A drizzling and rainy autumn rain completely pulled me out of the fantasy that everything is free and unfettered with me, from the blue sky clouds of thousands of miles. I haven’t sighed the passing of time yet, it has already entered the rainy autumn, and I have to sigh that time does not treat others. The rain had been falling for nearly two days. Somehow, the mood of these days was as low as the weather. Maybe it was because the mid-term exam fell down and the review was not good, it may also be the boredom of the rain these days, just like the flies hit in autumn, wandering around without knowing what to do. The mid-term exam is approaching. This is the first exam to enter the Second Middle School of Shan county. Be sure to get off to a good start. However, when reading books one by one yesterday, the key knowledge was almost forgotten. There is still a week before the exam, and it is not enough to review carefully. I don’t know what to do, and I am worried. Especially for subjects of science, such as mathematics, chemistry, physics and so on, the formula is extremely troublesome. Try one after another and deduct one after another. If there is a formula that doesn’t understand, that is really going to cause big trouble. It’s all right. I had to stick to the pile of books with the mentality of breaking the Rubicon and becoming justice if I didn’t succeed. I kept reviewing the theorem. This music was better than that of Emperor Xi, Hey Hey. Liberal arts are relatively easy to say. Since I was a child, I like literature and so on, so I don’t have to worry too much about these subjects. Since I was promoted to high school, I learned Russian, which is relatively simple, so I feel a little slack in liberal arts. I calculated it roughly. I got a full score of over 1,000 points, but I didn’t ask for much. It would be enough if I passed 600, and it would be OK if I passed. It was 1.8 thousand miles away from the goal I set when I just entered school, so I had to redouble my efforts. As expected, I answered that saying, “when do you know when you miss each other? At this time, this night is embarrassed; When you come into my love door, you know that I miss each other, I miss each other for a long time, and I miss each other for a long time, just as I didn’t know each other at the beginning.. The hazy love in adolescence really makes people happy and worried. Boys of sixteen or seventeen years old all want the joy and shame of the girl in their hearts. It is true that they are still very sweet to be beaten and scolded. (I know how it feels, I am also a person who is often beaten and scolded by her). There was a thin piece of paper like a cicada wing in the middle, and both of them knew clearly in their hearts, but no one was willing to speak first. I don’t know what others think, but I think there are three results after speaking. One is that they become lovers happily, and the other is that they become strangers from now on, I will pretend that I don’t know anyone in the future, but I still want to pay attention to each other slightly in my heart. The third is to be friends as before after rejection. Forget it, forever buried in my heart. They were afraid of those bad friends. As long as they were talking with her in high spirits, they went up to get involved and ridiculed there. Every time they ended up in embarrassment, when can I study well. The rain was as confused as smoke, and the wind rushed into the body with a chill. A single coat could not resist the cold rain in autumn. I remember that at this time in previous years, the leaves of pomegranate trees in my family would fall down with the wind, which was very beautiful. The wind was a little strong, just like a dragon rolling dead leaves and butterflies dancing, the starlight and rain were all over Qiankun, what kind, compared with it, it is not shy. I really want to go back and have a look. Forget it, stop talking about it, miss home again, the rain outside is heavy again.

