( 1)

In the evening, the sun is about to set. At this time, the sunshine is no longer dazzling golden light, but mixed with a lot of red, wise and resolute. The setting sun continued to set and merged with the distant metal gray mountains, so the mountains were immediately set with Phnom Penh. The setting sun is like blood, and the sky is dark red, reflecting the bright rising moon.

Yes, sunset! What a beautiful and splendid sunset! You are the most beautiful scenery in the universe! It is also the most beautiful scenery in my heart!

Don't say "the sunset is infinitely beautiful and buried by the coming night". You know, the sun rises tirelessly every day and sets tirelessly. I love this sunset because it is beautiful, deep and brilliant.

Yes, the sunset is beautiful. Its changeable colors can be remembered forever at a glance. At the same time, the sunset is wise. Is a rigorous philosopher, giving people a metaphor every day. Unfortunately, most people let this metaphor slip away quietly.

Every day after school, I see the sunset. I saw the splendor of the sunset. I know, it is saying that in life, we should give full play to our light and heat and strive for real glory. I saw it blend in with the mountains. I know, it is saying that in life, we should warm others as we benefit mountains and rivers, and our goodness will eventually affect others. I saw it become red and dignified. This means that if you struggle in life, you will fail. When you struggle all your life, no matter success or failure, no matter honor or disgrace, everything will end. What you have to do is to make your life less regret and more contribution. Then, "Life is beautiful like summer flowers and death is beautiful like autumn leaves." However, the faint color of the sunset on the horizon tells me that it will rise again tomorrow.

Ah! Sunset! The most beautiful scenery in my heart! Thank you, thank you for teaching me so much and telling me so much. I know that every day you will be brilliant again and blend in with the mountains. Then let me be your daily companion! What else will you tell me?

(2)

"What is the beauty in my heart?" I was lying in bed, looking at the bright moonlight outside the window, thinking, but I couldn't find the answer at the moment. Gradually, sleepiness finally invaded my mind. Just, I don't want to, but in my dream, I saw a beautiful myth. Maybe they are the beauty in my heart. ...

Day? Kuafu? The persistent pursuit of the sun and the earth is huge day after day ... when he takes the first step day by day, a great soul rises to a height that ordinary people can't reach. Kuafu's footsteps that shocked Tianyu were persistent and firm; The body roasted by the fiery red sun is strong and stalwart. The peach grove by the Dead Sea is not a warning of failure, but a sign of faith and a symbol of persistent pursuit under the sun.

Water? Jingwei? Perseverance in the endless sea, a bird gently threw a stone in and flew to the shore ... like a seeder, one grain at a time, and the bird never got tired. It wants to fill the sea, and it wants to challenge nature. The waves wet its feathers, the wind dried its wings and the sand narrowed its eyes. A pebble, a twig, bit by bit, never give up. Although the sea is so wide and deep ... Jingwei is still persevering.

Mountain? Gong Yu? The tall Taihang Mountain with firm belief, skinny old people and a group of children ... In others' eyes, this is as absurd as the Arabian Nights, but in Gong Yu's mind, it is an extremely firm belief in transforming and conquering nature. This belief enabled Gong Yu to lead his descendants to overcome many difficulties and dig mountains every day. Hoe, waving fighting spirit; That bamboo basket carries dreams.

Perseverance, perseverance and firm belief are not the beautiful scenery in my heart?

If Kuafu does not pursue persistently, people will lose the sun and there will be no more dynamic world. If Jingwei doesn't have that perseverance, then when the sea just splashed on him, he would choose to retreat, and he couldn't take revenge. If Gong Yu has no firm belief and can't stand the ridicule of others and the hardships of moving mountains, then they will still live in a closed mountain village and can't communicate with the outside world. I think a fool is not stupid, Jingwei overreaches himself, and Kuafu is not stupid. In fact, they embody a valuable spiritual quality, which is the real beauty in my heart!

(3)

One day passed, rivers and rivers traveled, spring breeze and summer rain, autumn frost and winter snow. Colorful nature is beautiful in many people's hearts. The beauty in my heart is Autumn Orchard.

