One afternoon I was on the balcony watering that flowering plant as usual. When I finished watering the last peach blossom,

I thought I saw something moving in the soil. I took a closer look and saw that it was a swarm of ants. The watering

had trapped them in the sticky, wet mud, and they were struggling.

But some of the ants were on the mud near the edge of the pot and were not in crisis. I thought they would surely scatter before danger struck,

but they did something that surprised me. They moved carefully toward the moist dirt.

They were trying to get their mates out of the mud. One, two, three - one by one, the distressed were rescued.

After the ants got out, they kept wiggling their antennae as if they were sending messages to each other. After a while, the ants left in an orderly fashion, presumably to make sure the rescue was

complete.

Just as I was breathing a sigh of relief and ready to leave, I suddenly made a new discovery: there were still two small ants in the flowerpot carrying the soil little by little

. At first glance, it turned out that there is a pair of tentacles in the wet mud is trying to swing, and there are two

ants move, move, move, for a long time but did not let the tentacles under the body to show. I grumbled to myself: if it wasn't for me, how could these ants be

stuck in the mud and unable to move? I wanted to use my fingers to help the two ants dig out their little friends buried in the mud, but then I thought,

It's so small, if I dig, I might hurt it, and maybe even lose my life. I thought about it, and suddenly

I thought of a toothpick! The toothpick was so thin that if I was careful, it wouldn't hurt the little ant in danger. I turned into the room and went to look for the toothpick

. But when I walked back to the flowerpot again, I was surprised to find that the little ant in distress had gotten out of its predicament and managed to get out.

The rescued ant wiggled its tentacles and followed the two "saviors" as they slowly made their way to the edge of the planter.

My heart immediately became warm, the little ants in the companion of the time of crisis appeared unity, bravery, wisdom and the kind of never

Never give up the spirit is really shocked me.

Bathing mother's love

Mother's love is like a trickle of water that soaks into my heart.

In my memory, my mother is always concerned about me, always concerned about me.

It was a Sunday, drizzly, in this rainy day, I love to sleep, how can I get up. "Quickly get up! I'm sorry, but I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get up! I'm going to be late for my second class!" Mom said, while pulling me up, I rubbed my sleepy eyes and muttered, "No, no, just a little more sleep, just a little more sleep!" "Hurry up, you haven't eaten breakfast yet." I sat up, so hungry! I salivated at the thought of the hamburgers on sale at the supermarket. I clamored for it. My father said impatiently, "It's too late, just eat something and go to class, there is no time to buy it, it's still raining outside." But I was a child who didn't know any better, I was clamoring for it, and my mom said gently, "I've got a morning class, I can't eat it, I'll go and buy it for her." I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to do it.

Yo! The rain is not small. In the heat of the moment actually only brought an umbrella. Mom riding a motorcycle let me hold the umbrella. The car is riding faster and faster, the rain is falling more and more, the rain hit the mother's head, body, but the mother told me to "play good umbrella, you do not get wet." At this time I feel a burst of sour heart, this is all for me, I really do not understand, think of this, tears and rain sliding across my face. To the supermarket hair, bought burgers, originally sweet burgers eat so tasteless.

"Who says inches of grass heart, reward three spring sunshine." Mom is always like this, regardless of their own tiredness and suffering, but also for my sake first, how can I repay it all!

Mother's love is like a ray of sunshine, bathing me in my growth.

Mother's wish

"The world is only good to mother ......" Whenever I tearfully sing this song, I will think of my dear mother and her wish.

My mom, who left me two years ago when I was only ten years old. Whenever I think of her in the dead of night, her thin figure and kind face appear in my mind. Although she read very little and was not very educated, she wanted me to become educated and successful, so she was very strict with me in my studies.

