Treasure the beautiful composition 1. You can treasure what you like, your favorite works, or your favorite literary works. ...
Everyone has his own unique thoughts and unique aesthetic feeling. Everyone has something he loves, such as a book he loves, a literary work he likes, an unforgettable thing, or something he loves to do.
Everyone has a treasure in his heart, which may be a gift from friends and classmates. Maybe it's a reward from your parents; This may be one of the most unforgettable stories in your memory … but what about me? I'm not like them ...
I want to keep this wonderful time, but the sound of tears is in my ear, and tears have sacrificed this day of laughter. At this point, I have become sentimental. Look, the back of the lost days, there is no impulse to cry, only the deep sadness is surging. ...
What I cherish is some memories of my sixth grade. I remember doing homework and playing with my good classmates at that time. We go to and from school together every day, and we are very happy together every day. Because I think my classmates have been together for a long time, I think we have been together for a long time, and we think this is our wonderful time.
We should learn some famous examples.
Gorky: Gorky was born in a carpenter's house on the Volga River. Before he knew the meaning of death, his father died, and at the same time, his newborn little brother died with his father. From then on, his mother became haggard and lonely. So he went to Jenny's grandmother's house and spent his childhood there. It can be said that it was a sad childhood.
At that time, if Gorky made a mistake, he would be whipped by his grandfather, which was painful. What about us? Although we made mistakes, mom and dad wouldn't beat us, but treated us as "little emperors" and "little princesses" and took good care of us. Therefore, compared with Gorky, we are worlds apart! Gorky's childhood was miserable, so cherish life.
Everyone has beautiful events worth cherishing, but every beautiful event is worth cherishing, so we should cherish the beautiful time in front of us.
Watching the world of flowers falling and clouds rolling and clouds relaxing has gone through more than ten years in a hurry, leaving us not only the beauty of the historical landscape of images, but also the true feelings, pains and joys of the world.
Busy year after year, hard year. Mid-year torture Looking back suddenly, the passage of time is so waiting for no one. Precipitated in the depths of our images, we just need to remember forever.
There are so many beautiful things in our life that we can't hide the hardships, tiredness and unhappiness in life. We should learn to collect them.
In the twists and turns again and again, in the difficulties again and again, even in the despair again and again, open the treasure house of images, and all the beautiful things are presented to you. How beautiful, how beautiful.
Smart collection needs. A person's life is only a few decades, but it doesn't last long. How should we take care of ourselves?
Bernard Shaw has a famous saying that some people have been playing with his pigsty all their lives, and he has become that pigsty, exposing human mistakes and fallacies. Occasionally, we are too tired of life, but we don't know that life is the greatest pleasure. As a result, our hearts only need to be tired. We are not under external pressure, but within ourselves.
Peace of mind means peace of mind, and leisure means leisure. It is better to relieve the pain than to relieve it. Life should really be like a monkey moving corn, picking it up again and again and clearing it again and again. After the troubles, only a pure and beautiful heart remains.
In life, we should learn Tao Yuanming's mentality of picking chrysanthemums under the hedge and seeing Nanshan leisurely. After all, a good life and happiness will open the door to your dreams.
Life is like this, we should learn to collect. Collection is a kind of beauty and the beginning of a better life.
Collecting beautiful things is also a life situation.
Cherish the beautiful composition 3. Walking out of the house is an alley.
Opposite the alley is a garden.
In the garden, a stout banyan tree stands upright, surrounded by a large sea of flowers, which is also densely covered with lush plants. Hundreds of bees are buzzing under the flowers, and butterflies of all sizes are flying around, as if intoxicated in this sea of flowers.
The most beautiful is the garden in spring. The banyan tree put on new green clothes again, emitting a faint green color, and the flowers opened again. The grass crept out of the soil quietly, tender and green. When I get up in the morning, I can always see a group of people walking in the garden and breathing fresh air.
