sunset
At night, the sun will be taken home like a red lantern hung all night.
It slowly began to tilt to the west, covering itself with a faint gold gauze. Helan Mountain was dyed golden yellow by it and became a little confused. Gradually, the western sky seems to be on fire, and I don't know when it can cover half the sky.
The fire is still burning. In a short time, the sun was baked into a golden delicious pie and hung over Helan Mountain, which made people drool.
The sun is about to fall into the valley, roll down the top of the mountain and be caught by the mountain. As a result, it changed from a big disk to an eyebrow, then it was cut into lines, and the lines were restored to dots, and finally there were no dots.
The setting sun sinks step by step. At the last moment of sinking, I also scattered the afterglow into the sky: the golden sky in the west suddenly turned orange, then blue-gray, and finally covered with gray-black.
Night, so gradually came. The stars blinked as if looking forward to the sunrise tomorrow.
2, 28 Xiaoxue
Winter snow
Winter is retreating step by step.
I've been hoping for a heavy snow these days! Because this winter is so dull.
When I woke up in the morning, I saw something white shining on the windowsill. I opened the curtains and the world suddenly became strange: the forest became a cream cake! The sun rose, and rows of tall buildings were covered with white costumes by the old people in winter. But the sky is still so clear, like a pool of clear water, and the curved crescent moon has not disappeared lightly in the sky, as white as this snow. I looked west: ah! I saw the snow-capped mountains for the first time. For the first time, my life is so close to me, as if I were behind the Woods, as if I could climb the snow mountain in a short time as soon as I got on the bus. Thick red clouds like cotton wool gathered on the mountain, which turned out to be the news that clouds spread snow at night. Baiyun went home. At noon, the wind suddenly blew away the snow, just like an elf hissing for a long time in the cold winter.
The snow on the ground was either melted by the sun or blown away by the wind. The dry lawn is exposed on the ground in winter-the grass turns green!
4, 3 light rain
spring rain
Sasha vujacic ... It's raining.
How wonderful is it? Choose to open an umbrella, go out of the house and throw yourself into the embrace of nature. Houses, trees, schools, buildings ... everyone bathed in this spring rain. Light rain dripped down, sprinkled on the ground and got into the soil. The seed opened her heart and drank the "holy water" from heaven. They were full, shaking their arms and stretching their legs. When you don't pay attention, they slip out of the soil, let the rain moisten their delicate bodies and show people their youthful vitality. The wild ducks also flew back. They floated on the water, riding the jubilant waves and falling together. Waterbirds suddenly flew over the lake and chirped. In the shallow water by the lake, frogs have been swimming around in the water.
The high-flying water vapor sneaks under the umbrella and penetrates into the body through sweat pores, making you feel extremely cool and comfortable. At this time, the umbrella becomes an obstacle for you to enjoy nature. Put it away and throw it into nature seamlessly: the drizzle moistens your skin and the breeze blows away the smell of the city. Look-wild ducks have wandered freely on the lake, frogs are singing freely, waterfowl are flying freely on the lake, grass is sucking the falling raindrops, and trees can't wait to spit out new buds and let the rain wash away their old days.
When I got home, the rain stopped unconsciously. Looking from the balcony, the sunset glow came out. The "human"-shaped geese in the sky flew overhead from the south, then turned into a "one" shape, and finally turned into a point, disappearing into the endless sky.
8 10 light rain
Helan mountain
Do you know the thrill of rain when you travel to Helan Mountain in the morning? bud
Packing, the first step just stepped out of the stairs, and a stream of moisture spread on my face like pollen. The cool wind always swings like a microwave oven, tempting you. A few golden drizzles fall on your face, which is a pleasure you have never felt before.
You got on the bus and galloped in the drizzle. The endless grassland is covered with patches of green. Looking ahead, the mountains between heaven and earth block your view. Appreciating the beautiful scenery, I unconsciously entered the mountains.
Clouds of mist rose in the valley. You feel a little cold, so you cover your face with your collar and cross your hands into your sleeves, but you still don't want to close the window to ruin the scenery and fresh breath. The mountain stream winds from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the car. Birds are singing and flying around the valley. The pine forests all over the mountain are bright green, as bright, clean and fresh as polished leather shoes.
Unable to resist the temptation of the scenery, you got off the bus and stood on a flat hill. Grass stretches under your feet, streams flow by you, birds sing above your head, and rain and fog in the air fall on your head, face and body. When you are covered with the fresh breath of spring, how free are you to breathe, how refreshing are your limbs, and how strong are your feelings? Choose how much you want to have it all the time! You got excited, jumped up, and couldn't help but let out a happy cry that echoed in the valley.
