Where are the potatoes' shoes? my feelings/how I feel

The geese flying south tell people that autumn is coming.

Chrysanthemums in autumn are in full bloom proudly. There are red, yellow and white ones. Red is like fire, yellow is like gold, and white is like jade. Their shapes are different, some are naughty and lovely, while others are solemn. It's amazing. "Cold Ling Alone" Only plum blossoms are in full bloom in winter, and only chrysanthemums are in full bloom in autumn; We learn from the strong will of plum blossom and the positive spirit of chrysanthemum. ...

Autumn is the harvest season. Look, there are many big and red apples hanging high on the apple tree in the orchard. The grapes on that vine are big and purple. It looks really mouth watering. The two pomegranate trees are covered with red pomegranates, and their bellies are bulging, and some of them are bursting. It seems that they heard some funny jokes and laughed. Pomegranate seeds with thin skin are white and red, shining like pearls. Put it in your mouth, it's sweet and delicious.

In the field, there is a bumper harvest everywhere: cotton is as white as snow, cotton branches are covered with peach-like cotton, and dozens of flowers bloom on a tree, which makes the cotton branches bent; Rice is as thick as chopsticks; Heavy ears of grain nodded frequently; Full of sorghum red like fire. ...

Autumn is full of coolness and a breeze, which makes people feel that winter is approaching step by step. Autumn is also the time when leaves show their charm. At this time, an autumn wind blew, and the leaves on the tree put on golden evening dresses and danced romantic dances in pairs. They left good memories at the last moment of their lives. ...

Autumn can not only bring good news of harvest, but also give people the courage and strength to make progress.

Knowing Autumn If spring is a newborn baby, as Mr. Zhu Ziqing said in his essay Spring, then I think summer should be a vibrant teenager, autumn a stable middle-aged person, and winter a kind old man. In my opinion, the most distinctive of the four seasons is autumn. In autumn, there is no wonderful scene of freezing thousands of miles in winter, no bright future in spring, no cicada singing in summer. But autumn has her refreshing autumn wind and fragrant osmanthus. Autumn is the harvest season. Standing by the field and looking around, a vivid "Harvest figure in autumn" will come into your eyes: in the field, sorghum blushes and rice bends; At the edge of the field, the straight fruit of the fruit tree is ripe, just waiting for the farmer's uncle to pick it; Under the tree, the farmer's uncle put down his sickle, wiped his hard sweat with a towel, smiled at the harvested fields and enjoyed the harvest. The scenery in autumn is very beautiful. We can understand it from the words used by literati to describe autumn, such as "autumn wind sends cool" and "lush foliage", but this is not enough. Appreciation in real life is more poetic. If you want to look for autumn, I suggest you go for a walk in the Woods and choose a sunny afternoon. Because this time can make you feel the breath of autumn best. At this time, I am walking alone on the quiet forest path, the autumn wind blows, the autumn sun shines, and Lin Tao's voice; Smelling the charming chrysanthemum fragrance and watching the golden leaves on the tree fall with the wind can't help but remind you of the poem in Huang Chao's The Last Chrysanthemum: Wait until September 8th in Qiu Lai, and I will kill all the flowers after they bloom. Blooming chrysanthemums are in full bloom, Chang 'an is fragrant, the city is bathed in the fragrance of chrysanthemums-Italy, and the land is like golden chrysanthemums. Autumn is not only beautiful, but also philosophical. Middle age is the golden age of life. During this period, people can freely fly their dreams and hopes, and strive for their own ideals and goals to meet their own lives. If people don't work hard at this time and don't sow their hopes, then it is difficult to have a good harvest in their lives. I am now in the early summer of my life, and the autumn of my life is still far away from me. But can I relax and wait until the autumn of my life to fight? No, you can't. Now I will continue to fight, lay a good foundation for the autumn of my life, and lay a good foundation for the four parts of my life: celebrating spring-exploring summer-fighting for autumn-enjoying winter.

Respondent: glpx _ com- intern level 2008-1-1911:44.

