Angela R Billips
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Reading is the best learning
Stories (48/0)
Green cycling experience
only my common efforts to reduce the emission of pollution, to guard our common blue sky. It is our common responsibility to take the low-carbon road and build green Huanghua. Let us use our wisdom to pay attention to the changes in the natural environment, use our conscience to stop the environment from being destroyed, use our enthusiasm to spread the concept of environmental protection, and use our courage to change our living habits. For the sake of your health and mine, for the sake of environmental protection, and the sake of the green earth, we hope that citizens and friends will actively participate in the action of "green travel and low-carbon life" so that our hometown will have more green, more smooth traffic, more civilization, more health and more happiness.
By Angela R Billips2 years ago in Fiction
I have you with me in my year
You, with your infinite and profound heritage, have a unique taste of your own. The taste is not as gentle as a mother's love, but as intoxicating as the poppy. Soon after I came into the world, the journey of you and me kicked off ......
By Angela R Billips2 years ago in Fiction
Mother's love, that deepest brand
Love, a clear spring in the desert, nourishes my heart; love, a song in my dreams, warms my heart; love, a shining star in the night sky, illuminates my eyes ...... mother's love is the holiest and greatest chapter in love, I praise mother's love, I sing the praise of mother's love because my mother's love is like a brand imprinted on my heart, forever and ever. It will never go away!
By Angela R Billips2 years ago in Fiction
Take a step, take another step
When the May Day holiday arrived, I couldn't wait to go back home to Suqian to participate in a hike around Lake Loma. My original intention was to accompany my grandmother who was old but insisted on participating, but the hike became an unforgettable experience for me.
By Angela R Billips2 years ago in Fiction
Unseen Passing
The passing time falls into the sea, startling a circle of ripples, rendering a halo, swirling in everyone's heart. Everyone knows that time is alive, he has wings, can be a day a thousand miles; sometimes and capriciously dragging, hesitant. And you know that time is also a cute child, will play a little nature, pampered. He has a remarkable memory, happy, sad, sweet, sour, and bitter, everything comes to mind, all in front of you.
By Angela R Billips2 years ago in Fiction
The poetic feelings in the Tang Dynasty
When the night is over and no one is around, there is always a voice whispering: why do I yearn for the Tang Dynasty? The answer came from the gurgling water of the mind after half a day of pondering: because the Tang Dynasty is inhabited by a hundred flavors of Tang poetry. That love pulled my heart and made me come to the Tang Dynasty with the wind.
By Angela R Billips2 years ago in Fiction
Life can not lack poetry
Love literature, like poetry, every time late at night look up at the sky and cherish the busy life in a little poetry. When I lived in the 319 dormitories, the boys in class 10 would often stargaze on a clear night, and the brilliant stars were like sparks bursting out of a black flame. I was amazed that they could accurately understand the positions and names of the constellations, and even more amazed that amid their busy studies, they not only had such leisure time but also accumulated knowledge that would not appear on these test papers. The garden of the mind should not be deserted in reality, just as Tao Qian said, "The garden will be overgrown, and I will not return". The garden should be carefully guarded, and what watered the flowers and plants in the garden should be poetry! Life should not lack poetry.
By Angela R Billips2 years ago in Fiction
Where to the edge
The tide rises and falls, and the edge gathers and dies. Is a natural law, but also reincarnation. Look for a long time, used to seeing. You suddenly forget this time and space to see the scene, the truth contained. So you are left and right by yourself in a small world, can not pass. This feeling is like looking at a bull from the horn, like taking a point at the surface. This feeling is like a frog at the bottom of the well looking at the sky as if it does not know the sky is high. So you, are happy when you are happy, sad when you are sad.
By Angela R Billips2 years ago in Fiction