The landscape pavilions and pavilions have the beauty of ancient charm, and the neon lights of modern buildings have modern elegance. No matter what kind of beauty, it has its own unique value. The following is a different kind of beautiful junior high school composition that I arranged for you. I hope you like it!

Article 1, another kind of American junior high school composition, says that Nanfengmei is a rainbow-like "Hongqiao", and the hospitable ethnic minorities are vividly reflected. But at the moment, I can't feel the existence of beauty at all.

Going on the road with a complaining mood is accompanied by a cold current.

Walking on the streets of Fenghuang ancient city, there are rows of houses. I kept walking all the way, and the cold wind quietly brushed my face and jumped into the thick down jacket, which made me shudder. Mom stopped to look at my red nose, and I couldn't help reaching out and touching my cold face. Kindly asked: "Is it cold? It will arrive soon. " I reached out my frozen hand and gave you a gentle push. I replied angrily, "Of course it's cold. I haven't arrived after walking for so long!" " "After looking at each other, I had to go on.

An old man appeared peacefully before his eyes, and what happened in the darkness.

We came to an unremarkable street. As usual, it seemed nothing special. The cold wind is more violent, after I walked a distance with you. Looking up, I saw a white-haired old man, wearing only thin clothes, his sleeves rolled up, and his arms were baptized by the wind and rain without any cover, leaving a red mark. The red hat obviously can't stop the wind and rain. The chapped lips also showed a little blush.

Then what the hell is she doing here? Look carefully, the old man still holds a stick tightly in his hand, and there is a net deep in the water. It turned out that she was fishing in cold water, and that kind of sad feeling came to mind again. When fishing, her powerful arm swings up and down from time to time, as if dancing a painstaking dance, which is beautiful. Then, I looked down and witnessed the scattered fish. It's very quiet at the moment, as if I am distressed by the hard work of the old man.

How different she is from me. I can't help feeling ashamed. What reason do I have to complain about the long journey and the cold weather before? Think about this old man, how comfortable and comfortable my living environment is, and it is not easy for her. The old man is waiting for the river, which is beautiful; This selfless old man is the most beautiful.

This different beauty, like a magician, has transformed my mood and soul, and like an incomparable bright pearl, it will remain in my heart forever.

Some people say that the eagle is a kind of raptor, ambitious, cannibal, extremely fierce and inaccessible, but I say …

When I set foot on the land of Yunnan, I heard that the eagle is a sacred symbol in Yunnan. If local people died unfortunately, died in the line of duty, or a noble loved one died, they would choose the level of celestial burial, and the eagle would take their bodies away. They think the eagle is a symbol of sacredness and courage, and everyone worships it.

At first, I was disgusted. How can an eagle be a holy spirit when it is so cruel? I was puzzled. I didn't know about Eagle until my trip to Yulong Snow Mountain. Actually, ...

When I first started climbing the mountain, I saw a black and white thing flying in the clouds. Although I can't see it clearly, I wonder, "What creature looks so thin and so fast that it can fly here?" But I didn't really think about it.

Gradually, a little light rain floated down, making the mountain more mysterious, and the road was coated with "lubricating oil". Gradually, altitude sickness broke me down, and I sat helplessly on the ground, panting. But listen, the mountain echoed with the eagle's cry, and it became more mysterious in this unpredictable mountain.

On the edge of the steep cliff, I saw the creature-eagle for the first time. This slightly dampened my previous antipathy. Eagle, how can you climb so high? I saw it flapping its wings, and those wings covered with raindrops "hissed" that raindrops kept rising, like an arrow leaving the string, soaring into the sky. Speed and faith are beyond words. I walked out of those tired legs that still seemed to have unlimited energy.

At a height of more than 4,000, the long road is vast and difficult to conquer, and it is always climbing one stop at a time. But the eagle let out a loud cry again, this time more strident and louder than last time, which resounded through the sky. Seeing it spread its wings that have conquered thousands of mountains, it seems to want to embrace the whole world with it, and it seems to inspire me. At first glance, it's long gone. Looking up, it has been hundreds of meters above us. This time, I really admire the eagle. Cold, freezing rain, snowy mountains and the environment make it difficult for it to bow its head. It only has patience, patience and no retreat. Sure enough, the eagle hit the sky directly, and it deserved its reputation! In this tired situation, it didn't slow down, didn't rise, didn't rise, and didn't rise!