If you don't walk into the embrace of Helan Mountain, how can you feel the pleasure of walking in the bushes in the drizzle? bud
You strode on the flat and elastic grass, and your footprints left traces on the fallen leaves wet by the drizzle. Touch the Helan stone washed clean by drizzle, and a chill will immediately soak the whole body from the palm of your hand. When you walk through the cool air and breathe the fragrant moisture, you will feel that you have not enjoyed enough. If you want to have it forever, you will greedily suck it into your body through your senses.
Huh? Choose spring, Helan Mountain, nature is so beautiful.
8 10 light rain
Poetry of the mountain
Music, I like it very much. Among many kinds of music, I like elegant symphonies best.
Today, I found such a symphony tape in a video store: the cover is a waterfall, and there are green broad-leaved trees on the cliff of the waterfall, with an English line on it, which means "Poetry of the Mountain".
When I got home, I put the tape in the stereo. The touching symphony immediately brought me into a wonderful world: under the vast night sky, the bright moon is in the sky and the stars are shining. The surroundings are not dark, but full of vitality. Birds are singing, frogs are chirping, and streams are flowing in mountain streams. Standing in the green forest, it is very empty around. After a while, it was dawn, and then obviously, the bright sunshine shone on the waterfall, and a rainbow appeared above the waterfall, and bursts of water vapor came to my face. Stepping on the thick and soft grass and walking towards the clear lake under the waterfall, I couldn't help but put my hand into the water. How cool it was! Looking up, flocks of birds are frolicking on the lake. ...
This tape has brought me such a beautiful association. I am really crazy, and I can't help thinking: As a happy teenager, why not let the drizzle on that mountain moisten my heart? Why not let the rainbow bring us romance? Why not be smart on the road of life? Take mountains as friends, green as companions, mountain springs and waterfalls as songs, naturally blend into nature, and spend every day in life happily and easily!
Yes, in a metropolis where buildings are getting taller and brighter, who can look up to the eternity of the starry sky overhead? With more and more cars and more serious pollution today, who can breathe fresh air every day? Buds are on the thicker and thicker concrete floor. Who can feel the softness and closeness of the earth? bud
Let's taste this music feast: it can let us return to the beautiful and spectacular nature, the gentle and undulating blue sea and the mountains with birds and flowers.
Let's experience the tranquility of the sea, the ethereal mountains and the romance of the rain.
4, 3 light rain
Watch wild ducks in the morning
"Bell, bell, bell" The alarm clock rang and I jumped out of bed. It was just dawn when I looked at my watch at 5: 50. I woke up my sleeping father in bed and said, "Get up quickly, you promised me to watch the sunrise."
"See what sunrise? It is the most beautiful to see wild ducks in the morning! " Dad rubbed his sleepy eyes and said.
"Oh?" I suddenly realized.
My father and I haven't seen wild ducks together since the first day of junior high school, so my father's words aroused my curiosity again.
At this time, the east is covered with a layer of red yarn, and the round sun sticks its head out. My father and I quickly got dressed, rode to the lake, and then walked along the path trodden by people among the reeds until we reached the depths of the lake. The back of the city has long been left behind by us.
We walked slowly along the reeds by the lake. Squatted down in the reeds closest to the duckling and hid himself with reeds. Suddenly, my father excitedly pointed to a reed bush on the lake: "Look! Look there-"
I looked in the direction he pointed and found three or five ducklings swimming there. They sank their bellies into the water and held their heads high. A pointed mouth, a curved neck, and an oval back connected with an upward sloping tail tip. From our point of view, this is a perfect color curve. Some of them rose and fell with the microwave, some plunged into the water and jumped a few meters in the water before sticking their heads out of another reed bush. Some are fighting and their wings are wheezing. Some people peck at each other and quack at each other. Did you get hit by the other side or cheered for the victory? I like to see them free, as if all the painful things in the world would be forgotten And when can I be as carefree and free as them? I can't help thinking of my childhood.
In my childhood memory, this lake is mysterious. I have always believed that an alien flying saucer fell from the middle of the lake. The alien has a pair of big protruding eyes, and his thin hands caught a child playing by the lake. Since then, the child has disappeared. I often tell this story to the children who play with me, and explore all kinds of evidence to prove that it really existed and happened in this lake.
