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I searched and searched, but I found nothing. I was originally an ugly caterpillar, but due to the right time, place and people, I broke the caterpillar's ugliness and transformed into a pink and purple butterfly. At that time, I was still young and ignorant of the world, so I thought that flowers were born just for me.

In the morning, the sun took away all the dew on my body, leaving no trace. I stumbled into a garden. It was very nice. It was an excellent place to pick up girls. I flew for a long time and found her, a delicate and beautiful flower. I hid in a dark place and peeked at her. Oh, she noticed this and waved to me! I couldn't resist the temptation and flew over. I found a place to stand, rested for a while, and then flew to her petals. Her delicate and fiery red color and rich fragrance fascinated me so much that I lost my mind. I asked, "Would you like to be my friend?" "Oh, of course. This is the first time I've seen a gentleman like you." I was lured into her by her slightly stimulating fragrance. coloratura. Just when I was about to suck her sweet nectar, I was suddenly covered by a huge green leaf. "Pop". Shhh, luckily it flew very fast and almost killed me. Turns out she just wanted to eat me.

After flying for a long time, I felt a little tired, so I stopped on a brown plain to rest. "Hey, why are you standing on top of me?" I flew up and saw that I was standing on a sunflower. I asked: "Are you willing to be my friend?" "Yes, of course I am." "Will you eat me." "That's not the case." I made up my mind and stopped at her On the body. Suddenly, a large group of ants rushed towards me and held me down. After much struggle, I finally came across this sunflower. She said to me: "Don't you like my friend?" Looking for Excellent Composition 2

"The New Year is coming, wear new clothes, wear a new hat..." As soon as we entered the twelfth lunar month, the air was filled with the feeling of New Year. breath.

For us children, the most important festival of the year is the Spring Festival. In this festival celebrated by the whole country, setting off firecrackers, receiving New Year gifts, eating delicious food, watching the Spring Festival party...there are so many joyful things that cannot be expressed in words. There are so many happy things, but the flavor of the New Year that remains in my heart is indeed that time of "raising the lantern". On the eve of the Spring Festival last year, my mother and I went to the temple fair to buy new year's goods. As we walked, we found a shop selling paper lanterns. When my mother saw these paper lanterns, she said happily: "We played with these small objects when we were children." My mother's words ignited the little fire in my heart that was about to start. I said to my mother: "Mom, buy me a paper lantern too!" So we took the beautiful paper lantern home.

On the night of New Year’s Eve, as soon as I had the New Year’s Eve dinner, I clamored to ask my father to light my paper lantern. I called my friend next door and went to the square in the yard to play with a lantern. The beauty in my heart along the way was that the small red flames were beating in the lanterns, emitting a faint light that reflected the patterns on the lanterns. The lanterns moved slowly and illuminated the road, making the road warm. When we arrived at the square, my friend also wanted to hold a lantern for a while, but I was a little reluctant.

As soon as he pulled me, the candle became crooked and the lantern was lit immediately. My little dancing flame and my beautiful lantern were all gone. I cried and ran home. After hearing this, my mother smiled and said to me: "My child, you are one year older. This little thing is not worth crying. My mother's lanterns were burned when she was a child? What about the Chinese New Year?" It’s okay to cry!” I stopped crying after listening to my mother’s words.

One year has passed in a blink of an eye. When I saw this topic, I immediately thought of it. Holding a lantern to look for the flavor of the New Year is the biggest flavor of the New Year that remains in my heart. Tags: Lantern Searching for Excellent Composition 3

The heat of summer has slowly dissipated, but Miss Autumn’s light footsteps are slowly approaching us. Now let us follow Miss Qiu’s footsteps to discover the beauty of autumn. Beautiful!

Autumn Orchard

Autumn orchards are mature, joyful, pleasant, and colorful, eh? Why are there so many lanterns hanging on the trees? When I walked in and took a look, I realized that those were not small lanterns. They turned out to be red apples! These apples are like the smiling faces of little girls. The yellow pears are crowded together, looking like fat babies playing together! The pomegranate couldn't help laughing when she saw this scene, and you could still see the red pulp in her mouth! Banana couldn't help but change from livid face to yellow when she saw everyone's happy look!

