1, appreciate
This group of poems was written in the autumn of the third year of Daoguang (1823). The author used the books in the cupboard as the proofreader of the National History Museum, and it was worthwhile to fail the fourth exam. Loneliness, anger and strange feelings surged up, and he couldn't sleep at night. Therefore, this chapter is full of thinking and imagination. The word "sadness" is pointed out at the beginning of the first poem, which is the key to a group of poems, and "it is better to look at the blue sky from afar" broadens the horizon of thinking about the life of the universe, so the tone of the whole poem suddenly transcends the gains and losses of chickens and insects in one city and one place, but presents a profound poetic picture and philosophical implication. "One mountain" is a peculiar language in Ding An's poems. It is not so much a night from a distance as a spiritual "night". "Mountain", "hill", "morning" and "emperor sitting" are all images of human culture, and their precipitous momentum and sharp thinking have been greatly appreciated by Kang Youwei and others. In five or six sentences, the word "like" and "long" is unique, full of accusations and indignation, which shows the author's views on current politics, especially on talent issues. The sentence "I will never get tired of Hunan in my life" is an inversion of Du Fu's poem "In late spring, Jiangling sent Ma Daqing and chased him to Quexia". God's will is hard to ask, but human feelings are easy to grieve. Since it is impossible to pray for heaven, only Chang 'e in the middle of the month can listen to her own thoughts! Surging disappointment and loneliness are on the paper.
The words "Shen" and "Yi Huan" in the first pair of couplets in the second book are extremely alert, vividly depicting Ding An's personality style of "one mountain protruding", but isn't this outstanding figure who loves talents all over the world a far cry from his ideal just because he was caught in the wild waves and informality of entering the world at an early age? But what is the author's ideal? In ancient times, the so-called "three immortals" and "one person gets the Tao, and chickens and dogs ascend to heaven" are not in their eyes! What he expects is a kind of "soul-stirring", a blend of "emotion" and "talent" related to Zen. But the so-called "retreat from Zen is to convert to the imperial clan style, but it is difficult to sell." Does the poet really believe in Zen? This is just a desperate escape! Those beautiful women like jade and firm but gentle like a rainbow are the realm he deeply wants to go to! The author is heroic, but the word "in case" reveals an incomprehensible "sadness" and desolation. Sitting alone in the middle of the night always starts with "what's surging" and ends with "nostalgia for the past"!
2. Original text
Two "Sit at Night"
one
It is better to look up at the sky than to sit on the sad screen in spring night.
One mountain rises and thousands of mountains are jealous, and all is silent.
Traffic jams are like a strange smell of women. Jiangdong has been dying for a long time.
Never ask questions, but call out Chang 'e's poems to listen to.
Secondly,
Thinking about the north and southeast, one can only be sea and air.
When I was strong, I began to devote myself to the history of the Zhou Dynasty, but I didn't want to fall into the virtuous wind.
Only when you work hard and worship the general as an immortal will you feel deeply moved.
In case the Zen pass is broken, the beauty is like a jade sword like a rainbow.
3. Introduction to the author
Gong zizhen (1August 22, 792 ~ 184 1 September 26, 2000) was a thinker, writer and reformist pioneer in the Qing dynasty. Promoted at the age of 27, Jinshi at the age of 38. He used to be cabinet secretary, director of Zongrenyuan, and director of etiquette department. He advocated abolishing graft and resisting foreign aggression, and once fully supported Lin Zexu to ban opium. He resigned at the age of 48 and returned to the south. The following year, he died suddenly at Yunyang Academy in Danyang, Jiangsu. His poems advocated "changing the law" and "changing the painting", exposed the corruption of the Qing rulers, and were full of patriotic enthusiasm. They were praised by Liu Yazi as "the first class in three hundred years". He is the author of Ding 'an Anthology, with more than 300 articles and nearly 800 poems. Today's collection is the complete works of Gong Zizhen.
The evening composition of the fifteenth is 200 words.
The moon on 15 is round. What a nice day to get together.
From this day on, I understood the deep sadness. A person, a mobile phone and a street always have a lot of hope, because they are all looking forward to a meaningful and happy festival. Perhaps because they have a lot of hope, when they don't get a glimmer of hope, they will be completely sad. Tell yourself rationally that you want to have a happy holiday, but you are more hurt by heartless people.
I really want to leave here.
Walking on a strange street that is much quieter than usual, shops close early, and pedestrians rush by, perhaps rushing home.
