第1个回答 2012-08-02
Be familiar with the place also has scenery
Life would have been to many places, seen many things, in the lights dim, are composed the music of the life. -signature
Open the drowsy sleepy eyes, the light of the sun shining into my usual hut, lazy I lay in bed and remembering once upon a time...
I was live in, I hand in a towel gourd, I also read it back several times, but are like that unusual.
One day, my leisure time, go back to playing in the play.
I ride bicycle, let the sun baking me, Two road trees listlessly station; Flowers and plants hanging head, keep dry sweat, bored to swing with the wind.
Turn a curved, I ride into the way to the original place of the only road. Suddenly! I shine at the moment, is not this the one whom I had a hand towel gourd? : wide thick green leaf will surround the vine, towel gourd pecked mingled in the swing with potato leaves, as if to say: "crowded die out, crushed to death!"
Approached vines, green meaning become more strong, is greater than the slap of the potato leaves with their own wide body for the cool towel gourd cover. If you look carefully, can also glad to see a small green insect is, it is to stay in the shade slowly chewing the potato leaves summer! Love beautiful young towel gourd top with yellow flowers, in front of me swinging, as if to ask me: "am I beautiful?" Cany pointed, pieces of yellow flowers are spread fragrance, make to the bee butterfly for it intoxicated.
In looked up, only to see the big one and old towel gourd. I think, in the middle of the root is that they should be the biggest towel gourd heads of the fathers, and on the side of the family is the elders, on the edge of a stout is to defend their guards should be, the small towel gourd this is the family's people!
June day, baby face. Suddenly blustery, bean big raindrops on strike in potato leaves, splitting the miles, a clear voice. As if in battle and showers vine, can rain attack unstoppable, some archers from fall off the vine defeated commission.
The rain has stopped, the sun to smiles, seen bright.find, more pure and fresh air.
The fight, towel gourd lost, lost in the very miserably, young towel gourd cry way: "my flowers!" Old towel gourd said: "my an old bones, still have to war!" The little green insect is on the ground was knocked off the rain, burst into tears way: "I was just passing by!"
I saw this scene, sighed, "is only fragile plant!"
A few days later, I went back to took a look. This time I was special to see my towel gourd, to see if it had been captured.
Arrived, I was amazed to find that, towel gourd unexpectedly again, still so green, so big, towel gourd still so built. Towel gourd in its tenacious vitality, again showing the green leaves, with its thick arm spawning.
Unexpectedly, used to think of plain towel gourd also have so tenacious vitality, life is really the endless river.
Just so stubborn towel gourd, only the ant also have life, is only the earthworm will also SongTu. Life, so many lives are composed hymn.
Listen! This is the voice of the nature!
Life would have been to many places, seen many things, in the lights dim, are composed the music of the life. -signature
Open the drowsy sleepy eyes, the light of the sun shining into my usual hut, lazy I lay in bed and remembering once upon a time...
I was live in, I hand in a towel gourd, I also read it back several times, but are like that unusual.
One day, my leisure time, go back to playing in the play.
I ride bicycle, let the sun baking me, Two road trees listlessly station; Flowers and plants hanging head, keep dry sweat, bored to swing with the wind.
Turn a curved, I ride into the way to the original place of the only road. Suddenly! I shine at the moment, is not this the one whom I had a hand towel gourd? : wide thick green leaf will surround the vine, towel gourd pecked mingled in the swing with potato leaves, as if to say: "crowded die out, crushed to death!"
Approached vines, green meaning become more strong, is greater than the slap of the potato leaves with their own wide body for the cool towel gourd cover. If you look carefully, can also glad to see a small green insect is, it is to stay in the shade slowly chewing the potato leaves summer! Love beautiful young towel gourd top with yellow flowers, in front of me swinging, as if to ask me: "am I beautiful?" Cany pointed, pieces of yellow flowers are spread fragrance, make to the bee butterfly for it intoxicated.
In looked up, only to see the big one and old towel gourd. I think, in the middle of the root is that they should be the biggest towel gourd heads of the fathers, and on the side of the family is the elders, on the edge of a stout is to defend their guards should be, the small towel gourd this is the family's people!
June day, baby face. Suddenly blustery, bean big raindrops on strike in potato leaves, splitting the miles, a clear voice. As if in battle and showers vine, can rain attack unstoppable, some archers from fall off the vine defeated commission.
The rain has stopped, the sun to smiles, seen bright.find, more pure and fresh air.
The fight, towel gourd lost, lost in the very miserably, young towel gourd cry way: "my flowers!" Old towel gourd said: "my an old bones, still have to war!" The little green insect is on the ground was knocked off the rain, burst into tears way: "I was just passing by!"
I saw this scene, sighed, "is only fragile plant!"
A few days later, I went back to took a look. This time I was special to see my towel gourd, to see if it had been captured.
Arrived, I was amazed to find that, towel gourd unexpectedly again, still so green, so big, towel gourd still so built. Towel gourd in its tenacious vitality, again showing the green leaves, with its thick arm spawning.
Unexpectedly, used to think of plain towel gourd also have so tenacious vitality, life is really the endless river.
Just so stubborn towel gourd, only the ant also have life, is only the earthworm will also SongTu. Life, so many lives are composed hymn.
Listen! This is the voice of the nature!
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