1 There lives a 6-year-old sister and child next door. She wears two pigtails and shuttles among children all day, just like a happy angel. One day, I wore my favorite pure white coat to visit her house-actually just to get some compliments. Unexpectedly, after seeing it, Xiao Tong solemnly said, "Sister, your clothes are so ugly! If only it were light green, I like light green best. " After listening, I was disappointed. Go home and look in the mirror, it is true: pure white is holy, but it is not worthy of me after all. Think of Xiao Tong's words, I can't help but smile-at the very least, this is much better than those duplicitous words.
Xiaotong's grandfather is a lover of painting and calligraphy, and splashing ink and painting has become his daily compulsory course. A question sprouted in my young mind: Why do these "ghost paintings" make him so addicted? Finally, one day, this big question mark found a home. The child's grandfather told me that creating the most flawless works requires a quiet mind, and it is this rare mind that he pursues. A peaceful mind can make his eyes clear. He said meaningfully that the same is true of life, and only when the mind is free from distractions can a happy ending be achieved.
Small neighborhood, condensed the beauty of life. What children show me is pure beauty. In children's world, our mouths and hearts always speak in the same language. We don't need to wear a mask, because childlike innocence is the truest soul. What inspired me by the old man was the beauty of silence. In this complicated world, we need to have a quiet mind, laugh at life, surpass ourselves and embody value.
Under the setting sun, children play with fragrant magnolia flowers, and grandpa enjoys painting with great pleasure, which has become a unique and beautiful scenic line in the world.
Scenery topic composition 2 Spring, summer, autumn and winter, grass cicada and snow come one after another, how quiet and comfortable life is! Mountains and rivers, chess and flutes, pine waterfalls everywhere, how chic and carefree life is!
There are always people who have a strong yearning for the ancients. The ancient silence, mixed with a little lightness and elegance, is hazy on the other side of time, becoming a unique landscape and acting as the spiritual habitat of countless modern people with a mysterious centripetal force.
However, there is a problem that is always ignored without a trace: time has passed, but have these landscapes disappeared with it? If not, why are we so unfamiliar with their scenery now? Because we have lost a state of mind, the state of mind to discover and experience the scenery. Regardless of ancient and modern times, life is always life, with joys and sorrows; Landscape is always a landscape, no matter how it is expressed, it is always there.
Zhou said: "People and their products isolate me from nature. This is a lonely and eternal nature that separates me from history. This is another kind of loneliness. Modern people have a shallow understanding of these two kinds of loneliness and are eager to escape, so tourism is booming. "Modern people are very busy, busy with work, busy with leisure, busy taking a look at the scenery in the world population, and then talking to everyone in Kan Kan, for fear that they are ill-informed. Scenery has become cheap and lifeless, no longer a unique spiritual enjoyment of individuals, but is becoming a diploma-style evaluation tool. Too many people, under the banner of self-protection, are justly indifferent. In the face of utilitarianism and indifference, the power of scenery is too weak. " There is no lack of beauty in the world, but the lack of eyes to find beauty. "The popularity of this sentence has hindered many people from understanding and practicing its meaning more deeply. Finding beauty, using eyes and ears, in the final analysis, is the heart. With a heart that is good at feeling beauty, the meaning of beauty will expand infinitely, beyond the natural scenery and cultural relics recognized by the secular, and cover all valuable things.
The scenery is real, vivid and sensible! It's all the time. If you can cultivate a plant with your heart and watch it bathe in the sun and be full of vitality in the narrow space on your balcony, this kind of scenery will be better than a three-day trip to the sea. If you can recite the preface to Wang Teng-ting carefully and savor it, no matter what the environment is, the aesthetic feeling it brings you is much more precious and real than glancing at that stone tablet in the crowd.
In fact, the process of deliberately experiencing the scenery is also the process of ignoring the scenery. What we need to do is to return to the essence of the scenery, cherish the moment when things fit with the soul, welcome back the touch, welcome back the warmth and welcome back a sentimental heart.