Autumn rice fields

We came to the rice fields next to the orchard. It was like a golden ocean. Dancing with the wind. From a distance, the entire rice field seems to be covered with a glittering carpet! The golden rice grains are full and heavy, and they always smell sweet. Looking not far away, I saw several farmers harvesting crops. Although they were very tired and hard work, a sweet smile appeared on their faces as soon as they thought about having a full meal with their families.

Autumn Park

"It's not that chrysanthemums are preferred among flowers. If the flowers are in full bloom, there will be no flowers." This is a song "Chrysanthemum" written by Yuan Zhen. We followed in the footsteps of Miss Qiu. garden. All the flowers in the park are withered, but the chrysanthemum is the only one that stands out, so the ancients have a saying: the chrysanthemum is the only one.

Some chrysanthemums are like a shy little girl who is reluctant to raise her head, and some are like a lively boy raising his head, calling for the energy given by the sun.

Autumn, you are a song with a beautiful melody, autumn, you are a clear article, autumn, you are a motto, we will keep you in mind. Looking for Excellent Composition 4

You said we would go very far

That summer you tried your best to protect me safely

The promise we made disappeared in the blink of an eye< /p>

Why can’t you see my tear-stained face

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Suddenly I looked back and you were nowhere to be seen. I searched for faith in my dreams, but in the end I was buried in disappointment.

Looking for you has wasted my entire youth.

I love you, you have aged me for a century.

Waiting for you, but we are a thousand kilometers apart.

Our love is destined to be buried. Our love can only be used as a pastime. It's just a game. With just one word from you, my persistence has been driven into the abyss. Love or not love are all your words, but I ignore your flaws and love you like life. If you have never loved, then is commitment a mistake after all? If I am sad, can I live a good life as long as I can forget you? Can you tell me that you love me for the last time, even if you are lying to me?

You and her walked past me, and I stared at you quietly. She asked you if you knew me. How I hoped you would say no. That way, I can still think that you love me, but my hope is shattered. Just a friend. I'm just your friend.

I laughed, then burst into tears. People on the street pointed and pointed, and the sadness continued to spread until the end of life.

I never thought about loving you so deeply, but I walked into your gentle whirlpool step by step.

Your tender love for me was just a dream. You used to love me so much, it was just a dream. When you wake up from the dream, love will naturally break. The so-called love or not love has disappeared in the past years.

In the end, I cried and said goodbye. In fact, I didn’t want to at all. A fruitless encounter was destined to be short-lived. Your sight, my pale face, everything has long since fallen into the past. Looking for Excellent Composition 5

It is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and there has been more than one autumn rain. The cool autumn rain suppressed the enthusiasm of summer, but it could not suppress the blooming of the flowers on campus. The red Colorful, yellow, purple... colorful flowers are kissing the earth passionately. The banyan trees, cypress trees, and metasequoia trees did not feel the presence of Miss Qiu at all, and they were still extremely green. Only the pomegranate trees on the small playground and the water bamboos in the fish pond strive to release the breath of autumn.

At first, the pomegranate tree only had a few yellow leaves picked off by the autumn wind, but it was still so green. Its fruits are also reluctant to show their beautiful colors. They are buried among the leaves and it is difficult to tell which is the fruit and which is the leaf.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is over, and the autumn rain falls one after another. That leaf finally gave in and let the autumn wind play with it. Pomegranate was also embarrassed by the blow, and her face turned red with embarrassment.

One or two old leaves of the water bamboo in the fish pond also took off their green clothes little by little, turning from green to yellow, and slowly withered. This is when the water bamboo is at its most beautiful. One or two yellow ones suddenly appeared in a large pot of green water bamboo. From a distance, they looked like one or two small yellow flowers surrounded by green leaves, which was extremely lifelike.