Autumn is the harvest season. The orchard in autumn presents a beautiful harvest. Looking at the colorful harvest orchard from a distance is so pleasant and joyful. In the hearts of ordinary people, it is not as exciting as gold and silver. But in the minds of hardworking old farmers, status is supreme. They feel safe when they see rich fruits. There will be a good harvest this year, and their children's tuition fees don't have to worry. Magpies in the garden are also chirping happily. "

When you walk into the orchard, you will first smell a sweet smell, which makes your mouth water, but you don't know what fruit it is. Smell the pear tree. No, smell the apple tree. It's far away. Not that refreshing smell. Only hard-working growers can experience it for themselves. Look, look at those soft leaves. Apples, pears, persimmons, oranges and that unknown fruit are all smiling at you like that naughty child. If you look at it, it will turn its face away as the branches shake. Touch its red face. Oh, it looks like the face of a fat doll. It's too smooth.

The orchard is even more intoxicating after the rain. The leaves have been dusted off and become brighter. There are some pearly drops on the fruit. As soon as the sun shines, it seems to be playing hide-and-seek with me.

Standing in the orchard, closing your eyes, smelling the sweet fragrance and blowing the cool and gentle autumn wind makes you intoxicated and feel like a fruit tree. It is a wonderful feeling. Have you ever enjoyed such a beautiful scenery?

Chaoyang is full of vitality, and many people like her. But I like the sunset because it is so beautiful. Don't believe you-her face is red, and her whole face leans against the mountain like a fireball. There are all kinds of clouds floating in the sky. They are changing colors. Like magic, they soon became golden pheasants. It will soon become a colorful goldfish; Become a big lion for a while; In a short time, it will become a group of cranes ... they are playing happily in this "zoo" kingdom. At this time, I also became a small colorful cloud and joined their "paradise". At this time, the afterglow of the sunset shone on the earth, and a golden carpet was laid on the ground, and everything turned golden. The seedlings in the field seem to be waving to the sun, as if to say, "See you tomorrow, Grandpa Sun!" " "The sun is leaving, and Aunt Hu can't bear to say goodbye to her father-in-law. She can't help but shed tears. Under the irradiation of the sunset, the golden light is dazzling and beautiful. The stream is flowing happily. She opened her voice and sang a touching song to the sunset, as if praising the contribution of sunset day. Chickens, ducks and geese are all dressed in gold. The rooster jumped on the wall, faced the sunset like "Di Chin" and sang a farewell song with his head held high. At this time, the sun has hidden half of her face behind the mountain, like a shy girl, shyly looking at the earth, reluctant to leave. Suddenly, a moon girl came to the East. She came with naughty brothers and sisters and greeted Grandpa Sun: "Brother, I'm here to take over. Go down and have a rest! "Sun grandfather listened to the moon girl, relieved. He slowly sank below the horizon. Suddenly, the colorful clouds in the sky and the golden clothes on the ground all put away their afterglow. With Grandpa Sun gone, Moon Girl is more active. The stars beside her are also shining with bright eyes, and all the houses are brightly lit and beautiful. Ah, the beautiful scenery in my heart-sunset, you fascinate me!

(4)

In my heart, there has always been such a scenery-it is not as desolate and majestic as a lonely desert, nor as gentle and beautiful as a small bridge and flowing water, nor as wonderful and magnificent as a mirage, but in my heart, it is the warmest and most touching-

I remember when I was a child, I was a lazy boy. I seem to have nothing to do but study, eat, drink and sleep. Unlike my mother, I work during the day and do housework at night, and only have a few opportunities to relax on weekends. So, naturally, I always like to watch my mother be quiet and busy in my spare time.

When I went to kindergarten, my life was full of laughter. Toys, books, classmates … are all my good playmates. I had so much fun in this garden that I forgot that it was my mother who silently cleared the weeds in the garden, fertilized me and watered my flowers.

Finally, after several years, I became a pupil with honor. When I practiced the pinyin of "A, O, E" in the room, when I calculated the formula of "10+20" at the dining table, and when I read "Song of the Stream" aloud in the living room, it was my mother who handed me a cup of tea when I was thirsty. It's mom. Help me solve any problems. When I hit a wall when I was reading aloud, my mother gave me encouragement and comfort ... but I always thought it was my responsibility as a mother, ignoring my mother's hurried back, tired body, pale smile and wrinkles around her eyes ...

Now, I am a middle school student with a heavy burden on my shoulders. After so many years, I finally realized my mother's deep love. I am very sensible and helped my mother share some ... but my mother is always busy for me. I have dreamed of my mother's hurried and clear back in my dreams several times, but there is no lack of flexible posture in my later years.