Gardens are the busiest in summer, and the sun shines on the earth. Only that garden can resist the high temperature of the sun. People always go to the banyan tree in the garden at noon to enjoy the cool, fan their fans, and a group of children sit on the bench in the garden, eating popsicles and enjoying the breeze. People can no longer feel the heat of summer.
Three years have passed, and the garden has already fallen into disrepair. Due to people's destruction of the environment, that beautiful garden gradually evolved into a garbage dump. Although the garden no longer exists, I still miss it. Today, three years later, I have moved to another place. The garden became a dump, and no one came near it anymore. I have no chance to go to the garden to enjoy the cool and play again, so I can only meditate with the garden.
Cherish Beauty Composition 4 Beauty is a wonderful feeling, which only exists in an instant. If it is treasured, it will become a permanent memory.
It's beautiful. In fact, it is to describe life and ideals, and the abstraction of quality is very good. "Beauty" and "good" have similar meanings. It is also a kind of vision. So, I can't say who is better. However, in my mind, these two words are equal. There is no distinction between high and low.
If you want to treasure something very important. We just need to find a gorgeous box, put it in carefully, and then cover it. It's that simple. But' beauty' is different and not easy. We need to keep it in our minds, in our hearts and even in our bones. Our brain is like a delicate box. If you want a story to be passed down forever, there is no other way but to burn it into your memory.
Why should we store it? The answer is obvious. Because we want to keep it. Why did we choose to keep it? This is something we can't stand.
If one day, we are forgotten and ignored by the world, the beautiful things in our memories will be played back in our minds. At this time, the loneliness and desolation in my heart have drifted away unconsciously with the white clouds.
In life, there are good things and bad things. It is human nature that no one wants to encounter bad things. It is precisely because of this that our life experience will become more interesting.
However, good things can't stand the changes of time. Ten or twenty years later, when our mouths have no teeth, will you still remember the days when we were young? So, we chose to collect.
I once asked myself, what's the point of doing this? At that time, I just wanted to keep that wonderful moment. Now, I have a new explanation, perhaps to commemorate the crystallization of our wisdom or hard-won achievements. Don't abandon them, because that was what you wanted to keep.
So your world won't be lonely.
There are many beautiful things like stars in the world, and I am like a camera.
Treasure the beautiful composition for 5 days. The sky is blue and the air is clean! The feeling of letting go, affectionate feeling, reluctant feeling and explosive feeling are all injured friendships. They say that Sister Baiyun is pure and clean, which gives people a yearning injury. She and I lay quietly on the green lawn of the park, with our eyes closed at both ends, enjoying the teasing of Sister Baiyun ... We were lying, and no one could see anyone. We all say that the eyes are the windows to the soul, so I really want to try. I sat up sideways, and she was dazed. I looked at her standing figure and stared into her eyes. I leaned on her shoulder and recalled the scene just now. I smiled, we still have such a tacit understanding! But ... things have come to this. Her words broke the quiet sadness. "Why, I don't remember you very much in primary school!" " It's amazing that you suddenly asked me to accompany you! "I was silent, I still depend on her shoulder, I know, she must want to cry now, definitely ... Yes! Elementary school, just drew a perfect full stop! But in my heart and hers, it is not perfect. This is just a wounded friendship, but it is cherished in our hearts. I choked and said, "I don't know, oh, yes!" "In primary school, our vows, our vitality and our tacit understanding were all gone in the summer of 2008, right? This is just a wounded friendship. Let it live in my heart, I am really stupid, I still cherish it! " After I finished, tears appeared in the corner of my eyes, and I have been enduring it! In front of her, I will always be so weak, but at this moment, I seem to be strong, but tears of disappointment still flow down my cheeks ... and fall on her shoulders! She trembled slightly, as if she felt me sobbing, so she turned her back on me and said with a smile, "Look! You are still a child in front of me, and those tears will never stop! " I was surprised and thought: She still knows me so well. I want to get up and avoid talking to her. Who knows! She went on to say, "Don't think I don't know what you want. How can the tacit understanding of so many years disappear, but ... I still want to tell you that I cherish the injured friendship! " She said that and ran away. At the moment she got up, her tears rained down on my cheek. This time, I was shocked! I smiled ... in this way, this winter, although it is very cold and windy, there is a stream of blood flowing into my heart, as if to let me cherish that injured friendship! "Friendship is worth cherishing!" The wind said softly, "that ... wounded friendship makes me feel that I should cherish it!" " "I felt her breathing where she was sitting. At this moment, I smiled, and so did Xifeng. It said, "Yes! Perhaps the most valuable thing in the world is a wounded friendship! "In the distance, I looked at her, I looked at her, and she looked at me. Soon, there was a long and clear voice. Only she and I understood how much friendship hurt!