Scenery is everywhere. We can all find our own Grass Cicada Snow, no matter what they look like.
On a sunny afternoon, the breeze passed through the room, and my thoughts flew back to many years ago. Yi remembers the sixteen-year-old flower season she saw on TV when she was sixteen. I've been watching it, because I'm just sixteen years old, and I seem to want to see something related to myself from it, but I forget it after reading it. After all, they are still people from two worlds, whose sixteen-year-old is as beautiful as flowers and pure as jade, me.
Yi will still remember that year. I didn't know it was twenty. I saw a picture of a beautiful woman drawn by Aunt Hong on the windowsill of her house. I asked Aunt Hong if she painted it, but Aunt Hong said no. In the end, it turned out that she really didn't draw it, because she never painted it again. Since then, I have loved those magical lines, which are out of control. Since then, I have often left my graffiti on my textbooks, and I have not been criticized by my teachers. Girl, you were born in the wrong place, maybe yes, maybe I was born in the wrong place, but I know that I love the place where I was born and raised. When I grow up, I have been to far away places, but there seems to be a voice in my heart saying that I will go back one day because there is my soul there.
At that time, my aunt and I slept on the second floor, facing the window and there was a tree. I still don't know her name. In spring, it will bloom like a star, blue as thin as a flower, and the trunk as thin as a flower. I don't know. Too many teenagers. That tree must be older than my grandfather. Every morning when I open my eyes, I will see its branches outside the window.
In front of the window, there is a wheat field on one side and a small pond on the other. I left a lot of vegetable fields, all from nearby families. My mother planted our favorite tomatoes, and I planted corn for fun. Finally, I really grew up and sprouted corn. In the end, I didn't see it really looked like a clam, but I asked all the children in the village not to stay. I don't know if the vegetable field will soon become barren without the care of my mother. The night my mother was buried, I cried sadly at the tomatoes my mother planted in the vegetable field. I can see people coming and going at home, and the funeral helpers have not dispersed. It's really hard. Mother left, and only the tomato trees around me rustled in the slight evening breeze.
I haven't been to that vegetable field since then. The two trees next to the vegetable field stood there like guardians, watching everything and being silent.
Just in the first two steps, we have been playing with the Long Beach since childhood. It is said that this is a huge project, and I think it is so long. Grandpa said that he watched the construction of this levee, which seemed to be in the 1960s. You can see its head across from our house. It's like a handbag, covering half of our village. At the other end, I walked a long way, and I never saw it again, and I didn't know it extended along it. The long embankment irrigated in busy farming season is like a poem in my memory, leaving too many happy times. The dam is covered with a layer of green turf for many years, which is our paradise. When it rains, there will be a black edible thing in the grass slope. We call it the ground, which is a bit like black fungus. But it's better than black fungus.
Standing on the levee when the weather is fine, you can see Yunmeng City. There is my mother's hometown, but when I went back last year, a big hole was dug by the brick factory outside the long levee. It is the greenest place on the grass slope, without weeds and trees. People often walk on it. Early in the morning, I often see people running on the levee and running to our village, so close to us. It is the people in the town who are outside the dike, and the people in the village are not used to running.
Life is always incomplete, but my long beach has begun to change beyond recognition. I can only look for its green shadow in my memory.
Where there is a gap now, what about the single shot that once existed? When I was a child, my friends will still remember that when I was a child, we ran down the rope like little monkeys. I don't know why someone is standing there, and I don't know why. When others took it away, I looked at the place where it had been piled up and froze for a while. The hole left there tells me that there really is such a thing, really.
Really naive to think that you can really go back and really go back to the past. Many years later, when you go back, the sky is still that day, the trees are still that small forest, but things have changed, as if we can never return to the present.