Later, I grew up, filled the lake, built a building and built a playground. The water flowing into the lake is blocked, and the lake water
Smaller and smaller, most of the lake bottom is exposed, weeds have grown and become wasteland. The lake in my mind has become smaller and less mysterious.
Dad said that there are few lakes, and all kinds of precious waterfowl are basically gone. Now there are only some wild ducks left.
I looked at these carefree wild ducks and wondered what their future would be like. Seeing that the last "desert oasis" in this city is dying out step by step, I can only lament in my heart.
I can't bear to see those ducklings. I hope they don't go away. I hope the lake is as vibrant as before.
6, 6 sunny
Take Yan as your friend
I remember learning a text in the first grade of primary school, saying that swallows fly to the south for winter every autumn, and then fly back to the nest in the north to have children in spring. One spring when I was in the fourth grade, a pair of swallows flew into our compound and settled down in front of the people on the fourth floor. Since then, it has become a paradise in our children's hearts. People often come to see them.
I often go, too. Most of them went with my good friends. We crept up to the fourth floor, but as soon as we set foot on the steps of the fourth floor, the swallow flew out of the corridor. We leaned against the balcony in the corridor and secretly watched the swallow nest. The whole bird's nest was reinforced layer by layer by mother swallow with yellow mud in her mouth. It looks solid and thick, and it is warm and comfortable. Bird's nest is the most beautiful and practical. It is said that its nesting skills are so good because swallows have patience. At that time, all the birds were present when the peacock taught the nesting technique. As soon as the peacock said that he would build his nest on a branch, the eagle became impatient and thought he knew the true meaning of nesting and flew away. Now eagles live on bare tree trunks. Peacock went on to say that if you want to make your nest more comfortable, you must build a grass nest in the tree. On hearing this, the magpie flew away, and now the magpie lives in a grass nest. Peacock also said that although the grass nest is comfortable, it can't avoid the wind and rain, and it should be built on the eaves or in caves. At this time, the sparrow and other birds have flown away, and I really can't wait. Finally, the peacock said, "I only said the nesting place, not the nesting technology." Now you are the only swallow. " do you want to hear it ? Bud "The swallow nodded. So the peacock passed on all the nesting techniques to the swallow.
We were watching the bird's nest when suddenly swallows flew around us. We quickly crouched behind the low wall to keep the swallows from seeing us. After a while, the swallow flew in and stood on the edge of the nest to feed the swallow. At this time, two yellow balls in the nest stretched out their heads to compete for food. After feeding, Mother Swallow flew out again.
Although the swallow is small, it is noble. If you catch a swallow, it will bite you hard and hunger strike. If you force food into its mouth, it will spit it out and eventually it will starve to death. In any case, you can't let the bad guys you catch succeed. Almost every swallow is a Su Wu, a Wen Tianxiang and a Qu Yuan. It is really a gentleman bird that is not ridiculous from a distance.
At this time, it began to rain outside, and the swallows glided beside the ground. The swallow is a child around us and an example in our hearts. We hurried downstairs, chasing and playing with swallows flying low in the rain, enjoying the coolness and moisture of the rain.
9, 13 sunny
Fengjing road
"Kai, let's go to the scenic spot and pick Elaeagnus angustifolia-ok? Bud "Xiao Kai was very happy when he heard my words. He immediately got into the car seat and went to" Scenic Road "with me.
"Scenic Road" is our name. This is a quiet path leading to farms and pastures, next to the dense Elaeagnus angustifolia forest and surrounded by endless fields.
Xiao Kai and I galloped on the "Scenic Road", and in a short time, we arrived at the Elaeagnus angustifolia forest next to the "Scenic Road". We parked our car under a tree and found a long stick to beat Elaeagnus angustifolia. Under Elaeagnus angustifolia trees, lush green grass grows on the flat land, which is neither high nor chaotic. Standing on it is very comfortable and elastic. Tall Elaeagnus angustifolia, although the total branches have cracked, but the new branches are full of thick green luster. Golden Elaeagnus angustifolia hangs on the branches like a string of rice ears-this is a signal that Elaeagnus angustifolia is mature! We couldn't resist its temptation, put the idea of enjoying the scenery behind us, and swung a stick to hit the branches. Elaeagnus angustifolia fell into the grass with a brush like a glittering pearl. We beat and picked up, and soon picked up most of the bicycle baskets.
We screamed for a while, and after a while of excitement, we felt really tired. So we lie flat on the grass.