Cherish the beautiful composition. Melodious music comes from the exquisite music box, lingering in my ears; The girl in a gorgeous dance skirt spins gracefully on the music box, as if to show her graceful dance. This music box is my treasure. It has witnessed my friendship with Yan.
In spring and March, the cold air is getting warmer and warmer, and even people's mood is getting better. Everywhere is the beautiful scene of spring returning to the earth. It happened to be my birthday, and I went out to celebrate with Yan and some friends.
We wandered about the street all afternoon. We went to Pizza Hut, cinemas, amusement parks ..... and left our silvery laughter everywhere. Especially in the journey of 5D Adventure House, vivid pictures, fake cigarettes and rocking chairs really seem to enter a mysterious tunnel. Although it was only a few minutes of adventure, it made us break out in a cold sweat.
When the afterglow of the sunset enveloped the earth, friends took out gifts prepared in advance. These gifts are hidden under the beautiful wrapping paper with flowers that make the finishing point. I am as surprised as a child and can't wait to open the gift (impolite, don't learn from me). There are pink wind chimes in it, which will make a pleasant sound when the wind blows; A small crystal ball, in which lies the lovely Mifei quietly. When the switch is turned on, it will emit colorful light. A silver bracelet, cool, with a non-mainstream style ... What surprises me most is Yan's gift, the exquisite music box, which has become my forever partner.
Three months later, we graduated. There is no grand graduation ceremony in expectation, and there is no tearful farewell scene in expectation. Not even a "goodbye" and "cherish". We don't want to say goodbye, it will only make us more sad.
Since then, I have never seen Yan again. That music box is the only connection between us. Whenever I see it, I seem to see Yan's innocent smiling face and eternal friendship.
I opened the window of my heart and walked into my little heart. In the deepest part of my heart, I saw …
"Happy birthday!" A voice.
"Happy birthday!" Some voices.
"Happy birthday!" My voice.
Ah-so today is my mother's birthday. The day before yesterday, my father and I made an appointment to surprise my mother at night. Yesterday, I ordered a two-story birthday cake for my mother, so today, I want to give her a surprise!
At dusk, my mother came home with a blessing, and her face was full of smiles. I became very docile, hitting my mother's back for a while and rubbing her shoulder for a while. In the sky, the black curtains were woven and woven, and finally the whole sky was woven and printed a little.
This beautiful night has finally arrived. I asked my mother to close her eyes and sing a birthday song for her. In a short time, my mother was intoxicated with this song and smiled happily. She seemed to feel it, and her eyes reflected a faint light. Mom can't help but open her eyes, candlelight! Birthday candlelight Beautiful candlelight lit 10,000 torches. A little red light is so bright and dazzling that the air seems to be full of happiness. Just when my mother was attracted by it, I put a birthday cake on it. My mother froze, looked at my big eyes and immediately smiled. Then, the mobile phone rang and dad's blessing arrived. Looking at mom, she looked at dad talking and laughing on the phone. I refused to disturb her and let her immerse herself in this ocean of happiness.
Dad's blessing, I want to be on the phone; Delicious cake, I want happy color; Mom's smile, I want to be in the candlelight. All these wonderful memories, I will always cherish in my heart, the deepest place. ...
