Composition ①

There is a musical note in this world. Looking from afar, she mysteriously passes over the ancient pyramid spire, she flows through the majestic formation of prehistoric stone pillars, she Passing across the symmetrical mirror surface of the Taj Mahal, she jumped across the high-profile Suzhou gardens.

The unpredictable notes can only play the majestic music of the Great Wall in the winding mountains, and only the small bridges and flowing water can be played in the water towns in the south of the Yangtze River. The mysterious and unpredictable power of nature allows all things to show their talents. Don't try to occupy the territory of others. What we want to perform is a gorgeous and grand symphony, not the jaw-dropping farce of wild ducks climbing trees.

Five steps to the first floor, ten steps to the pavilion. People like to call architecture flowing music. However, in my eyes, if a building stands on the land suitable for it, it is the most beautiful flower. The smoothest music ever. Leaning on the railing and looking into the distance, what do I see?

I.M. Pei is a great architect of the Chinese generation. His most well-known design work is the glass pyramid of the Louvre. Its completely symmetrical geometric configuration gorgeously displays its rational beauty, but If it were to be built in a water town in China, it would probably be a big deal, and it would be neither fish nor fowl.

The flowing notes flowed through Mimako Koyama’s collection room, transforming into a "paradise". Attic art is integrated with Japan's "shadow culture", and 80% of it is buried underground. From a distance, it looks like a mountain peak, playing a flowing melody with the lush green mountains - this is I.M. Pei A stunning masterpiece, culture can show its unique charm in its unique background.

If you want to put this hollow attic in the desert, wouldn't it be a waste of natural resources?

Specific people and specific backgrounds can bring out the best art.

Compared with the exaggerated and bizarre ideas of the famous Indian female architect Halder, I prefer Margaret Hilfendi, who is good at integrating nature and architecture. Look at the Kohlberg Hall, which is completely made of natural materials, but it creates a wonderful picture. Looking at the Joint Science Building at Swartsmore University, the symmetrical beauty is breathtaking, and rationality and science shine here. Every solidified note is unique, and countless special notes play a flowing symphony!

I am not looking with my eyes, but with the throbbing of my heart. Looking from afar, I heard the music of my soul.

Composition②

I stood by the window and looked out the window.

It is surrounded by green mountains. Suddenly, my eyeballs were attracted by a ball of yellow stuff. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a man wearing a yellow uniform, holding an iron clip in his hand, sometimes bending down, sometimes taking a few steps forward, and then bending down again, repeating the same action again and again.

She is the city’s beautician-the cleaner.

I was stunned, motionless and silent, standing there, watching her.

She walked on the sidewalk with her head lowered, as if looking for treasure. But no, what she is looking for is not some priceless treasure, but - garbage. At this time, she seemed to have discovered something and hurriedly ran to the opposite side. In such a hurry, she was almost hit by an oncoming car. She squatted down, picked up pieces of garbage, put the garbage into her pocket, then picked up the broom and swept the floor.

She walked to a very dirty place again, bent down, and picked up the garbage. At this time, she raised her head, looked towards the end of the street, and wiped her dark forehead with her hand a few times. From every move she made, I seemed to see a trace of expectation and longing in her eyes. At this moment, there must be huge and crystal clear beads of sweat hanging on her forehead, and her hands must be covered with black and smelly stains, but I firmly believe that she has absolutely no unwilling thoughts.

In the eyes of today's people, they are as insignificant as ants, but they are not. They are the protagonists in society. Likewise, their hands are pure and beautiful, and their hearts are bright red and bright.

Cleaners work hard every day, not for anything else, but to beautify the city! What they do is the most supreme!

After class, when I returned to my seat, I was still thinking about the cleaner.

For some reason, I was reminded of "Notre Dame de Paris", the masterpiece of the famous French writer Hugo in the 19th century.

The book outlines the intricate conflicts and entanglements between the characters, revealing their pure and vicious hearts.

The 20-year-old Quasimodo was so ugly that he was abandoned when he came into this world. However, he is ugly but has a beautiful and pure heart. He protects the stunningly beautiful Esmeralda with his pure and unadulterated love, preventing her from being harmed at all. The deputy bishop of Notre Dame de Paris is handsome and knowledgeable, but his soul is horribly twisted, full of selfishness and evil, trying to murder Quasimodo and bring himself closer to Esmeralda. But with his selfishness and evil, he destroyed himself and his beloved, Esmeralda.

get out of class was over, and when I looked out the window again, the cleaner had gone away, and I could only see her blurry back from a distance. However, behind her, there is a beautiful scenery.

My mood suddenly brightened...