Below is soft grass; The top of the head is lush Elaeagnus angustifolia trees; Sweet Elaeagnus angustifolia in the mouth; Crickets are chirping around as if playing for us. Birds galloped in the forest, drawing beautiful arcs, but left no trace and rushed into the sky. The sky is blue and the clouds are white. Looking at it, I can't tell whether the cloud is moving or the ground is turning.
I feel very relaxed and comfortable when I leave the noisy city and stay in the quiet nature. In this way, we returned to the embrace of Mother Earth. Gradually, gradually, I feel sleepy. ...
Wake up, wow, the sun has "set" from Helan Mountain.
9 15 eyes
yearn for freedom
Today is a rare fine weather. The whole sky is uniform blue. A few white clouds are as fresh as fresh milk. There is no wind and the weather is warm. It's really sunny.
I don't know why, but I've been in a good mood today. When I got home and lay on the sofa, I was about to read a book when my lovely parrot called. Smart guy, there must be no food. I walked to the cage, only to see the naughty guy "punch a hole" in the paper nest I carefully made for it with his mouth. I patted the cage unhappily, found a thick piece of paper to fill the hole, and then went into the house to read.
I went to the balcony to water the flowers at noon and saw parrots pecking at the mouth of the cave. It pecked for a while and tried to get out, but it couldn't get out. It pecked again. This time I understand: this little life also longs for freedom. It's a good day for spring and summer to alternate. Everything is wonderful. The grass grew, the trees turned green and the birds flew back.
At this time, there were several birdsongs in the distance. The parrot is excited! It opened its eyes wide and shouted with its friends. Do you want passing birds to find themselves? Thinking of this, I didn't rush to fill the hole, but opened the cage door: "Go if you want, my parrot, freedom belongs to every life? Select "
The parrot jumped off the pole, jumped into the cage, spread its wings and flew away.
It went straight into the blue sky without looking back. Gradually, the building obscured my view. I think my parrot must be very happy at this time. Although it has lost the food that it can eat effortlessly every day, what is the happiness of being locked in a cage?
I'm happy about it. My heart is like white clouds in the sky. I can't tell whether to float or dissipate.
9 17 eyes
Flower sense
People always like beauty and nature. In this season of bloom, the topic of flowers can't be ignored.
Some flowers are famous, others are not. Peony, like China, is often the favorite of painters and the object of praise by literati, and Song of Peony pushes its praise to the extreme. The annual "Peony Festival" in Luoyang attracts more domestic and foreign tourists, and peony naturally becomes the famous "national flower" of China. Peony is elegant, generous and beautiful, but it doesn't have the fragrance of plum blossom and Sophora japonica. Japanese cherry blossoms are also very famous. They are called the "national flowers" of Japan, but compared with other flowers, cherry blossoms are not as beautiful as peony, as fragrant as Sophora japonica and as romantic as roses and peach blossoms. Otherwise, why use roses instead of cherry blossoms to express love? Why did Liu Bei, Guan Yu and Zhang Fei of the Three Kingdoms become sworn in Taoyuan instead of Sakura Garden? So why are cherry blossoms so famous? The reason for budding still lies in propaganda: many songs praising cherry blossoms are often heard in japanese pop, and it is not difficult to find pen and ink describing the cherry blossom season in Japanese articles. If cherry blossoms are planted in the streets of China, people may enjoy peony and beauty cola, and smell the flowers of Sophora japonica and Elaeagnus angustifolia, but they will not care too much about cherry blossoms. The Japanese have carried out a lot of cherry blossom-centered propaganda from literature, art and news media. The sound of cherry blossoms is getting louder and louder, and together with Mount Fuji, it has become a representative and symbol of Japan. This mainly depends on the role of propaganda. In fact, cherry blossoms are not as good as Japanese propaganda.
A little observation shows that every flower has its own charm and charm. Some very good flowers are not well known because they are not widely publicized. Like Sophora japonica and Elaeagnus angustifolia, every time they are in full bloom, they will give off the fragrance of Fiona Fang miles. The fragrance is intoxicating before people arrive! Obviously, good flowers are not necessarily famous, and all famous flowers are not necessarily good flowers. Turning to the topic, we should look at flowers with our own eyes and not label unknown flowers as "bad flowers".
Just like enjoying flowers, to look at a thing and evaluate a person should be viewed, analyzed and judged comprehensively through specific actual conditions. A swarm of bees says good, not necessarily good, and a swarm of bees says bad, not necessarily bad.