I like to walk under the blue sky.

I like to walk under the blue sky and fall in love with the endless green grass.

I like to walk quietly through the misty lake in the early morning of the summer, watching the hustle and bustle of the lake, and a group of wild ducks, listening to the joyful tweets of Xiaowu and witnessing the sparrows on the lawn. A jump.

I like to walk quietly through the trails that I have walked through, listening to the yellowed maple leaves, the sound of the willows and the leaves of the willows, the yellow leaves are flying, the coldness is cut, everything is dying; I like to let the autumn wind blow the hair and let the hair Fly with the fallen leaves; like the gold of the earth and the sound of rustling on the gold; like the winter, the roads are on both sides, the Qionghua is withered, the earth is wild, the grass is falling, the wind is cold, the flowers are gone, the air is cold, It is the breath of the cold winter, and the cold silence of it in winter calms the impetuous soul of the people and delays the tiredness. We step into a quiet, peaceful, perched world, deep and generous winter! Like quiet.

At night, accompanied by tears, accompanied by stars, into the wind, standing in the snow, feel its connotation with heart, withstand its experience, listen to its long distance, together with winter, look at the next fabulous spring!

Fourth grade: 7 handsome