Wow, it smells good. There is Jin Zhai 1 in the book, and Yan Ruyu in the book. Open a brand-new book, and the ink smells good. Wow, it smells good!
I like reading since I was a child, and I like reading all kinds of books, classics, fables and common sense, which can be described as "mastering everything". For this reason, my classmates gave me an interesting name "Little Bookworm", but I like it very much.
I like to sit at my desk and open the window on a sunny afternoon. The sun filled my room and shone obliquely on me. My favorite book is on the desk. There is a cup of hot coffee on the desk. Take a sip of sweet coffee and taste a classic. What a pleasant afternoon! The rich aroma of coffee blends with the faint ink on the page! Smell it again carefully. Wow, it smells good!
I remember when I was a child, I overheard someone say which book was good, which book was worth reading and which book won what prize. I can't wait for my parents to help me buy that book, for fear that others will buy it all if I go late. At first, I was glad that I liked reading, but I quickly agreed to my request and helped me buy that book. But then my parents thought I bought books too often and gradually stopped buying books for me. Helpless, I can only carry out a "slimming plan" on the money I bought snacks and use the money I saved to buy books. Come to the bookstore, choose a book you like, hold it in your arms, take a deep breath, wow, it smells good!
On the weekend of leisure, I made an appointment with several friends who also love books. Each of them took their favorite books and went to the green space in the suburbs for a picnic by bike. Breathing fresh air, smelling the fragrance of wild flowers and weeds, sitting on the soft grass, opening books, talking with friends about the feelings after reading and sharing the happiness of reading. The air is mixed with the fragrance of ink and soil, which is refreshing. Wow, it smells good!
Reading a good book is like making a good friend, and opening a book is like walking into the palace of culture. Books are my spiritual food, and I savor the essence of books. Wow, it smells good!
Wow, it smells good. I left many beautiful things in the alley I walked through every night. All these pictures surround me. When I was a child, that little cotton-padded jacket was my pride, just like my mother's arms. I still remember that sweet smile. A small cotton-padded jacket brought me into my memory.
Baba's food smells delicious.
After a day's study and life, I'm a little tired. Drag the slow pace, accompanied by a heavy bag, walking on the way home. Pushing open the door, I can smell the familiar smell. Yes, Dad has cooked! I just don't know why my father came back so early. I'll ask. Dad said: it's not that you are too tired to study, besides, your mouth is greedy!
A trace of warmth lingers in my heart.
Mom's nagging smells good.
Daughter, recite the fourth grade. Although history is not easy to learn, it cannot fall behind. Four products, that is, the things behind. Liberal arts, you still need to understand the back! And that science, I want to do more problems and listen carefully in class. I said impatiently, my mother, can't you let me have a good breakfast? After dinner, get dressed and go to school. Listen carefully in class. Be serious! Mom's words floated from the kitchen. Mom, I know. Is this about menopause? Ha ha ha, I ran out with a smile.
Although sometimes my mother's nagging is really annoying, my heart is warm.
Grandma's cotton-padded jacket smells good.
I had a whim to tidy up the house at the weekend and came across an album. When I opened it, I found all the photos of my childhood, and some of them were actually wearing cotton-padded jackets! I asked my mother, and she said: That cotton-padded jacket was made by your grandmother stitch by stitch!
Although it's a bit out of date to look at these photos now, every stitch is grandma's love for me!
Living in a happy home, you can always feel the fragrance of love. I love my family, I love the fragrance brewed by my family with love!
Wow, it smells good. In life, there are many scents, charming flowers, delicious rice and labor. In life, smells are everywhere. Today, I share with you the most beautiful fragrance in my life.
One night, I walked leisurely on the road, enjoying the night view of Shenzhen. Suddenly, there was a fragrance, and I was just looking for it carefully. Suddenly, there was a stronger fragrance, and I smelled it carefully. Suddenly, I saw a strange flower in front of me. It's small, round and pink. This is really a strange flower! I can't help admiring. "Little brother, do you like this flower, too?" A deep voice sounded. When I turned around, a magnificent man appeared in front of me.
He has broad shoulders, a shovel and a bucket in his hand, and some fertilizer in his pocket. Suddenly, another fragrance came, and the flowers seemed to bloom a little. I asked the uncle, and he said, "I planted this flower in January. I come to fertilize it every month. It's been half a year now, how fast! " I turned my head again, and the flowers gave off another fragrance. When I look at it again, it looks like a touching little fairy. In this night, it is graceful and particularly touching. It's getting late, and when I was about to leave, the flower gave off a fragrance again, as if to keep me.