Cherish the beautiful composition 8 Before dawn, the night in the country belongs to blue. After a night's sleep, the first thing I woke up was the lamp by the fireside. A closer look shows that there are circles of water vapor emerging from the cracks in the wooden door, which is mom cooking porridge. There is always a busy figure of my mother, the sound of chopping wood and the steaming bowl of vegetable porridge in my dream.
Father came back from the field and brought back the yellow dog that stayed up late in the chicken farm. My father has dew on his hair, eyebrows, arms and a steaming dog's nose. At this time, our family of three sat neatly on the threshold, chatting with our neighbors about all kinds of family affairs.
It's interesting for my father to eat vegetable porridge: first wipe the edge of the bowl twice with chopsticks, then put his hand on the bowl and take a breath, then repeat. I followed my father's example, so the breath exhaled by the three of us floated leisurely and together, forming a big circle. This is the best memory of my childhood.
Vegetable porridge is the most common porridge in this country. As long as some vegetable soup leaves are left the day before, my mother will definitely let the family serve porridge the next day. Broken leaves, glittering and translucent rice grains, if you plant a few more rice balls, I'm afraid it can be called "white jade". Sporadic oil flowers reflect the beauty of life.
Cherish beauty When I say beauty, I mean sitting on the threshold with my parents and having porridge together.
I left home to study far away, and my mother left home with me. When I offered to drink vegetable porridge, she agreed without hesitation. But this porridge tastes completely tasteless in your mouth. My mother's craft has not deteriorated, but I have no leisure to taste it. Is it only the taste of vegetable porridge that is treasured in my heart? I think something is missing, maybe it's the sound of my father drinking porridge, maybe it's the crack of chopping wood when I wake up, maybe it's a warm stove in winter, maybe it's a calm attitude.
After leaving home, I found that the beauty of treasure is the warmth of home. What the pen writes down is the memory of my father and my family, but what comes to my eyes are scenes after scenes of my family: my father touched my cheek with his dewy hand, my mother cooked porridge, and a steaming dog. ...
My tongue can't forget the taste of vegetable porridge. Following this smell, you can find your way home even if you are far from home, and you won't feel lost.
The beautiful dream of childhood can never be reproduced again, but the beauty cherished in my heart, like the bowl of vegetable porridge, will always nourish my affectionate soul.
There will always be some good memories. With the years of growth, they are hidden in the depths of their hearts, and with a gentle wave, they will ripple. Although it has drifted away, it is as clear as before.
Aixiangruning
Time is in the spring of childhood, the sun warms the earth, and the front and back of the house are green. Whenever this happens, I will pick wormwood with my friends.
The stems and leaves of Artemisia argyi are white and fluffy, emitting a faint fragrance and refreshing. They grow lovely in every corner of the earth, and their shadows often appear in cracks.
My friends and I always take a few bags or baskets and go to the lawn behind the house to pick wormwood. We often have to compare who picks more, who smells good and who is more environmentally friendly. The grass often echoes with our happy laughter.
The collected Artemisia argyi can be made into rice fruit or sachet. Often, grandma will wash the mugwort leaves first, then boil them to remove the bitterness, then mash them into mugwort paste and flour, and wrap them in sugar for steaming. In a short time, the yard was full of fragrance. At this time, we will scramble to eat around. The light green Amy fruit is fragrant and sweet, which is much more delicious than the bean flour and rice fruit sold in the street.
The smell of mugwort scented my whole childhood. In my memory, it is as bright and warm as a star.
Chasing dreams in the wild
When I was a child, I always liked to chase and fight with my friends in the criss-crossing fields. The fields are endless, and the sunshine always sprinkles a layer of dreamy pale gold for the fields, interweaving with the green seedlings and paving a beautiful brocade. There is a stream around the field, and the crystal waves reflect the blue sky, which is very beautiful.
