The wind swept across my cheeks, blowing up wisps of broken hair. Under the gloomy sky, I ran alone, and the cold wind swept over the treetops, giving a groan intentionally or unintentionally; The wind is slow and fast, but I never stop. At this time, my legs are weak and I am short of breath. I looked up and stared at the empty front, and continued to run, as if walking on an endless road.
Spring is coming soon, right? A little white. Looking around, except for the dark red runway at the foot, it is thin green, dotted with branches. The deep and dignified colors of the leaves that have not fallen in winter seem to contain a quiet breath, pacing to me and whispering something. There is a small bud between the old leaves, revealing a bright color.
Don't say that. Or keep running? I am very tired, and I am thinking about giving up every step, but in the struggle between running and not running, I still ran dozens of meters away. My legs are burning, getting heavier and heavier, repeating alternating movements and even feeling numb, but I still bite my teeth and run, ignoring the fatigue of going deep into my body.
The wind is still blowing, and I am convinced that it is lifeless, because it has no ups and downs. Intermittent images flashed in my mind, perhaps subconsciously transferring painful memories. Everyone in the picture is running side by side with me, and the end of the road is shining with dazzling light. I know I will stick to it because of hope. The trees by the roadside stood quietly, without saying a word. I know that in my heart, there is a power associated with the thick green of this tree. At this time, it is flowing on this runway as far as the eye can see.
It was getting late, and on my way home, some branches brushed my shoulder. Looking back, I looked at the green behind me-the branches were intertwined with dark green and new green. Looking at them is like looking at myself. Isn't the persistence of life the same?
At the end of winter, in this small town in the south of the Yangtze River, there is a color that belongs to me and hugs me.
There is a color that belongs to me. Among the stars in the sky, which one belongs to me? Which color belongs to me in the world?
Walking into the library, a burst of coffee floated in. I instinctively looked around, got up and walked to a quiet shop in the corner. "Aunt! Have a cup of coffee! " "Hey? Is there no menu? " Shouldn't this style of coffee shop have that kind of western menu? Shouldn't I print all kinds of coffee whose names I can't read?
Aunt clerk smiled, "sorry! There is only one kind of ordinary coffee here. " After that, he put the coffee beans into the bean mill. Turn the blender gently, and the dark brown coffee beans roll in the machine, occasionally emitting a slightly bitter fragrance.
"It's cooked!" The mellow coffee was poured into the white porcelain cup, and I took a sip with the tray. "Well, it's quite bitter." I just wanted to vomit, but I found that my mouth was getting sweeter and sweeter.
I poured a glass of milk into the cup and stirred it with an iron spoon. The spoon touches the cup and makes a very pleasant sound, slowly blending with the coffee. Wrapped in dark brown with white, staring at it, isn't it like a tortuous road of life?
One meter of sunlight hits the rim of the cup through the screen window, reflecting a ray of brilliance, reflecting the rich coffee and sweet milk rippling in the cup. This color is very eye-catching and looks particularly natural and simple in the sun.
I sipped my mouth, gently shook the cup in my hand, and looked around at the decorations, wooden seats and brown curtains, which were neither baroque nor 14 century Italian style. Only slightly bitter coffee and classic bean grinder, all-in-one tablecloths and porcelain cups.
That dark brown is vividly interpreted by cups of coffee, and that faint fragrance lingers on white porcelain cups. In the secular turmoil, the original color and unchanging essence are maintained.
A cup of coffee, after the precipitation of time, is light brown, showing a color that only belongs to me.
There is a color that belongs to me. The early morning breeze pulled out the brilliant golden sunshine on the horizon. The warm sunshine shines on the earth and shines into my slightly opened window. Gold spread from the windowsill into my bedroom, winding out and pouring down, painting golden makeup for my life. Sitting on the bed, watching the messy dust in the air as beautiful as gold powder under the sunlight. I chuckled, so the gold belongs to me. I love running in the morning, the golden passion that running gives me, and all the beauty on the road.
I ran on the road and watched the sunshine dye the whole street golden. Look at the old man walking slowly on the road. The golden sunshine seems to fill the gullies and wrinkles on his face and make them young again. The old people looked at me and murmured, "It's good to be young." I thought to myself silently: youth is really good. Therefore, I want to run forward and keep fading away my golden youth. I like to do things perfectly, just like golden yellow gives people the feeling-flawless.