I can't help but think of Mr. Lao She's words: "Without labor, you can't even keep a flower." Isn't this a fact? " I happened to find this little flower tonight. It not only has an unforgettable intoxicating fragrance, but also has the fragrance of the hard work of flower farmers.
Wow, it smells good. I never thought-that little honeysuckle actually exudes such a rich fragrance, and the honeysuckle behind my house finally blooms!
Unfortunately, it just rained yesterday. Stop and go, the gold and silver petals are wet. The rain stopped today, but the wind didn't stop. I walked gently under the flowers, and with the touch of the wind, her graceful figure was exquisite and tall. I walked through the grass and just wanted to reach out and pick one, but I was scratched by thorns wrapped around honeysuckle, so I had to stand in the distance and watch her quietly. Pieces of Ye Er are like a boat, carrying beautiful flowers and rippling bright green ripples; It is also like a green cup filled with white jade liquid.
I remember a few days ago, these white flowers bowed their heads in the scorching sun to escape the heat. After a little light rain yesterday, the flowers were awakened by the sudden coolness. The morning after the rain was quiet, other creatures had not woken up from their dreams, and the sun of the new day had not appeared from the layers of white clouds. She opened the petals one by one, and told the world about her birth in this foggy morning, emitting a burst of fragrance.
I see stamens! I was so happy that she spread out slowly, with a small cluster of stamens sticking out in the middle, just like a group of fairies in yellow dancing. I took a deep breath and blew it away like honeysuckle. She is so elegant, just like a fairy. The wind came again and I took a deep breath. The breeze blew and the fragrance came to the nose. Wow, it smells good. My nose enjoys such good treatment that people will be drunk under the flowers and immersed in the Xianghe River. There is another breeze, and the fragrance seems to be stronger, ah! How cozy it is! This fragrance seems to turn into a trickle, slowly flowing through my heart.
Wow, it smells good!
Wow, it smells good. Life is full of refreshing fragrance. -inscription
I like the smell of rain moistening everything!
In the dense early morning, thin threads, like cow hair and needles, are densely woven into lines. I put on my clothes, pushed open the door, walked into the balcony and took a deep breath: "Wow, how nice!" " "A wet wind blows, and the fragrance of grapefruit and grass in the yard is brewing in the slightly wet wind." Tick-tock is the sound of rain dripping on leaves, eaves and grass.
Move a chair, sit on the balcony, listen to the beautiful music played by raindrops, watch the filaments weave obliquely in the air, breathe the fragrant air mixed with rain, and nourish everything. The whole person is refreshed and happy.
I like the ink smell of every book on the shelf.
One lazy afternoon, I made a cup of tea, stood quietly in front of the bookshelf, looked at the dazzling array of books on the bookshelf, thought about which book I should read, what kind of book ... smelled the ink mixed with books, and I couldn't help but admire: "Wow, it smells good!" Take a copy of Romance of the Three Kingdoms from the bookshelf, drink the brewed tea, and watch Zhu Gekongming display his infinite talents in the book ... It's so pleasant!
I like the delicious food cooked by my mother!
The sunset dyed the sky red, like a shy little girl. I came home and said, "Wow, it smells good!" I smell tempting food, and my mind keeps popping up with golden crispy, crisp and unbroken braised pork; Braised fish is golden in color and tastes good on both sides; And sweet and sour pork ribs … I can't wait to put down my schoolbag and rush into the kitchen to see what my mother did today.
"Have a meal!" I heard my mother shouting. I can't wait to sit at the table, pick up a piece of shiny, golden and crisp braised pork and smell it gently. "Wow, it smells good!" " "Smelling tempting food and eating delicious dishes. Ah! Don't be too happy!
I am intoxicated by the fragrance of rain nourishing everything, the ink fragrance of books leads me to read, and the fragrance of food cooked by my mother makes my mouth water.
Wow, it smells good. How can plum blossoms smell good if they are not cold?
I still clearly remember that when I was in the third grade, I was very insecure at that time. Not only do I have poor grades, but I also have no special skills. I can only look at the students who received the prize on the stage with envy.
