Stones 石头

捡石头已经成为了我们课余时间的一种娱乐。几乎每天出去喂鸟时，我们都会蹲在公园的小沙坑里寻找漂亮的石头。以前我总会去追求透明纯色的石头，但是后来我发现每个石头都有它自己独特的美。其中有一块奇特的石头长了两个“眼睛”和一张“嘴”，有些小石头像蜜蜡一样，还有一个石头有贝壳一样的花纹。我们把收集来的石头浸泡在水里，因为经过水浸透的石头会变得更润。但是泡石头的水需要经常换，基本上新换的水过一天就变质了，而且水中还漂浮着一些絮状物。我想石头也是有生命的吧，照顾他们就像照顾小鱼一样。当我在为石头分类时，发现没有一颗石头是相似的。无论是色泽、透感还是形状。就像每个东西都是独特的，只需要你有一双善于发现美的眼睛还有一颗善于发现美的心。

Picking up stones has become an entertainment in our spare time. Almost every day when we go out to feed the birds, we squat in the park's little sandpit looking for nice rocks. In the past, I always pursued transparent and solid-colored stones, but then I found that each stone has its own unique beauty. Among them, there is a strange stone with two "eyes" and a "mouth", some small stones are like beeswax, and one stone has a pattern like a shell. We soak the collected stones in water, because the water soaked stones become more moist. However, the water used for soaking the stones needs to be changed frequently. Basically, the newly changed water will deteriorate after a day, and there are still some floccules floating in the water. I think stones also have life, and taking care of them is like taking care of small fish. When I was sorting the stones, I found that none of them were alike. Whether it is color, transparency or shape. Just like everything is unique, you only need a pair of eyes that are good at discovering beauty and a heart that is good at discovering beauty.

枫叶变红了

秋天的风慢慢吹过，吹红了枫叶、吹黄了麦草，吹走了短袖、吹来了棉袄。大鹅开始迁徙，门口树上的斑鸠一家也离开了那里的巢。夏天就这样一溜烟儿没了踪影。不过我想树上的巢、晒干的茉莉花一定是它来过的最好证明。乘着早上的风，裹紧外套，我们出门喂鸟、晨跑。早上七点多的天还刚亮没多久，我们发现公园旁边的枫树一夜之间变红了，过不了多久又会是玩雪的季节。黑夜不知在何时降临的更早了，但我相信明天一定是个大好晴天。

Maple leaves turn red

The autumn wind blows slowly, blowing red maple leaves, yellowing wheat straw, blowing away short sleeves, and blowing padded jackets. The big geese started to migrate, and the turtledove family on the tree at the door also left the nest there. In the summer, the smoke disappeared like this. But I think the nest on the tree and the dried jasmine must be the best proof that it has come. Riding the morning wind and wrapping up our jackets, we went out to feed the birds and run in the morning. At seven o'clock in the morning, it was not long before dawn. We found that the maple trees next to the park had turned red overnight, and it would be the snow-playing season soon. I don't know when the night will come earlier, but I believe that tomorrow will be a good sunny day.