The boundless twilight cannot outline the bright sunshine, and the tired birds spread their wings in the wind. Confused, I silently stepped on the shadow to go home, secretly dreaming of my future.

Suddenly, a petal fell on my shoulder and rolled down my body under the wheel. I was moved by this little desolation, got out of the car and pushed forward. Not far away, there is a small flower tree, trying its best to open the last flower. At the same time, those once beautiful pink flowers can't resist Xiao Feng's call of "smashing into mud and grinding into ashes". I walked to the tree with my car in my hand. Somehow, I felt that the nameless flower tree was conveying some information about life, and I was very confused.

Suddenly, another petal quietly hit my left cheek and landed at my feet. I intuitively found that the word "autumn" was clearly engraved on the stump. Once passionate and full of interest, it can only be turned into a fragment of life at the moment when the flowering period has passed. I can't help sighing deeply: Why do flowers sometimes wither? I am inexplicably excited and sad, as if between raising my hand and letting go, I am throwing away something, and what I am throwing away is something that makes me feel sad and carefree.

At this moment, I suddenly found that the nameless flower tree was densely covered with a layer of small green fruits. I don't know what it's called and what it does, but at first sight, I fell in love with that bright little thing. Oh, bloom flowers fall, just to breed this little fruit! In an instant, my heart lit up. The true essence will only be revealed after you have experienced noise and loneliness. Of course, this kind of noise requires you to improve and spend it with diligence, tenacity and persistence, and this kind of loneliness requires your patience and positive enrichment. Flower trees bought many fruits with falling petals, but what about our life? Those beautiful praises, persistent pursuits, and countless tears that fall and climb up should become personal lofty ideals like flowers, rather than the price of painful compassion and success. Because the sound of falling flowers is beautiful and happy, they leave more important essence and more little lives for the continuation of life!

Flowers are beautiful, but falling is more meaningful. I will spread the petals of life one by one on the road to success. I won't regret it, and I won't sigh for the inevitable stagnation between my efforts and the end. Because I understand the greatness of falling flowers, I left the best things to the continuation of life!

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This paper is fluent in language and ingenious in conception. The author turns the "silence" of flowers into sound with exquisite brushwork. The "I" in the article, from the falling of flowers, inadvertently touched the heartstrings, and then from the noise in bloom, the loneliness in withering, from Chunhua Qiushi, to the philosophy and meaning of life, gives people profound enlightenment. The article can be described as passionate and meaningful. The little author seems to have inadvertently felt the philosophy contained in flowers, but he is a man of heart in life.

Wujiang River Water: Overlord Love

The turbulent waves of Wujiang River are still clearly discernible. It keeps rolling, telling people endless feelings of overlord. ...

The power of Xiang Jun is pulling the mountain, but the lonely water is powerless. Although I was defeated, why did I abandon my concubine and cry?

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He finally broke through, covered in scars and with fewer brothers around him. The sunset hangs quietly in the horizon, very heavy, very heavy.

Night fell quietly. He and his horse stood alone on the cold bank of the Wujiang River. The autumn wind lifted his messy hair and wrinkled it into a pool of Wujiang water. His resolute face was full of fatigue. He recalled what his uncle said when he was young: "It is as wrong to sacrifice one person for Qian Qian as it is for Qian Qian, but you must make a choice." Yes, tonight. He looked back at the camp not far away, which was once brilliant and now decadent. He couldn't bear to think again, just stroking the sideburns of the horses around him with his hands, looking at the still clear Wujiang River, and the tiger's eyes felt a little swollen, and he quickly turned his head to one side. ...

Meteors can light up the dark night sky, and small water droplets can also reflect sunlight. Hearing the endless groans of people all over the world, he was filled with lofty sentiments. With bloody fingers caressing the mountain as a harp, and the water of a thousand rivers as a sound, he led 8,000 soldiers in Jiangdong to embark on the road of anti-Qin and break Wang Jun. He had the heroic spirit of a stag breaking the bridge and the great righteousness of not killing Liu Bang at the Hongmen banquet. When he found that his glory was actually at the expense of the people's suffering, he suggested to Liu Bang: "There are only two Hungarians who are a few years older in the world. I am willing to compete with Hanwang and not suffer from the world. " Poor and loyal, but in return for flying daggers. ...

There is a boat floating on the Wujiang River. It is the curator of the Wujiang Pavilion. Overlord hesitated. He heard the gurgling sound of Wujiang River. He shook his head. He is ashamed to face his elders in Jiangdong, and he can't leave his brothers around.

"Your majesty is exhausted, so he can't live with me." She said to him, "Life is your man, and death is your ghost." He watched as she raised her sword and rubbed it on her white and pink neck. Helpless, the attack of alcohol made him helpless. For the first time, he felt that the color in front of him was so harsh. It once gushed out from the enemy's neck, but now it has dyed the jade yellow shirt of his beloved woman red. Mud slipped silently. ...

The enemy flooded in. He pushed the dark horse onto the raft and said calmly, "In the afterlife, we are still brothers." He got up and rushed at the enemy. Through layers of blood. He watched his black-eared horse cross the bottomless Wujiang River and watched his brothers fall one by one. He understood, what's the difference between the giant deer in front and behind them and Gaixia? Chu Han was just a game of chess.

"Life is a hero, and death is a ghost." He did it. He has no regrets about himself. He raised his sword with tears in his eyes and a smile. ...

The flowing water of Wujiang River is still so clear, maybe only it can understand all this. It seems to keep shouting: overlord, the shadow you wield with your sword is still the sonorous shadow of mountains and rivers; Overlord, the curve of your head is still the beautiful curve of Changhong. ...

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After reading this article, we seem to have crossed the historical time and space with the author, returned to the Chu-Han ancient battlefield where the sunset was like blood and the horses were full of gold, experienced the mental journey of overlord Xiang Yu at the last moment of his life, felt his pain and helplessness, and could not get out of the epic atmosphere created by the author for a long time. In writing, we can see the author's profound historical knowledge and ancient China skills, such as the Battle of the Julu, the Hongmen Banquet, Farewell My Concubine, and the Wujiang River committing suicide. All historical events are like beautiful pearls, flashing in the author's pen; Coupled with rich imagination and strong language control ability, this paper stands out among many papers.