Until one day, my father saw my lack of confidence and said earnestly, "son, don't be afraid of difficulties, don't be unconfident, work harder than others, and all the surprises will come as scheduled." Come on! " These words inspired me. Since then, I have been paying attention to the class. If I can't, I will study hard and ask questions. I have to check for leaks and fill vacancies at night, and I don't go to bed until after ten o'clock. Whenever I can't hold on, my father reminds me to hold on. In this way, my grades have gradually improved, and there is also a fragrance of flowers watered by sweat. Wow! It smells good!
Finally, it's the day of the final exam. I walked into the examination room with great excitement, and my thoughts surged like a tide, pouring thousands of miles, and I felt hearty and carefree. Three days later, I got my report card. Wow! I actually got the third place in the exam! I jumped three feet happily and jumped into the park excitedly. Plum blossoms are blooming on the branches, and when I smell them, they smell more fragrant than usual; Red maple flutters in the wind, as if cheering for me. The surrounding scenery turned into a wonderful smell and came at me. I took a deep breath and said loudly, "Wow, it smells good."
Grandma Bing Xin once said, "People are only amazed at the brilliant reality of the flower of success, but his original bud has permeated with tears of struggle and shed blood rain of sacrifice." Life is like this. Only by working hard can successful flowers bloom more fragrant!
Wow, it smells good. A faint scent of ink lingers on my nose. Reminds me of the first time I smelled him.
I remember when I was in the second grade, I walked into the calligraphy classroom with trembling legs. "Wow, it stinks!" The smell of ink came to my face, and the whole classroom was like a smoke stove, which made me want to vomit. I always thought calligraphy was boring.
The teacher took me to the next row. Hold the pen with your thumb. The index finger presses to one side, the middle finger hooks the pen, and the ring finger and the little finger cling to each other, exerting force, twisting the wrist and hanging the elbow. This series of actions has already made me impatient, and I can't hold on for a few minutes. I'm really not interested in calligraphy class! When I barely learned to hold a pen, the teacher finally began to teach me the first word "Tian". Looking at the days sketched by the teacher, I can't help but think of "the pen walks the dragon and snake" and "flowing clouds and flowing water". I made up my mind that I must write more beautifully than the teacher. I opened the ink bottle and poured thick black ink on the inkstone. I found it was not so pungent and unpleasant, and I began to imitate it eagerly. After writing, I found that my word "Tian" was very rigid and only simple strokes were pieced together. I can't understand what the teacher wrote. The teacher patiently wrote it again. The first is "press, write, lift, receive ..." I wrote it again and again according to the steps the teacher said, and finally I wrote something similar, as if the word Abel Tamata had been revitalized.
Later, the teacher talked about his experience. He said, "When I was young! I am the only one in my class who is forced by my parents to practice calligraphy and copy 1000 words a day. If you can't write well, that's a ruler to serve. " I was surprised and said, "Huh?" The teacher said, "Yes! Everything is difficult at the beginning, don't think about eating fat. "
Only then did I know that it was his indomitable spirit that made him a talented person.
Now open the ink bottle again, and a fragrant ink smell blooms in the air. "Wow, it smells good!" I think this is not only the fragrance of ink, but also the persistent spirit I learned from my teacher.
Wow, it smells good. In the wet soil, little creatures lie quietly, growing and growing!
The flowers bought online have arrived these days. I like these little animals very much, so I planted them myself on Arbor Day. This is the first time I have cultivated plants from seeds.
In the following days, I began to get busy and take care of them. Watering and supplementing some nutrition have become my daily necessities. You see, when watering, water flows into the soil from the mouth of the cup. Water fiddles with the soil like a curious archaeologist. The soil seems to have been swelled by water and floated like a bubble. Then explore the water and lie on the ground. In this way, a big pit appeared in the soil, but the seeds were stuck firmly in the soil.
A few days later, the fresh smell of grass got into my nostrils. I looked down and saw that the bud was sprouting. It was tender and green, so I leaned over and smelled it. Elegant freshness and earthy smell broke into my olfactory system. Wow, it smells good!
Waiting, waiting, the branches and leaves began to rush out of the soil, breathing the cool air, which was pregnant with her Tong Lei. The bud is tied to the branch, graceful but shy. Just like a girl covering her excited face with her hand, and like a nurse wearing a mask during the epidemic, she can't show all-round purpose, but the fragrance she carries is so elegant but slightly shy. The smell is in the air. Wow, it smells good!