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It lasted for half a month in XX city, where the temperature was 39 °c and the rain did not drop. Tonight, the wind was finally strong, thanks to the help of the construction unit, it could be said that Miss Sanshui had experienced the severity of a highly simulated sandstorm in Beijing. All of a sudden, the plastic bags flying all over the sky were mixed with yellow sand as if they were holding a Party, and the cheers were totally out of order. At this time, Miss Sanshui’s emotional feelings could be regarded as overflowing. When everyone hurriedly closed their windows, however, the emotional Miss Sanshui opened the window to overlook the distance and felt the feeling of long hair fluttering like the spring breeze in the TV series. It was very funny, and I also wanted to laugh, this is really a funny clown sitcom with great humor. As you can imagine, you can totally imagine that the whole living room, sofa, tea table, floor, TV and so on have already been filled with yellow sand in Miss Sanshui’s home. Obviously, the creation of this fierce wind was a little strong with thunder and rain, but it did not disappoint others. Although the rain brought was not much, at least it lacked the sunlight, but it is far enough to satisfy the heart that people dare not expect. This also calmed down Miss Sanshui who had been agitated for a long time. She came to the window where she hadn’t come for a long time. Of course, it was necessary to clean the sand on the table. She opened the diary which had not been opened for a long time, when I mentioned something that the gel pen almost had no ink, I found that I was speechless and didn’t know how to write. I wanted to express my feelings in literature and art, but unexpectedly, an untimely feeling emerged from Miss Sanshui’s armpit. Yes, you guessed it right, and it was perfect. There is a small poke of hair which is growing at a speed that can’t cover the ears just like the newly sprouted seedlings, and it is very annoying. So in the next scene, you can see an artistic young woman with pen and paper in front of her, stretching her arms and pulling her armpit hair one by one, you dare not make fun of the serious appearance. Finally, Miss Sanshui pulled out one armpit hair after another calmly with little patience at ordinary times, and at the moment she pulled out the last one, she felt a long sigh of relief. So she decided to clean up the scene, and then looked for the writing inspiration that she had been absent again. Obviously, she overestimated her control of inspiration, so Miss Sanshui, who huddled her feet on the bench and held her chin with one hand and pretended to think, finally decided not to struggle for death after ten minutes in a daze. I closed the diary bitterly and walked out of the room to the window of the living room again. The extremely boring Miss Sanshui was so idle that she suddenly came up with an idea. At this time, my mother was about to get off work. The wind was strong outside, there was a lot of sand, and the rain was small. Do you want to send an umbrella, so you have something to do. Miss Sanshui who thought like this opened the window on the balcony again and stretched out her hand to feel the situation outside. The crazy storm sand was still raging in the air, while the raindrops were from small to gone. This made Miss Sanshui very depressed and there was no reason to go out. Of course, if she really went out, no one would stop her, but going out in such weather seemed to be something that fools were unwilling to do, you can imagine such a big dust, no rain, only strong wind. I bet I would be a gray man after going out for a round. Time kept flowing in the state of Miss Sanshui, without any intention of staying. While sighing that the wasted time was a pity, it was also helpless. Miss Sanshui, oh, contradictory Miss Sanshui, emotional Miss Sanshui, time is wasted like this. Ding Dong, Ding Dong’s mother came back. The emotional Miss Sanshui finally put away that sensibility. She took the bag in her mother’s hand instead of regretting her lost time. Her instinctive reaction was to find something delicious. Miss Sanshui regained her original vivacity and childishness, and she no longer sighed and thought more about what she had.

