When I open the window and look at the scenery outside, I am always in love with it. Let me share with you some essays about love, I hope it will be helpful to you.
Essay on Love 1
For me, who lives in Qingcheng Mountain every holiday, this is undoubtedly a place that fills me with feelings.
The small courtyard next to the temple is full of fragrance all the time. When I was a kid, I always loved to order a bowl of bean curd rice there and enjoy the fragrance of the bean curd rice. Freshly baked water bean curd always exudes an alluring fragrance, but it reminds me of the four words "water hibiscus". It is also simple and simple, but it can bring people happiness inadvertently. The dipping sauce is made with Chengdu's most authentic sauce, which is the essence of bean curd rice. Serve it on the table, pour the dipping water on the bean curd, and it will spread like lava. Pair it with a bowl of rice, and it will be a delicacy in the world. This is the aroma of Qingcheng Mountain’s food.
Sitting at the table waiting for the bean curd rice, I didn’t feel bored. There is an osmanthus tree in the courtyard, which floats gently in the breeze and falls together, emitting bursts of fragrance. The petals sway like elves dancing waltz, giving people a simple sense of happiness. I can always think of the phrase "A visit to this earth is a song, not a prayer". As always, it is infinitely charming.
Chengdu people are already very famous for their slow life. They always wear simple cotton shirts or linen jackets when going out on the street. After finding a few friends, we went to a street restaurant to chat. This small courtyard always receives permanent residents. Whenever I come here, I can always see the boss chatting with the diners, all wearing plain clothes and smiling brightly. Just call the boss and he will come with a smile and a few words of homely knowledge and blessings. This is the most desirable life. This is the flavor of life in Qingcheng Mountain.
I am in love with Qingcheng because of my feelings about my hometown since I was a child and because of everything here. If you love the food here, you often come here to taste the fragrance of bean curd rice; if you love the life here, you often come to the small courtyard to chat with the boss ***. And the most special thing is that I love the language and culture here.
The so-called Sichuan dialect is nothing more than a change of pronunciation and intonation, but it can give people a sense of happiness of returning to their hometown. When it comes to food, "Chicken Feet" is the most popular; when it comes to the environment, "Lv Miaomiao" can be found all over the city; when it comes to life, "comfort" and "Bashi" are the best interpretations. Sichuan dialect is simple yet interesting, and you can feel the happiness of your hometown even in a foreign land. This is the charm of Qingcheng Mountain culture.
This is Qingcheng Mountain. If you love everything here, you will fall into this small town and be unable to extricate yourself. I am in love with Qingcheng, its food, life and culture, I am infatuated with its simplicity and simplicity, and I have unlimited happiness in a foreign land.
Essay on Love 2
When I lightly dipped the brush into the ink in the inkstone, the ink spread out and evenly covered the entire inkstone. The white brush was wrapped in black ink, and the water was gently transported away. After writing twice on the golden fur-edged paper, a word was completed. My passion for calligraphy was also formed here.
When I was in elementary school, I loved the calligraphy class every Sunday afternoon. As soon as I finished eating at noon, I packed the inkstone, brushes, rough paper and other supplies into my schoolbag early. The schoolbag was stuffed to the brim, filled with my dreams. When I came to the calligraphy classroom, I spread all the necessary learning tools on the table, took out the calligraphy copybooks, and waited for the teacher to take me to copy. The afternoon sun is very gentle, shining into the house through the window, and shining on the golden rough-edged paper, making it even more dazzling. At this moment, the words in Yan Zhenqing's "Qinli Stele" on the paper are not so upright and serious, and they look much gentler when illuminated by the sun. I just look forward to the arrival of every Sunday. At this point, my love for calligraphy has deepened.
When I had finished the first reading of my book "The Monument of Diligence", I ushered in my first calligraphy competition. "Indifferent and clear aspirations, tranquility and far-reaching" is my entry. Although these eight words are simple, they always remind me that only by letting go of all the distracting thoughts in my heart can I achieve success. Therefore, I spent every class before the competition practicing these eight characters.
Every time I write it, I gain a new understanding of the work. The eye-catching characters written in regular script on the rice paper remind me of the true meaning of learning all the time. At this moment, I understood that calligraphy can not only cultivate our sentiments and cultivate our temperament, but also allow us to understand through this simple writing those truths that we have heard countless times but never understood. After the competition, when I received the certificate and medal, I looked at the piece of work I finally turned in. It was shining brightly in the sunlight. At this time, I understood that my relationship with calligraphy was completely inseparable.
After I entered middle school, I was so busy with my studies that I had to give up my calligraphy class every Sunday afternoon. I also haven't practiced calligraphy for a long time. During last year’s May Day holiday, the Chinese teacher assigned me a calligraphy work. I finally had the chance to pick up that brush again. It didn’t take a long time to complete this assignment, but in this short period of time, when I once again saw the content of the "Stele of Diligence" written on the golden rough-edged paper, waves of excitement rose in my heart. Pleasure and happiness. When I looked at the completed homework and calligraphy works, the complex in my heart was firmly tied to calligraphy.
During the winter vacation, I must go to the calligraphy classroom again, go to the place where the complex began, and write another calligraphy. Let the complex in my heart find its place.
Essay on Love 3
Classics are eternal, and eternity is classics. A classic means that after many years, it still shines with charming light, is still as bright as the stars in the sky, can still touch people's hearts, and can still open the floodgates of people's memories.
