Just as I was happy, I saw her husband trip over a can and say loudly, 'Damn it.'. Oh my! "His wife anxiously said," Don't worry, hurry up and pat it. My hands are getting sore. "She saw the soda can fall to the ground, the cola inside spilled all over the floor, and the grass changed color, as if it had been poisoned. At this moment, I felt that although her handsome husband and his beautiful wife were dressed cleaner than anyone else, they both had a dirty heart. I walked over and said to them, 'Uncle, Auntie, the most beautiful scenery is called civilization. Environmental protection comes first, and hygiene starts from ourselves. We should protect the environment.'. They blushed and picked up the garbage on the ground with me.
Ah! The earth has become a little cleaner again. In the western summer of the setting sun, the entire grassland is illuminated red. I walked home with my mother to the sound of singing.
山不在高，有仙则名。水不在深，有龙则灵。斯是陋室，惟吾德馨。苔痕上阶绿，草色入帘青。谈笑有鸿儒，往来无白丁。可以调素琴，阅金经。**无丝竹之乱耳，无案牍之劳形。**南阳诸葛庐，西蜀子云亭。孔子云：何陋之有？
妈妈端着汤，蹲在床边，凝视着爸爸满意地喝完鸡蛋汤。霎时，我好像懂了，那鸡蛋不论是腥涩还是香甜，在父亲那里都是幸福的滋味。
二十年的坚持，二十年的体贴，二十年的凝视，一碗鸡蛋汤蕴含着关于他们何等浓郁的爱的滋味啊！
那一刻，我才明白妈妈不是不懂得品味生活的滋味。她所追求的幸福滋味全都在她对家人的付出里，她所品味的生活滋味，就像是那碗加蜜的鸡蛋汤——唇齿留香。
Hoe standing grain gradually pawning a midday,
Sweat drips into the soil under the crops.
Who would have known that the dishes are delicious,
Every grain is hard work.
This poem tells people to be frugal by depicting the hardships and difficulties of labor. How many parents have asked their children to memorize 'Compassion for Farmers' when they waste food at home?
This poem is short, concise, and to the point, but the narrative and reasoning are natural and appropriate. The poem is rich in reason and is convincing.
Rain hates cloud sorrow, Jiangnan still calls her a beauty. Shuicun Fishing Market, a wisp of lonely smoke. Amidst the vast expanse of the sky, distant recognition is like a decoration. In my life, looking at it at this moment, who would cling to the railing
In the morning rain and light dust in Weicheng, the guest houses are green and the willows are new in color. Panlou boats sail across the Fen River, and clear waves rise in the middle of the river.
In addition to the greenery of the city and the countryside, there is also a spiritual greenery that thrives on the fertile soil of everyone's soul. It does not express itself as beautiful, but rather embodies the essence of life on its own, enduring the sun, rain, and dew, and experiencing lightning, thunder, and lightning.
Daiyu buries flowers: After being rejected from the Yihong Courtyard, Daiyu wept alone at the foot of the mountain, lamenting, "The person who buries flowers today is foolish, but when he buries them in another year, he knows who it is. Her life situation and loneliness are vividly reflected in the words.
Fireworks in March, Yangzhou's flowers are like brocade, like poetry and painting. Carrying dreams and expectations, the old man boarded a boat from the Yellow Crane Tower and embarked on a journey to Yangzhou, opening a new chapter amidst the dazzling fireworks.
Who can speak of the desolation everywhere, with the west wind blowing on the old maple trees—— Nalan Xingde's' Butterfly Love Flower Breaks Out '
One generation, one pair, competing to teach two places to captivate the soul—— Nalan Rongruo's "Painting Hall Spring: One Generation, One Pair"