I really want to become a painter and paint every second of autumn.

I really want to become a poet, leaning under the tree and watching the pieces of autumn leaves swirling and falling in front of my eyes. I recite little autumn poems and let the fallen leaves send my poems to them. To the earth.

I really want to become a composer, look at all the autumn scenery on campus, and compose beautiful melodies, representing the whispers of autumn, echoing in the blue sky of the campus. Looking for Excellent Composition 6

I was born in a noisy city, and I like bamboo, not because of the famous quotes of literati, nor because of other people’s continuous praise of bamboo. I just like it, like its tenacity, His nobility, his transcendent spirit, his leisurely and reclusive pleasure.

Step into the deep bamboo, step by step, and walk towards the deep depth of the bamboo. With the soft sound of the soil sinking, you can feel the spring breeze blowing coolly on your face. Looking at the strong bamboo towering into the sky next to me, I seem to feel its tenacity. This is the tenacity of the soldiers guarding the border, the tenacity of the blown grass, and the tenacity of faith. If you choose tenacity, then cowardice will Away from you.

Towards the edge of the creek, hundreds of bamboos surround the bank, green and undulating fertile soil. I squat down and pick up a bamboo leaf. The stripes on it are green and undulating, and the leaf veins are clearly visible, which seems to be telling a story. The language of nature continues to attract me.

"The courtyard is as clear as a pool of water, with algae and waterlilies crisscrossing it, covered with bamboo and cypress shadows." The bamboos in Su Shi's paintings are looming, and a single page does not hinder his noble qualities. Isn't Su Shi not a scholar? Woolen cloth? He was demoted to a remote area and had nowhere to vent his pain and depression, so he could only pin his heart on the noble green bamboo.

Walking through the forest path and through the dense trees, I found a new world. I opened the hidden door of resentment and found a small pavilion among bamboos.

“Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and roaring loudly.” Mr. Wang Wei’s leisurely and secluded life makes people envious. Playing the piano alone in the bamboo sea and watching the surrounding green ocean will definitely feel fresh. Beautiful, isn't this leisurely and reclusive spirit the epitome of bamboo?

Bamboo is a fresh and elegant thing. Think of its uprightness and its nobility. Everything transcendent and refined is exposed in bamboo. Against the background of floating clouds and clear water, bamboo completely interprets seclusion and elegance. aloof. Looking for Excellent Composition 7

I am walking in a white world.

The surroundings are surprisingly quiet, and occasionally a car will pass by. Although it is slow and aimless, at least it will not make me lose myself in this world.

Passing by a meadow, I heard a crisp sound of wind chimes, very crisp and so sweet. I walked over to take a look and saw that someone was selling them. I couldn't resist the temptation and bought one to put at home.

Continue walking aimlessly in this neighborhood. There are still few people. Occasionally, there are a few people who run by in a hurry. They are completely lifeless and lifeless.

After walking for a few more minutes, I vaguely saw some lights. Although they were just street lights, they illuminated the surrounding roads, like candles in the dark, bringing me hope.

Time flies by, and I go further and further away, but I don’t know, because it blocks everything.

Of course, I am not like this. I am still aware of the current situation that I am lost.

Although I really wanted to go back the way I came, the many side roads left me no room to turn back.

I sat on the bench and wanted to wait for it to disperse. But when it dispersed, I was surprised to find that this empty world was completely lifeless, just like a fallen meteor.

Finally, I saw a newspaper. Although the date was blurred, I could make out the first two lines.

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I quietly wait for the flower to bloom and express my deepest love with a gentle kiss.

In the fog, I looked at the hazy bright colors from a distance. The fog slowly receded. I walked quietly, brushed off the fog on the petals, and looked at the shy appearance. I want to take it off and put it in my arms so that it belongs only to me, mine alone.