Ah, mom! You are a lovely pink peach blossom in my heart, and the fragrant breath makes me relaxed and happy; You are a fresh and beautiful lotus in my heart, and your light posture makes me feel refreshed; You are the blooming chrysanthemum in Ao Shuang in my heart, and my strong vitality makes me awe; You are a plum blossom standing in my heart, and your tenacious perseverance amazes me.

Mom, no matter what you do, you are the most beautiful scenery in your daughter's heart!

(5)

The sunshine went all the way into Shan Lan in the west. Shan Lan could not restrain his joy, and a dark cloud rose. Sunshine does not avoid suspicion, lingering with it, making the clouds ashamed, like peach blossoms that just opened in March. From the perspective of looking up, as in the air, a beautiful pink brocade unfolded. The earth and the sky reflect each other, making the western world colorful and Shan Lan gentle and affectionate. Beautiful scenery, constantly changing, is a kind of inexplicable shock to my mind. I can't help but sigh: the most beautiful thing is sunset red.

Usually, at this time, I'm going on a date to see Shan Lan scenery in the west at sunset. Or on the balcony at home, or on the way from work, sometimes I go to the fields, and then I go to Shan Lan.

The sunset is infinitely beautiful and beautiful. Every time, I feel it, and every time, I have different gains. Every time I capture the moment of beauty, I will sigh, the beauty of nature, the nature of nature. Words and words can't describe the strange scenery created by that ingenious pen. Those beautiful scenery are the comfort of the soul and the nutrition of barren blood.

Now I am in the wild, looking at Shan Lan in the west. The mountain is young and dancing with colorful clouds. With a faint indigo, the spirit is shining. The sunshine is too casual, so I smartly put brocade on it. Those colorful clouds snuggled up to the mountain. Occasionally, from a lush green, a pigeon leaps, draws an elegant arc, cuts out a beautiful picture, sends out a pigeon whistle and flies to the sky and deep in the clouds.

The beautiful scenery took me there. Mountain, drunk in the sunset, my heavy footsteps didn't disturb it, only the grass and wild flowers in the wind were polite to me. I shouted, but the wind shattered the voice in the valley, and the voice was crisp. When the trees heard this, they were obviously unhappy and began to chirp. I can't understand bird language, so I have to be quiet.

Calm down, the wind seems to be very sensible to sneak over and make out with me. After listening to the whisper of the wind, the sun also broke through the cracks in the leaves, reflecting a hazy shadow and floating around me. At this time, sunshine is the net of life, and I am the fish in life, covered by this big net of sunshine. I am thinking happily, watching the internet, but I can't get rid of the fetters of sunshine all the time. It is difficult for my eyes to touch anything other than sunshine.

The winding mountain road, green creativity, extends upward incisively and vividly. At first glance, it is a green ocean. Needless to say, the Woods on the mountain are lush; Needless to say, there are green grass everywhere; Needless to say, the grass is dotted with all kinds of flowers. It's amazing that the rugged rocks are covered with moss. I have to admire the tenacity and greatness of life. These endless greens are still full of vitality in the sunset.

Yes! Everything in the world inspires people. People should not be bossed around for a moment's glory, nor should they be driven out by a moment's failure. Indifferent to life, looking up at the sky, the clouds are rolling and the clouds are comfortable, the front of the court is quiet and far away, and flowers bloom and fall.

A grasshopper poked its head out of a clump of grass. Look at the size, not big, the body is green and brown, and it seems that he has not taken off his childishness. Its body is light, and a soft grass supports it. I saw it on the grass stem, motionless, so I approached it gently, trying to get a closer look. The grasshopper was so clever that before I got near it, it suddenly jumped on another straw, leaving only the swaying grass. The grass kept swaying, which disturbed my thinking. Are you laughing at my stupidity?

Looking at the smug expression of the grasshopper, I can only shake my head helplessly. Just as I was about to leave, a voice came slowly from far and near. I can't help looking in the direction of the voice. A touching picture is being generated: an old man is helping his wife climb the mountain step by step.

Both old people are elderly and have kind faces. The old man looks strong, while the old woman is a little weak. Sweat oozed from their foreheads and glistened in the sunset. I noticed that the old man was wearing a white towel on his arm. When walking is a little tired, the old man will rest, take off the towel, wipe his wife's sweat first, and then wipe himself. After a short pause, they continued to climb. The old man leaned against the outside of the road to keep his wife safe. While panting, the old man shouted the slogan of persistence. This situation makes my vision blurred, my heart thumped, and something choked in my blood.