I remember once, I was playing with a little friend, and finally I was so excited that I fell into the field and got dirty with chocolate. We looked at each other awkwardly and laughed heartily. Then we jumped into the stream, stepped on the blue and white pebbles and threw water at each other. Before long, the "chocolate" on our bodies was washed away. ...
That vast field gave me too many happy times. With the pace of time, she witnessed every moment of my growth and became an indelible memory in my life.
Zhuxia ribbon
The bamboo forest behind my hometown was a paradise for me to play with my friends when I was a child.
The spring breeze blew the bamboo forest green. Every time we walk into the bamboo forest, we need to be extra careful for fear of stepping on the growing bamboo doll-bamboo shoots in the mud. My friends and I will choose our own bamboo dolls and mark them. Some people wear "bracelets", others wear red silk thread ... It is our happiest thing to watch them grow up every day. And those bamboo dolls that are not closely related to us will be dug back by adults and made into various delicious dishes. The soup made by bamboo dolls is extremely delicious, even if only a little salt is sprinkled, it will make people memorable.
Fat bamboo dolls have added infinite color to my childhood. I will always remember that wonderful time.
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The old days in the depths of that memory are like a lotus floating in the stream of memory, with fresh, elegant and white stamens; During that time, the sea was generally calm and the stream was generally transparent; During that time, like the clear moonlight in the palm of your hand, it was safe and pure.
I will cherish that time in my heart forever.
17 This three-in-one quadrangle, with grey tile and powder wall, bluestone floor and wood structure, covers an area of more than 800 square meters, and has 17 large and small houses, which are no different from ordinary houses I usually see when I walk around the country.
Most bustling people left in a hurry. In order to see "Xiaoping's former residence", I set foot on "patriotism education base". Smell the spirit of the earth and touch the light of great men. There are also some young women who came to Xiaoping's hometown for a few days and felt the extraordinary place where great men grew up.
I was passing by, so I was aimless. However, when I walked lightly into Deng Jia's old home, Deng Jia's old home, just like yesterday, I was unexpectedly cordial and saw countless past times, which were treasured by this quaint, natural and quiet old house.
Deng's old courtyard has stood in the wind and rain for nearly 200 years. This was built by three generations of Deng family. I went in from the first room in the north wing, and the furniture was made by Deng Xinzao, Xiaoping's great-grandfather during the Qianlong period. There are old farm tools such as hemp fiber, hat, dustpan, hoe, plow, cangue, wind dustpan, stirring, etc. , covered with shallow dust. What used to be gray, yellow, deep purple or brown is now light dark. They nodded, were silent and idle, cleaned up, filed and collected old working hours. I am familiar with these things. The simple farm tools in China are so strikingly similar, simple and practical. My hometown, far from the mountain, also uses such farm tools to farm sooner or later, and it is very difficult to survive. Our ancestors didn't eat idle food. They made these farm tools with ingenuity and were deeply confused by the wind and rain. In the second room, an old spinning machine and a loom are displayed, which looks like half a room and a small workshop. I am familiar with this scene, too. When I was a child, I saw my grandmother sitting in front of the loom, and the shuttles were flying and spinning in rows. At the moment, I seem to fantasize about Grandma Xiaoping, calmly and elegantly weaving earth yarn, gurgling spinning wheel, creaking loom, long and crisp sound, going around, ups and downs, breaking the grand scene that the sun falls on the roof and drags on life for a long time. Look at Deng's early kitchen, which is solid and reliable. The happiness of cooking is directly proportional to the accumulation and burning of countless firewood. And this joy has lasted for hundreds of years. A bucket, a water tank, with mottled marks of years, is now idle at the turning point of history, for the daily support, liberation and indulgence at that time. A ceramic teapot, surprisingly large, is a success. It used to provide cool tea soup for the Deng family with its huge capacity. Also, the whole set of pots, pans, tables, chairs and benches seems to stutter. Some people left after eating and drinking enough, and some people still sat in the old place to recuperate. Rich people are more lively in nature and simplicity, and more lively and prosperous in order.
