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"I will understand again tomorrow, how many tomorrows there are. If I don't do it today, when will this happen?" Yes, the swallow has gone and will come again; the willow will wither. When the peach blossoms have faded, there will be a time when they will bloom again. Our days are gone forever. If you don’t seize today and always look forward to tomorrow, will luck wave to you?

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We walked hand in hand on the way to the train station in silence, speechless to each other. How can we be separated from our best friends who have been together day and night for three years in an instant. "I would like to ask you, Dongliu Shui, who do you want to compare with?" Everyone looked at each other with tears and infinite affection!

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Another election failure threw my heart into an abyss. Hey, you know how much energy I have invested and how much time I have spent dealing with these two campaigns. How come God is not kind to me at all? When will I be able to "become a golden luo-nao and walk quickly through the autumn"!

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During the Mid-Autumn Festival, the bright moon is in the sky. The full moon was set off by the golden halo. The moonlight was like a transparent gauze, hazily covering the earth. The breeze blew on my face, which made me feel homesick: I have been away from my hometown for several years, but my relatives in my hometown are so good. ! I couldn't help but burst into tears, "raising my head to look at the bright moon, lowering my head to miss my hometown." Dear relatives, do you know the hearts of overseas wanderers!

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Beside the lake, the graceful willow tree stands tall and graceful, its slender young leaves glowing with green light. From a distance, it looks like a green gem tree, with willow branches Not inferior in appearance, with low eyebrows, soft and lingering, like a graceful beauty. This scene can really be described as "jasper made up as high as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down."

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At the foot of the waterfall, holding the clear spring water, it was very comfortable. Looking up, the waterfall pours down, splashing and flying, hitting the edges and corners of the rocks and splashing beautiful jade flowers. Looking at this beautiful waterfall, I couldn't help but think of the poem "The water flowing down three thousand feet is like the Milky Way falling from the sky." The waterfall in front of us does not have the spectacular scenery of the waterfall in the poem, but it also has the wonder of "flying down several cliffs, broken jade and flying flowers".

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In late autumn, the sycamore leaves on the campus have withered and turned yellow. Sometimes they look like they are on a swing, floating leisurely; sometimes they look like parachutes, teetering on the edge of collapse; sometimes they look like a group of swallows, flying freely... so So poetic and picturesque! The ground seemed to be covered with an extremely large golden blanket. Looking at this scene, I couldn't help but recite Gong Zizhen's poem: "Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers." Although these fallen leaves are not the "falling red" in spring, they have the spirit of "falling red". Isn't it just like our teacher Feng?

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Plum has been praised by people since ancient times. There are countless poems written by ancient people praising plum blossoms. "There are several plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han is blooming alone. I know it's not snow from a distance because there is a faint fragrance." is an example. Mei's tenacious spirit standing proudly in the wind and snow is truly touching.

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"The peach red contains the lingering rain, and the willow green contains the spring smoke." Yes, the peach blossoms still have the dewdrops from last night on their petals, and they keep urging other small flowers to bloom quickly. The willow trees shrouded in the mist and rain are green and clear, and this scene is really beautiful. So refreshing!

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Yesterday afternoon, Teacher Zhang assigned a mathematical thinking question. At night, I racked my brains and couldn't figure it out. Just when I was "traveling through the iron shoes and couldn't find any place, and there was no way out despite the mountains and rivers", my father came over and helped me. After some advice from him, I suddenly understood. , it was really "a village with bright flowers on the willow bank", so it quickly solved this problem.

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Teacher, do you remember me - a "little naughty" who made you spend countless efforts and sweat. One of the wrinkles in the corners of your eyes was born for me, and one of the silver hairs on your head is white because of me. "Spring silkworms will not run out of silk until they die, and wax torches will turn to ashes before their tears dry up." If this poem does not praise your dedication to burning yourself and illuminating others, who else can you praise?

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Spring Rain, how many people at home and abroad praise you in ancient and modern times.

"Sneak into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently." This is a beautiful sentence from the great poet Du Fu to describe your arrival in the world. You are here, like smoke and powder, quietly. The weeping willows sprout new buds under your caress, the bamboos joint under your moisture, and the seedlings sparkle under your bath...

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"The willow wind does not blow cold on your face" is good. It feels like a mother's hand caressing you. The wind brings some information about newly turned soil, mixed with the smell of green grass and the fragrance of various flowers. Brewing in the slightly moist air.

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The moon gradually sets in the west, and the stars blink quietly again. Looking at the sky full of stars, I couldn't help but think of what my father said to me during the day, yes, "If a young man doesn't work hard, he will be sad." Dad, please don't worry, I won't let you down.

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During the Mid-Autumn Festival, holding the fragrant and sweet mooncakes in my hands and gazing at the bright moon, I couldn’t help but think of my cousin far away in Dalian, and silently prayed in my heart: "I know from afar that when my brothers climb to a high place, there is one less person planting dogwood trees everywhere."

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Grandpa’s 70th birthday, relatives and friends came to congratulate him. Everyone wished Grandpa "good fortune like the East China Sea, and longevity as long as the Southern Mountains." But Grandpa sighed: "The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it's almost dusk." I quickly stopped Grandpa's words: "Frost leaves are as red as February flowers." Grandpa, yours is The body bones are stronger than those of young people. Grandpa smiled and touched my head: "You are the only one who knows how to talk!" ”

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When we study, we must not only read in-class books, but also read more extra-curricular books, because “if you read thousands of volumes, you will write like a master.” "In this way, we can learn more new knowledge.