There is a slightly steeper section, and I think it is difficult for them to board the ship. Just reach out and be ready to meet you. Unexpectedly, it was rejected. Thankfully, we are used to it. I just watched them climb slowly, and my heart was mixed.

The wind stopped being naughty and calmed down. Trees, no longer noisy, silent. Sunset, no longer stingy, do everything. I dated in the picture of sunset, and looked at the old couple in the sunset with mixed feelings.

Facing the most beautiful scenery in the sunset, I can only throw my sincere respect into the depths of the sunset with my sincere heart-the two old people are getting farther and farther away, getting higher and longer.

(6)

Time passes with all the good memories in the world. In the future, we can't stop forgetting and being forgotten. It's over, you are so thorough in my life.

Everything can't be dull. Busy study and the passing time have almost washed away all vague memories, but sometimes at night, lights and gentle romantic air occasionally pass by a figure, always reminding me:

You used to be my deskmate, and my deskmate days are unforgettable. Now, you have become someone else's deskmate and friend, and you have your own life circle and new friends. You have probably forgotten me, and you are really not mine anymore.

Those days without you, there is no reality, no season, no day and night. I think, I still, I came up with eternity, and meeting you in the dark gray winter is my dream. I don't know what to say in the future. In this spring breeze and autumn rain, everything suddenly seems a little distressed. Looking back at you and me, it is love, love and pain, but I still think you are the best.

In the days without you, I can only silently stare at a photo that has been torn off and pasted back. I paint my dreams with a pigment, and I paint my dreams with you and me. How many days, I am anxiously looking forward to your letter. I searched silently, hoping to find your sincere eyes, so every cold moonlit night and bleak frosty morning, I opened my diary in my dream and wrote a book, with you as the protagonist. So you became a meteor in my pen. In fact, you have already crossed the air, and my thoughts can't be calm for a long time. It was you who passed me like running water, gentle and quick, while I was addicted to fantasy. Although I have crossed the air, I fantasize that you can appear again.

Come in a hurry and go in a hurry. I don't know that being anxious is your character. No matter what others say, you still go your own way. No one can stop you. Your encouragement touched me, and your passion drove me crazy. It was your stroke across the sky. Although it scratched me, it also made me awake. When I can look at those crooked footprints in a way of memory, I find that I have learned a lot. Only when I miss you inadvertently can I remember the unforgettable friendship again and again, let the river bring my sincere wishes, may the sea of clouds melt into your colorful hopes, and may your friendship last forever. Why is life so chaotic? Peace is my most extravagant dream. Who can tell me a place where my uneasy heart can be liberated, and the closest person is the biggest concern? How should I be strong in the face of the future? Who can tell me a place where my fragile people can gain strength and where is close to heaven?

When I still believe that only indifference is the protective color, a person has a small house and deep loneliness, I think of you again. I'm not a god, I can't shut you out at will, and I'm not a fairy. I shook my head and forgot you from now on. So I have a bleak picture in my heart, and often silently send away the endless dream season in the window of the hut.

The wind blew in an instant and disappeared in an instant, leaving nothing behind. Really, the years are too short, too pale, lonely and lonely, happy and sad, sunshine and rainstorm. Is this how life comes and goes?

People always don't know how to cherish when they have it, and regret it after they lose it. I wanted to have a good cry tonight, but I didn't. I advise myself not to make any efforts casually, not to be too naive, as long as I keep the precious space in my memory and let the most valuable things settle down and last forever.

You are a scenery on my heartstrings that will never die, but you will still be my good friend, won't you?

1 Listen to the underwater sound and feel the beautiful scenery.

That mountain has a quiet majesty. During the day, tourists come in an endless stream, and messy footsteps and laughter come from time to time at the foot of the mountain. At this time, the majesty of the mountain has also become amiable and approachable. When the sunset glides over the shoulder of the mountain, people who have played for a whole day still sit together and light a warm bonfire with great interest. At this time, the songs sung by the stream were faintly audible, and I was attracted to leave.

What a beautiful scenery. I sat on a piece of bluestone polished by gentle water by the stream, letting the gentle voice of the stream moisten my heart, and the softness and delicacy echoed in my heart. The water swept the green velvety moss on grotesque rocks of different sizes.

Quietly, the moonlight melts into the stream, as if everything in the universe is listening to this wonderful sound and feeling this beautiful scenery. My thoughts drift slowly with the current. An unprecedented sadness and beauty are seeping into my breath with the traces of years. In the flashing silver waves, I suddenly forgot what kind of sound the stream made, but enjoyed a feeling of devotion. The stream flows through my heart, and I have understood it in our subtle feelings.

