The wind and rain are still the same, and the years are still the same, but human beings have moved from eating blood to drinking blood to McDonald's culture and from Aristotle to Einstein. ...

With a long history, the naked Yuanmou man has long been replaced by modern people wearing gold and silver. The original "common prosperity * * * fate" of public ownership has been changed to "everyone cleans his own door" under capitalism. This is a kind of historical progress, or the retrogression of mankind itself!

Everyone loves beauty. A person's external beauty is a sculpture and a distinctive work of art. Some people care too much about this short-lived meteor-like value and whitewash it. Time is long, and time waits for no one. Since ancient times, there has been a saying that people are old. It's hard for me to imagine what a natural person would look like without a hypocritical appearance. Only the beauty of mind is eternal, the most beautiful in the world and what modern people should pursue.

We should not criticize those who love beauty too harshly, but should praise those who are beautiful inside. Since humans know how to blur themselves with decoration, some people have begun to be indifferent to the decoration of the mind. In the neon-lit downtown street, the girl who looks like a fairy shows the way to the disabled, and the handsome "son" laughs at the disabled. Most people with normal psychology will praise the former, but how many "heroes" will stand up and stop the latter? Yes, we should not ignore the just power of a very small number of people in society. The people's liberation army swore to defend the country, and ordinary college students drowned for the elderly. Maybe his (her) contribution is small, but his (her) life is perfect. Who can say that he or she is not the most beautiful in the world?

Humans want to beautify their homes and long for their own beauty, but they can't go to extremes, paying too much attention to the beauty of appearance and ignoring the beauty of the soul-the eternal theme of the times. The soul is a symbol of human dignity, and human history is always advancing, just because people always have a head that can't be lowered and don't give in to evil forces. It's really terrible when the window of your soul is covered with dead leaves, dirt, spots and even cancer. Let us always look at it with our insightful eyes, build a beautiful home with a pair of loving hands, and decorate people's external beauty.

Coconut groves rustle, which is the call of nature;

The dove flew into the sky and sent a message of peace.

No smoke, no fog.

Quiet.

A red sun rises in the dark,

That is the crystallization of love.

There is always the beauty of the soul-and then one day, our eternal pursuit!

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Gently open the book, there is a story about a boy struggling to climb to the top of a tree, clutching a bird in his hand, just to send it home. This passage tempted me to look under every tree. I always look forward to seeing that boy. Cheer him up and hope he can catch the bird. What about me? Will quietly take off the nest and give it to him, and enjoy the joy and happiness of the bird returning to the nest with him. Isn't this the beauty full of goodness?

Slowly analyzing the album, there is a picture of a group of old impala. In order to save the impala, they actually used their bodies as pedals. After the impala ran out, it fell into the valley. This scene left me speechless. How I want to become a rainbow bridge, so that these impala can save the day, warm their cold hearts with the light of the rainbow, and support their falling bodies with clouds. Then use this endless bridge to send this group of impala into the forest and disappear into a lush. Isn't this the beauty of selflessness?

Looking at the photo album slowly, there is a photo of dandelion waiting for a distant child to return. When I am old, I refuse to hang down my yellow head and quietly wrap my body with a grass. Despite the test of wind, rain and sun, I never waver. I just expect my children to return. This moment is firmly buried in my heart, taking root and sprouting silly fantasies, hoping to find its children and give them to it. Don't let it rot into the soil, and really feel the forgetfulness of reunion after a long separation. Isn't this full of affectionate beauty?

In fact, you can easily find it. There is no shortage of beauty in this world, but the eyes that find beauty. As long as we grasp it, cherish it and polish our eyes, we will not let the original fresh heart form a thick cocoon. Then, the fragrance of beauty will linger on your nose.

Let's bathe in the story, let's smoke incense in the picture, and let's carefully comb the feathers of love and beauty in the photo-OK?