阳光是一种语言,那金色的光束是句句亲切的话语。它总是静静地播撒着,但我总能听到耳边响起的亲切清甜的话语——是他们总在我孤独软弱时给予我有力的帮助。还记得上个学期,我被老师推荐参加学校的作文比赛。坐在一个靠 The sun is a language, and the golden beam is a friendly sentence. It is always quietly planting, but I can always hear the sweet, sweet words that whisper to my ears - that they always give me powerful help when I am alone and weak. I still remember that last semester, I was recommended by the teacher to participate in the school composition competition. Sitting on a lean