is honey.
8, gloomy autumn, not only can't see the sun, but also can't feel the warmth of the sun, and even forget the existence of the sun-in this autumn, I lost my way in the Woods more than once. When you are far away from the road, exhausted and unable to find the path, you have to tread the muddy road, step over the thorns and step on the uneven mound and go straight ahead. In this way, you can always walk on the wide road in the end!
9. When night comes, something as powerful, fresh and caring as a loving mother, like a hug, is gently touched by silence like a warm and furry hand, brushing away everything that should be forgotten in memory and all the fine dust that erodes people during the day.
10, rising against the current, raising high and warm as colorful branches in spring.
1 1. On the blue surface of the Volga River, orange-red ships are upstream, and golden blades are slowly drifting downstream.
12, a few days after the burial, my grandfather said to me, "Hey, Lacey, you are not a medal. You can't always hang it around my neck. This is not your place. Go to the earth to make a living ... "
13, people often hear their songs and stop to watch them from the window. The upturned face reminds me of dirty dishes that haven't been washed yet.
14, so I went to the earth.
15, it's dazzling outside. My bird is playing in the cage, and the yellow bird, the gray bird and the goldfinch are singing.
16. In people's minds, joy and sadness are almost intertwined, alternating with each other at an unpredictable and puzzling speed.
17, "wake up, everyone is dead. What is this? Isn't the bird dead?"
18, that's it, I made a decision. This autumn, inspirational poem, I'm going to Kazan, hoping maybe I can go to college there.
19, Zokan blushed and walked into the middle of the kitchen, jumping up like a flame: his hands were high, his steps were too fast to distinguish, his shirt was shaking, and he was shining like a flame. He danced wildly, as if he could jump all over the city by opening the door and letting him out! In the long empty and boring years, fighting is a holiday, but fire can be fun; Scars can also add luster to a dull and expressionless face.
20, autumn rain and autumn wind, branches swaying, cold and humid outside, but warm as spring inside, everyone sitting next to each other, harmonious atmosphere. Everyone was infected by him and trembled with him.