Beautiful life

I have enjoyed the beauty of the beauty many times. Like the clear spring, it moisturizes the long-lost crops like a sleek; like the wind, the wrinkle-like tenderness of the water is like water; like the sun, it illuminates the haze of the haze. Beauty is such a thing: let us be happy, let us relax, let us tide the tide... In fact, as long as we observe with heart and listen with heart, beauty is everywhere, and our hearts can flow with beautiful blood.

In an instant, I opened a beautiful picture in front of my eyes, so beautiful!

I haven't been back to my home for a long time, how familiar I am with my family, and how strange it is! Do they still remember me? A wandering wanderer.

The mountains here are very green, but which is better than the mountains of the hometown? The water here is also very green, but it is not as green as the hometown! The mountain of my hometown, the water of my hometown, is always the most beautiful in my heart! I enjoy the joy of picking wild fruits from the mountains, and the simple friends, taking advantage of the old and old, blowing a bright whistle, jumping from the tree to the tree, jumping from this tree to another tree. I enjoy the innocent children's fun when you go to play in the fields, especially when the Chinese New Year awards us a few boxes of guns, so I am happy. Everyone ignited the cannon, and then quickly stuffed it into the cow dung that was still hot. Although the action is even more profitable, there are always several "comrades" who are glorious and "injured." This is enough for us to laugh all day long. How happy we are! I enjoy the pain of going to the river to ride the waves. The coolness makes the taste of the summer disappear. Everyone splashes the water, touches the stones, catches the fish, and enjoys the feeling that nature gives us beauty...

I am alone in a distant city. When I am homesick, I will look up at the sky and watch the big floating float. Is that the cloud of my hometown? No, it’s like it! I miss the beauty of the soul that is inviolable, and that is the beautiful call of my hometown to me.

I thought a lot, I thought for a long time, I finally realized that I can’t always rely on the beauty of the treasure! Although it has too many beautiful stories. Is there not a lot of beautiful pictures around? The last part of the senior high school entrance examination. The intimate words of a friend are like a little cotton jacket, which makes me warm and beautiful! The greetings of the teachers and classmates, careful teaching, like the hot milk tea, also make my heart beautiful!

I look at this big world, so beautiful! I want to put the beauty away, pack it carefully, and cherish it in my big box!