In such a wonderful scenery, the moon is drunk, the mountain is drunk, the water is drunk, and people are drunk. I looked at the clear water, and my heart was occupied by a mysterious emotion. I wonder if all the complexity and fatigue can go with the stream at this moment to listen to and respond to the natural sounds on the other side.

If the sea is a big occasion for Confucianism to enter the WTO in order to rule the country and level the world and pursue success, then the beauty of this stream and this mountain is the work of Taoism, "Being born but not doing things". I am not a saint, and I can't understand its profundity and mystery, but I realize that all the noise and splendor will surely end in a kind of harmony and tranquility.

A chill passed by and I put my hand in my pocket. At this time, the moon has risen into the air. I think I will come here again to listen to the sound of water and feel the beautiful scenery in my hurried life journey, so that I can blend into the harmony of nature unconsciously, whisper to the waves and stand beside the sunset.

The moon is drunk, the mountain is drunk, the water is drunk, the scenery is drunk, and people are drunk. Just drunk for the beautiful scenery, people feel a lot of beautiful scenery.

Listen to the sound of water and feel the beautiful scenery.

Familiar places have beautiful scenery.

Birds fly in the air, and the sky is the most familiar scenery during the flight; Fish swims on the bottom of the sea, and the sea is the most familiar scenery in its journey; Snail crawling on the ground, the shell is its inseparable home, but also its most familiar scenery.

So, where is my scenery? Is there a beautiful place where you live, study and rest every day? Or do you want me to overcome the difficulties of the road and wade across mountains and rivers to find bluer sky, clearer water, greener trees and redder flowers? Don't! Familiar places have beautiful scenery. You don't need to carry a heavy travel bag and drag your tired body for a long time. You only need to bring a pair of discerning eyes, and you will find the simplest, most pristine and most moving beautiful scenery in a place you are so familiar with.

Home is a place that everyone is familiar with, but we dare not say that we think home is also a beautiful scenery. At most, it is a harbor for rest and shelter from the wind, and what's more, it is a hotel for the night. If so, then you are an unqualified passenger and audience. Perhaps, your memory and enthusiasm for home have been diluted in your busy work and heavy studies, but we have to admit that whenever we are in a foreign country, home is our haunted place. No wonder, Zhao Jun went to the fortress and died in the vast sand sea, but he could not forget the scenery of his hometown. Isn't it the best proof that the beautiful scenery is in the place you are familiar with but easy to forget?

Maybe you are in a big city with developed transportation and high-rise buildings. You hate the surrounding environment and yearn for the idyllic scenery. You think the scenery there is beautiful. Maybe you live in a country with beautiful scenery, fresh air and flowers, but you yearn for the hustle and bustle of the city and are tired of simple life. However, even if you really go to your dream place, can you really find yourself always looking forward to the scenery without complaining?

In fact, as long as you really know how to appreciate the scenery, when can't you enjoy the beautiful scenery? Don't stage the tragedy of looking for beautiful scenery in a strange place but losing the most familiar scenery! "A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it" is not what we want to pursue. I'm afraid plain is true, and I have opinions in my heart, not opinions!

Familiar land-the scenery here is unique!

3 intentions, new scenery.

There is such a little poem: "Have you ever noticed the children's laughter on the merry-go-round? Did you notice the rain hitting the ground? Have you ever heard the wind whispering in the forest? Have you ever seen the sunset? When you are in a hurry, life is like an unopened gift. People are always chasing the scenery in front of them, always looking for one novelty after another. Sweat dripping in a hurry blurred the vision. They didn't see the surrounding scenery. Familiar places have scenery, which can last for a long time, only care about your attention.

It is easiest to miss the scenery of life in busy days. Sitting at my desk all day, frustrated and frustrated, my heart is bound, not to mention freeing up some leisure space to explore the beauty around me. At this time, as long as you relax, there will be new discoveries-when you see that the hot soup served by your mother is cold, you will think of the silver hair on his temples; When you walk out of the balcony, the lights in the night sky are like stars all over the sky, and the warmth of the stars is intoxicating; You hear melodious piano music coming from next door, but at ordinary times, you just think it's the noise of sawing machine feet ... So many beautiful and happy things were born in ordinary places, why didn't we find them on weekdays? Get rid of the heavy burden, shift the line of sight of the soul, and there will be surprises and feelings of "suddenly looking back".