When I was in the second grade of elementary school, it was snowing heavily one morning, and I didn't want to go to school, so I pouted to my mother, "I can't go to school in this snow!" Her face changed and she said, "No. You have to go! You have to go! Let's go, I'll take you there!" I thought this is bad, make her angry, but the day is so cold ...... mom seems to guess my mind, said: "This snow do not want to go to school? You ah, how to be such a bad luck, can have what success ah." I can see that she is very sad, said: "Look at you anxious, how can I not go it!" Mom laughed and pulled me out the door. Ah! The snow was falling and it was so cold that I shivered. We struggled to get on the road. At first I walked quite strong, but the more I walked the more difficult, and then tired me straight gasping. My mom saw me and said, "Come on, I'll carry you." Without saying a word, she picked me up on her back and left. I lie on my mother's back, feel warm and comfortable. After walking for a while, mom also began to breathe heavily, and her head was steaming. I really want to tell her to stop and walk by myself, I really can't bear to let my mom suffer for me. Suddenly, my mom's body lurched and she fell on the snow, rolling all over. She slowly got up and hurriedly picked me up and asked, "Did it hurt?" After saying that, she wanted to carry me on her back again. I firmly refused and said loudly to my mom, "I'll walk by myself!" Mom looked at me, eyes welled up with crystal tears ......

One night when I was studying in my hometown, I received a phone call from home, saying that my mother was critically ill. At that time I could not wait to give birth to a pair of wings to fly to my mom's side. In the company of relatives, I walked dozens of miles in the dark and arrived home at one o'clock in the night. I jumped in front of the bed and called out, "Mom!" Tears came to my eyes. She spent a lot of effort for me! Now is a serious illness, eyes scattered color, my heart is like a knife.

Mom saw me, and said with great effort: "It is important to study, come back for what? I, all right, you go back, go back!" How can I leave her now? But afraid of her sadness, forced tears, slowly nodded.

The next day late at night, mom suddenly called me to her side, pulling my hand and said: "Meier, remember, read well, do a good job, be a person who has ...... good fortune ......!" I held back my tears and nodded repeatedly. She pulled my hand suddenly loosened, her eyes closed peacefully. I cried out in pain "Mom! Mom!" I feel that my shouts so that the whole world can hear, but my mother can no longer answer me, she is gone forever, I can no longer get her careful caresses ......

Mother, my dear good mother, daughter remembered your words, study hard, do a good man, will certainly fulfill your wish!

......

2. Parental love is like the evergreen tree in all seasons, which is a scenic line in my heart that can't be erased.

Five years ago, my father and mother embarked on a southbound train to work in Guangdong, leaving me at home to be taken care of by my grandmother. At that time, I thought they didn't love me anymore and didn't want me, I resented them and hated them. How many times my grandmother told me to pick up the phone, but I ran far away and ignored her. Two years later, a spring festival, father and mother finally came back, mother into the door to see me, a pull me in my arms whimpering and crying, it is so excited, it is so sour; I also cried - because I feel aggrieved, two whole years I lived without parents care of the day ah! But have I ever thought about who my parents are for? I have never experienced the love of the calf.

On the sixth day of the first month, people are still immersed in the celebration of the Spring Festival, but my father and mother told me that they have to go to Guangdong to work, the same day to go. I begged my mom to say, "Mom, I don't want my allowance every day, you don't have to go out to work, okay?" My mom said to me in a serious way, "Our family doesn't have much money. Think about it, it costs a lot of money to buy a house, and you'll have to spend a lot of money on high school and college in the future, so how can we make money if we don't go out to earn money?" Looking at my mom's face, I realized that she was much darker and thinner than before, and seemed to have aged a lot. I don't know how to discourage, just heart a hundred disagree. In the evening, mom let go of my hand, two tears followed dad on the train. The train started, mom's upper body out of the window, keep shedding tears, keep waving hands, keep saying something. The merciless wheels sent away mom and dad, leaving me a long wait.