I tried my best to catch up with it. This time, my goal has changed, and climbing the peak has become reading the eagle. Encouraged by it, my father and I braved the wind and rain and strove forward. We seem to be carrying a jar on our heads, and we are about to reach the milestone of 5 thousand. I rushed forward excitedly and saw the eagle hovering in the air, which seemed to guide me.

Gradually, the rain stopped and colorful bends appeared-rainbows. Without taking a deep breath, he shouted, "Rainbow! It's a rainbow! Connected to the last mountain peak. The sun may get up late, but it's not too late.

The eagle, as if tired, flew slowly, stayed in the air for a while, flapped its wings, left a cloud mark, and left a loud cry that shook the earth and took the moon for nine days.

"To the top! To the top! " I cried, breathing the thin air, because all the other mountains in the sky were dwarfed. ..

The eagle landed only ten meters away from me. This is the first time in my life, and maybe the last time I saw an eagle so close. Its feathers turn from white to black and then to green, and its yellow mouth and claws seem inaccessible. It used up its last strength, issued its last call, jumped down the mountain, jumped into Wan Li, plunged into the ground, and reached the top with lofty aspirations!

At that time, I understood the eagle, which struck the sky with great ambition, dared to fight against the sky, and did not yield with ordinary ambition and great beauty. This is the eagle that changed my preconceived ideas. It is called the sea, the god of eagles, and the fastest eagle in the world. Although small in size, it has a fiery and powerful heart.

This is the unique beauty of the eagle.

Life is rice, and language is the mother of wine. After the precipitation of time, or a pot of turbid wine, or a glass of fine wine, there is a faint scent in the cup, and only when you are in it can you appreciate that unique beauty. ...

Drunk listening to flutes and drums, singing poems and enjoying the clouds.

The beauty of Chinese cannot be expressed in words. As the sun sets, the rosy clouds on the horizon bloom layer by layer, revealing attractive red. Xiao's wonderful drums were introduced to my ears, accompanied by a slight drunkenness, and I savored them. Such a beautiful feeling can only be met in Chinese. The shadow of flowers is dancing, and the beauty of scenery is resting in the narrow corner of Chinese. ...

Bamboo poles and sandals are more dexterous than riding horses. What's to be afraid of? A raincoat and hemp fiber, despite the wind and rain, still live my life.

Raindrops in the air accompanied by the wind fell on the dusty dirt road on weekdays, and a figure wearing straw sandals, a hat and a bamboo pole came slowly. Although life is full of difficulties and difficulties, his career is not smooth, but he still has a proud back; Although sometimes he can't see the end and hope, he is fearless; No amount of wind and rain can cool his faith. When people reach middle age, I sit in the depths of the dream of the world of mortals. That beautiful character of being free and easy and sticking to oneself stands proudly in the narrow space of Chinese. ...

Sunset and lonely Qi Fei, autumn waters and sky are the same color.

The vision of water and sky. Against the background of sunset and seabirds hovering, this became the most beautiful picture in Wang Bo's eyes. Show that drizzly and true temperament incisively and vividly, and show your beauty in sunset, loneliness and harmony. Wang Bo also expressed his ambition. Respect for things, erudition, sincerity, integrity, self-cultivation, governing the country and leveling the world are our duties. The beautiful scenery and the mind of governing the country and the world also outline the character of China people.

China people, which world. Have your own space, house, scenery ... Maybe there are many ordinary things, but there are also ups and downs in ordinary beauty. As long as you are willing to be in it, you can talk to the author and communicate with the beautiful scenery. The most terrible thing is that you refuse to be in it and comfort yourself that it is ordinary and valuable. "Chinese" contains a colorful and different world, waiting for readers to experience it in person and meet spiritually in that gentle afternoon.

Flowers bloom and fall in front of the court, enjoying the clouds rolling in the sky. The beauty of Chinese, with its colorful flowers, hides light in the sun and shame in the bright moon, and melts in the gradual dyeing of ink. ...

There are all kinds of beauty in the world: uniformity is beauty, unevenness is beauty, tranquility is beauty, and noise is beauty. Beauty is everywhere.

However, there is another kind of beauty that is often overlooked or even unacceptable, and that is loneliness.

Man is a group animal, so it is easy to know that man is instinctively afraid of loneliness. But loneliness is not autism. More often, it is a state. Sometimes, loneliness can show a lofty realm that ordinary people can't reach and become a different kind of beauty.

