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Ginkgo

Walking alone in the evening after the rain, the cold wind pierced my face, and then there was a pain on my face. There are tall ginkgo trees on both sides of the road. The trees at this moment are pitiful, especially ginkgo trees. Because there are fallen leaves all over the ground, the yellow leaves are particularly dazzling when soaked in the rain. The thick fallen leaves are like souls lying on the ground, quietly waiting for the transcendence of the dead. Deep and shallow puddles were exposed on the ground, reflecting the brightness. Accidentally stepping on it, the waves rippled away, mixed with gray muddy water, rendering a ink painting on the ground. In such weather and evening, people always shivered, even if they were wearing cotton-padded jackets, raising their collars high and wearing hats and gloves. The breath of winter is serious, which only slowly devours the white fog people breathe out and accumulates into the winter fog tomorrow morning. The sky was washed by rain, and there was a transparent clean white. The grass under the tree in the distance now only reveals poor desolation, leaving only the dry body shaking in the wind, sketching the lines like water waves. There are two rows of long ginkgo trees beside me, and how many wind and sunshine have they been through. Every summer, there are always mottled black shadows under the trees, which give people a shade. There are always people leaning back under the trees, enjoy the atmosphere of summer. But now, there are few people under the tree, and they are not willing to stop here in the cold winter. Looking at the strong trunk of gingko, the rain dyed the most desolate notes on it, echoing alone in the winter campus. What winter brings me is not only cold, but also endless thinking, just like this gingko recording the annual rings and thinking about life. In the last season of the year, I recalled every bit of the year, picked up the memories scattered in the years again, thinking about my appearance in each season, plans and expectations for spring, the struggle and busyness in summer, the comfort and leisure in autumn begin to reflect on yourself in winter. It seems that when a year is coming to an end, there will be some regrets and melancholy, and the sadness of youth passing away. But time will pass away eventually, imagining the ticking of the clock in my mind, time really waits for no one! Where should I go? At that time, I lost my way under the ginkgo tree. Later, I understood that we should not stay, but move forward quickly, work hard and struggle, so that we may reduce our regrets in the spring of the next year, only in this way can we carry firm faith on the road of life. Like (prose editor: prose online) the 30th year of my WeChat era The year before last, my eunuch planned to buy a smartphone for him on his birthday. The main purpose was to teach them how to play WeChat, and let them… Comments on the Chinese version of “worry-free grocery store” Everyone moves towards a better life through his own efforts. The answer to the consultation letter is just encouraging an existing… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 14, 2018) January 14, 2018: Today, the temperature in Wujiang is relatively warm, not as cold as a few days ago. Yesterday and Today, Wu Jiang’s… Be a person who never stops growing up Teacher Lily coughed with a strong nasal tone when she was in yoga class. Maybe it’s uncomfortable, she has less demonstration action today,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 13, 2018) January 13, 2018: Yesterday, my sister and nephew Little David didn’t come to the Dongwan village of jinjiaba where my mother and I stayed temporarily,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 12, 2018) January 12, 2018: The day before yesterday, I said, “my mother will go to Kunshan tomorrow.” However, yesterday, my mother did not go to Kunshan…

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Garden

[Introduction]: time is always unconsciously, passing in a hurry in the depth of my memory, my heart is always searching, dreams are like maple leaves in autumn, falling down in every corner that can be touched by eyes, holding the imaginary pen, touching the color of love and writing the full call. After dinner, I strolled to the nearby community park. This is a season of parking and sitting in the maple forest night, and Frost leaves are red in February flowers. Entering a colorful world, there are many flowers, plants and trees, rich green, mixed with pink maple leaves. Happiness is the spring of autumn, with ripples; Happiness is the rain of autumn, with natural and unrestrained dancing; Happiness is the fruit of autumn, with fragrance all over the garden; Happiness is the wind of autumn, with light dancing and flying. With the coming of autumn, people in the garden were rare and the night was quiet. I walked to a maple tree whose maple leaves were not completely red. Some were red and some were green, some are half red to half green, which is very interesting. Through the faint light, I picked up a two-tone Maple Leaf. Oh, it was so like a little red hand that was beaten Red by my father after a child made a mistake. There is also a Mulberry beside the maple tree. The mulberry leaves are so green. There are small gears on the edge of the mulberry leaves. Touch them with your hands. How comfortable! Although there are not many leaves left on the tree, I believe it will be full of green shade next year. A birdsong drew my sight to a plane tree. Touch the green Indus leaves with your hands, covered with a layer of white fluff, which is so soft, while the yellow Indus leaves feel hard and crisp, as if a little hard, they can be crushed. I took off a piece of yellow leaves and played with this small golden fan. A burst of autumn wind blew, and threw it away with the wind. There is also a ginkgo tree over there. The leaves look like ancient folding fans. When the wind blows, the fallen leaves fall in a spin. It really looks like a folding fan rain! Looking down, there are still a few fallen ginkgo fruits on the ground. The chrysanthemum fragrance floating nearby involuntarily visited the yellow, red and white clusters of chrysanthemum. The fragrance was strong and refreshing. Time is always unconsciously, passing in a hurry in the depth of my memory, my heart is always constantly searching, dreams are like maple leaves in autumn, falling in every corner that my eyes can reach, hold the pen of fantasy, touch the color of love, and write the call full of heart. Open a Miss casually, the deep memory is always warm words, a silent greeting, without any ending, full of thoughts in the bottom of my heart, with ripples like spring rain. Ah! I was immersed in the colorful ocean of autumn and did not want to leave for a long time. I think deeply, think deeply about life, so rich and colorful! [Responsible editor: Ke Er]] Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the 30th year of my WeChat era The year before last, my eunuch planned to buy a smartphone for him on his birthday. The main purpose was to teach them how to play WeChat, and let them… Comments on the Chinese version of “worry-free grocery store” Everyone moves towards a better life through his own efforts. The answer to the consultation letter is just encouraging an existing… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 14, 2018) January 14, 2018: Today, the temperature in Wujiang is relatively warm, not as cold as a few days ago. Yesterday and Today, Wu Jiang’s… Be a person who never stops growing up Teacher Lily coughed with a strong nasal tone when she was in yoga class. Maybe it’s uncomfortable, she has less demonstration action today,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 13, 2018) January 13, 2018: Yesterday, my sister and nephew Little David didn’t come to the Dongwan village of jinjiaba where my mother and I stayed temporarily,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 12, 2018) January 12, 2018: The day before yesterday, I said, “my mother will go to Kunshan tomorrow.” However, yesterday, my mother did not go to Kunshan…