Student masterpieces ｜ Better work scene: Outside the window · Sunset · Night

The sun is just right, the wind is over the forest.

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In the evening, I was sitting in the classroom to read a book, and there was a cicada sounding from the window, accompanied by the rustling sound of the breeze blowing through the treetops.

I looked out the window, a touch of sunset hanging on the sky, and a golden "marshmallow" was laughing at the setting sun. At this time, the painted wall of the teaching building has been shining brilliantly by the sunset. The tree by the window seemed to surround a huge lighting light, which became tender green. The workbook in front of the table was red -shot by the oblique sun. "They seemed to be cheering for that beauty." I thought so.

In an instant, the sky became more and more dreamy that day, and it was still golden yellow just now. At this time, it has become pink, as if the sky is flying sweet and delicious.

After a while, the sun in the blue sky seemed to be a fireball that was gradually seen from the naked eye, from pink to blood red, and also burned half of the blue sky into red. Under the setting sun, the colorful clouds in the sky drowned the sun, took full temperature, turned and soaked the sky, and hugged the earth.

There was a group of teenagers running at the playground in the setting sun. The flying sand passing through the air flew in the air, forming a sandstorm, but soon disappeared again, as if never appeared.

I lowered my head, listened to the cicada outside quietly, and only listened to that sonato spread in my ears. Listen carefully, and there is the rustling sound of the evening breeze that blows through the treetops, as if accompanied by the concert in this nature.

At the moment, the sun fell down the horizon, and the fire in the sky was no longer warm, and returned to tranquility. The sky was getting dark, and a round of bright moon replaced the remnant. The bright moon is high, and the clouds are covered with the moon, as if wearing a mysterious veil on the ground, quiet and deep.

I think of my mother's words: "The sky is dark to a certain extent, and the stars will be shining." Looking at the book in front of me, I know that when I memorized words, Alaska's cod was jumping out of the water; when I calculated the mathematical problem, I calculated the mathematical problem At the time, the seagulls on the other side of the Pacific rushed across the city; when I was studying at night, the night sky in the polar circle was scattered.

When I worked hard for my future, I felt those beautiful scenery and were walking step by step.

The night was silent, and I didn't know which tree on the cicada suddenly dragged the long tone. It was obviously at the end of the summer, but it seemed to be shocked.

(Tong Ziyu, the author of Shanxi Province Yongji Electrical Middle School Xingxing Wenyuan student, instructor/Gao Juan)

Source: "Language News · Eighth Grade Edition"

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