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1. The thick felt under the big tree was the one we sat in, that spring. When I walked by, it was still soft as it was in the past, its green color is still like that of the past, and even the small wild flowers weaving on it are as beautiful as ever. Ah, spring, the sweet memory came back to my heart - it wasn't coming back, it always existed! I couldn't help but sit down, and the sound of joy echoed low. The breeze shuttled between the fine leaves, and the butterflies that followed him. Ah, unhappiness is really unreasonable - in the melody of the spring breeze. All the soft leaves and leaves were invited to dance, and a slap in the face of a tiger silk and a spun yarn was heard. April is the music season! On the wide stage of the music, the sweet and sturdy hibiscus, the classical lyre, and the small silver bells are ensembles, ensembles rich and harmonious tunes.

2. There is no tragedy without tragedy, no loneliness without tragic growth. The snow peak is great because the slopes are buried with the remains of the climbers; the sea is great because the wreckage of the boat floats everywhere; the moon landing is great because With the fall of the Challenger, life is great, because there are white hair, there are certain decisions, and there is helpless loss. The ancient Greeks lived in the sea, and countless warriors who yearned for each other in the rushing wave, so there is a glorious Greece. tragedy.

3. When concealing contemplation, first of all, from the lake of memory, it is the radiant back of the end of history. It is the desolation and heavyness of time and space. Arriving at the deep memory of our unforgettable memories. The feather fan towel of the Three Kingdoms, the pre-Qin The Mingyue Pass of the Han Dynasty, the purple clouds on Chang'an City, the hungry and mourning on both sides of the river, are all vivid in the history of writing. If the memory can be transplanted, I would rather feel the rise and fall of the nation in this dignified memory. The road is rugged and rugged. When the Tang and Song dynasties are singing and dancing, when the Kublai Khan’s iron rides gallop the land of Central Asia, we can be excited and cheering in that brilliant memory; when the power of the Qing Empire is weak, the powers The butcher's knife kills my sons and daughters in China. We can arouse the nation's awakening in the memory of that painful heart, and strive to be strong and sorrowful. It is this string of bloody and tearful memories that gives us tenacious fighting spirit and firm belief. We have not forgotten

4. If you have a light, you will not be lost, you can reject darkness, timidity, have a clear mood, a belief that you must win, a frank mind... There is a small window, and bright sunshine comes in. Drink some warm stories, there will be free breeze to invite some flowers or white clouds. The heart has strings, even if the guests go to the tea cool, there are still small songs slowly sounding, there are still full of sweet-scented osmanthus and turned into wine.

5. The heart has a fence, then the vines climbed over, and the little secrets were dotted among them, like the butterflies under the leaves, dreaming, can only be described with pollen. The heart has a jade, the full step is the sac, the full step is The fascinating story, as well as the exquisite Beckham and the mysterious rosary. So the loneliness is no longer coming, the vase is no longer lonely. The heart has a temple, offering noble, dignity, kindness, ideal and pursuit... These are all beautiful gods. This, not infringe; thus, own the world and yourself.

6. Maturity is a kind of bright and not dazzling radiance, a kind of mellow but not greasy sound, a kind of calmness that does not need to look at others, a kind of atmosphere that finally stops appealing to the surrounding, a kind of smile that ignores noisy , a kind of brushed abrupt indifference, a kind of thick without a sound, a height that is not steep.

7. The distance is beautiful, and there is a poet in a distance. I am really worried that as the development of science relaxes the last keen nerve of mankind, it will also degenerate the wings of human beings who once had beautiful visions. The moon that has been hung for thousands of years will fall in the poems. In the end, only the secular is flowing in the bustling.

8. In “Run”, we feel the warm spring flowers. We are victorious. Who said that winning the medal is the winner? Doesn't it misunderstand the meaning of the sport and insult the true value of life? We run all the way, all the way to the sentiment, and all the way to gain. The teacher's teachings and the love of my loved ones keep us growing. We are running and we are rushing forward without hesitation. Even if we come from different places and go to different places, in this "run", we are one and exist for a meaning. We laughed together and cried, but after the storm, we stayed. It is inevitable to give us the most beautiful spring, the most brilliant smile.

9. Buddhism said that the realm of my cultivation is empty: "There is nothing in the world, where is the dust." However, the monks also let their brains be filled with Buddhism, and since there is still a "Buddha", how can it be considered? It is obvious that the air is empty and the person is injured. Many sentiments in the world come from the inner weakness of the people, the feeling of inferiority also comes, and disappointment comes, so that the pain and pain are numb, and once the person fills the air, the soul becomes full, and the sad thing will not disturb him. It is. The American novelist Faulkner mixed his feelings in his early years. His lover died. He waved his way, and after Anderson pointed out, he became fascinated with the writing, and life has been fascinating since then. Open the window of the heart, put some sunshine in, let the world fill the space of the soul, is not a happy life? The experience of God Faulkner may explain this.