What is a classic? When I was a child, the classic was the fairy tale that always made me miss it. In my mother's arms, listening to her gently reading those touching fairy tales, every story fascinated me. When I got older and learned some words, I regarded that fairy tale as a treasure. I have read "The Ugly Duckling", "Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs" and "The Daughter of the Sea" so many times, and many scenes are still vivid in my mind.
What are classics? When I was a child, classics were the Tang poems that I often chanted. Li Bai, Du Fu, Bai Juyi, Wang Wei, these names are embedded in the depths of my mind like magic. I remember that the first thing I read was Bai Juyi's "Chi Shang", "The little baby used the boat to secretly pick the white lotus. Without hiding the trace, the duckweeds bloomed together." As I read it, a cute baby seemed to appear in front of me. Xiao Chuan'er went to the pond and secretly picked white lotus and came back. He didn't know how to hide the traces of stealing lotus pods. The boat swung the duckweed away, leaving a scratched mark, which suddenly revealed his secret. I can't help but smile knowingly when I hide my thoughts, because of this child's naughty innocence, and also for the naughty things I have done.
What is a classic? Nowadays, a classic is the prose book that is often placed beside the bed. My thirst for books and knowledge is like the dependence of birds on the sky and the imagination of fish on the sea. I love the ups and downs of the story, its ups and downs will always make me frown and smile; I love to listen to the various voices flowing in the sea of ??books, and let my soul have a deep conversation with them; I love those Beautiful words, they are beautiful flowers that make my eyes brighter.
When the early morning sunlight slants into the corridor of the courtyard, I lean back on the chair and carefully open the pages of the book. The gentle words crawling on the paper exude an intoxicating fragrance. My fingertips wandered through the words, my nose smelled the scent of ink, and the scent of books mixed with the morning mist surrounded me layer by layer.
The sun gradually climbed up my legs, or shone through the leaves, casting patches of light on the book. A few wisps of fragrance floated faintly from the flower bed, making it difficult to tell which was the fragrance of flowers and which was. It's bookish.
A classic, hold your hand and you will never regret it over time.
Classic, wherever the heart desires, you will be infatuated all the way.
A classic that will last a lifetime as time goes by.
Essay on Love 4
Gently push away the heavy heart, let us observe the beautiful mountains, rivers, flowing streams, and afternoon sunshine with a grateful heart, In the clear sky after the rain, listen to the breathing of the earth, the crisp calls of the birds, the release of life of flowers, plants and trees again and again, and feel the inner peace and serenity of the hard workers; appreciate the blooming flowers, the beautiful and colorful little Grass, frogs jumping in the pond, spiders carefully building webs in the corner. As long as we have a grateful heart, everything in life will become very beautiful.
We come from an accident, and life is more fragile than dust. We would like to thank our parents for their careful nurturing, which makes us thrive; thank our brothers and sisters for their understanding and care for us, thank them For the earnest encouragement; for the loyal shoulders of friends, for their trust and support; for the hope nurtured in spring, for the scorching sun in summer, for the abundant fruits in autumn, and for the falling snow in winter.
Looking around us, every tree, every grass, every flower, facing the scorching sun, facing the wind and rain, they all show us the most real and wonderful side. It is true that they will age and wither, but aging and withering are also our real aspects. As long as we are good at observing and using our minds to experience every branch and leaf of all things in the world, we will all gain something. Similarly, we would like to thank the flowers, plants and trees in nature for their simplicity and dedication, enthusiasm and silence.
Thanks to Beethoven who left us the "Symphony of Life"; thanks to Leonardo da Vinci who gave us the mysterious smile of the Mona Lisa; thanks to Xu Zhimo for his romance and passion, "Farewell Cambridge" Let youth fly; thanks to Su Dongpo's boldness, we can appreciate the ruggedness and boldness of "the great river goes eastward, the waves are gone, and the romantic figures of the ages"...
Thanks for a sweet smile and a warm word in life A greeting, a look of affirmation, the fragrance of a flower...
Thank you for the tranquility of the night, thank you for the light of dawn...
Thank you for the breadth of the earth, the blue of the sky, the universe The vastness of...
We must have a grateful heart and listen to life affectionately.
Essay on Love 5
The dusk is getting dark, and the night is coming. It is calm, as calm as the wind blowing across the water. The wind blows on my face, blowing One after another, quietly. It turns out that calmness is a precursor to its coming.
"Whoa, whoa, whoosh -" With a hint of coldness, its helpless and fragile heart gradually withered. It falls so slowly, and time passes so slowly.
What about me? Will I die like it one day and lose the right to live in this world? I am just a passerby, standing here quietly, admiring the beautiful scenery around me.
"Bow -rush-, the sound of the rain gradually grows, and the hazy scene is so beautiful. It is like a fairy who does not eat.
That’s right! It’s so beautiful. Can I be that beautiful? I should also let others appreciate my beauty instead of just being an audience. I can also be the shining protagonist on the stage. I There is no need to envy others, because I can also be the enviable person!
I just stood like this and watched it bloom its most beautiful scene. Even though no one paid attention to it, it still displayed its brilliance. Bloom to the extreme, in the last time when it disappears, live every minute and every second, just be yourself, what others say is other people's business, just be yourself, that's enough!
The sound of rain stopped, stopped in this dark night, and disappeared. It disappeared without a trace, but its figure will remain in my heart, and the footprints it left are the traces it left in this world. Proof - at least it has been here.
This is a wonderful performance. You can listen to its silent voice and appreciate its beauty silently without using words. The sound of rain is as beautiful as the rain. The sound rises and falls silently.
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