Article 1: The scenery left in my heart is covered with 600 words of thick makeup at night, and the bright moon is more graceful in the light and misty fog. The innocent scenery passed by in a hurry, and the memory was quietly fixed in my heart when I breathed. Buried the so-called tears, the taste of green gradually brewed an eternal happiness. That is my eternal dream and touch.
The scenery left in my heart is a sincere and pure flower between soil and paste, in which frozen friendship gently germinates. The cold wind tore a gap and the flowers were blooming. That day, my birthday, I was alone in the corner waiting for the secret. Only she knows my birthday, but I still can't help but feel sad when I watch the wind roll with shadows and purple fall all over the floor. Did she forget? Does she still love me? The empty scenery made me perform mime like a puppet, and I was disappointed. Fingertips miraculously sniffed out the body temperature, and eyes were mixed with joy. She stood quietly, her slightly cracked mouth slightly raised. Happy birthday! Daredevil? Then I want to thank you! Hey! Dirty egg! ? We nodded to each other. Straight man? Laugh away.
The scenery left in my heart is a frozen home, which slowly outlines the picture of life in exile. The busy and monotonous life in grade three always makes people very tired. My heart is so tired, and my face is faintly tired. The alarm clock counts the long time that has passed away and never comes back, longing for the reversal of time, and even trying to split every minute in half in order to draw more traces of spring on paper. At this moment, I am particularly tired of the so-called outside world? Teana? Mother knocked gently at the door. Baby, have a rest! ? There is no time! ? A moment later, I released the door lock with relief, and tears welled up in my eyes. The milk melted in the cup, shaking and rippling slightly. My mother's face is slightly red, and furrow-like wrinkles show a shallow smile during diastole. She just kept blowing and blowing until I arrived, and she just said something lightly, completely ignoring the sweat on her cheeks. Milk, the temperature is just right, drink it quickly! ?
Instead of remembering what you have at the moment you lose it, it is better to grasp the present at the moment you have it. This is the scenery of the next stop.
The scenery left in my heart 600 words The early morning sunshine is caged in the fog as light as gauze, and the emitted light is sprinkled between the tiles on the roof, quietly dotted with this small town that will not wake up.
This small town in the south of the Yangtze River hasn't woken up yet, but I have woken up.
I walked out of the gate and walked in Jiangnan with the most calm heart, feeling the poetic Jiangnan and capturing the beautiful scenery.
Walking in a long alley, the foot is bluestone, and the foot is rubbed with thin moss. There is a soft and moist feeling in my heart, and many beautiful memories come to my mind and are quietly displayed in my mind over and over again. Such an ordinary alley has such great magic that it reminds me of homesickness. Peeping through an old tile house with carved wooden windows, the silent atmosphere reminds me of that rainy day a few years ago. A handsome woman, leaning against the window, reading Yi 'an's? It even rained in Mao Mao, and I vaguely heard the rain outside the window. That vague image, which was forgotten in the small corner of Jiangnan alley when I left in a hurry, was picked up by me now, leaving a moist memory and touch in my heart.
Sleeping in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, nostalgic thoughts turned into poetic reading. Standing by the bridge, looking at the rows of green houses and tiles in the distance, the thin fog still hangs over the silent houses, and the singing of birds gradually awakens the town. The faint smoke rises and blends with the fog, adding a breath of life to the quiet poetry of Jiangnan. The river looks so delicate, blue as the same jade belt, drifting to the distant mountains. I stood on tiptoe slightly, trying to see further: at the end of Liu Di, there is a small pear blossom forest. Pears are as white as clouds and cotton wool, which softens the whole morning in the south of the Yangtze River. Is that pure and elegant reminiscent? The moonlight is hazy, and a pear tree is drizzling? The misty poetry and the sweet fragrance floating in the distance make me feel unprecedented comfort and intoxication.
The color of Jiangnan is dark green.
The taste of Jiangnan is pear flower.