In autumn, the summer girl left in a hurry, and the autumn girl came to the world lightly ... The autumn is crisp and the blue sky is fascinating! Cool breeze, transparent thin objects, high sky and swaying tree shadows all make people relaxed and happy! This is autumn! When you stroll into the orchard, you will be sure to open your eyes. Look, slippery grapes are like shining stars. Red apples are like hot sun; Oranges in Huang Chengcheng are like small lanterns; Longans covered with branches are like crystal pearls; That pomegranate with a big mouth is like a babbling child ... it's really beautiful! This is autumn! The autumn wind with a heavy heart is coming, and the sparkling rice is like a graceful girl and waiter, waving to people! Wheat fields come and go, making a rustling sound, as if the waves are rolling, and the band is playing a romantic ditty. Golden leaves, dancing like butterflies, sometimes fly to the sky, sometimes fall to the ground, really naughty! Farmers' uncles are busy harvesting crops. Although they are sweating, they still have sweet smiles on their faces from time to time. The grass tore off the green clothes in a hurry, put on the yellow clothes happily, and proudly showed off in the autumn wind ... this is autumn! Lovely little ants and squirrels are greedily collecting food for winter. Very thoughtful! Frogs and snakes are smarter. After eating, they had a good sleep ... autumn is here! What a charming autumn, it symbolizes prosperity and wealth, which means maturity and harvest.

Respondent: tlszbd- trainee magician level 2 2008-1-1911:44.

Autumn morning In the crisp autumn morning, the blue sky is green and the sun rises happily in the east. In the sunshine, golden chrysanthemums are waving to me, and some are nodding to me. Canna in the garden dances like a princess. After getting up, I looked out the back window and all the trees were covered with red lanterns. Oh! So the persimmon is ripe. I couldn't wait to pick one and taste it. Too sweet, sweeter than honey. I was walking on the road, and an attractive osmanthus fragrance came to my nose. Look, in the fields, large tracts of golden rice and corn in Huang Chengcheng are really enviable. Looking up, the birds are singing, as if singing autumn poems. The leaves are also yellow, and an autumn wind blows, and the leaves fall to the ground like flying butterflies. Pick up a piece and touch it, thinking of the poem "turning into spring mud to protect flowers more" Although it has gone, it has given birth to new life and laid a good fertile ground for the new grass in the coming year. As time goes by, I can't help thinking that I have to go to school. He hurriedly picked up his schoolbag and ran to school. It's still early, let me enjoy the beautiful campus first! You see, although the grass is not as green as before, the yellow hay and green grass together are like a bright carpet, and the students are still chasing hip-hop on it! The fountain in the garden also spews strange things like waterfalls, water columns and splashing water from time to time, which is very fun! At this time, the trees are all dry. It feels rough and breaks into several pieces from time to time. I only heard people say, "A year's plan lies in spring." I think it is "a plan lies in autumn." Because autumn is a mature season, a harvest season and a good season for people to enjoy all fruits. There are many kinds of lovely autumn leaves and beautiful fruits in autumn. I love them. But I love this rich and beautiful autumn more. Autumn morning In autumn morning, I sat casually under a small tree by the roadside. Under the autumn wind, the leaves are yellow, and a dignified heart. It's the third grade, the middle school career has passed more than half, and two years have flown by in a hurry. When washing your hands; When eating, in front of my eyes, one minute and one second, one day and one month, passed slowly and quickly. I tried, but in the end, there was only "but since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with a sword". My heart is at a loss ... it's almost dawn, and there is a sound in the nearby building. I saw someone walking through the Woods. Are you going to buy vegetables? Or go to work? All kinds of feet, all kinds of shoes What are they doing? They walk very fast. Come in a hurry, go in a hurry, compete with time? Fool, give up! Can you make it? Suddenly, I saw a pair of thin and long legs, no, not legs, crutches. It came to me. It went into the Woods, and there were still yellow leaves below. I looked up along it, and it was a middle-aged man. He sat quietly on the bench with a thick stack of books in his hand and opened the book. His eyes, no, how is that possible? He has lost his legs. He has entered middle age. No, these are not his eyes. So determined, so confident, so natural and unrestrained, so comfortable, showing a firm belief in winning. He looked up and met my eyes. I was a little embarrassed, and I bowed my head and said uncomfortably, "I studied so early!" " He smiled: "Ha! You can't do without culture these days. At that time, we met the Cultural Revolution and missed a generation. No, I'm over forty this year. Fortunately, I still have time to study. I am now, but I have to hurry. It is also a race against time. I believe I can win. What about you, little friend? " "I ..." I became more and more embarrassed. "Only time is the fairest for people in the world, 24 hours a day per person, see if you can make full use of it. It is never too late to use it. For time, you can only catch up and can't wait! " I nodded hard. Yes, facing the passage of time, what's the use of covering it with your hands? It just rushes away from the covered hand. "Don't wait for leisure, it's sad for nothing." I still have one year, we can still work hard, we can fight hard, we can race against time, I won't lose, I won't! There is a trace of green in the yellow leaves under your feet. I stood up and walked along the road where middle-aged people came to the Woods. I walked in a hurry, and my eyes were full of steel and determination ... The dark green trees and grass gradually withered in the early morning of autumn, and most of the flowers that rushed to open withered. The bird singing with its throat disappeared, and Grandfather Sun's red face added a little gold. It turns out that autumn has come, and Miss Qiu has changed them. In the morning, walking on the way to school, the poplars and grass under the trees on both sides of the road are light green, orange and golden, withered and still growing. There are golden poplars on both sides of the road. From a distance, there are asphalt roads and a transparent blue sky in the middle. On the campus in the early morning of autumn, you can't see the flowers that used to rush to open, and you can't smell the flowers. The beauty of red, pink and white as snow in summer is gone forever. The only flower in full bloom is Jin Ju, which symbolizes autumn. It seems that all the flowers in autumn disdain to show their beautiful figures, and only Jin Ju is a loyal follower of autumn. Reading in the morning, I can't hear the complicated voice of birds contending, and even the cicada that I hate most in summer is gone. In the past, all the voices that accompanied us to read seemed to disappear, but it also made the campus quiet and harmonious, and made us clear-headed. In the morning exercise, the sun used to be red, but now it looks a little more golden and a little less crimson. Maybe it's because Grandpa Sun knows it's cold and wears a golden shirt, which looks so kind. It seems to remind us to wear more autumn clothes. From ancient times to the present, there are many poems describing the green in spring and the white in winter, but I like this golden autumn as much as Jin Ju. On an autumn morning, the rooster crows. I quickly got out of bed and pushed open the window. A breeze blew head-on. How cool! I finished my breakfast quickly, and then I went to school with my schoolbag on my back. On the way to school, the sun has risen, but the fog hangs over the earth like an incomparably wide gauze. Factories, houses and trees in the distance are bathed in fog. The TV antenna on the roof of the nearby farmhouse can only be seen vaguely. Suddenly, waves of beautiful birds were singing in the village. The windows of every house are full of dim light, and there are voices of opening doors and talking from time to time. Listen, the duckling in Uncle Liu's yard makes a "quack" sound. The leaves on the tree rustled. Ah! An autumn morning symphony is finished. I was walking on the road, with heavy traffic and thin fog, and the surroundings became clear. The old woman took her basket and her little grandson to the market to buy food. Old people, sitting under the big tree, chatting. You see, in the park, the elderly over 60 are doing sports and practicing boxing, and their age over 60 has nothing to do with them; Lively and lovely children are playing in groups. When Miss Chen saw this in the park, she smiled sweetly and waved her brush to attract fresh air. In the morning, the girl left the park with a smile and came to the roadside. Many students walk on the way to school as easily as I do.