Because I am afraid that the birds will take it away. I have always been selfish. I always hope that all the beauty belongs to me alone. Then I naively think that there is always a kind of flower that will never wither. ……

It’s dark, and the cold dispels sleepiness. Follow the path to admire the flowers that are turned black by the moonlight. Let me sleep here, with my beloved. With you, I would like to sleep forever... Even if after dawn, I am the only one left with a pile of petals, I will pick up the petals one by one and count the pieces of sadness. I, alone ...

Those tears will only be held in my mouth, lingering in my heart, and then flow into my heart... I will treasure the fallen petals and put them in the palm of my hand, and the breeze will slowly blow them away. The flowers were blowing dry. At that time, I listened to the whistling of the sea. I never lost a petal in my hand. I walked on the seaside, recalling my first kiss. I couldn't go any further. I stepped on the soft sand and felt a trace of happiness. Stiff, there is no other person's words, my love can't say a word, I listen carefully, I only hear the circling sound of seabirds, I hold the shrunken petals, elegantly scatter them, the wind becomes weak It's so weak that I can't even dry my tears and let them slide down.

In the fog, I looked at the haziness in the fog from a distance. The fog slowly receded. I walked quietly, but I couldn't find her whom I loved.

I followed the path and climbed over mountains one after another. I still didn’t find the ambiguity in my heart, but I saw flowers of the other side all over the mountains and fields. Looking for Excellent Composition 9

"In the cycle of centuries, I have lost a smile. In this life, I am looking for a smile just to find that smile. My smile has been scattered on another person's face. In terms of appearance, I have been searching for it and hoping for it. "This is what my sister said before she left home. She gave up everything she owned, including her mother and Zeng Jin, for her fateful smile. Sister Xunxiaoyan is wandering in the sea of ??people.

My name is also Xunxiaoyan, and I am my mother’s second daughter. I grew up in an orphanage. After losing my sister Xiaoyan, my mother wandered between the kindergarten and the orphanage, giving the children the love she originally gave to sister Xiaoyan.

That day, the sky was blue, the clouds were white, and the grass was green. I held a rainbow in my hands and smiled happily. Mom came and brought us lots and lots of candies. I stood in line, smiling and holding candies. My mother called me, but I just walked away because I couldn't hear anything.

My mother touched my smiling face with her palms and said, "Child, call me mommy."

I was so scared that I couldn't hear what the woman in front of me was saying.

"I'm sorry, I can't hear what you are saying!" I ran away from her fingers.

My mother took me to the dean, and I was adopted by her from then on. I am no longer an orphan. She wrote what she wanted to say on the small blackboard. I called her mom, and she named me "Xunxiaoyan." Because my smile is very similar to Sister Xiaoyan, I am lucky enough not to be lonely anymore.

My ears have been sleeping peacefully, and they are so naughty that they refuse to wake up. But I'm glad that my pupils are still clear and I can see beautiful things. I smile every day because my mother said I have the prettiest smile. In fact, I don’t know when I will go blind. The doctor said that my ears will affect my eyes. I never tell my mother this because I want her to be happy. I never asked about my sister. I knew it was an untouchable wound in my mother's heart. I just watched her sister's photos silently with her.

Before everything is sunny, I want to live happily with my mother. I like all kinds of colors. They are so psychedelic and full of temptation. They can be sketched and graffitied. I love all colors. My favorite thing is to buy many colors of nail polish and pigments, and slowly apply the nail polish on my mother's nails, and then whir, and finally leave deep marks on my mother's forehead. I will use different pens and different colors to paint freely on the walls of my room, even if I don't know how to hold a paintbrush. A piece of gorgeous colors attract each other, merge or separate, and mix into Impressionism. Monet's palace is nothing more than this. I was obsessed with thinking about my artistic talent.