"sasha vujacic" brushes paint on paper, and the beautiful curves on the paper either embrace each other, or dance hand in hand, or turn your back and ignore each other. There are many forms, but their owners don't seem to like it very much. They use erasers while drawing. The mother sitting on the side finally couldn't stand it: "When will you end up painting like this?" I always answer: "Don't worry, don't worry, slow work and fine work." Time goes by in circles, and the red sun at noon gradually tilts, just shooting into a small room, only to be covered by leaves, a little fragmented, looking back like scattered gold. At this time, the golden color seems to be precious and exquisite, which makes people hold their breath.
I raised my pen and solemnly left the last few strokes on the painting. Looking at my nervous appearance, my mother smiled "poof": "You are really like a little painter." I put down my pen gently and enjoyed the golden face given by the sunshine. I was delighted to see that the warm golden sunshine painted my paintings with incomparable precious pigments. The smiling face of the girl in the painting is more exquisite and lovely when bathed in the sun. It's like I'm outside the painting. Someone once said, "Those who love sunshine belong to gold", but I think those who enjoy sunshine and are obsessed with it belong to gold. Therefore, I believe that gold will continue to give me vitality, gold, my own color!
There is a color that belongs to me. Everyone in this world has a different color to represent himself, and among all the colors, I have a special liking for colorful red.
Brilliant and unrestrained fiery red-belongs to me.
Whenever I make up my mind to do something, I always show a kind of courage that makes me desperate. When I was a child, I saw other friends riding bicycles around me happily, which looked particularly conspicuous, so I also had the idea of learning to ride bicycles. I still remember that cool summer vacation, when I clamored for adults to practice driving with me. Under the scorching sun, I struggled to step on the pedal again and again, fell down again and again, and tripped again and again, but I was forced by my fiery thoughts to continue practicing hard. Finally, with the help of relatives, I finally learned this skill after two afternoons of tossing. And this strong and bright red just suits me at that time.
Bright crimson-belongs to me.
Since I was a child, I have always been able to talk with others and talk about it in Kan Kan. No matter at home or at school, it can bring a lot of jokes to people around it, and it is a typical "optimist". Although I seldom show off, once my friends are in trouble or trouble, I will definitely help them without saying anything. When a group of people chat, I always play the role of active atmosphere, and I am careless and informal about everything. Don't I belong to this bright, warm and gorgeous scarlet?
Shallow indifferent water red-belongs to me.
In life, there are joys that make people laugh, and there are also sorrows that make people linger. In the final exam of the second semester of junior high school, due to poor grades and various problems, my grades were poor. While I am unhappy, I regret that my grades are not ideal, and at the same time I try to hold back my depressed mood and prevent sadness from showing on my face. Then a person silently introspects and summarizes himself, and after comforting, his mood is relieved a lot. This pale pink belongs to me.
This is my favorite red, which represents my different emotions in different States. Maybe everyone has his favorite color, but my favorite color is red, which is a perfect combination of various tones, thus piecing together a most complete and authentic self. It is also a more vivid and growing me.
There is a faint red color in my composition 5, and there is a faint red in my youth.
What overflows on my youth picture scroll is a touch of determined and burning red. This color ignited my struggle.
I fell in love with red at the first sight. It may be an unremarkable animation, and red appeared at that time, which was amazing. Strong eyes and red hair.
Youth should be a time for struggle. I got hooked on comics first because of red. The results are not particularly excellent, just above average. Because of addiction, I lost my due momentum in my study. I muddled through my daily study tasks and then immersed myself in cartoons. This state has been going on for quite some time. When? Look at that red again!
The appearance of red has changed me a lot again. The firmness of red color, his childhood life is bleak, and the pain of not being seen almost makes red color collapse. However, in his youth, just like the perseverance of red itself, setbacks can't oppress red's tough eyes. Try to prove yourself again and again. What reason do I have to continue to live in a daze? It is because of that firm red that I have ignited the spark of struggle.
If you want to talk about the color in my photos when I was young, that kind of red is a lingering memory. Red itself is full of passion for struggle, not too beautiful, soft and strong.
That piece of red belongs to me and belongs to the firmness of my youth. Whenever I am hindered by pressure and setbacks in my studies, no matter how difficult it is, my mind is full of those strong eyes and that determined red. Let my youth be full of passion and blood. I really have a soft spot for that kind of red, which makes me addicted and firm.
There are many colors in the world, and I only love red. Firm and tenacious red is my youth, let me face it soberly in the rough, as strong as that red.
That kind of touch is my red color and my strength.
One color belongs to my composition 6. Red is gorgeous, gold is brilliant, white is pure and green is natural ... In this colorful world, there is always a color that belongs to everyone. Of course, there are my own colors.