Dad, mom left, a few days I can not eat, write homework can not be quiet. Grandma saw this scene to guide me, said: "Shangfeng, you are a sensible child, you should know that dad and mom work very hard, a day to do more than ten hours, sometimes all night overtime can not sleep. You should eat well and study hard to win honor for them". After listening to my grandmother's words, I realized that it was not easy for my parents to work outside, but I didn't understand them! I wept with regret. One night, the phone rang, I picked up the receiver and heard my mother's voice: "Shangfeng, you're not sick, right? ...... How are your studies? ...... Listen to your grandmother ......", and every Saturday after that, always hear from the phone thousands of miles away from the mother and father's greetings and exhortations.

I feel from the depths of my heart that the love of parents for their children is unfailing, selfless and great. Listen to the grandmother said, mom gave birth to me is difficult to birth, mom in the hospital bed pain for three days and three nights, the last critical moment, the doctor asked whether to protect the child or to protect the adults? Mom did not hesitate to say: "Protect the child, to leave a root for the Zhao family!" Dad signed the pledge with tears in his eyes. Luckily I croaked, and mom broke through the ghost gate twelve hours later. Hearing this, my throat hardened and I had a thousand words that were hard to express, but could only be grateful in my heart for the greater-than-heavenly kindness of my mom and dad in giving birth to me. "Who says an inch of grass heart, repay the three spring sunshine". The first thing I want to say is that I'm not sure how much I want to be able to do this, but I'm not sure how much I want to be able to do this.

I always tell myself to be self-disciplined and self-improvement, do not let my parents for my study and do people worry, worry. I was very diligent in my studies, and my grades were outstanding. Despite this, my grandmother often nagged me, I never contradicted her, because I know that my grandmother is for my good. Grandma loves me, and I love her too. Once my grandma had a high blood pressure attack and fainted, I was so panicked that I didn't know what to do. I immediately calmed down and thought that I was a little man in the family, and since my parents were not at home, I should take care of my grandma for them. So I invited my neighbors to take my grandmother to the hospital. I went to school during the day and sat by her bedside at night to take care of her. Five days later, my grandmother was discharged from the hospital, and she was so happy that she praised me to everyone. Her wrinkled face often smiled like a peony flower in full bloom. Later, when my mother knew about this, she praised me for growing up, and praised me for being grateful, and my heart was sweeter than honey.

Father's love is like a mountain, mother's love is like the sea. Let us always remember the parents of the birth of grace, learn to appreciate, learn to be grateful, so that parents more a smile, less a sad; so that parents live more and more happy, live more and more happy.

3 I like to eat fruit radish, because I am afraid of vendors to cheat children every time is the mother to buy. Today I want to eat this kind of radish again, mom said: "I have something now, I give you 5 yuan, you go buy it yourself!"

People often say: "Some vendors catty less two, pit people to cheat money, especially like to cheat children!" Mom also repeatedly urged me to be more careful, do not be fooled. I thought about what my mom said while I was wandering around, and finally I saw a radish on a tricycle. This kind of radish skin is bright green, the flesh is bright red, so people call it "fruit radish", and beautiful, delicious, I like to eat.

The radish seller is a 20-year-old uncle, he is tall, wearing a blue dress pants, a dark face with two eyes. When he saw me staring at his radish, he said, "Little friend, buy radish? Look how good this radish is, home-grown!" "How much does it cost per catty?" "One dollar!" I picked two large ones and put them on the scale. He gently lifted the scale with his hand, looked at the scales, and said, "Two dollars and forty cents." I thought, "I've got to look carefully, don't let him screw me over! I asked him to lower the pole, and when I looked at it, I saw that the thin rope holding the scale was already one and a half kilograms! He really didn't screw me over. I gave him two dollars and forty cents and took the carrot.

I was happy to go home. Suddenly someone shouted, "Children, wait a minute!" I turned my head to see, it turned out to be that uncle ah! "Little friend, you just pulled out money, it seems to have dropped two dollars in your pocket!" I felt my pocket, and it was true. I hurriedly thanked the uncle, thinking: this uncle is not like what people often say like pit children, he also has a kind heart!

I returned home happily, my mom asked me: "Did you get the radish?" I smiled mysteriously and said, "Not only did I get it, but I also gave it a name 'heart beauty'!" Mom asked, "Why?" I told my mom what happened, and she smiled and said, "I see! There are also so kind-hearted vegetable sellers ah!"

