John M McDaniel
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Reading makes me happy
The joys of reading in autumn are manifold: some are for the gain of knowledge, while others are for the gain of mere scraps of material for debate or a joke to make people laugh. No matter what it is, it will make readers feel, happy and forget sorrow.
By John M McDaniel3 years ago in Poets
thunderstorm
Dark clouds shrouded the sky, and there was darkness in front of me. Only when there was lightning, there was a ray of light, sweeping away the dullness caused by the darkness. But after the lightning, there was a rumble of thunder, which seemed to roll over the head, and then banged loudly and exploded, so scary. A flash of light flashed, and I quickly covered my ears... The arrival of thunderstorms In the afternoon, a strong wind suddenly blew outside. Chickens and dogs barked everywhere in the village, and the house became dark. It is going to rain. The leaves shook violently, and there was a "rumbling" sound in the distance, as if coming from the ground. I looked out the window, the sky was covered with dark clouds and the wind was blowing loudly. There were almost no pedestrians on the street, only a few cars were seen passing by quickly. After a while, it rained heavily outside. My window was rattled by the wind, and my mother quickly locked it. During the thunderstorm, I can't turn on the TV, computer, tape recorder, repeater... I have to draw. Another gust of wind swayed people's eyes. I don't know who's window was closed, and there was a sound of glass shattering. The wet print of raindrops appeared on the ground, and gradually became larger. The thunder grew louder, as if to encourage the rain: Everyone jump down! It rained heavily. The sound of thunder became clear, and my grandmother said: This is Li Lei, and it is the most dangerous. The sound of thunder "click" and "click" is really like what is written in "Journey to the West", Lei Gong and Lei Mu are in the cloud and dancing sledgehammers in command. The lines of the lightning are getting thicker and thicker. When a thunder strikes, a lightning bolt cuts through the sky and goes straight to the ground, and the sky becomes like daytime. The rain was intermittent. It was heavy for a while, and it was small for a while. The sound of "rushing" gradually faded away. I didn't know when it would stop. Birds with nests all returned to their nests, and those without nests hid under a big tree, shaking from time to time. The rain fell on his head, and then he hid his head deeply in his neck. The speed of this lightning is getting faster and faster, appearing quickly and disappearing quickly, like a little boy hiding from you, he is wearing bleached clothes, that kind of white is a color that is difficult to adjust on a palette, He combined pale yellow, orange, gray, and light-like white to form the color of this lightning bolt. After the thunderstorm, the sky seems to be bluer and the air is fresher. Maybe the thunderstorm has cleaned them up! After a while, the lightning swept to the horizon, the wind ran into the distance, and the rain quietly went away. The ground in the village is very wet. Except for the dripping sound of "tick" and "tick", the flowers, grass, trees and trees are covered with "new clothes". In the puddle, the dog was licking the water in the small puddle, the chicken came out of the chicken coop again, and foraged leisurely in the yard. Pigeons also came, and the weeping willows by the river were even more beautiful. What a thunderstorm! The sky suddenly turned cloudy, and the sun was shining just now, but in an instant it was covered with thick dark clouds, and the room was pitch dark. Reading a book in front of the window was a lot of effort, so I put down my pen and book and looked out the window. A gust of wind came, and the branches were swaying fiercely, making a clucking sound, as if they would break away from the trunk at any time and be thrown into the distance. I don't know who's window has no hooks, and the uncontrolled windows kept shaking and bumping. Before I could speculate on the consequences, I heard a "bang" and the glass shattered. Dark clouds shrouded the sky, and there was darkness in front of me. Only when there was lightning, there was a ray of light, sweeping away the dullness caused by the darkness. But after the lightning, there was a rumble of thunder, which seemed to roll over the head, and then banged loudly and exploded, so scary. A flash of lightning flashed, and I quickly covered my ears... The raindrops fell immediately. A lot of raindrops, following the wind, fell diagonally on the windowsill of my house, forming one watermark after another in a blink of an eye. Suddenly, the raindrops became very dense, and the buildings and trees in the field of vision were hidden in the vast rain. About half an hour later, the rain stopped and the clouds dissipated. The trees and buildings seemed to be the same, except that they were different from before the rain, and the eyes were fresh.
By John M McDaniel3 years ago in Earth
Early summer
In early summer, a few daffodil flowers have emerged from the low shrubs on the campus. The fragrance of flowers wafts through the classroom, and you can smell it as long as you take a deep breath. This year's Moon Moon is here again. At this time, the teacher's words didn't seem to be as boring as they used to be, and the bells weren't as annoying as they used to be. I was walking on the campus, the soft sunlight hung obliquely on the branches and leaves of the pines and cypresses that never withered, and it seemed so quiet and solemn. On the green lawn and the gray concrete road, the steps are so light that I do not want to break the silence. Under a tree, the midsummer wind blows the familiar skirt and the folds of the skirt, it seems to be a sea, so cool. Perhaps she heard my footsteps, she turned her head, and those eyes were as clear as the autumn sky. Although those eyes were faint, they were honest and straightforward. Back then, it was because of those eyes that I knew her! I thought so. She started walking towards me and said, "I met you here when I was in first grade. You looked at me like a fool with such long hair!" I didn't answer her, just She asked, "Have you left yet?" Her bright eyes dimmed, and she said, "Wait a minute! You used to urge me like this before, even though I'm older than you, you always treat me like a Your sister." I just smiled and said nothing. I suddenly didn't want to leave this place, and looking at the person in front of me, I was even more reluctant to let go. Will I meet a better friend than her in the future? It turns out that this is the taste of farewell. The heart is so painful, but it is too late to start cherishing the old days until now. I had no choice but to watch the moment of saying goodbye to you. Thinking of the days before with you, it was really happy, now we are going to say goodbye, we are all sad. Probably because we thought of going together and stopped talking. We have been very close since the first grade. I stood up from the playground and patted the dust on my body. She turned around suddenly, grinned, and said, "Don't think you're going to graduate, I'll forget about your embarrassment." She seemed to be annoyed and said, "If you dare to speak out, I won't play with you anymore. Humph!" "Maybe I won't be able to play in the future. Okay, let's talk!" Although I didn't care about it, I didn't want to leave. It is still a group of familiar people, and it goes on like this, and nothing changes! The scenery here is good, but I haven't looked back. Everything seems to be unable to withstand the wear and tear of the years. Time always waits behind to forget, and happiness always looks back. My friends, thank you for your company!
By John M McDaniel3 years ago in Poets
