The most beautiful scenery is just around the corner.
When the afterglow of the sunset falls on every corner, we can't help sighing that the vibrant sunrise in the morning is so beautiful, why not stay at that moment all the time? When the rain falls on the banana leaves, we can't help but miss the sunny days, and when the sky is clear in Wan Li, we can't help but miss the hazy misty rain. Perhaps, what you can't get is always the most beautiful!
However, is what you can't get really the most beautiful? No, it's not. What is in front of you is the most beautiful.
When the vase is still far away, we think it is like a rare treasure, especially beautiful. But when I owned it, I began to feel worthless. What if you accidentally break it? I am afraid that I will regret it again and blame myself for not understanding its value.
People who don't know how to cherish the present are the saddest. Everyone doesn't want to be the one who wants to be quiet, but the wind won't stop and the children want to raise. Therefore, people who don't know how to cherish the beauty of things in front of them and will never learn to cherish them will only live in their own sighs.
When poverty watched Hobema's footsteps with red eyes, Hobema was still driving cattle and sheep forward on that vast grassland, and he was still holding his own picture book to describe the beauty of this grassland. The cruel society whipped his thin body, and he never envied all the painters who agreed with this situation. In his eyes, Amsterdam he painted in his own style is undoubtedly the most beautiful. Finally, he walked from the village entrance of Amsterdam to the upper class, waving a whip, and even broke into the National Gallery in London, England. Even though he has been gone for nearly 200 years, it is only because of his persistence and his own beautiful scenery that he stands in the painting world and has the beauty that everyone envies.
Sima Xiangru went around a big circle and suddenly found that Zhuo Wenjun was the most beautiful one, always in front of him; Nalan Rong Ruo only lived in his own memories and lamented all his life, but neglected the most beautiful wife around him. It was not until her death that she remembered the bits and pieces with her; William Butler Yeats, because he insisted on loving her in front of him, no matter the wind and rain, therefore, the touching When You Are Old still touched every reader.
Throughout the ages, how many people have seen through "the most beautiful in front of them", and how many people are still clinging to what they can't get? Yu said that we will find that what we struggle for and worry about is often not the most precious thing. Because, the most beautiful things are often in front of us. What is in front of you is often not precious because you have it. At this moment, we should have an open-minded heart. Even in adversity, we can still appreciate and cherish the beauty in front of us.
The inner pursuit is understandable, but don't ignore the beauty in front of you. Smart people are people who know how to cherish the present. I only hope that we can cherish the next sunset; We can cherish the next misty rain. Cherish every moment in front of you.
The most beautiful Shangri-La in my heart
As long as you fly forward bravely, you can always fly freely in your own sky, and that is the most beautiful Shangri-La in your heart.
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Dawn bites the night's lips and leaves blood in the sky. The rising sun in the east rises in hundreds of millions of expectant hearts, hands folded, and everyone is willing to move forward bravely with hope.
Time stranded in the winter of my childhood. My father and I stood at the top of the mountain together, waiting for the rising sun. In the red morning light, I was delighted to see the sun rising slowly from behind the mountain. Bathed in the warmth, my father looks particularly tall. He whispered to me, "My son, take every step with hope."
How many years have passed, my father's voice still lingers in my ears, teaching me to laugh at the bumps and mud on the road of youth.
The rainy season comes as scheduled, and my sadness is like a continuous drizzle, which is closely buried in my heart. Why am I getting weaker and weaker in front of study? Why am I more and more worried about my friends? The road to youth is over.
Sitting on the balcony, the wet wind blew my wet eyes, and I finally couldn't help crying. Cry out all my hesitation and anxiety, cry out all the ups and downs in my life.
"Cry!" The big hand fell firmly on my shoulder, giving people warmth and stability in this cool autumn. My father touched my head affectionately, as if the sadness was being erased by him layer by layer. "There are many smiles and tears on the road to youth, so we must resolutely go on.
"Always have a heart of hope, and you will find many surprises dotted with you in your future life." My father looked into the distance, said silently, and turned to look at me. In his dark eyes, I saw expectations and beliefs.
"Heart of Hope", I repeat it alone, I will plant it deeply in my heart again and again, and all doubts will disappear instantly. On the road of life, we grow up imperceptibly and have a lot of expectations. There is no "bow" in the dictionary of youth, and some are strutting.
I suddenly realized the warmth of that winter day many years ago, and the heart of hope had already been sown in my heart, taking me through the bumpy road in the future.
I stood up and looked into the distance, telling myself that as long as I bravely flew forward and had hope in my heart, I could always fly in the free sky, which was the most beautiful Shangri-La in my heart.
Example 3
Maternal love is the most beautiful.
Everything in the world is beautiful, spring grass Chun Yan; There are green trees and butterflies in summer; Autumn has fruitful results, and geese have geese; There are snow and sparrows in winter. Everything is so beautiful, so beautiful. I don't know who said, "The world is not short of beauty, but the eyes that find beauty."
Life is beautiful, and maternal love is even better.
When I was a child, I thought my mother was the most beautiful woman, with long black hair, a faint, nameless fragrance, a delicate face, watery eyes and rosy cheeks. In the summer night sky, my mother likes to sit in the extremely cool place in front of her house with a chair, and I like to lean in my mother's arms and listen to her beautiful story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl quietly. As soon as the breeze blows, a faint fragrance floats in my mother's hair. Mother gently stroked me with her satin hand and made me fall asleep quickly.
Time is gone forever, so I have changed from a little girl to a big girl, and where is my mother?
By chance, I sat next to my mother. I didn't dare to look at her directly, but I saw her silvery hair because of the residual light left by the refraction of light and eyes. There seems to be a few more lines in crow's feet and a lot of calluses on my hands. The village says I look more and more like my mother, but my mother looks more and more like my grandmother, ugly and old. Tears welled up in my eyes and I recalled everything my mother had done for me in the past ten years. When I get sick again and again, there is a thin shadow moving on the rugged mountain road. It is you! Mom, you carried me to the hospital in the hot sun. I'm fine, but you have heatstroke; Who is the familiar figure stepping on the snow? I know it's you, my mother.
When Yuhua kissed me heartily and washed me away, it was my mother who propped up a sunny day for me with her thin coat, and her gaunt face was still so profound after the rain.
I dare not walk at night, facing the path as dark as the devil, I looked, sighed and froze. I am afraid of the dark, and I tremble when I see it at night, just like when my father talks to me. I was helpless and left tears. Suddenly, a little light flashed in the distance, getting brighter and brighter. Suddenly, a familiar figure came into view. Yes, it's mom again!
I haven't done anything to you in recent years, and sometimes I even yell at you, but you still love me, love me and take care of me in every possible way for more than ten years! I feel guilty! Mom, you have created a surprisingly beautiful love song with your love!
The beauty of maternal love, she is eternal, pure and sincere, maternal love is the most beautiful …
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