When I went out, I was no longer sad, even forgot why I closed the door, and still smiled and teased the children in my neighbor's house.
Go straight, where to go, there is no way out, just follow the road. At the end of the road, you have to turn Why did you turn to the road you came from? That's right. Where can I go? Can I abandon everything? number
So, even if fireworks have been scattered in the air, firecrackers are ringing, the air is filled with gunpowder more and more, the night is getting darker and darker, and a person is getting more and more afraid, he still has to go back to that place, where he can avoid these things.
My mobile phone was not turned off, but it never rang. Even so, I came back here, maybe tomorrow, maybe next year, so what? If I can't leave, I don't have to be so mean. I can still be alone.
The night scene composition is about 200 words.
This summer vacation, my family and I traveled to Xi, where the night scene was beautiful! We came to the spacious Chang 'an Road.
On the green belt in the middle of the road, the grass is lush, and the lights on the roadside are colorful, including yellow, red, blue and green ... dazzling; Cars are coming and going on the road, and bright headlights are shining, which is beautiful! On both sides of the street, there are large and small shops, hotels and restaurants ... colorful lights are everywhere.
In the store, people go in and out and choose the goods they like.
Every building here is magnificent.
Every building has flashing lights, which makes people look full of energy.
I love this beautiful Xi, and I love the beautiful scenery of Xi even more.
Write a 200-word composition on the night of Fengfeng.
1, the bell is long, accompanied by the hazy night and the cool night wind. You can think about everything, ignore everything and take a deep breath. It seems that there is a faint fragrance of flowers, far away, faint and refreshing. This is the best time of the year in your hometown, because winter is too dry and cold, autumn is too shabby and summer is too hot.
The moon lights up half the sky.
Only in the distant sky can you see one or two stars shining with dazzling light. Those two stars blinked naughtily, so cute.
Wanquan River, which had been running for a day, subsided and flowed quietly.
A full moon is reflected on the water, and the evening breeze is blowing gently and sparkling.
Ah! The river is bright, and the whole wide river is like a mirror, like a ribbon inlaid with jewels.
The ground lit up, and at first glance it was white, really like a cover.
At night, the night view of Victoria Harbour in Hong Kong is really beautiful.
Standing on the observation deck of Taiping Mountain, you can see all the night scenes of Hong Kong.
Tall buildings stand in the center of Hong Kong.
Countless colorful lights, like stars falling from the sky, are scattered on Optimus Prime and look very beautiful.
The dream that night was 200 words, hurry up!
Hello everyone! This is Wang Lin from 20 18.
I am an English teacher now and have taught some lovely children.
This is my room. When I get up in the morning, I'm not afraid of being late. Because I have a machine alarm clock, he can set it at will. I tuned the happy worship.
I got up as soon as I heard the alarm clock.
You don't need to prepare breakfast when you get up. Just call the robot nanny, and it will automatically open your stomach for you to take food. You will start from "Braised fish, kung pao chicken, Steamed ribs ..." ... When you arrive at the garage, the car will scan whether you are its owner. If so, the door will open automatically, so you don't have to open it in the car. The robot driver will help you drive. You will sit leisurely in the car, listening to music and drinking coffee.
I gradually fell asleep.
"Wang Lin, wake up.
"Who called me again.
When I open my eyes, hey, why am I here?
"Oh" is a dream! It's good to realize that there is such a service in today's society, but I believe there will be one in the near future.
One night, I dreamed that I became a white cloud.
I slowly fly to the sky, ah! It's really beautiful from the sky.
Just when I wanted to fly again, I suddenly met Uncle Feng. I said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Uncle Feng.
Uncle Feng touched his beard and said, "It doesn't matter, son.
"As soon as Uncle Feng's voice fell, he flew to the ground in a hurry. I thought he said, "Uncle Feng, what are you doing on the ground? Uncle Feng replied, "The heat is unbearable. I have to hang a gust of wind to keep people cool. "
"Say, fly away.
After chatting with Uncle Hefeng, I visited Sister Wu's "Castle" again. Her castle is beautiful. There are all kinds of flowers and eye-catching fruits outside the city. I picked an apple and tasted it. "Oh, how sweet!" I can't help sighing.
Walking into the castle, I saw many towering buildings and a good urban landscape.
If only I were a cloud!
200-word campus composition during the day and night.