Interviewee: jsl 1997228- apprentice magician level 2 2008-1-1912: 47.

Some people look like autumn, while others look like autumn. The beauty of maple trees in autumn is not only in the frosty plains, but also in the cool breeze. When the leaves were thinning, Lin Qiu showed their elegance. It is a kind of free and easy without any modification and detachment that doesn't care about worldly prosperity. The most touching thing is that the sunset is reflected in Lin Qiu. It was so drunk that it set off the deepening dusk in the sky. The cool evening breeze, coupled with the infection of dusk, is a very beautiful and sad beauty. It makes you want to shed a few tears for your life experience, but you are caught by the fading drunken red, and you are willing to condense your unrestrained feelings. There was once a painter who painted a frosted Autumn Courtyard. The tall maple tree quietly covers the silence of a garden, and the heavy door behind the tree is hidden deep. It is endless loneliness, as if I had lived in it and tasted the silence of autumn. But I still want to sneak into the painting and ask the thick door that is deeply hidden to see how much dust there is and how many footprints of life are sealed. The most intriguing thing is the idle clouds in the autumn sky. So quiet and carefree, quietly away from the hubbub, not disturbed by secular joys and sorrows, no longer indifferent. Autumn wind is the purest wind without any decoration. So smoothly across the garden, you don't have to be attached to rustling leaves-season is season, metabolism is metabolism, life is life, joys and sorrows are joys and sorrows. No need to participate, no need to linger. Ming Che is in the same wind as Qiushui. "Point Qiu Jiang, Egret Sha Ou", you draw this Ming Che. There's nothing to worry about, nervous and persistent. Autumn is so spotless. "Wild cranes in idle clouds" is the title of autumn. Only the clear sky with faint white clouds in autumn can be worthy of the word "leisure". The beauty of wild cranes is as light as autumn water and as far away as autumn mountain, so elusive and so natural and unrestrained, it is worthy of the word "escape". "Leisure" and "leisure" are the true colors of autumn. Some people have the beauty of autumn. With such beauty, it must be such a person. Such beauty comes from the heart. He has everything, but he wants nothing. It is a thoroughness and freedom formed by profound cognition and perception. Autumn is a season of maturity, harvest, enrichment and indifference. It has experienced the prosperity of spring and summer, and is no longer proud of being praised and loved. It is isolated from all the praise and love of Qiu Guang, and only wants to be an idle, distant and elusive autumn. Hey hey. ......