"Xiaoyan, let's go to the amusement park" my mother gestured with her hands. I ran over excitedly, and as soon as I reached the door, I felt dizzy, as if it was dark. When I woke up, I felt like I was lying on the bed, "Mom, Mom. It's dark, why don't you turn on the light?" I was so scared that I clutched the quilt. My mother held my hand and drew the word "laugh" on my palm. I understood that I wanted to smile. I covered myself with the quilt comfortably and lay on the bed with a smile. In fact, I had expected it. I could no longer see my mother smiling, nor could I see my mother writing foolishly on the small blackboard.

Then, I had a dream, a very long dream. I dreamed that my sister was back and my mother and sister were together. I was frightened and woke up. When I woke up, I She screamed for her mother, but there was a faint echo from the empty room.

"Xiaoyan, what's wrong, I want to help you remove the blindfold."

"Ang, I heard it, who are you."

" Smile, I'm a nurse. Well, your ears are healed. Now I'll help you remove the cloth on your eyes. You're so happy. Someone donated your corneas."

"Who is that person? "

"But it's a pity that you cured her. Her condition was very serious and she couldn't save it, so she voluntarily gave her cornea to you. "

I felt the gentleness of the gauze. It fell off my skin, and then I blinked a few times. The sun slanted against my white quilt, the windows were colorful, and the words were lingering in my ears. My brown eyes are filled with the light of this season, and the prosperous scene is ringing in my ears. But what about mother, where has she gone?

I quickly asked the nurse, who took me to a white room, where my mother slept peacefully on the white bed.

"Mom, I am smiling, why are you asleep?" I looked at the pale woman in front of me with distress, and the corners of her mouth were trying to show off the last trace of a smile.

"Mom, you said that smiling faces are the most beautiful. Look at how sweet the audible smile is now." I tried hard to pull the line of my lips to bend them as much as possible. The corners of my eyes are filled with my mother's breath. Mom, I will see all the long streams of water for you.

"Looking for a smiling face, which one is it!"

"I'm here!"

"This is what your mother gave you." I took a copy Open the page of the small blue book and say, "Smiley face, mom is fine and fine, but she just took a long nap. You have to eat well and sleep well in the future. Mom has one last request. Can you find your sister? She I have the same smile as you, and my smile is as beautiful as yours. Mom, I hope you are all happy.” When I looked up again, tears were streaming down my face. I staggered a few steps, and three words pierced my heart: "Morgue."

From then on, I was alone, wandering in the sea of ??people, looking for a smile, looking for another smile. Mom, I will eat well, sleep well, find my sister well, and be happy.

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It is March in spring, the wind is gentle and the sun is beautiful. Today my family and I went on a spring outing to look for flowers.

The hillside not far from home is full of winter jasmine flowers. I approached the winter jasmine, looked at its petite and exquisite flowers, and smelled its faint fragrance, which felt very comfortable. The light yellow flower bones in bud look like they are about to burst. The small golden flowers have eleven or twelve petals. It is divided into two layers, with short tentacles growing on the stamens. A breeze blew over, and it blinked like a naughty star. So cute.

After getting on the gas train, the magnolia trees on both sides of the road also bloomed with white and pink magnolia flowers. Spring is the season when magnolia flowers bloom. A breeze blows, and the small white flowers sway slightly, exuding an intoxicating fragrance! Among the green trees and grass, the magnolia flowers are particularly eye-catching. Many petals are scattered, making the green grass more beautiful.

We came to the park, and the cherry blossoms in the corner of the park were also blooming. A tree of cherry blossoms ushered in spring with great joy, one after another, one after another, surrounded by piles.

Although she lowered her head shyly, she could not hide her natural beauty. The beauty of cherry blossoms is breathtaking. She is so beautiful and charming, so lovable.

Spring is full of vitality. All things revive. Spring is so beautiful! Let us go looking for the beauty of spring together! Looking for Excellent Compositions 11

In autumn, I caught a bad cold and rested quietly at home; in winter, I came to work. But it is too naughty. The children want to play with it, but it hides. So, I started searching carefully. Winter, where are you?

The cold wind blew, scaring me so much that I dared not go out. I think this is winter, knocking on the closed doors and windows. So, I wrapped up my clothes tightly and went out shakily. The northwest wind blew loudly and blew my hair into a mess. Ah, winter turns out to be bursts of biting cold wind.