Life is small, just like sands in the sea; The greatness of life is the tall and straight pine trees on Mount Tai. Life is infinite, just like the boundless universe.
Life is earned by yourself. Like the famous writer-Helen Keller, we should strive for infinite value with limited life.
Although her eyes and ears were damaged by rapid cerebral congestion since childhood, she could not speak, but she longed for life and made unremitting efforts to win success.
Doesn't her indomitable spirit make us feel ashamed? Life is shocking.
Once, I brought back a cactus the size of a ping-pong ball from a friend's house and put it on the balcony and forgot it.
When I was cleaning, I suddenly saw cactus. After a few days of exposure, I was covered with wrinkles, as if I had been * * *.
With the last glimmer of hope, I planted it carefully in a flowerpot and watered it a lot.
With the passage of time, the cactus slowly recovered its green color. Not long after, it put on that bright green "dress" again, and the needle on the ball was a little shiny.
I showed it to my mother happily, and her mother smiled.
Loving life is a virtue and a strength.
Only when we become people who love life will flower of life bloom forever.
An essay describing a moonlit night! ! ! ! Just 200 words! @
Night enveloped the earth, and a moon hung in the sky. At this time, I couldn't hear the whisper of autumn insects, but I overheard a sigh. Unfortunately, "the moon is not harmonious and hates suffering, and it shines obliquely on Zhuhu Lake." Leng Yue shone on the cold window and in the prison, silently. People in prison just did what many people wanted to do but dared not, so they lost their freedom. Although I have never done anything out of line, people in prison dare to do what they want, and people in cold windows dare to do what they don't want to do. In this sense, they are all warriors, but most warriors are foolhardy, so they have to sacrifice their freedom. When they meet, their hearts should be ringing, and we are both unhappy-until eternity passes. When years left rust on the window, people in the window began to feel a little numb. The people in the window understood a truth: "If heaven wants to be a human being, it is useless for you to work hard at it first, starve it and empty it, and then endure it." The window will eventually rot, and then the people in the window will be free. "They learned martial arts and sold it to the emperor. This is the home of students who are cold window. The world is a bit snobbish, but "rich and rich, of course, there are few friends." People often look at people coming out of prison with cold eyes. People stubbornly believe that "a leopard cannot change his spots", but they ignore the law of "feng shui turns". People who come out of prison can also rule the country and level the world, such as Guan Zhong. Tao walked out of the window. But the people in the window will never forget themselves. On sleepless nights, they will talk with people around them about their ideals and ambitions until the room is silent. Then there will be one or two sobs and sighs ... In the late autumn when the west wind and yellow leaves are flying and the cold tobacco trees are dying, people outside the window can occasionally see the glory flying between Huang Yun, and inadvertently think: "The sea is vast and the mountains are far away." It refers to the words "home in the sky, the sound of broken rainbow, the sound of sunset". In the coming year, Hongyan will return to the north, and the window will be the same as last year's window. People may not be the people of last year. Tears welled up at the thought of this. I'd rather be a swan in the world, traveling between the north and the south. Autumn wind blows, "leaves fall like the spray of a waterfall" and fly like a butterfly, but people at the window can't see it. Autumn and winter. They can listen to frogs, cicadas, wind and rain ... when the whistling north wind passes through the window, there is no difference between a cold window and a prison window. The cold window is as cold as iron, and the prison window is surprisingly cold. People in the window no longer yearn for the window, because it is as bleak and cold as the window. They just wake up in the middle of the night, and then they have a pain in their hearts, and then they open their eyes to recall happiness. Tears filled my eyes. Sleepless nights are always so long, and it is futile to force yourself to sleep hard. Sunshine disdains patronizing cold windows and bars. Occasionally catkins or dandelions float into the window, but they soon float away. They don't want to plant in the dark and watch them come and go in a hurry. People by the window will not silently rain, letting tears slide across their faces. This is especially true. How can it be embarrassing? The streamer easily dumped people, turning cherries into red and plantains into green.
The moon outside the window is round and missing, missing and round, and the years have diluted the memory. The people in the window have no time for these things. Day after day, year after year, they are doing Wu Gang's work of cutting Guangxi.
Maybe one day, the window disappears, leaving only a pale hole in the wall.
But they won't and dare not cross the window, because they don't know if there is room for them outside the window.
Their life is full of mountains and rivers, but they will only bear it silently, and will not hope for a better future.
There is rain, tears, sweat, blood and bitter water outside the window.
