Student essays
In the gap between firewood, rice, oil and salt, there is a little cutie named Romantic. —Epigraph.
Ten miles of spring breeze. The romance of spring is hidden in the wind. The spring breeze walks in March, and the steps are hurried. The pedestrians on the side tightened their collars and continued their spring time. When the spring breeze was tired, I sat on the public seat and heard the laughter of the clouds that stopped low in the sky, and they held a grand ceremony for the arrival of spring. The spring breeze had to continue the journey, and before I took a few steps forward, I was full of flowers. When the delicate flower was seen, the flush crept up her face, and a touch of fragrance bloomed on the flower, and the spring was infinite. The polite spring breeze leaned over to the fragrance of flowers, and inadvertently saw the caterpillar that was about to "break out of the cocoon into a butterfly" for the final exam. They are making their final preparations for the dreaded final exams, and if they fail, they don't have to face the troubles of human children, but they have to pay with their lives. "The reason why butterflies are beautiful and free is because they come after life and death," Chunfeng thought.
Heavy rain turns to light rain.
The romance of summer hides in the rain. When people think of summer, they think of sunburn, heat, and the blinding sun. But the summer day in the rain is lively, gentle, and the romance of the moonlight illuminating the bottom of the sea. In the heat of summer, even with the air conditioner on, people find it unbearable. At this time, the heavy rain is like an oasis in the depths of the desert, and the narrow victory of one more point in the game can easily dissolve the troubles and grievances in people's hearts and ignite the lively nature. Naughty children dressed as "little brown bears" or "little yellow ducks", breaking off the hands of adults and rushing into the rain, jumping, chasing, running, fighting, crying, laughing, like stars in the sky, brilliant and bright, and like colorful rice balls in boiling water, cute and funny. After a while, the rain was heavy. To be serious, it is a heavy rain that turns to light rain. The small group was led home by the big group, and some people held an umbrella and stepped into the gently falling rain, and the world in the rain was hazy and clear, bright and illusory.
Ginkgo. The romance of autumn is attached to the ginkgo biloba. I used to plant three ginkgo trees in front of my dormitory building, and they are full of golden trees in autumn. Those ginkgo biloba leaves were nostalgic for the temperature of the branches, and refused to leave, and later, leaf after leaf, branch after branch. If they encounter force majeure - the wind, they will be forced to leave, but they will not go far, go around in circles, and finally gather under the tree in piles, guarding it for the last time when they are dying. The ginkgo biloba in front of the school building is not like this. When the golden is still beautiful, they leave openly. They kiss the autumn wind, embrace the earth, climb the hand of the boy or lie on the green weed to soak up the sun, and finally sleep in the book or "turn into spring mud to protect the flowers". Their lives are short and long, recording the rings of the year, listening to the hearts of teenagers, and witnessing one after another regretful and confused youth without regrets.
Temperature. What is the romance of winter? In fact, the romance of winter is the simplest, it is just a cup of hot water handed by a stranger, a warm baby that a classmate endurs to cut love, a cup of milk tea sent by a good friend at the risk of insufficient balance, a cotton shoe cut by a mother with a needle and a thread, and a hot meal ...... when you go homePerhaps the most romantic thing in winter is the warm sun, which dispels the fog and casts dappled shadows around the leisurely strolls, and the gold falls on the young people, reflecting their joys and sorrows.
The flow of time throughout the year never stops, don't let down this busy world.