In spring, your eyes are gorgeous;

In summer, your eyes are thick green;

In autumn, your eyes are clear;

In winter, you are tired-close your eyes and stop singing.

You breathe in the clouds in the blue sky, the sunset glow at dusk and the stars in the night sky; And left me as a child.

Oh! The rustling sugarcane forest and sweet wind by this stream once blew my childhood dream! I am lying beside you, leaning on my mother's chest, feeling very happy. ...

You are an ancient song in our life-

You see the procession riding donkeys coming, and some suona play funeral music;

You saw several burly men carrying heavy wooden coffins and sending the old man up the hillside;

You heard it too: the unicycle at the foot of the mountain crunched on the barren land. ...

Without you, who will leave us with natural colors;

Who will record the joys and sorrows of the mountain people for us?

Transparent stream, you gave me a pair of eyes that can distinguish colors.

When I am by your side and find myself a teenager, I want to go far.

Send me out of the mountain like you raised my mother!

My feelings:

At the beginning of the article, the stream is regarded as "mother's eyes", and then the colors revealed in "eyes" in spring, summer, autumn and winter are written. This is not only a song for Xiaoxi, but also a song for my mother, because this brook once left my childhood figure and let me enjoy the happiness like a mother's love: she remembered everything that happened in the ravine, remembered the "joys and sorrows of the mountain people" and sent away the "I" raised. Xiaoxi is a song, mother is a song, and the article itself is also a sad lyric folk song. Xiaoxi, my mother. Mom, it's like this stream. Mom. You watched me grow up and took good care of me. I miss being with you. I feel maternal love! Please forgive me for being naughty when I was a child, and forgive me for being ignorant when I was a child! Let me make up for all this now. I love you, my mother!

mournful winds and monotonous rains

I really want to get caught in a rain, and I really want the rain to wash away that memory. Maybe the rain will wake me up. The feeling of raindrops hitting the face will make people confused whether it is tears or rain, so I can say: boys don't cry!

Rain gently and softly sprinkled on the earth, washed away all the dirty dust on the earth, giving people a clean feeling, but the cold rain could not wash away my gray mood! Perhaps our meeting is like a dream, a dream that makes me happy for a while but makes me sad for a long time. I walked out of the noisy street, and the world of lights was so far away from me. I walked to the middle of the avenue and stood there, only the sound of rain before and after, and people didn't know where to hide. Great! I can miss you heartily, call you deeply ... holding an umbrella and chanting your name over and over again, I have a soft and warm feeling, and I can hardly breathe. There have been scenes, and one shot after another seems to have been discussed a long time ago, slowly passing by my eyes in the rain, slowly passing by. ...

The landscape is still long, and the sun and the moon turn to tears! That day, you left me, and my desolate heart was ignored. I never imagined that one day you could come back, see my trauma and feel melancholy, because I didn't want you to be unhappy at all. Standing on the tree-lined path of the campus, I felt a twinge of pain in my heart when I looked at the double shadows vaguely embracing each other not far away.

I fell from the sky on the umbrella and got wet with my cold body. I just stood there, I don't know how long I've been standing, and I don't know if I'm tired. I can no longer choose to stare at you with such a sad look, and my feeling of happiness has turned into heartache! I can't see whether the rain is horizontal or oblique, and my umbrella doesn't know which direction to cover. An umbrella, a person, walking in the wind and rain is so lonely! Staring at your distant back, I have been satisfied with your happiness, and then turned around silently, leaving the corner where I can appreciate you without being known by you. It's just a quick glance, but it's enough for me to relive the whole day.

The rain stopped slowly, and the bleak autumn wind blew away the roses all over the ground, turning them into tears and drifting away into clouds. My heart is lost, but I can't find it with the bleak autumn wind! Fall to the ground and become dust. Who ever thought that prayer could make the sky starry and get sincere and eternal love; Who once held a rose and prayed for the happiness of dawn, but raised his hand in the sunset and let the petals fall with the wind! Until what time, looking up at the rainbow can be seen by geniuses, and looking back at the wind can't see the dust; Until when, really a flower can be exchanged for four seasons? Perhaps the water grows eastward, and things are different; Perhaps the fate of this brush has passed in retrospect! Perhaps my imagination is so rich that I forget that I am not a god; Maybe I was so stubborn that I forgot that God disposes. I am not a god, but I hope that the gods will be moved and God will be in charge, but I believe that God knows. Find a piece of pure land to plant roses and draw a blueprint instead of the sky. I hope that the four seasons will be free and the flowers will be gorgeous; May the autumn wind be like a song, and true love last forever!