They also have worries, but they have nowhere to go. They envy the ancients, "I don't know the tomb during the day, but I open my eyes and look at the lonely clouds from time to time." Watching the clouds is also a luxury for them. They can only look at the stars in the night sky through the window. A few are enough.
They stopped laughing at the frogs in the well, because the sky they saw was as big as a window.
The cold north wind mixed with snowflakes drifted into the window, and people in the window knew that winter was coming.
Through the window, watching the white snow falling one by one, I suddenly felt a sense of sadness.
Snowflakes are not free. A breeze can change their journey and blow them far away.
The man in the window stood there with tears in his eyes. Whether they sympathize with snowflakes or feel sorry for their own situation, the wind doesn't know, snowflakes don't know, and windows don't know.
There is another lack of moon, and the curved crescent moon is like a boat.
The window is full of people's dreams.
But the boat is too small and there are too many dreams. The ship could not bear it and slowly sank to the horizon.
Appreciation of piano music at night 200-word composition
Mom is a person who loves to laugh, and it looks good when she smiles.
That smile is like a ray of sunshine in winter, giving people warmth; Like a bright light in the dark, it gives people hope; If you are frustrated, those hands that hit your shoulders give people strength.
My mother encouraged me to grow up with her smile.
Once my mother was ill.
He is very ill and has a fever.
It's 40 degrees.
Looking at my mother's thin face, I'm so anxious that I'm afraid I'll never see her smile again.
So I quickly brought my mother water and medicine, hoping that she would retire soon and restore her old smile on her face.
So whenever I come home from school, I carefully take my mother's temperature and change towels.
Once when I was changing a towel for my mother, I mistakenly changed the hot towel into a measuring towel.
This made mom's fever worse.
I blame myself. I blame myself for being so stupid that I can't even take care of my mother, which makes her worse. My mother didn't blame me, but smiled and said to me, "Don't blame yourself. Mother is very happy that her daughter can take good care of her mother. How can she blame you? " I finally stopped blaming myself and looked up at my mother. What a beautiful smile on her face: with relief, tenderness and pity for me.
Then I was not so gentle at first, and sometimes I was intoxicated when I remembered it later.
I love my mother, but sometimes I make her unhappy.
For example, that time, when I was eight or nine years old, my mother sent me to learn electronic piano.
At first, I was interested, and I practiced the piano actively every time.
But later, I lost interest in playing the piano.
If my mother doesn't urge me to practice, I will never take the initiative to practice.
After a long time, I played the piano worse and worse.
Until one day, my mother took me to learn piano, and the teacher said to her mother, please stop learning piano. It's just a waste of time to continue studying like this.
Mother was very anxious after listening to the teacher's words.
He smiled apologetically and pleaded for the teacher, who didn't say anything.
I looked up at my mother. The smile on her face was apologetic and anxious, and she was disappointed in me.
That smile is fixed in my mind and I can't forget it for a long time.
Perhaps the teacher was moved by what my mother said, and finally she was willing to keep me and let me continue to learn the piano.
Since then, I have practiced the piano seriously every day, because I don't want to see that apologetic smile on my mother's face again.
Now, I can play the electronic organ very well.
There is an indispensable credit for mom here.
Mother's smile protects my soul and keeps me away from the wind and rain outside; My mother's smile encourages my growth and makes me cheer up and face life; My mother's smile gave me infinite strength and filled me with hope for tomorrow.
The trace of years, please don't stay on my mother's face, because I want to see the beautiful smile on her face forever.
Write a composition of 200 words.
My head teacher's surname is Wu, and her name is Mingzhu.
She teaches us math, and everyone affectionately calls her "Miss Wu".
Teacher Wu has short hair and always has a smile on her mouth, which makes her look very kind.
My head teacher, Mr. Wu, works very hard.
In order to distinguish students' "grades" every time, Mr. Wu really spent a lot of time. As long as you do it right and fairly, Mr. Wu will always award us an "excellent" word.
Teacher Wu is always conscientious and hard-working to us.
I remember once, in math class, I didn't pay attention. The teacher asked me to do my homework, but I couldn't. I made all the mistakes. The teacher asked me to do it again, but the result was wrong. At that time, I regretted not paying attention to the class. At this time, Mr. Wu has been patiently tutoring me by my side until I understand.
I remember I had a terrible stomachache, and I was lying on the table, pale.
Teacher Wu quickly asked her classmates to help me to the school doctor's office.