According to my mother, my aunt often took me when I was a child. Maybe it's because she has a unique quality. I always thought she was strong. I never remember when and why I moved upstairs. I don't know how long I stayed with my little aunt at that time, as if until she got married. I had a selfish idea at that time. When both of them got married, the sticker of Huang Rong in the room that I liked for a long time was mine, and I was happy to think of it. But after she left, I lost interest in looking at the empty room and facing those stickers. Since then, the room on the left side of the second floor has been unoccupied, the bed has been slowly moved away, and many sundries have been slowly put in. Sometimes I run to that room and look out of it. Look at the white curtain hanging, pull it up and close it again. When I went back, the house was gone. Plus my memory, I doodle under the lamp and listen to my aunt tell me stories at night. If it had come out of her mouth, her knowledge would have been another world in my heart.
Later, I watched her fall in love and get married. Then, far away, I heard that her child was born. Now, during the Spring Festival, that cute little guy asked his grandparents for a red envelope, which made everyone laugh. The laughter lasted for several days, and she was just able to speak. Oh, my God, she gave birth to a little clown. When I went back last year, my little aunt began to look like a real woman. Maybe that's why she grew up in business.
My aunt likes her as much as her mother. She likes to be near her and run to their house. It's weird. No one has ever said that I look like my mother or father. People always say that my aunt and I seem to be. My great-uncle is always so kind and gentle. His high eyes never leave his eyes, which makes people look that his eyes are always a little blurred. He likes their home. Their home is far from the town, and they have all kinds of fruits. Every year when they harvest, they will send some to us. At that time, the air seemed very sweet. I like the small pine forest next to the fruit tree behind their house. Although it is not too big, it is the largest forest I have ever seen. This is my dream forest. I like my aunt. Although I get angry with her sometimes, I'm a little afraid of her. I remember why I yelled at her once when I was a child.
My second aunt has been out of luck since she got married. The doctor said it was my second uncle. She was always advised to leave. I can't be lucky in the future. My second uncle loves playing cards. At that age, she didn't take care of her family like a lucky girl, but her stubborn second aunt was always reluctant to leave her second uncle. She hasn't been accompanied by lucky for so many years, and her cell phone has been turned off. It's the kind I like to watch, but there is still a little shadow of her now. My second aunt, who hasn't gone out to work for many years, seems to be as addicted to playing cards as my second uncle, and seems to be playing well. I think they are really in a daze and never worry about the future, even though they have always been the object of everyone's concern.
There seem to be many old yellow photos at home. One of them is with three women, wearing a small library of that era and wearing a hairy hairstyle on her head. Three girls, one with personality, one with gentleness and one with handsomeness, stood by a tree by the water. Those are my three young aunts, because it should be autumn now. There is yellow grass by the pond, and I can't see the leaves on that unknown long tree. The sunshine seems very gentle, just like their expressions.
How many years later, each has his own small family, each goes his own way, each has his own life, destiny, busyness, busyness, and they are all so busy. Will you still remember the mild sunshine and brilliant sunshine that year?
In the years of growing up, I gradually learned to look at other people's hearts with a quiet heart and taste the infinite scenery around me with a pair of clear eyes. The scenery in my heart always has its multifaceted nature. "If you have charm, the world will be beautiful."
Others always complain that it is rainy and humid, and like the warmth and brilliance of the sun, but they don't know that rain is like a gift from God, which can make people smile happily.
Mao Mao rain, chilly in spring and as fine as ox hair. I just like it's intermittent and cautious, as if afraid of waking others. It makes it easier for people who forget to take an umbrella to walk on the road, and also reduces the anxiety of getting wet and the embarrassment of sheltering from the rain; Especially the rain girl, as if reporting the good news of the coming of spring, is shy and shy, which makes the farmers' uncles in the countryside full of vitality; Summer is very hot, just like the pouring rain of the goddess. The momentum is very strong, but it comes and goes quickly. I only like its chivalry and chic, and people who don't ask for anything in return drive away the heat. Although the earth-shattering muffled thunder before the rain scared away the pedestrians on the street, the smell of soil and flowers after the rain was really refreshing; Autumn is crisp, as if it were a bleak season. With the baptism of rain, it added a trace of lingering sadness. Rain falls on branches and crackles in puddles, making people who walk in the rain more sober and rational. It turns out that rainy days also have her gentle side. Even if she is cold and gloomy, people can't help but admire her colorful and polymorphic sense of transparency.