? Pear blossoms are pale and Bai Liu is dark green? , deep in the alley, a lonely house, Gu Mo lightly with a few incense. Poetic Jiangnan, its face and breath are sandwiched between the pages of time, and it is exposed into frames of spiritual scenery, which I will preserve forever and bring me gentle touch that will never deteriorate.
The scenery left in my heart 600 words is another rainy day?
Shady clouds cover the round sun, and the round sun passes through the clouds.
The wind is blowing hard and the weather is a little cold. How time flies! I have lived here for so long without knowing it.
At that time, the family said it was not far, nor close. My parents won't let me live on campus, and I'm afraid I can't study well, so I have to move here. Here, it is a small building with a good environment. My family lives on the third floor. Downstairs is a path similar to an alley, not far from the street, with no lights. I don't study for myself until late at night after school. There are so few people that I can't help but be a little scared. I am not a bold person, so I naturally don't want to go this way alone. As a result, I reflected the situation to my father. Where's Dad? This is just a simple one. I am not happy! I'm angry! Dad won't even help me with this little problem! The next day, I went to school angrily.
After school at night, walking on the road, I was worried at the thought of going into the alley for a while, and I was inexplicably afraid. I walked slowly, slowly, but the distance was limited, and now the slowness has passed. Yes, I'm here.
No matter how terrible he is, take a deep breath! I dare to go to hell. As soon as I got up the courage to take the first step, I heard a familiar voice: Let's go. ? Is it dad? It's dad! ? Dad, why are you waiting for you here? ? Very plain tone, like talking about a trivial matter, but dad, don't you know? Wait? What about you? The word "mediocre" brings me more than just a mediocre heart rate.
Dad walked in front, I followed, and the moonlight shone on us, soft and shining.
The tall figure has gone away. In the moonlight, the old pen has begun to outline my father's forehead, and another vicissitudes have begun to write.
Dad's back is big, wide and warm, and his slightly tired body holds up half the sky. Time is fixed at this moment. My father is in the front and I am in the back. A father and a daughter, one old and one young, are walking in the moonlight. I am not short, only one head lower than my father. Looks like it's time to go back and find my father's love again. Time is fixed in this second, dad is in front and I am behind.
I can't bear to put this pair of imaginary scenery back in my heart, with some sad sighs: Can these scenery only leave a trace of memories in my heart, but they have disappeared in reality?
imaginary
This is a colorful world, a beautiful environment and a kind paradise on earth. Birds are singing in the branches, animals are running freely on the grassland, and fish are swimming in the river. Man and nature live in harmony and benefit each other. The sky is blue without a flaw, and the heart is open without a flaw. People help each other. Here, we don't have to be wary of being cheated, and we don't have to please people with bribes and flattery. There are no cynicism and biting in person, no pickpockets, robbers, liars and people who don't cheat. No pride, vanity, posturing, self-righteousness; A nobleman who is promoted and made a fortune without evil. This is an illusory world, and it is also a world that everyone wants to have.
reality
This is a dark and bright world. People's excessive logging and fishing have made nature desperate, and nature has also launched a counterattack against human beings. Repeated earthquakes and floods ruined people's lives. The sky turns from blue to gray, and people's hearts are covered with a layer of black filth. People cheat each other, and informants are observing friends' words and deeds; The two students are quite tangled and domineering. The robber killed six policemen in the police station with a knife. A gangster robbed someone of money in the street and then ran away in front of everyone, but no one dared to go forward and be brave. Examples of security guards and urban management who claim to be the embodiment of justice beating people and robbing money spread like viruses, and there are countless examples? . We can't help asking ourselves: What's wrong with us? What happened to society? What's wrong with humans?
Yes, you can call me cynical, but it's true. Although these immoral things are so common, isn't this to see the big picture from the small? Someone shouted? Create a harmonious society? While throwing rubbish on the ground, someone is writing on the wall? Integrity? And bribed a red envelope Isn't this the depravity of human nature?
In fact, do this? Fantasy? Our society is not difficult. Everyone takes a small step forward and society takes a big step forward. Do we really have the heart to see the scenery left in our hearts, just passing away and never coming back?