Unfortunately, the school doctor on duty asked for leave, so I had to cover my stomach and go back to the classroom.
Seeing this, Mr. Wu quickly took me to the office and poured me a glass of water, but I immediately spit it out.
I have no choice but to call my mother to pick me up.
While waiting for my mother, Miss Wu patted my back and wiped my sweat. I waited for a long time, but I didn't see my mother. Teacher Wu said, "Forget it, there is still some time before class begins. Let me take you home! " After that, he helped me home.
On the way, I cried. I secretly made up my mind that in the future, I also want to be a teacher, like Mr. Wu, not only teaching students knowledge, but also caring for them with my love.
Football fans that night, the night was dark and windy, the moon was high in the sky, and the eyes were like stars, sparsely located in the deep blue sky.
That night, it was surprisingly quiet, but my home was very lively, because the fans' father was watching the ball at home and driving the "football part".
Father has a flat head and a dark face, but you can see that his teeth are white.
Although he smirked "gnome male-"all day, he really knows football and is obsessed with it.
"Go in! Alas-"Look, my dad is watching the ball again.
Just now, his face suddenly slipped from excitement and tension to expressionless and complaining-why didn't the ball score? After a while, he cheered again.
Why? Goal! He immediately blushed and was ecstatic, just like a bird, as if to fly high.
According to my mother, it seems that my father didn't go to bed until three o'clock. Before going to bed, he told her how to play well and how powerful his favorite player was.
Mom also said that she slept until midnight and was suddenly shouted by her father, "Good shot!" Wake up.
He even sings his beloved football when he sleeps! Not bad this time.
In the days of the "World Cup", in order not to be bored before watching the ball, he specially cooked a pot of beef and tomato soup.
The ball game started, and he sat in front of the TV to watch it on time.
An hour passed, and he suddenly smelled a burning smell.
Is the beef soup burnt? He thinks so. He was about to get up when he saw a player "kill" the ball into the penalty area. Dad no longer cares about his beef soup, and always looks at the players on TV with his eyes.
Wait until he finishes watching the game, then go to see his beef soup. Oh, is that still a dish? -the soup has been burned to the end, and there is a layer of crispy rice under the pot. There are only black beef and tomatoes in the pot.
There are many other stupid things he did for football: for example, he forgot to buy rice, added monosodium glutamate to sugar porridge, and forgot to clear the mahjong table before the leader came to see him ... there was nothing he could do.
Football, dad's medicine; Football is a good way to stop dad from hitting you; Football, an indispensable part of dad's life ... naughty cousin I have a cousin as smart as a monkey. He is only five years old this year. He is thin, but he is smart and naughty. He likes to climb high.
On this day, Z.TAO came downstairs to play basketball with me, and my brother clamored to go together. I have no choice but to take him downstairs. As soon as he saw the 2-5-meter-high horizontal bar, he climbed up, as smart as a monkey, and immediately reached the top of the basketball court. There are a lot of people, Z.TAO and I are playing, and my brother is picking up the ball under the basketball stand.
I called my brother out and said that there are more balls now. You are easily hit by the ball under the fence, and you will get hurt. Hurry home.
Who knows, my brother's face fell, he burst into tears and climbed up the protective net of the basketball court while crying. The net was 4 meters high, and he climbed to the top after three or two times.
Z.TAO and I are worried. What if we fall down? I called him down at once, but he cried even louder.
He also said: Why don't I play ball? You can all play.
Everyone's attention was gradually attracted by him, and everyone thought that he was afraid and could not get off the bus.
So a young man is going to save him. The young man managed to climb a little, but the two cousins turned over and reached the fence on the other side, making everyone next to him laugh.
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After a while, he cried enough and hurried down from the fence.
Or come to the fence to pick up the ball. As a result, it is conceivable that he was really hit by basketball.
When he came home, he made up a bizarre story: I was playing basketball on the basketball court today, and I was knocked unconscious and fell to the ground.
Then someone called me and said, "What's wrong with you? What's the matter with you? You woke me up with water.
Mom smiled: Who woke you up with water?
Cousin said: I don't see anyone, only buckets.
Mom: Then why are your clothes dry? Cousin said: then maybe the water was poured from the side.
Mom knew he was making it up, so she teased him: Yes, he stinks, as if he had been awakened by toilet water.
When my brother was awakened by toilet water, he quit and quickly changed his mind and said, actually, I'm not dizzy, just kidding! Look, my clever and naughty little brother.