Grow up, grow up, Bud is no longer a shy girl in flower season, but a charming beauty. The elegant fragrance has turned into a mature and rich fragrance. I saw this flower unearthed very high, full of twists and turns, and the rich fragrance was scattered in the air from the petals. It is a persistent fragrance, sweet, like honey, and sweet as molasses.
Wow, it smells good! This is the fragrance of life and nature!
Wow, it smells good. I often think of the old duck soup made by my grandfather when I was a child. When I took a big pot, it wouldn't smell like Wan Li when I lifted the lid, and the small room was full of rich fragrance. A bite down, tender as silk, and everyone who has eaten it applauds. According to my father, the secret of this soup lies in the word "boil". Cooked for a long time, the taste will come out.
In the second grade, I beat a lot of plums in the community and put them in a big glass jar with white wine and rock sugar in it. Plum, after the baptism of time, keeps ups and downs, and the wine gradually turns yellow and becomes smaller. Finally, all colors and flavors are melted into the wine. The wine is amber and the plums are golden. On holidays, friends get together, and amber lights illuminate the whole house, which looks like Buddha's light at first glance. Take a sip and leave the fragrance in your mouth.
In recent days, I read Mr. Yu's book "There is no limit to passers-by", saying that culture depends on precipitation, and the longer it takes, the thicker it becomes. Time is a discerning person. After the erosion of history, those radical rumors were washed away like pebbles. The real boulder has stood for thousands of years, and it will last forever despite the washing of time.
Isn't that what reading is all about? "There is a golden house in the book, and there is Yan Ruyu in the book". Can something as jade as gold be tasted? When you cook a book, only when you cook the fragrant calligraphy in your heart can fire be counted, and it will be really fragrant when it is out of the pot.
Dealing with people is a heavy word. Heaven rewards diligence, and life is like cooking old duck soup. The longer it is cooked, the more fragrant it will be. Life is also like brewing plum wine. The more you accumulate, the more fragrant you are.
I remember again, the pot of golden soup. Wow, it smells good!
Wow, it smells good. 10 stroll through the forest path. In the crisp sound of birds singing, I said, "Wow, it smells good!" I couldn't help taking a deep breath. Sure enough, a sweet sweet osmanthus fragrance came to the nose, with a long fragrance and endless aftertaste. Follow the fragrance and walk forward, and you will see a sweet-scented osmanthus tree with lush foliage and golden flowers scattered among the green leaves like stars, which is playful and lovely.
I saw osmanthus trees, bathed in sunshine, emitting fragrance and dazzling gold in the bleak autumn wind. A gust of wind blew, the branches and leaves swayed, and the golden color of the trees fluttered and fell with the wind, like a golden osmanthus rain, and the ground was covered with a golden blanket, which was so beautiful that people could not bear to step on it. I sighed in my heart, sighing that all the flowers were blown down by the wind. When I looked up, the golden flowers were still covered with branches. It seems that the osmanthus rain that has just fallen is still quietly giving a sweet fragrance to the flowers full of trees. "Wow, it smells good!" I can't help mumbling.
The flower of osmanthus fragrans is very small and unremarkable, like a grain of rice. It can't compare with the elegance of peony and the brilliant red of pomegranate, and even when it will bloom, people don't know. Only when they passed by and smelled a sweet-scented osmanthus, did people know, "Ah, the sweet-scented osmanthus is in bloom!" This is how it grows and blooms in obscurity.
Isn't this like those ordinary heroes around us? They have no vigorous deeds, they are doing their own work silently in their respective posts, but it is precisely because of their silent dedication and their silent waiting that we are now happy and peaceful. Isn't life just like this ordinary osmanthus tree, blooming silently and quietly emitting a fragrance?
This sweet-scented osmanthus full of trees and branches, "Wow, it smells good!"
Wow, it smells good. Composition 1 1 Spring is the day when rape blossoms bloom.
Overnight, rape blooms all over bloom. In the fields, golden patches are like tapestries of Huang Cancan. I certainly don't want to miss this wonderful day.
So, I went to the rape field to enjoy the golden scenery everywhere. On that day, the rape blossoms were very vigorous, and the tiny yellow flowers gathered together to form a complete big rape blossom.
At this time, a spring breeze broke free from the blow of relaxation and freedom, and clusters of rape flowers danced with it. The golden spray is overwhelming, as if there is a raging giant hose at the bottom of the water, which keeps churning and stirring the water surface.