On the grass, the grasses were frozen close together. The rain last night made the grass shed sad tears, like crystal clear pearls hanging on their faces. The flowers were shivering with the cold, and they cried and shouted: "It's so cold, so cold, we need sunshine!" Ah, winter turns out to be crystal teardrops.

The originally young ginkgo leaf suddenly became frail and sickly, lying on the treetop breathing heavily. In their weak voices, they gently said to the tree mother: "Mom, I'm sorry, we can't accompany you anymore. Don't be sad, we will stay by your side, turn into a golden carpet, and decorate your world." After finishing, he bent his body and fell to the ground. Ah, winter turns out to be a golden carpet.

The stream in the mountains used to be gentle, but now it is freezing cold. It moves slowly towards the far east. I heard it saying: "I am very tired, so tired that I can hardly walk..." Ah, winter turns out to be a frozen stream.

I searched all the way and finally found Dong. It is in the mist-filled world, covered in silver, mixed with the laughter of children. Looking for Excellent Essay 12

On August 4, the author published a news article titled "A female college graduate asked the police to find her benefactor to tell a touching story." The news reported that the female college graduate Xiaoliu Due to family background, after entering college in 20xx, her parents borrowed money from everywhere to collect tuition and travel expenses. However, the cost of living still bothered Xiaoliu and prevented her from focusing on her studies. By chance, Xiaoliu met her benefactor Lu Jian online. Since then, Lu Jian has been supporting Xiaoliu until graduation. After graduating and starting work this year, Xiaoliu, who had been struggling to thank her benefactor in person, wrote a letter asking for help from the police to find her benefactor directly. The result was gratifying. On August 3, after many twists and turns, the police finally found Xiaoliu's benefactor. After the report, things have now developed further.

At noon on August 9, with the help of the police from the Xinjie Police Station of the Tianchang Municipal Public Security Bureau, Xiao Liu, a college student from Guizhou Province, and Lu Jian, his benefactor from Anhui Province, gathered in Nanjing.

When Xiaoliu and his benefactor gathered in Nanjing, Dong Zhengyuan, an instructor from the Xinjie Police Station of the Tianchang Municipal Public Security Bureau, also accompanied them. After reporters from Anhui TV Station, New Wind Forum and other news media learned of the news, they also rushed to the scene to interview and recorded the unforgettable joyful moment.

“I am very happy today. I am especially grateful to the police uncle and the media reporters. Thank you for allowing me to meet my benefactor!” Xiao Liu expressed his gratitude at the meeting.

At the meeting, Xiaoliu, in order to thank all the police comrades of the Xinjie Town Police Station of the Tianchang Municipal Public Security Bureau for their hard work, specially presented a pennant to the Xinjie Police Station. Dong Zhengyuan, the instructor of the Xinjie Police Station, accepted the pennant. The content of the pennant is: : "Looking for a benefactor in a different place, the golden shield shines brightly." Xiaoliu's gratitude is expressed between the lines.

Anhui Province Tianchang City Culture, Radio and Television Bureau Xu Kaizhen Ma Changqing Looking for Excellent Composition 13

I picked up my bag and went out to find my good mood.

I looked for the source of the clear sound. A stream surged through the trees, singing cheerful songs as I kept traveling. "Why are you so happy?" I asked. "If you make progress, you will be in a good mood!" Xiaoxi replied.

I climbed up to the majestic mountain, surrounded by lush greenery. I asked the deep valley: "Why are you happy?" The valley replied: "When there is life, there is a good mood. !"

I walked up the river of time and came to a dilapidated hut. A poet was walking towards me, holding chrysanthemums in his arms and reciting: "Pick chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, and see the Nanshan Mountain leisurely." , facing his hearty smile, I couldn't help but ask: "Why are you in such a good mood?" "If you have freedom, elegance, away from the noise and disputes, you will be in a good mood!" The poet laughed. I continued my journey, and the birds in the sky chirped: "When you have freedom, you are in a good mood." The old people said: "The company of my daughters brings me a good mood." The businessmen replied without looking up: "Count the money. The most joyful thing!"

