wind

I like your voice. Although you don't ring yourself, you can make thousands of objects make a sound, listen carefully, there is a pleasant play on the wind chime; there is a whispering dream in the drizzle; there is resilience in the window that you are not convinced; there is you in the wilderness Wild roar. The white clouds are long, and you are rushing up because of you; the trees are quiet, and you are bustling with you; the creeks are vivid because of you. Falling flowers are stunned by you, and the leaves are sorrowful because of you. Feng slow-swords are screaming for you, and the Yishui River’s strong man’s broken wrist is famous for your jealousy.

You are like a historical scroll: face unfairness, such as the two springs reflecting the moon like a cry; facing the magnificent mountains and rivers, like Yue Fei like a song; in the face of foreign invasion, you are either low or high, low when Goujian’s humiliation and ruthlessness are cautious; when it’s high, Wen Tianxiang sings the song of righteousness and calmly. In the face of the immortal love, friendship and love, or lingering, or take the righteousness. Life is endless, and the sound is not endless. As long as you calm down your heart, you will feel the difference in the night of the night. This wonderful thing can make your heart move, like a rising sun, like a spring shoot. Exuberant.

Because of you, gently plucked the sound of my heart.

You borrow the word "spring" to dye the two sides of the river. Chimonantre is your messenger, and the rhyme is with the wind. Peach pink is the most beautiful, and blooms in your arms. Pear, apricot, you don't let me, I won't let you all vie for you. The green grass is like a tree, and the trees are yin, because you are happy, just like a rotating tri-color plate, like a ever-changing kaleidoscope, through the seven colors of the sun, tune the tone, and bring up a dreamlike world.

You use the "spring" to rain, the rain, the waking land, the seeds open a small mouth, taste the sweetness of the milk; the flowers smile, full of happy tears, the wicker drunk, shaking the soft waist Limbs, Xiaoxi is happy, laughing and laughing...

You are not willing to pay attention to the achievements of the present, do not admire the fairy tale life, you sing the triumphant triumphant advancement, the trees are so lush green, the orchard is so fruitful, so the winter snow has become more charming.

You paint with your heart, use life to compose music, and shed all the hard sweat.

Fifth grade: shdhj