Lev. Tolstoy once said, "I don't have everything I love, but everything I have is what I love." Maybe what we lack is everything around us, the heart that loves everything we have, so that we lose the scenery in familiar places. We are so busy picking distant stars that we forget to look at the flickering candlelight not far away.

Van Gogh extracted the passion of life from the familiar starry night and wheat fields; Anthony and Gaudi learned something from the traditional church architecture model and showed their personalities. Naoko An Fangtong read popular fairy tales and created a new romance, innocence and frankness. Great artists create with heart, and their foothold is ordinary. Realizing brilliance from familiarity with peace is the enduring essence of art. Art divorced from reality, no matter how good, is just a castle in the air. What an artist needs is a pair of eyes to see the scenery from a plain place, and a sensitive and enthusiastic Peng Pai soul. It is no wonder that Confucius also lamented: reviewing the past and learning new things can be a teacher. Reading old books brings new experiences, and happiness is no less than reading new books.

Not only artists, but also the pace of scientific progress is bound to be inherited and developed. In thousands of familiar phenomena, how to concentrate and be wise?

Once infatuated with Miyazaki Hayao's City in the Sky, a paradise in space. But under the boutique, I think what really touched me was the small truth and unpretentious in the story.

In my life, the eternal scenery in my corner is green tea, music, mobile phones, computers, soft and warm lights, an oil painting of a small bridge with blue sky and white clouds, and myself. After many dinners, I will walk into this small world, or read books, or meditate, or listen to music, or type trivial words, surrounded by a smell that only I can smell, and the days are dull and quiet.

In fact, scenery is not only water and mountains, but also a kind of spirit. For example, goddess peak in the Three Gorges, Tiandu Peak in Huangshan, Tianchi in Xinjiang, Luhuitou in Hainan ... Every scenic spot, big or small, has a legend. Towering peaks, strange rocks and deep pools with clear water are all ingenious, but those mysterious legends with profound meanings and wonderful moving are the best display of the interpretation of human thought and spirit. If there were no magical legends, how gloomy the scenery would be! People who don't care about their feelings when they see smart scenery must be indifferent to life.

Scenery will become magical because of people's creation, and people will become moist and connotative through the cultivation of scenery. In the long river of years, even if you walk in the loneliest journey, or walk in the most remote and poorest place, there will be one or two scenery dotted with your life, from which people can enjoy and comfort.

I remember when I went to the countryside for a few years, my life was very poor, there was no TV and no entertainment, and my life was very dull. But there is a row of poplar trees outside the residence, which grow luxuriantly and stab into the sky. On lonely days, paying attention to trees is no less than watching the strange pines in Huangshan and the bamboo in Xiaoxiang. Appreciate a touch of green on the tree in spring, which makes you feel refreshed and ignites your interest. In summer, sometimes standing in the shade of a tree, my eyes stretch out to the sky along the tree, my heart drifts away on cloudy days, and my heart soars into space on sunny days. If I focus on the distant and approaching sky pointed by the tree, my heart will fade and I will have the will to soar. Instead, I will think: I don't live long but I am deeply lonely. What about the villagers born and raised in Sri Lanka? Then masturbate: there is no scenic city here, and my mood will never come again ... For a moment, my mind was like a breeze, and I suddenly saw a sunny day and felt a little comfortable. ...

In those days, every time I stood under the tree, Lao Liu would come over and say with a smile, "I'm not used to life!" " "I dare not admit it. He is an educated youth in Jinan. He married a wife and gave birth to a son in the village. He was one of the few educated youths who took root in that place at that time. He created a lonely life in two places: enjoying the gentleness of his wife and caressing the children. Love, joy, worry and annoyance in my heart are all poured into one place, and I am unaware of the hardships of life. Seeing him like this, a beautiful scenery suddenly lit up in my heart, and then I thought: this peace of mind is my hometown.

I thought of my father again. He suffered from brain atrophy in his later years. He has been unable to walk by himself for five or six years. My mother is with him every day, and my father's speaking ability drops. My mother talks to him every day, saying that she works hard, but in his eyes, her husband is a beautiful scenery that she will never find in her life. What about her father? Isn't it also accompanied by mother's extremely precious scenery?

The scenery is beautiful, but there are not only mountains and rivers, animals and plants, but also storms, earthquakes and alien objects ... The scenery is colorful because of its richness and complexity. If people can treat everything they face as a landscape, they can accept it calmly, with ease and joy in it.