Respondent: 867542 127 TC- intern level 2008-11-2019: 40.

The golden autumn time kept flowing forward, and the weather gradually cooled down. Noisy cicadas are blown away by autumn, replaced by the whining of crickets in the cracks in the slate at night. Ah! That lovely autumn has finally come. Autumn is more prosperous than spring. The flowery spring is beautiful, but the fruitful autumn colors reveal the joy of harvest. Autumn is more colorful than summer. Although the summer with dense branches and leaves is charming, the autumn colors of golden leaves and green trees are even more refreshing. Autumn is more energetic than winter. Snow-capped winter is lovely, but the golden autumn with fragrant melons and fruits is more colorful. Autumn came to the Woods. From a distance, yellow leaves fall in pairs like golden butterflies. Tired of flying, they landed on my shoulders, head and feet. Brought my thoughts from green summer to golden autumn. As soon as I turned around, another peach leaf fell beside me. I bent down to pick it up and held it in my hand to study it carefully. What a special autumn leaf! It hasn't come yet, it has completely faded, and it still exudes a strong aroma. Autumn came to the orchard, persimmon bent down, bent down, and the branches were about to break. Sister litchi was so fat that she broke her clothes and showed her bulging white belly. Huge apples are covered with branches, showing sweet smiles, or shy or bold. The girl in autumn came to the farmland, and the corn was very happy. It specially changed into a new golden dress, grinning and showing golden teeth. In order to make themselves more beautiful, tomatoes put lipstick on their faces; The potato may have been too excited to break its green mouth and show its yellow tongue. Autumn has come, and the garden has become a paradise for chrysanthemums. They may like this heavy gold and choose to bloom their beauty in autumn. Chrysanthemums come in many colors: yellow, pink, white ... big flowers and curly petals are like a little girl with curly hair. Wandering in the chrysanthemum garden or enjoying a pot of colorful chrysanthemums alone, slowly intoxicated by that fragrance. Autumn brings gold to the earth and cotton-like clouds to the blue sky. Autumn wind, as cool as water, dyed the world yellow with chill. I like this crisp autumn season! I like autumn with flowers and leaves and flat chrysanthemums. I like this unique and splendid autumn scenery. Autumn is really a harvest season. The sound of lawn mower, children's laughter and adults' laughter are combined into a symphony in autumn.

Q:

... this is the scene ... the important thing is one thing.

For example, when a wife and husband quarrel ... it is necessary to be considerate ... like this.

Answer:

Walking in the wind, hiding my cold hands in my pockets, trying to find warmth. I really want to go home, and the lights in the market confuse me.

I don't know whether I am lucky or unlucky. My heart is pieced together with broken beauty. Therefore, silence and sadness are like quietly tasting a cup of cold bitter coffee. We waste time and don't take it seriously. We played as much as we could, and after laughing, we were completely brushed by the brush of time.

The wind ruffled the hair roughly. We are all children of the wind, laughing in the wind, so happy.

We threw away our homework and lost our sadness. The world followed us around the East and West. We buried our genealogy in the yard and wandered in the glory of Jay Chou D. We are no longer crying babies in childhood, but writing our youth album.

Some people say we are crazy. No, we are free.

Call us crazy. No, we love and pursue.

Simple love ran aground quietly, and we slowly left along the track. Believe that meteors are tears of night, and that ripples are kisses of streams.

In an empty and dark world, I want to cry when I look at the light.

Ignorance, confusion The wind is blowing in Jing 'an.

I feel like a grain of sand deposited in the air, curled up helplessly. After 90, we are so rebellious and sad ...

02:

We've been smiling. ...