I have a happy childhood. I have a happy childhood. The funny things in my childhood are like the pearls in the sea, the stars in the sky, too many to count.

One day, after school, I saw a lot of students in front of the crowd there, I was very curious to go over, a look at the original is a box of cute ducklings, I asked, a dollar and a half a, I only used a dollar and a quarter to buy it. I picked it up and held it with both hands, its little eyes were like two black beans looking at me, and it also barked at me from time to time. And it was so cute with its wiggly look. When I squatted down to get the plastic bag, it ran out of my hand with a wiggle. I caught it back and mumbled, "That little thing is naughty." Then, when I put it in a plastic bag, I named it - "Rogue".

When I got home, I put it in a shoebox and put the box on the table for fear that it would run out, but it didn't listen to me. First, it used its wings to hold onto the box, and then it jumped out of the box with one push, and then it ran forward recklessly, and then it fell out on top of a chair. It jumped off the top of the chair again. It waddled over and chirped at me. I think it is hungry, I took out a few green vegetables from the refrigerator, carefully cut the green vegetables into fine pieces, and then put them into a small plate, I just picked up the plate, the duckling came to me with a wagging, only to see that it couldn't wait to beat its wings and stretch its neck, and at this time I hadn't put the plate steadily, and then it ate greedily with its yellow and flat beak, which is like a small clip. In a short while, its mouth like a small clip ate all the dishes on the plate. It was so cute when it ate the food. Seeing it eat so well, I like it even more.

In the evening, my father came back and made a window for Rogue in a cardboard box. Mom made food for it, and I poured water for it. It was like a little guest in my house. Once, I pinched its flat mouth with my finger and lifted it up. Its little paws immediately pedaled around like a bicycle. At that moment, my father saw it and said anxiously, "Put it down quickly." I asked curiously, "Why?" "You're tugging on its mouth, and it will hurt." I immediately put it down. I asked again, "Why does it hurt?" Dad said, "Even though the duckling's beak is hard, its beak is also attached to the flesh, so of course it will hurt if you tug on its beak." I was ashamed and said to the duckling, "I'm really sorry." At that moment, Rogue barked at me twice. It seemed to forgive me.

Autumn

A cool wind blew, sending away the hot summer and ushering in the autumn season.

The earth changed into a new set of yellow sweaters. In the fields, the rice is ripe and looks like a piece of gold from afar. Dragonflies flap their crystal clear wings to travel through the sea of rice. Farmers are bending down to collect rice, bean-sized beads of sweat dripping down from their cheeks, but despite this, their faces are still full of harvest joy. The birds are singing a melodious tune, as if praising the beauty of the fall, the prosperity of the fall.

Walking into the park, a fragrance of flowers greeted us. Wow! Chrysanthemums are so colorful, red like fire, pink like haze, white like snow. Some of them are head high and furious, some are shy, and some are unique. ...... In short, there are a thousand shapes and colors. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the color of the flowers! The crab claw chrysanthemum is really true to its name, the petals are really like crab claws, touching both delicate and smooth.

Pine trees are also not weak, in a neatly arranged. They are like a warrior in green armor, no matter how windy or rainy, all straight guard there. Deeper into the park is a maple forest. Into the maple forest is like entering the paradise, a gust of wind blowing, the flame-like maple leaves swaying with the wind, and sometimes a few leaves slowly floating down, lying on the carpet formed by the maple leaves, a unique interest. Suddenly a few geese formed a "human" shape and flew to the south. At this time and a burst of autumn wind, blowing across the small lake, ripples, blowing into the maple forest, blowing up the leaves on the ground, blowing into my heart .......

Autumn, is joyful; autumn, is beautiful ......

