高中英语作文：用微笑体验成长

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The sky recovered yesterday's blue, but I didn't see it yesterday. I call the bird's shocking treetops, bustling. I realize all the holy, I feel the sacred true meaning of nature, and experience the hardships and beautiful. - Remember to dream of the branches, light the pink world, feel the charm of spring. The peach blossoms are blooming here. If the sand is full of mountains, the sand is full of mountains, showing delicateness, fascinating, and more faintly shame hidden in the valley, pitting the valley, showing the powder. The golden welcoming of the stars in the mountains, making up for the mountain to make up for the last regret. Without a proud mountain, there is no low mountain valley, hidden between them, stars. I feel that the world is beautiful, I experience the life of the life at this time, move towards the new sunshine. Experience this new beginning, the heart is inevitably seed a few ideal seeds. Waiting for germination dreams. The summer sunlight illuminates my window, I know, the first leaf has quietly climbed the branches, and there is so fast in the corner of the sun. Listening to the sound of the spring eyes, with the beats of the frog, through the green shadow of the sun, the ideal seed germination became a dream, I experienced every day of life, only I know that in autumn, my dreams can only be fragrant, cool, dreams, and dreams. The sun has passed, and the good time will squander, ushered in a mad. It's less living, and there is no trace in the excitement of booming, nowhere to pursue. The gold wind is full, and it is as long as it is. Although there is no sun in the summer, more is full of bleak. The leaves are hidden in the earth, and there is a yellowish in the world. Look at the dreams of my heart, how many fruits have been ripe fresh red? Everything is just an unknown. The dead leaves are not, the things that come, more cold, the wind, the wind, the walked, and the color of the world, there is no color, no shiny, only one cloud of turbidity and vicissitudes. More I can only wait for the next spring, enter the atrium, and melt the cold heart. Waiting for the next warmth, germination, dreams, and nature's day and moon alternate. I smile because I grow.