Beauty is by my side

Quietly, I stared at the starry night, looking up at the vast sky and feeling the beauty around me.

"Spring silkworms go to the dead silk, and the wax torch begins to dry with gray tears." When the flowers of the motherland are sleeping under the care of the green leaves, the hard gardeners cut the leaves for them under the light. The teacher is a gardener. When we sleep in a warm bed, the hard-working teacher corrects the work for us under the lamp. When the chalk sand has to outline the beautiful pattern on the blackboard, he is sacrificing himself. The teacher sacrificed himself as the candle illuminates his own student. The teacher is beautiful.

"Jasper makeup is a tree high, and thousands of green grasses are hanging down." The willows by the stream pulled out her green branches, and the wind blew gently, rocking her slender figure. Look, naughty, she put the wicker into the creek, and when the fish swam to the side and spit a few bubbles, she swayed a few wickers to think about what they were talking about. Although I don't know what they talk about, I know they are happy. Or how can you swim with Liudang? The flowers by the stream are more beautiful against the backdrop of green leaves, and each one is playing with a enchanting figure in the dazzling sunlight, attracting the viewer's high praise. I closed my eyes slightly and felt the infinite beauty. I sighed unconsciously: "Oh, nature is beautiful."

"Children are worried about the mother." "Daughter, is the cough better?" There was a gentle greeting from the mother. The daughter comforted her mother with a hoarse voice and said, "Mom, much better, you can rest assured, I will take care of myself, I have grown up." This sounds a bit noisy, but the most clearly heard is the mother's swallowing. The daughter who was in a rebellious period actually learned to comfort her mother. Although I don't know when the call was made, my daughter's comfort to my mother made me admire. Looking back at the picture of my own quarrel with my mother, I looked down. This call is really beautiful.

The water is clear and beautiful.

The whiteness of the cloud is beautiful.

The tree-lined path in my hometown is beautiful.

The fragrance of the flowers is so beautiful.

The crystal clear dew on the lotus leaf is beautiful.

I am sixteen years old and the youth of the flower season is more beautiful.

Looking at the vast sky and looking at the starry night, I felt the beauty around me.

The third day: the seventeen-year limit