"My favorite motto"--

There are many mottos and sayings posted on our school campus, and one of my favorites is "Where there's a will, there's a way". This quote is from "The Book of the Later Han Dynasty - Geng Yu Liezhuan", which means that for those who have the will, things will eventually work out. This sentence also tells us that no matter how hard a person does something, as long as he has ambition and works tirelessly, he can succeed ...... I always write this sentence neatly on the title page of my diary as my motto ......

"Where there's a will, there's a way." It was a period of time before I participated in the preliminary round of the Olympiad competition last year, and I had to tackle many topics every day in addition to completing my homework. In the morning, get up very early to do math problems; during the day, also have to listen to endless math explanations; at night, continue to do the problem is very normal. So down the line, after three days, I felt very fatigued, and finally one day, I couldn't stand it any longer, so I snapped at my mom, "What kind of OU competition do you participate in, it's exhausting." My mom calmly said to me, "Honey, don't you always say, 'Where there's a will, there's a way'? If you want to be a finalist, then you have to suffer and work hard!" Yes, from then on, every day I seriously review ...... to participate in the preliminary round, less than three weeks, I was excited to learn that I was selected as a finalist, but then the pre-final training is also very boring and hard. However, because I often use the phrase "where there's a will, there's a way" to motivate, I finally achieved the first prize in the finals ......

Now, I believe in my favorite motto: "Where there's a will, there's a way." Where there's a will, there's a way". It will surely inspire and spur me to keep striving and struggling at all times, and guide me to success ......

"My Little Alarm Clock"--

A few days ago, my alarm clock broke down, and it didn't go off for several mornings in a row! I begged my mom to buy me a new alarm clock, and with great difficulty, she agreed.

Mom took me to the clock store. A colorful, all kinds of clocks and watches displayed in the glass window. Suddenly, I saw a small alarm clock with a cartoon character - robot cat.

The shell of the alarm clock is made of plastic. The robot cat wore a blue coat and had a round head, like a snowball. His body is fat, like a big balloon. His face was covered with a pair of soybean-sized and spinning eyes, shining as if he was paying attention to me every moment. He also had a funny red nose that looked like a watery red cherry! Its semicircular mouth, light red in color, was particularly large. Its look strikes me as both silly and dorky, but not without cuteness!

It has a brightly colored bow tied around its neck, which is quite gentlemanly! It has a big belly, bulging, the clock on the belly. There are 12 cartoon figures on the clock face, each figure is three-dimensional, red, yellow, blue, green, purple five colors. The hour and minute hands keep walking, making a "tick, tick" sound.

This little alarm clock has many functions! Not only will be on time to send out a pleasant song to remind me, as long as the head of the little dot, it will show the time and date. I like it very much! Because it is my strict teacher, always reminding me to do the best of themselves; and is a silent support for my good partner, I pour out my heart to it, it is always listening! It is my mentor and my friend, and my most loyal supporter!

"If I Were a Fish"--

If I were a fish, a small fish in a pond, I would never be caught on shore. I'd be free to frolic with my iron friends, burrow into a rocky crevice to hide, get a good night's sleep, and then find a place to sip microbes while basking in the sun. Be a free fish.

If I were a fish, a fish in a small river, I would never get to the dinner table confused. I want to find the little shrimp sister to play. If there are children swimming in the river, I will gently peck their little feet, see them shrieking and fled to the shore, and then happily flicked his tail and swam away. Be a naughty fish.

If I am a fish, a big fish in the lake, I will never be set into the net. Unfortunately caught in the net, I have to lead all the big fish and small fish with small and wind power of the teeth to bite through the human net. Or I will go under the rock with all the fishes and let the human beings eat an empty city. And then look at the human feet and tattered net to the shore to move, "haha" laugh and spit out a few bubbles. Do a resourceful fish.

If I were a fish, a tiny fish in the sea. I will never be a big fish "ah woo" a mouth, but even stuffed teeth are small stupid fish. I'm going to burrow into the arms of my dear sister coral, watch the big fish swim past, and be so proud of myself that I'll use my sister coral as a trampoline, jumping up and down. Then I'll travel around with my siblings and make my home wherever I please, and then I'll hide in my newfound coral to escape the big fish's big mouth. Be a bold fish.