Standing among such rape flowers, I couldn't help taking a deep breath. A thick unique fragrance of rape flowers got into the tip of my nose and made me intoxicated by this fragrance. "Wow, it smells good!" I gave a heartfelt sigh. Yes, rape blossoms sprinkle its fragrance into the air, and the air carefully blends it with small water droplets and lets it brew slowly. In this way, rape has its own fragrance because of the help of small water droplets.
However, when I leaned over to smell a rape flower, the intoxicating fragrance disappeared. That's because the fragrance of a single rape flower is not strong, but there are so many faint scents that come together and become refreshing and mellow.
I can't help admiring rape blossoms. They are so United. Together, they become a vast golden ocean, an intoxicating fragrance. Have we ever reflected on ourselves? Never think that you are insignificant and can't help the team. On the contrary, a team is a group of seemingly insignificant people who get together and eventually have great power. As Mr. Lu Xun said, "Only the soul of the people is valuable. Only by carrying it forward can China make real progress."
As long as we put our hearts together, stick to our goals, and then contribute our strength to the team, there will be a huge leap.
Wow, it smells good. Composition 12 is full of wisdom and landscape, and love is sent by pen and ink; The essence of calligraphy is immersed in a little pen and ink.
Throughout the ages, in China, Iraqis leaned against the door, fireworks were cold, red makeup was all over the city, but ink still existed. inscription on a tablet
Guided by this ink fragrance, I came to the palace of the Han Dynasty. The emperor sitting in the middle is giving ink to the ministers. According to "Han Gong Yi", "Shang Shuling, Xiao, Wu. Lang, the moon gives you a big ink and a small ink. " The tribute of precious ink, in front of the inkstone, exudes a refreshing fragrance and wears out the whole history.
The ink fragrance of the Qin people witnessed the changes of the dynasty.
In Jin Dynasty, cursive script set off a frenzy. In this era, Wang Xizhi, a modern calligraphy master, was born. His library is always full of ink. He loved calligraphy, dipped the steamed bread in ink and ate it with relish, unaware of it.
Ceng Gong's "Mo Chi Collection" said: "The taste of Xi yearns for Zhang Zhi, learning books in Linchi, and the water in the pool is black." People with armies in Rainbow are already permeated with ink. Thousands of years later, when people open his original works and revisit his study and square mill, they will be amazed: Wow, it smells good!
A thousand years have passed, and everyone has gone, but that ink, like his soul, lasts forever. "If you are amazing, if you are graceful, if you are Youlong", it will last forever in this Ying Ying ink fragrance.
For me living in modern times, the book kiosk is my favorite place to go. Grandpa San is also a calligrapher, but he doesn't call himself an artist. His goal is to leave the ink on the performance paper forever and pass it on from generation to generation.
No matter whether it is hot summer, cold winter, leisurely or heavy, whenever I open the old wooden door of the bookcase, this ink will always climb up to my heart and drive away all the haze, just like clearing the clouds to see the sun.
In the ink of that inkstone, I seem to see the scene of the imperial pen writing down the will; Close your eyes, as if at the end of Mo Xiang, drunken Wang Xizhi wrote a beautiful essay "Preface to Lanting".
Do you smell it? That wisp of ink has traveled all over the world and witnessed a glorious history; Fragrant fragrance, drifting into the distance.
Wow, it smells good. Grandma likes growing flowers.
At that time, I always liked to run to my grandparents' house. Every time I see grandma there, I am busy watering the flowers or fertilizing. When flowers bloom and orchids abound, long and narrow leaves are graceful, and a pink smiling face emerges from time to time. What kind of white and elegant charm has aroused my imagination, and the phoenix-like charm is quite proud.
I think grandma likes not only planting flowers, but also smelling their fragrance.
Unlike grandma, grandpa doesn't like flowers. He wouldn't have spent a penny if grandma hadn't let him take charge. Grandpa often tells me that the flowers are too fragrant and I smell uncomfortable.
Since grandma died, I thought those flowers would die, but I didn't expect to be well raised by grandpa.
Grandpa also began to like growing flowers. Grandpa began to water and fertilize the flowers clumsily like grandma: his hands trembled and he measured them carefully. Although he is a bit clumsy, he is very serious and devoted, as if he is doing the most important thing in life.
Another summer came, and I went to my grandparents' house. Before I entered the door, I smelled a refreshing flower fragrance floating out of the room. After entering the door, I smell the long-lost flowers, as if I were in a paradise, which makes people linger.
