Tell me how not to think that her (his) composition is not less than 700 words and her feelings are sincere.

Liu Bannong

There are several clouds floating in the sky.

There is a breeze blowing on the ground.

Ah!

The breeze blows my hair,

Teach me how to miss her.

Moonlight loves the ocean,

The ocean fell in love with the moonlight.

Ah!

Such a honey-like silver night,

Teach me how to miss her.

The falling flowers on the water flow slowly,

Fish swim slowly downstream.

Ah!

Swallow, what did you say?

Teach me how to miss her.

The dead trees shook in the cold wind.

Wildfire burns in the twilight.

Ah!

There is still some afterglow in the west,

Teach me how to miss her.

Since childhood, the kindergarten teacher pointed to the map of China and said to us, "Our motherland looks like a big rooster." In elementary school, the brigade counselor said: "The mountains and rivers of the motherland were built by revolutionaries with blood." Now, I finally began to think in my mind what this land that accompanied me to grow up looked like.

Every summer, my parents will take me out to travel, but this year-"Oh, mom, I can't go out to play this year!" " "I shook my head and sighed, while turning over the calendar regretfully:" Oh, I can't see the great rivers and mountains of my motherland, alas! " "Well, I will accompany you to see the photos!" Mother took three thick photo albums and sat down at my desk.

"Ha ha, look at this. My posture is more suitable for talking freely about the Bell Prairie! " "Yes, look how blue the sky is there!" My mother and I had a good talk and were intoxicated under the blue sky of Hulunbeier. "By the way, this one is in the Longmen Grottoes, right? You fell when you went, haha ~ ""Mom, what are you laughing at! " In the photo, the giant Buddha behind me is smiling, sitting quietly on the boulder, staring kindly at the green mountains and green waters in front of me. Seeing this, I can't help but calm down and indulge in this quiet and beautiful picture. "This one was taken in Guilin, right? Look at the water in the Lijiang River, gee! " I looked at the photos and imagined the scene of Sanjie Liu singing loudly in the scenery of heaven. In this way, my mother and I once again walked on this vast territory, enjoying the creativity of nature and appreciating the treasures of art.

"Ah, no photos?" Unconsciously, we have gone through dozens of provinces and cities and returned to reality. "How beautiful!" "Well, it's a pity that I can only stay at home this year and enjoy the beautiful picture." I still shook my head slightly dully and went to bed.

In the darkness, my mind kept flashing with photos and beautiful scenery. Yes, this is the land where I grew up-under the blue sky, freedom is beautiful because of blandness, greatness because of smallness, and success is meaningful because of failure! The artistic and cultural treasures created by magnificent landscape, free sky and amazing wisdom are so wonderful and beautiful!

How can I not miss her in such a land?