Friendship is mutual understanding. When you need it, my friend has quietly come to you before I say it. His eyes and heart can read you, and he will hold your thin arm with his hand. Because of friendship, you will not feel lonely in this world.

Of course, you can also look down on suffering and stand between heaven and earth. However, we have to admit that in the face of difficulties and dangers, a person's will can be strong, but his methods are limited and his strength will be limited. Therefore, friendship is like sunshine, which is warm and cold at first, and shines on you like petals in the wind.

Friendship is often formed in prosperity, tested in adversity and extended in the long river of years.

Some friends can only be friends for a while, while others can be friends for life. Making friends for a while may be a misunderstanding. Don't complain about misunderstanding, just say goodbye. You don't need any vows to be friends forever. Through the tunnel of time, that sincerity and persistence is enough to touch the sky.

You don't need many close friends. It is enough to have a bosom friend in life, not to mention more than one spiritual partner. We can have many friends, as long as we have the same pursuit and desire.

Friendship is not limited, it can be between young and old, between the same sex, between the opposite sex and even between foreign countries. The mountains keep dividing, and the water keeps dividing. Romantic without lingering.

It's just that acacia is too strong and acquaintance is too light. Friendship is mutual understanding, and the taste is sweet and far away.

Ordinary charm

I will not despise the ordinary, because I am a member of the ordinary. The wishes of ordinary people are printed in the heart, and the joys and sorrows of ordinary people are printed in the eyes. What I seek is also the answer that people seek.

Yes, I am ordinary, but I don't need to look down on me with your depth. Even if I look up, I don't want to see your noble face, but the towering mountains. Yes, I am ordinary, but I don't need to despise me with your profundity, even if I listen to something.

Yao, what I want to hear is not your empty big talk, but Lin Tao's loud cry to the ocean; Yes, I am ordinary, but I don't need to tease me with your sublimity. Even if I yearn for something, it will never be your castle in the air, but the fragrance of the earth and the brilliance of the morning light. Of course, when my sincere friends, familiar or unfamiliar, remind me or encourage me, no matter whether I am right or wrong, I will feel warm.

Self-appreciation does not mean beauty or brilliance, and conceit does not mean heroism.

I admit, I am really ordinary. Ordinary as wind, water, snow ... But, ordinary is not the reason without pride and charm.

The wind is common, if it blows in summer; Water is very common, if it is a clear spring in the desert; Snow is very common. If it falls between winter and spring ...

I appreciate this ordinary, I love this ordinary, and I will strive to be this ordinary.

When you hold your head high, you will be surprised to lose the empty planetesimals.

A pot of wine makes the world drunk.

If the continuous green waves of bamboo forests make people feel relaxed and happy, and the shallow water in the south of the Yangtze River makes people linger, then we can only use shock to describe the ups and downs of Kunlun Mountain.

Kunlun, since ancient times, has attracted Taoists in Buddhism to build temples here, cultivate one's morality and cultivate one's character, and preach scriptures and sermons. The forest here is deep and the scenery is beautiful. At the turn of spring and summer, the mountains are covered with green trees and flowers, which is even more charming.

In the chaotic world, artists have perfectly grasped the beauty of Kunlun: it is near dusk, and the sun hangs obliquely in the west. The undulating Kunlun Mountain is like wearing a golden coat, which is surprisingly beautiful. Surrounded by mountains, there is a beautiful lake with clear wind and white sand and blue waves hanging high. Snow peaks in the distance, colorful clouds stretching freely in the sky and swans skimming over the lake have formed a series of shadows in the lake, making this sacred lake more lonely, picturesque, dreamy and moving, like a virgin with bright eyes.

The snow is boundless, do you know the dream of a grass? Cold and lonely, she kept warm with a belief. When spring returns to the earth, she will greet spring with two green leaves, which once talked softly under the snow. Migratory birds fly south, a long way? In the distance, in the field of vision, is the blue sea in the south. Although she was very tired, she still flew forward because her dream gave her a pair of wings. Girl who meditates at the window, do you want to be a poem of a cloud? Or draw a butterfly? Do you want to be an eagle higher than the sky, or a magnificent river to express your feelings for the earth? I like dreaming. Dreams let me see the sunshine outside the window; Dreams let me see the rosy clouds on the horizon; Dreams give me a constant call and pace, and dreams lead me to pursue one goal after another. People without tears have dry eyes; People without dreams have a dark night. Where there is a dream, the sun will always rise; Where there are dreams, the moon is always hazy. Dreams are eternal smiles, which make your heart full of passion and your eyes clear and bright forever. The kaleidoscope of the world exudes attractive fragrance, and charming songs come from the future sky. We are ready to go, dress up with dreams and start from practical work. When we arrive at the orchard in autumn, we gently wipe away the tears and dust left on our faces in summer. We can hear what was once said to Spring: Dreams come true! ! ! !

