4 minutes to recite 1 a maple tree
Whether it's the silent spring flowers or the snow-covered boots, I can always think of that piece of green maple at some time. In the light and heat of summer, in the rain and wind of summer, it stretches its branches and leaves, absorbs the showers, grows heartily and exudes vitality. Sometimes a bird sings on it, sometimes a breeze blows over its face, and sometimes raindrops fall on it?
Sometimes, we naughty children will climb on his shoulders.
That is a maple tree planted in the campus. In summer, everything is green. No one knows what it is thinking, no one knows what it wants to do, it just stands in the wind and watches us sing under the tree.
The sky on campus is always quiet and blue, and the blue sky is like a huge piece of glass. How happy that maple tree is when a bird flies in the sky or a white cloud floats by!
It held its head high and let its branches and leaves sing tireless songs in the wind. It holds its head high and looks at the clouds and birds coming and going? Birds are angels on the earth and companions of trees. When the trees are loneliest, birds will fall on the trees, whisper to them, tell them stories that happened on the horizon, and tell them the secrets of clouds and the sun.
The sound of reading in school is often loud, and the sound of children's reading echoes in school for a long time. I think that tree should be a little dark after listening to our reading sound. If this tree has a soul, it should compose a modern poem with the words it has learned.
What should come will come eventually. For example, it is undoubtedly an event at the entrance to life and death for the maple tree. My family will pull a wire wrapped in fine wire and pass by the maple tree. The wire wrapped in wire is so tightly pulled into its body, but it is still alive. The wire was pulled straight by the locomotive, and when it passed the tree, it was pulled into its body without hesitation. Then, under the drag of the locomotive, it cuts open its skin, its meat and its blood and pulls it into its body.
I've been worried since I was in class. I am afraid it will break and end the glory of my life, but, you know, it is not dead. After class, I took a quick look. I saw the thick wire being pulled deeply into its body, and I seemed to hear it groan in pain.
The strangulation, just under its crown, next to the crown, the wire has been pulled into its body. If it has blood, it should shed thick blood!
I felt sorry for it, but I didn't say it. After many years, I opened the photo album of memory again, and its green image is still vivid. For example, yesterday, I looked at the fuzzy numbers in the photo album, only it was so clear.
After graduating from high school, I finally came to the big city and saw the scenery different from the mountain village. I breathe the air full of copper smell, walking in the busy but seemingly empty streets. All this disharmony will remind me of the maple tree that was pulled into my body by wires.
I miss it, but my maple, you are far away, will you miss me? I miss you like my mother in my hometown, but my maple, have you ever thought of me tenderly on a sunny day?
I suspect that something called responsibility is calling me back to the place where I was born and raised, because my roots are there. There are my maple trees and my folks.
But, can I go back? I can only work hard in the city, in order to survive, for the meager salary. I am as busy as a top, and I can only be like a top, otherwise there is no place to stand.
This is a tree without flowers. It looked at me in the wind, looked at me, and watched how I went upstream to find the meaning of life.
After I got married, I returned to that small mountain village. I saw a long-lost familiar face, but what I longed for most was the maple tree, which was pulled into my body by wires. I stayed on the hillside of the mountain village for the last period. I see a tree with a shade. It lives so smartly and comfortably.
That's a tree in the mountains, that's a tree that has taken root in my heart, it's calling me, calling me, I'll come back, I'll come back, my maple?
Four minutes to recite the article. The second is snow. Do you know the dream of 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.
He who has no tears has 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.
4 minutes to recite the manuscript 3 Xin Dong
Everyone has a clear spring in his heart, which washes your soul and nourishes your life. Just because of the complexity of daily trivial life, it masks her beautiful voice and blurs her clarity and transparency.
The night is quiet, and nature is silent. At this moment, you can remove the heavy mask, remove the fence of the heart garden and really look at yourself. In the depths of life, you finally hear a leisurely and crisp voice. This is a poem of truth, goodness and beauty. Like a shower, like a spring breeze, soft and meaningful.
The moon is hidden and the stars are present, and the wind is light. At this time, you can face up to your naked conscience and get out of the secular fan box. At the height of your soul, you finally feel an inevitable rhythm. This is a true, good and beautiful song! Like the bright moon, like the autumn sun, indifferent and quiet.
When traveling against the wind, whenever you look back at the bumps and mud behind you, your heart will suddenly surge together after another journey? I finally understand that life does not believe in tears, and failure does not mean killing success! There is no eternal luck in the world to make you complacent forever. What are the eternal misfortunes in the world to make you miserable forever?
The glory of life is not ordinary, but mediocre! So think more about when the spring breeze is proud, as long as you don't betray the original intention of beauty; When you are embarrassed and frustrated, look forward to it a little more, as long as you don't make up a bitter dream that you don't wake up!
Put out jealousy like fire with your heart, wash away vanity like dust with your heart, and life will be infinitely relaxed. Whispering hearts clearly tell you that people's hearts are not as sinister as you think, and life is not as gloomy and heavy as you render!
Stay away from despicable fights, avoid worldly disputes, approach Ding Dong's heart and listen to Ding Dong's heart.
Relive the good mood; Soothe a tired heart; Looking back on the cold life.
Listen to your heart and let your thoughts go deep and pure; Listen to your heart and make your life richer and more vivid.
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