A person who influenced me the most grew up and I made many good friends.
But there was only one person who impressed me the most, and my association with her also had a great influence on me.
She, a person who helped me when I was killed, an ordinary-looking person, an excellent student, and another … she is Long Wenjing.
Tall figure, although dark skin, but let a pair of watery eyes more dazzling, a shiny black hair neatly tied, a piece of red. ...
Write a composition of about 200 words.
One of my proudest things is that I trained the little turtle to be an acrobat.
It was a Sunday afternoon, and my father bought me a little turtle from the market. I am very happy.
I think that in the acrobatic troupe, many uncles and aunts train animals into acrobats from: composition daquan.
The next day, I got up early and gave the little turtle some shredded lean meat.
When the little turtle saw me, he quickly shrank his head into the shell.
I had no choice but to put the shredded pork in the fish tank and walk away.
I went home at noon and found that the shredded pork in the fish tank was gone. It must have been eaten by a turtle.
From then on, I gave the little turtle shredded pork every day.
After a few days, the little turtle was not afraid of me, and saw that I no longer put my head into the shell.
On the contrary, the head and neck are stretched out very long and the head is sideways, waiting for me to give it shredded meat.
So I began to train it.
My first training plan is coming to an end.
I'll turn the little turtle over first and let its stomach turn upside down.
The little turtle scratched around with four feet, desperately trying to turn over, but it was annoying.
I put my finger under its back and gave it a hand. It turned over.
After a while, I turned it upside down, helped a little less, and it turned over.
The last time I didn't help him, he seemed to touch the doorway, stretched his head and neck, pointed his mouth on the low cylinder, and finally turned over by himself with a fierce force.
I was so happy that I fucked a little turtle with shredded pork.
I asked the little turtle to do it several times, and it became more and more skilled.
In the future, just gently touch its head and shake its body, and it can turn over.
After a few days, the little turtle learned to pull the cart again.
I tied one end of the rope to its shell and the other end to a toy car. As long as I clap my hands, it pulls Xiangqian Che to climb hard ... I also teach the little turtle a lot of moves, and every time I show them to my classmates, they say; I teach very well.
I am proud because I trained the little turtle to be an acrobat.
The composition of Night on the Ili River is 200 words.
There is a river in my hometown, which has nurtured the Ili people who have lived here for generations. It is like a mother, giving us the sweetest milk.
Because of this, my hometown has never dried up.
Everyone who grew up here likes it. It is the Ili River, the mother river of the Ili people.
(1) Spring is April, and spring has come.
Spring is like a girl stroking the river with her gentle hand. There are waves on the river, and there is unfinished snow by the river.
Standing on the bridge overlooking the Ili River, it is like a silvery white belt, extending far away until it blends with the light blue sky. The river on the main road is still flowing, sometimes making a "ding-dong" sound.
Rows of dry and lonely poplars stand on both sides of the spring breeze. Spring girl touched it gently with her hand, and some green buds grew on the branches of poplar.
This also brings a touch of spring scenery to Yili River.
At this time, the Yili River is filled with an unforgettable fragrance of Elaeagnus angustifolia.
(2) Summer is June, and summer is coming.
Summer is not as gentle as spring. The Ili River that she touched will roll up the waves and beat hard on the shore, bringing a strong smell and cool breeze.
The Ili River was exposed to the scorching sun, and it was still freezing cold after day and night exposure.
In summer, the sun drives people into the water and people play in the water.
Playing, and the Ili River silently provided this coolness for people.
At this time, the Yili River is filled with faint coolness.
(3) Autumn is September, and autumn has come.
In a blink of an eye, autumn came, the earth turned yellow, and the green trees on both sides of the Ili River turned yellow, flying down like butterflies.
The setting sun hits the Ili River, and the Ili River instantly becomes a golden road. The breeze blows over the fish scales like waves, shining in the sunshine, more like gold spread on the river.
The winding river won't stop until it meets the sun.
Yili River is filled with the ripe aroma of melons and fruits.
(4) Winter December, winter is coming.
Winter is like a big quilt, covering the earth, and reeds and dwarf pines on both sides of the Ili River are covered with that heavy snow.
The shallow beaches around are also covered with thick ice.
Everything is white and dull. Who is still running silently in Yili River?
It never seems to stop.
I love my hometown, and I love this river in my hometown even more. It brings me infinite happiness and a happy childhood!
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