Grandpa likes to chat with me, anecdotes about my parents' childhood, stories about my grandmother, and the days when two people fell in love. Gradually, the voice dropped and I couldn't hear it. In the long silence, only flowers are flowing. I understood what he was thinking, but I was silent.
Head down, eyes white, can't see anything. I love it to the extreme, and I can only express it through that potted flower. The fragrance of flowers in the room is grandpa's endless yearning for grandma. I can't forget the fragrance of flowers.
Wow, it smells good. These days are the time when osmanthus flowers are in full bloom, and that fragrance reminds me of my childhood.
I remember one morning when I was a child, I opened the window and smelled the flowers. "wow! It smells good! " I sighed and opened my eyes. It turned out to be osmanthus. I like osmanthus best. It does not have the same posture as other flowers. Looks stupid. When it doesn't bloom, the trees are full of leaves; But when it blooms, it can easily become a tree flower. The fragrance is even more charming, drifting ten miles and intoxicating.
Osmanthus fragrans is in bloom, and it must be Osmanthus Jelly. Picking osmanthus is the most fun thing. I rolled over and got out of bed. I couldn't put on my socks. I carried a big basket and followed my mother to the osmanthus tree. This sweet-scented osmanthus picking is also exquisite. The flowers picked by hand are ten times more fragrant than those picked by the wind. So I made a bet with my mother to see who picked more. I shook the tree hard and sang, "shake, shake, shake to the Waipo Bridge". Osmanthus fragrans have fallen like snowflakes. My head, body and shoes are covered with osmanthus fragrans. I looked at my mother. She leaned over, picking osmanthus flowers one by one, tilting her head from time to time and sipping her mouth at me.
Soon we filled a big basket of osmanthus fragrans, first picked out the twigs and leaflets from it, and then exposed them to the sun. After a few days in the sun, we will have golden dried osmanthus. At this time, my mother will make tea and Osmanthus Jelly with dried osmanthus. If I add a little dried osmanthus to the glutinous rice balls, I will eat two bowls at a time. At this time, my mother always scolds me as a greedy cat and gives me a cup of osmanthus tea.
In autumn and October, the whole city is immersed in the fragrance of osmanthus. Every time I smell this familiar sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance, my mother's smiling face will appear in my mind, and I can't help but sigh: "It smells good!"
Wow, it smells good. Composition 15 is full of poems and books, and the best thing is that books can go far! -inscription
Open the thin paper of Tang poetry and Song poetry, and the yellowed pages are full of ink fermented by the years. Many Tang and Song poems were read one by one, and they accidentally entered the homesickness of the full moon in Zhang Jiuling. "Bright moon, the sea is full at this time, and the horizon is * * * at this time", sniffing between the lines, a thick fragrance of missing slipped into my nose. Wow, it smells good! Looking into the incense, I seem to see Zhang Jiuling in the first room, putting out the candle and looking at the moon, and I can't say how sad I am. "Looking up, I found it was moonlight, and then sinking, and I suddenly thought of home." A wanderer wandering in a foreign land thought that the moon shone on the earth, and no matter where the ends of the earth were, people enjoyed a clear glow, so he looked up at the moon and could send a thousand miles of acacia. For example, Li Bai's poem "My heart is worried about the bright moon, and I will follow you to Yelangxi" is also a fable here.
With the turning of the pages, the lofty sentiments of the soldiers guarding the border came to my face, and the majestic atmosphere of the prosperous Tang Dynasty swept through ... A world full of smoke loomed in the smoke of war, "sniffing" the "lonely city" full of yellow sand and "listening" the lofty aspirations of the soldiers. "Yellow sand wears golden armor in hundreds of battles, but it will never be returned without breaking Loulan", which makes hit floor's oath full of pride, and the determination and ambition of the soldiers to "never break Loulan and never return" make them admire. In Mulan's poems, the breath of the new moon is covered with golden bells, and the cold light shines on the iron clothes; The birthday star of Yanmen, the autumn horn is ringing all over the sky, and the swallows are fat and purple at night; In Qiu Si Fisherman's Pride, people are sleepy, the general's hair is white, and her husband is crying. An era has its grandeur and an era has its spirit. Soldiers in the frontier have no regrets about their responsibilities and do not hesitate about their sacrifices. Today, they have become the nourishment of a national rejuvenation!
Tang poetry and Song poetry are tasted, and the fragrance is scattered on the paper. I can't help but sigh: Wow! It smells good.