1. As soon as I entered the garden gate, a boy stuck to me. He is about eleven or twelve years old, wearing a red vest, blue shorts and a drooping belt. All dirty, like a small landowner.

2. The warm sunshine is shining on the lake, and the last red leaves in the forest still stand proudly on the branches, bright red and green, which are not harmonious colors, forming a unique winter scene.

Now, spring has come. Spring is the most beautiful season of the year. Throughout the ages, people have almost exhausted all beautiful words and poems to describe and praise spring. Spring brings vitality and hope to people.

He is a bit like a tree, strong, silent and alive. He has his own plan and some brains, but he is not good at telling others.

5, experience is the fertilizer of life, what kind of experience will become what kind of person, peony can not be raised in the desert.