Confucius traveled around the world, but he was never accepted. Because of his advanced vision and cognition, everyone could not understand him. Once, someone wanted to visit Confucius, but he didn't know the way to Confucius' house, so he asked a man who guarded the city gate. Knowing that he was going to visit Confucius, the gatekeeper said, "Oh, the one who knows what he can't do?" It is so appropriate to evaluate Confucius' "knowing what he can't do". Because it is "impossible", it is not accepted. He just "does", so people can't understand him. Confucius fell into deep loneliness. What's more, it is also used to satirize Confucius. Confucius and Luz went out. On the way, Luz asked someone for directions. Knowing that it was Luz, the man said, "Is your teacher Confucius? He knows the way. " In fact, Confucius is the only one who is lonely, and there are many others. It has long been lamented that ancient sages were "lonely", while those uneducated "drinkers" were famous for a while.

But this loneliness will not last forever, and history will also remove those lonely people. As early as the Han Dynasty, Emperor Wudi of the Han Dynasty ousted hundreds of schools of thought and respected Confucianism alone. Today, Confucius is identified as the greatest educator in China; More than 72 Nobel Prize winners signed their names, claiming that only the "Confucius-Mencius Way" can save this crisis-ridden and contradictory world. Confucius was finally no longer lonely. His loneliness before his death, in turn, highlighted his extraordinary wisdom, long-term vision and profound thoughts, which won him the respect and admiration of the world.

So, don't be biased and don't be afraid of loneliness. If others don't understand, let them speak and go their own way.

Maybe this loneliness will bring you ups and downs and pain. Don't worry, it's only temporary. We should be full of confidence. As long as we firmly believe that we are right, we should be full of hope for the future. One day, people will find your value, and then you won't be lonely.

And your loneliness before is not only a precious wealth, but also other beautiful touches in your life.

Another beauty I've been looking for, another beauty. It's not common, but it can be seen everywhere.

Isn't autumn a different kind of beauty? It shook off the impetuousness in people's hearts and brought the message of harvest. It showed its magic and turned the whole world into a golden country. Walking in the street, you might as well pick up a red leaf and comb the lines carefully. The vertical and horizontal stripes should be the precipitation of life and the accumulation of years. Looking up, that row of geese is like a team, moving in a warm direction. Occasionally, a wild goose falls behind, and I will whisper, "Don't fall behind! Come on! "

Looking back, who said goodbye in tears in the cold autumn rain? The leaves are shallow and sad, and I want to talk about it in the dreams I miss again and again. They suddenly looked back and stared at each other countless times: when can we share joys and sorrows and when can we feel sorry for each other? Only the Iraqis beat the drums and caressed them, but they were afraid of touching the string of Yuanyang and causing lovesickness and resentment. Drunk dream of beauty face, leaning against the water, Iraqis far away, don't be afraid of parting, parting is for the next better reunion. Once upon a time, I knew that acacia was also a kind of beauty.

Since we are looking for beauty, why not avoid the noise of cars and horses and plant chrysanthemums in our hearts? In the quiet country morning, you might as well take a sip of tea, gently open the window of the porch, let the spring breeze blow into the room, and also into your heart, blowing away the dust in your heart. Go out of the gate, hold a handful of pure land and study the secrets of bugs. What's wrong with walking into the mountains at this point? Surrounded by green trees, I set up a barrier to escort. Mountain flowers are like dreams, trees are like songs, mountains are dancing, and the outside world is noisy. Why don't you stay with me, let the attractive green purify our hearts, play the piano with gentlemen in the deep bamboo pavilion and read Jin Dian.

Elegant Song Ci is also a kind of beauty. Yue Fei's "hunger for pork and thirst for Hun blood" is a true portrayal of his patriotism and heroism; Su Shi's "repay the gratitude to the whole city, follow the satrap, shoot the tiger and see Sun Lang" expressed his lofty aspirations and lofty sentiments of serving the imperial court. Liu Yong's "My clothes are getting wider and wider, but I don't regret it. People are haggard for Iraq" let me see him standing on the railing, looking at the end of the world and breaking his colon. He is wasting away day by day, but he can't return to the eyes of the Iraqi people, but he ignores it and still waits. In Song Ci, I can reminisce with Xin Qiji, lament Zhou Lang's early death and admire Zhong You's bravery. I can watch the floating geese sinking fish with Yan's chair bar, sighing disappointingly; You can also enjoy the drizzle of Indus with Yi 'an, drown your sorrows in wine and look for it. In the ink between paper and paper, my mind has been sublimated and floated in a queque word. It turns out that Song Ci is also a different kind of beauty.

Looking back, in the hard journey of the world, I found that this kind of beauty does not need to be found. It is in my life, looming, but everywhere.