If I were a fish, a goldfish in a fishbowl. I would never have to go to the dinner table, and I would not have to go around hiding from danger. All day long to see a few familiar human face, never see the sun, soil, family. In case the owner is in a bad mood and doesn't feed for a few days, even his life is out of his hands. I don't want to be such an aimless fish, but I want to be a lazy, stupid, but charming goldfish.

"A Letter to Mom"--

Dear Mom:

Hello! I have been in this world for more than ten years, in which you have silently done everything a mother does for me. But never received a son to your blessings, not to mention any gifts. With the flip of the calendar, turning to your birthday, the son will not let you down.

To speak from the heart, I did not have any good feelings for you before this, and sometimes I hated you very much. As the saying goes, "Strict father, kind mother." But you on the contrary, just into the graduating class you and I "three laws": 1. Exam did not get 90 points or more do not want to play, watch TV; 2. Every day to practice an hour of flute, write a calligraphy; 3. Every day, not only to complete the homework assigned by the teacher, but also to write the paper you set up and practice. So much so that my rest time was almost all taken away by you, and although you cared for me in life, it would be overshadowed by your severity. As a result, I often talked back to you and made you angry.

Until I watched my dad get me a CD-ROM of a mom giving birth to a child by caesarean section, my heart was strongly shaken. It turns out that a person comes to the world to bring so much pain to the mother. Not to mention the hardship of carrying a baby in October, the process of C-section is not something everyone can bear. The doctor cuts down on the mother's stomach and then slowly pulls the baby out of the mother's stomach. This is such a painful process. It was at this point that I truly understood the meaning of our children's birthday being the day of the mother's crucifixion.

I am now often ashamed of some of my own wrong ideas and practices. In the past, I always think you are not high culture and look down on you, afraid of classmates know that you are my mother, but today I have to say, you in my mind is the greatest person in the world.

I can't forget that when I was a child, I was weak and sick, and from time to time I had to take injections and medicines, no matter the day or night, but you were always tired of sending me to the hospital, the reason why I am able to grow up today is that I can't do without your careful attention.

Soon it will be your birthday again, I will use the pocket money I usually save to buy a bouquet of flowers to your dear mom, and I will also study hard to repay you for your kindness to my upbringing.

Hereby

Salute! I said, "The world is also good for Mr. Zhang."

It was still in the second grade of elementary school when Ms. Zhang took over our class. She gave us a general impression that she was in her 30s, had short hair, a round face, and gave us a kind of amicable feeling.

Shortly after Ms. Zhang took over the class, my dad and mom had a falling out and were arguing for a divorce. Mom left me behind and went to live at my grandmother's house. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good deal on this, but I'm sure you're going to be able to get a good deal on this. I was left all alone, sad and scared, and burst into tears. As I was grieving, Ms. Zhang came to me and took me to her home to live with her daughter, Xiao Yan. She gave me the only table in the house to do my homework, and drove Xiao Yan to her cot to write. June 1 Children's Day came, seeing my classmates wearing new clothes and going to the festive event, I couldn't tell you how hard it was in my heart. "Xiaohong," kind words ringing in my ears, I was busy looking up, unexpectedly found teacher Zhang holding a new style of clothes standing in front of me, teacher Zhang said with a smile, "Xiaohong, come on, try this clothes fit?" I couldn't believe my ears, until the teacher put on the clothes for me, I still stood dumbfounded, my heart was hot. Teacher Zhang patted me on the shoulder and said, "Go to the pageant!" I was so excited that I didn't know what to say and went to the meeting happily. Afterwards, I realized that this dress is Mr. Zhang sacrificed three nights of rest time to rush to do out of this needle and thread cohesion of Mr. Zhang's love.