Sniffing the wet smell of grass after rain, we will gently raise our corners of our mouths: watching the lazy light be broken by leaves and become mottled, we will be in a daze, and then the sadness will last for a long time, creating a sad landscape on the paper. When we are writing our homework, we will suddenly sigh nervously, be scolded by our deskmate with a fever, and hang our heads: we will complain that we can't be a free bird in the sunny afternoon and keep company with the white clouds in clear Wan Li; We will also look gloomily at the dim lights in the middle of the night and sigh that they are like amber on a glass night. There is almost crazy bondage and desire hidden in this gorgeous light. We wait to see our youth, but we are still sad.

Loneliness is the vitality of others. Just like a dancer on a one-way street, she can only slip out of a lonely and gorgeous circle on her own. When a person grows up, he will always take a strange road, counting strange loneliness and strange happiness. Then quietly watch the passage of time and fade away everything. In the world, I am the only one crying. Memories are like summer flowers that will never fade, smiling at me with the sunshine and the fragrance of roses through the cracks in your fingertips, just as I smiled at her at the beginning. Until I saw a familiar face, showing little clues in the light blue sky. I smile, with the wind of the season. ...

I like listening to music. I like that kind of delicacy, like that kind of affection, as if it had something to do with us; We will also giggle at whether we are a prince or a princess when the stars fall every night.

Just because we are all children. Clear eyes, clear smile, like us after 90.

The whisper of the soul is like a swan song, which is inconsistent with the age, but stubbornly believes that we have grown up, as if the song is our witness. Singing hides our silence and sadness and turns it into a kind of transmission and memory. Then show a simple smile unique to a child and interpret the story in the song.

03:

Traveling back and forth between big cities and small villages, I saw the difference between urban students and rural students. After 90, we are all 13, 4 years old: youth is spreading, ideas are budding, and glory is always on the dazzling growth road. Even in the same flower season, there are different lives, and no one can see the essence of life clearly. I stayed in this rural school for two years and saw many differences and differences between them and students in the city.

Most junior high school students in cities have complete families. Although their parents don't have a car, they have a house. Everyone has their own space and things, such as soft Simmons, psp game consoles and HP LCD. And junior high school students in rural areas are always crowded under an unsightly roof. A small room and a hard bed are enough. They also have expectations, but at home, only grandparents often say to them, "It's not easy!" "

Junior high school students in the city can surf the Internet in primary schools, and they all know what MSN is, what QQ they talk about, what streetball they play, and what QQ fantasies they play. Students in rural areas only know that there is such a thing as a computer, and maybe they will get off the plane after the last computer class in a few months. They also have hope, but the reality does not allow them, because their parents only said: surfing the Internet is harmful.

Junior high school students in the city can make an appointment with their classmates to visit Chunxi Road, dress in buy buy and go to the book city to see the science and technology exhibition on weekends. When you are free, you can also go to Tazishan Park, Du Fu Caotang, Jinli and Qingyang Palace. But when you mention it to the children in the village, most of them will tell you: I think I have heard of it!

Children in the city can live a happy, comfortable and colorful life every day, but the teachers in the village will say: Only by suffering now will the future be better. ....

04: Outside, it is raining heavily. I came to the window, opened it and poked my head out again. What I see is the gray sky. In the endless gray clouds, the rain falls freely at an extremely fast speed. Every rainy day, I am an active period of thought, and those fragmentary ideas are pieced together into one idea. My reverie is coming again.

Are we destined to be sad after 90? Maybe it's because of the change of time. The warmth at home gradually disappeared. Parents always like to run around for money, saying it's not for your own good. I suddenly thought of a classic saying, "What is money in the world? Tell people to invest. " Without my parents' constant company, sometimes parties will fall out with us. When I am alone, what I leave behind is loneliness. And we want to find support, so-after 90, we all fell in love with sad words and sad music. In order not to let people see our sad flaw after venting.

I used to be a lively child, but since my parents gave me less care. I became depressed. But when I think about it later, I am a happy self, so I might as well be my former self. So, my classmates and I tried to tell jokes. However, those jokes are completely different from what I told before. They turned into cold jokes. Hearing this, the students didn't smile as brightly as they did at the beginning, but just dealt with it quickly. These, I see in my eyes, hurt in my heart.

Think of a friend who called himself a friend after school yesterday. I left by myself because I didn't have time to pack. I don't know, just as they were talking and laughing, one of their "friends" cried sadly again. In the past, I always waited for them until I saw them. What about now? Don't say anything

It shouldn't be long, right? There are 4 articles to choose from ~ ~

Q:

Are you born after 90?

But where is ~ ~?

You are so awesome, so ~ ~

Answer:

I really can't find it. Find it yourself if you can.

Q:

55 ~ ~ ~ can't help it. I am going to cry ~