I think, maybe in the middle of the night, the dark blue sky belongs to me.
In the sixth grade of primary school, when writing classmate records and color lines, I always write pink, blue and purple without hesitation. At that time, I was always active and lively in my class. I don't like sitting in my seat after class, so I have to play with others. So I like the color that everyone likes. But I'm afraid of the dark, so I always close the curtains when it gets dark at night. I don't like the starry sky at night, so I have always had a bad impression of dark blue and black. But after entering junior high school, he became silent and didn't like to talk much. I like to think in the dark at home, and I'm always a little fidgety when I think. I looked up at the night sky, and the quiet deep blue calmed me down. So I gradually fell in love with deep blue. I became more calm, too. I can appease my friend when she is angry and when she is upset. So I think, dark blue should belong to me.
Back in the countryside, away from the hustle and bustle of the city, I went fishing, picking oranges and playing dates, but my favorite thing was to move a bed in the yard and lie in bed with my grandmother, listening to her tell me interesting stories about my father and his brothers with an accent. Take another look at the deep blue sky and bury all kinds of troubles in the deepest part of my heart. I think my heart is as quiet and deep as the deep blue sky. If I can only choose one time to live during the day and at night, I want to live at night. It's very bright during the day, but it doesn't shine on some people's hearts, but at night, it can make some people talk about their troubles under the covers, and they don't cause trouble where there is no one. So, dark blue may belong to me.
Everyone has his own color, just as everyone has his own personality. Let's leave our own colors on the picture scroll of youth and draw colorful rainbows belonging to youth!
One color belongs to my composition 7. Some people like the purity of white; Some people like pink romance; Some people like the boldness of orange ... but I like the celebration and enthusiasm of red.
People around me often say, "Red is too ostentatious, and red is too dazzling." But I am sure that if there is no red around, there will be no joy. The red sun gives people a warm feeling; Red clothes certainly give people a feeling of happiness: red flowers give people a feeling of happiness. How monotonous the world would be if all these reds disappeared!
I fell in love with red for the first time when the teacher told us the function of color. He told us that red represents enthusiasm and celebration, and it is a unique color of China people. Since then, my personality has gradually turned red. I became fond of laughing, helpful, cheerful, generous and enthusiastic. Friends around me joked: "It's just a color. Why are you so serious? " . "I smiled and said," if you really like this color, you don't have to wear clothes or things of this color, you have to learn its characteristics from yourself. From then on, whenever I need help, I will be the first to rush forward; Where there are difficulties, I will be the first to lend a helping hand. There are more and more friends around me. Because I love to laugh, some of my friends are also infected by me. One day my friend joked with me and said, "How can you infect us like this? We still want to be a cold beauty. " I smiled and said, "Although a cold beauty is good, a girl without a smile is attractive, because a smiling girl will have a good time everywhere." So, we all laughed, so happy and warm.
Because I like red, my family will buy me more red things to make me happy. Whenever this happens, I will seriously say, "I like the connotation of red, not the surface of red." Grandma will smile and say, "Tingting has grown up and understood something. She can't be a child anymore. " So, the whole family smiled proudly for me, and they laughed proudly themselves.
Red, this is a color that belongs to me; Red is a warm, optimistic and helpful person. By liking red, I understand a lot of truth and learn a lot of ways to deal with things. Warm, festive red, I want to have you, I want to run to you!
There is a color that belongs to me. Time flies, as if I entered school only yesterday. Now I am a third-year student, and the breath of youth is fragrant around me.
When I was a child, I was playful and naughty, and I didn't want to go home after school every day. I didn't realize that I hadn't done my homework until I went to bed. There is no pressure in life, and teachers and parents often "catch" them for a long talk because of poor grades. Every time I promised to study hard, I was finally forgotten. After I entered junior high school, all my playmates around me disappeared. Seeing that my classmates are studying hard every day, I began to be unwilling to lag behind. I listen carefully with my classmates every day and do my homework after school. Others say that I have become a different person and a good student. This is my color, and the golden color of success shines on me!
In the hot sun, the playground seems to be dry and there is no water, while we are waiting on the red runway. Running a kilometer is not an easy task. With the teacher's password, we rushed out like tigers, shortness of breath and acceleration. After a lap, someone gave up and I didn't. After running for a circle and a half, my leg seems to be filled with lead, and it seems that I will fall down next. Someone gave up in front, and a classmate started walking behind, but I didn't stop. On the last lap, I felt uncomfortable all over and my brain was a little abnormal, but my will told me that there was only a short way to go! Come on! I began to accelerate again, step by step, and finally crossed the finish line. The golden sunshine shines on me, which is the harvest of my success!