Xiaoping's bedroom is also a simple study. Between beds, wood is precious and real, try to compete with the sun and the moon. Hemp curtains are vertical and thick, which can make dreams muddy and profound. Deng Xiaoping followed Xiao Ming's principle, took the overall situation into consideration and faced difficulties. So, sooner or later, he dreamed of a man with lofty ideals and tried to find a way to save the country and the people. That table, which we call a drawer, is strong and sturdy. For Xiaoping, a scholar who lashed out at Fang Qiu that year, it witnessed many outstanding talents and treasured many unforgettable memories of youth. There is a photo on the wall, which was taken by Xiaoping 16 when he was studying in France. In the photo, his eyes are deep, his suit is straight, and he is full of heroic spirit, which can be regarded as retaining those unforgettable years of affection and those beautiful times of pursuing truth.
The rest of the houses, due to the urging of peers, have no time to look carefully. The main hall house inherits the traditional culture of China for thousands of years and provides a sacred board: "Heaven and earth are teachers". Follow the three cardinal guides and the five permanent members, respect from top to bottom, and the society will always be harmonious and unified. Loyalty, filial piety, benevolence, righteousness, courtesy, wisdom, faith, the perfection of human nature and personality is nothing more than this. In the bedrooms on both sides of the main hall and the bedrooms in the south wing, there are carved wooden big beds with vanity mirrors, which are the resting places of Xiaoping's grandmother, biological mother and stepmother. Hold your breath, there is no smell of powder, only the fragrance of virtue is fragrant. A hundred years of history is empty, and only virtue and virtue will last forever.
According to some data, Xiaoping was diligent and studious when he was young. He learned sericulture techniques from his mother, listened to folk tunes and nursery rhymes taught by his grandmother, accepted the teachings of his ancestors, and was familiar with rural farming such as plowing, raking, shoveling, throwing grain and sowing. But Xiaoping is also naughty. In the backyard of his former residence, 50 meters away, there is a stream, which is slow and blue, and sometimes fish jump out of the water. Xiaoping often hides here with his partners and family, playing with water, catching fish and touching shrimps.
Grandma Xiaoping is kind, generous and open-minded. My biological mother, Stan, is determined and indomitable. Stepmother Xia Bogen is knowledgeable, polite, intelligent and knowledgeable. Several old Confucians endured humiliation, and successively gave Xiaoping a kind and modest education, perseverance and noble moral integrity, and worked hard to pull out the mountains and shake the earth and reverse the spirit of Gan Kun! In the old courtyard of the Deng family, men are either prominent officials, diligent and loving the people; Or join the army and join the revolutionary cause; Or intensive cultivation, in exchange for food and clothing. Women, on the other hand, are so smart and virtuous, and poetry, painting and calligraphy are omnipotent. The foundation is solid and endless. This is the blessing of Deng's old home for hundreds of years. Predecessors do good deeds and accumulate virtue, and later generations grow rich.
Pacing outside the house, the courtyard is clear and sunny. There are several cycas in front of the hospital. Two of them, with 1980, were moved from the culvert of optical fiber. Two cycads have been in operation for several years. Every June and July, a male and a female compete to open. The male inflorescence is as tall as a pagoda, as golden in color and as fragrant as wintersweet. The female flower is shaped like a magpie's nest and as big as a sphere, which is amazing. The Millennium Cycas blooms, beaming, and it is a good time on earth.
At present, the lotus pond reflects willow, the foothills are clear and the peaks are beautiful. Where the mountain peaks stretch, there is a "Bijia Mountain" shaped like a "mountain". It sometimes hides on the edge of the cloud, and the air is turbulent. Rich and beautiful things, outstanding people. Born and raised in Sri Lanka, Xiaoping is brave in innovation, bold in exploration, open to the outside world, "three ups and downs", indomitable ... It turns out that the famous festivals of great men and the origins of great men are so long and profound face to face across mountains and rivers, the sun, the moon and the stars.