Night, so long; People are so beautiful; Heart, it hurts. Dream, so sweet; Tears are so salty; Heart, more pain. The past, like a dream, has drifted away with the wind, counting every missed day, picking it up one by one, connecting it in series into a bright bond and hanging it in my heart. I know I can't reach it, but I can't stop. Missing insect ants gnawing at the soul inch by inch, have been black and blue all over, but still desperate and brave. In the morning, a ray of golden light shines into my heart, but I can't light up the corner that doesn't belong to me. As the sun sets, the sunset glow reddened half the sky, but how can we light up the corner that does not belong to us? The night in late autumn is lonely, the night in late autumn is lonely and dark, which makes the lonely heart sink. Sink! Take away your soul, body, everything that doesn't belong to you. . . . . .

Hope: Next stop-happiness.

Youth is a precious wealth, hope and sunshine belong to the younger generation, and the world belongs to the younger generation. With youth, you will have a chic and romantic life. With youth, you will have a brilliant future. Youth is full of vigorous vitality, full of high-spirited vitality and full of passion for hard work and progress. Youth is a proud capital and a proud quality. Youth brings infinite hopes and magnificent dreams. Youth can make mistakes, but it can't stop pursuing ideals. Youth can go beyond convention, but it can't be squandered. Because we are young and youthful, we have a better future. Youth is a wealth worth developing. Youth will not disappear because of the passing of youth, nor will it wither because of the aging of appearance. Beautiful youth is always rooted in people's hearts. As long as your heart is not old, your youth will stay forever and your people will not be old. Youth is a kind of mentality that we need to explore all the time. Lazy and depressed people, even in their twenties and eighties, will pollute their youth with dust. As long as you care for your youth with your heart, even at the age of 70, you will exude the brilliance of youth. The face of youth will not last forever, but the young heart will stay in people's hearts forever. As long as people's minds are not old, you will always be young. As long as you are positive and never refuse to get old, even if there are tears in your eyes, there will be a rainbow in your heart. As long as people are not old, you will become the most beautiful rainbow between heaven and earth, even if you experience more storms.

Good books grow with me.

I liked reading books when I was very young. I was illiterate at that time. My mother reads me a story before going to bed every day until I fall asleep. Gradually, I got to know some words, so I started reading comic books. My favorite is "Dragon Ball", because there are not many words, I can barely understand it. Later, I saw a the Monkey King in Journey to the West, and I was also fascinated by this book. So, my reading experience began-

Speaking of Journey to the West, we have to introduce this book. This book tells the story of Tang Priest taking three disciples to the Western Heaven for Buddhist scriptures. The four of them went through hardships and eighty-one difficulties, and finally found their seriousness. The Monkey King, the great disciple, played an important role. He is the hero of this book, a great hero. He has infinite skills, is fearless and has a strong spirit of resistance. Although he has the bearing of a hero, he still likes to listen to compliments. He is witty and brave, and his greatest feature is that he dares to fight monsters, immortals, jade emperors and Tathagata. Pig Bajie is lazy, thinking about Gao Laozhuang's wife all the time, and sometimes constantly asking the master to read a spell to get back at the Monkey King. Although he is like this, people still like his funny and lovely appearance. The sand monk is kind-hearted, hardworking and loyal, but Sha Wujing has a shortcoming that he dare not resist. Finally, the Tang Priest, who was kind-hearted, compassionate and generous, was once called cowardly and pedantic, but he didn't lose heart, persevered and finally succeeded.

There is also a book of the same type, Robinson Crusoe. This book has taught me a lot. After the shipwreck, Robinson lived alone on a desert island for 28 years and finally returned to the motherland. This story describes a clever and brave Robinson who never flinches in the face of difficulties. This book gave me a great shock. I always wonder: if I live alone on a desert island, can I live? Therefore, we must learn from Robinson and his indomitable optimism.

From these two books, I not only got the pleasure of reading, but also got the inspiration of life.

Gorky once said: Books are the ladder of human progress. Shakespeare once said: books are the nourishment of all mankind. Yes, without books, it is impossible for human beings to know history and create the future. If there were no books, mankind would never know. How boring the world would be if there were no books! Therefore, we should cherish every book, regard books as our good friends, read more books, read good books, let good books grow with me, and let books accompany me!