Zhang Yumo, Class 6, Grade 9, No.28 Middle School, Jimo District.

Instructor Zhang

I would like to be a quiet and elegant tree, half serene in the soil and half flying in the wind, so that sadness can be turned into wheels and diluted into shallow traces by years; Let joy blossom into a flower, a magical time.

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I like the Golden House and Yan Ruyu.

People who love flowers don't mean there is no wind and no moon, people who taste wine don't mean there is no golden urn, people in Leshan love the water don't mean there is a sea of fish, and people who love books don't mean there is something outside the window.

Wandering between great rivers and mountains, rushing about in extracurricular classes, or enjoying the spirit, it is inevitable that you will work hard or enrich your mind, but you will inevitably lose yourself. This is what I admire, not what I want. Choose an idle afternoon, put on sunshine, change into a good mood, open the title page, and start from the first overture of the story: look at the joys and sorrows of the world; Look at the white clouds and pale dogs on earth. They used to be the sea, but now they are mulberry fields. See the truest pain and cruelty, the best happiness and reunion, countless figures passing by, countless words ringing from my ears, the bitterness of tears and the sweetness of laughter. When the last page is gently closed, it seems that I have returned to the world in front of me from the book, but it seems that I have been in a trance for many years, but it is just a few lines of handwriting. Half an afternoon, just one person, a book and a cup of tea.

From one life to another, from a period of time to seize the silk ribbon, silently taste, silently moved, silently happy.

I like fireworks and rice, oil and salt.

If a gentle and graceful fairy loves her, she can't give up cooking oil and fireworks of flowers, so she can't be a wonderful fairy garden that doesn't eat fireworks.

For the obsession with food, I regard it as the badge of the lover. Didn't you see that Liang Yusheng is wide and fat like Maitreya? Cai Lan's life essays, plays and novels can be put down, but he is obsessed with tasting porridge and enjoying a bowl of fresh noodles; Wesley in Ni Kuang, even if he flies to the South Pole and sees a bear coming head-on, will "hiss and smell the meat oil" and then have a delicious meal; Mr. Jin Yong practiced ballet hard when he was young, but he didn't catch up with the fate of food after all.

When I met delicious food in the street, I watched my uncle skillfully cut the roast duck and made it into a plum blossom shape in the middle of his back. 38 pieces of meat fell to the bottom of the plate like petals. The side breast meat is plump and juicy, and it is made into long strips of equal length, which not only keeps fresh and tender, but also does not destroy the fat. The northern man has a pair of big hands, but he holds a knife in his hand. He is comfortable, calm and peaceful, not like unloading duck meat, but like carving dragons and phoenixes. His determination and dexterity are no less than those of ordinary people. He lives in the corner of life, still shining, interesting and full. Fresh duck, tender outside, delicious food, strange people, life is suddenly enlightened, and the sun is still shining when you look back.

Like a meal, like a casual corner of life, far from the moon Zhu Ge, near the fireworks.

I like piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and I like poetry and wine.

I like to hold my beloved piano in the evening breeze, with the bowstrings slightly staggered and the smooth melody floating down, or butterflies dancing in the sunset, or fishing songs echoing by the river in the evening, or gypsies singing freely on the vast grassland, or at the seaside in the morning, the sea breeze blows gently and the waves sweep across the coast.

I like to record a warbler cry, a swaying yellow leaf, a touch of emotion and a joy in a classical way. It is the rhyme of poetry, and my brushwork is the soul of poetry.

If you can't make a Hu, you can't be a talented person. You have a little talent and emotion to decorate the secret garden of your life. I love it, so I am happy.

You can see through the vicissitudes of life in the book, find the true taste of the world in the secular world, be the lightest yourself in the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry and wine, and take out the most insignificant little time to be warm and moving in the years, so that you can be complete in your life and complete your life.

Gorgeous in Sri Lanka, happy in Sri Lanka.