1. The road of life is long and colorful, just like sailing on the sea in the horizon. Sometimes it will be calm and smooth, but sometimes it will be rough and difficult. But as long as the light in our hearts does not go out, we can continue to sail along our own route.

2. The mountains on both sides of the Xiajiang River rise and fall so high that it makes people dizzy.

3. The sun is like a big fireball, its rays are scorching, the road is heated by the scorching sun, and a string of white smoke is emitted every step you step on.

4. In the midsummer of July, there is no cloud in the blue sky. The hot sun is scorching the earth, the water in the river is hot to the touch, and the soil in the ground is smoking.

5. Life is beautiful, but also short. Some lives are lonely, some have colorful lives, and different people have different pursuits in life; life is a one-way line with no return journey, and everyone spends all their time moving forward.

6. A small piece of grass may never become a towering tree, but it may become the greenest and strongest grass; a drop of water may never be able to run as fast as the Yangtze River, but it may become a The purest drop of all water.

7. Political rights produce a benefit effect. Some people have a profit motive hidden behind political rights. This is the motivation for some people to use their political rights to do business, and it is also the motivation for some people to use their power for personal gain.

8. There was not a cloud in the sky, not a bit of wind, a scorching sun overhead, and all the trees stood there listlessly and lazily.

9. He has an antique face and his small eyes are narrowed into a straight line, as if he is always on guard against others and scrutinizing others.

10. Life is like a mountain, what matters is not its height, but its beauty; life is like a rain, what matters is not its size, but its timeliness.

11. The road of life is long and colorful: in the sunshine I learn to laugh, in the clouds I learn to be strong; in the strong wind I hold on to hope, in the heavy rain I hold on to the ideal; when I stand at the end and return When I looked back, I found that I had embarked on a wonderful life path of my own.

12. The morning light is shining, and the mountain is like a shy girl, looming, and the sunset is shining on the west mountain.

13. Turn your face towards the sun and you will not see the shadow.

14. A true hero is never one who has humble sentiments, but is never succumbed to humble sentiments; the real light is never a time of darkness, but one who is never obscured by darkness. .

15. Life is like a bouquet of flowers. Only when you watch it carefully can you see its beauty; life is like a cup of tea. Only by savoring it carefully can you taste the true taste. We should taste the philosophy of life from failure, success and life.

16. Life is to smile in the face of reality, to look past obstacles and look at the future; life is to use the scissors of the soul to cut green branches on the road of life; life is to face confusion or darkness At this time, a big bright and smiling light is lit deep in the soul.

17. Life is a blooming flower, which blooms beautifully, stretched, and colorful; life is a beautiful poem, fresh and smooth, with long meaning; life is beautiful music, with harmonious melody and melodiousness. ; Life is a flowing river, running endlessly and rolling forward.

18. The early summer sunshine shines through the dense layers of branches and leaves, and the ground is covered with sparkling light spots the size of copper coins.

19. The weather was swelteringly hot, with no wind at all and the thick air seemed to be frozen.

20. Life is like flowers, colorful; life is like songs, beautiful; life is like wine, fragrant and mellow; life is like poetry, profound and colorful.

21. The scorching sun was in the sky, and on both sides of the road, ripe grains bent over in the heat and lowered their heads. Grasshoppers are as numerous as blades of grass, making a faint but noisy chirp in the wheat and rye fields, in the wheat and rye fields, and in the reeds on the shore.

22. No matter how perfect a bird’s wings are, if it doesn’t rely on air, the bird will never be able to fly high into the sky.

Imagination is the wings and objective reality is the air. Only by closely integrating the two aspects can we achieve remarkable results.

23. Maturity is a kind of bright but not dazzling brilliance, a kind of mellow but not greasy sound, a kind of calmness that does not need to judge the appearance of others, a kind of calmness that finally stops looking at the surroundings. An atmosphere of appeal, a smile that ignores the commotion, an indifference that washes away extremes, a solidity that does not need to be announced, and a height that is not steep.

24. The deep valley is eerily quiet and cold.