英语作文之每天清晨的风景.doc

A huge watery red moon rise up from the village east of the wilderness spreading shades of dusk, the village smoke more thick, and seems to have caught the sort of sad the red moon. The sun is just down below the horizon, there still remained a long avenue of Ziyun. A few small stars temporarily out of pale light in between the moon and sun. The village hazy with an air of mystery, the dog that does not bark, the cat is not called, ducks and geese are all dumb. The moon, the sun, the stars when burning, a child came from a half-open gate, a drill Chapman, he immediately turned into gray shadow a ghostly, gently float. He walked along the village after the embankment soothing floating leaves withered withered grass, willow wheezing and sallow rings like a river. He walked slowly, in the slight sound Bacillus bow leaves broken, jumped on the riverbank. On the bank, he squatted down over his shadow, his body is much larger than. Until tomorrow morning he curled up like a frog at the bottom of the sweet potato vine in the same die, the village people surrounded the group looked at him, most people dont know his age, few people know his name. At that time, his parents were all staring eyes, like the fish eyes, unable to accurately answer questions about the children. The villagers proposed. He is a thin black, big mouth, nose and short, eye elastic rich never know what a sick boy. He climbed to the tree skill. Tomorrow morning, he must use the ass facing the rising sun, his face buried deeply in black melon seedling. A group of people to face such as the desolate desert, watching his than other parts of the body color slightly lighter. The ass covered with scars, also be full of sunshine, people looked at it, as if looking at a beautiful face, like looking at myself. he squatted on the riverbank, hands sandwiched between two legs bend, chin in a sharp knee. He felt his heart like a water rat in the body whish whish like running, sometimes in the throat, sometimes in th