I rode my bike outside after a rain, and the ground was covered with mud, so I didn't dare to walk fast. I was afraid that the mud on the wheel behind me would throw me out, and suddenly the cars in front stopped. There used to be a ditch in front, so I'm going to jump over it by car. I am quite tall, and this kind of thing can be done in a short time, but my friend found that an old woman behind us could jump over, but the car could not be lifted. I immediately rushed to help, although I got some mud on my body, but I felt warm, like a golden sun!
There is such a color that belongs to me, it is bright, it is warm, it represents success, and that is gold!
There is a color that belongs to me. In this vast world, it is colorful, and everyone can find the one they like, dreamy purple, mysterious black ... I want to paint my youth picture with that touch of blue and that touch of unique color.
I want a touch of pure blue.
I used to sit on the open grass and look up at the sky. The sky is blue, and the clouds float by, which makes my thoughts ripple. I think when I grow up, I want to fly high in the sky and touch the blue sky. At that time, the sky left an indelible blue in my heart, which made me never forget the original innocence. No matter where I am, as long as I look up at the sky and see blue, I will never forget your creativity and always remember those simple little beauties. So, this blue belongs to me.
I want a touch of calm blue.
Once I went to see the sea, I deeply remembered the blue of the sea. I remember that I was impetuous at that time, and the trivial things in life and study made me uneasy. But when I saw the ocean in Na Pianhai, I was shocked. A bottomless blue spread to the distant horizon, far away, empty, as if there was a huge wave in my heart to suppress my wavering mind, and suddenly the impetuous dissipation disappeared, and my mind stabilized. From then on, whenever I couldn't settle down, that touch of blue calmed me down and I began to become calm. So, this blue belongs to me.
I want to cast a touch of blue hope.
Now I am in my youth, and my future is blue. I am full of energy, and strive to move towards that blue, which inspires me to be brave, brave and pursue my dreams. Therefore, this blue of hope belongs to me.
On my youth scroll, blue belongs to me. I will cherish the innocence of the sky, the peace of the ocean, the hope of youth and move towards my bright future. I believe that this piece of blue that belongs to me will constitute the most beautiful picture of my youth.
One color belongs to my composition 10. I firmly believe that white must be my color, because I will never forget the bright moonlight that night.
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"You got such a few points in the exam, who is worthy of it? Everything you eat is stuck in your head?"
Dad's scolding sounded faintly in my ear, and I stood there as if I didn't hear anything.
If you give me another chance, I will study hard and get a good grade for my father. However, where is the regret medicine in the world?
"Go, don't let me see you!" Dad waved at me and ignored me.
"This is going to eat!" My mother persuaded me.
"What to eat? He still has the face to eat? "
In a daze, I somehow returned to my room. I didn't speak or defend myself. In a word, everything is my fault. At this time, the sky outside the window is so dark, the moon is covered by thick clouds, and the stars are invisible.
Are you gonna laugh at me? With a wry smile, I fell asleep unconsciously. It seems that someone is calling me in my dream. I opened my mouth to answer, but I couldn't make a sound, so I had to give up. ...
I don't know how long it took. I opened my hazy eyes and turned to look at my watch. It's one o'clock in the middle of the night, and my stomach is complaining to me. I reluctantly got up and prepared to go to the toilet. When I walked out of the toilet, I suddenly found that the light in the living room was still on. Surprised, I gently approached the living room. What I see is the dining table. Mom and dad are asleep, but there are several plates on the dining table, and the dishes on the plates have hardly moved. A closer look shows that the rice has been served, and it seems to be steaming.
Somehow, my eyes blurred, and I suddenly remembered that when I was sleeping, there seemed to be a rough voice calling me to eat, but when I saw that I was asleep, I stopped calling me ... I wolfed down the meal on the table and went back to my room. The moment I opened the door, I was shocked to find that my room was filled with a pool of clear and ethereal water. Confused, I walked to the window through a thin layer of "water" and looked up out of the window. The original moon! It is so round, so bright, so holy and soft, so pure and ethereal! Even the stars are willing to decorate around him and outline a beautiful background for him!
I went back to bed and smiled with satisfaction-because I know that there is a color that will always belong to me, and that is holy white like deep fatherly love!
Ribs stewed beans
major constituent
Pork ribs 1 kg? 300g beans for two.
Attachment others
Salt 1/2 teaspoons? 3 tablespoon