I like to stand by the window alone and watch the rain fall from the sky. How can this situation not be intoxicating?
In fact, we should also know how to look at the same thing from different angles, and a new vision will benefit us more!
Who says plum blossom texture is naked? I'm afraid the spirit of standing in the wind against snow is not as good as the flowers in the greenhouse.
Who says Jacky Cheung people are too ordinary? His songs are lively, soothing and affectionate. Why else would so many fans worship him?
I'm afraid the scenery in my heart is far from what others think. "Looking across the mountain, the distance is different." I always look for the subtle but true essence of things in the quietest moments!
Learn to analyze the multifaceted nature of things from the scene, and our observation will be more delicate and keen!
Unconsciously, are we looking at the people in the scene and gradually becoming the people in the scene in the eyes of others?
What if I told you that there was a landscape painting on the wall?
You must be eager to guess what's in this painting.
Is spring here yet?
There are beautiful flowers and singing larks.
Newly awakened forest
You tilt your head and show your dimples.
If it weren't for summer.
The big banyan tree beside the lotus pond, dragonflies stop on the swing.
Hold up your cheeks to help squint.
You might ask me the same question.
So it's autumn.
Red maple leaf and golden paddy field
And Van Gogh's Sunflowers.
I was intoxicated by my own imagination.
It must be winter!
The claws of animals in the silver snow printed the pine trees on the distant hillside.
Is it right?
If you pout, I will say so.
"Well, don't play the woman.
The picture is still empty, waiting for you to draw it! "
The sixth essay on landscape topic "Huangshan returns without looking at the mountains, and Jiuzhai returns without looking at the water." I finally got a chance to see it today.
Why did Jiuzhaigou get its name? Jiuzhaigou is named after nine Tibetan villages.
Along the famous scenic spot of Jiuzhaigou, Canglongshan, I walked all the way up and saw large and small pools all over the mountains. The big one is as big as a basketball court, and the small one is as small as a plate. The deep one is several feet deep, and the shallow one can touch the bottom of the pool with your little finger. It's a little unbelievable.
What is even more puzzling is the color of the pool water: they are white, red, blue, purple and green, and all kinds of colors are available.
The strangest thing is that these colorful waters, when you lift them up with your hands and take a closer look, are ordinary water. The sun came out, and countless pools in Longshan shone with different colors in the bright sunshine, like gems spread on a huge carpet.
Why does clear water show different colors in the pool? It turns out that there are many stalagmites growing at the bottom of the pool, with different heights and thicknesses, and a fine and transparent layer of stone powder condenses on the surface of stalagmites. When sunlight hits the pool, it will reflect different colors.
There is a pine tree halfway up the mountain, called one-armed old man pine. This straight pine tree is lush on the right side, but bare on the left. This is really puzzling.
There is a magical story about its origin! Legend has it that people here once lived a happy and quiet life. However, after a monster broke into the village, the village was no longer calm. It destroys crops and oppresses people. People dare to get angry with it. An old man volunteered to fight the monster. After three days and nights of war, the monster was destroyed, and the old man was black and blue, even losing his right arm. Finally, in order to make the village safer, the old man turned into a pine tree and stood there day and night.
Jiuzhaigou is really amazing and beautiful!
This afternoon, my father and I went for a walk on Nanping Avenue. My father was riding a bicycle, and I sat behind him, watching the scenery drifting away behind me.
On one side of the bicycle is the sidewalk, and nothing can be seen except pedestrians and billboards. But the other side is different. There are many flowers here. There is a flower with five or six petals on it. Petals are made of silver and stamens are made of gold. How pure their hearts are. It must be made of precious stones. Its name is ... I deliberately stopped to attract your curiosity. Its flower names are "Laoye Garlic" and "Jiaotou".
By the way, there is also a kind of flower, the leaves are green, the leaves are big and heart-shaped. Flowers are taller than leaves, red like maple leaves, red like apples, dazzling. It has a beautiful name, "Canna" and some unknown flowers and plants, along this long road, forming a beautiful big flower bed.
