dew

Every morning, I will come to a green leaf and quietly appreciate the tranquility of the morning. Whenever the first sun shines through the clouds and shines on the earth, I will leave quietly. Who are you asking me? I am a dew on the mountain in Chongqing.

In the morning, it seems like a sketch with little ink, which is elegant and simple. In the thin morning mist, I was born. Through the morning fog, it is faintly visible to the graceful green trees on the opposite side. Next to the vibrant grass, it is green and dazzling.

I carefully stepped into this peaceful kingdom, where there will be my home. Everything is such a novelty, that kind of peace.

You see, the sparkling leaves are adorned with a few delicate pearls, that is my friends, and there are me; the breeze is light, the pearls are rolling in a series, that is what we are Play games, push and smash, crowded, lively and lively! We all have a pleasant mood and appreciate the tranquility before the earth wakes up. I know that we have no morning dew, only now. Let us all come back to the beautiful beauty, please don't break this crystal moment, I hope it will grow longer and grow longer.

On the tree where I was born, the naughty birds on weekdays are still sleeping, maybe they are dreaming. And the petite and delicate flowers under the tree, but they have already yawned, are licking her blind eyes, stunned and found that strangers have entered her territory, so they rush into the leaves. Quietly, after a while, he mischievously stole his head and gave a shy smile to the stranger.

The light breeze is indispensable. He loves to paint this beautiful morning. He always slowly sends some thin mist. There will be my friends there. He will be full of flowers, grass and dew. Children, the dreams of the birds drift away, leaving a freshest, gentlest and transparent in the morning.

Sunshine brother is the most incompetent and lonely, is quietly squeezed out of the clouds, the day to the east, the cloud, the mountain, the pastoral, the village, has been red-plated with a layer of gold, I feel mine The body is slowly evaporating and slowly becoming smaller, so the heart is born with infinite nostalgia, and I want to grasp this beautiful moment and turn it into eternity.

Fifth grade: He Aizhou