But without me, where is the good mood that makes me feel relaxed and happy?

I finally gave up and returned to my hometown. The children pestered me to tell stories, so I told them about the magnificence of the mountains and the greenery of the mountains, the tireless running of the creeks, and the beautiful and colorful clouds at sunset, like naughty children's random dot drawings...

Someone tapped me on the shoulder, and when I looked back, I saw that it was a long-lost friend.

"I'm in a good mood!" I greeted lightly, and my friend couldn't hide the joy of reunion in his eyes.

I was slightly stunned, and finally smiled in relief.

It turns out that my good mood is here. I have had my own good mood for a long time. It's right in front of me, but I've been looking for it for a long time.

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The high mountains are shrouded in clouds and mist, the grass that has slept all night is sucking the dewdrops, and the birds on the branches are singing beautiful songs. A person walked out of the clouds and mist. He was the bitter poet Jia Dao.

Jia Dao walked slowly on the road, looking around from time to time as if he was worried. It turned out that he was looking for a hermit who lived here. He had heard about this hermit for a long time. Jia Dao came specifically to find him this time, but he traveled through mountains and ridges and finally arrived here, but he couldn't find any trace of him.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and there was a thatched house. I saw a tall pine tree there. Its branches were thick and stretched in all directions and far away. The dense leaves are shiny green. Although it is winter, the pine trees are still so vigorous.

There is also a little book boy who is playing naughtily with the puppy. He is very happy. Jia Dao quickened his pace, walked to the side of the book boy, and asked kindly: "Little book boy, does your master live here?" The book boy nodded with a smile. Jia Dao was ecstatic after hearing this and asked: What about your master? The boy said with a smile: "Master is not here, he went up the mountain to collect medicine." "Jia Dao was very disappointed after hearing this. "Alas, I traveled over the mountains and ridges to get here, but found nothing. After hearing this, the boy said again: "Master collects medicine on this mountain." After hearing this, Jia Dao felt a glimmer of hope in his heart. But the boy pointed to the mountain and said, "But the mountain is covered with clouds and mist, and I don't know the specific location of the master." "Jia Dao looked at the place pointed by the book boy, wasn't it? The mountain was shrouded in clouds and mist, as if it had been covered with a white gauze scarf.

This time, Jia Dao was completely disappointed. I had to go home, but I still muttered: "I will come again." " Looking for Excellent Composition 15

The flowers bloom quietly, the cicadas chirp quietly at the end of summer, every day passes slowly, but time flies. Inscription

The rapid development of science and technology , The rapid advancement of the times has made everyone in the city feel pressured to keep running forward. Even though they are exhausted and out of breath, they still cannot stop the difficult pace.

Nowadays, adults. We stay up late and work overtime, and now we are also studying hard. We are struggling to catch up with the time, suppressed by failure and hardship, and have a deep understanding of the cruelty of the world, but we can always pick up a song or read a poem. Bringing back the beautiful memories of those summer nights

"Those summer nights were full of moonlight, full of tree shadows, the sound of streams and the fragrance of green grass." Xi Murong's poems contain his memories of summer nights, and I dream. In the middle of the summer night, the breeze is blowing gently, the ferry is swaying slowly, the silent whistle is whispering, and the pedestrians on the road are laughing. Scenes from dreams are like fine raindrops falling on our hearts. And when I walked out of the dream, all that was left was a hazy memory, as if it could disappear into clouds with just a touch of my hand.

What has passed cannot be recalled, let alone changed. . Just like the unrecoverable summer night, the unrecoverable comfort and tranquility. Only by taking the life in front of you seriously with the original clean and beautiful intention, will the future summer nights be filled with starlight and shine. Brighten your distance.