The afterglow of the sunset sprinkled on flowers, leaves and the earth. It is also sprinkled on me, and the sun shines on my face, just like my mother's hand touching my face affectionately.
Sunset, beautiful.
Unconsciously, I have spent four years in school, and my footprints are everywhere in the school, especially on the playground, leaving countless memories.
When you enter the playground, the first thing you see is a large green lawn. The grass is so big that it can accommodate two or three thousand people. The grass in the grass is so tenacious. Whether it is hit by wind and rain or trampled by people, it still stands. The grass is really green, as green as a huge green blanket. On the grass, occasionally there will be a few unknown birds, playfully pecking at small wild flowers and grass, and singing happily from time to time, bringing infinite vitality to the grass.
Then, we came to the playground runway, which is where we usually do exercises, train, hold sports meetings and go to physical education class. At the sports meeting, athletes can always be seen sprinting on the runway; Every morning and afternoon, students in Class Two of various sports are training hard to win glory for the school. Every morning, the students line up neatly, take vigorous steps, enter the runway neatly and orderly, and do morning exercises seriously. ...
The playground has also become a good place for students to relax. Whenever class is over, the students always rush to the playground. Junior students chase and fight on the grass; Senior students lie on the comfortable and soft grass, looking at the endless sky and white clouds, remembering the good life at school. ...
I love campus, and I love the playground on campus even more. It brings us laughter and hope, and makes us progress.
People's primary school is my school. It has colorful flowers, countless colorful azaleas and strewn at random trees. Really beautiful!
In the morning, I saw the teacher carefully directing the traffic, emitting beautiful light like the warm sun; There are flowers swaying in the wind as if to say to me, "Have a good class today!" " "I can't help but recall:" Good! "This feeling makes me happy and happy.
Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock. Because of this, I have become a little fond of staying in the classroom. I like reading books in the classroom or doing prize-winning question-and-answer activities of literary daily, because reading more literary daily can improve our reading ability, but sometimes we will go out for a walk when we are in a bad mood to make our mood more cheerful.
After school, everyone said goodbye to the teacher happily. When I saw the azalea shining in front of me, it seemed to say to me, "See you tomorrow, little friend!" " I will wait for you. "And I look at the beautiful campus and countless colorful azaleas, and I feel very reluctant, because this is my favorite place.
Landscape topic composition 10 scenery along the way
Life is like a trip. What matters is not the destination, but the scenery along the way.
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We have walked for a long time on this road. ...
Pay attention to the scenery along the way, which may be precious.
It was the first time in my life that I experienced military training, and it was also the first time that I experienced "12 kilometers" long-distance running training. "Twelve kilometers", for a fifth-grade me, is so far away, so long.
The mountains are rolling and stepping on the uneven gravel road, and we shouted slogans. Step by step, the apple in my hand has squeezed out a cold sweat, and there is still an undiscovered force pushing me in my heart.
Enjoy the scenery along the way and move forward with a heart that is not afraid of wind and rain and hardships.
Wandering in the mountains and forests, there is a sense of security. But more is fatigue.
"Oh, my legs are so sour, I really want to drink water! What a long journey, I'm exhausted ... "I complained to my classmates with a wry smile, even though I knew the instructor's well-meaning.
Tired, not a little tired, is a kind of tired that can't be described in words.
Acid, not a little acid, is an acid that cannot be described in words.
What's more, it is a physical and mental disorder. ...
However, that night, the instructor served us rice and vegetables in turn.
"Come on, eat more, don't be hungry!"
"Only when you are full can you have strength!"
……
While I complain, I just turn a blind eye to everything they have paid. Aren't those strict teaching and physical training all aimed at honing our perseverance?
I chewed the rice in my mouth carefully and felt it was so fragrant for the first time.
Calm down and experience the scenery along the way. Unfortunately, I found out too late.
Listening to the hoarse voice of the instructor again, my heart is warm.