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I got up at 4: 30 in the morning and looked outside the window. There was already a red cloud in the sky. The sky was not bright yet, and the color of the ground was gradually changing. It became brighter when my head shook. The sea breeze blew, and the purr never stopped. In a hurry, I took a sip of tea soaked in cold water, took the camera, and went to the levee by the sea, sitting there waiting for the sunrise. Maybe it was because I read Ba Jin’s articles from childhood that I had a yearning from the bottom of my heart for the sunrise on the sea and for the arrival of those glorious and magnificent moments. I traveled thousands of miles to the seaside just for this moment. There was only a line of red clouds in the sky, which gradually lit up, but there was no golden edge on the clouds. The clouds above the head are thick, and occasionally there is a small Sky exposed outside. I looked towards the east with my eyes motionless. Only layers of waves on the Sea ran towards the shore far away, and waves rose higher than waves. The bright light in the East Sky jumped on the edge of layers of waves, with beautiful wavy lines and faint golden light. Looking back around, the mottled clouds covered the whole sky. There was only a piece in the West without clouds, revealing a piece of clean pink and blue. In the place with sparse clouds above the head, the east of the clouds was dyed red by the sun, especially bright, just like clouds of cotton floating in the void. On the east side of the building, there are also some reddish ones. The early tide popped up the shore, followed by a row, rolling up thousands of snow flowers, each spray was dyed golden, flying and jumping on the shore. My dog is a little small, and I don’t know when it will follow me. My eyes are blurred by the wind. I took a lot of photos, but I don’t know, because the sea breeze had blown the long hair on her around, and she couldn’t come even if she was called. She was already muddled by the wind. I have been waiting on the long bank, waiting for the arrival of that magnificent moment. In the East sky, there were only thick clouds. The sun never showed its face, except that a piece of red glow slowly expanded. There was a small gap of dark clouds, which suddenly became brighter. Seeing that the sun was about to break away from the cover of clouds, it jumped out, but between sahaa, it was covered by thick clouds again. Only in the Far East, a glow broke through the dark clouds and splashed on the sea. The sea immediately became red with golden light. I was so excited that I didn’t have time to take the touching moment with the camera in my hand, disappeared in a flash. Looking at the watch, it was already 5.4 Ten. I used to drive in the high-speed morning of the plain and knew the exact moment when the sun came out: At 05:20, a red sun was rising steadily, and there were only some bright outlines in the distant village, the mist covered the silent cottage like gauze, the green rice waves in the field, the white tassel fluttering slowly in the morning wind, the early birds jumping in it, a line of wild geese flying over the face of the red sun, the beauty is suffocating. I also sat there quietly in the morning on the beach of Beidaihe, waiting for the sunrise. There was a thin morning mist floating on the beach. Some early children had already watched the east by the sea. The mountains in the distance are dark, and a beautiful curve is drawn by the sun. Some people pushed the boat and prepared to go to the sea. Maybe the sunrise on the sea was more spectacular. When the sun came out, the tide wetted the beach by the sea. The sun reflected on it, and grains of sand flashed golden light. The whole coast was golden, Golden Beach! I really want to rush over and play a few rolls to make myself Golden and beautiful! However, today, this morning, this island in the East China Sea, the sun on the sea, was blocked by thick dark clouds and could not come out. The sky was already bright, and the distant islands had already got some outlines. The early tide calmed down slowly. Except that the sea surface in the east was brighter than others, I couldn’t see the magnificent sunrise which made me excited and jumped and shouted. No. There is no one around me, my dog, and I don’t know where to go. I sat still on the dam of the Watergate on the bank, feeling the sea breeze quietly. The sea breeze that never stopped for a moment, touching my skin and my face warmly and softly, murmured in my ear, as if comforting my injured heart. I wanted to cry at the seaside, but this cry was not because I didn’t see the sunrise today, but because my life of half a hundred years should end! I didn’t cry. Because countless lessons from life have taught me that the greater the hope is, the more disappointment it will be. It is better to accept the reality calmly. God won’t let you watch the sunrise, don’t you complain? God won’t let you have a complete home, can you jump into the sea by yourself? All an act of God! Although the lost will never come back, I also got a lot of things. I didn’t see the magnificent sunrise, but I saw the slapping bank like the early tide, Wake up like the Earth and start like a new day! I lost my home, traveled all over the world, accompanied by the stars and the moon, and the countless beautiful scenery were with me. What else am I not satisfied? I went back to the car alone, set up tables and chairs, turned on the computer, and wrote my mind. A ray of sunshine suddenly ran to my desk. Looking outside through the car window, it was already full of clouds and the sun was already high in the sky.

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This is a building like a city tower, standing tall, witnessing the movement of five hundred years. Here is the ancient observatory of Beijing.

Muddy instrument, simple instrument and theodolite, which once recorded the bright starry sky of history, recalled silently here. Those familiar or unfamiliar names and their achievements of Guo Shoujing, Zhang Heng and Shen Kuo were presented one by one in the exhibition hall here. The Ancient Observatory, a place with vast universe, is now located in the middle of the bustling city, so close to the noise and so far from the noise. In the exhibition hall of the Old Quadrangle in Beijing, ancient trees, yellow flowers and green trees are quiet and leisurely like a paradise. Under the shade of mulberry trees, a bronze exquisite instrument in the garden was waiting for the fall of night. When night falls, looking up at the starry sky, listening to the singing of the Book of Songs: there is enlightenment in the east, and Chang Geng in the West. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the 30th year of my WeChat era

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