Once, Xiaoyan and I both had colds, fevers, headaches, and couldn't go to school. Mr. Zhang went to the hospital to buy medicine, then rushed to class. After school there is panic to run home, accompany us, tell us some interesting stories. At night, Teacher Zhang let Xiaoyan sleep alone, but she slept with me so that she could take care of me. At night, when I had a fever and cried for my mother, Teacher Zhang held me tightly in her arms, gently patting and humming, making me feel as if my mother was right beside me. After getting well, Mr. Zhang spent another week tutoring me so that I didn't fall a step behind in my studies.

I lived in Ms. Zhang's home for two years. In her home, I got that lost mother's love, a few traumatic heart slowly recovered. Until my father, mother and good later to pick me up, I was reluctant to leave this home full of mother's love. Since then, I have a special feeling for Mr. Zhang.

Now, I graduated from elementary school, and I heard that Mr. Zhang was transferred to a foreign country. Since then, I have never seen Mr. Zhang.

Mr. Zhang, you are really a good teacher whom I respect most!

Composition topic: read the following material, according to the requirements to write an article of not less than 800 words.

The rabbit was the sprint champion in all the small animal games, but it couldn't swim. Once the rabbit was chased to the river by a wolf and was almost caught. For the sake of the overall development of small animals, the Animal Authority sends the little rabbit into a swimming course, with puppies, turtles and squirrels in the same class. It took the bunny a long time to learn.

Critic Frog lamented, "What rabbits are good at is running! Why just train for weaknesses instead of developing specialties?" Thinker Crane said, "Survival requires more than one skill! If a rabbit can't learn to swim, it can learn to make holes; if a squirrel can't learn to swim, it can learn to climb trees."

Requirements to choose the right angle, a clear intention, choose your own style, write your own title: do not get out of the content of the material and the scope of the meaning of the composition, do not set work, not plagiarized.

The rabbit abandoned its strengths to make up for its shortcomings, to its weaknesses instead of good at running, can not help but be dumbfounded. But what about you? My Xi'an!

The towering city wall is your unchanged face for thousands of years; the murmuring moat is your eyes after thousands of years of hardship, but still full of waves; the green Lixi Mountain is your green silk as always. The ancient bronze tripods of the Zhou Dynasty are your hard bones; the dazzling soldiers and horses of the Qin Dynasty are your outstanding posture; the magnificent stone scriptures of the Tang Dynasty are your sparkling thoughts.

Yes! These are your strengths, the cornerstone of your standing in the world, the rolling wheel of your catching up with history. And you ignore this strengths in the eyes of the world, you desperately use the cold cement to build a high-rise that rises up from the ground, with a piece of glass reflecting the white light that pierces people's eyes; with a car that speeds past noisy people's hearts.

You want to become an international metropolis like New York, you want to create a Mediterranean-style fantasy with nude sculptures like Athens; you also want to gather a romantic ......

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You decorate yourself with other people's things, but you are buried in the copy ......

Look at it! My Xi'an, the bottom of the eyes are full of helplessness. Filled with boxy concrete buildings, the occasional two ancient buildings that pop up seem more like circus clowns on stage pleasing the audience.

You are Xi'an, the ancient capital of thirteen dynasties! The majesty of the Qin and Han dynasties and the splendor of the Tang Dynasty are your strengths, but you have lost your tradition and individuality by following the example of others.

Remember what you were like back then? The national winds of Feng-ho sang to your vigor; the palace lamps of A-fang illuminated your glitter; the songs and dances of Weiyang rippled to your soft waves; and the clear springs of Lixiang Palace washed away your lead.

Your Long Hate songs and dances haze the eyes of the world; your Taibai poems cleanse the chest of the world; your sword swings out countless border intentions; your wine brews endless parting feelings.

The mighty belongs to you, and the beautiful belongs to you.

Even the half-moon in your place also has a thousand years of mellow flavor.

Xi'an, this is the real you, such as a cup of tea fragrance refreshing, such as a wine mellow fragrance forever.

Xi'an, how I hope you can take off the ugly concrete coat that does not belong to you, and put on an antique and ancient, yet everlasting robe with big sleeves that only you have!

This is the real you, Xi'an

Enough?